i miss you, i'm sorry → timothée chalamet.

O41. → peach marshmallow chocolate bars

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peach marshmallow chocolate bar

2024

"haley? there's somewhere here for you!" one of the crew members yelled into her trailer window.

"coming!" she called back, even though it was late at night and she had to be back on set in fifteen minutes. haley got out of her trailer but not before switching out of her late 1800's style shoes and opting for a pair of fuzzy bathroom slippers. it was a hot night, and it didn't help that she was dressed from head to toe in a victorian era outfit. meaning to say, that there was a lot of heavy, thick cloth that had to be dealt with.

haley hoisted her thick skirts up in the air so she wouldn't trip and looked around to see a car with it's headlights on. from the passenger's seat emerged timothée, a dog falling out of his lap and running towards her.

"sienna baby, hey!" she yelled, forgetting her costume and squatting onto the floor, letting their dog run onto her lap.

"relax!" timmy called at sienna, who was trying to lick haley's face despite her attempts to push her off. "your mama's got makeup on," he scolded.

"they'll fix it, it's dark and we're almost done anyways." she assured him. "how are you?" haley asked conversationally, standing up and wrapping her arms around his torso.

"i've been busy finalizing press tour outfits you?"

"same, but also..." haley gestured to her outfit, which was answer enough. "let's go inside?" she offered, helping him and sienna into her trailer.

"do you have water?" he asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"sure," she answered, moving around to get a water dispenser from her mini refrigerator. she poured him a glass then turned around to hand it to him, except it looked like he was focusing intently on something. his eyes broke focus with whatever it was as he accepted the glass graciously.

"nice ass," he grinned, then then took a sip.

"i have no ass, sir." haley pointed out. she shook her butt, which had a victorian bustle dress attachment thing to enhance her behind. it swayed from side to side, giving the illusion that she actually had an ass, much to the contrary. "this baby's fake." she said, slapping it lightly, before sitting next to him.

"hold me," he murmured, positioning himself with his head on her lap. she began to run her hands through his curls lightly, playing around with his hair. it was soft and it smelled good, and haley loved touching it as much as he loved having it touched.

"i remember filming wonka here," he remarked, holding one of her hands as the other ran through his hair. the word wonka reminded haley of something she wanted to show him, so she made a move to get up.

"no, don't," timothée whined, as she tried to move his head. eventually, he relented, watching haley go deeper inside the trailer.

"so a couple of days ago, i was leaving set and there were like, what, twenty people waiting near my car? they all seemed nice and i wasn't very tired so i went over to meet them and they took photos i think but i haven't seen them yet... anyways, one of them gave me this." she pulled out a large blanket. ironed onto it were pictures of timothée's various characters: elio dancing in a flower print shirt, zeffirelli playing chess, laurie laurence in the march family attic, paul atreides in a stillsuit, nic sheff smiling, his character from hot summer nights with a joint, billy mitman holding up a bag of chips. some others weren't even his characters, some were just his iconic outfits, like a picture of timmy at the 2019 golden globes, his pink little women premiere outfit, his venice film festival premiere outfit for the king, his blue suit for the dune paris premiere, his 2022 oscars outfit, and at the very center of the blanket, one that started at the top and reached the bottom of the blanket, was a big, head-to-toe photo of timothée's dune london premiere outfit.