❝ I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine ❞
━ in which timothée chalamet has a crush on the famous iseul moon
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━ in which iseul moon and timothée chalamet fight against all odds for love
social media x real life
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another important question at the end of the chapter!
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Timothée typically loves mornings. He enjoys the morning sunlight tickling his face whenever he wakes up. He enjoys the sweet, comforting scent of coffee and lounging on his couch to catch up on his favorite shows.
And as much as he loved mornings, there were times when he hated them and just wanted to stay in bed to sleep in. Those days were usually on his rare day-offs, which happened to be today.
It was Timothée's last day off before he started getting busy filming again, this time for Little Women, along with Saoirse, Emma Watson, Florence Pugh, and Eliza Scanlen.
So when Timothée heard someone banging on his door at seven in the morning, the actor couldn't help but smack his pillow onto his face, hoping it'd muffle the sound, and the person would think no one's home and just go away.
However, much to his disappointment, the person only continued banging on his door louder, even resorting to clicking the doorbell numerous times in a row.
With a loud groan, Timothée got up from the comfort of his bed and stomped grumpily to the door, murmuring curses here and there.
Timothée opened the door, expecting it to be either Saoirse, Harry, or his manager. What he didn't expect was to find Elizabeth Olsen standing in front of him holding two gift boxes and a large bouquet.
"Lizzie?" Timothée muttered, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Special delivery!" She beamed, handing him the boxes and bouquet.
"What do you mean special delive—"
Elizabeth cut Timothée off by handing him a lilac-colored envelope. "Just from a special someone." With a wink, Elizabeth left as fast as she came, leaving no time for Timothée to ask more questions.
It all happened so quickly that his groggy brain couldn't process what had just happened. A small part of his brain tried to convince him that maybe all of this was a dream. Perhaps he was so tired last night that he fell into a deep sleep, and his dreams got more realistic than usual.
Timothée almost entirely made himself believe it until he banged his foot on his front door.
"FUCK!" He yelped, clenching his fists as he tried to suppress the pain. Timothée's grumpy mood seemed to have returned as he murmured a string of curses while placing the gift boxes and flowers on his table.
Observing the bouquet closely, Timothée's head tilted curiously when he saw the number of dandelions. He might have a feeling of who this special delivery was from.
