august | t.chalamet

##! hot chocolate

❝ you've got that james dean daydream look in your eyes ❞
style — taylor . . .

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Another day of Timothée filming Dune. Today, he had a kiss scene with Zendaya's character. Of course, Stassie didn't stress over it, but she didn't want to go out of her way to watch it happen, so right before the scene, she picked herself up and went into his trailer, switching on her phone.

A few notifications from Evans popped up, but she ignored them. She knew he was out right now, drinking, and so the messages were most likely drunk messages. She can deal with that later.

Yawning, she looked at the time and realised it was quite late. She had spent the whole day her watching Timothée work. She didn't mind; she loved it. But she was tired.

Stassie knew she didn't want to fall asleep; she wanted to be awake when Timmy came back. But her eyes were threatening otherwise as her lids drooped over her eyes, making the world seem fuzzy and blurry.

Blinking hard, she woke herself back up and went through her phone again. She decided she would stalk Timothée's instagram for a little bit. He did post a lot recently.

But she ended up reading comments and flicking through stories and spent the whole time stalking her own boyfriend. There was a knock on the trailer door, and without a warning, Timothée walked in, his costume still fully on.

"Hey, love," he yawned. He began pulling his costume off, then kissed her head, before putting new clothes on. "Shall we go home now?"

Home. He called it home. Wherever they're about to go to, he thought of it at home. Her heart beat sped up and she smiled.

"Home?"

Timothée kissed Stassie's cheek, holding onto her waist. "Yeah, our home. Who's apartment, then?"

"Mm, yours." She smiled, falling into his arms. He nodded, putting his shoes on and taking her hand.

They walked out of the trailer, Stassie holding onto her phone with the hand not attached to Timothée's. He walked to a few cast members before they left, asking someone a question. Stassie switched on her phone, not sure of what else to do as she didn't know the person he was talking to.

She checked a few notifications and messages, answering a few then looked back up at them, still chatting.

"Teddy," she mumbled, digging her face into his neck. "I'm cold."

"Sorry, love," he smiled, kissing her head. "We'll go now, okay?"

"Okay."

The cast member he was talking to pulled a face, looking at the both of them.

"Who's Teddy?" he smiled.

"It's a nickname she made for me," Timothée said. "Because the characters we played has those nicknames."

"That's cute. I'll see you soon, Tim."

The cast member said goodbye and they walked to the exit, Stassie holding on tightly to Timothée. They walked into the car and Stassie drove, noticing Timmy was tired after his long day.