Info - jealousy, slut shaming, name calling, mean Timothée, friends to lovers, kissing to make someone jealous, grinding, promiscuous reader, accusing someone of having STDs, argument, younger reader, protective mom, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cock warming, talking about masturbation
Well, our relationship changed, but not in the way I wanted. No, we were not together. Now he was rude and mocking when were out together. No longer my sweet best friend, he was often making fun of me and always, always mentioning how I was younger than him and how I was a party girl. Oh, and what a fucking tease he was. He was always flirting with his body, yet bothering me with his words. I was not happy, so I decided I'd tease him back.
We were going out and I had meticulously picked my outfit. I wore dark eye makeup and a skimpy vest that barely covered my breasts and showed off my waist and hips. I also wore a black skater skirt and thigh-highs. To top it all off I wore dark red lipstick that Timothée had admired in the past.
"Fuck," I muttered to myself when I walked in. Tight leather pants, a sweater with black and white hearts and a fucking pearl choker. He'd come armed as well, this was awful.
"Hey guys," I bounded up to them. Timothée took one look at me and scoffed.
"It's not a Halloween party y/n, no need for the clown paint," he said and touched my lip. He rubbed the red between his thumb and pointer finger. This was what I meant! Calling me a clown then sensually touching my lip. He sent every mixed signal there was to send.
"Well I think you look lovely Timothée," I said, fingering his choker. "I love this."
He always looked so confused when I was extra nice after he'd just insulted me. I missed my old Timmy who was protective and adoring. However, I'd play any game he threw at me because I wanted him so much.
"You two look adorable together," my friend Jessica, who was already tipsy beamed at us.
"Ew gross," he fake puked. I especially hated when he did this, he'd fucking been inside me for goodness sake.
"No, you guys are so similar and you're so protective over her," Jessica giggled. "I've always thought you'd make an amazing couple!"
"Y/n can protect herself, though I don't know that she does properly with how many guys she beds," he chuckled meanly.
"Your sweater looks warm," I said and surprised him with a big hug. There had to be something going on, Timmy, my Timmy had never slut shamed me before. His arms folded around me to my surprise.
"Hey squirt," he said and ruffled my hair. I hated that. We were not siblings, like he sometimes made it seem.
"Might need to get checked for STD's now," he laughed. I couldn't compliment him now. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. Tears blurred my vision. He was being SO mean. Why? What had turned him from my kind best friend who had planned a slumber party full of activities when he knew I was in a bad mood; to someone who slut shamed me and called me gross? I wanted that Timothée that had fucked me and told me it was amazing. I wanted the Timothée that huddled on the couch with me and ate popcorn. I wanted the protective Timothée who always made sure I got home safely when I partied too hard.
I walked back out, ready to try again. I was grabbed almost immediately.
"Tell your mom I'm not your babysitter, she keeps blowing up my phone," Timothée growled.
"What if I want you to be my babysitter?" I said with a raised brow.
"Just tell her to back off," he grunted.
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MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet
FanfictionI love Timothee and a lot of my suggestions turn into miniseries. These are my multipart series under 6 parts. I hope you enjoy this. I think it'll be well received. Lots of different topics and tropes.