Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Our Style (P1)

Info - stylist, fashion creator reader, instant connection, crushing hard and falling fast, taken Timothée, mention of sex

I bumped into someone in the hall on the way to my new position. I was to be Timothée Chalamet's stylist for this new movie and time. All his red carpet events would be under my control.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he said. I looked into the gorgeous green eyes of Timothée Chalamet. His pictures had NOT done him justice whatsoever. I was enchanted.

"Did I mess up your outfit? It's really nice so I hope not," he smiled.

"No, you didn't, a little bump won't hurt my stuff," I smiled. I made my work durable on purpose.

"Did you design it?" He asked.

"Yep, and I designed your outfit too," I said, placing a hand on the fabric. I realized after a second how intimate a touch to his peck would be, wether I'd made the outfit or not.

"You're the new stylist?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah," I smiled.

"I've gotta thank you for this one. My girlfriend didn't let me out of bed for a whole day," he chuckled. I felt my heart sink. I'd already developed a crush on this man.

"I'd love to pick your brain sometime, your pieces are inspired," he said and I felt full with warm.

"Of course," I smiled.

"I'm just gonna say it," he said, running a hand down his face. I was worried and bit my lip.

"I feel this really strong connection like our minds match, do I sound stupid?"

"Not at all," I chuckled. "Not soul mates, because you're dating someone, maybe mind mates," I tried. He snapped his fingers and pointed at me.

"Exactly!" He said. "You're sharp. Can we get coffee later and get to know one another? I'm really excited about this."

"Definitely," I said, but I was screaming inside because I was falling so fast.

"Timothée, what's the hold up!" Someone called.

"Sorry about that, do you do hugs?" He asked. I nodded and he was crushing me to him. He scampered off and I let out a shaky breath.