𝕰𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 | Timothée Chalamet Imagines

Subway Rides

The subway car jolted to a sudden stop, jarring everyone inside. Y/N braced herself against the sudden halt, her heart pounding as she clutched the handrail. Across from her, a tousled-haired young man with intense, thoughtful eyes also steadied himself."Guess we're in for another delay," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and amusement.

Y/N managed a small smile. "Seems like it. This city's subway system is quite the adventure."The man chuckled, and it was like a ripple of warmth in the otherwise cold and crowded car. "You've got that right. But hey, at least we have each other for company, right?"Y/N's smile widened. "Right. It's better than being stuck here alone."

As the minutes stretched on, the delay showed no sign of ending. Y/N and the stranger – Timothée, as she learned from their conversation – began to talk about anything and everything. Their words flowed effortlessly, as if they'd known each other for years.They talked about their favorite books, the music that made their hearts race, and the dreams that kept them up at night. Timothée's passion for acting shone through as he shared stories about his latest project, and Y/N found herself captivated by his words and the genuine excitement in his eyes.

"I've always wanted to act," she admitted, her gaze fixed on her lap. "But life has a way of steering you in different directions."Timothée reached across the aisle, gently lifting her chin with a finger to meet her eyes. "It's never too late, you know. If it's your dream, you should chase it."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. They continued to talk, their conversation flowing as smoothly as the train tracks beneath them. It was as if the world outside the subway car had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they were forging.The train finally lurched back to life, announcing their arrival at the next station. Y/N couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed. Reluctantly, she stood up, preparing to leave."Well, this is my stop," she said, a hint of regret in her voice.

Timothée rose from his seat as well, his eyes meeting hers. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. I hope we cross paths again."She nodded, her heart heavy as she stepped onto the platform. The subway doors closed behind her, and she watched through the window as the train carried Timothée away, their connection fading into the distance.

But the encounter had left an indelible mark on her heart. Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the stranger with the tousled hair and the intense eyes. She couldn't forget the way their conversation had flowed so effortlessly, as if they had known each other for a lifetime.A few days later, Y/N was browsing a used bookstore when she spotted a familiar face on the cover of a magazine. It was Timothée, his name splashed across the headline as one of Hollywood's rising stars.

She couldn't help but smile as she picked up the magazine and read the article inside. It seemed that Timothée was making waves in the film industry, and his passion for acting had taken him far.Y/N couldn't deny the surge of pride she felt for the stranger she had met on the subway. She knew that their encounter had been brief, but it had left a lasting impression on her.As weeks turned into months, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were meant to cross again. She couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward the world of acting, a dream she had put on hold for far too long.

With newfound determination, she enrolled in an acting class and started auditioning for local theater productions. It was a daunting journey, but every step she took felt like a step closer to the dream she had buried deep inside.One evening, after a particularly challenging audition, Y/N found herself sitting in a park, lost in thought. She had poured her heart into her performance, but there was no guarantee of success.Just as doubt began to creep in, a familiar voice broke through her thoughts. "You're incredible, Y/N."

She looked up, and her heart skipped a beat. It was Timothée, the stranger from the subway, standing before her with a warm smile."You remembered my name?" Y/N couldn't help but be surprised.Timothée chuckled. "How could I forget the person who inspired me to keep chasing my dreams?"He explained that he had seen her perform in the audition and had been blown away by her talent and passion. He had been searching for her ever since, determined to tell her how much he believed in her.

Y/N felt a rush of emotions as she listened to him. It was as if fate had brought them back together at the perfect moment."Thank you, Timothée," she said, her voice trembling with gratitude. "You have no idea how much your words mean to me."He reached out and took her hand, his eyes locked on hers. "Y/N, I have a feeling you're destined for greatness. And I'll be right here cheering you on every step of the way."

Their connection had been rekindled, and this time, it was stronger than ever. Y/N and Timothée's chance encounter on the subway had led to a promise of support, encouragement, and a shared dream of chasing their passions together.As they sat in the park, hand in hand, Y/N couldn't help but believe that sometimes, the most meaningful connections are born from the most unexpected beginnings. And she knew that with Timothée by her side, their journey was just beginning.