Tamara x Timothée Chalamet

Chapter 1

I just finished responding to the comments on some of the prochoicehypehouse's more recent videos. The 'trump 2020' comments were still going strong and it was starting to get more and more annoying. If only any of the comment trolls had a valid argument to present. I didn't make many videos or go live but I was the founder of the hype house and I responded to the comments as often as I could. It was getting late now, almost 19:00 but something was bothering me. I decided the best thing she could do right now was go for a walk.

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It was barely dark out, almost no one was on the streets at this time. I made my way towards a nearby park. I liked the park because no one else was ever there and yet tonight there was. From where I was standing, the boy looked cute, yet so familiar. I walked closer and noticed how his hair was curly and reminded her so much of Timothée Chalamet. I could approach but... should I approach a stranger in the park even if he was really cute? Probably not. I walked closer and the closer I got, the more he looked like Timothée Chalamet. I was only a few feet away and it was then that I was sure. It was Timothée!

How should I play it? Should I approach and ask for an autograph or was that going to sound needy? Should I call him from where I was or go closer? I approached. I got closer to him before she realised that he was looking down. He hadn't seen me yet. He looked up at me and stared right into my eyes. His hazel orbs observed me in surprise and curiosity.

"Oh hi. I didn't expect anyone to come here." He was talking... to me. He was speaking... to me. Timothée fucking Chalamet was talking to me. I couldn't speak. It was as if words had been taken out of my mouth. He was so cute. His hazel eyes were stunning and his beautiful hair... words were not forming in my mouth. He was walking closer to me. My heart started pounding. I could hear every beat. 'You're Timothée Chalamet.'

"Thank you for telling me." He laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh but a flirty kind but I found myself blushing nevertheless. "You blushing for me?" I nodded softly. I couldn't muster my lust-filled brain to speak. He came closer to me. I could his breath on my forehead as he raised his hand to my face. He was so close now. All it would take was a light breeze and we would be kissing. 'You're beautiful.' Great! Timothée fucking Chalamet called me beautiful. "Keep on blushing and I'll have to kiss you." Of course I couldn't stop. "I warned you." He says as his soft ample lips touched mine. I started to lean into it before he pulled away all of a sudden. "I never got your name hon." I looked into his eyes and then at his lips. I just wanted to put mine to his again. "Tamara, my name is Tamara."

"Well Tamara, should we go back to my hotel, I believe that there is a nice place to eat nearby."

"Oh my god yes, I'm starving." I groaned as I realised what I said and clasped my mouth shut with regret. He raised his hands to mine and pulled them away from my mouth before pressing his lips against mine once again. I felt his tongue pushing into the opening of my lips. I pushed away at his strong shoulders this time. "Let's go get food." I giggled as I saw him pout from being pushed away. We walked towards the exit, he guided me with his arm wrapped around my shoulder as his hand gripped my arm. My life has just changed forever.