( TRIGGER WARNING : assualt & prostitution )
TIMMY & THE PARENTS
timmy
armie
lizLIZ
timmyARMIE
timmyTIMMY
familyLIZ
i love julia so much more
than you know.TIMMY
i love her too. she's great.LIZ
i wanted to become bestie's
with her but honestly she is
like becoming my daughter.ARMIE
that's some cute ass shitTIMMY
i'm so glad you guys are getting
close! :) she loved you guys so
much.ARMIE
so timothée
you're 24LIZ
you're an adultARMIE
could you see yourself marrying
her?TIMMY
woah
woah
woah
we've only been dating for like
3 months guys.LIZ
well it seems like you guys
are pretty serious & pretty
in love.ARMIE
for real, could you see yourself
getting married?TIMMY
well i mean, probably.
if i had to marry anyone, it would
be julia.LIZ
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Timothée and I were lying in bed like every other night when the question I had been dreading for our entire relationship came. "Why don't you ever talk about your parents?"
"I don't know. Not close to them."
"There has to be a reason. I mean, we've been dating for over three months and you have never told me anything about them."
"Okay. I'll tell you everything."
I started from the time I was born. My dad leaving. My mom becoming a prostitute just so she could have enough money to fund for me and the baby she had just had three years after me. Her selling my sister to some family I can hardly remember. My mom starting to give me to her men. Forced into prostitution for a year. Left as soon as I turned eighteen. Got into NYU from my story. Got a full ride as long as I keep my grades up. Haven't talked to my mom since. Haven't seen my sister since I was three. Only Donna and Autumn know, and the school board obviously.
Timothée didn't say anything. I mean how could he?
"You don't have to say anything." I said. As soon as I finished my last word he pulled me into a hug for what seemed like forever.
Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I was weeping. Sobbing onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't be." He cut me off.
I cried more and more. He rubbed slow circles around my back. I began breathing in fast. "Shh," he whispered against my skin as he kissed my temple. "You're safe. You're with me."
In that moment, I had never felt more protected in my entire life. No one in my life cared about me as a kid. It was luck that I could move to New York for practically nothing and pursue the dream that I thought I would never even live to see.
At age 17 my mom began prostituting me to random men. Every time a man would violate me I screamed. I screamed as loud as possible. Not the way I scream with Timothée. I screamed murder. Some men found this arousing, one duct taped my mouth, another just placed himself inside my mouth.
That part of my life was something that would always haunt me.
"Timothée you're the first person I have slept with. The first person that I have chosen to sleep with."
"I love you. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough to share your darkest parts with me. You're my world, and I will never hurt you. I will never take advantage of you. If you are ever uncomfortable or don't feel safe, tell me. I will take care of it."
"I'm so glad you found me."
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This was NOT how I expected
this chapter to go, but I was
just flowing. I kinda like how
it came out but its very horrible.
Like I actually cried writing
this. I'm sorry if it was triggering
for anyone.
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