timothée chalamet imagines

fan ficiton

timothée's pov

Y/n got up to go to the bathroom, leaving her phone open next to me on the couch.

I glanced down at it. It looked like she was reading a book, but not in the same app she always uses.

It won't hurt to look at it for a minute right?

I picked up her phone and scrolled through the top.

"anniversary"

Strange title, only one word.

Reading through it, my eyes widened. Was this a fanfic? About me?

There were lots of "y/n"s throughout the story. The top of the page said they meant "your name."

In this story 'y/n' I were walking along the beach, enjoying what was our first year wedding anniversary getaway.

All of the titles were at least 5 words long. Some of the them had what looked like little stars. One before the first word and one after the last.

I heard the bathroom door open. I put her phone back onto the couch cushion and looked away.

"Are you okay?" she asked sitting down and grabbing her phone again.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay." she said and went back to reading.

I leaned over her shoulder and looked at her phone again.

"What?" she locked her phone.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you staring at me and my phone?"

"Don't get mad okay?"

She raised her brow.

"I saw what you were reading."

Her cheeks turned red and she covered her face with her hands.

"This is so embarrassing, oh my gosh."

"It's not embarrassing," I took her hands away from her face, "it's sweet."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you reading what our life could be like."

"We could do lots of these things."

"Like walking on the beach for our first year wedding anniversary?" I teased.

We laughed.

"I have a question though."

"Go ahead."

"What do the little stars in the titles mean?"

"You don't want to know."