Info - misunderstanding, mentioning blow job, mentioning masturbation, Timmy's POV, pining, PDA, mentioning hook up
I was distraught when I got home. I kicked the wall hard. I didn't care about the pain in my foot. A hook up! She'd thought I just wanted a hook up. I wanted all of her, heart, soul, and mind. I grumpily turned on the tv, not even bothering to change. I'd probably just cry or masturbate thinking of her lips on my cock the rest of the night. How pathetic was I?
I stressed the whole week about whether to send her something or not. My stupid heart was aching. Now that I knew her touch, not having it was like withdrawing from a drug.
"So who are some of your celebrity crushes. I know you're an up and comer so you must have some favorites," Jimmy said to y/n. I'd been excited to know she was doing Jimmy because I was on it next week. Perhaps I'd be brought up in some way.
"Well, there is one I've recently really been interested in," she said sheepishly. I was instantly jealous of whoever that small cautious smile was about.
"Go on," Jimmy said.
"Um Timothée Chalamet," she said. My heart dropped into my stomach, then rose back up at top speed like an elevator on crack. Me? Me! Me!!!!
"Really! He's on next week, I'll put in a good word," Jimmy said with his titular laugh. I nearly had my nose pressed against the tv.
"I-I don't really need a good word," she said sheepishly.
"Oh, oh, ho, here to announce something? Do we have a Hollywood power couple on our hands?" Jimmy asked and the crowd roared.
"I just, um, he just wanted a hook up though," she said.
"What!" Jimmy said indignantly.
"Yeah, I was like okay it's better than nothing so we hooked up at the Oscar's. Don't worry ladies I didn't pin down your man he's still open and ready for someone to snatch up," she laughed.
"No! No I'm not! Im yours!" I was screaming at the tv.
"Well Timothée if you're listening, y/n y/l/n is willing for more than just a hook up, right?" He turned toward her. I held my breath.
"Yes," she said nervously, pushing some hair behind her ear.
"You heard it here first!"
I scrambled for my phone. The fans were going wild. I chuckled, they weren't used to so much information about me. Knowing definitively that I'd hooked up with someone at the Oscar's was like gold to them. To my surprise we were being shipped together quite a lot.
Now all I had to do was take my time on the show to say that I wanted her too. By the time I was going on Jimmy's show, there was fan art, edits, playlists, mood boards and even, to my delight, fanfiction about us together. My heart was in my throat as I nervously walked onto Jimmy's stage.
"Hey Jimmy!" I said running my palms down my thighs.
"You look nervous, well more nervous than you usually do," Jimmy joked.
"Yeah uhhh, I know I'm not normally like this, sorry," I said, mind blanking on how to approach the topic. Thankfully, Jimmy saved me.
"We had a guest on here last week that says they may want to get to know you better," said Jimmy.
"Yes I saw that," I beamed.
"Wow, your face just like lit up man, are you a fan or something?"
"Definitely a fan, definitely a fan," I agreed. "I uh, wanted to clear something up."
"Go for it, go for it," Jimmy allowed.
"Ummm, yeah it wasn't just for a hook up. I uh really liked her, and I guess I came off as eager in a weird way."
"So you like this girl? You are officially saying you have a crush on y/n," asked Jimmy excitedly.
"Aw Jimmy you're making me feel like I'm back in high school," I said rubbing my eyes. "Yeah, yeah I'm really into her."
"Alright, well you can check Twitter while we're on commercial because I'm pretty sure Timothée just threw a grenade! We'll be back."
"Sick man, thanks for dropping that on my show," he said, and I nodded, face buried in my screen.
I grinned at all the tweets with both our handles. I was nearly about to post "your move y/n" but I didn't want to pressure her.
I decided to focus my energy elsewhere for the rest of the interview and I could obsess later. However, after about fifteen minutes, I heard someone's voice, a voice I liked a lot.
"Can I see him?"
I shot up. There she was. She wore a light sun dress in blue and white. She looked like a day dream.
"Hey Timothée," she smiled.
"H-hi," I said.
"A little blue bird told me you might have something to ask me," she said. I knew she must mean Twitter.
"Yeah uh, would you want to go out with me, like for a date and not a hook up?" I asked, stumbling toward her. Damn this girl had me weak.
"Yes, I'd like that a lot," she said. I couldn't help but sweep her into my arms and kiss her. She responded with just as much enthusiasm.
"I'm so glad I came," she whispered into my mouth.
"Me too," I responded.