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peach marshmallow chocolate bar

"haley? there's somewhere here for you!" one of the crew members yelled into her trailer window.

"coming!" she called back, even though it was late at night and she had to be back on set in fifteen minutes. haley got out of her trailer but not before switching out of her late 1800's style shoes and opting for a pair of fuzzy bathroom slippers. it was a hot night, and it didn't help that she was dressed from head to toe in a victorian era outfit. meaning to say, that there was a lot of heavy, thick cloth that had to be dealt with.

haley hoisted her thick skirts up in the air so she wouldn't trip and looked around to see a car with it's headlights on. from the passenger's seat emerged timothée, a dog falling out of his lap and running towards her.

"sienna baby, hey!" she yelled, forgetting her costume and squatting onto the floor, letting their dog run onto her lap.

"relax!" timmy called at sienna, who was trying to lick haley's face despite her attempts to push her off. "your mama's got makeup on," he scolded.

"they'll fix it, it's dark and we're almost done anyways." she assured him. "how are you?" haley asked conversationally, standing up and wrapping her arms around his torso.

"i've been busy finalizing press tour outfits you?"

"same, but also..." haley gestured to her outfit, which was answer enough. "let's go inside?" she offered, helping him and sienna into her trailer.

"do you have water?" he asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"sure," she answered, moving around to get a water dispenser from her mini refrigerator. she poured him a glass then turned around to hand it to him, except it looked like he was focusing intently on something. his eyes broke focus with whatever it was as he accepted the glass graciously.

"nice ass," he grinned, then then took a sip.

"i have no ass, sir." haley pointed out. she shook her butt, which had a victorian bustle dress attachment thing to enhance her behind. it swayed from side to side, giving the illusion that she actually had an ass, much to the contrary. "this baby's fake." she said, slapping it lightly, before sitting next to him.

"hold me," he murmured, positioning himself with his head on her lap. she began to run her hands through his curls lightly, playing around with his hair. it was soft and it smelled good, and haley loved touching it as much as he loved having it touched.

"i remember filming wonka here," he remarked, holding one of her hands as the other ran through his hair. the word wonka reminded haley of something she wanted to show him, so she made a move to get up.

"no, don't," timothée whined, as she tried to move his head. eventually, he relented, watching haley go deeper inside the trailer.

"so a couple of days ago, i was leaving set and there were like, what, twenty people waiting near my car? they all seemed nice and i wasn't very tired so i went over to meet them and they took photos i think but i haven't seen them yet... anyways, one of them gave me this." she pulled out a large blanket. ironed onto it were pictures of timothée's various characters: elio dancing in a flower print shirt, zeffirelli playing chess, laurie laurence in the march family attic, paul atreides in a stillsuit, nic sheff smiling, his character from hot summer nights with a joint, billy mitman holding up a bag of chips. some others weren't even his characters, some were just his iconic outfits, like a picture of timmy at the 2019 golden globes, his pink little women premiere outfit, his venice film festival premiere outfit for the king, his blue suit for the dune paris premiere, his 2022 oscars outfit, and at the very center of the blanket, one that started at the top and reached the bottom of the blanket, was a big, head-to-toe photo of timothée's dune london premiere outfit.

"what the hell." he stared at the blanket, his mouth open with disbelief.

"i sleep with it at night now."

"i'm jealous of a fucking blanket with my face on it." he stated.

"they gave me this, too." it was a pillow with sienna's face embroidered it, then when turned around, an embroidered chocolate bar with the word 'wonka' on it, with peaches, marshmallows, and elio's face on the sides.

"take a photo of me with it?" he asked, holding up the pillow with the peach marshmallow chocolate bar in front of his face. haley managed to get a couple of good shots, one of which he'd posted on his instagram stories later on.

"and they told me to give this to you, too." she held up two plushies, one elephant and one penguin.

"can i have the elephant?" timmy reached out to take it. "these are great, but why're they giving you stuff to give me?" he asked. "shouldn't they be there for you?"

"oh they had me sign stuff too. phone cases and things. besides, i'm not complaining, i am in love with that blanket."

"you're supposed to be in love with me." he grumbled, pulling her backwards to sit beside him.

"that too."

one week later, the two of them were in cannes for the premiere of the invisible life of addie larue. elias was there alongside them, and both haley and timmy had found extreme fun in following him around and just watching him freak out over his first movie premiere ever.

haley wore a deep blue v-neck dress, one that had two small straps to cover her cleavage. it was backless too. since her character's freckles were described as stars, it also had seven gold star embellishments with silver swirling embroidery to mimic constellations.

she liked the idea of both the gold and silver on her dress since elias was wearing a white lace suit that leaned on the more feminine side, one with gold sparkles, while timmy wore a different black one with sequins and sparkles, a combination that never got old.

"we look good!" elias practically yelled, skipping around the lobby of the hotel that they were waiting in. haley grinned, taking photos of her friend, some of her boyfriend, while he was on the phone with his publicist.

"question," timothée asked her, tugging on his sleeves to pull them over his wrists a bit more. "how do you feel about exploiting our relationship for press?"

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"hey, my name is haley leneghan."

"i'm timothée chalamet."

"and today we're here with buzzfeed to take the... what's this?" haley squinted at her phone, zooming in closer onto the text that she had to read.

"the best friend cross relationship test." timmy finished for her.

"are you scared?"

"i shouldn't be, but i am. it feels wrong to exploit our relationship, i dunno how else to say it."

"we agreed to it, though."

"you should know this!" haley reminded him.

"of course i do, it's november 30, 1997. remember mine?"

haley scoffed. "easy, december 27, 1995."

"i am so shit at astrological signs," groaned haley.

"i know that you are a... sagittarius, right?"

"i'm gonna guess that you're a... let's just say capricorn." she shrugged.

"hey, you got it!" he exclaimed, evidently delighted.

"really?" disbelief was written all over her face.

"this depends on our schedule." timmy said, reclining on his chair. "if we're filming, then it's like, ungodly hours. but if we're both just at home... you sleep early 'cause you hate naps."

"i hate naps, that's true, so i sleep early at night."

"you sleep at like, what, ten?"

"ten is on a good day, yeah."

"okay, so what time do i sleep?"

"you sleep at like eleven, i think. or same time as me. but you wake up a lot and use your phone for like an hour then you fall asleep."

"it's true."

"there are millions of numbers, yours could be like, a hundred thousand, two hundred and sixty-two for all i know."

"i don't have a favorite number."

"oh, that makes it easy then!" she laughed.

"i know yours, though." timothée looked excited to guess it. "twenty-one?"

"ass! i have a song with the same title, it's pretty obvious."

"no no no, your other one is seven!" he yelped, flailing his arms chaotically.

"do you know why?"

"because seven times three is twenty-one!"

"yeah. that's right."

"my first impression of you was that you were really, really pretty. and you were kinda shy but after five minutes that just dropped. you were very funny, charming, endearing..."

"are you just dropping the whole adjective list?" she laughed. "i'm supposed to be guessing your first impression of me."

"skip that for this one, i want you to know my first impression of you because i don't think i ever actually said it to your face. what was your first impression of me?"

"my first impression of you was at that call me by your name q&a, the one where you fell of the chair," haley began.

"don't! don't mention that!" timothée began waving his arms blindly through the air as if he was trying to swat a fly.

"i thought that you were pretty... yeah, that you were pretty." she shrugged. "um, you were very eloquent, very cute, awkward, then you fell off the chair and that was funny so."

"that was where i got my first impression of you, too."

"you were kinda shy also. i mean, you know. we were both shy. but after that, you were like, crazy, and funny, and sweet, and everything." she grinned.

"we don't do, like, formal date nights."

"yeah, date night is we're both at home the whole day using our phones, playing with the dog, cooking, then just snuggle in bed under the covers and watch a movie at like nine." timothée agreed.

"you like my what, my neck?" timmy asked, rubbing it self-consciously.

"yeah, i do. i really do!" she added, seriously. "you... you like my neck also, i think."

"neck and jawline."

"right! i like your jawline, too."

"he's very funny. you are! you seem so serious sometimes, but you're the goofiest person and you can make anybody laugh a lot. also, you can juggle, but that isn't really a secret. oh, and you're really, really smart, language-wise."

"language-wise?"

"yeah, like you can speak english, and french and italian—"

"— i had to learn italian for call me by your name."

"yeah, but you understand it fast. i think you also know german, right?"

"i do."

"see. that's like, a whole different kind of smart."

"you're smart too, weren't you supposed to be a doctor?!"

"you're also insanely good at photography." haley said. "like, you could be a photographer if you weren't an actor."

"you'd be like, a writer if you weren't an actor. or a model. because you're good at modeling." he said.

"okay..."

"but i think your secret talent is that you give really good massages, and anything that relates to destressing. like, you're very good at helping people wind down and relax, you know? which is a bit ironic for someone who's very anxious all the time." the last part became a mumble.

"no, it's true."

"oh! but you're also the best cook. you're a great chef, a great baker." he pointed out, remembering the countless nights she spent teaching him how to roll out pastry dough and properly measure flour. "she cooks a lot, it's all delicious." he told the camera.

"i was so excited for this question. we've never really talked about it, but like... i think we're both mixes of love languages."

"i agree," timmy said. "i think yours is words of affirmation, because you like it when people validate you."

"fair."

"and also physical touch. you like hugs, or just holding hands, even. i do too!"

"you got it exactly right, we're both touchy people i think. but your other love language is gift giving, because you like surprising people."

"yeah. i like seeing your face when you get something. even if it's a flower i found on the street." he laughed. "but hey, this was one of them." he reached over to haley and gently picked up the cartier love necklace he gave her the year before. haley had it on every second of everyday, and only took it off when she'd be showering, or when acting. "it makes a cameo in one of our scenes in the movie, right?" he asked. she had worn it during a scene between their two characters.

"yes. by the way— catch our movie, the invisible life of addie larue, out in theaters by the time this comes out!" haley added, switching into pitching mode.

"kid cudi, he's a kid cudi person all the way." haley said. "i am too."

"but your ultimate favorite is taylor. no questions asked."

"it doesn't even have to be branded, i think that you'd wear something from etsy if it was cute." timothée told haley.

"i would!" she agreed. "personally, i feel like we both aren't very particular about who we wear, like just so long as there's a person or brand that understands our vision for outfits and things, and is able to make them a reality, i think we're fine."

"that's true."

"we're both into photography, i think."

"she's better at picture-taking than i am, but i have fun with cameras. haley's good at baking, though. she stress bakes. like whenever there's something on your mind, i feel like it helps you relax." he told her.

"she likes to just lay in bed with a book or movie. or like i said, baking!"

"i like relaxing with you, though. so i kinda drag you to do whatever i'm doing."

"i mean, you know, i've learned so much about pastry dough in the last year."

"when you sent me a truckload of birthday presents." haley told timmy, recalling how she got a pleasant surprise on her birthday all those years ago. "we were kinda like, walking around the big question i think. then my birthday rolled around and you weren't there in california so you sent a bunch of stuff, then i told you over the phone that i wanted to kiss you."

"and then we saw each other like a week later and we did that once i got in the car with you after coming from the airport."

"then it became official!" haley exclaimed.

"i think that we forgot the rules for this game." haley told timothée. "we supposedly had to answer about the other person but that just flew out the window."

"which is fine!" he added. "we know each other well, we have lots of time to get to know each other better..."

"thank you so much for watching, don't forget to like and subscribe to buzzfeed's channel and click the bell for notifications."

i'm so scared to wrap up this story istg

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