Juicy ~ Timothée Chalamet (Timothée OC's)

A lil Regulus stepcest for a very special person!!! thank you for your patience and I hope I did your request justice. Sorry it's so long lmao.
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The thunder rumbles through the house so fiercely I wake up from my sleep.

I was never a fan of storms, though the lightning was beautiful, they felt gave me a dark and sinister feeling.

I sit up in my bed swinging my legs over the edge and slipping my negligee on with shaking fingers. The next clap of thunder makes my windows visibly shake, my heart rate picks up as I tear open the door.

My mother and step-father had left for the weekend leaving me with one viable option for safety, my step-brother.

My terribly handsome, smart, and sweet step-brother. How fucking embarrassing.

A smaller rumble makes me jump slightly, speeding my legs up to his door, the smell of faint smoke filling my nose.

I debate bothering him out of sheer humility, before- 'BOOM!'. I jump once more.

I knock lightly and wait, his record player could be heard through the wood, I wait a moment longer. The vibration of the weather felt on my bare feet, lightning sparking blue light throughout the hallway.

I knock once more much harder than the last time, panic settling in. I could hear shuffling from the other side of the door, the feel of fresh tears prick my eyes as I wait for him to open the door.

I wrap my arms around myself before he opens the door, he coughs once, twice, before speaking with a scowl.

"Y-Y/N," Cough, "What are you doing up?" Cough. His brows furrowed.

I look up to meet his gaze, fresh tears pooled in my under eyes, "I'm scared." I whisper.

His face softens before he looks back at the open balcony doors, "You're scared? Well of wh-"

Another wave of thunder crashes making my body lurch forward gripping his bare waist.

"Thunder, s'scary, I really don't like it." I lock my hands around either of my wrists behind his back, my face buried in his side. A hand smoothing the back of my hair the other on the small of my back, he ushers me into his room.

"You don't like storms?" He questions, still holding me, "Mm-mm" I shake my head in his side. There's a beat of silence.

"I can help you." He slowly releases me, moving towards his open balcony, picking up what looks like a cigarette.

I twiddle my thumbs watching anxiously as he lights it, taking a puff, before handing it to me. Staring at the smoking cherry, I look up to him again.

"It'll help, promise. It's okay." He takes a step closer, gently gripping the back of my neck holding me steady as he raises the hand rolled cigarette to my mouth, "Just suck and inhale, then blow out." He instructs.

I lean forward, placing my mouth over the end and following his guidance, pulling back when i couldn't suck any more.

I Inhale and keep my stare at his bare chest. The effects kick in quickly, relaxation floods my muscles, my brain not as worried about the thunderstorm, it felt..Marvelous.

"You okay?" He puts the dart out on the door frame.

I nod my head grinning slightly, "Feel good Reggie, thank you." I move towards the balcony, meeting his smiling stare, watching the raindrops fall in sync with one another. The beauty of the storm becoming very apparent.

"Y'know, thunderstorms aren't so scary." He comes to stand next to me, "They can be sad, but they're mostly beautiful." He looks up to the sky flashing lightning.