timothée chalamet imagines

stretch marks

your pov

I wrap myself in my robe and lay on the bed. Timothée comes into view seconds later, his towel hanging on his shoulder as he leans against the doorframe.

"I thought we were going swimming."

I clear my throat. "I changed my mind."

He huffs, walking over to me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I shake my head "just changed my mind."

He tosses the towel onto my legs, grabbing onto the string of my robe and pulling it very slightly. I put my hand on top of his. "Stop."

He lets go, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?" he asks again.

"God, can you just leave me alone?!"

He's quick to stand up, tossing the towel back onto his shoulder. "Okay." he whispers.

"Timothée-" I call out his name as he walks away, but he doesn't turn around, just closes the door behind him.

I am such a bitch. I get off the bed, putting on my sandals. I go downstairs and look through the glass back doors that lead to our patio, Timothée is laying in a chair: sunglasses on and reading one of his favorite books.

I open the door, shutting it behind me and walk over to him. My shadow towers over him and he rests his book flat on his chest. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like that or yell at you."

He picks his book back up, continuing reading. "It's fine."

I take the book out of his hands and drop it onto the patio. He sits up, taking his sunglasses off and squinting up at me. "Why'd you do that?" he asks.

"Because I want to talk to you."

"So talk." His cocky attitude is making me frustrated, but it's what I expected.

"I didn't mean to yell at you," I say "I just- I just wanted to be alone."

He covers his eyebrows with his hands to shield the blasting sun from his eyes. "You didn't want to be alone a few minutes ago when we were supposed to come out here and swim."

I nod. "I know, but like I said, I changed my mind."

"Why'd you change your mind?" he questions "you never skip out on swimming, you love it."

I really do. "It's a- a um.. I'm just dealing with an issue."

His scrunched face goes relaxed and into a frown. "What issue?"

"My stretch marks got worse." I confess, biting bite down on my lip, closing my eyes. My stretch marks have always been present, my hate for them as well. Timothée never minded them, he even told me he loves them and that they're one of his favorite things.

Although I appreciate the adoration of my biggest insecurity, my feelings toward it will never change; no matter how hard he tries to make me see what he does. My love for them is extremely rare and that rarity vanishes quicker than the wind blows.

I open my eyes up, looking down at him will falling tears. He stands up, wiping them away with his thumbs. "Don't cry." he whispers, kissing me softly. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly as he rocks us back and forth.

He lets go and sits back down, pulling me closer so his face is leveled to my hips. He looks up at me, grabbing back onto the string of my robe carefully, pulling it slowly like earlier.

My robe comes open, my hips and torso in full exposer now. His hands rest on my waist as he brings his face close, kissing my hip bones. I start to cry again, smiling to myself and chuckling a bit as I run my fingers through his soft and humidified-fluffy hair.

He continues kissing my stretch marks sweetly, letting his fingers trace over their lines right after his lips leave them. He kisses up my torso, standing up to follow a forming trail. One kiss reaches and is placed on my left cheek, then another on my right, and then one on my lips again.

"I love you, y/n," he says "every single part of you, always remember that."

I sniffle, wiping my eyes and nose. "I love you too," I say "thank you."

He kisses me once again, sliding off my robe completely, letting it fall onto the patio floor. I step out of it, taking off my sandals too and kick them to the side.

He rests our forehands against one another, grinning widely. "Now get into the pool before I push you in."

A/N: this one's really short, sorry! I'm not sure I even like it though, might delete :(