timothée chalamet requests

☾ request ten

reader asked me not to tag them! but they requested a breakup imagine so... yeah <3

your pov

I put my book down as Timothée takes my legs off of his lap - I was comfortable.

He's sitting on the couch while I lay on it. We're both indulging in reading this Sunday afternoon before Monday comes and sinks us into work.

"Can we talk?" he shuts his book and puts it on the side table.

That immediately makes me sit up. "Yeah."

He pulls down his face with his hand and rests his palm against his forehead - something's really, very wrong.

It's not often he gets into these kinds of slumps.
But when he does, that's the first indicator and it all moves downhill quickly.

"Timothée-" I reach over, touching his arm, but he flinches and moves away. "Tim."

He finally takes his hand off of his forehead and turns to me, his eyes are red and glossy.

"What's wrong?" I ask with a lump in my throat.

He shakes his head and sheds a few tears, and I feel like my heart just drops at the sight of him.

"Talk to me." I say quietly.

"I'm sorry." he says, shaking his head some more as tears fall down his cheeks.

I crawl over to his side of the couch, pushing back his post-shower frizzy curls, a touch he doesn't resist this time. "What are you sorry about?"

Has he gotten fired from his latest project? Is he in legal trouble? Why is he apologizing?

"I-I don't, don't," he struggles to speak "this isn't working anymore." he finally spits.

I pull my hand from his hair. "What isn't working anymore?" I ask, feeling my heart actually drop this time.

"This," he sighs "us."

I immediately stand up. "What? What do you mean this isn't working?" I ask exasperated.

"Y/n, I'm sorr-" he says standing up.

"No!" I shout "what do you mean this isn't working out? Tell me why it isn't working."

He shakes his head and wipes his eyes.

As far as I know, this has been working for the past four years. I haven't flipped a switch, neither has he. I've been completely loyal, I'm not sure if he has with the way this came so abruptly.

"It's complicated."

"Complicated? Giving me a single reason as to why you're breaking up with me in the middle of fucking nowhere is really complicated for you?"

He just shakes his head again and stares at me blankly. "Did you cheat on me?" I ask.

Now he looks offended. "What? No, no! I didn't cheat on you. What the fuck?"

How sweet.

"Then why are you doing this?" I ask, finally feeling tears fall down my cheeks.

"It's me, okay?" he says. "I just don't want to be in a relationship anymore."

"Not at all or just not with me?" I ask, thinking that he's leaving me to go out and find someone better to be with or someone new to fuck.

He clicks his tongue. "Not at all."

"Four years." I barely say.

"What?"

"Four years, I spent four years of my life with you and more before that as just your friend. A-and now you're just up and leaving me? Us? In the middle of the fucking day?"

First loves come and go, Timothée's mine. When you're with someone for so long, know them so well, love them so much, you can never picture them not being yours.

"I'm sorry." he apologizes again.

"Please. don't do this," I cry "please don't leave."

I'm livid, yes, but also extremely shattered and torn. Do I want him to leave and never come back? Stay and never leave? I don't know.

He cries too, crocodile tears I suppose. "I'm sorry." Is that the only phrase he knows?

"Tell me what I can do to make you stay," I say "I'll do anything, please." I want him to stay.

He sighs. "There's nothing you can do."

"Please," I grab a hold of his hand "I would do anything for you." I say, even now knowing that he'd never do the same.