timothée chalamet requests

☾ request fourteen

timothée's pov

My fingers comb through y/n's hair softly, the both of us laid out in bed in silence.

I feel her shift off of my chest a bit and hold herself up with her arm. I turn my head to look at her. "What?" I ask, my lips turning up in a grin.

She smiles and pecks my lips. "I don't want this to end." she simply says.

"You don't want what to end?" I ask, confused.

"This," she grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers "us." she says in barely a whisper.

My brows scrunch. We've only been dating about a year, having fallen in love on the set of the last movie we starred in together.

So easily and unexpectedly did we fall, but it was bound to happen at some point in my opinion.

Before, during, after the movie's completion, we'd end up together.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I ask, worry tangled up in my words.

"No, no," she shakes her head and caresses my face "I could never." she says sweetly.

I sigh of relief. "Then why are you saying you don't want us to end? Feels out of the blue."

"Well, I don't want us to end, as in I don't want us to not be with one another. But I really don't want all the stuff between us to end." she says.

I sit up and so does she. "Like what stuff?"

"You know," her fingers twiddle with mine "the cute dates, touchiness, sweet words, the love."

What she's mentioned encompasses what is typically called the "honeymoon phase."

Now, I've never been a super loving person in terms of showing pure endearment or physical love like kisses and caressing in relationships, but with y/n, it's all different.

I want to do all of those things and much more.

What people frown upon for couples doing in public is what I want to and do just to spite them.

"You're worried we'll lose affection?" I ask.

She barely nods. I caress her face, kissing across it softly in adoration for who she is and how honest she can be with me.

"That could never happen," I say as she smiles and slips out a laugh "I won't let it happen." I say and finally kiss her lips.

She pulls away, smiling widely with blush spread across her cheeks.

I look down at the wrinkled bed sheet, worried to ask her this particular question while looking right in her eyes. "Have you ever thought about
breaking up?" I ask.

From the top corner of my eye, I can see her nodding slightly and I look up at her.

"Not because I didn't want to be with you anymore," she explains "but because I didn't want to let the memories we'd already made go too deep. I'd rather they have been new and soft so that they wouldn't cut like glass if they'd have to get ripped apart somehow."

I nod, understanding her reasoning.

"Well, don't you worry about a thing anymore." I say, holding her chin with my index and thumb.

She tilts her head slightly with a soft smile. "I love you." she says.

"I love you too." I say, laying down and pulling her on top of me.

She kisses me softly, my hands roaming her body and caressing her the way she likes; giving her the affection she's been afraid to lose and now knows she'll never have to.