timothée chalamet requests

☾ request fifteen

your pov

I peered over at the clock, dropping my fork on the plate. I got up and tossed my cold, half-eaten, food into the trash and put the plate in the sink.

I turned on the water and rinsed away the chunks of sauce on the plate and left it there as I made my way up to the bedroom, deciding that waiting for him to come home was a waste of my time.

Once there, I stripped myself of my clothes and threw on pajamas. I went into the bathroom and took off my makeup, washed my face, brushed my teeth.

I turned off the lights and crawled into bed, watching the moon shine it's light through the half-opened curtains.

I closed my eyes as I heard the front door open and close. Footsteps dragged and stumbled  all the way down there.

There was also knocking of the dishes in the sink and then the footsteps came up the stairs.

"Y/n? Y/n." he whispered.

The bedroom door creaked open and he walked in, dropping a bag and hitting something of his on the dresser - resulting in a grunted "Fuck."

He went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, I sat up - ready to scold him when he came out. My arm reached over and I turned on my lamp, lighting the room a warm yellow.

The toilet flushed and the sink ran. The door opened up and hit the door-stopper loudly.

I watched as he stepped out of the bathroom and looked at me, startled. "Hey." he showed a toothy smile, walking toward me.

He rested his hands on the bed and leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head away to dodge it.

He pulled back. "What's wrong?" he asked, the overpowering smell of alcohol hit my nostrils.

"Where were you?" I asked, my head still turned away from him.

"Out," he replied "I told you I had to stay late."

"To do what?" I looked at the floor.

"Change up some of my scripts."

I looked at him. "Right."

His hand grabbed the cover resting on my lap and pulled it off. "Timothée-" I sighed as his hand rested on my upper thigh.

He leaned in again, mouth close to my ear.

"Come on, I haven't seen you all day." he says in a whisper and his lips kiss down my neck.

I feel his fingers hook into my shorts, ready to pull them down. I push him away and take his hand off of me too. "Stop." I say.

He huffs and stands up straight. We stare at each other in silence, I feeling frustrated and him feeling annoyed - which I can only presume.

I rolled my eyes and turned off my lamp, laying back down to look out at the moon.

I won't stay up to listen to the excuse he'll make up for claiming to stay at work late, but come home with alcohol on his breath again.

My lamp turns back on. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

I stay silent, wishing he would turn off the lamp and leave this discussion for the next day - even though I don't even want to have to have it.

"Y/n." he clicked his lips.

I felt his hand on my upper arm and gasped when he flipped me roughly over on my back. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he said sternly.

I immediately sat up. Too shocked to say or do anything, I got off the bed and exited the room before he could say another word.