timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty seven

*story set in the beginning of the pandemic/March 2020.

your pov

"Mmm" I hummed, trying to pull away from his lips. "I have to go."

He pouted and grabbed my hand, kissing it. "Do you really?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded and cupped his face with my hands "I'll see you later."

He sighed. "Okay."

"I love you."

He smiled softly. "I love you too." he said and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips, trying to steal yet another after it.

I laughed, picking up my purse. Already being late to work due to Timothée not physically letting me get out of bed this morning.

I ran down the stairs, opening and closing the door behind me and got in my car.

Backing out of the driveway quickly, I turned down the street and headed to work.

Three hours later...

My arms crossed over my chest and my leg began to bounce in anxiousness.

"Turn the volume up." one of my coworkers said.

Someone else grabbed the remote and did so.

"Effective immediately, in regards to the citizens of New York, all businesses and workplaces will be shut down for two weeks. Residents are urged to stay in their homes for the time being, we are in an unforeseen circumsta-"

The governor was cut off by my boss shutting off the television. "Well, you heard him, effective immediately. Pack your things and go home. I'll email you all for the next two weeks in regards to work itself and whether I gain knowledge about what our next steps will be." he clearly stated.

Everyone looked around at one another without a response. My boss cleared his throat. "Is that understood?"

We all said 'yes' and filed out of the room. My heart began to race.

This has never happened to me, to any of us, in this lifetime.

A pandemic? Shutting down the entire country for two weeks because something unbeknownst is upon us? What the hell is going on?

I'd heard of a new virus spreading earlier in the month, I just didn't think it'd shut the city down.

I grab my things, the rest of my coworkers already gone or trying not to freak out as the rest of us pack up.

By the time I have everything of my own and bid farewell to my boss and desk, I'm the only one left on the floor besides him.

I take the elevator down to the ground floor and already see people filling up the streets. I figured we'd be the only company let off just seconds after the governor made the announcement.

But I guess not. This really is serious.

I brace myself, opening up the door and go into the crowd.

The thing that sucks about working in the city is that street parking is limited, my safest bet to not getting a ticket is parking in a parking garage.

And even then that's a long walk from my job.

I hear people around me talking.

"It's chaos down here."

"What are we going to do?"

"It feels like the end is coming."

I hear people answering their phones.

"Don't worry, we're going to be fine."

"Yes, my boss just let us go."

"I'm on my way home now."

A few people around me begin to push and shove, desperate to get to where they need to be. And I honestly don't blame them.

Just a little over halfway to the parking garage, I feel my phone ring inside my purse.

I take it out and see that it's Timothée calling, a sense of relief rushing through me. Noticing the caller, I stop in my tracks briefly.

"Come on!" "Keep walking!" "Really lady!?"

The grumbles of New Yorkers drown in my ears. I decline his call and my feet start moving again.

After close to 15 minutes of walking with a sea of people, I find peace in breaking off from them once I make it to the parking garage.

I get into my car, making my way to the street as quickly as I can. Only to be stopped by another sea of people in traffic this time.

I hit the steering wheel, frustrated. I'm sure everyone here is just like me, trying to run home to be with their loved ones.

Maybe some are running to the store. Maybe some are running to God knows where.

I check my phone again, seeing four missed calls.

Distracted again, someone beeps at me multiple times to get into the free space.

45 minutes later...

I feel another sense of relief once I park in my driveway. I take off my seatbelt and grab my things, opening and closing my car door.

I dig through my purse for my keys and once I finally find them, I unlock the front door.

To my shock, Timothée swings it open and stands in front of me.

"You scared m-" He lunges forward, wrapping his arms around me in an extremely tight hug. I drop my things to the floor a few seconds later and wrap my arms around him tightly too.

We rock back and forth. I hear him sniffling in my ear and take his head into my hands to get a look at his face. He's crying.

"Hey, hey," I say softly "what's wrong?"

His lips quiver and his eyes become full with tears. "What's wrong?" I ask again.

And he doesn't answer. I hold one of his hands and somehow pick up my things with the other.

"Let's get inside." I say.

We do so and trail up to our bedroom. Timothée leans against the doorframe as I settle my things and then sit on the bed. He stares at me blankly, knocking his head slightly on the frame.

"Sit." I say softly, patting the mattress.

He drags his feet over, sitting beside me with a strong slouch in his back and his head hanging toward the floor.

"Timothée, what's wrong?"

He takes a few seconds to find the courage to even look at me. "I- you-" he stutters.

"Take a breath." I tell him. He knows better than to try and get out his words when he just can't in times of distress.

He does so, playing around with his fingers.

"You scared me." he finally says.

My brows scrunch. He scared me by swinging the door open earlier, he must of been waiting and watching for me to get home to do that.

"What are you talking about?"

"I called you after I saw the news," he starts to choke up "more than once. You didn't answer. I thought something happened to you." he says in a tone that's just over a whisper.

My heart melts and breaks. "I was stuck in people and traffic," I explain "I couldn't answer my phone; I'm sorry."

He sniffles and I wipe away his tears with my thumbs, pressing kisses to his cheeks. "I'm okay. I'm here now, see, that's all that matters."

He simply nods.

"Don't be upset, you're stuck with me for two weeks after all." I say and that makes him break a small smile.