Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Sweet Revenge

~RPF

~Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader, Justin(OMC)

~Warnings: Vandalism, Breaking and Entering, Language, Mentions of Cheating

~Word Count: 1,362

You walked into your shared apartment, tears staining your cheeks. You sat on the couch and let the tears and sobs wreck your body for a good 15 minutes til you couldn't breathe. It was when the front door opened you quickly dried your face and attempted to calm yourself.

"Y/N?" The soft, deep voice came from behind the couch. "What's wrong, punk?" Timothee, your best friend and roommate, quickly made his way over to you, pulling you into his arms where you broke again. "Babe, what is it?"

"I lied," You pulled away, wiping your eyes on the sleeves of your shirt.

"About what?" Timothee pushed the hair from your face. "What is it, sweetheart."

"Justin."

"Your ex? What about him?"

"I didn't dump him for the reason you think." You sit back and look at Timothee.

"Are you saying he wasn't a jackass?" Timothee lifts a brow. "Because I will argue with you on that one. The guy was a douche."

"No," You give a sniffling chuckle. "I mean, yeah, he is a douche," You wipe your cheek. "He- uh- he cheated on me."

"What?!" Timothee's eyes grew. "I'm gonna kill him!" Timothee stood and you jumped up.

"Timmy!" You pull him back down on the couch. "Stop it!"

"He hurt you and I'm gonna kill him." Timothee says matter of factly. 

"That won't help."

"Then what will?" He leans back pulling you into him. "Tell me how I can help you fix your heart." He leaned his head on yours.

"Time I guess." You sniffled again. "And it's not even the fact that I'm heart broken, Timmy."

"Then why are you crying your eyes out?"

"Because I'm pissed!" You sit up and look at Timothee. "If you are unhappy with your partner, you dump them, not cheat with their friend."

"Stacey wasn't your friend, she was a whore." He told you. "She tried getting into my pants twice."

"Seriously?!" You shake your head. "Ugh, dumb slut!" You cross your arms over your chest and fall back next to Timothee. "I was crying because he tried to say his cheating was a mistake and she meant nothing. God, he pissed me off so bad I had to leave. And you know I cry when angry." You wiped your eyes again. 

You lay with Timothee for a while. Nothing made you feel better like your Timmy. 

"Sweetheart." Timothee sat up suddenly. 

"What?" You asked, seeing the biggest smile on his face. "Oh I don't like that smile. What are you thinking in the evil head of yours."

"What is sweeter than revenge?" He looks at you.

"Revenge?! How?! I am not sleeping with one of his friends! They are disgusting!"

"God no! I'd disown you!" He stood pulling you along with him to the closet. "I think I found out what to do with all the leftover stuff from that play."

"You're an evil genius, Chalamet." You say looking into the closet.

"He won't be home later because of work." He looks at you with a grin.