SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2

Mad

Info - reader being insulted, eating rotten food, anger, Tim being insensitive

We were eating dinner together. He was back after a long stint of filming which meant he'd been living on mostly fast food and take out. He'd always exclaimed over my cooking and so I'd been excited to make him a home made meal.

He wasn't reacting the way he normally did. I was watching his face closely. He didn't look positive. My heart was sinking. I hadn't even taken a bite myself yet.

"Where'd you get this bacon?" He asked finally.

"Walmart, same place I always do," I said earnestly.

"Same brand?"

"Yes!" I said desperately.

"I think I'm going to order some take out, I can't finish this," he said making a disgusted face. My stomach dropped. I felt fury fill inside me. He'd never made me truly angry before. I couldn't believe he so arbitrarily thrown that out as if it wouldn't break my heart.

I balled up my napkin. I didn't want to shout at him. I walked into the living room, hugging myself and taking deep breaths.

"I'm sorry, that was a really rude thing to say," he said, coming after me.

"I'm really mad Timothée, I've never, I mean I've never been truly mad at you before. I don't know how you could just say that. You know how I feel about cooking for you."

"I'm so sorry Mon amour, it's never happened before so I didn't know how to say it. I should've been kinder," he said and wrapped me in his arms.

"Promise you haven't been lying to me this whole time?"

"I swear on my life, this is the only thing that's ever tasted bad. It's probably my fault, maybe my taste buds are ruined or something," he said and crossed his eyes looking down at his tongue. I giggled.

We went back into the kitchen. I prepared to take my first bite of the burger while Timmy ordered.

"Oh my gosh," I grimaced and spit out the bite. Timothée looked at me in surprise.

"What the hell did I do?" I asked.

"Okay so I'm not crazy?" He asked.

"No, this is putrid," I said and stalked to the refrigerator.

"Aha! It wasn't me technically, the bacon is past its due date," I crowed.

"I knew it couldn't be you, you're the perfect cook," he chuckled and came to hug me.