timothee chalamet imagines

break up (1)

This reminds me of the song IDFC by blackbear , highly highly recommend

Im in class currently while writing this and I'm hoping my teacher doesn't catch me oof

(update: One of my classmates saw it and I panicked and closed the laptop yIKES)

sorry for all the angsty imagines, request some fluff if you guys want, I'm not good at coming up with fluff ideas lmaooo

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           It had been and awful night. Spending a good majority of my nights alone was a usual thing. But after not hearing from Timmy all day, I was beyond stressed. We had been dating for about 2 years. Through thick and thin, at least that's what was promised in the beginning.  After CMBYN started filming, suddenly our life had been flipped. After months of being apart, I wanted nothing more than to spend time with him. But his interest tended to be more in the parties and the fame of it all. Me, being the person I am, I was never one to be big on drinking or partying.  Timmy on the other hand had caught himself up in all the parties and events. The person I had come to love was no longer there. 

        I heard a slam of the door and I knew that he was home. Walking downstairs, I see a completely drunken Timmy wobbling in the hall. 

"Did you drive home?" I asked concerned

"No, I called an Uber" He slurred and I nodded. Looking in his eyes they were bloodshot. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"What's your problem?" He asks and I laugh.

"Maybe the fact that you are completely wasted and its late. You didn't call or text me to at least inform me. And now you come home and can barely walk straight." I tell him and he gives me a dirty look.

"Didn't realize you were my fucking mom. Get off my back." I look down and shake my head. It had been months of this behavior. The constant bickering, and all the late nights staying up late wondering if he was okay. I was tired of it. 

"We'll talk in the morning when you are sober" I say calmly and walk over to the couch. Laying down, I can feel his eyes on me. 

"You aren't coming to bed with me?" He asks and I shake my head 'no'. Not putting up a fight, he walks away quietly leaving me be. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath knowing that the morning ahead would be stressful. 

           The next morning was just how I thought it would be. I was awake making breakfast as Timmy was still in bed with a hangover. Being able to hear his groans, I walk upstairs with some water and an ibuprofen. 

"Here, thought you might need some." I sit on the side of the bed handing it to him.

"Thanks, you're the best" he smiles and I nod looking down. 

"I made pancakes, do you want me to bring them up here?" I ask and he shakes his head. 

"I'll come and eat with you" Getting up off the bed we both walk towards the kitchen. I feel as he touches the small of my back and turns me toward him. Grabbing my face, he pulls me in for a quick kiss. It felt wrong. I felt as if I was kissing a stranger. Pulling away, he smiles at me.

"I love you Y/N" I stare up at him and don't say anything. After a couple seconds, I break eye contact. Stepping towards the kitchen and getting plates. He says nothing. Just staring at me puzzled. I sit down and begin to eat as he follows shortly after. Sitting in silence, I avoid his gaze.

After finishing, I begin to wash my dishes. I feel his presence behind me. Ignoring it, I feel him wrap his arms around my waist. Placing his head in the crook of my neck, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Moments like these were why I fell in love with him. Too bad they are so few and far between. 

"Y/N, Talk to me, please." He pleaded and I turned in his arms. Now face to face, I finally looked him in the eyes. His gaze was so intense that I tried to look away. He then lightly grabbed my face, now I was forced to look at him. 

"Timmy, not right now please" I say, my voice sounding more like a whisper. Pulling out of his grip, I walk away. 

"Y/N" His voice is stronger now. I couldn't tell if he was angry or just serious. I stand still in my tracks and take a deep breath. 

"We need a break" I try to say strongly but my voice was weak, almost as if I could cry. He stays silent behind me and I turn to face him. Looking at him, he looks defeated. He notices my stare and nods. Almost as if he didn't want to fight me on this.

"Why" He asks and his voice cracks slightly. I can see the tears forming in his eyes.

"We are so different Timmy. You have changed. And I don't know how I feel about the new you. I mean you are always coming home drunk or high. I feel like the person I loved is gone." I confess and he gives me a weak look.

"Loved?" He questions and I don't respond. Looking at the ground, no longer able to look him in the eyes. I watch as he comes closer. My heart is pounding and I'm on the edge of crying. Reaching his hand out and putting it on my waist, I tense and I can tell he is hurt by my reaction when he pulls his hand away. 

"Okay" He says quietly and I nod. Meeting his gaze, tears are streaming down his face and I feel a tear slip out of my eye. Reaching his hand up, he wipes it off my face.

"Only because you want to. I'm not giving up on us though" He persists

"Timm-"

"No, I love you and I'm not letting you go this easily. So you want to take a break, whatever you need to be happy. But I'm gonna work everyday to be the guy you loved. I don't care how long it takes. You are mine. And I'm not gonna let you slip through my fingers like this" He cuts me off and I just look up at him.

             Sitting in silence for a couple minutes, I finally say something. 

"I'll have someone get my stuff" I tell him and he nods slowly. Turning to grab my car keys, I begin to walk out the door. Needing a break from the whole situation. 

"Goodbye Y/N" he says quietly 

"Goodbye Timmy"

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It's almost midnight and I wrote this after I finished my French 2 project. You guys better like the shit out of this because I'm dEAD tired and I have a test tomorrow. I also don't feel like proof reading so lets hope it isn't bad!!!!!

-Bay