♡ 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

○ Fragile | Timothée Chalamet

Description:
Timothée has been on the
road for a while and has
been worried that because
he has been gone for so long
he looks different and
you won't like him

TW: mention of (unintentional) disordered eating

You were laying in your living room on the couch watching TV. Your phone rang and you picked it up to see a text from your boyfriend Timmy.

'Hey babe, lots of traffic, won't be home for another couple of hours :(' the text read. You were upset but never the less were excited that would get to see him it had been a couple of months. Sure, you guys called and facetimed, but it wasn't the same as actually getting to hold and touch him. You sat around for another hour until you had gotten hungry, a familiar rumbling in your abdomen made you get up. You walked over into you kitchen.

"Ugh" you groaned. You hadn't bought groceries this week. You realized you would have to get dressed seeing you we're currently a large sweater and some PJ pants. You went upstairs and looked for an outfit, but halfway through decided to just swap your PJ pants with a pair of grey sweat pants and and call it a day. You walked back down stairs and grabbed the small ring that held your car and home keys right on the coffe table and walked out the door making sure to lock it before getting into your car.

Timothée was driving back and after a long time away from you, but he wasn't sure he was ready to see you. His busy schedule caused him to lose a lot of weight. Sometimes putting meals off or skipping them entirely. His hair has also grown out, it was now passing his nose. He was a bit self conscious of it pushing the wavy brown locks over his ear to make them look less long. Soon the sun had gone down and had finally made it to the home him and you shared. He was a startled to see that your car was not in the driveway. Once he was parked he took out his phone and messaged you

'Hey, I'm home, are you?' To which you promptly responded

'Sorry we needed groceries. At the store be back soon x' A small disappointed look came onto Timothée's face. He got out of the car and opened his trunk to get his luggage. He pulled out the large black suitcase and pulled at the handle to get it to extend. He closed the trunk and locked his car, proceeding to drag his suitcase to the door. Timotheé pulled out his keys from his back pocket and opened the door. Timothée pulled his suitcase up the stairs and into the bedroom. He laid the case on the floor and unzipped it. He grabbed from the case a grey hoodie that once fit him but has now gotten big, and a pair of white sweats. He took of his jeans and t-shirt and changed into these clothes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of himself in the bedroom vanity mirror. He was entirely too thin and he knew it. It was hard for him to look at himself, yet he still obsessed over his figure, how his ribs were even more visible than they had ever been. His hip and collar bones were also visible he was like a skeleton. His shaggy brown hair draped over his sunken-in face. A feeling of shame came over him and he quickly put his clothes on. He went downstairs and as he sat on the couch he tried to shake the image out of his head, of his thin frame and pale skin. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the door opening. He turned around and saw you holding two grocery bags in each hand. Timothée got up and walked to the door saying

"Here let me help" He took two of the bags from your hands and walked over to the kitchen putting down the bags. You did the same after closing and locking the door.

"Hey Timmy" you cooed, you came up behind him and held him by the waist until he turned around and pushed his hands against your chest, making you let go. He remained silent the whole time "Baby what's wrong?" you asked. He didn't want to tell you what was actually wrong. He didn't want to tell you because he didn't want to put that burden on you, make you feel like you had some part in this, it was obvious you didn't but he knew how you got.

"n-nothing I'm just tired, can we go to bed?" He replied coyly. You gave a warm smile and replied

"Of course we can, we can deal with the groceries tomorrow. Nothing in there is frozen so it's fine" You took his soft hand and led him up the stairs to your bedroom where his luggage laid.

"Oh sorry I changed clothes when I got home." Timothée said explaining the clothes on the floor.

"It's fine we'll pick them up in the morning, let's just sleep" you said laying down on the bed. Timothée followed and laid down next to you. He turned away from you and you spooned him. Timothée squirmed a little under your touch. He didn't like how he could feel your arm pressing against his ribs. You were starting to get concerned since this was the second time he was awkward about you touching him. You thought you had done something wrong, so you gave him some space. "Timothée what's wrong, please don't tell me it's nothing because I can tell something is bugging you" a few tears started to prick from his eyes. His covers his face with his large hoodie sleeves and a quiet sniffle mixed with the silence began to worry you. You put your hands on his shoulders and softly begged "Timmy please"

"I-I just-" he stuttered with his back still turned away from you. You interrupted him

"Can you please look at me?" He stiffened and hesitantly turned around, and for the first time you had actually see his face, his eyes were droopy and dark. His cheeks were flushed from the crying, and he was still huffing slightly. "Please, breathe, and tell me" you said slowly and quietly. Timothée took in a deep breath.

"I've just- I've lost so much weight and now I can't even look at myself-" His speech was stopped by a hiccup and his eyes welled. You rubbed his back trying to comfort him. He took another breath and continued "-I can't even look at myself without simultaneously wanting to look away and just stare and think about everything I hate about myself." he admitted. You wiped his soaked cheeks.

"It's okay Timmy, please just breathe" you whispered. He took a large gasp of air. you couldn't believe it. whenever you looked at him he always looked perfect to you, and hearing how he felt about himself hurt your heart. You keep rubbing his back as he sobbed with his tears running down his face and onto his pillow. His eyes were squeezed shut. It was absolutely heart-wrenching to view. You felt helpless watching this unfold. 

"Timmy you're okay, I love you so much, and it hurts me to see you hurt." you took in a breath before continuing to speak "But I understand what you're going though, but you are so amazing and it doesn't matter what you look like everyone loves you, no matter your size" you assure him. He opened his eyes and looked up at you with his reddened orbs. he just looked at you silently for a second before giving you a shy kiss on the lips before pulling back and pushing his head into your neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his profuse apologies muffled by you neck. He didn't want to bring this up with her because he didn't want her to worry about him but it was too late now. 

"Don't apologize honey, It's okay to need to talk to someone, and I'll always be here to talk if and when you need me" You said swaddling him in your arms. Timothée began to relax, and he simply said

"Please just hold me" he whimpered. You quietly obliged and just held his quivering torso. 

"Okay" you whispered.

A/N: Ok please don't yell at me ik I haven't posted in forever but quarantine has my imagination z o o m i n g. And I'm probably going to try writing more so please leave feedback! tell me what you like and dislike. I'd like to hear it!