fall apart ( timothée chalamet imagines )

a little fun ❥ thirty one !

but then he just closed his eyes and burried his face on the crook of your neck.

there had been many situations like that, where something almost happened but didn't.

needless to say, you were confused.

confused and starving.

one morning, you woke up with a few DMs from him.

tchalamet

y/n baby love of my life

i'm having a lil party at
my place tonight with
a bunch of people i hardly
even know

please please PLEASE come
keep me company

just so i don't go completely
insane

you let yourself grin. you grinned so hard and for so long that your mouth was sore by the time you decided to reply.

yourusername

mhmmmmm what do i
get in return

luckily, he was online. you couldn't imagine what he was doing since his instagram is collecting dust half the time. however, a small, pretty childish part of you wished he was waiting for your reply, begging for you to wake up and put an end to his misery.

how narcissistic of you.

(yet not necessarily untrue.)

tchalamet

ughHhhHHh you're
fuckin killing me 🤯🤯

shit

my lap is yours for the
entire night

how's that sound lovey?

you felt your entire body grow hot at the thought. not to mention the nickname, a nickname he'd tried once and now used too frequently for your own sanity. but he did do a really good job at calling you that only when you two were alone or texting.

yourusername

you're the guest and you're
just gonna have me on your
lap for the entire night?

sounds a bit rude to me
mr chalamet 🥴

tchalamet

i hate you

please? for me? 🥺

yourusername

ugh fine

only because you said
please

tchalamet

thank you thank you
thank you