SFW Timothee Chalamet and Reader Imagines

Info - break up, pining, heart break, nervousness, getting back together, mentions of cheating

I had to wonder if he thought about me at all when he went to those places with her. I didn't own that restaurant, or those seats under that tree, or that spot on his couch, but it felt like I did. I didn't own that outfit, or that hair style, or that necklace, but I wish I did. Didn't it pulse in him? The memories of us.

Why is it that I could no longer wear my favorite sweater because I'd spent one of my best days with him in it; but he could wear all the things he had with me. Why was it that I had to force myself to shower and take care of my hair these days, and he was wearing his hair the way he knew I loved, but she gets to pull it. It wasn't fair.

All the love is poured into him for nothing. All the broken promises, the things I'd never for a second thought would be a lie. He'd turned me into someone who believed in fairy tales and ripped it all away. Why did he get to move on? And with her of all people.

Everyone loved them together. He was getting compliments while I picked up the broken pieces of myself and desperately tried to make something vaguely human-like.

Years passed, my heart didn't waver, even when sometimes I wished it would. Different people couldn't fill the hole. You couldn't shove a square peg into a circular hole. I decided I'd live with the hole. It was better than lying to people and myself. It just sucked because now I'd never be married, never have kids, I'd wanted those things so badly, and he'd promised them to me. I wonder if he knew after he left that I wouldn't attempt those feats unless it was him by my side. I'd meant forever when I'd said it.

"Y/n?" A voice I never thought I'd hear again was piercing the grey cloud that followed me around.

"Timothée?" I asked and all at once, there was sun again. After the longest winter I'd ever endured, the sun shone again.

"How are you, can I sit?" He asked. I nodded, making room for him.

"I'm alright. I got a job, I have an apartment, I have a cat," I told him.

"That's great, I-I've been better personally. I just, yeah, it's so weird that I'm bumping into you, I've been thinking about you a lot," he said, and I wanted so badly to believe him. I didn't want the winter to come back, I wanted to bask in his light.

"Why have you been better, your career is going great," I said.

"Yeah, my career isn't everything. I just have been missing some people," he said, and looked at me wistfully. Me? It couldn't be, could my prayers finally be answered?

"It's cool that you kept tabs on me," he grinned and I blushed.

"Don't worry it's cute," he said, and I remembered all the times he'd called me that. Fuck did I ever want to me his again. I saw his leg jiggling, and I realized I still spoke the language of Timothée because I knew what that meant.

"Why are you so nervous?" I asked.

"You want the truth?" He asked.

"I'd love it," I smiled.

"Because you look so damn pretty I can't focus on being smooth enough to ask you out," he said.

"Y-you want to go out? Aren't you dating-"

"No, she cheated so many times. I don't even care, I've missed you like hell. It too that bitch to realize I didn't lie when I said forever. I want you back and I'm willing to do anything to make that happen," he said. I could've burst into song.

"Just ask," I said simply, and pulled him down for a kiss.