SFW Timothee Chalamet and Reader Imagines

Info - argument, sleeping in other beds, jealousy and possessiveness

"You touch him more than you need to," Timothée snapped.

"Timmy, I can't deal with this possessive frail masculinity right now, I've had a hard day!" I nearly roared.

"He's in love with you, I know it," he continued.

"HE JUST HUGGED ME GOODBYE, WE ARE BEST FRIENDS," I shouted.

"You gonna fuck him huh, gonna have a great connection because you started as friends first?"

"Timothée you're being absolutely ridiculous. You don't understand our relationship," I pleaded, but it was the wrong thing to say. He looked like a bomb had gone off.

"So now there are parts of you I don't understand? What happened to soul mates, forever, perfect for me?"

"Timothée, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, I just meant-"

"I'm going to bed," he said loudly, cutting me off. He began to march upstairs. He paused midway.

"You coming?" He asked.

"Pfft, I'm sleeping on the couch Chalamet," I said back. He rolled his eyes. As soon as he was gone the tears began. I knew I'd hurt him, but he stressed me out so much. I'd just wanted to cuddle when my friend dropped me off but Timothée had thrown a temper tantrum.

I lay on the couch weeping into the late hours of the night. I felt a warm presence wrap around me when I'd just felt like maybe I could sleep.

"Timmy?" I asked groggily.

"Couldn't sleep without my girl," he said kissing my neck. "I'm sorry I made you cry."

"I'm sorry you feel so helpless and jealous," I said. There was a long silence.

"Angel," he sobbed. I turned to him in worry. He didn't usually cry.

"What Timmy, be honest with me."

"He looks at you the way I do, and I'm so worried you'll begin to prefer his look over mine."

"Never, oh Timothée, never ever!" I said, clutching him. Now I was crying too.

"You're my, fuck, you're my everything Timmy," I choked out.

"I love you so much, I'm sorry I was so possessive," he said, caressing my face.

"I'll talk to him, if you are seriously concerned I will tell him how I see him as a friend and that will not change," I said seriously.

"You don't have to," he said.

"Would it help you?"

"Yeah."

"Then I will, I would do ANYTHING for you," I sighed.

"I love you so damn much," he said, and clutched me to him desperately. We made out for hours before we fell into an exhausted sleep.