Info - confident reader, depressed Timothée, Timmy not taking care of himself, begging
I heard a knock on the door. I smirked, he was right on time. I told him he'd only last three weeks at most. I told him he'd regret it and be consumed with thoughts of me.
I opened the door with a smug smile. I crossed my arms and looked him up and down. He was not wearing his normally well put together fashion statement. His shirt had holes and his sweats had stains. His hair was greasy and limp. He hadn't shaved. His green eyes were wide and desperate.
"Was I right?" I chuckled.
"Yes," he whined. We were silent for a while.
"Will you take me back?" He asked as tears spilled down his cheeks.
"I knew you'd come crawling back," I scoffed.
"You're so right, you're always right, please," he pleaded, getting on his knees and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Oh alright you puppy," I smiled. He jumped up and smashed his mouth to mine. I rubbed his back as I kissed him and then pulled him into my house.
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SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2
FanfictionFanfiction that is fluff, angst, etc but no sex. You can read this with no worry of being scandalized. lots of cute moments. All between Timmy and the Reader.
