timothee chalamet imagines!

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timothée finds the reader's sketchbook in the trashcan
genre; fluff
words; 377
warnings; none

Timothèe had just gone back from the grocery store. As he hauled the grocery bags into the kitchen he noticed something, something that wasn't supposed to be in the trash can.

He shrugged it off and placed the bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. Placing all of the items in their right places, he looks back at the trashcan. The realization hits him.

"what the hell..?"

Timothée slowly puts his hand into the trash can and pulls out a sketchbook. Your sketchbook. Timothée brushes the dust off of the leather cover. He immediately speed walks towards the bedroom forgetting about the groceries that sit on the kitchen counter, half empty. Once he walks in he see's you sitting on the bed, with your computer on your lap, typing away.

You gasp as you see your boyfriend walk through the bedroom door. "Hi timmy! did you get my ice cream?" Timothée nods slowly and walks towards your side of the bed, kneeling down next to you.

"Yes?" you ask, looking up from your computer screen. Your eyes drift down to your lap as timothée drops your sketchbook in your lap.

"What was this doing in the trash ?" he asks, gazing up at your e/c eyes as they slowly become glossy.

You sigh. "i don't plan on doing art anymore, timmy."

Timothée places his hand over yours.

"Wait, why?"

You sigh once again. "it's just.. i'm not as good as I used to be timmy! i lost all motivation!"

You hear Timothée huff. He picks up the sketchbook off your lap and you watch as he flips through it. Once timothée finds the page he was looking for he turns the sketchbook around, showing one of your all time favorite drawings.

It was a sketch of you and timothée at the beach. You had the real picture framed at your desk at work.

A small smile slowly grew on your face.

"I love you so so much, y/n. I don't want your amazing talent to go to waste."

Timothée closes your sketchbook and crawls into bed with you, pulling your head into his chest. "I love you too timmy." You whisper back, just when timothée replies.

"Now, lets go put the groceries away before your ice cream melts."