timothee chalamet imagines!

groceries

Timmy puts some unwanted items in the shopping cart

Words; 384
Warnings; none

your eyes scanned the shelves, searching for the specific pasta sauce you wanted to use for tonight's dinner.

while you were doing that, timothée was on the other end of the aisle, staring at the large varieties of candy.

"timmy, do you remember what was the brand of pasta sauce your mom used?"

no reply.

"timmy?" you say, looking around the aisle. finally spotting him at the end of the aisle, a giant chocolate bar in his arms. you run towards him, snatching the candy out of his arms.

"timothée, no! we're here to get ingredients for dinner, i'm tired of having take-out all the time" you put the chocolate back where it belonged and dragged timothée back to where your cart was.

"why don't you just text my mom and ask her?" timothée says, crossing his arms, still upset about not getting his chocolate bar.

"oh, right" as you pull your phone out from your pocket and began texting, timothée managed to slip away and began to speed walk back to the candy section.

he quickly grabs the chocolate bar and a pack of gum and makes it back to the cart just in time. he slips the candy under all the other groceries that sat in the cart, hiding it from your view.

you place your phone back into your pocket and grab the correct pasta sauce off of the shelf, putting it inside the shopping cart.

when you began pushing the cart to the cash register, you noticed it felt heavier than before. you stop and take the jar of pasta sauce out of the cart.

"i know this jar isn't that heavy..." you mumble to yourself, continuing to walk towards the register.
once you got in line, you began unloading the items onto the conveyor belt leading to the cashier.

"wait, i'll do it y/n" timmy says, as soon as you're about to reach the bottom of the cart, which is filled with the candy timothée placed while you weren't looking.

"no it's okay, timmy, i got it!" you smile at him and place your hand into the cart, still looking at him.
timothée becomes more nervous by the time you look back at what was in your hand.

the chocolate bar.

"i don't remember putting this in the cart."