timothée chalamet imagines

hickeys

timothée's pov

"Good morning." I smiled as y/n opened her eyes.

I've been awake for about thirty minutes, just watching my beautiful girl sleep peacefully.

"Good morning." she almost whispers.

I give her a kiss on the lips and she smiles.

"I don't wanna leave this bed." I say snuggling her closer to me.

"Me either." she says putting her hand on top of chest.

I pick my head up to look at the alarm clock sitting on the side table behind her.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"8:15."

"I have to get to work." she yawns.

"Do you really?" I ask, pulling her on top of me.

She smirks. "Yes."

My hands reach her hips and I rub circles on them with my thumbs.

"I can't be late again, my boss will kill me."

"Fine." I roll my eyes and she gets off of me.

I watch as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. I get comfortable again, trying to fall back asleep.

That's what I usually do when she has to go to work, I just wait for her to come home.

"TIMOTHÉE!" she yells.

I jump off the bed, rushing over to the bathroom and swinging the door open.

"What?! What's wrong?!"

She's looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes almost bulging out of her head as her mouth hangs open in shock.

"Look." she turns to me, stretching up her neck and pointing to it.

It's spotted purple and red, covered in hickeys.

"Oh shit." I say, grinning.

"It's not funny!" she snaps and turns back to look at them in the mirror again.

"Can't you cover them in makeup?"

"I can try." she sighs and snatches her makeup bag off of the counter.

I stand next to her, reaching for one of the brushes she took out.

"Let me help." I say.

She puts concealer on her neck as I take the brush toward it.

"Just blend it."

I nod and start to blend it, whatever that means in makeup terms. I mean, is it the same blending as painting? Is it different? Makeup is just too complicated.

I just try to do copy what she does when I watch her do her own face makeup.

"I think that's good."

She looks at them again. "They're horrible."

"Why don't you put on a turtleneck?"

She walks to the closet and digs for one, coming back with it and putting it on.

"Can you see any?" she asks.

I examine her neck.

"Yes." I scratch the back of my head.

I guess I really went to town making them last night huh.

She pulls off the turtleneck with an irritated grunt. "This is all your fault!"

"I'm sorry."

"I can't go to work like this."

"Do you have any sick days left?"

"I don't know," she says "let me go check my calendar."

She pushes past me and goes back to the room to check the calendar on her phone.

I begin to tidy up the counter of the items she spilled out of her makeup bag when I hear her talking on the phone.

As I put her bag away she comes back into the bathroom.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I had one sick day left, just used it."

"That's good."

"Mhm." is her only response.

"Come on, don't be mad. I'm sorry."

"Mhm."

"Let me make it up to you." I say.

"How are you going to ma-Ah!"

I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder as she hits my back. I walk out of the bathroom and toward the bed.

"Put me down!" she laughs.

I lay her on the bed and she looks at me with a grin this time.

"I promise," I say crawling on top of her "I won't make anymore hickeys."

She pulls my face down to hers and gives me a passionate kiss, then pulls away.

"I never said you have to stop making them."

I raise my eyebrow. "Really?"

"Make them anywhere but my neck." she winks.

this ending I- :0