timothée chalamet imagines

makeover

your pov

I walked in, kicking the door closed with my foot and raced over to the kitchen table. I set down all the bags of groceries.

"Timothée!" I yelled starting to take things out.

"Just a minute!" he yelled from somewhere in the house.

I pushed all the bags to one side and began folding them up when footsteps padded into the kitchen.

"You didn't answer your phone," I said "I needed help with the groceries."

"I'm sorry," he apologized "I was...busy."

"Busy with what?" I asked, starting to put the bags underneath the kitchen island "you've been home for two we-"

I stood up, finally looking at him and burst out into laughter. I walked over to him, moving his face side to side to get a good look.

White face, blue eyeshadow, red lips, yellow circles on cheeks and butterfly clips in hair.

"What happened?"

"Our daughter happened." he said.

She walked into the kitchen just then, immediately running over to me.

"Hey sweet girl," I picked her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek "I missed you."

"I missed you too." she hugged me.

"I see you gave Daddy a makeover." I said.

"Yes!" she smiled proudly "do you like it?"

"I love it!" I emphasized the love.

"Do you like it, Daddy?"

"I love it too, darling." he smiled and came over to us, kissing y/d/n on the cheek too. He leaned in, centimeters away from kissing my lips.

"No!" our daughter yelled, pushing our faces away from one another "you'll ruin his makeup."

"Sorry, sorry." I chuckled.

Timothée took y/d/n out of my arms and rested her on his hip. "Why don't we help Mommy put the groceries away and then...you can do her makeup after too."

I began shaking my head, "It's not going to be fair, he already looks better than me."

Truth is, I'd love to play along, but I just got done with two hours of grocery shopping and a full day at work. I just need to take my makeup off, not have any more put on.

"Please, please, please!" our daughter begged, Timothée joined in "please!"

"Alright." I finally gave in.

an hour later...

"One..two..three!" they counted down. I finally opened my eyes and flipped the mirror over.

I gasped. "Wow..it looks..amazing!"

Green eyeshadow, purple glitter, hot pink lipstick anywhere but my actual lips and neon hair ties.

"Great job." Timothée said, giving y/d/n a high five. She looked extra proud of her work on me.

I stood up from her bedroom floor "Time for dinner, go set the table please." I told her and she ran out of her room.

Timothée stood up, grabbing the mirror and holding it up so both of our faces were in sight, immediately making us laugh.

"We look ridiculous." he said.

I nodded in agreement and looked down at all the makeup scattered on the floor. "Where did you get all of this..?"

He set the mirror on her desk and scratched the back of his head. "A store." he cleared his throat.

"A store.." I walked over to him "what store?"

"The one you shop at all the time."

"Sephora?" I asked immediately angry and he nodded "Timothée, this is expensive stuff!"

"I didn't know where else to go." he shrugged.

"They make makeup specifically for kids. You could have gone to Target or something."

"I know," he sighed "but I thought you could use it after so it wouldn't have to go to waste."

I picked up the hot pink lipstick, "Where am I ever going to wear this shade again?"

"To my next press tour, maybe?" he laughed as I rolled my eyes and set it back down.

"I'm sorry," he said pulling me in for a hug "next time I'll go somewhere else."

"You spoil her too much." I confessed.

"She's my daughter, I have to." he cupped my face in his hands as I looked up at him.

He leaned down, centimeters away from my lips like earlier. "Nope." I pushed him away, his face filling with annoyance and disappointment.

"What? Why not?"

"You'll ruin our makeup." I winked and walked out of the room.