timothée chalamet imagines

tangled

your pov

"Ow." I groan, my neck practically being snapped backwards.

"Sorry." Timothée says lowly, holding the sides of my head. He presses a kiss to my cheek and passes the brush through my air once again.

I close my eyes, finally relaxed. I'm glad that I don't have to deal with the mess of my hair, especially today.

flashback

"How'd you like it?" Timothée asks as we get driven off.

"I loved it," I smiled "why haven't you taken me on any of your press tours before?"

He puts his arm around me. "You would have been too much of a distraction," he kisses me "well, you still are, but I think I've learned how to control myself by now."

I press a kiss to his lips, twirling the curls at the nape of his neck with my fingers.

The kiss gets steamy and I pull away, I won't let it get far...not in the car at least.

"Do you think you can control yourself until we get back to our hotel room?" I grin.

He returns a crooked smile, letting out a flustered laugh. "I can try."

end of flashback

A tight hairstyle and what feels like gallons of hairspray on your head will tame it for days.

"I think I got them all." Timothée says, setting the hair brush on the counter.

I reach behind my head, grabbing my hair and setting it on my left shoulder. I run my fingers through it - finally tangle free.

"Thank you." I smile at him through the mirror.

He leans over my head, tilting my face upward so we can share a kiss.

My fingers find the curls at the nape of his neck again, twirling them as always.

"Want to get back to bed?" he mumbles against my lip.

I nod, lips still not detaching. He chuckles, pulling away this time.

He grabs my hand and walks us back to the bed, about to get tangled up in a different way.

A/N: short one! :)