timothée chalamet imagines

lights out

your pov

I rested the laundry basket on my hip and shut the light off, making my way up to the bedroom.

Once I stepped inside, I heard the shower running. Timothée was still in there.

I set the laundry basket down on the floor and grabbed the, still warm, bedsheets, putting them on the bare mattress.

The swat of sheets spread the gentle sent of detergent around the room within seconds.

After the sheets went on, I put the pillowcases back on as well and fluffed the pillows up.

The laundry basket laid atop of the bed now and I began folding actual clothing.

It's not a repetitive thing to do Timothée's laundry; but with him just coming back from filming 'Wonka' in London last night, I figured it'd be the nice thing to do.

Besides, I want to scratch everything off my to-do-list so we can spend time together.

As I folded one of Timothée's shirts, the light flickered. The second I looked up at it, it went out. Burned out bulb?

"Y/n?" Timothée calls from the bathroom.

I set the shirt down. "Yes?"

"Did the lights just go out?" he asks, the water stopping soon after.

"I think so." I reply with a sigh.

I walk over to our light switch, flicking it on and off. Nothing. I also flick the light switch on and off in our closet, nothing again.

A loud bang and groan comes from the bathroom. "Timothée?" I ask, immediately rushing over to the door.

"Y-yeah?" he answers almost weakly.

"Are you okay?"

"I fell."

I giggle to myself, opening up the door only to hear another groan. "Oh my God." I hit him with the door. Nothing of him is visible.

"I'm sorry." I say, finding his bare shoulder with my hands and press a kiss to it.

He musters a single laugh. "It's okay."

I walk over and find my phone on the bed, turning on my flashlight. Timothée walks into our closet, I follow.

I shine the light for him as he looks for some pajamas to wear tonight. Once he grabs them, he sets them on top of the dresser; turning to me with a serious face.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I ask.

He raises a brow. "Don't watch me change."

My face droops down. "Really?"

"The lighting isn't good enough."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," I laugh "and we've been in worse lighting."

He laughs, walking over to push me out of our closet. I playfully beg to stay, but let him change in the dark by himself.

"Don't fall again!" I yell.

"Ha, Ha." he mocks.

I finish folding the last few of his shirts and begin to put everything back into the laundry basket.

As I move the basket over to the corner of our bedroom, I hear the closet door opens.

"Light please." Timothée laughs to himself.

I walk back over there, shining it up to his face; which displayed the biggest smile.

He leans down, pecking my lips. I wrap my arms around him, missing his long-absent scent and delicate touch.

I feel his hair dripping water onto me, but I don't bother to say a thing because I don't really care.

"We should go check the circuit breaker." he says, arms wrapping around me a bit tighter.

"We should." I say, head rested against his chest.

But we don't move for a few seconds. The time eventually comes to pull apart and we walk down to our basement, him taking the lead with my phone's flashlight still on.

We arrive at the circuit box, Timothée flipping a switch to see if the lights in the basement come on first.

I stumble up to the top of the stairs, staring out to our living room.

"Anything?" Timothée asks.

"No."

He flips the switch again. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," I say "just come upstairs."

He closes the circuit breaker door and comes up the stairs, holding my hand. I grab my phone and walk us to the kitchen.

I go beneath the kitchen island and pull out a few of the candles I always have stored down here.

Timothée's a step ahead of me and reaches into the drawer for the lighter.

"Our room?" he asks.

I nod and we carry the candles and lighter back to our room. Three candles go onto 'my' nightstand and three go onto 'his.'

The room glows lightly as Timothée starts to light them, we're slowly becoming fully visible to one another now.

He sets the lighter down, laying down on his side of the bed. I turn the flashlight off on my phone and lay down next to him.

The movement of our bodies against the sheets awakens the detergent scent once again and I feel instantly relaxed.

"You're beautiful in this light." Timothée grins, tucking hair behind my ear and caressing my face in the palm of his hand.

"Thank you." I whisper shyly. The simplest compliments and words just do something to me.

He leans in, pressing a long kiss to my lips. We smile against one another's mouths, letting out those all too familiar kid-like giggles.

I hold his hand, squeezing it tightly. "I missed you around here."

"I missed you more." he replies.

"Does it feel good to be home?"

He nods. "Yeah, especially with you." My favorite crooked smile appears again and the sparkle in his eyes from the candle light makes me melt just like the wax of them.

A/N: hi. i'm sorry i haven't been updating, my life is complete shit at the moment and idk what i'm doing. hope you like this imagine, sorry if you don't; i'll try to write some more that are truly worth reading soon <3

and if there are grammatical or spelling issues, pls don't point them out. i just threw all these words around and pressed publish.