timothée chalamet imagines

pedicures

your pov

"Timothée." I sigh.

"What?" he asks, a slight crack in his voice.

"Stop moving around so much."

He stutters. "W-Wha. How do you know I'm moving? Your eyes are closed."

"I just know," I say, opening my eyes and turn to look at him "just relax." I calmly whisper.

He nods, closing his eyes and laying his head back against the chair. I hear a few beeps sound, he's messing with the massage controls.

"Is this the right color?" I hear my nail tech ask.

I look down at the bottle they're holding. "Yes."

They smile, unscrewing it. I stare down at my toes as the first coat of nail polish is being painted on. It is extremely satisfying.

You guessed it, Timothée and I are getting pedicures together. It took a lot of convincing for him to finally join me after spending so many times going alone.

Not that I don't enjoy the alone time and getting pampered in peace, it's my boyfriend's toes that keep me from doing just that.

Anyone who gets pedicures knows that they're an instant mood lifter, pretty toes are my key to life.

Not everyone needs a pedicure, not everyone wants one. Timothée never wanted one, but the Lord always knew that he needed one anyway.

I look back over at Timothée, face full of relaxation. His lips form into a smirk and a giggle escapes from them.

I stare at his feet, looking better already. The giggle becomes louder as his nail tech uses the foot pumice on the bottom of his left foot.

"Timothée!"

His eyes pop open. "What? What'd I do?"

He looks down at his nail tech, who's wiping their soaked face of the water Timothée splashed out of the tub with his right foot.

"I am so sorry." he immediately apologizes.

The nail tech shakes their head. "It's okay."

Timothée sinks into his chair, an embarrassed and sorry mixed face displayed and his relaxation interrupted.

I look down at my feet, one foot fully painted. My nail tech smoothly begins on the other.

Twenty minutes later...

"Have a good day!" Timothée's nail tech-turned-cashier says as I put my card back into my wallet.

"Thank you." I smile.

"I am so sorry about earlier." he apologizes once again, reaching into his wallet for cash.

"No, no," the nail tech shakes their head "it's okay, don't worry about it." Timothée insists they take the extra cash and they do, probably just to get him out of the damn salon after the incident and before another occurs.

We walk out of the salon and get into the car, Timothée in the driver's seat. He doesn't turn on the car immediately, staring down at his toes.

I lean over, looking at them. "They look good don't they?"

He nods, turning on the car now. "Yeah."

The drive home is quick and partially quiet. He goes straight up to our bedroom and I go to the kitchen and get a snack, bringing it up with me.

When I walk into our room, Timothée is sitting on the bed; legs stretched out in front of him.

He's staring at his toes again. They're not extremely different, just cleaned up and coated with clear nail polish; like he wanted.

I put my snack on my nightstand and sit on the bed next to him, putting our feet together.

"What's wrong?" I ask, noticing his gloomy face.

He puts his head back against our headboard, taking in a deep breath and letting out an extremely long and loud sigh afterward.

"I soaked my entire nail tech's face with my dirty feet water." he says.

"It's okay," I try holding back my laugh "you know you jerk when you get ticklish."

"Dirty. Feet. Water. Y/n." he says, turning to look at me "dirty. feet. water." he emphasizes.

"Worse has happened." I reply.

"Like what?"

I laugh. "The last time I went and got a pedicure, the woman next to me literally kicked her nail tech in the face."

His eyes widen. "Really?"

"Really," I nod "bloody nose and all."

"Damn." is all he says.

A/N: not too sure abt this one, lmk what you think :/