timothée chalamet imagines

something to do

your pov

"Go wake your Dad up." I tell the kids and they hop off their chairs, racing up the stairs.

I laugh to myself, grabbing their plates and tossing them into the sink for a wash.

"Hey! Hey!" I hear Timothée yell from upstairs.

The kids scream inaudibly and it makes me laugh even harder. I hear laughter from upstairs soon after as well.

As I start drying off the plates, footsteps pad down the stairs. The kids giggle running past me in the kitchen and to the living room.

I look to my right to see Timothée leaning against the fridge. "Good morning." I smile.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "It was a good morning until your kids jumped me."

"My kids?" I ask, placing a plate back in the rack.

He walks over, pressing a kiss to my cheek. "Your kids." he whispers in my ear.

A slap to the butt startles me, "Stop it!" I scold as he slaps it once again. "Timothée!" I say through my fit of giggles, grabbing and pushing his hand away from me.

"I can't help it." he says, kissing my cheek again and goes back upstairs to get ready for the day, leaving me flushed.

"Kids!" I yell, they both come running back toward my voice. "Get your backpacks ready, we're leaving soon."

40 minutes later...

"Finally." Timothée exhales, closing the door.

I take off my shoes and sit on the couch. We just got back from dropping the kids off at school.

"Any plans for today?" I ask him. He said no last night, but knowing him, he'd find something after all; he always does.

"Just something I have to do later." he says quickly, sitting next to me on the couch.

To no surprise, I nod and close my eyes, laying my face onto the couch in his direction. If there's anything I need right now, it's to catch a quick nap or just catch up on my sleep completely.

As I slowly feel myself drifting off, Timothée's hand brushes up softly against my face; moving my hair away.

I feel the couch move and lips press against my jawline, moving down my neck. I sigh in content, trying to peel open my eyes.

Timothée pecks towards my lips and my eyes open up, watching his own eyes stay closed.

I grab him by the face, making him jump slightly and he looks at me. "I thought you had something to do today." I chuckle.

"That something would be you." he smiles.