timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty

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timothée 💗

are you coming back soon?"

Not tonight, love, I have to stay late
I'm sorry.

Love, way to try and soften the blow.

I rolled my eyes and locked my phone, tossing it to the side of me on the couch. He said he'd be here three hours ago.

I grabbed my phone and got up, looking over to the kitchen where dinner was already supposed to be prepared for his arrival.

Supposed to. I figured I'd start on it a bit later than usual, given the fact that he was coming home late. But that's turned to even later now.

I sighed and hiked my way up to the bedroom, just exhausted from waiting.

I hopped in the shower, relaxing under the perfect temperature of water. I took my time, for once. When I take late showers, I cut them short since Timothée likes to hop in the second he gets back from set.

After a good 45 minutes, I got out and put on my silkiest pajama set and crawled into bed, feeling extremely satisfied with my smooth legs rubbing on the soft sheets.

I looked at my phone again, no texts from him.

I plugged it in to charge for the night and got nice and comfortable in bed, ready to sleep the night away. But still missing him next to me for it.

1:30 A.M...

The creaking of the bed sounded far away in my ears and I began to wake up.

Once I could peel my eyes open and come out of my sleeping state, I felt weight on me.

Then, air on the back of my neck.

I turned to my side, my hips feeling dragged upon. And I was met face-to-face with him, the light of the lamp he left on lowly glowing enough for me to actually see him.

He was sound asleep, dreaming I suppose as I watched his eyelids move and lashes flutter.

He looks peaceful and exhausted too, deep in sleep as the weight of his arms are dead on me.

I pushed back his frizz of curls, exposing his forehead, and planted a soft kiss on it.

Still upset that he came home late and wasn't in bed with me when I fell asleep, I embraced him anyway due to missing his presence.

He groaned a bit, snuggling his face into my neck as our legs intertwined like always.

As I fought to keep my eyes open, I felt lips kiss behind my ear. Then they kissed the side of my neck, along my jaw.

"I missed you." he said in a deep and sleepy laced voice as he hugged me tightly.

"I missed you too." I sighed.

He kissed my cheek repeatedly and finally made it to my lips. "I'm sorry I came home late," he mumbled, still trying to catch kisses "I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"It's okay." I said dryly.

His kisses halted. "No, it's not."

I snuggled into him. "Timothée," I sighed "can we just get some sleep, please?" I ask, avoiding the conversation and leaving it for what is, hopefully, the morning.

His tongue clicked, but he didn't say a thing and the bedroom fell into silence, making us fall back into sleep.

8:00 a.m the next morning...