timothée chalamet requests

☾ request twenty one

timothée's pov

I peered over at y/n, her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration.

And then I peered back to the bowl on the table in front of me.

"What?" she asked, dunking her paint brush into the cup of water to clean it off.

I looked at her. "It's ugly."

She studied my bowl and shook her head. "No, it's not. I love it." she smiled.

I raised my brow. "You love the ugly, big and brown splotches I didn't even make on purpose?"

She nodded. "I love everything you make."

I gave her a fake-smile and she took out her brush, drying it onto the paper towel to get the next color on her palette.

Now I regret saying that I'd take over my creative reigns for once on this date. When it's my choice for date night, we stay in and do the same thing: order food and watch movies. 

But now that it's y/n's choice, she insisted that we actually go out and do something fun for once.

And I couldn't say no. So, she found a ceramic painting place by us to go to.

We were told that we could pick anything we wanted to paint, had no limit to how many pieces we could paint, and what size a piece was.

All of the prices were written on the bottom of each piece.

Y/n settled on a simple ring holder, planing to decorate it in either flowers or cow-print.

"Maybe I'll just do both." she had said.

But after I saw all the completed pieces around the store, I convinced myself that I was no longer a professional actor, but a professional painter.

So, I grabbed a big bowl. Unsure of what to paint, I picked random colors for my palette.

"What does this even look like to you?" I asked, turning my recent addition to y/n.

She turned her head to the side, squinting.

"A tree?" she guessed and looked at me for either confirmation or denial.

And my eyes lit up. "It's a tree!" I smiled, which made her start to laugh.

At least there's one thing on the bowl that looks real and obvious.

1 week later...

"Okay," the employee said, "I'll be right back with your pieces." they smiled and went to the back.

"Are you excited?" y/n asked giddily.

I shrugged and she punched my arm. "Yes, yes I'm excited."

"Good." she said and put her wallet back into her purse after paying the pick-up fee for our art.

The employee came back out, two bunches of brown paper in their hands.

They set them down on the table. "This one," they pointed to the big heap of paper "is the bowl and this one," they pointed to the tiny heap of paper "is the ring holder."

As if that wasn't obvious enough already.

Y/n reached for her piece immediately, tearing off just a corner of the paper before stopping to look at me.

"Grab your bowl," she said "I want to see it."

I grabbed it. "Can we open them up at home?"

Now she looked annoyed. "Yes," she sighed "we can open them at home."

We thanked the employee and headed home.

Back home...

"Okay," y/n said right as we walked through the front door "we'll open them up and reveal them to each other at the same time,  alright?"

"Alright." I sighed, disappointed that I was forced to see my shitty 'masterpiece' anyway. I'd only wanted to open it at home because it's save me from the embarrassment of the public.

So, we turned back-to-back and unwrapped the obnoxiously loud and large amount of paper, throwing it to the floor.

"Ready?" y/n asked, a smile on her face I knew was there, but just couldn't see.

"Yeah," I examined my bowl "I guess."

Y/n pushed her butt against mine. "Don't be so sour, I'm sure your bowl belongs in a museum."

"Do that again."

"Do what again?" she asked.

"Bump me with your butt and maybe I'll drop it, by accident, of course."

"Timothée..." she scolded.

"Sorry."

"Okay, on three," she said "one..two..three!"

And we turned around, presenting our pieces to one another.

"Awhh!" she gawked "it looks so good, spin it around, I want to see the whole thing."

I did what I was told, turning it around to show what was supposed to be a forest, but then just a display of different shapes, and then Paris.

It's a combination of the most random things is what it is.

"Let me see yours." I said, holding my bowl low.

And she lifted up the ring holder in the palms of her hands, smiling behind it, decorated nicely in flowers and cow print like she'd said.

"It's cute." I smiled.

"Thank you, let's go put them in our room." she said after we cleaned up the paper.

The next morning...

I stretched over, expecting to wrap my arm around y/n, but did so around a pillow instead.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes open to check the time. It's early and she's not next to me.

Curious as to where she was, I got up and went to the bathroom, peering over at her ring holder on her vanity.

When I went into the bathroom, I expected  the shower to already be running and find her in it.

But it was off, empty, and had already been used as the droplets of fresh water were evident.

I hopped in the shower myself and got ready for the day, going downstairs to look for my love.

To my surprise, again, she wasn't in the kitchen making breakfast like she usually likes to do at this hour.

As I walked past the kitchen island, I stopped in my tracks. An object placed in the middle of it caught the corner of my eye.

And it wasn't in a good way.

I turned slowly and approached it. A sticky note attached to the pit of it read...

Good morning,

I'm out getting us bagels from down the street, hope you're in the mood for a bacon egg and cheese soon.

Love you - y/n ♡

p.s - your piece may not be museum worthy, but it deserves to be on display anyway

p.p.s. - it better be right where I left it when I get back :)