MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Bad Habits

Warnings - gross habits, alludes to smut, arguing

Timothée let out a loud burp. I waved my hand and made a face.

"Ew, Tim," I snapped.

"Babe, we're married," he rolled his eyes.

"You could at least say excuse me," I said angrily. We stayed in silence for a while. Eventually he got up to get some more food.

"Is that the same bowl as you used before?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I only ate pretzels out of it, you can't really count that," he rolled his eyes again.

"Yeah but it's been sitting out, there could be dust and germ particles, and- "

"Same situation with the dish drainer."

"I guess, it's just a bit-"

"Can you drop it?" He snapped.

"Whatever, I'm the one who cleans the dishes."

"So in saving you trouble," he smirked.

Later I was in the shower singing along to a song from the new Demi Lovato album when the curtain opened. I welcomed Timothée in, kissing his lips gently.

"Mmm, your voice is so pretty," he said as he kissed me.

"Thank you Angel," I hummed.

"Can I fuck you against the wall?" He requested.

"Of course," I chuckled.

"Hold up, I gotta piss first," he said. I expected him to get out, but his just aimed for the drain.

"Timothée!" I said in horror.

"What? If got out I'd drip everywhere," he said.

"It is not very sanitary."

"It's literally getting washed down by the drain and urine is sterile," he said.

"Yeah, well-"

"Y/n, did I do something? Do you not love me anymore or something?" He asked.

"What!" I asked, genuinely shocked.

"You've been super picky lately. I'm not trying to do things to piss you off but you always seem mad at me. Is there something deeper I've done?"

"No, baby I'm sorry. I guess I have been picky lately. Everyone has bad habits," I said, and pulled him to me.

"Like how you wear pajama four days a week?" He mumbled.

"Hey, I work from home," I said, gently slapping his chest. "I am really sorry Timmy."

"Hey, married life is being comfortable together," he shrugged.

"True," I said, and kissed him deeply.