SFW Timothee Chalamet Fanfiction P2

Depression

Info - reader with depression, spending the day in bed

"Come on, I let it go yesterday but you know I don't let it happen two days in a row," Timothée said throwing back my black out curtains.

"Mmmmm," I whined.

I was having a bad depression episode. Yesterday Timmy had let me spend all day in bed and he'd even had stayed with me for a majority of the time. He'd brought me meals and only insisted I get up when he prepared a bath for me. He washed my hair, dried it, and braided it. He was so sweet and cuddled me to sleep.

Today though he was insisting I get up. He had some activities planned for us.

"You're putting on makeup, not because you need it, but because you love doing your makeup and you're doing mine too because you love that," he ordered. My mouth twisted into a smile.

"Okay," I smiled.

I got up and Timothée gave me a big hug as a reward. I brushed my teeth and then sat down at my makeup desk. I decided I'd do a look based off the color of Timothée's eyes.

For him I did a more simple but matte look since I'd went with dewy. He looked so pretty.

When we went down stairs Timothée said I had to make breakfast with him. I was eventually smiling and singing like I normally did.

After breakfast Timothée got us canvases to paint. It seemed like a really interesting thing to do.

"Thanks for all this Timothée," I said gently.

"Anything for my sweet girl," he said.