hello ghost readers, ik you're here.
just wanted to say ily even if you don't vote bc these imagines are subpar.
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It was 4:00 in the evening and you were preparing for a very important date at 6:00. You gave yourself ample time to look just right for Timothée, your best friend of several years. Recently things had started to stray from the friendly path and turn more romantic. You were starting to fall for little details about him that you overlooked before, always hiding your adoration for him.
You curled your hair loosely and put on jeans and a flannel, leaving the front unbuttoned to show off a tight camisol underneath. It was beginning to feel like fall so you thought the outfit suited the activity he had in mind: a picnic. Hearing your phone ping with a text, you put on some boots and went over to your desk.
T: be over in a min 💓
Swiping on some Chapstick you grabbed your purse and bounded downstairs. He had only knocked once before you swung the door open, flinging your arms around his neck in a excited hug.
He grasped your back in return and made a noise in response to you wrapping your legs around his waist as if to say he couldn't handle you climbing him.
"Hi!" You exclaimed, settling your feet back on the ground.
He laughed. "Hi, are you ready to go?"
You nodded and followed him to the car as the two of you took off to a nearby park. It had a great hill overlooking some of the town which made for the most perfect scenery for tonight's date.
Once there he scrambled out of the car and sprinted over to your side opening it for you. You giggled at his awkward attempt at being a gentleman.
"Thank you kind sir," you grinned as you stood up to his level. His eyes watched your's with fascination as you cupped his face and placed a simple peck on his lips. After the gesture he rolled his eyes back into his head and sighed in delight as he bit his lip obviously contemplating something. Before you could question it his lips were back on your's, his hands wandering to your waist inside your flannel and clutched your cami.
You both pulled back after awhile and smiled, turning to the trunk to gather the supplies. He insisted on carrying it all as he led you up the hill eventually settling on the very top underneath a beautiful weeping willow tree. He unfolded the blanket and you set out the food, excited to feast together.
"Did you make these little sandwiches?" You asked with glee.
"Yeah, I was trying to impress you but I'm no chef."
You took a bite into the triangle and moaned. He raised his eyebrows as you did a little dance.
"That good?" He laughed.
"Yes," you swallowed. "They're amazing, this is amazing...you're amazing." Leaning into his shoulder and looking up at him with big heart eyes. He chuckled in a way that hinted at his embarrassment, you loved that about him. He was always so humble.
You both chatted and looked out over the city. Once the food was cleared you found yourself cuddled into his side, gazing up at the sunset shining through the swaying branches of the willow.
"Timothée I have to tell you something," you said, propping yourself up on your shoulder and staring down at him.
"What is it?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear and tucking it in place.
"I think," you looked up to avoid his intense stare. "I think...I'm in love with you."
You closed your eyes hoping this wouldn't screw up the vibe between you both. Suddenly his lips were on your mouth, stealing all the words you couldn't say from your lips. He felt it too. The passion in the kiss was magnified, different from anyone you had shared before. You pulled back to look in his eyes.
"God I love you," he gasped and smiled. "I really do."
You were over the moon. Your lips collided again and again, you rolling on top of him and feeling the stubble from his upper lip and chin rub your face. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks as you kissed while his hands made their way up your back.
It was meant to be, your friendship had paved the way for a perfect relationship. You were convinced Timothée was your soulmate.
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Timothée Chalamet Imagines
Fanfica collection of sweet and sappy imagines as well as hardcore smut about our beloved Timothée. enjoy at your own risk x.