t. chalamet imagines

sixteen: paparazzi

the cameras continued to flash outside the apartment you and your boyfriend shared. it had been three years of you two being together- it wasn't like you were both trying to keep the relationship under wraps- but it was simply annoying that you two couldn't go out and have a good night.

"timothée," you called out from where you were standing near the window. the curtains were sheer so the paparazzi could see your figure and that's why they kept snapping. "can you come here?"

your tired boyfriend walked out from the bedroom. it was about eleven o'clock and you two had made plans to go out about an hour ago. however the plans got spoiled by the paparazzi.

"everything okay?" he asked you, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him while you continued to stare outside.

"no, the stupid paparazzi are standing out there still," you muttered, peeking outside slightly to see them all standing there with their cameras, now waiting for something to happen.

timothée let out a sigh, his breath tickling the bare skin on your neck. "it's alright, ____. just come into bed and we can go out tomorrow."

you frowned, your hand finding one of his as you placed it on top of his. "but i wish we could just leave and not worry about them."

"but that's not my life, or yours for that matter, sweetheart," timothée responded. you nodded slightly, your hand still on his.

"i just want my own privacy," you muttered. "just because i acted in that one movie- it doesn't mean i need to be tracked. and just because you're phenomenal at what you do doesn't mean you deserve to be tracked either."

timothée pressed a kiss to your neck, resting his chin on your head now as you continued to look out the window.

"i know, darling," he began. "but it's our life. and i'd rather be tracked by the paparazzi with you rather than alone."

you smiled.

"i love you," you responded to his statement. he chuckled, spinning you around and bringing you into the bedroom as he laid you down on the bed.

you looked at him in confusion before he climbed over you and laced his fingers through your hair. you closed your eyes as he ran his fingers through your strands of freshly washed hair.

"see," he muttered. "this is easy for us. as long as we have each other, we're okay. we can just stay in tonight."

you nodded, your eyes still closed.

he got you like he always did- even if there were paparazzi involved.