timothée chalamet imagines

mistletoe

your pov

I woke up to Timothée watching me sleep. His eyes sparkled and cheeks flushed red.

"Merry Christmas, baby." he smiled.

"Merry Christmas, love." I said.

He kissed my forehead and got out of bed to open the curtains.

I gasped at the sight. The whole city was covered in a fresh blanket of white snow.

I got out of bed and stood in front of him.

"It's so beautiful." I said.

"I know" he said "it's my favorite time of year."

"Mine too."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a warm hug.

"I got something for you." he said.

"You really didn't have to."

I always felt guilty when Timothée got me things, for any reason.

"I have it right here."

I felt him reach into his front pocket and pull out his hand.

"Look up."

I looked up and saw him dangling a piece of mistletoe over our heads.

"Really?" I said turning around.

He nodded and pursed his lips.

I giggled and got on my tippy-toes to give him a kiss.