timothée chalamet imagines

facemask

timothée's pov

"I don't like it." I said barely being able to open my mouth.

My face was so tight.

It's date-night. Y/n and I usually go out, but this time we decided to stay in for "self-care."

"Do you want blackheads?" she asked sitting next to me on the couch.

"Are they really that bad?"

She looked at me. "Yes."

I threw my head back "It HUUURTSSS!"

"Don't be such a baby."

"How do you do this every week?"

"Beauty is pain," she smiled "plus my skin cells are either dead or numb. I can't feel it anyway."

"Is it almost dry?" I asked.

Y/n tapped my nose and forehead.

"Completely dry now."

I got off the couch and went to the bathroom, she followed me.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I turned on the faucet.

"Washing it off."

She laughed.

"What?"

"You don't wash it off, Timmy."

"How the hell is it supposed to come off then?"

She raised her brow.

"I am not peeling this off."

"And you don't have to," she said sitting me on the toilet "because I'm going to do it for you."

"Is it going to hurt?" I asked.

"Unfortunately."

I closed my eyes as she started lifting up the edges of the piece on my forehead.

"Deep breaths." she said.

She started peeling it off slowly.

"Ow. Ow. OW! OW! OW! OW!"

"Don't scrunch your face!" she said "halfway done."

It felt like millions of needles were stabbing me across the forehead.

"Aaaand, done," she said peeling the last piece off "look!"

I opened my eyes and she was holding it up right to my face.

"Gross." I said looking away.

"I know." she laughed and tossed it in the trash. "Now, your nose."

"Please, I don't want to take it off. It hurts."

"Would holding my hand make you feel better?" she joked.

"Yes, actually." I grabbed her hand and closed my eyes.

"One..two..three." she counted down.

She started peeling it off from one side, not so bad. Then she made it halfway across my nose.

"Shit!" I squeezed her hand tightly.

"Don't break my hand! Oh my gosh."

I kept scrunching my face even though she told me not to.

"Just a bit more. I'll do it slow."

She lied and ripped the last corner off.

"AHA!"

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

"This is disgusting." she said examining the strip.

I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

"Let me see it," I said grabbing the strip "that was in my nose?"

"Yeah."

I threw it out and got up, putting y/n down on the toilet.

"My turn." I smiled.