timothée chalamet imagines

airport

your pov

I stood at the bottom of the escalator with my "welcome home" basket for Timothée.

He's coming home today from three months of filming in France.

His plane landed 20 minutes ago. I'm looking and waiting to see him step up to the top.

Finally, I see a tall-skinny-curly headed man at the top with two suitcases.

I can't believe I'm going to be able to hug him after being apart for months in a matter of seconds.

He sees me and smiles. There's a man in front of him going down the escalator.

I can see him getting impatient, I am too.

He taps the man and says something to him. The man nods and moves his suitcases to the side.

Timothée comes running down the escalators with his suitcases in his hand, almost dropping them.

He finally makes it to the floor when I drop the basket and run up to him.

I practically pounce on him. Jumping up on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he gives me the most embracing hug and spins me around.

"I missed you so much." he muffles into my neck.

I kiss him passionately.

"You don't understand how much I missed your lips." he smiled.

I laugh. "I can't believe you're finally back."

"I know," he says putting me down "I don't think I'll ever be able to be this far away from you for this long, ever again."

"Then I'll just have to go with you next time."

"I'll go anywhere with you." he smiles.

"Let's get home." I say grabbing the basket.

He grabs his suitcases with one hand and puts the other around my waist and kisses my head.

"You're my home no matter where I go."