timothée chalamet imagines

peach

your pov

I sat across Timothée on the couch. Eyeing him and scrunching my face every now and then.

He hadn't even noticed. He was too busy scrolling through his phone and eating a peach.

"What?" he asked mid chew.

"I'm uncomfortable."

"How so?" he asked looking at me.

"You're eating a peach."

"And?" he responded and took another bite.

I rolled my eyes and turned over to grab my book.

"How is it making you uncomfortable?" he said after a silence.

"You know why." I said.

"No, I don't. Why don't you explain it to me?"

What a tease.

"I don't know why you're asking me to do that when you already know the answer." I said flipping the page in my book.

"Come on, tell me." he said nudging my shoulder.

"If I tell you, will you shut up and not bring it up again?"

He nodded.

"Every time I see a peach, or see you eat a peach, all I can think about is that scene from Call Me By Your Name."

He laughed.

"Seriously?" he asked taking a final bite and getting up to throw out the pit.

"Yes, seriously."

He washed his hands and came back to the couch, scooting close to me.

"You're jealous aren't you?"

"Of what?"

"The peach."

I shut my book closed.

"I am not jealous of a peach, it's a peach for crying out loud."

"You definitely are." he kissed the top of my head and messed up my hair.

I knew I shouldn't have brought it up.

"Come on." he said yanking me off the couch.

"What are you doing?" I followed him to and up the stairs.

"Let's make you that peach." he winked.

The cringe.