timothée chalamet imagines

painting

timothée's pov

"How does it look?" I asked putting the roller down.

Y/n turned around to look at the wall.

"Hmm.." she put her hands on her hips "I don't really like the color anymore."

"Are you serious?" I asked angrily.

It took me 3 hours to finish a single living room wall.

"No," she laughed "take a joke my gosh."

She turned around and finished painting the edges of her wall with a paintbrush.

I grabbed the roller from the tray and painted her back, and all the way to her calves.

"Take that joke instead."

"You're so dead!" she yelled.

I started running around the living room as she chased me with the brush.

She caught up to me, basically tackling me to the ground. She brushed me with the paintbrush all over the place.

"I give up! I give up!" I threw my arms up.

She got off of me and put the brush down.

"You owe me new clothes." she laughed.

I did a 360° spin. "So do you."

"I think we did good." she said looking at the walls again.

"Me too." I pulled her close to me by the waist and kissed her forehead.