timothèe chalamet imagines

flowers and tears (repost)

for some reason this got deleted so here's the repost for it. thank god for drafts 🙏

quinn had knocked over a vase and managed to eat the flowers on top of fridge that lu had specifically put up there so she couldn't get to it. by the time she had realized that quinn needed a refill on food, there was glass on the floor along with little bits of flowers.
....

there were days where timothèe came home in a not so stellar mood. those were the days lu let him have his space, tried not to bore him with the minuscule details of her day. the last thing she wanted to do was make his mood sour even more.

today was one of those days. seems everyone's having a bad day.

lu didn't know why he was mad or upset and she didn't really have a chance to ask him because as
soon as she heard the apartment door open and close, she saw timmy go to the bedroom out of the corner of her eye, and after that another door shutting.

not even a hello

when the shower turns on in the apartment there's this annoying ringing sound that is very faint. lu guesses it's the hot water hitting the pipes but she's not a plumber or anything like that so she doesn't really know.

but that noise drives her insane.

everytime timmy takes a shower she tries to distract herself with something, anything, to do. vacuuming, dishes, folding clothes, even changing quinn's litter box, she doesn't care, she just can't stand that noise.

lu shut her book, giving up on the idea of reading. there's no way she could concentrate.

she thought about joining timmy, but thought about how when she came home mad, she might not want someone invading her shower. even though that was not true, because when lu is mad or upset or has had a bad day, all she wants is timmy. wants cuddles, and kisses and to talk about his day. wants dinner with timmy and laughs and ... other things.

timmys quite the opposite though. just wants to be left alone.

unfortunately for lu she had to find that out the hard way.
....

the first time timmy ever snapped at her, she cried. she cried because she had never seen him raise his voice unless he was acting.

this time though he was definitely not acting.

they had just gotten home from dinner. lu had had a really good day that day. she had gotten a call back about an audition and was super excited. they decided to go out to dinner to celebrate.

timmy seemed fine at first, wasn't as elated as she was, but he let her talk her way through dinner. let her go on and on and on and on.

lu didn't realize she was being annoying, she was too excited. what she didn't know (because she can't read minds) was that timmy had an awful headache.

lu didn't realize she was being annoying until they got in the apartment where she was still going on about the role.

"i'm just so grateful to be-"

"oh my god lu, please just give me thirty minutes of silence for the love of god!"

that shut her up immediately.

lu doesn't know how long she cried in the bedroom alone. but she does know that timmy got his thirty minutes of silence.

it's not that she was crying because he told her to shut up (because she definitely needed to shut up)

she was upset at the fact that timmy never tried to switch the subject, just let her go on and on. never tried to tell her in a polite way that he wanted her to be quiet. and never fucking said he had a headache. because if he did tell her that, lu would have ended things a lot quicker. would have not talked as much. would've paid the bill sooner instead of sitting there for 45 minutes after finishing the meal, would've offered him some god damn ibuprofen that she had in her purse.

but he never did, how was she supposed to know?.

the rest of the night was filled with more tears, then lots of "i'm sorry's", a few excuses but valid ones at that. lots of cuddles and kisses and more sorry's and
some...

well let's just say timmy didn't have a headache by the end of the night.
....

lu sighed in relief as the annoying ringing finally stopped, signaling to her that timmy was out of the shower. she waited a few minutes before going in.

she found him in the bathroom applying deodorant, an old tee shirt and some pajama pants hung from his body.

"hi" she said carefully hoping to gage his mood

"hi love" he put the lid back on the stick and put it back in the counter

love is a good sign..

"you okay?"

before lu could register anything else, she felt timmy's arms snake around her and his head buried into the crook of her neck.

they stood there for a few seconds before she heard...

a croak? no a sob. was he crying?

"hey hey, what's wrong?" her worried
mother voice came through by default now.

he didn't really answer, just cried a little harder. he picked his head up and lu took her chance to put both of her hands on each side of his face, wiping his tears lightly.

instead of standing the bathroom, lu thought it best to slowly walk him to the bed. by the time they made it on, timmy had wiped his own tears and was lightly sniffling.

timmy's default cuddle position was to put his head on her chest. he told her once after sex that he liked his hair played with. so lu has made it a habit to have her hand connected to his curls as much as possible (only in appropriate setting of course)

a small sigh escaped his lips as lu twirled his hair around her finger.

"just a bad day i guess" he said just above a whisper. lu did her best to lean down and kiss his head.

"you wanna talk about it?"

"not really"

lu grabbed his hand and squeezed it a couple times. timmy shifted around for a second before settling with the side of his face right on her boobs.

the bed dipped the tinniest amount as quinn jumped up, greeting timmy by rubbing her body up his arm.

"is that a flower petal in her mouth?" he said picking it out and holding it up

"that damn cat"