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a/n: this is an adaptation of one of my joshua bassett imagines😘😘
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"i really don't wanna get up right now," whines timothée.
"you have to, now get off of me," you say, jokingly pushing your way out of timothée's arms around you.
you and timothée had been dating for a little under a year now, and during that year, he got casted as paul atreides in the new sci-fi movie dune. you were beyond proud of him, since you knew how hard he had worked to land that role.
last night, you guys had a super fun and cheesy-couple sleepover, but timothée has to go on set this morning.
"you have no idea how much i don't wanna go to set today," he whines again, this time shoving his face into his pillow making you giggle a little bit.
"c'mon tim, this is your job," you reply, even though all you really wanted to do was to cuddle up next to him again and sleep till noon. he hesitates before lifting his face out of the pillow.
"i guess you're right, as always," sighs timmy, with a small grin.
he sits up and stretches his arms straight up towards the ceiling and you can't help but admire him. he catches you staring at him and throws you a fake dirty look.
"were you just checking me out?" he sneers. you laugh and let yourself fall onto the bed while timothée pretends to be offended.
"maybe," you retort. he laughs and grabs your waist, starting to tickle you. you start to laugh uncontrollably, trying to tell him to stop.
"i'm not gonna stop until you say you're sorry."
"sorry for what?!" you try to say through laughs.
"sorry for looking at me," he says, mockingly. he starts to slowly stop so you can actually breathe.
"oh c'mon, you know you liked it," you say while sitting up and fixing your hair.
"yeah whatever, i did kinda like it. i'm not gonna lie," he says, pulling you from behind into his lap. you fall back on him and remind him one more time that he has to get ready.
"you need to be on set by 7:00, and it's 6:15," you say, in a rushy manner.
"oh shit, i need to shower," he says while stretching once more, and finally squeezing out of bed. he gets his phone from his nightstand and his speaker from his bureau and hops into the shower. you wait on his bed watching netflix till he gets out. "hey y/n!" he shouts from the bathroom.
"yeah!" you reply.
"can you get me the towels on top of my desk chair!"he shouts again. he almost always forgets to hang up his towels.
"yeah sure." you get the towels of the chair and walk over to his bathroom with the door cracked open. "here you go." his hand slips out of the crack and grabs the towels. his head pops out of the crack too.
"thank you!" he says with a goofy smile. timothée knows that his dark brown wet curls are your weakness when it comes to his hair.
sometimes you think he purposely forgets his towels in his room just so you'll be able to see his hair. that's just one of the reasons why you think he's so cute. you walk back to his bed and keep watching netflix.
a few minutes later, timothée walks out of the bathroom with his hair super fluffy and a towel wrapped around his waist.
"what are you gonna wear on set?" you ask, noticing the clothes sprawled out on his floor. "you probably need to clean your room a bit too," you add.
"i know, i know. i have a system; whatever is on the floor, is the dirty laundry," he jokes, as he pulls out a black hoodie and grey nike sweats from his drawers. his little joke made you laugh.
"i'm just gonna wear something comfy, because we're filming multiple scenes today so i just need something that's easy for costume changes."
he goes on more about what he's doing on set that day while he changes. you love it when he talks passionately about something, even if it's just his agenda for the day.
"wow, sounds like a pretty busy day today," you say, now knowing why he didn't wanna get up half an hour ago.
"yeah, but it's 100% worth it," he smiles. "it's a ton of fun hanging out with zendaya & jason & oscar & everyone else so that's half of what makes it bearable. and of course, at the end of the day when i get to see you," he adds. you blush a little bit at the mention of you.
"aww, just about made my day," you say with heart eyes. he smiles back at you and winks, making you go crazy inside. timothée finishes getting ready and walks around to his door get his shoes.
"you ready?" he asks.
"yep!" you reply, slipping your white air forces on before you grab your keys and head out the door.
whenever you sleepover at timothée's, you always give him a ride to set in the morning so you can pick him up and maybe hangout later. it's a really good system. it's pretty fun for you when you drive him because you can say hi to the rest of cast when you drop him off.
you shut the door behind you and lock it while timmy waits for you to catch up. when you do, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. you make your way towards the apartment parking lot, and get into your car.
"do you wanna aux?" you ask.
"nah you aux, you play better car songs," he insisted.
"i would have to agree with you on that one," you chuckle.
you plug your phone into the car and play sky might fall by kid cudi. you both love cudi and know almost every lyric to every song in man on the the moon and kids see ghosts. you guys listened to them non-stop over the summer.
you guys practically screamed the lyrics on your way to set. this was a little alarming to the cars next to you guys at 6:50 am on a tuesday. you guys didn't care and were simply getting energized for the day.
once the short commute was over, you and timothée kissed each other goodbye.
"miss you already, y/n," he says, walking out of the car.
"miss you more," you gush.
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i have some good ideas that i'm excited to write for you guys hehe, stay tuned😌
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