DATING TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET WOULD INCLUDE …
A/N: I loved writing every second of this wonderful idea. In my opinion, having a relationship with him is winning the lottery so… whoever date this beautiful boy… lucky bitch.
I picture this as: the greatest aesthetic couple of all time.
You could post those cute social media stories, having some lunch.
Books, paintings, sculptures. I just see Timothée really having some serious conversations with his partner about it. Even if he is not such a fan, he would try just to impress you.
He would read to you, with your head in his lap.
Talking French and Italian for you. Also teaching you, but failing in some cute way.
Looking at the stars. The thought about it is so romantic and special. Imagine this: in the middle of the night, surrounded by woods, a blanket covering you from the itchy grass, the smell of ground when it rains, hands merely touching and him saying a stupid fun fact about it just to make you laugh. I’m okay btw.
Letters describing his feelings towards you
Poems that steal you smiles
Polaroids and tons of movie tickets, since you both love cinema.
Touching his hair softly, letting those curls entangle in your fingers.
Watching him fall asleep in your chest, with his arms surrounding your silhouette. His face with a temple so peacefully, and the aroma of that perfume that drives you crazy.
I don’t think he’s up for pet names. Maybe he’d create a short nickname for your first name, but when he’d want something from you I could see him using the term “Sweetheart”.
You would be taking pictures of him out of guard. I imagine him, saying with a raspy voice at 7am “Are you taking me a picture?”
You see that gorgeous couple of Instagram in some fancy clothes and expensive restaurants? Well, I see two sides of you guys: Both could be one of those couples OR You could be eating a hot dog and admiring New York at night.
Low key in terms of PDA. I can give you one example: You are with some friends having a blasting time (I feel so old writing this like a grandma) and he carefully touches your hand or careless it, then he looks upon you, smiling.
I just imagine seeing you like those men that are so in love with their partner.
Him playing Trouble by Coldplay because you loved how well he plays it.
Oh, I have another one, when you are holding hands, he’d do the cute thumb rub thing.
Both traveling the world and taking those cheesy tourist photos.
Bother him about that scene of the peach.
You are catching him staring at you.
Going to your favorite artist concert, and in your favorite song he’d approach closer to you, his body pressed against you, hugging you from behind and beginning to hum the song into your ear.
Yeah, I loved torturing my mind, sue me.
