timothée chalamet imagines

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"Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask my five year old niece, who I'm babysitting.

"Yes!" her face lights up.

We make our way to the living room and sit on the couch. "What movie do you want to watch?"

"The Little Mermaid." she says excited.

"Okay." I say and look for it.

The movie starts to play and Timothée comes home about halfway through it.

"Y/n?" he calls out my name.

"Living room!" I yell, concentrated on the movie.

He walks in, acting surprised that y/n/n is here with me. "Who is this?" he asks.

"Uncle!" she yells and gets off the couch, jumping into his arms as he hugs her tightly.

"What are you two doing?" he smiles and sets her back down.

"Watching The Little Mermaid!" y/n/n says "will you watch it with us?"

"Sure," he nods "but let me go change and I'll be right back, okay?" My heart melts at their simple conversation.

"Okay." my niece says giddily and sits next to me again on the couch.

I cover her up with a blanket and she snuggles into the pillows as we wait for Timothée.

He comes back, dressed in blue-plaid pajama pants and a black tank top. He walks over to the TV stand to touch or fix I don't know what.

"Uncle Tim?" y/n/n calls him.

"Yes?" he turns around, coming over to sit with us on the couch.

"Why do you have scratches on your back?"

His face goes red as I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh. "Oh.." he tugs at his hair "it was a cat, I got scratched by a cat."

"But you don't have a cat."

"It was my friend's cat." he replies.

"Cats don't like you."

"They don't." he laughs and I play the movie.

"I didn't know they'd look that bad." I whisper to him as y/n/n pays no attention to us.

"Really?" he raises his brow "because you were clawing at me like your life depended on it last night."

"I was not." I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Were too," he smiles "I have the evidence to prove it."

"The bruises on my hips say a little bit about yourself too, don't you think?"

"Bruises?"

I lift my shirt up slightly, displaying the five lines of bruises made by his fingers. He bites lip at me seductively. He looks down to y/n/n, who has already fallen asleep.

"I'll go put her to bed." I say getting up and scooping her into my arms.

Just as I walk away, Timothée slaps my butt, making me turn around.

"Hurry back so we can mark each other up some more." he winks.