timothée chalamet imagines

timothée's pov

I played with y/n's hair as she laid down in my lap.

"What about a mansion?" she suggested.

"You really want a mansion?"

"Yes..no. Maybe? It'll be a lot to clean."

I laughed.

"What do you think?"

I smiled at the thought of our future together.

"A big house, not a mansion though, on the country side of New York. It would have a big fenced yard where our kids can play and we can have a dog or two running around. A porch too so we can sit on it together when we're old and grey."

"That's a detailed future." she joked.

"Yeah," I kissed her head "I like it that way."

She turned around and hugged me tight, snuggling her face in my neck.

"Me too."