Timothée Chalamet x Reader
reader takes a sick day, and her boyfriend timmy comes to the rescue
You woke up from a nightmare. In the nightmare, you were unable to breathe. You were underwater, just barely below the surface. You could see the sun above you but couldn’t reach it. You couldn’t break the surface and get air. You were thrashing but it felt like you weren’t moving at all. Only when you shot up in bed, gasping for air, did you realize that it was only a dream. A nightmare is what it was. When you attempted to breathe in through your nose and felt no air enter your lungs, you immediately knew why the nightmare had occurred.
You felt awful. Your head was pounding, your nose was stopped up, your throat ached with every breath. You hadn’t felt well the night before, you knew it was coming, but you were hoping it wouldn’t catch up to you. You were sick.
Pushing yourself out of your bed, you took your blankets with you as you waddled over to your phone. You pulled it off its charger and quickly texted your boss, letting her know you wouldn’t be coming in today. You then texted your boyfriend, letting him know you’d have to take a rain check on lunch today. You didn’t want to expose him to your germs and get him sick.
You took it slow, taking your time in a hot bath and then you made yourself some soup. The hot soup stung your throat when it went down, but you could tell it was already making you feel a little better. You were hoping to be completely better by tomorrow, as you had an important meeting at work.
Halfway through a marathon of your favorite show, you heard a knock at your front door. Assuming it was the mailman, you shoved yourself from your pile of blankets on your couch and shuffled to the door. You opened it up, and rather than being met with the mailman, you were met with a blur of a boy flying by you and into your living room.
“I didn’t know what type of sick you were, so I came prepared for everything.” He said, not taking a breath. He dumped a bag from CVS onto your coffee table. Medicines, cough drops, your favorite candy, compresses, everything you could imagine went everywhere. Did you buy the whole damn store?
“I got cough drops, nose spray, sinus medicine, Tylenol, Advil—I didn’t know which you prefer. I also grabbed some ice packs and heating pads. I even got one of those weird teapot things you stick up your nose and apparently it gets rid of sickness somehow.” He wouldn’t take a breath. He was rambling. His hands flew wildly through his hair as he spoke, something he did whenever he was worried.
“I also grabbed tampons. I didn’t know if that was part of the problem or not. I don’t really know anything about that stuff, I didn’t know what size to get. It would really help if there was some type of conversion chart, you know? Like the size of—well, little Timmy—versus the size of-“
“Timmothée Hal!” You shrieked, red in the face. You finally seemed to grab his attention.
“What?” He asked. He looked at you with innocent green eyes. He was truly the cutest.
“That’s-“ You took a moment to compose yourself. “First of all, that’s not how it works. Second of all, what are you doing here with all this stuff?”
“You’re sick.” He stated. His bottom lip poked out in a pout.
“It’s just a little sniffle.” You retorted. “And I told you not to be around me because I don’t want to get you sick.”
“I couldn’t just let you stay at home alone, mon amour.” He defended. “I’m as strong as an ox. I won’t get sick. Besides, you’re my girl. I’m supposed to take care of you.”
You melted to his words, a blush on your cheeks. Your features softened and your shoulders hung in defeat. He was the greatest. You are so perfect, marry me right now. Take care of me forever.
“Fine.” You said with a huff. “But you really didn’t have to bring all of this stuff. I already have medicine I’m taking. And I just drank some cough syrup.”
“Well, now you have extras.” He said, a cheeky grin appearing on his features. He walked over to you and slung his lanky arms around your waist. He pulled you close and his lips went toward yours, but your hand covered your own mouth in protest.
“No, uh-uh.” You mumbled against your own hand before you shoved him away. “No kissing the sick girl. I am not going to get you sick.” This earned a whine from him.
“I’m not going to get sick.” He said with a huff. “How am I supposed to take care of you and not kiss you?”
“You should’ve thought of that before you showed up.” You said with a giggle.
The night went easily, when you weren’t having to fight off your boyfriend that kept trying to kiss you, that is. Your boy struggled with keeping his hands off you above all else. He was wonderful to you, as he always was. He made sure you ate well, took your medicine on time, and were comfortable all afternoon. You finally gave in late that night and let him cuddle you, but you still didn’t let him kiss you.
The next morning you awoke on the couch, feeling much better than the day before. You opened your eyes to find yourself tangled up with your Timmy, who was still asleep. You took the opportunity to admire him while he slept. One, two, three, you busied yourself with counting his freckles.
“Hnnngh..” Your boy mumbled as he slowly rose from his slumber. “I feel like ass.”
“Probably because you kept getting close to me and touching me when I told you not to.” You giggled.
“It’s not funny.” He said and finally opened his eyes. He pouted at you.
“Aw, poor baby.” You cooed, caressing his face. “What’s the matter with my sweet love?”
“I think I’m going through withdrawals.” He said. “I didn’t get to kiss you at all yesterday!”
“Are you faking being sick because I wouldn’t let you kiss me yesterday?”
“No. I’m faking being sick because I really, really don’t want to leave.”
“Then don’t leave.” You said, giggling at just how pouty your boy was being.
“As long as you don’t leave either.” He said, pulling you to lie on top of him. Before you could respond, his lips had captured yours. You kissed him for a short time before you leaned back.
“Careful, I don’t want to catch whatever sickness is making you so pouty.”
“Oh, shut up.” He giggled.
Soon enough his lips were on yours again.
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❄ LADvent day 8 ❄ Timothée Chalamet
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Timothee Chalamet circa October 2019 (edited). Photographed by Collier Schorr for Entertainment weekly
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a playlist inspired by 'call me by your name' with some of the best song from 1982/3
What a day.... Would we head towards the end of the nightmare? I hope so! He still has so much to settle : - validation of the DA, but explaining that Armie is innocent and not that the evidence is insufficient, - silence decerebrates who say they experience post-traumatic stress after dating Armie, - have a frank conversation with E, about the statements she made earlier this year when the case spread to the media: she did not leave him the benefit of the doubt and said she was horrified (beautiful proof of confidence after 13 years of love...). - regain his honor and career, who is one of the greatest actors of his generation. And finally... let's have a thought for Timmy: whatever their relationship today, he must be happy for Armie. I hope they talked to each other, and that at the moment, they are meeting to find themselves alone in the world, before starting a new life together.
Hahaha awwwww, amazing - Timmy would approve 😀😍 "Can we discuss, please, this photoshoot from St. Petersburg's bakery for their new peachy buns?" 🍑😋
How would Timothée fit in the world of Peter Parker?
Z: People want him to be Harry Osborn.
T: He’d be a good Harry Osborn.
Z: I don’t know who he would be. He’d be a good friend of Spider-Man or a foe of Spider-Man. Who knows?
T: I think it would be good if he was a friend of Spider-Man then he turns bad. He’d be a good villain.
Z: I think so too. Which is funny because he’s so nice.
T: Such a nice bloke, yeah. He would start out as a gang member then we would have to kick him out the gang.
J: He’d turn evil because we kicked him out the friend group.
T: Maybe he comes for MJ and I’m like ‘Whoa Harry. You better watch where you’re moving around my girl, bro.’
Z: That’s his origin story. Getting kicked out the group text.
feminism aside, timothée chalamet can like, ultraviolence me
I know you are pregnant.
by. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙮, 𝙍𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙂.
𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓿𝓮.
(text by Olivia Rodrigo’s All I want_&_ LittlewomenPhoto By VOX)
after denis does dune part two and dune messiah, we’re gonna need a high budget visually beautiful and narratively strong dune tv show ala the mandalorian