timothée chalamet imagines

sugar daddy

timothée's pov

"Ready?" I asked y/n as I took my keys off of the hook by the front door.

"Yeah." she slipped on her shoes.

I opened the door and we walked out, getting it to the car. She started playing some music.

Our twenty minute ride was full of laughter and terrible singing with the windows down all the way. And I still loved it.

I parked and we got out of the car, heading into the 7-eleven. We raced to the back after greeting the cashier.

"What flavor are you getting?" she asked, handing me the biggest sized cup.

"Cherry." I smiled and grabbed the handle.

"Cherry?"

"You know it's my favorite."

"That's so basic."

"Basic? Says the one getting blue raspberry!"

She filled her cup all the way and turned her head to me after snapping on the lid. "It's the best flavor."

"That's where you're wrong." I said, grabbing a lid for my own cup.

"Who else eats cherry-flavored things besides old people?"

"Me." I laughed.

"I didn't realize I was dating an old man."

I hunched over. "Be a dear and grab me some napkins and a straw please." my voice hoarse.

"You're so dumb." she laughed and grabbed them, handing them to me.

"Thank you darling."

I stood up straight again and we walked back to the cashier, grabbing random snacks along the way. I paid and we got back in the car.

"Come to think of it, I feel like I'm actually dating an old man." she said.

"How am I like an old man?" I reversed out of the parking spot.

"Well," she sipped her slushee "you sleep all day, eat cherry-flavored things, can't live without coffee, love old movies and reading."

"Oh shit. Maybe I am old."

She laughed and began to mumble something to herself. "What did you say?" I asked as we stopped at a red light.

"Nothing." she blushed.

"Come on."

"You're like an old man-"

"We've established that already."

We both laughed. "But better." she said.

"How so?" I asked and picked up my drink.

"You're like a sugar daddy."

I almost spit out my slushee. "A what?!"

"A sugar daddy." she laughed loudly.

"How am I a like a sugar daddy?"

She lifted up the bag of snacks. "Who just paid for all of this because I simply mentioned wanting it at 12:00 a.m on a Wednesday?"

"Me."

"And who didn't even bother asking if I could pay instead? And if you did, who would insist on doing it anyway just to spoil me?"

"Me." I sighed.

"My point exactly," she said opening up a bag of chips and popped one into her mouth "here."

She popped a chip into my mouth, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too, sugar daddy."
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What's your favorite slushee flavor? Mine is blue raspberry! 🥤🫐