timothée chalamet imagines

roof

your pov

"Come on." Timothée held out his hand.

I grabbed onto it tightly and climbed out of my bedroom window.

"I swear to God if I fa-"

"You're fine."

I grabbed onto his arms and we carefully sat down on the rough layers of my roof.

"Well what if my parents hear u-"

He cut me off with a kiss. "Shut up." was all he whispered.

I rolled my eyes and watched him dig deep into his left-front pocket.

The only light visible was the one down my street: a flickering lamppost that could go out any second. Then a sudden second, a flame.

The moonlight was doing it's justice too, or at least it was trying to.

Timothée's free hand slid into his coat pocket now and he pulled out a single blunt.

He put it in his mouth, cupping his hand around it as he lit it.

"Watch." he said through gritted teeth and took in a big inhale.

He blew out a large cloud of smoke, it quickly disappearing into the crisp fall air.

"Your turn." he took the blunt out of his mouth and plastered a shit-eating grin.

I took it front him, holding it with a weird pinch until his hands came near it again.

"Like," he moved the positions of my fingers correctly "this."

I looked down at the blunt and moved it up to my lips, the end pressing on them. My eyes glanced to him and he gave me a slow nod.

"Small inhale," he reminded "nice and easy."

Here we are. Or here I am at least. One of the last high schoolers to smoke weed, getting lessons from my boyfriend at 1:00 A.M, sitting on my roof. Very romantic.

My mouth opened hesitantly. I put the blunt in, taking what I intended to be a small inhale.

But turned out to be the opposite.

"Fuck." I pulled it from my mouth, coughing dramatically as the smoke came out.

Timothée laughed loudly before covering his mouth up with the sleeve of his jacket.

There's no way we could get caught sitting on my roof at this time of night. Nonetheless get caught smoking weed either. We'd both be dead.

"My turn." he daintily grabbed the blunt and took a big inhale, blowing the smoke out effortlessly once again.

My throat was on fire, my nose hurt. My eyes watered with the flowing smoke around us.

"Want to try again?" he turned to me.

I shook my head. "No."

He raised his eyebrows, giving me that 'come on' look as he sat closer to me.

I snatched the blunt from him, taking in another inhale perfectly this time, blowing out the smoke effortlessly.

Just like he does.

"That's my girl." he smiled and kissed me.
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I'm back lmaoo. I didn't know what to post, but I just wanted to write something to let you all know that I didn't abandon this book 💀

I'm not sure why this type of imagine came into my mind? I've never smoked lol. I hope you liked this one just a bit though!!

btw, this title is kind of eh. let me know if you have a better one :)