timothée chalamet imagines

the met

timothée's pov

I shook my head, taking in a short breath.

"You're going to do great." y/n says, making me jump.

I turn to her, seeing her lean her body against the door frame, with a smile on her face.

I walk over to her, opening up my arms. She walks into them. Now, we're holding onto each other tight.

"Relax." y/n whispers, rubbing my back with her hand up and down.

I slow down my breathing and try to make my body go limp from all the tension.

She lets me go, cupping my face in her hands.

I smile at her and she does the same. "There's no need to be nervous."

"You know I always get nervous." I sigh.

She shakes her head. "You'll be fine, you won't be the only person hosting. It'll be fun, it's good for you, babe."

I take her right hand off my face and press kisses to it, smelling the scents of body wash, lotion and perfume that linger on her skin.

My kisses make her giggle and she leans in to press one on my lips.

She wraps her arms around me again, resting her head on my chest. The beating of my heart slows.

"I wish you were coming with me." I rock us back and for a bit.

"Me too."

"You can still come," I tell her "I can get some people to make you over at the hotel with me."

She laughs. "You know Mets aren't my thing."

"When will they be your thing?"

"Never," she says "probably never."

I embrace her tightly. "What am I going to do without you there? I need you around me all the time to feel fine and normal, to feel like me."

"You'll do things the same way you did them when you hadn't even met me yet." she jokes.

I shake my head. "Can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because now I can't live without you, I won't."

She sighs. "Timothée-"

"I need you, y/n."

She lets me go, looking up at me. "You'll always have me," she says "but we've been apart before, why is this any different?"

"Because it's the Met y/n. I'm a co-chair, not just a walker on the carpet. There's going to be even more cameras on me, more people around me, I'll...have to talk."

"And you don't do well with talking."

"Exactly." I nod.

She rubs my arms up and down in another attempt to help me relax. "You'll be fine."

"Don't jinx it."

"When have I ever jinxed you?" she laughs.

I shake my head. "Never."

"Never have, never will." she smiles.

"Thank you." I tell her, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Get going, you're already late."

"I'll miss you." I hug her.

"I'll miss you too."

We let go, sharing another kiss. I walk out of the room and head downstairs.

"Timothée!" y/n yells, I turn around and see her standing at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I smile. "I love you too."

She comes running down the stairs, jumping into my arms once again. It feels like we won't be seeing each other for years when it's just going to be for a matter of hours.

We kiss again and she opens up the door for me, I walk down the driveway to the car.

"Timothée?" she yells again while standing in the doorway.

"Yes?" I turn around, again. Now this woman won't let me leave.

"Get me some autographs?" she laughs.