Timothée Chalamet Imagines

Drunk

Y/n is pregnant and a lot of rumors about her and Timothée had been going around and Timothée knew about all of them.
We were at Cudi's house. Timmy was drinking a lot. Him drinking was normal, but he had never drank this much.
"Timmy man, I think you should rest on the alcohol. I mean Y/n's gonna have to drive you home. But man cmon, I've never seen you drink this much." Cudi said, trying to grab the bottle from his hand.
"Nooo, don't take it away from me I'll stop." Timmy slured.
"Timothée cmon man, you gotta stop." Cudi kept repeating, trying to rip the bottle out of his hand.
I had just got out of the bathroom and I saw.
Looking at Timothée struggle made me want to cry.
"Timothèe, baby stop it." I came over.
I got the bottle out of his hand. Cudi looked over at me, looking shocked.
"Man, how?" Cudi mumbled.
"Oh, there you are." Timothée slurred. Trying to make out with me.
"Timmy stop" I whispered.
"Look Cudi I'm so sorry, but imma have to get this boy home." I said, giving Cudi a hug.
"Awww, I don't wanna go!" Timmy whined.
"Nah it's alright Y/n. It's probably for the best. Aye, call me tomorrow so I can check up on the kid." He shouted as I got closer to the door.
"Will do!" I shouted back.
I got into the car and put Timmy in the passenger seat.
"Timothée, what has gotten into you?" I asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't know. It's just, the rumors going on. It's hard seeing what people are saying about you. I think about coming out about the pregnancy. I can't stand people saying that your 'gaining weight'. It's every article. But at the same time I don't want people to know. It's hard! I know I shouldn't even be worrying about this but I just can't. I hate seeing people being mean to you. I love you more than anything in the world. And it's all my fault."
I hated seeing him cry.
"Timothée, baby. Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. People can say what they want. It doesn't matter to me. As long as me, you, and our friends know. Nothing else matters. The press can say what they want to." I said, caressing his face.
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We got home and I laid him down on the bed.
"I'll make you some tea. Why don't you go and change." I said, kissing his forehead.
I went to the kitchen and made him some tea. I heard sobbing. I turned around to see timothée in just his boxers and his face stained with tears.
"I'm sorry Y/n, I truly am. I don't know why I treat you like this. You don't deserve me. I'm nothing but a worthless piece of shit." He sobbed.
"Baby stop saying that. You are one of the most careful and kind person I've ever met. Don't put yourself down like that. There are so many people in this world that love you so much, especially me. I love you so much. Baby, you mean the whole world to me." I said, wiping the tears off of his face.
"Thank you babe." He kissed me.
"Your welcome."
"Cmon go lay back down" I said.
He went to lay down and I laid down next to him. I had changed into a plain white cropped tank top, and some grey sweat shorts.
I had laid my head on his hot chest. He had started to close his eyes.
"Goodnight baby" he whispered.
"Goodnight" I said, kissing his cheek.
He smiled and hugged me tight.
We had a soft blanket laying on us. We both fell asleep quickly. I love him so much, I don't think I'll ever stop loving him.