Multi-Fandom Imagines

Timotheé Chalamet x Anxious!Reader

Summary: You go to an event with your boyfriend Timotheé and he helps your anxiety.

Warnings: Just mentions of anxiety

Author's Note: Sorry I didn't publish Sunday or Monday but I've been very stressed with classes and my mental health hasn'tbeen the greatest. I am considering changing my schedule to either double publish on Sunday or Wednesday or I write Monday's part on Sunday and then just publish it Monday. I would like to thank all of you for baring with me while I manage school and my mental health.

I fidget with the ring on my finger as the car drives closer to the venue. I feel the familiar butterflies starting to fill my chest and I quickly try to focus on something else before they can take hold.

I look over and see my boyfriend looking out his own window of the car and I don't want to say anything and ruin tonight.

I had been dating Timotheé for a while now and I had gone to events with him before but every time I still felt anxious. Timotheé was always attentive when I started feeling anxious and did his best to calm me.

The car comes to a stop and even through the tinted windows I can see the bright flashes of cameras. Timotheé gets out first before coming around and opening my door for me.

Once I step out, it takes me a minute for my eyes to adjust to all the bright lights. I feel Timotheé slip his hand into mine and I feel the knot in my chest loosen a little.

Throughout the night, Timotheé and I pose together for what feels like endless pictures. He always makes sure to keep me close to him or is touching me in some way so that my anxiety doesn't get too bad.

Once we're inside the venue and have taken our seats I feel my legs start to bounce. A nervous habit that I couldn't break. I feel Timotheé gently place his hand over my knee to stop the bouncing.

All through the event Timotheé let's me play with his fingers so that I have something to focus on other than my anxiety. By the time the event is over, I'm exhausted and just want to sleep.

When we arrive back at our shared apartment and I immediately take my heels off and throw them by the door. Timotheé and I make our way to our shared bedroom and I stake claim on the bathroom first.

I wash my face and remove all traces of makeup and take my hair down from its updo. I brush it out and let it flow down my back before walking into the bedroom.

Timotheé is already changed for bed as we pass each other to swap rooms. I change into a pair of sleep pants and shirt with one of Timotheé's hoodies on.

I crawl onto my side of the bed and curl up and it isn't long before I'm joined by Timotheé. Once he's settled I move myself closer to him and rest my head on his chest. He's scrolling through his phone and I see he's looking through the pictures and comments of us.

He kisses the top of my head as he says, "I'm proud of you. I know you don't like events like this but it means a lot to me that you still come with me." I hum in response and I curl myself closer to him.