Timothee chalamet sickfics

Cold

When Timothee comes down for breakfast. He doesn't look well. He's sniffling and his nose is runny. He's wrapped himself up in a blanket and looks like he hasn't slept in days. His nose is red too.

"Oh darling boy. No wonder you couldn't sleep last night." You say worriedly. Timothee nods

He coughs harshly. The cough productive and wet.

"Go lay down on the couch. I'll bring you breakfast." You tell him.

He smiles and shuffles to the living room couch.

You bring him breakfast and sit with him while he eats.

In between bites of pancakes and bacon. There's coughs and sneezes. You grab tissues each time he sneezes for him to blow his nose.

"Yuck." He says after a particularly snotty sneeze.

"Good job though the more gunk out of your nose the better." You say.

He nodded and went back to eating. Despite complaining he couldn't taste anything. He still ate his breakfast. Which was a good thing. After you throw away the tissues and wash your hands. You join him on the couch again. Where he immediately lays his head in your lap. You massage his scalp and he sighs softly.

"That feels good." He says voice sounding as bad as he looked.

"Good." You say with a smile. You kiss his forehead and massage his scalp and play with his hair. Timothee is relaxed while you do this and soon he's asleep.

You watch tv while he rests. He had been doing a ton of work for all his new movies and you knew it would caught up to him eventually despite him taking all precautions necessary to avoid getting sick.

The day before you had noticed him looking paler than usual and he had complained of a slight stuffy nose and sore throat. He had brushed it off. But you knew better besides once he realized he wasn't feeling good. He would become a big cuddler and extra clingy too. You didn't mind though.

Especially now as he slept on your lap. His heavy mouth breathing the only other noise in the room besides the low volume of the tv.

He manages sleep for a while until he's awoken by a sudden sneeze fit, sneezing into his pj sleeve. You grab a tissue and hand it to him which he takes and blows his nose.

"Nugh I feel so bad." He groans

"I know I'm sorry baby." You say as you run a hand through his curls. Then you get up to grab the trash can so he can toss out the tissues. Which he does as soon as you set it down.

"Can I get you anything? Water, orange juice? More tissue boxes?" You ask

"Oj please." He asks

You nod and fetch him a cold glass of orange juice which he quickly drinks.

"Do we have any chicken noodle soup?" He asks.

You nod

"I'll get it for you. You just rest." You kiss his head. He smiles and watches as you head to the kitchen to make him soup.

When you bring him a bowl of soup his nose is buried in another tissue. He's sneezing again.

"oh Timothée, pauvre chose." You say as you sit next to him.

He smiles weakly at your attempt at French.

He tosses the tissue into the trash before taking the warm bowl from you. He takes the spoon and slowly starts to eat it. You watch him smile and sigh with content.

"Good?" You ask.

"Oui merci." He says with a smile.

"bien je t'en prie." You reply. You start to play with his curls as he eats the soup.

You are grateful he's up for eating. Normally with a cold or anytime he has a stuffy nose.

Timothee will refuse to eat anything as he says. "I can't taste anything."

Of course you make him eat something anyway. But he'll complain. Thankfully he seems hungry and he'll need the strength to help him recover.

He eats the whole bowl and licks his chops when he's done.

"Good boy." You kiss his red nose and take the bowl from him to put it in the sink to be dealt with later. Then rejoin Tim on the couch. He immediately curls up in your lap while you wrap blankets around him and then wrap one around you.

"Now what movie to watch?"

Timothee shrugs

"How about Wonka?"

"Babe we've watched it like a 100 times." He whined.

"Hey you need rest so if you fall asleep that's ok with me."

He giggles and coughs harshly into his sleeve.

You play with his hair

"Look if you stay awake for the first twenty minutes I'll turn it off but if you fall asleep you don't have to watch it with me deal?"

He laughs at the strange arrangement but accepts. He's yawning at the intro song almost immediately. The feeling of your hands massaging his curls slowly lulls him to sleep. He's asleep by the time "You've never had chocolate like this." plays

You giggle as you watch him sleep on your lap. You watch the rest of the movie while Tim snores.

After a few days he's feeling much better.