timothee chalamet imagines

sickness

It had been an awful night and the morning felt even worse. My head is pounding and my stomach feels as if it could implode at any second. I was getting up to take some pain killers when my phone buzzed.
Timmy is calling
"Hey" I say
"Hey babe, you okay?" He questions me and I groan "Not quite, I feel like literal shit"
"I'll be there in 15 minutes" he says
"No, Timothee I'm not letting you take care of me. It's gonna get you sick" I tell him.
"I don't care, I'm coming." He says nonchalantly.
"Timothee, N-" I sigh as he hangs up on me.
I grab some Advil and head back to bed.
I'm awoken from my very short lived nap when I hear my front door opening. I was sure that I was gonna go down there and tell Timmy to leave because I don't want him to get sick. But as soon as my feet hit the floor, well let's just say the universe had other plans. I ran into the bathroom and bent over the toilet and started praying to the porcelain gods.
(A/N: I thought that was a great way to say throw up yikes)
Timothee ran up the stairs and comes into the bathroom. He grabs a ponytail holder off of my counter and pulls my hair into a ponytail. Comfortingly rubbing my back and shoulders he stays silent beside me.
Once I was done puking, I leaned back looked at Timmy.
"I bet you regret coming and having to see me like this" I laugh and he just shakes his head.
"I want to be here to help you feel better. Hop in the shower and get cleaned off. I'll have some soup ready when you get out" He says while taking my hand helping stand.
"Okay" I nod and he walks out quietly closing the door behind him.
             After I'm out of the shower, I dry off and put on some flannel pajama pants and one of Timmy's T-shirt's that he left at my house. Walking down stair I hear a whistle
"Here comes the beautiful Y/N, sporting some flannel pants and, wait is that my shirt?" He asks
"Indeed it is" I reply and he walks up to me pulling me into a hug
"It looks better on you than me. Not fair!" He says and I shake my head no and laugh. We pull out of the hug and he goes in for a kiss, I duck him and start heading to the food he made.
"What no kiss?" He offended
"I'm not getting you sick" I say as I grab some soup and a bowl. Sitting down while Timmy graveled at the fact I didn't kiss him.
               When he was done complaining and we had both finished our soup, I was ready to go to bed.
"I want to head up to bed, care to join" I get up and put our stuff in the sink.
"I'd love to" He reply's and we walk up to my bedroom. Jumping on the bed he pats the space next to him and I lay down. He wraps his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.
"You're gonna get sick" I mumble as he rubs my back
"I'll be fine, get some rest" He says and I close my eyes. His heartbeat calming me.
Just as I'm falling asleep I hear him whisper
"I love you" and I snuggle more into his chest and let sleep take over me.

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Y'all I'm actually sick so RIP me oof
-Bay