Timothée Chalamet Imagines

feel better soon

Hi everyone, here's a sappy update for you since it's 1:00 am and I'm bored

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Timothée had been feeling under the weather for a couple days. You suspected he had caught a cold when he was around the cast from his last film. Taking on the mission that was caring for him, you returned from the store with plenty of tissues and medicine, including some groceries like his favorite canned soup to cheer him up.

He was lounging on the couch wearing your favorite black turtleneck of his gazing out the window and sniffling softly.

"Hi Timmy," you smile and walk over to him after setting his groceries on the counter. "How are you feeling?"

"Miserable," he replied with a pout.

You make a sad face and push a loose strand of hair out of his face knowing it was probably bothering him even though it looks sexy to you. You get up to fetch him a tissue as you see the glistening trail of snot forming just below hid nostril. Cute.

"Do you want me to put on some soup?" You call from the kitchen.

"Yes please."

After a few minutes two bowls of hot tomato basil soup are ready and you place them on the coffee table and climb under the blanket with him. He sits up and you cuddle into his side, pecking him on the cheek.

"I don't want you to get sick from me," he warns, scooting away slowly. With a disappointed whine you reattach yourself to him.

"I don't care."

He looks irresistible even when he's sick. His drowsy state makes him look more appealing and breathing through his mouth makes his lips look puffier when they're jutted out so. You trace his bottom lip slowly and pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back for a minute until pulling back.

"Sorry, can't breathe," he laughs before bringing his lips back to your's. You rap your arms around his neck absentmindedly playing with his hair and letting your lips collide in a sloppy kiss.

"Soups...gonnna...get...cold mm," he says in between wet smooches.

You pull back and giggle, handing him his bowl and spoon from the table and turning on the gas fireplace in front of you both. You pat his leg as he begins to eat.

After you both finish Timothée thanks you with a soft kiss to your temple as you get up to wash the dishes. He gived your butt a tap as you walk past.

"Not too sick to be a little perv huh?" You snort.

He bites the inside of his cheek and you shake your head. You hope with your help he gets better soon so you both can get back to it.

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Bleh I never know how to end these things. See ya in the next crappy chappy.