timothée chalamet imagines

cravings

timothée's pov

"What are you doing?" I yawned.

Y/n was sitting at the table, food spread out all over it while the fridge was still open.

"I'm so hungry."

I looked at the stove, 3:40 a.m.

"Hungry? Right now?" I asked standing next to her.

"Yeah."

I closed the fridge and stood behind her

"What is all of this?"

I looked around the table. There was chocolate, pickles, potato chips, some ice cream, different fruits, ham, cookies, peanut butter, other things.

"Cravings." she said.

I scrunched my brows. What the hell.

She reached for a potato chip and put a pickle on it, then shoved it into her mouth.

"Ugh." I said.

"What?"

"That's gross."

"Excuse you, that's what" she pointed at her bump "your child wants."

I chuckled and put my hands on her bump.

"He's a strange boy already." I said.

"Just like you." she grinned.

I gave her a kiss and licked my lips after, making a disgusted face. I could taste the mix of the pickles and potato chips.

"Nasty right?"

"Yeah," I nodded "I need to go brush my teeth."

She nodded and continued eating as I left.

When I came back, I sat next to her.

"Is anything here good?"

"Definitely.." she grabbed the Oreos and jar of peanut butter "this."

She took an Oreo out and dipped it into the peanut butter, handing it to me.

I looked at it and took a bite.

"Damn," I said chewing "this is good."

"I know!" she said eating her own peanut butter covered Oreo.

We continued eating her weird cravings together at the table until we had enough and decided to go back up to bed.