timothee chalamet imagines!

nightmares

timothee comforts the reader from their nightmare
warnings; mentions of abuse
words; 449

you usually slept peacefully in the arms of your boyfriend but recently? not so much. the nightmares began when your both verbally and mentally abusive dad reached out to you.

during your time living with your parents, things were far from civilized and loving. to say the least, they were shitty parents that didn't deserve your time.

timothée knew of your 'relationship' with your parents and supported you no matter what. if you didn't want them around, he respected that. if you wanted them to meet him maybe sometime in the future - if they weren't so shitty then yes, he was do it and support you.

you hadn't expected to get an email from your father, explaining how much he missed you and how he was angry with you for not speaking to him for the past six years.

you had always told yourself that as soon as you were eighteen, you'd leave home and never come back. that was exactly what you did.

you, with shaky hands, scared of even the thought of him, deleted the email, deciding to forget about it. you hadn't even told timothée which was weird since you told him almost everything.

you were awoken by timothée, frantically shaking you, almost yelling your name. your face was wet and tear stained which was something you barely noticed, only focusing on the fact that your heart was beating fast and you could barely breathe.

"hey, hey, it's okay, i'm here." timothée practically cooed, pulling you into his chest. tears were still falling as loud sobs erupted from your mouth.

"i love you, i love you so much, mon amour.."

it took a few minutes but the warmth from timothée and the soothing sound of his voice was enough to calm you down. "i'm sorry, are you okay?" was the first thing you said when you could speak.

"i'm not okay if you're not okay. what happened, mon amour? i woke up to find you thrashing around and crying."

"nightmare. about my dad. he, uh, emailed me a few days ago and i don't know..i guess i'm just scared he's gonna come back and do everything over again."

before you knew it, you were crying yet again and timothée pulled you back into another comforting hug.

"he can't do anything to you ever again, okay? no one will hurt you as long as i'm here. you're okay, i promise you." he whispered, placing a couple of kisses onto your forehead.

you just nodded your head, trying to snuggle into him more.

"i love you." he muttered into your hair.

"i love you."