Timothee chalamet sickfics

Storms and Bad Dreams

It was another night of you and Timothee curled up on the couch. Timothee had been struggling to sleep for the past few days and it was taking a toll on him. You held him close and kissed him. He sighed and rested his head on your shoulder.

It was storming outside the apartment and Timothee clung to you as you both sat listening to the loud storm. Timothee buried his head in your neck.

You felt warm tears on your neck and knew he was crying.

"It's alright I've got you honey." You carded a hand through his curls.

The nightmares that had been keeping Tim up all night were exhausting for the both of you. You hated seeing him like this and unfortunately you had run out of melatonin gummies to give him to help him sleep.

He had been working so much and so hard for so long that it was bound to catch up with him and hit him hard. He had already been sick and had missed the Dune Montreal premiere. Now he was dealing with nightmares and overall struggling to sleep.

Timothee continued to silently cry as you held him tight slightly rocking him in your arms.

"Shh mon amor." You said trying to calm him down as lighting illuminated the living room and the thunder caused him to flinch.

You grabbed another blanket to wrap around the both of you. A heavier blanket hoping the deep pressure would be enough to soothe him.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head against his.

He kept his face buried in your neck as he cried and shook. He was so tired and miserable and you couldn't stand to see him like that.

You already knew your plan for your day off work the next day. Sleeping in and then going out to stock up on melatonin gummies and anything else that Timothee might need to help him finally rest.

The storm raged on as you both sat curled up on the couch wrapped up in blankets and pillows. You were exhausted but you were fighting sleep because you wanted to give Timothee whatever he needed. The only thing he seemed to want was cuddles and you happily obliged.

You yawned and stretched a little. Timothee whined and nuzzled you with his tear-stained face.

"Shh, I'm here." You remind him "I'm not going anywhere don't you worry." You say calmly.

Timothee sighs and finally pulls away to look at you. His green eyes were tired, sunken, and bloodshot.

You wipe away a tear with your thumb.

A loud crack of thunder goes off in the distance but it sounds like it's right on top of the building.

Timothee startles and grips your pajama top. Looking at you with panic in his eyes.

You hold him tighter knowing that's all he wants from you.

You rock him in your arms and kiss his face over and over.

You don't know how or when but at some point you both finally fall asleep.