request by @mamamia1007. I hope you like it <3
your pov
I looked up at the ceiling. The only
light coming into the room was from the moon.I wanted so badly to turn around on my side and fall back asleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't move at all.
Timothée was still sleeping, snoring of course.
My eyes scanned the ceiling and the rest of our room. I spotted something, almost like a shadow. It dark and tall, standing behind our dresser.
My heart began in to race and I began to sweat as the figure approached me. I tried calling out for help, for Timothée. No noise came out.
An overwhelming sense of fear came over me as the figure got closer. I couldn't make out was it was face-wise . It was just terrifying.
Tears rushed down my face. I tried to scream again, no use.
I shut my eyes tightly an opened them a few moments later.
I looked out into our now clear room. There were no more figures, and I could move now.
I got out of bed and put my hands on the side of my head, letting out a sigh of relief and whimpering.
"Y/n?" Timothée groaned.
I kept crying, shaking.
"What's wrong?" he asked sitting up and looking at me.
He got out of bed and made his way over to me.
I practically ran toward him.
"It's alright." he wrapped his arms around me.
I cried into his chest.
"Let's get back in bed." he said taking my hand.
I crawled back into my side and he tucked me in. He laid down next to me, pulling me close.
"What happened?" he asked rubbing my cheek.
"I-I had another sleep paralysis episode." my words broke in between each other.
He pulled me into him, as tight as he could.
"It's alright now, I'm here. I won't let you go."
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timothée chalamet imagines
FanfictionTimothée Chalamet imagines 💗 !!REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! * = smut, events leading to smut/events after smut, and mentions of mature content. I'm not a writer, but this is what I can do! Frequent updates at best :)