SFW Timothee Chalamet and Reader Imagines

Warnings - insomnia

I punched the pillow angrily. I had been twisting and turning. I growled as I flopped back down.

"Mon amour," Timmy moaned next to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't get comfortable. I've been having a terrible time sleeping recently, I feel awful," I said.

"Is that why you kept snapping at me today?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," I said rubbing his arm.

"Let me help you," he said with a smile. He pushed me down.

"Close your eyes angel," he said sweetly. He began to sing, his pure voice making me finally comfortable.

He used his nails as he gently scraped my scalp. He was singing "Pure Imagiantion" from Willy Wonka. He knew I adored that song.

"Mmmm, this feels nice," I said. He continued to sing, placing sweet kisses to my face between songs. Soon I found myself drift off. Even in my dreams I could hear his sweet voice.