timothée chalamet imagines

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Half asleep I pulled the thick blanket over myself.

Our bedroom was so cold, but I couldn't help but sleep in shorts; it was just more comfortable.

When I snuggled deeper and started falling back asleep, the blanket was ripped off me.

"What the-"

"Stop being a blanket hog." Timothée said.

"Give it back." I said trying to yank it back.

"Stop it." he said gripping it tighter.

"Give it!" I yanked again.

Timothée let it go and I hit myself in the face.

"Look what you did!" I yelled getting up and turning on the lamp, my nose was bleeding.

"I didn't even-" Timothée looked at me, immediately widening his eyes "holy shit."

Quickly, he jumped out of bed and ran over to me.

"I'm so sorry." he said pulling at his hair.

"It's fine." I said pushing him out of the way and heading to the bathroom.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." I said shoving tissues up into my nose "do me a favor?"

"Yes, anything. Tell me." he said.

"Just give me the blanket next time." I smiled.