"Baby! (Y/N)!" I heard my voice being yelled and I jolted awake, sweat dripping off of my forehead. "Timmy," I whimpered out, my arms limply reaching for his body. He immediately engulfed me in his arms, pulling me into his shirtless chest. He was warm, and I could feel his heart racing, I knew that I had scared him.

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." He assured me as he rubbed my hair and my back, trying everything to calm me down. His arms unraveled from my body and he reached over to grab the water from the night stand, which I drank immediately. I thanked him with a smile, but fell right back into his chest, my body lacking the security of his warmth.

"What was it about this time, love?" He asked me. I got nightmares frequently. "We were out, at a bar, and I lost you. Someone found me and followed me and took me," I cried out, admitting the fears that my sleeping mind had created.

I buried my head deeper into his chest, his arms tightening around me stronger. "I'm right here, baby. Right next to you, you're in my arms. I've got you and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." He told me, kissing my forehead lightly. I felt his chest rise and fall, a sigh escaping his lips. It was hard for him to see me like this, I knew that and if I could stop these nightmares, I would.

Unfortunately, my lack of control over my dreams caused more of these nights than I could have ever imagined. Timothée works so hard and rushes home at night to come home to me. We spend a lot of time apart, but for the most apart we get more time together and I cherish every minute I spend with him.

However, these ones weren't exactly desirable. "Let me go make you some tea, baby." He told me, slowly releasing his arms from around me which caused me to push my body closer to him. He chuckled softly, and placed his hands on my face, running his thumb slowly across my cheek. "Mon cherie, you can come with me. I'll hold your hand all the way into the kitchen and you can hold onto me the entire time we're down there, but you and I both know you won't fall asleep if you don't get this tea." He explained to me and I nodded knowingly. I pulled his hands from my face and intertwined them with mine, slowly standing up from the bed and walking out of our bedroom to the kitchen.

It was dark in our apartment, the street lights the only source of illumination in the otherwise pitch black apartment. Timmy walked towards the cabinets and got my tea started on the stove. I found myself gravitating towards my favorite spot in the apartment: the ledge.

It was my own little corner of the world, and I spent many hours here with Timothée, but even more when he was gone. I sat down on the ledge and observed the world around me. It was 3 in the morning, so there was no one on the sidewalks and no cars on the streets. There was minimal light that wasn't from the ones on the street and the big, full moon in the sky.

Timmy and I's cat came up and sat across from me on the ledge. Timothée doesn't appreciate the ledge the way I do, but he likes to sit with me. I think it's reassuring to him to watch me so peaceful. I could feel his eyes on me while I leaned my head against the window, my breathing slowing down and returning to a steady pace.

The screeching from the tea kettle signaled that my tea was finished, and soon enough Timothée was walking towards me with a steaming mug in his hand. I followed him to the couch and took it from his hands, thanking him. I sat down on the couch, and he laid his head in my lap. I knew he was exhausted. He's a night owl, and typically stays up past midnight, but lately the both of us have been going to bed early, the stress and demands of early adulthood hitting us both.

It was quiet between the two of us, until Timothée's voice broke the silence, a whisper coming out of his mouth. "Marry me." He whispered softly. My eyes widened, the tea in my mouth threatening to spill out. "What?" I asked after I swallowed.

"Marry me." He repeated himself, sitting up and looking me in the eyes this time, resting his forehead against mine. Timmy and I have been together for 3 years, and I would marry him in a heartbeat, but I never expected him to propose at 3 in the morning in our dark apartment after I had a nightmare.

"I don't have a ring, mon amour but I've known you are the one since the day we met. I have never been more certain about anything. Marry me, baby." He pleaded. "Oh my gosh, yes! Of course!" I exclaimed, setting my tea on the coffee table and engulfing him in the biggest hug.

"I love you, my sweet girl. I can not wait to make you Mrs. Chalamet."

(A/N): some fluff for my first one :) hope you guys enjoyed this! requests are open!