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One a.m. and wine drunk was a lethal combination. Timothée was doing impressions and you were laughing so hard you could barely inhale. You picked up the bottle for a refill just to find your glass less than a quarter full. You frowned.
"We're officially out," you announced with a pout. "I'm sad."
"You drank all my wine?!" Timothée exclaimed, joining you on the floor and tickling you relentlessly. "And now you're drunk!"
"So are you!"
Timothée smiled and rested his head on your chest. "I know." His hands started to wander. Slow and gentle.
Your fingers raked through his hair while you watched him lift and maneuver around clothing so he could kiss your skin. Timothée travelled upwards toward your collarbone, then your neck, and hovered over your lips before capturing them in his. You could feel him smile and it made you smile and both of you melted into laughter in three seconds.
"I thought we were having a moment!" Timothée whined, still laughing with his face in the crook of your neck.
"You laughed!"
"You laughed too!"
"Because I'm drunk!"
Timothée hummed and laid his head back on your chest. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Would you marry me?"
You let out a laugh that sounded more like a scream. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm not asking you to marry me, I'm asking...like...if you would. If I did ask," he stuttered.
You shrugged. "I don't know. Ask me."
Timothée's eyes glimmered. He sat up and urged for you to do the same. He slid one of his rings off his fingers and offered it up to you.
"(Y/N L/N)," he began, barely able to speak without laughing at your laughing. "I have loved you since the moment I saw you!"
"Not true!" you exclaimed.
"Shut up, I'm trying to propose here!" Timothée interjected. "I have loved you since I realized I realized I loved you." He continued when you approved of his correction. "You are so, so beautiful and so fuckin' sexy!"
"Okay, okay!"
"So would you make me the happiest and luckiest man on Earth and do the honor of being my wife?" He presented his Louis Vuitton monogram ring and his best puppy eyes. "Please say yes, this ring was very expensive."
"I don't know, can I think about it?" you teased.
"Think about it?!"
"Okay fine. I'll marry you."
Timothée let out the loudest yell you'd ever heard then slipped the ring onto your finger even though it was a size or two too big. He tackled you back to the floor again for a kiss.
"Mrs. Chalamet," he said. "I like the way that sounds."
"Maybe you can ask me for real one day when we're sober," you said.
"I was being for real."
You rolled your eyes. "Don't do that, Timothée."
"You can't turn back now, we're married!"
"I'll divorce you."
"You can't divorce me, you are stuck with me forever until we die and then some." He looked you deep in the eyes with sincerity this time.
"'Til death do us part or something like that, right?" you asked, tracing your finger across the freckles on his skin.
"Something like that." Timothée crumbled into laughter again and buried himself in your arms. "I'm so nauseous right now."
"I can't believe you're drunk on our wedding night, you're so embarrassing." You shook your head in disdain.
"Now you're really gonna divorce me."
You held Timothée tight and smiled at your new ring. "Wouldn't dream of it."
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i kind of hate this and im sorry it's short i haven't posted in a while ! hope ur all well thank u for reading 🥰
