Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Wedding Day

~ RPF

~ Word Count: 1,165

~ Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak

~ Inspired By the Song Marry Me - Thomas Rhett

~ Flashbacks in Italics

~ Beta'd by @martinfreemanismyaesthetic(tumblr)

Timothee stood there looking in the full length mirror pulling and straightening his black tie looking everywhere but his own reflection. He buttoned the sleeve of his white button down taking a step back from the mirror. The sound of kids running across the slightly cracked window made him turn his head, glancing out. He smiled seeing a little boy and girl dressed in nice clothes tagging one another, running, laughing. The warm breeze blows through the window filling the room with the smell of magnolias. He looked up and saw the entire backyard decorated with magnolias and roses, her favorite.

5 years old

"I'm never getting married, boys are gross!" She said, looking at Timothee who sat across from her.

"No boy would want to marry you anyway! You have girl germs!" Timothee pushes her shoulder and gets up running.

"Mommy! Timmy pushed me!

"Nu-uh!!!"

Timothee shook his head and cleared his throat as he slipped his shoes on. "Timmy, hurry up!" His dad, Marc shouted, poking his head in. "Shouldn't be too much longer till she is ready."

"I'm ready." Timothee answered, grabbing his jacket and sliding it on. "I'll be out in a minute." He told his dad, pausing for a second. When his dad walked away Timothee took a deep breath and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, unscrewing the cap and taking a big gulp. He grimaced and filled up a flask, sticking it in his jacket pocket before walking out, popping a mint in his mouth.

9 years old

"You're it!"

"Tim, come here!" She whispered, taking his hand, running towards the bushes. "Shh." She told him as they hid behind the bush.

"Come on." Timothee told her as they crawled to the trees. "Made it to base! We win!" Timothee yelled.

Timothee was pulled from his thoughts when his sister, Pauline, grabbed his arm. She was dressed in a bridesmaid's dress and rushing around as the maid of honor. "The bride is asking for you." She smirks.

He walks into a room and sees her standing there in a simple silk white wedding gown. His chest tightens, mouth runs dry. "You look so beautiful." He wraps his arms around her. "Why are you shaking?" He asks, pulling back, taking her hands into his.

"I'm so nervous!" She tells Timothee. "I know there aren't a lot of people here and it's a small thing but still." She takes another breath. "Am I supposed to be this nervous?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. I've never gotten married." Timothee told her with a soft smile.

"You know," She brought her hands to his tie fixing his failed attempt to straighten it. "When you get married someday you have full permission to drag me through all the BS I dragged you through for mine."

"Deal." Timothee tells her as he watches her touch up her makeup.

15 years old.

"Have you had your first kiss yet?" Timothee asked her as they sat under the bleachers at school.

"Yeah, and it sucked." She answered with a giggle. "You?"

"Yeah, and I sore I was gay after because I felt nothing." He handed her half of the slim jim he had.

"I haven't felt anything when I kissed either of the two guys I've kissed and I'm pretty sure I'm not a lesbian."

"Maybe you didn't kiss the right boy." Timothee offered, leaning on and elbow, matching her position.

"You think?" She saw Timothee's eyes look from her eyes to her lips then back up again. "How would I know if he's the right boy?"

His hand touched hers on the ground between them, their eyes not moving. "Tim, come on!" Another boy shouted.

"I gotta go!" Timothee told her, getting up.

"You're ready, baby?" Her dad walks in. "Your grandpa is ready for you to make your way down the aisle."

"Yeah, I'm gonna be right out, daddy." She tells him, turning to Timothee.

"I'm gonna head out there and line up with the other groomsmen." He tells her as she stands.

She takes his hands in hers. "I'm doing the right thing, right?" She asks. "I mean, I love him."

"I'm sure you are. You're just nervous. You've waited for this day for how long?" You both laugh.

"I remember making you practice my wedding in the hall of our apartment building." She told him as he squeezed her hands, bringing them up to his lips.

"And now you're doing the real thing." He smiled as she pulled him into a hug before he walked out.

Timothee was with the rest of the wedding party but stayed to himself in the corner when his sister found him. He quickly shoved the flask into his jacket pocket then turned to her.

"You ready little bro?" Pauline asked as they lined up and waited for their turn to walk down the aisle.

2 months ago

Timothee walks into his apartment, going through the mail in his hands as he kicks the door shut with his foot. He pauses when he sees the larger rectangle envelope addressed from his best friend. He knew what this was, He took a deep breath before turning it over and opening it.

As he read the words on her wedding invitation, he felt his heart shatter in pieces as he fought back the tears.

He faked his smile walking down the aisle with his sister and held himself together. When the music changed, and he saw you standing at the end of the aisle in your dress with your dad by your side his heart dropped into his stomach. He'd been stoic till he saw her like this. Timothee had imagined this day before, but he wasn't the one waiting for her at the altar.

He could feel the tears rising in his eyes as he fought them back. He watched as her dad gave her away. He smiled when her future husband took her hand. But a tear fell down his cheek as they began to speak their vows. Timothee knew in that moment this is what true heartbreak felt like. Her eyes went to Timothee's as her grandpa spoke the traditional vows and he felt his heart break a little more.

"Repeat after me," Her grandpa spoke. "I Y/N,"

"I Y/N," She repeated.

"Take Jake,"

"Take Timothee," She froze. "I mean-" Everyone was staring at her except the people that knew both she and Timothee. They were staring at him, and he was staring at her. "I'm sorry, Jake I can't." People started whispering in their seats as she dropped Jake's hands.

Timothee walked towards her, and another groomsman grabbed his arm, but he just kept going. His feet didn't stop till he was in front of her. She had tears in her eyes as their eyes met. He wanted to say so many things to her at that moment, but all he could think to do was take her face into his hands and kiss her.