Timothée Chalamet One Shots

From A Table Away

~ RPF

~ Charmie

~ Timothée x Armie

~ Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, voyeurism (if you squint hard enough)

~ Word Count: 767

Timothée sat at the table in the softly lit bar, listening to the piano player on the stage as he sipped drinks with a handful of mutual friends with his sister. Opposite most his age he enjoyed a quiet jazz club and casual conversation opposed to the loud clubs and booming bass. Not all the time, but sometimes.

Two drinks in and deep into a conversation about books was when he heard it.

The deep, full laugh that made his whole world stop. His eyes flashed around the room and it took less than a minute to see the blue eye sparkling in the candlelight. His heart skipped, then he saw their companion. Tall, long legs, thin waist, Timothee's face heated, but not in rage.

Jealousy is a bitch.

Whatever they were talking about, whatever he told her, made her laugh with her whole body. He looked at her so adoringly, like it was only the two of them in the entire place. Her hand gently caressed the side of his face, ther diamond and wedding band catching the light. The matching band still firm on his left ring finger made Timothée's chest tighten.

"You alright, little bro?" Timothee's sister, Pauline, asked, noticing the uncomfortable look on his face.

"What?" Timothée looked back as his sister to his right. "Oh, yeah." He shook his head with a laugh. "Just zoned out." He gave a light chuckle. "I think I had one rum and coke too many."

"We are all about ready." Pauline told him.

"I'll cover the drinks." Timothée stood and walked over to the register.

Walking back to the table after paying he paused behind a wall when he heard that familiar, deep, smooth voice. "I love you, too." He spoke to his wife.

Timothée's whole body was hot as he walked out the building.

Several days later that familiar voice sounded through Timothée's apartment. "Tim?!"

"Yeah?" Timothée answered from the couch.

"Hey," Armie plopped down next to him. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't heard from you in days."

"You could have messaged me first." Timothée told him, still looking at his phone. "Doesn't always have to be me messaging you."

"What's going on?" Armie questioned.

"Nothing, just tired." Armie reached, grabbing Timothée's phone from his hands. "Do you mind?!"

"Yeah, I do!" Armie retorted. "Can you pay attention to me when I'm talking to you?"

"What?!"

"Did I do something that you are being so pissy with me?"

"How was your Saturday night?" Timothée spat, his voice dripping with cynicism. Armie's face dropped. "Yeah I was there with Pauline and a few friends."

"Tim, it-"

"It wasn't what it looked like?" The doubtful look in Timothée's eyes makes Armie unable to put up much of a fight. "You don't misinterpret the way you two were looking at and touching one another."

"It's not that easy, Timmy. She is still my wife."

"Didn't look like things were as bad as you made it seem." Timothée crossed his arms over his chest. "Sure didn't look like a couple on the verge of a split."

"It was a good few days between her and I." Armie said softly.

"And when you spend the night here, with me in my bed, what's that? Just a bad night?"

"No, Timmy-" Armie placed his hand on Timothée's cheek but he pushed him away and stood. "Tim, please let me explain." Armie looked up at him from where he sat on the couch.

"Everything you told me was bullshit!" Timothée snapped. "I let you play me and-"

"No, no, Timmy," Armie stood, placing his hands on Timothée's arms. "I do care about you, I swear. It's just that we have kids, It's not just you and me."

"I get that, I really do. But when you are with her you-" He took a breath. "I have feelings, too, Armie."

"I know. I know you do."

"Until you actually leave her we aren't gonna do this anymore." Timothée gestures between the two of them.

"Tim-"

"I'm done being the side piece and the dumbass that keeps letting you push me around. All you are doing this way is breaking my heart."

"Tim," Tears were filling in Armie's eyes. "I-"

"You should go, Armie." He backed away.

Armie simply nodded, dropping his hands from Timothée. He walked towards the front, pausing. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"We all do things we don't mean to." Timothée told him.

Armie walked out, head hung low. Timothee wiped the tears that were falling down his cheeks as he picked up his phone and deleted Armie's number.