timothée chalamet imagines

wedding

timothée's pov

"We can sit here." I said walking up to the third bench.

Y/n's cousin was getting married today, of course we had to attend.

Y/n got in first and I sat to the right of her.

"Aren't you excited?"

"Very excited." I grinned.

Weddings were always more of her thing than mine. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but she just loves them more.

We both chatted with other guests before the wedding music started.

Once it did, we all stood up and watched as the bride came walking down the aisle and up to the altar to meet her groom.

The bride and groom shared vows, put on the rings, and shared their first kiss as man and wife.

While they kissed, pictures were snapped and the crowd cheered like crazy.

I put my arm around y/n's waist and pulled her close to me.

"That's going to be us one day." I whispered in her ear.

"Really?" she smiled wide.

"Of course." I kissed her cheek.