timothée chalamet imagines

mine

your pov

I put my box down in the middle of the living and slumped onto the couch.

"Tired?" Timmy asked sitting next to me.

I cuddled up close to him, resting my head on his chest as he brung his arm around me.

"Yeah."

"We deserve a break anyway." he yawned.

I looked out through what was now, our front door. It was hot, we hadn't had the air conditioning installed yet, keeping the door open made it easier for us to bring boxes in.

Plus, the small breeze felt nice.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be here, with him, moving into our own house, starting the rest of our lives together.

"You like it don't you?" Timmy asked looking around our living room.

"I love it." I said.

I really did, everything about this house is perfect. I couldn't ask for anything else.

"Time really flies." he said.

"It really does."

"Do you remember our first date?" he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Of course I do."

A grin widened on my face just thinking about it.

We met through mutual friends one night, Timmy asked me out to breakfast the next morning.

I was hesitant at first, but he persisted.

We met at the diner he recommended, and spent our time there from the second it opened at 9:00 a.m until it closed at 2:00 a.m.

I never believed in 'soulmates' until I met him.

That date was all it took to get us to where we are now, and it happened just two years ago.

He's always been mine, I've always been his.

*inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Mine." <3