𝐎𝐔𝐈, 𝐂'𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐈 | timothée chalamet imagines

𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

DANCE
1. to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, especially to the accompaniment of music.
2. to leap, skip, etc., as from excitement or emotion; move nimbly or quickly:
to dance with joy.

'babeeeeee I'm boreddddd' I told my boyfriend as I laid on his bed looking at the ceiling.

I waited a bit for an answer since he was on his laptop across the bed working on some essay for his new film, however he did not reply.

'babeeeeee' I called him once again

'yesssssss' he turned around just to look straight into my eyes

'I'm boredddd' I pouted. Slowly and dramatically I started rolling back and forward on his bed asking for attention.
Understating what I wanted, he lifted himself up from the chair and sat next to me on the edge of the bed

'Humm... I see... lemme think...' I love that 'wondering face' of his

Turns out he didn't have to think too much for an idea popped up on my mind 'oh, I know, I know!'

'what?'

'just dance!'

'no!' he quickly said as he stood up from the bed

'why?' I followed him

'Y/N, its fucking 3 in the morning' he turned his body to face me

'so what?'

'so what?!' he echoed my words 'the neighbours?!'

'oh, they already hate us' I said as I remembered all the things and sounds that could be heard from our flat

'that's exactly the why I don't want them to hate us more'

'oh, come onnnnn...pleaseeee?' I pouted once more and did 'the kitten eyes' as I kneeled in front of him

'no'

'pleaseeee...?'

'oh, for fuck sake...okay...' I knew my techniques would never betray me

'yeayyyy!' I exclaimed and gave him a playful kiss right on his lips.

He followed me to the living room, where we have this big and modern TV. I put the DVD on it and chose the dance 'hips don't lie' from Shakira. The moment I put the song, Timothée was already complaining

'omg no.'

'what?' I asked him in confusion

'I don't know how to dance this'

'follow the girl on TV and 'just dance'' even though I didn't look at him, I could see he was glancing me in a deadly way.

After literally 30 seconds Timmy was protesting

'OMG Y/N, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MOVE MY HIPS!!' he was so adorable – so fucking adorable, that made me giggle

'I'll teach you, look' I put my hand on his hips as I tried to drive them, which seemed kinda impossible because he wouldn't let me

'are you sure this is a dance? Because it looks more like- '

'Tiiiimothéeee' I called out his name chuckling after realising what he meant

We danced for a bit more until Timmy spoke

'OH, MY LORD, will this take much longer?'

'Are you tired?' I asked him

'YES, Y/N, I AM!' he was sweating. Dear lord

'okay... lemme see' I reach the remote control and clicked on it, in order to see how much it would take until we finished the song

'2 more minutes?!' he said in a desperate tone when he saw he time

Once we were finished with the dance, he literally laid down on the floor and only opened his mouth to sigh loudly and to
proffer 'ima die'

'don't be such a child, Timmy' I told him, standing right in front of him. Suddenly, he grabbed my ankle and carefully pushed me down to the floor, so that I'd be under his body as he started tickling mine.

Loud laughs were shouted from my mouth 'now who's the child, hum?' he said teasingly

'oh, Timmy, please, stooop' I couldn't help myself but laugh

'who's the child now?' He insisted

'oh...Timmy'

'tell me, who is it?'

'I'm the child! in the damn child!' immediately, he stopped his actions and allowed me to have a rest

'that's what I thought'

We both giggled as we laid on the floor, tummies up, and next to each other, looking to the ceiling.

'I must admit I though... Lil Timmy Tim was better moving his hips' another chuckle escaped my lips

He faced palmed himself 'well, I'm sorry'

'STATISTIC YUP YUP, STATITSC YUP, MISS LAWTON, MISS LAWTON' I sang alone laughing

'oh god, no, stop' he begged as he remembered his acts from the past

No use, for I kept singing

'nooooo, babeee, that's a torture to my ears' he implored again

I finally stopped for I thought the boy had already too much shame on himself for that music

'well' I mouthed 'if it makes you feel better, I prefer the Timothée Chalamet over Lil Timmy Tim' I told him as I place my head on his chest

'oh yeah?' he chucked

'yeah' I confessed

'that satisfies me a lot' he looked at me as I automatically smiled like a fool and he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

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rits :)
PS: if you see any grammar mistakes, please let me know :)