~Timmy Imagines~

dancing with the enemy

A/N: random but I'm absolutely in love with this photo of Timmy (pic above). It just makes my heart warm. Anyway, enjoy this spicy imagine ;).

My best friend and I had plans to go to the club tonight. We haven't been out in a while, and b/f/n had just gone through a bad breakup. So a club night out seemed to be the perfect answer to our problems. Little did I know that this night would change everything...

"So are you meet me at my apartment, or are we gonna drive separately?" I said as I was searching through a sea of clothes trying to find the right club attire. "I'll meet you in 30 and we can just Uber there." B/f/n stated. "Kk, see you in a few!" I said. "Bye, love you girly". Alright, time to get dolled uppp.

I looked in my closet and wasn't happy with anything I was seeing. I wanted to look hot, but none of the clothes I have scream that. Until I found an old dress of mine that my ex bought me. Was it ideal wearing something from some I hated the most? No, but it was the only thing in my closet that screamed club.

So I threw the little, silver dress on, curled my hair, put on my signature red lipstick, and I was ready to go.

Knock knock knock. I heard coming from my front door. "Hey bae!" I said to b/f/n, as if I hadn't seen her in weeks. "Hiii! You look fine as hell."she says sweetly. "So do you!!! We should get going, before all the hot guys leave." I say jokingly. "You're right. To Uber we go!"

Once we get to the club I notice a familiar car in the parking lot, but didn't think too much of it. "Cmon y/k let's go get wasted.". Well this night should be interesting.

We made our way to the bar area and that's when I was him. My ex. Timothée fucking Chalamet. I sighed so loudly, that my bestie noticed. "Oh shit there he is. You wanna leave?" she whispers in my ear. "Nooo I'll be fine, pretend he's not here. Timothée and I had broke up 3 months ago. Not because of cheating or anything, he just turned into a dick.
"Hey, can we get two vodka tonics pleaseee?" I asked the bartender. "Of course coming right up ladies." As b/f/n and I were talking, I kept feeling Tim staring at me. Jesus Christ this is so awkward. Once my drink came, I downed it down like that shit was water. Timothée was bothering me so much, I decided to take the ball into my court and  confront him. "Hey um I'm gonna talk to him, I'll be back." I said to b/f/n. "Of course, meet you on the dance floor!"

I walked up to him. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I had no idea what to expect from him. We hadn't talked since the break up. I sat down beside him and he looked me up and down. "I see you still like that dress I bought." He said abruptly. Of course, out of all the nights I chose to wear this, it had to be tonight. "What can I say? You've got a good sense of style.", "Well you're not wrong. How have you been y/k?", "I've been doing alright. You know, I've been through lots of breakups, but ours has by far hurt the worst. Why the fuck did you end things how you did?!" When I asked that, I started to feel my blood boil, and my throat got that burning sensation it only gets when you're about to cry. "It's because I knew you were too good for me. I was scared with how good things were going, so instead of taking risk, I messed shit up on purpose, I'm so fucking sorry y/k." I could hear the guilt in his voice. "Timothée that's beyond fucked up. But thanks for telling me the truth. That changes things a bit".

The next thing I did, I knew I shouldn't  have but god I mean, he's TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET. I reached out my hand and said: "Wanna dance?", "Nothing would make me more delighted."

We took to the dance floor and danced a troubles away. It started as innocent movement, but it started to get more heated. He grabbed my waist I started to grind on me slowly. "Is this okay?" Tim asked. "Mhm, yes this is perfect." I stated bluntly. We continued to move our bodies together, kissing each other in the process. I felt like I was cloud nine.

This went on for ages until we finally stopped and just looked at one another. "So what do we do now?" Timothée stated. "It's up to you Timmy, change?your ways and have me, or stay the same, and let me go. Choice is yours.", "I want you now. Forever. Y/n I love you. "Love you too Timmy, I'm willing to try this again if you are."

I went over to Timothée's place and we discussed our relationship. I missed my boy, and he missed me. And that's how the one night at the club changed everything.

A/n: okay but this is like really good. Hope y'all liked it. Don't forget to leave a star and comment ur opinions :).