timothée chalamet imagines

bowling

your pov

I took off my shoes and put them aside, then strapped on my bowling shoes tightly.

"I'm going to go get a ball."

"Okay." Timothée said putting his own bowling shoes on.

I went over to the racks and grabbed my usual 6 pound ball. It was the perfect weight and my fingers fit inside well for a steady grip.

Timothée walked over to me. "Got one already?"

"Yup." I said spinning it around to show him.

It was a pink and white marbled ball, with some glitter and sparkles throughout it too.

Timothée grabbed the 11 pound ball and tested it out. He went down from there and chose to go with a 9 pound solid green ball.

We walked back to our section. I set our names up on the board, and we put our bowling balls onto the rack of the machine.

"Ladies first."

"Actually, why don't you go first?" I said "you'll need a head start anyway."

"Oh really?"

I nodded.

"If that's how you wanna play this game, get ready to lose." he said.

I walked close to him, pressing our chests up against one another. I got on my tip toes and whispered in his ear.

"Bring it on then, Chalamet."

"You don't know what you're in for, y/l/n." he laughed.

(y/l/n - your last name.)

I sat down as he grabbed his ball and got ready to throw it. I watched in anticipation as the ball rolled down the lane and knocked down 4 pins.

His ball spat back out from the machine a few seconds later. He threw it again and knocked out the remaining 6 pins.

"Not too bad." I said standing up.

"Let's see you do better."

"I will." I said giving him a glare.

I walked over to grab my ball and waited for the pins to reset. I took a second to line up exactly where I wanted the ball to go, and went ahead threw it.

"PERFECT STRIKE!" the speakers blasted.

I turned around and Timothée's mouth was wide open, his jaw looked like it was going to hit the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to tell you," I said sarcastically "I took bowling lessons in middle school and played on the team in high school too."

"Anything else?" he scoffed, not believing me.

"You're playing against a four-time first place state champion." I winked.

"That's not fair! You knew I was going to lose, that's why you chose for us to do this on our date tonight."

"I told you you'd need a head start, you didn't need to know anything else."

"Now there's no use for us to keep playing if you're already going to win." he said.

"No way," I shook my head "the game just started, you still have a chance."

"Really?"

"A slim chance. A very very slim chance."

He undid the straps of his bowling shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"Quitting." he took one shoe off.

"Don't quit now," I pouted "I already paid for the two hours."

"Y/n, I'm not going to embarrass myself by playing against you."

"Do you want me to just go easy on you then?" I asked putting his shoe back on.

"No."

"Then suck it up and play against me for real."

I become very defensive and harsh during games, practically turning into someone else.

Card, board, and physical contact games I'm fine with playing for fun sometimes.

But bowling isn't just a game to me

It's my sport. And I have to come out on top.

"Fine." he caved and rolled his eyes.
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2 hours later

"Are you serious?" I turned on the car.

Timothée looked away from me and out the window instead.

"You are ridiculous." I shook my head and reversed out of the parking space we were in.

The first ten minutes of our drive on the way home was quiet until I decided to turn on the radio, just for it to be turned right back off by Timothée a few seconds afterwards.

I pulled into the garage and got out of the car.

Timothée walked right past me and went into the house. His heavy stomps could be heard going up the stairs as I entered after.

The slamming of our bedroom door startled me as I put down my purse and took off my shoes.

He was pissed because I won the game.

I went upstairs and opened the bedroom door, seeing him already laying down. I went to our closet and changed into my pajamas. then laid on my side of the bed.

"Goodnight." I said laying down and getting comfortable.

Silence.

I drifted off to sleep until his voice woke me up.

"I'm sorry."

"For?" I yawned.

"Getting mad about losing."

"It's okay."

"You know I don't like to lose, " he whined "especially against you."

"But you already know that I'll do just about anything to win."

He brought his arms around me and hugged my tightly.

"That's just who we are."

"And that's why we work."

We both laughed and fell asleep soon after.

Not sure abt this ending? I don't really like it.
I might keep it as is or change it later on!

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