timothee chalamet imagines!

same way!

timothee gets jealous because he thinks your best friend is in love with you.
genre; slight angst?
words; 1215
warnings; none? pls let me know if i should put any in.

ever since your best friend, chris had gotten into town, things had been different. things, or more so people, like timothée. he had been acting off ever since chris came to see your at your shared apartment. later on in the night when chris left it was revealed that he was only acting like that because chris was 'flirting' with you. you of course shook it off. you'd known chris for a while now and there was nothing and never will be something going on between you two.

you classified his behavior as friendly.

timothée classified it as sleazy. it was obvious he was flirting and right in front of him too?

"y/n, i'm telling you. the guy's obsessed with you."
you rolled your eyes. that was the fifth time he'd told you in ten minutes and frankly, you still didn't believe him at all. "i think i would've known if he was in love with me. i've known him for more than ten years."

"exactly! maybe he doesn't wanna fuck up but he's definitely in love with you!"   timothée argued. he obviously wasn't letting this go and you surely wanted him to.

"drop it, tim, he's not."

"i know he is!"

"oh, come on! how can you be so sure?"

"because he looks at you the same way that i look at you. it's driving me crazy to see him stare at you while you're not watching. like you're a piece of meat and he's been starved his entire life."

you were groaning as timothée continued to go on about how he just knew.

"you know what? i don't care. i truly don't." you told him.

"what do you mean you don't care?" timothée practically shouted. previously he was pacing but now he was staring directly at you, not moving at all. almost in disbelief at what he was hearing.

"you know if i didn't know any better i'd think you like having him pining over you." he accused.
you laughed bitterly at his words.

"are you fucking kidding me? go! you're not sleeping with me tonight." you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

he caught it and held it over his chest, rolling his eyes. "whatever." he muttered and walked out of your bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

it wasn't long before he was apologizing to you. your fights were usually never long anyway. it about 4 in the morning when you were woken up by him. timothée was apologizing for what he said, rambling on and on about how he shouldn't have gotten jealous and accused you of liking the attention chris was giving you.

you being you and still upset, rolled over and fell right back asleep. it wasn't until morning that you forgave timothée.

things went on and time was running out. chris was leaving in a few days.

it was chris' third night in new york and you being the great friend you were decided to take him out. with timothée present, of course.

the night started off early, the three of you went to have dinner. though other people would've believed chris was third wheeling, he didn't seem to care. he made conversation with you and sometimes timothée the whole night.

the next stop was the bar, grab a few drinks and just have a fun time. this is where a few other friends joined you guys.

around 11 pm, you ended up in a club with everyone. music booming, people drinking and dancing on each other, the smell of booze and sweat in the air.
you peeled yourself away from timothée who looked confused as you started to walk away. "where're you going?" he shouted over the loud music. you pointed towards the bar in the response and he nodded in a way to say 'alright'.

you turned back around and walked to the bar, sliding into a seat. it wasn't until you got your drink that you realized that chris was sitting right next to you.

you raised a brow, wondering why he joined you. chris seemed to know what the raised brow meant since he began to speak up.

"my feet got tired of dancing and i needed a drink." he explained.

you nodded your head, a slight laugh coming out.
so, there you two sat for the next five minutes, talking and catching up. it seemed like he had a lot going on back home and he felt the same way about you.

"so, you and tim?" chris began, looking directly into your eyes.

you smiled without realizing at the mention of your boyfriend. "yeah, what about us?" a nervous laugh found it's way out your lips.

before you knew it, chris' hand was on your thigh and making it's way farther up. "it's not that serious, is it? and even if it was, i'm sure he doesn't have to know if we just slipped into the bathroom for a few minutes."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. so, timothée was right all along and not just being a jealous fuck.

"uh, no..chris, i'm in love with him and i don't want to do..that with you." you were trying your best to move back and not piss him off.

"it's not like he has to know, y/n." the way he said your name was almost enough to make you nauseous. "you know you w-"

chris was interrupted by a familiar voice speaking up. "step away before i punch you in the face."
timothée grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the seat and separating you from chris. usually, his voice was sweet. especially around you but now, it'd changed. he was pissed and you could tell.

"i wasn't doing even doing anything, man." chris tried to play it off with a laugh.

"did i not just say get the fuck away from y/n? i'm not fucking stupid, i saw you." timothée spat, now stepping closer to the male.

you reached over to grab his arm, pulling him slightly back. "tim, let's just go. i'm fine." you pleaded, looking around to see most eyes on what was going on.

"it's not my fault you have such an easy girlf-" chris didn't even get to finish his sentence before timothée's fist came in contact with his face. you gasped and so did everyone around you. chris was knocked into the side of the bar, the one punch made his nose bleed. most people were yelling at the sight of blood, the way timothée was still trying to hit chris but being held back a group of guys, or just all the commotion going on.

"tim! let's just go! i think he's done already!" you almost laughed, being slightly proud of your boyfriend for being able to do so much damage to that dick with only one move.

soon enough, you managed to pull timothée out of the club.

"how about you never pick a fight in bars again?"
"how about you never have assholes as best friends that try to get with you ever again?"

"deal?"

"deal."