timothée chalamet imagines

babe

timothée's pov

"Round two." y/n said.

"You're on."

I grabbed the ping pong ball and hit it across the table with my paddle, she hit it right back.

Y/n and I have been a "thing" for a few weeks now, I think we're both unsure of where we want this thing to go.

Well, I shouldn't say 'we're both unsure' because I already know where I want this to go.

I just don't know where SHE wants this to go.

She's a nice, smart, and very pretty girl. I like her, a lot. But I don't know how to ask her if she wants to take the next step in all this.

"Hey!" she yelled.

"Sorry."

I hit the ball way too hard and it went right past her, hitting the wall behind her and it came rolling back to me on the floor.

"Don't go easy on me." she said.

"I won't." I smirked.

I grabbed the ball, hit it with the paddle. She smacked it right back with a lot of force, almost making me miss.

We went back and forth for almost five minutes, it was a full blown competition now.

Just to mess with her, I dialed it down completely and barely tapped the ball.

"Come on." she laughed.

I continued hitting it lazily, making her burst into the laughter that I loved so much.

She smacked her paddle down onto the table.

"Really babe?" she groaned.

I started to laugh and then stopped completely.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you Timothée." she turned away.

"No, you didn't." I said walking over to her.

She turned around and looked at me in embarrassment. "I-I didn't meant to, it-it just slipped out of my mouth."

That wasn't a 'slip.' She was confident in it, like she had called me that millions of times before.

Now I was sure of where she wanted this to go.

"I can get used to 'babe.'" I smiled, pulling her face to mine as I gave her a kiss.

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