timothée chalamet requests

☾ request three

@imlilstorm14

your pov

"Why don't you go talk to him?" my friend asks.

"Because," I sip my drink "if he wanted to talk, he would come and talk to me himself; not stare at me from the corner of the room and drool over top of his lollipop." I shake my head.

"He's intimidated by you." y/f/n says.

I scoff. "Please."

"A resting bitch face and a cocky attitude, both of which you have, doesn't make you anything less than intimidating, y/n. You know that."

I do in fact have RBF, but that's something I can't help. The cocky attitude, also another thing I can't help. Neither have been a help to me and getting into relationships. But being in one is the least of worries, anyway.

"Fine." I say and finish off my drink. She knows how much of a challenge, if you could call this one, I like.

I pull out my compact mirror from my purse, apply some lipstick and fix my hair. I stand up and pull down the bottom half of my dress, as it rides up every time I sit. "Wish me luck?"

"Like you'll need it." she rolls her eyes at said cocky attitude and gives my butt a slap as I make my way toward the corner of the room, noticing the man go from looking at me to the floor.

I push past tipsy people and the couples on top of one another on the dance floor. When I make it to him at the corner of the room, he looks at me once again.

"Hi." I smile, putting on a sweet face and voice.

"Hey." he says, hands going into his front pockets.

I look back at my friend who winks and waves. I shake my head and turn it back to the man.

"What's your name, handsome?" I ask, my hands going to the collar of his jean jacket.

"Timothée. Yours?" he asks, sticking the lollipop between his teeth and cheek to talk.

"Y/n." I say as he eyes me up and down. "I noticed you've been staring at me all night."

"Yeah?" he asks as my hands run down his chest.

"Yeah," I nod "and I just figured you'd come talk to me yourself. You know, like a man would."

"You don't think I'm a man?"

"That's what I implied, glad you caught on." I flash a smile.

He scoffs and shakes his head, holding the lollipop with his teeth now. I take it by the stick and pull it out, twisting it between my thumb and pointer finger.

I look right into his eyes, putting the lollipop into my own mouth. His drops open, most likely:

(a) ashamed that his manliness has been called into question tonight
(b) regretting staring at me to begin with
(c) infatuated by my action

I take the lollipop out of my mouth and open his up by the jaw with my free hand.

"Well, you know where to find me if you want to prove yourself a man and drool over something that isn't this lollipop." I say and stick it back into his mouth, closing it for him afterward, because he obviously isn't going to do that for himself and walk back to my table to reunite with my friend.