Timothèe Chalamet Imagines

♡bad interview♡

Your POV

I'm finally home from work. It was such a long day - I had to edit three entire stories, which is a lot more work than it sounds like.

I fling our apartment door open and kick off my shoes before slumping on the couch with a sigh.

"Tim?" I call. I thought he was home, but if he was, he would have come out to the living room. He only had one interview today, which is a very free schedule compared to the usual chaos of press and filming.

He slowly emerges from our bedroom down the hall, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. He always does that when he's on edge.

"Hey, how was work?" he asks. His voice is strained.

"It was fine. Exhausting, but I'm used to it. How was your interview?" I ask. He walks over to the couch and sits next to me. He doesn't relax, but sits hunched over, staring at his feet.

"It was... really bad actually. I don't know. I'm confused," he says. He twists his fingers in concentration.

"What? Why was it bad?" I ask, sitting up next to him.

"Well... I don't know. It was all fine at first, but then he asked me about my ego? And I tried answering all of his questions but I guess I didn't do it right, and he told me I wasn't answering them," he says, rambling. He doesn't sound upset, more just exasperated and confused.

"That's terrible. I don't get it. I really don't. You're a person, you're not just an emotionless robot. That's so rude," I tell him. I wrap one arm around him and pull him closer to me. It truly does baffle me that the press is so invasive and expectant. It puts a lot of pressure on him.

"Yeah... but... I mean do you think I have a big ego? Or that, like, I don't appreciate what I have?" he asks warily. I can tell he's been thinking this through the entire day.

"No way Timmy. You are so grateful for every opportunity that has come your way. I can't believe someone would put these ideas in your head. You aren't perceived as ungrateful - ever," I assure him.

"Yeah. I try to... I don't know, connect with all of the people who support me," he says, still looking down.

"And you do a great job of it," I say.

"Okay. I've just been going back and forth between being angry about it and then getting really self-conscious," he says, finally turning his head and looking at me.

"You shouldn't be. You have nothing to worry about. I promise. I know that you are genuinely invested in your career, and you do not have a big ego."

He smiles and gives me a hug.

"Thank you," he says over my shoulder.

"When does this interview come out anyways?" I ask, pulling back.

"Oh, my publicist just sent me a draft of it now. I usually don't watch these, but I wonder if they kept it in," Timmy says, tugging his phone out of his pocket.

He pulls up the video, and I smile at how cute he looks in his blue sweater. It's all perfect, until the interviewer questions him about his ego and implies that he seems ungrateful for attention. I watch Timmy's face fall for a split second before stuttering to answer the question, and the interviewer calls him out for not saying the right thing. I reach over and pause it.

"That is sick. Ew. You know that everybody is going to blame the interviewer for that, right? Wow. That's just messed up," I say.

"Okay. I kind of thought so too," he says. We don't bother to watch the rest of it. "Thanks for reassuring me, though. I needed to hear that," he says.

"Of course," I say, smiling. "How about we go out for dinner? I had a long day, and I sure as hell don't want to cook."

"It's a date."

ewwww if you guys know what interview I'm talking about - wasn't that so mean? I felt so bad for him oml.

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