timothée chalamet imagines

instagram live

timothée's pov

"Hi everyone." I smile at my phone as the Instagram live quickly fills with viewers.

The comments are flooding in, thousands asking me to say 'hi' and then their name, strands of questionable emojis too.

I'm off today and had nothing better to do.

"Ask me some questions and I'll answer."

Y/n walks into the living room with a bowl of fruit and plops herself on the couch across from me, I look up at her and smile.

"Live?" she mouths and I nod, turning my attention back to the screen.

"Let's see.." I try to catch one of the questions "what's your favorite color? Blue."

"Favorite show? The Office."

"How tall are you? I'm five ten." I continue answering the questions, taking in the adoration of my fans and what they want to know.

Some questions catch me off guard. "Where's your girlfriend? How's your girlfriend?" I say aloud and y/n looks up at me almost choking on a piece of fruit.

We haven't made our relationship official online yet, we've gotten coffee out in public before, but nothing more than just that. We love the private life and want to keep it that way.

But that times up, I guess. I turn to my phone and shrug "Let me ask her," I look at y/n "how are you doing, baby?"

Her mouth drops open, unsure of whether she should speak or not. She gives an awkward thumbs up, making me laugh.

"Well," I turn back to my phone "she gave me a thumbs up, so, I think she's doing alright."

I mentally read the comments: "he's blushing" "awww he looks so cute" "he is so in love with her, I can just tell"

Laughing of low key embarrassment, I look back to y/n. "I definitely am in love." I smile.

A/N: might delete!