timothée chalamet imagines

nominations

timothée's pov

"I'm too nervous to hold it." I say and hand y/n my laptop.

She puts it in her lap and rests her head on my shoulder. "Stop worrying," she tells me "you know you're getting nominated."

I turn my head slightly. "And if I don't?"

"Then screw the academy." she says making us both laugh.

We sit up straight, looking at the laptop between us on the bed. I'll be receiving an email with the list of nominations for the Oscars soon.

It's 8:57 A.M right now, the list of nominations comes out at 9:00 A.M on the dot.

Whether or not my name is on the list, I have to see it. I get off the bed and pace around the room, y/n's eyes following me.

"Babe," she says "just relax."

"You know how nervous I get before nominations and stuff, I can't help it."

She gets off the bed and puts the laptop on our desk, coming over to me. She hugs me tightly and I can't help but relax in her arms.

"Breathe in." she says and I do. "Breathe out."

Every time I freak out or stress, y/n makes me do breathing exercises. I find them annoying sometimes, but they help tremendously.

"Thank you." I turn around, wrapping her up in my arms and lean down to kiss her.

A ping from my laptop echoes in our bedroom and we walk over to it.

OSCAR NOMINATIONS. Is the title of the email displayed at the top of my screen.

I put my fingers on the touchpad and run the mouse cursor over the title, absolutely terrified to even accidentally click on it.

"Can you check?" I push the laptop over "please."

"Are you sure?" she asks and I nod.

I cover my eyes with one hand and nervously chew on the nails of the other. Y/n whispers very lightly, I can't make out what she's saying.

"Best Actor," she says loud and clear "Timothée Chalamet, Dune."

I open my eyes and snatch the laptop off the desk. I look at the list, seeing my name on top.

"I got nominated." I gasp and set the laptop back down. "I GOT NOMINATED!" I yell and pick her up, spinning her around "I GOT NOMINATED!"

She laughs, grabs a hold of my face and kisses me passionately. "Congratulations." she says as I put her back down.

"Thank you." I smile widely.

"I'll be right back." she says walking toward our bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"You'll see!" she yells once she steps into it.

I pick up the laptop again and run my finger over my name. What an honor it is to be nominated amongst some of the best in the industry.

It's almost unbelievable. If I'm dreaming, someone, please, pinch me so I can wake up.

Out of the corner of my eye, y/n walks out of the bathroom, hands behind her back.

"What do you have back there?" I ask, lightly tossing the laptop on our bed.

"Something." she smiles and takes her hands out from behind her.

It's two glasses and an unopened bottle of my favorite, very expensive, champagne.

"Don't you think it's a little too early early to start drinking?"

"It's never too early to drink," she states "especially when it's a call for celebration."

I take the bottle from her, wetting my hands with its condensation.

"How did you even keep it cold in there?"

"I put a bag of ice in the tub." she laughs.

"Thank you mon amour." I say and she gives me another kiss.

She sets the glasses down and I pour champagne into them both. "To you." she raises her glass and I give it a clink.