Random x Reader One-Shots

I'd never been so proud-Timothée Chalamet x Reader

https://youtu.be/nFaOHmvCgK4?si=os1ee102VYujQju-

"So let's talk about accents. I heard you were into Italian, French etcetera?" Y/N laughed as she held the question cards in her hand. She was simply doing her weekly interview for her YouTube channel, that would be released on the following Friday. The rest of the week she would focus on her gaming channel, her main account and socials.
"Yeah I do. They're very attractive. I really like Italian. Like I'd hear an Italian accent and be like 'DAMN!' He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, smiling to try and hold the laugh back.

"What about British accents? What's your opinion on them?" Y/N asked with a cheeky subtle smile on her face.
"I quite like the Hull accent." Timothée said, looking deadpan at the camera.
"The Hull accent?" Y/N let out a shocked laugh and looked at him wide eyed as Y/Ns friends who help out with filming all chuckled quite loudly.
"Why are you all laughing?" He laughed nervously. "The hull accent is so attractive! I like Hull, Essex..."
"Can't you go up a bit higher?" Y/N laughed again and took a sip of her drink.

Timothée raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Why? Is that where you're fr- in fact you know what accent I do like."
"What accent do you like?"
"The Yorkshire accent." He smirked and looked at Y/N quickly, who slid down dramatically in her chair. "What? I like the Yorkshire accent. Is that where you're from?"
"Yeah I'm from Yorkshire." Y/N grinned.
"You don't have as much as an accent."
"It's not as broad, no. But I'm still from Yorkshire."
"Oh yeah? Where about? I might have to visit some day." He winked at the camera and turned to see Y/N internally dying.

He placed his arm around Y/N laughing, and looked at the people behind the camera. "I'm sorry, I'm just killing her. Don't mind me." He laughed softly and ruffled her hair, causing Y/N to slide down onto the table and hide her face that clearly showed her flustered expression. When she sat back up, she explained that she was from Leeds and the two somehow got onto a conversation about Y/N's life instead of Timothée's.
"So no yeah, I'm a Yorkshire lass. Always have been, always will be."
"There it is." Timothée grinned, now hearing the Yorkshire in her accent.

"I was just so confused obviously because you're in London and I couldn't pinpoint it because it wasn't an obvious accent. You just don't have an accent." Timothée explained.
"Yeah I've had a lot of people say that. I've had people say I have a flat accent, or a monotone accent."
"That describes it perfectly, dear."
As the interview continued, the two spoke about other subjects and told some stories of their lives, getting to know more about each other than the normal people would who you'd talk to on the street.

"We'll it's been an absolute pleasure that you've taken the time to come here and film this little mini interview with me. It was definitely a long reach so the shock when you said you'd do it was insane." Y/N laughed and Timothée shrugged with a happy smile on his face.
"I can't turn down an interview when it gives me a chance to get to know people outside of the casts of projects I work on. But it certainly has been a pleasure." He bowed down dramatically and kissed the top of Y/N's hand with a soft laugh. "I'll see you around."
"See you."

"That was 2 years ago?!" Timothée turned around to Y/N, a shocked look on his face and she nodded.
"Yeah. 2 long years ago." Y/N said sarcastically with a wink. Timothée brought the 2 drinks over that he had just gotten from the mini fridge and passed one to Y/N before taking a seat next to her and placing an arm behind her on the back of the sofa. "And you didn't talk to me for a good 7 months after that." Y/N laughed and Timothée rolled his eyes, softly hitting Y/N on the shoulder in a joking manner.

"Hey you never got in touch!"
"I did! Once..."
"We'll you can't expect me to see just one message from you. Do you know how many message requests I get in a day? And I couldn't have emailed you because it's not me that has control over my business email soooo..." he smirked and rolled his eyes before looking at Y/N and placing a kiss on the side of her head.
"Well we're here now so let's not complain." Y/N raised her glass and Timothée cheers'd his glass too.
"I'm not the one complaining, you are." He smiled.

His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips and placed a soft kiss against her lips, holding the back of her head with his free hand, his glass still in the other.
"And here we are now, hiding in our accommodation because neither of us could be bothered to attend the after after party." He chuckled and Y/N shrugged.
"I'd rather be here tonight."
"You and me both, dear."