Timothée Chalamet One-shots

Mystery's lover Pt.1

      Y/N was peacefully drinking they're coffee in the comfort of their own home. The day was shiny, the birds chirped, and you watched as a film crew drove past your Italian cottage. You had heard about the filming of a new movie called Call Me by Your Name starring one of your favorite actors. He had starred in several movies before this one and you had learned more English so that I could hear his voice and understand what was being said. Your whole life you had only been taught Italian, your family never saw English as a language that should be taught to the children of the family.  

     Your father always wanted something better than the American lifestyle your mother had tried to bring back to your home after a trip she had taken to America to visit your sickly Aunt.  She never wished to force it upon your family, but your father took it that way. You had moved out of your parents home at 17, and you had moved into a cottage your family had owned for years. It was the dream any average teen who had over-controlling families.  You didn't own a tv, or half the electronics most people your age did. You didn't grow up with that due to your father believing the devil sent those electronics to try and get us to sin. Y/N thinks it's a load of bullshit.   

You walked outside to watch the crew and cast go by. That's when you saw him. Timothèe Chalamet. He was riding a bike beside what you could only assume was Armie Hammer. Y/N wasn't sure due to the lack of ever seeing the man, but Armie was the only man that looked like a  dominant person unlike the other men on the cast. 

Y/N followed the cast and crew to the little cottage area that was down the road from their cottage. They snooped around the set and a tap on your shoulder. You whipped around to only see the Timothée Chalamet. You brushed the fact that the dreamiest guy you could think of was standing right in front of you. You smiled and looked at him. 

"What brings you to Crema Italy," You said smiling softly. 

"Oh, well I'm filming a new movie. I think you should really come be an extra in it. Do you live around here?"

Y/N nods and points in the direction of their cottage "I live down the road in that old beat-up house. It's not much but I am only 18" You said as you attempted to fix the nonexistent piece of hair. "I don't think you'd want me as an extra, sir" 

"Don't call me sir. I'm only a few years older" 

You roll your eyes and mumble a 'whatever'. You walk around the set as Timothée followed you around like a lost puppy. After you got a good look at the place half the movie will be filmed you decided to leave. 

"So what's your name?" Timothée asked while plucking a blue alpine daisy from the ground. 

"It's Y/N" You said. You quickly write down your address and hand it to him "If you truly wish for me to be apart of this film like you expressed then you'll come to get me, right?". He nods and you walk back to your cottage.  

Later that day, he did. He brought along the directors and Armie. You didn't want all sorts of attention you were being given.