TMR/TBS Imagines

Thomas // Kissing Scene *REQUEST*

* This imagine was requested by GraceLuna17
Thank you for being patient with me and I hope you like it even thought it's really short! I wrote it a little differently than I usually do, so I hope it makes sense.

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Acting had been my passion for years. The way I could make somebody feel a certain emotion, whether it was happiness, sadness, anger, or sympathy, just by the expressions on my face. I enjoyed the traveling to exotic and beautiful parts of the world with amazing people who shared the same passion as me.

The job had it's ups and downs like every job had. The traveling was a big plus, as well as the choice of when I can work or not, simply by choosing when to audition. The negative part was only one thing- one person: Thomas Brodie Sangster.

Who would have thought the boy I spent years admiring in his own movies, would end up being my mortal enemy? Who would have thought that the sweet kid from Love Actually, actually was the biggest jerk I had ever met?

"(Y/N)!" Speak of the devil. "You're needed on set! Try not to screw this scene up like the last time." Rolling my eyes, I hopped off my labeled chair and sat my script on it.

"No matter what I do it's still better than what you just did. You do know you're supposed to have talent right?" I mocked, smirking as I saw the angry look spread across his smug face. I walked past him while checking his shoulder to get to my position in front of the camera.

The rest of the cast had gotten used to the bantering between us, and most of them thought it was funny considering our characters were love interests. On screen we had to pretend that there was love between us, but off camera we were fighting until our faces were blue.

And the worst part, I was having mixed feelings towards him. He was an asshole to me, yet I still felt butterflies when he would look at me. I still loved to watch him act, whether it was with me or not. I especially loved acting with him, because for just a couple minutes I could pretend he didn't hate me.

"Alright," Wes Ball, our director, began as I joined beside Thomas. I stuck my tongue out when he crossed his arms over his chest with a deep scowl on his face. He couldn't even be professional. "For this scene, Amelia and Newt are finally admitting their feelings. You two will read off your scripts and then have your kiss and then-"

"Kiss?!" Thomas and I shouted at the same time. We shared a look before turning it back to our director.

"You two are supposed to be in love. Yes, you're gonna kiss," he said in a 'duh' tone. Wes walked off to be behind the camera as Thomas and I took our positions.

We were inside the room they made to look like the Council Hall from the book. I began the scene sitting on the bench across in the center of the room, waiting for Thomas who was about to enter the room. We had already changed into our costumes and went through make up to have us look like we were covered in sweat and dirt.

"And action!" Wes gave the cue and I finally snapped out of my head.

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"Amelia?" Newt called, rushing into the council hall. He scanned the room, and his eyes softened when they fell on me. He slowly made his way over, as if he didn't want to frighten me away with any sudden movements.

"What are you doing in here? I've been looking for you for half the day." Newt sat down beside me, leaving a body width beside us.

"It's all too much. Everything that's going on with the girl and the greenie... it's something we've never dealt with before." Newt had moved the last distance between us and took both my hands in his.

"Hey, you can't think like that," Newt whispered, lifting my chin up with his thumb. "It's something new but we can still get through it. If we've gone this long without any help, then we can get through for this. I'll help you. I'm right here for you, always."

Newt leaned in, closing the distance between our faces. His eyes were staring down at my lips and only once looked up at my eyes. With a split second of bravery, I pressed our lips together.

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"Cut!" Wes yelled seconds after we broke from the kiss. We were slow to back away and I was too frozen to move. Thomas and I just stared at each other, taking in this new feeling.

The kiss was amazing. I had imagined kissing him before, but it felt so much better in person. It's like I forgot every time he teased me when I felt his warm lips on mine.

"Umm, that was," I began but lost my voice in my throat. His Adams-apple bobbed as he swallowed while he took his hand off my neck.

"Amazing," he finished for me. My breath hitched in throat as my eyes widened in shock. When he saw the confused look on my face, he took my hands again. "(Y/N), I don't hate you. I just don't know how to express my feelings well. I actually do like you."

"You couldn't have just said that before?" I chuckled, putting my hands around his neck. He laughed too, and leaned in to kiss me again. Maybe I wouldn't hate acting anymore.