A Collection of Imagines

Timothée

Should Visit More Often 

The expectation of what a movie set look, feels and sounds that I had a few hours ago was a complete understatement. The amount of people running while they carry clipboards and heavy camera equipment is astonishingly vast. It took me ten minutes to find someone that didn't look like what they were doing was incredibly and would lose their job if they stopped for a couple of seconds. I tapped the shoulder of what looked like an assistant of some kind with her hair tucked behind large headphones and I clipboard practically sewn to her chest because she was holding it so tight. I asked her where he could be. She haphazardly points me in the direction of a crowd that has from on the base of some stairs at some townhouse. I clutch my umbrella tighter in my grasp. With the feeling of butterflies, I walk silently towards the crowd. 

"Three minutes to go." The line is too simple. This shot is too simple. Desperately trying not to look at the camera, I look anywhere else. For a second, I watch the rain drip off of my clear umbrella. It's something my character would do. Quickly, I glance at the ground while I deliver the next line after pretending to here my costar's response on the prop phone. A puddle has formed a few paces away from me. The trickle of raindrops penetrate the surface of the water. Simple and elegant. The director yells cut and his assistant yells for wrap on this scene. It was too easy, so evidently it was going to be a short shoot. The director tells me they're going to set up the next shot and rehearsals was going to happen in two hours. My eyes drift behind him. A figure emerges from the hot air that formed a slight fog from the hot press that came in contact with wet clothes. Like a scene in a movie, her face is revealed to me. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up violently. 

My eyes slip around a few people trying to find his face. I huff out a frustrated breath. Reading to give up and turn back around to that assistant again, I spot him. He hands someone a his clear umbrella and lets the cold New York rain drench his hair. His eyes find mine and the smile that follows is contagious. With great comedy, he unbuttons his brown wool jacket that reveals a blue button-up and a red undershirt and slips between the many people that stood in between us. He shuffles awkward around people who to get various items off the ground before they completely soaked in the rainwater. I laugh at the way his skinny legs that were now dressed in brown slacks and how they tried to slip away from frantic bodies without a sound. 

She flies a hand up to stop herself from laughing like a mad woman at the way I'm trying to get to her. I finally make it past the last person. I buckle my knees with my hands thrown out in front of me tied in with a face of pleasure. A gesture to show her that I'm so glad that she came. A gesture to show her that she's saving my life once again. I can hear a cackle escapes from the spaces of her fingers and I pick up my pace. My leather covered feet clap against the cement of the wet road as I run to her. She dips her thin black umbrella  towards the ground and extend her arms out in surrender. Her laugh fills my ears as I place my hands around her. 

He lifts me up to the sky and spins me like I was a child. I laugh like one. I feel his cold hands through the material of my turtle neck, but I don't mind. He looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist and he holds me closer. Despite him being so skinny, I'm surprised he could carry my weight. 

My hands grope her jean cover jeans and I squeeze her just underneath her ass. To make sure the affectionate gesture was covered by her over-sized tan coat, she looks down in between the two of us. She looks back up and gives me a funny face. I laugh and press my smile against hers. I've missed her taste. I've been gone too long. She should visit more often. 

His lips send a string of goosebumps down my spine whilst forming a bush on my cheeks. My free hand tangles itself in his hair, pulling slightly at the root. We both attack each other passionately with no fucks if anyone could see us right now. Slowly, he unwraps my legs from his waist and places me back on the ground without breaking the long awaited kiss. Before I could pull away, he places his hands behind my neck and his thumbs trace the bone of my cheeks. Its a sweeter, gentle kiss. The difference between the two are interesting yet enticing every time. He pulls away and I bring up the umbrella to shield us from the rain again. I should visit more often.

"You want to go to lunch? I have two hours and I know a great bagel shop around the corner."

"Bagels for lunch?" 

"Why not?"

"Yes, please. I'm starving." 

I take her hand and walk the same direction she came. I took a few strides away from her, but she catches up to me to hover the umbrella over my drenched hair again. I chuckle next to her. As a reward, I dip my head down again to place a small kiss on her red cheeks. Even though I'm disappointed that I only have two hours with her to spend, I know that it will be two of the best hours I will ever have.