i wish this had been in the films sigh

Quiet - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

A/N -  Thanks so much for the ongoing support for all the one shots I keep spamming you guys with. Any requests would be appreciated 

Bucky x Reader - Bucky gets jealous over Steve’s constant need to save you.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut.

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Fucking Idiot

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cute Fluffness & Swearing

(you should know by now that I swear all the time in my imagines lol)

Word Count: 1,000

A/N: Sorry I posted this late but I love you all!! I really wanted to type something about his nose getting broken for a second time.

me working on future posts like v

Originally posted by amethystslinky

[Reader’s POV]

  Today you were walking Tessa out in town for a little while. You needed to be out and about since it was healthy for the baby. Of course people snapped pictures which made you uneasy without Tom. One man came close and Tessa barked at him to make him go away. She was protecting you and the baby.

   You had an hour before Tom’s flight would land so you thought this opportunity would be great. Harrison wasn’t responding to your messages since he told you to stay off of social media. His warning was it could harm the baby if I got stressed. Of course you wanted to look but you took Harrison’s word for it.

“Hey your Tom Holland’s wife right?” a teenager asks coming up to you and Tessa. Giving her a smile you nod.

“Can I please take a picture with you?I-I mean if you don’t mind, My friends will never believe me” She gushes pushing up her glasses. Freckles adorned her cheeks, your heart wanting your daughter to be sweet as this.

“Of course love get your phone out” She pulls her phone out of her bag while you tell Tessa to sit. She angles the camera so all of you are in the frame. Tessa’s tag was wagging and hitting your ankle.

“Thank you so much! You’re going to be a great mum, Tom is lucky to have you! Bye Tessa, tell Tom Roxy says Hi!” she waves before walking down the street. Her backpack bouncing as she ran towards the bus that pulled up to the curb.

“Alright Tess let’s go stop at the store real quick and pick something up yeah?” Tugging her leash a bit we head towards a grocery store. Thinking you wouldn’t get too much because you had to carry it all back.


[Tom’s POV]

“Mate how bad is it? Do you think she’s going to freak out?” I ask Harrison opening up the camera on my phone. Looking at my reflection I cringe at the sight. My gaze moving to Harrison with fear in my eyes.

“Dude it’s so bad, she’s going to flip her shit… you know it’s going to be worse since she has all those extra hormones thanks to the baby…” Harrison laugh before looking back at his phone. Rolling my eyes I feel a pain of guilt from lying to her.

   Recently she texted me asking if everything was okay because of what Harrison said to her. Yet in reality everything is not okay. My face is swollen, it’s bruised and sensitive to the touch. I couldn’t even cover it with makeup. I miserably failed at trying to cover it up and just gave up in general.

   I FaceTimed her before I broke my nose on set that day. We were wrapping up week two of Chaos Walking and I fucked up again. My fans gave me so much shit for it. Literally a walking meme,I saw so many memes about me. I still get teased about not saying croissant right. Quackson will forever be the meme of my existence.

“I told her not to check social media so she wouldn’t stress out because I’m not losing my goddaughter to you being careless on set Tom” Harrison remarks sending a quick glare to me. Harrison hasn’t looked at me like that before.

“You’re exaggerating, I couldn’t possibly cause that” I deny looking at Harrison as if he was insane. Me be the cause of my daughter’s death?

“It’s possible Tom, women who are pregnant and go through high amounts of stress can lead to a miscarriage.. I swear I’ve done more research than you mate” his tone laced with seriousness but teasing me. I couldn’t tell if he was more serious than teasing me.

“Shut it Harrison, I’m the father of this baby.. I’m supposed to know more here” I say pulling my phone out of my jacket pocket. Opening up my instagram and taking a scroll through. Another text message pops up on my notification bar.

Love of my LIFE:

Tom are you sure everything’s okay?


Yeah everything’s fine love, see you in a few hours.. Give Tess a kiss for me and I’ll see you tonight for dinner with the family since I’ll only be home for two days..

Love of my LIFE:

Met one of your fans today, Her name is Roxy and she says hi! I’ll make sure dinner is ready for everyone tonight. Love you xx


[Reader’s POV]

“C’mon love let’s head inside so we can get ready for everyone coming over..” Ushering Tessa to walk into the house. Carrying the bags inside the house and setting them down real quick. Standing back up straight you lock the door behind you.

   Leaning down to reach for the bags and groaning because you can’t reach them. Squatting down and grabbing the bags. Swearing underneath your breath because now you can’t stand back up.  Placing your hand on the door handle you manage to pull yourself up somehow.

   Tessa walks by tilting her head looking at you struggling. A laugh escapes your lips cause she looks so damn cute. Tom was normally the one to help you up but now that he’s been gone filming it’s been harder. You’ve had to adapt to doing things without him around.

“I wish you could be human sometimes” you sigh once you’re fully situated and not feeling off balance. You were currently three and a half months pregnant and luckily your bump wasn’t huge. Your mother had a huge bump but luckily so far you haven’t exploded.

    Time went by quicker than you thought as you made dinner in the kitchen. In between everything you set up the table with the essentials. Setting wine glasses out for Tom, Nikki, and Dom. You couldn’t wait to have alcohol again but that wouldn’t be for a while.

   Stirring the sauce in the pan and a separate sauce in case anyone had an allergy to mushrooms. You couldn’t remember which of the twins couldn’t have it so you just made two sauces. Paddy preferred marinara sauce but he called it “Red Sauce.” You never made Quinoa because Tom was sick of it ever since he could only eat that on a diet he had for a film.

    You were turning into a mom and were remembering what people liked and didn’t liked. Only reason is because you’ll have to do that when your daughter is born and as she grows up.  Your phone starts ringing making you come back to reality. Taking it off the charger you answer it bringing it up to your ear.

“Ello love, we just picked up Tom so we’ll be there in an hour okay? Traffic got crazy because of the fans knowing Tom was coming home”she explains through the the conversations going on in the background. You could hear Sam and Harry insulting each other and Paddy’s laughter.

“You two knock it off! Your mum is on the phone” Dom’s voice stern making the car go silent. Nikki thanks him for getting them to be quiet.

“That’s fine Nikki, I just have to finish the pasta and another dish so everything should be ready by then” your hands busy as the vegetables are being cut.

“I love you Darling! Ow Paddy stop!” you hear Tom’s voice in the background making you smile. Paddy is probably doing something and probably pinched Tom. Not thinking much of it you say I love you too before hanging up.

[Tom’s POV]

“Your face is fucked” Sam snickers pulling out his phone from his pocket. He takes a quick picture making me upset.

“Fuck you Sam, I’m already scared as it is..”

“Yeah scared of your pregnant wife” Harry’s laughter is joined by Sams. Rolling my eyes from their annoying comments.

“Tom did you not tell her about your nose?” Paddy asks re zipping his jacket up. Nodding my head Paddy’s eyes widen.

“But.. Tom lying isn’t nice” I was getting chastened by my youngest brother, great.

“If she swears at you I won’t be surprised” my mum turns in her seat to look back at me. Guilt growing in my chest, thanks everyone.

“Mum.. I was just trying not to freak her out” I defend myself huffing a breath out looking away from her gaze.

[Reader’s POV]

   Sighing in content when everything was done. Tessa was roaming around the kitchen looking for food that may have fallen. Heading up the stairs carefully towards our bedroom. I go to the closet to change my outfit since it had flour on it.

     You spilt flour on yourself when trying to make cookies for the boys but mainly Paddy. He loved the cookies you made and would come over sometimes to make them with you. The boys would come over to check on you and the baby when they could. His brothers have such a sweet side to them when they aren’t messing with Tom.

   Pulling another pair of maternity leggings on and grabbing a tank top out of the dresser after. Going to the closet you pick out a gray cardigan and slip it onto your arms. The fabric warming you up, the draft in the house made you chilled. Another reason why you missed Tom being home because he is so warm at night.

   Looking at yourself in the mirror and turning to the side. A smile on your face as you see your bump, it’s so damn cute. Heading out of the room you head back downstairs. Tessa following you everywhere you went. She was like your own personal guard dog when you were home alone.

   Tom’s voice comes from the foyer of the house. Reaching the last step with Tessa she jumps over to Tom. Nikki walking in with some flowers, a smile on her sweet face. Dom walks in waving at you before taking his jacket off. Looking back at Tom’s face you see his skin around his nose is bruised and swollen.

“Thomas what happened to your face?” You ask placing your hands on your hips. He slowly looks up from Tessa giving you a small smile. Sam and Harry coming in , their conversation ending.

“I uh.. Fuck. I broke my nose on set darling” Tom explains making panic flood through your system.

“You fucking idiot, that’s the second time you’ve done that.. You lied to me what the hell” annoyance in your tone but who are you kidding? You weren’t that surprised he broke it again.

“Fucking idiot” Sam and Harry say simultaneously making Tom groan. The boys laugh high fiving each other. Paddy stumbles in looking at everyone laughing at Tom. 

“Hey, what did I miss?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Nikki ruffles his hair trying to stifle her laughter.

“Let’s just say Tom learned his lesson for lying” she explains leaning down and kissing Paddy’s head.

“Alright everyone go serve yourselves, food is in the kitchen.. Also Paddy I made some cookies for you” you smile over at him. He takes off towards the kitchen followed by Sam and Harry.

“Tom why did you lie to me?” you ask stepping down from the stairs. He stands up walking over to you once everyone is in the kitchen.

“I was embarrassed okay? I’m really sorry love.. Can you forgive me?” Tom’s eyes looked pained and you felt bad. Ugh these hormones flip on and off like a switch.

“I can forgive you, but you have to put an ice pack on that right now.. Don’t be stubborn or else” You point your finger at him sternly. Pecking him on the lips you then take him to the kitchen.

   Going into the kitchen you walk over to the fridge. Opening the freezer you grab a bag of peas out. Handing them to him he puts the bag on his nose wincing. Laughing at how silly he looked with the bag on his face. It was good to see him home even if it was just for a little while.

“I love you” a smile on your face as you looked at Tom. He takes his free hand grabbing one of yours.

“More than yesterday?” He asks with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes you nod.

“Yes Tom, more than yesterday” His smile always making your heart flutter. Your love for him grows more and more each day.

Luckiest Girls in the World l Chris Evans

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing 

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

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Characters: Taron Egerton x Reader

Song: Crave - Waterparks

Words: 500+

I wish I could forget you, but it’s out of hand, I’d give all kinds of something, to have a plan, I could write a couple lines that’d fall into a phrase, but I’m afraid I’d go off for days and days and days and days.

I’m craving a getaway from the Smooth talk, that’s keeping me grounded, to the carpet in my room, my quiet blue tomb of you.

“Taron please understand this,” you said and threw your hands in the air. You were trying to break up with the love of your life, you didn’t want to, but you had to. 

You were leaving England to go work in America and didn’t know if you would ever come back and stay in England. 

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The Contest-Part 26

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA@oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I stared at Missouri, eyes wide with shock.  “You have got to be kidding! Not only do I have a witch hijacking my body, but I’m gonna have a baby too? I’m not ready to be anyone’s mother!”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked Missouri, looking like he’d been blindsided. Missouri nodded, not saying anything more.

“So I’m gonna be an uncle?” Dean said excitedly.  He was the only one who seemed remotely pleased.

 “Lucifer wants to kill me because my son is destined to kill him?  Sounds very Sarah Conner, doesn’t it? So now I not only have to worry about keeping myself alive but I have to worry about a baby too?  Great, just great!” I stood up angrily.

“Gem….” Sam began, reaching out and grabbing my arm to keep me from leaving the table.

I jerked my arm out of his grasp.  “Don’t…..I can’t.”  I turned and walked away from the table, and they heard my door slam. 

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anonymous asked:

1&27 from the promp thing

Everyone had told you you were crazy, getting married at twenty three was way too young. Your lives were just starting, two growing actors that had just landed huge roles. It was just puppy love and it would soon pass. But you both were stubborn and did it anyways without telling either of your parents.

Of course Harrison was the best man and you had your friend flown out. It took less than twenty four hours from Tom jokingly suggesting the idea of marriage to you becoming Mrs. Tom Holland. The two of you couldn’t be happier.

All it took was a small tweet and the world knew about your decision, but you two didn’t pay attention. You had each other and that’s all that mattered.

You both stayed in bed that day, wrapped up in each other, just enjoying each other’s company. It had been so long since you both had time together, this was pure bliss.

Darling, you’re my everything.” He kissed your forehead, holding you close.

“I just wish we could enjoy this longer. I just wish we were home instead of being in a whole different country filming twenty four, seven.” You sighed, your hands danced against his, your thumb occasionally playing with the new ring on your finger.

I look at you and I’m home.” His brown eyes met yours. “No matter where we are or how far apart we are.”

“You promise to love me forever? Even if the odds are against us?” You asked.

“Till death do us part.”

“Mate? You okay?” Harrison knocked at his best friend’s bedroom door, opening it slightly to find Tom sitting at the edge of his bed. He looked exhausted, black circles circled his sunken eyes. He hadn’t slept in days, hadn’t eaten anything longer. He was falling apart and had no intention of keeping himself together.

“Tom?” Harrison knelt down in front of his friend trying to get in eyesight but his curls blocked him from the world that he no longer wanted to be a part of.

It had been a long week, they were currently working on two movies at once and reading a script for a third. Tom was keeping himself busy and his mind distracted, Harrison honestly thought he was getting better. He had started smiling again, went out with friends, he even forced himself to go to the gym on his worst days but he couldn’t control the nights. They were lonely and cold and it gave him time to think.

He blamed himself, you wouldn’t have been out that night if he hadn’t instigated a fight. You just wanted his opinion on a dress but he was tired and didn’t care so you left after almost a half an hour fighting and you just never came back.

It was a drunk driver, you died on impact, they said you didn’t even feel a thing.

“I don’t know how to do this.” Tom finally spoke, his voice cracking. “I have tried so hard.”

There was nothing Harrison could say to make his friend feel any better, everything that could be said already had been.

“I have tried to talk to other girls but no other smile could even compare to hers. I dream of her every night, I think of her every second I’m awake. I don’t know how to live without her.” He threw his head back, letting out a sad laugh. Harrison could see the tear stains on his face.

“I have no idea how to fold clothes as well as she did. Mine always come out a wrinkly mess. And she never told me the recipe for my favorite soup she’s make when I was sick. I have tried to look it up but it’s nowhere.”

“She was a horrible cook, Tom.” Harrison smiled.

“Yeah but she was really good at making that one thing. And she had this way of organizing our bills that I can’t figure out so they have been sitting on the table for a month. It has only been a month Harrison and I feel like it has been an eternity.” He played with his wedding band that worse snuggly around his ring finger.

“It takes time, Tom, but you know she wouldn’t want you to feel this way.” Harrison put his hand on Tom’s shoulder, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb.

“I miss her.” He said simply.

“Me too.”

A/N: i hate this but im just going to post it anyways.

i could have made it really cute but where is the fun in that

BTS reaction to you laughing hard at their lame joke.

btswifi said:can you do a BTS reaction to them telling you a really lame joke but you start laughing really hard? thank you


Namjoon: He gets a little annoyed by how much your “laughing”. He knew his joke was lame, but he found it funny, he was sure that you wouldn’t find it funny tho. So when you started laughing your guts out, he knew you were acting. “Gosh..was it that bad?”

Originally posted by jinnamjoon

Suga: You agreed to hear his joke, but before he even could say the “Main” part of the joke (the part your suppose to laugh at), you was already laughing. You: “That was a nice-” Him: “That wasn’t even the joke.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jhope: You stop by the camera while he was there, just to say hi to the camera. Him: “Wanna hear this joke I came up with?” You: *Sigh* “Sure” Him: *Tells lame joke* You: *Laughs uncontrollably* “Gosh, I have to go now, I’ll see you later” *still laughing uncontrollably* Him: *Turns to camera man* “Did you get all that?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jin: He laughs along with you. “I wish the members had sense of humor like you do.”

Originally posted by y93

Jimin: He honestly don’t know what’s so funny. He played a silent film character…..so clearly the joke he “told” couldn’t of been that funny, since he didn’t say anything.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Taehyung: The joke was funny even though it was lame, but it was one of those jokes that’s funny for about 20 seconds. So your non stop laughing was a little too much. To think he would enjoy you laughing so much at his joke, instead he sat confused on why you wasn’t shutting up.

Originally posted by se-tae

Jungkook: You had a thing you do when you were lying, your nostrils would flare up, and you would blink twice. Since you laughed so hard, he wasn’t paying attention to the fact your nose flared and you blinked twice. He decides to tell the boys the “joke” that he thinks you loved so much. Members: “You said y/n loved this joke..?” Him: “Yes, you should of seen her” Members: “….Did her nose..flare.?” Him: “I don’t think-” Members: “Did she blink twice with no break?” Him: *Remembers* *Sighs*

Originally posted by liveforeverneversaynever


Tonight was fun. I didn’t even go out for fireworks.

Sheila and I have great neighbors. We enjoy spending time with them. This afternoon’s cookout served two purposes.

First, the 4th of July holiday was a great excuse to hang out, eat, and drink with friends. There were eight couples. Several children came and went. A few dogs hung around until fireworks noise drove them inside.

As I look at the group photo I wish I had thought to get more group photos, from childhood on. It would be so cool to have a picture of all the kids on my home street when we were growing up. A group picture of the guys I hung out with in high school would have been nice to have.

*sigh* Those were the days before cell phones, selfies, and free digital photos. Who remembers Fotomat kiosks or getting film developed at a drug store? They sent film out to a lab so we had to wait a week to see if the pictures even turned out OK.

Second, one of the couples is moving from our street. The husband recently retired. They are downsizing and moving to a town-home in a nearby city. Our host offered up a toast to these fine people. We shared fun stories and memories. Then they were declared honorary residents of our street forever.

Lucky I’m In Love With My Best Friend

This is the ninth part in my Chris Evans x Reader series that I have named “Song Lyrics For The Win.” I’ve tried to get lyrics from songs that I can then use as the title. Preferably a lyric pair that can be split into 2 one shots.

Pairing: Chris x Reader
Words: 873
Parts Nine, Ten, And Eleven are from “Lucky” by Colbie Caillat and Jason Mraz; song suggestion given by @bradygabrielle-blog

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.
A/N: If you think of a set of lyrics, send ‘em in.
A/N: I don’t have any other parts after this….so…you gotta send some ideas in.


          You were tired. You had been filming all day for the sequel to the movie you and Chris had done. The two of you were working nonstop. Sure, you were together all the time, but it seemed like you were just tired all the time.

           “Hey, Baby,” Chris sat down next to you during a break between scenes, “You okay?” he asked.

           “Just tired,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

           “You’ve been working hard,” he said.

           “So have you,” you said.

           “Yeah, but I’m used to filming for hours on in, doing fight scenes, and getting little sleep,” he said, “I’ve become accustomed to not sleeping and being Captain America all day,” he said.

           You sighed, “Wish I could bounce back like you.”

           Chris chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “I’m gonna help you relax and get some rest.”


           “You’ll see.”

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Because of @boopifer and Sebastian Stan and the pandas (I CANNOT EVEN HOW IS HE REAL), here, have some Extra Sugar with a panda plushie. (For the record, this was almost MUCH filthier. Like, such that my brain, having had the idea, stopped me from writing it.)


“How’re you doing, sub?” Chris’s voice rumbles low and concerned and loving from Sebastian’s iPad, propped up on the bed. “Feelin’ okay?”

“More or less, yes.” He runs a hand through his hair, knowing it’s a nervous gesture, knowing his Dominant’ll pick that up as well as the cuddly sweats and cozy blanket-burrow. His body’s relaxed—Chris hasn’t been gone that long, and Chris is here, talking to him—but nevertheless. Four days.

This is only day one.

“God, I wish I could be there.” Sincere longing colors Chris’s tone. “This timing fuckin’ sucks.”

“Agreed, sir.” Chris had been invited to open an exhibit in San Francisco; Sebastian’d been planning to come, but timelines and scheduling had shuffled around with his Marvel contract, and then he’d been unexpectedly offered a chance to write the score for not one but three other films, and he’d had to juggle meetings with directors, some of whom were only free that weekend…

He sighs. “I’m handling everything.”

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Sincere - D.O Imagine

✉ ❝D.O has a kissing scene in a movie and you have to hide that it makes you uncomfortable, but then while watching the movie together, you admit it troubles you and he reassures you.

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It was ironic to think you were your own boyfriend’s fan, but Kyungsoo was one of the most talented actors you knew - even if your opinion was a bit biased. Every time you watched him on screen it sent chills down your spine; the amount of emotion he put into his rolls took your breath away. Watching him in character was like seeing the face of someone you knew so well on a completely different person.

You were always incredibly happy for him when new opportunities arose, it meant more chances for Kyungsoo to show off his gift and become an even more esteemed actor. And it was always exciting to see what he would be playing next.

However, most recently you were nagged with rumors that there would be an amorous kissing scene in his upcoming movie, where he would be playing the love interest of the main character. You didn’t know why it upset you, obviously you should have expected this. Almost every movie had a touch of romance, so Kyungsoo would probably have ended up with a part sooner or later.

It all came with the career, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Of course the kiss wouldn’t mean anything to him - it was just acting, it was his job. He was playing the role of a boy in love with this girl, when he was truly in love with you in real life. Yet you couldn’t shake the image of it from your mind, Kyungsoo kissing her like he kissed you, which was something that was only meant for the two of you - no one else. But you would scold yourself for assuming it was anything more than the making of a film, because it wasn’t. The scene shouldn’t matter so much when this project was to help your boyfriend gain more publicity, but it kept you awake at night; tossing and turning while Kyungsoo slept peacefully with an arm around your waist.

You were almost afraid to watch the movie when it was released, hung up on the ideas fans had about what the part would be like. All their thoughts on the subject only increased your worries. Though when Kyungsoo came home, tired with circles under his eyes, he would wrap you up in a hug with a kiss on your cheek and tell you how happy he was with how things were coming along. You would nod and grin as he animatedly told you the details of his day and every little thing he had done. You were so glad he was having the time of his life, and didn’t want to seem selfish with bringing up your meaningless worry over one small, short scene. So you kept your mouth shut as not to upset him. Knowing him, he might actually consider not doing the kiss if it made you uneasy. And you were not going to interfere with his career because you were the one who couldn’t handle it.

Kyungsoo wanted it to be a surprise, and thought you would be elated when he came home with the DVD in a simple case he got from the producers. Being one of the stars of the movie, he got a copy before it was even released in theaters. That way he could experience it for the first time with you, snuggled up on the couch with blankets and popcorn. To him, that was one of the best parts of filming.

When he arrived, you had started at his cheer of triumph, instead of tackling him in an embrace like you usually did the day he received the hard copy.

“Jagi, the movie came out today,” He tried, wondering if maybe you just hadn’t realized what he had brought home. “Are you ready to watch it?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nodded instead, looking the most unenthusiastic he had ever seen you. His brow furrowed in confusion as he slid down next to you, eyes brushing over your features with concern.

“We don’t have to see it now, maybe tomorrow?”

“No, it’s okay,” You smiled brightly, a little too much so if he was really looking. But then again he might be over-analyzing the situation. “Sorry, I’m just kind of tired, but I’ll fight through it; make coffee if I have to.”

Kyungsoo chuckled, then cupped your face to kiss you. You could feel him smiling, acting like the ray of sunshine he was after finishing a movie. This time around, he hadn’t told you too much about the plot of the story, explaining that he wanted it to be a surprise. He was so proud of all the hard work he put in, while you stressed over the romantic aspect. It was silly, but enough to make you pull away from his lips, nudging his hand that held the disk.

Not thinking anything of it, he practically bounded over to slip the movie in, turning back to slide in beside you on the couch, grinning. Your heart raced as the opening menu appeared, hoping Kyungsoo wouldn’t notice your sweaty palms or the flush to your cheeks.

Your boyfriend leaned against you after pressing play, the soundtrack beginning peacefully. He slipped an arm around your waist, so close you could feel his chest rising and falling with every breath. He radiated warmth, cozier than any blanket you owned. Snuggling against him, you kept your eyes on the screen and bit your lip with anticipation.

Like always, you cheered with delight once he appeared. Kyungsoo smiled down at you, but you were too focused on the movie version of him. He managed to captivate you every time with his acting, becoming a completely different person. It was like slipping on a mask, and he wore it well. You couldn’t have been more proud.

Despite your best efforts, your gaze always went to him on screen, whether or not he was speaking or standing off to the side. You had a habit of ignoring what you were really supposed to be paying attention to, and instead staring at him.

“Jagi, you’re missing it,” He teased, poking your cheek. Kyungsoo was the one to make sure you stayed on track. Reluctantly, you concentrated on the girl speaking, who coincidentally was the love interest of Kyungsoo’s character. She was very beautiful, and had a nice smile. She too was a great actress, and made very convincing facial expressions with her lines. Her eyes evened seemed to shine when she looked at him, and you wondered if yours did that too.

There was only about fifteen minutes left in the movie, and you were beginning to feel a bit relieved. Besides the rumors, you’d heard no verification that there was actually going to be a kissing scene. Kyungsoo hadn’t said anything, and you had refrained from asking for obvious reasons.

Yet his hand had moved down to curl around yours, giving a squeeze. Glancing up from your conjoined fingers, your heartbeat began to race at the sight of Kyungsoo and the main female lead. They were standing very close together, and was holding her hands, just like he was yours at the moment. They began to move even closer, and he was looking at her with so much emotion in his eyes; it seemed very real.

Your breath hitched when he cupped a hand around her cheek, and time slowed as he angled his mouth towards her own, beginning to close the little space left between them.

Meanwhile Kyungsoo himself was watching you intently, taking in your parted lips and wide eyes. Before you could see them kiss, you turned away from the screen with a slight grimace, only to find yourself facing your boyfriend who raised his eyebrows in surprise at your expression.

“Y/N?” He questioned, voice laced with concern. With a click of the remote, he paused the movie. “Are you - ”

“No, I’m fine,” You said quickly. “Sorry, you can play it.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He shifted so he was sitting up straight, his large eyes not leaving your face, while your own were looking anywhere but him.

“Nothing, really.” Putting as much conviction into your tone as possible. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Does it bother you?” Of course he knew exactly the right questions to ask.

“No.” He tilted his head to the side, waiting for you to tell the truth. Kyungsoo knew you well enough to be able to read into every little detail. You loved him, but right now that was not an aspect you were a fan of. “Okay, yes, but it’s not a big deal.”

“Y/N? Why does it bother you?” You risked a glance at his face, and then wished you hadn’t. He looked hurt, and you sighed through your nose, knowing you should have been the adult you were and not gotten so worked up.

“I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You insisted, fully aware of Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn’t angry - though he should be - just wanting you to be honest with him. “It feels weird, seeing you kiss someone else.”

Gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you onto his lap, tilting your chin up to look him in the eye. Like you had seen him do only moments ago in the film.

“It’s a movie, it’s just acting.” He said, using the same voice as when he spoke to you late at night, telling you anything and everything to help you fall asleep.

“Believe me, I know that. But for some reason, it makes my chest ache. I just didn’t want to make you feel bad about this part since it’s a project you worked so hard on, so when I heard the rumors that this…scene would be here, I didn’t say anything.”

“I should’ve told you about it, instead of wanting to have a big revelation.” He pressed his nose to the top of your head.

“No, no, it’s not your fault.” You assured him. “I shouldn’t be such a baby about it, I know it’s not real.”

“You’re right, it’s not. If you think I look at her like I’m head over heels in love, then you should see how I look at you. I was pretending to be someone who loves her, and that someone did. But I don’t.” Kyungsoo kissed you, slowly and fondly. You realized you didn’t need to see his scene in the movie, because this was so much more loving than any kiss onscreen. And better, in your opinion.


  "I need to get this done,“ mumbled Jackson, barely looking up at the sound of her voice. He had been going over the video footage that he had taken. It was exhausting but he knew that if he didn’t finish, he might not pass the class. A sigh escaped from him and he looked over at her,” Sometimes I wish I hadn’t decided to try to get into the film industry.“ He was clicking a few more buttons on his keyboard, reaching for the beer beside him,” I told you that I wasn’t going to be able to make it to dinner tonight.“

Movie Night (Robbie Kay Request)

“Alright guys, get into place and we’ll start the scene.” The director said, as you sighed deeply wondering if it would ever end.

“You ready?” Robbie said with a small smile, “We can do it.”

You smiled back, “Let’s give it a shot.”

It was a fighting scene, where your character was mad that Robbie’s character lied. The characters were just friends, so it meant you had to convincingly be angry at someone pretending to be your best friend. There were some feelings that developed between the two of you in this scene, but deep down you wish the script had a kissing scene, as you had always had a small crush on Robbie. You both had become quite close throughout filming, and you sometimes watched movies in your hotel rooms after filming.

“Cut!” The director yelled again, “Alright, how about we take a 10 minute break and start over.”

You sighed again, “I don’t think it’s ever been this hard to film a damn scene.”

Robbie let out a laugh, “Well it’d be easier if you weren’t so awful.”

You scoffed and hit his arm, “Right back at you, Kay.”

He smiled, “Honestly I thought the third time was pretty good but hey, I’m not the director.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the tree behind you, “You think we’ll ever get it?”

“I hope so.” He said, “I’m starving.”

You laughed, “Are you ever not hungry?”

He shrugged, “You still coming to watch that movie tonight?”

“If we ever leave.” You said with a smirk.

He let out a laugh, and you laughed along with him. You could tell his eyes lingered on you while you smiled. You looked away, trying to ignore his gaze. You cleared your throat, “But yeah, it’d be fun.”

He nodded, “It always is.”

You smiled at him, and you saw his expression change as one of the crew members who always flirted with you walked by. “Hey, beautiful.”

You turned your head, and leaned back up from the tree. “Hey, Dan.”

“Having trouble with the scene are we?” He said, looking mostly at Robbie. Robbie’s jaw clenched, and you frowned wondering why he was even taking him so seriously.

“We’re going to get it.” You said, shrugging him off and grabbing Robbie’s arm to walk back to the area to start filming again.

“Why are you pulling my arm?” He said, confused.

“Because your face turned bright red and you looked like a serial killer when Dan was talking. Why do you hate him so much?” You asked.

Robbie shrugged, “I don’t hate him.”

“Alright, then why do you dislike him?” You said with a smirk.

“I said I don’t.” He snapped at you, his tone now visibly annoyed.

“Alright you two, you want to try again?” The director said.

“I think we are.” You said, your tone matching his. You stepped away from Robbie and got into position. His line was first.

“Action!” The director yelled, and you shut your eyes not having to search for annoyed emotions.

“Look I didn’t mean to do what I did, it just happened. It’s not a big deal.” Robbie’s character spoke.

“Not a big deal? You lied to me! Since when is that not a big deal?” You replied.

“Come on, you have to understand-” He said, moving closer to you.

“Understand? No! No. I don’t want to understand anything. I just need to go home.”

“Please, don’t be mad at me like this.” He said, his voice now sad.

You crossed your arms, looking down and avoiding his gaze. He put his hand on your arm, hoping to have your forgiveness. You shrugged it away.

“Don’t,” You said, “I just want to know why. Why would you even do that?”

“I did it for you.” He said.

“For me? Seriously? Why the hell would you do that for me-“

Your eyes widened as he suddenly got closer to you. His hands encompassed your face and you panicked, knowing this wasn’t part of the scene. His lips hit yours roughly, and they widened one more as you realized what was happening. Your eyes closed softly, unconsciously letting yourself lean into the kiss. He broke away slowly, staring right into your eyes, hoping for a reaction. Your hand went to your lips, stunned at what happened.

“Cut!” The director yelled. You blocked out whatever he said next, keeping your eyes straight on Robbie. You assumed the scene was done because next thing you know, he was rushing past you and leaving.


You lifted your hand to knock on Robbie’s hotel room door. You sighed and knocked slowly, dripping the movie in the other hand.

He opened the door, and you breath caught in your throat as you took him in. His hair was messy, and he was wearing sweatpants and a tshirt. “Hi.”

He smiled weakly, “Hey.”

You both stared at each other blankly for a while, “You still up for the movie?”

He nodded, and opened the door for you to walk in. You walked in awkwardly, and put the movie on his bed. Neither one of you said anything, and Robbie leaned against the wall.

“Which movie did-“ Robbie began.

“Where did it come from?” You blurted out.

“What?” He said, his face reddening.

“You know what.” You said.

He sighed, “It was just in the moment, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Robbie, I thought we were friends.” You said, “I thought we mattered to each other.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “We do… We are!”

“Then why aren’t you being honest with me?” You said softly, walking towards him.

“How do you know I’m not?” He asked.

“Because I was on the other side of that kiss Robbie, and I know you felt the same thing I did.” You said.

“Which is what?” he asked again.

“You tell me.” You said.

“Y/N…” He said, hesitantly putting his hand on your cheek and brushing a strand of hair from your face. He leaned in slowly, this time allowing you to prepare for what was to come. Your lips met, at first he was soft. Your lips barely touched. Your hand moved to his neck and hair and you slowly pulled him closer to you. Your lips moved together, experiencing it fully together. You both pulled away, and smiled at each other.

“So about that movie…” You said, his face still inches from yours. Robbie smiled, and leaned in again, both of you knowing you’d probably never start it. 

#130 You're blinding me, Darling

(Okay, in all honesty I don’t even know what this is. I just really wanted to write it, okay? Sorry if this isn’t your jive. But it’s set in the 60’s *of course* and it’s just Phil and basically he gets a camera and films everything ok )

“Honey, look what I picked up!” Phil called as he closed the door.

“Well, I’ll be!” I put my hands on my hips.

Phil’d brought home one of those new fangled video recorders. Wasn’t that neat? Normal everyday folks like us could have them!

“Isn’t it swell? Let’s open her up,” he took off his coat and his hat and hung them up.

We walked into the living room and set down the large white box on the coffee table. After opening it up, we positioned it on the table and sat in front of it.

“Is it rolling?” I asked.

“I think so.” Phil leaned back and sat next to me.

There was no sound on the camera, so we just waved and smiled. Phil picked up the large camera and started walking around the room. When he made it back to me, he held out his hand.

“This is the most beautiful thing in the room,” he smiled.

“Phillip, darling, you know the camera can’t hear you,” I titled my head and smirked. “That light is awful blinding.” I shielded my eyes.

A few days later, I had to go to the doctor. I hadn’t been feeling well, and we wanted to make sure I wasn’t sick. Turns out, I was knocked up!

After returning from the doctor, we sat down in front of the camera again. I put on my nicest pearls and neatest dress. We took a sheet of paper and wrote, “There’s a bun in the oven!” Phil got behind the camera and pressed the button, and I held up the sign.

The next day, we had Daniel over. We wanted him to see the camera. Phil picked it up and began interviewing Daniel.

“Heya, Dan,” Phil laughed.

Daniel grinned at the camera for a second before pulling a wacky face. He always was a big tickle! You could see me sitting on the sofa in the back.

“So is this like a Hollywood camera? Am I a flicker on the silver screen?” He laughed and pulled a movie star pose.

“No, it doesn’t have sound. So you look mighty silly,” Phil said.

A little while later, Phil sat on the love seat across the room, while Daniel and I were on the sofa. “I’m pregnant!” I cheered to him.

Dan looked at the camera, looking like he was on cloud nine. “Really?!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms out.

I nodded and smiled as he threw his arms around me. “Congrats!”

Daniel stood up and walked over to the camera. He got real close and said, “Well, Phil’s going fast!” He winked.

“Dan!” Phil laughed.

“No one who watches this will no what he’s blabbing about anyways,” i pointed out, chuckling. Little did we know that everyone could read Dan’s lips.

The next week, I was picking out a record to play when Phil got the camera. He just stood there filming me.

“What are you eyeballin’?” I raised my eyebrow to him.

“The most lovely sight,” he winked.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Lester?” I whacked his knee lightly with the record I had in my hand.

The night we noticed my baby bump was starting to show, we immediately scurried to film it. As usual, I stood in the living room. I rolled up my blouse and smiled at the camera. We did that every time we noticed I’d gotten bigger.

Then the day before I popped, we filmed me one last time before the baby. I held up a little sign again, this time reading, “The bun is ready!”

I went into labor during the night. Thankfully, he didn’t film that! But after I had the baby, Phil really burned rubber to get the camera.

He stood there filming me and little Rebecca for a while. Poor dear, I had to cover the baby’s eyes so she didn’t get blinded by the camera!

The day we first brought the baby home, Phil did a full tour of her nursery. I have to toot my own horn, it was pretty wild. I decorated well.

He showed himself in the mirror and he was pretty goopy. He didn’t catch many Z’s while I was in labor.

He loved filming Rebecca. He loved filming her in the bath, especially! She looked so cute, splashing around.

On Rebecca’s first birthday, we filmed her whole party. She sat on her stool and really dug into her cake. After the cake, phil set the camera on the table and went around to Rebecca. From behind his back, he pulled out a Mickey Mouse doll.

“Isn’t that nice, Becky?” I put my hands on her shoulders.

The girl took the doll and Phil kissed her head. He looked tired- that was just around the time he started to get sick.

Two years and lots of memories later, Phil got sick and had to go to the hospital. He told us to bring the camera, but still insisted on filming us! He didn’t want people to see how he looked.

He held the camera on his stomach. “Phillip, you’re blinding me again!” I laughed a little.

“Sorry, dear.” He smiled weakly.

A few months later, we taught Becky how to ride a bike. Phil held the camera on the porch while Rebecca and I were on the sidewalk. I pushed her for a little bit and let go, and after a few tries, she did it!

You could see Phil laughing and clapping- he shook the camera. That was one of the last times he had a good hard laugh.

He still filmed the entire year, even though he was slowly falling apart. He never showed himself; just me and Becky.

Then one day, Phil sat down in front of the camera, unknown to me. I was out. He smiled, but it was filled with sadness. He held up a sign.

“Dear honey bun.” The first one read. He flipped it over to reveal more.

“I love you, doll. I’m glad we got circled. I’m glad I knocked you up. I’m glad we have such a swell little ankle biter. You mean the world to me. This movie has been my favorite movie.” A tear ran down his pale face.

He held up one more sign. “Also, you were right. This light is pretty blinding.”

I let out a sad sigh as they turned the tv off. I miss Phil more than anything in the world. I wish he could’ve grown old with me. I wish he could’ve seen Becky grow up. I know Dan misses him. He visited me the other day, but he didn’t seem to be doing to well.

I wish Phil had recorded himself more. I’m glad Rebecca put all those old movies to where I could watch them back, but I wish he could’ve been in more of the film.

My chest has been feeling heavy all day. It’s hard to stay awake.. I know I’m dying. I just didn’t want to go yet.

My eyelids drooped. The heart monitor next to me slowed down quite a bit. Against my will, my eyelids closed.

“Hello, darling.” A familiar voice rang.

OKAY I’m sorry but I need to rant talk about something in Mockingjay that made me very, very salty.  You can read if you want, I’ll try to be organized in what I’m saying LOL.

First of all, I am not shitting on the film.  I really loved it!!  I thought they did an amazing job.  I was freaking out during the whole thing and I cried a lot and left the theater feeling so asdkfnlkajfaowe;fj because of how emotional it was.  It was AWESOME. 

HOWEVER I am very pissed off at how they did Finnick’s confession.  I saw the movie for the second time tonight and when they got to that scene I honestly just wanted to skip over it because it wasn’t about him at all when it should have been.  When I saw it for the first time I was SOOO excited for it because it’s his BIG SCENE!!!!  And the longer the scene went on the more upset I got because it was completely undermined.  

I’m sorry I just have a lot of feelings about it.  It’s such an important scene, but it was completely shoved to the side in order to include the rescue mission.  I did like how they included that, but not in the way in which they did it.  It made me annoyed how Finnick’s confession was interrupted every 5 seconds to show 40 second shots of the rescue mission.  His confession lost its meaning and impact.  I feel like people who haven’t read the books or weren’t paying close attention during that part could completely miss the fact that he was forced to be a prostitute and everything about Snow.  That scene shows so much about Finnick’s character and makes you feel more sympathy for him and realize that this glamorous golden boy is really broken inside and you understand how much he’s been through.  And it explains so much about Snow and the Capital.  

AND Sam is a brilliant actor!!!  He did a great job in that scene with what he was given to work with, but I think if they had put more of a focus on it it could’ve been one of the most powerful scenes in the film.

ANYWAY sorry this is so long I just really needed to type it all out to release some of my irritation lol.  Finnick is my absolute favorite character so I just have a lot of emotions about him sigh.  I still loved the movie so much, but I wish that his confession had gotten the attention it deserved.