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Btw, this will start out in Amie's POV.
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-A week later on the set of the Avengers 2-
The entire area was packed.
People were running around as if they had no morals.
Things were being shouted and objects were tossed everywhere.
Is this really what being on set is actually like?
I looked down at the bags that were in my hands, then at the camper ahead of me. It was small on the outside and it looked like it'd be a cramp. But then again, it was better than nothing. Some of the other make-up artist didn't even have a camper, they just had a tent or a table. I should count myself lucky.
Avoiding people and not bumping into anything, I finally managed my way to my station as I hurdled bags over my shoulder and pulled out a little key that was in my pocket, opening the door.
Once inside, I realized that my camper wasn't all that bad. It had all the basic things that I might need. Hair dye, make-up, hair utensils, sponges, swabs, face models, etc. Plus, I had a small TV on the side of the room, and a mini fridge. That's always a good thing.
I sat my bags aside and stood in front of the large mirror that was placed in the center camper. My dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail while my bangs rebelled and fell loose.
I then began to unpack most of the things that I need for the day. Which is all the basics that I'll end up using on whichever actor or actress that I'll be dolling up. Even though today's the first day that we'll finally be filming, I won't know until later who I'll be assisting throughout the film. There was a mess up and Joss had to rewrite which cast member went to each make-up artist.
I felt like there was lead in my stomach as the nervousness of the day started to set in. What if I do something wrong? What if I get an actor/actress that's an asshole? I'll have to deal with them, showing them fake smiles as they torment me. But more importantly, I'm afraid that I'll mess up and possibly get fired.
I felt slightly nauseous when I picked up a brush and sat it down on the stand in front of me.
There was a knock at the door when I managed to have half of the bag emptied. Turning around I said, "Come on in."
The door handle twisted and Joss emerged from the tiny doorway with a smile. About time he showed up.
"Getting settled in are we?" He spoke, shutting the door. I smiled at him through the mirror.
"Trying to." I turned around and faced my boss on fully and shoved my hands into my jean shorts. "Here to tell me who I'm going to powder up for the rest of the film?"
Joss nodded his head and took a glance around the room. "Yeah, I am. This place isn't very spacey, is it?"
"Not really, but it's better than nothing." He shook his head in agreement.
"I had a certain person come up to me and ask that he was assigned to a dark haired girl that I know for the rest of the film."
I hid my smile by biting my lip, no doubt in my mind that it was Tom who Joss was talking about.
"Oh, really?" I said, turning back around and began to pull out the rest of my continents in the back onto the stand.
"Yelp, he said he didn't want anyone other than you. Any guesses?"
I smirked. "Hemsworth?" I joked.
Joss made a buzzing noise. "Wrong. Try again."
"Robert?" I kept it going.
He laughed. "You're dating him so you should know." I froze in my shoes. Did he just say I was dating him? How the hell did he know? Tom probably told him. Will Joss be upset with me because I'm dating Tom? Will I end up losing my job? Dear god, I hope not.
I turned around and gave him a confused look. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, knowing full well that Joss would know what I'm talking about.
His face seemed to soften when he spoke again. "Not really, but I don't want any favoritism shown."
I let out a breathless laugh as I ran my hand over my face. "Oh, I think each and every celebrity has their fan that'll favorite them no matter what. But don't worry, I won't."
Joss cracked a grin and then brought his serious face up. "We start shooting tomorrow, but I want to get the cast in costume and make-up to prepare, so the cast should be here at ten, and it's now-" He trailed off looking at the watch on his hands. "-nine twenty. But, the cast members will go straight to wardrobe and get in costume before coming to make-up. It should take an hour for them to get their costumes on, that gives you more than an hour and a half to get things set up, which everything you'll need should be already in here."
I nodded at him. "I need hair extensions since I'm going to be doing Tom's make-up, you know, for his hair, unless you want to wait until tomorrow when you finally start filming."
"You're right, we won't need them until tomorrow, just a make-up and costume test for today. No need to put in any extensions in any of the cast's heads and cause them a headache." We both laughed.
"Alright, I'm sure that I have everything that I need. If not, I'll give you a call."
Joss went to turn, but looked back at me with a smile. "Nervous?"
I grinned. "Oh, that's an understatement."
He shook his head and walked over to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "There's no need to be. I've seen your work, you're amazing; and you get along with people. Plus, Tom's going to be who you're going to be working with, so he'll end up making you feel better."
I smiled up at Joss. He had such a kind, caring, friendly personality, and it actually did make me feel slightly better. Though it didn't really cure all the negative thoughts I was having towards my uncanny ability to fuck things up.
At least I'll get to be with Tom.
Joss once again reminded me that the cast will be coming in around a half an hour and told me to be ready, then left me to do as was told.
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About half an hour had passed and I finally managed to get everything set up and ready. Sighing, I pulled my hands behind me, against my spine, and arched my back until I felt four satisfying pops and a groan escape my mouth.
And as if right on cue, there was a knock at my door. Three knocks was all it took to make my heart flutter; I know who was at my door and I felt giddy like a child. "Come on in!" I called to Tom.
A heartbeat later, he opened the door and stepped in
A grin was instantaneous as I watched him walk into my camper all Loki-fied up. He gave me a smirk as he took a glance around the room, then his blue eyes finally landed on mine.
"Well, look at you!" I half laughed and half said as I walked up to him.
He grinned back at me and wrapped his arms around my body. I felt my chest swell as I smiled into his chest and breathed in his musky scent.
"Look at you, with your professional work area." It was just then, when Tom spoke those words, that I finally, fully realized where I'm at and what I'm doing.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as my eyes began to water.
I mean, for fuck's sake! I'm working with Hollywood's biggest actors and actresses and directors! I get to meet a lot of interesting people and go to a lot of amazing places. It all just feels too fairytale. Never in a million years would I ever imagined myself being a make-up artist working in Hollywood, traveling around the globe, and falling in love with an actor.
Wait.
Did I just say love?
No, no. That can't be it; it's far too early to even determine what this is.
Mentally shaking my head, and forcing my eyes to dry, I pulled back and gave Tom a quick peck on the lips.
"Sit." I demanded to the actor as he stuck his tongue out at me.
"Oh, you're being a boss right now, I see." He mocked, but obliged and sat in the chair in front of the vanity mirror.
I smiled at Tom and grabbed a flat iron, plugged it into an outlet, then realized I needed a brush. Looking around the vanity, I realized that it was in front of Tom.
"Can you hand me the blue brush, please?" I asked him.
He sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and folded his arms over his chest. "I do what I want, Amie." He scoffed playfully.
I rolled my eyes at his behavior and leaned in to grab the brush.
I flushed when I realized that my chest had brushed past his shoulders, so I quickly grabbed the utensil and pulled back. I don't know if Tom noticed it or not, if he did, he didn't acknowledge it.
"So, how does it feel like? Working on the set?" He asked as I brushed out his curls.
"Like a dream, it's insane to even begin to think that I'm actually here." I gave him a tiny laugh. I can see that he's smiling at my response through his reflection in the mirror.
"Well," He began, fiddling with something in his pockets. Did his costume have pockets? I didn't know they did if there are any.
My brow furrowed. If he was going to be this ADHD about it, then I'm going to have to crack him on the head a few times. "Here!" He said, finally pulling out the item he was fishing for in his pockets; his phone.
I realized he wanted to take a picture, but before I could protest I saw that he had a puppy dog face on. "No." I deadpanned, not really wanting to take a photo right now. Plus, I'm not really one for photos.
"Please?" He pouted, "Just this one?" Oh dear god, help me. I'm not going to deny it, his puppy dog act (with the Loki look) was absolutely adorable. I actually managed to cave.
"Fine!" I said putting down the brush and laying my head on Tom's shoulders, smiling. I could basically feel Tom's smile as he turned his head and gave me a quick kiss. Turning back to face the camera, we both smiled as Tom finally took the damn thing.
"There, all done." He said, smiling.
I grabbed both sides of his head and leaned over top of him. "I hope you're happy." And I have him a deep kiss on the lips. He reacted fast as his mouth moved against mine, our tongues finally doing a dance. I pulled away and gave him a quick peck on the end of his nose.
"Oh, yes, I am." He winked. I bit my lip to hide my smile as I felt my stomach do the familiar flips.
I rolled my eyes again when I noticed that the flat iron was finally heated up to the appropriate temperature. I grabbed it and began to straighten Tom's hair.
I giggled. But this time it didn't really bother me as much as it used to.
"What?" Tom asked. I frowned when I noticed that he was posting that picture to Twitter.
I put on my shit-eating grin again and said, "I'm destroying your perfect curls."
"If they're so perfect, then why are you laughing?" He grinned.
"Because they're not mine." I smirked.
I finished with his hair and turned on my heel to look for a bottle of gel when I finally remembered something.
"You asked Joss if I could be your make-up artist for the rest of the film?" I asked.
"Yes, is there a problem with that?" I couldn't tell what is facial expression was because I still had my back turned. I located the gel, tucked away in the far back of a box, grabbed it and turned around, reading the label.
"No, it's fine. It's more than fine, actually." I pealed my eyes off of the bottle once I realized it was the kind that I needed and met Tom's brilliant blue eyes in the mirror. "It means we get to spend a lot more time together." I smiled.
He returned the smile and looked like he was about to say something, but was cut off due to the fact that I squirted a ball of the gel in my hands and placed it on the top of his head.
He hissed at the coldness and tried to wipe the gel off.
"No, no." I swatted his hand away. "That needs to be there."
He growled at me and I swear I felt my ovaries explode. "A little bit of a warning would've been nice, Miss Amie."
I smirked. "I'm sorry!" I said sarcastically.
He returned the smirk and I could instantly tell that he was planning something. I was hesitant about moving closer to him to rub in the gel, and I was right.
As soon as I stepped up behind him, Tom had shoved his head backwards, rubbing the green colored gel on my white shirt.
I jumped back as the coldness of the gel seeped through my shirt and chilled my skin.
"Thomas!" I squeaked as he laughed.
He turned around in his chair and shot me an apologetic look. "I am so, so very sorry, love."
That damn bastard was mocking me! Oh, he's so going to fucking pay.
"Really? On my shirt? My white shirt?" He threw he head back and laughed.
I bit my lip to try and hold back the laugh that was coursing up my body. It failed as a few chuckles escaped.
"You're so lucky that you're in costume." I warned, "But, remember, we do live together. You're going to wish you never did that."
I think he found my threat more amusing than anything else, because he just sat there with a wide grin on his beautiful features.
"I don't know if I'm more excited about that than afraid." He whispered in a husky tone.
I felt a shiver run up my spine as I dropped my gaze when I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. Leave it to Tom to turn anything into something perverted.
I finally looked up when I saw from the corner of my eye Tom move from the chair. He walked to the side of the room and grabbed a few napkins, then made his way over to me.
On the outside, I appeared to be calm, but on the inside I was doing flips and twists, screaming with delight. Especially when Tom walked up to me, so close that we were a breath away, lifted his hand underneath my shirt and placed his hand right below the stain. His other hand shot up and began to wipe away the gel that was on the front of my shirt, his other hand being used as a support.
Occasionally, his cold fingers would brush up against my belly, causing gooseflesh and my breath to hitch.
I couldn't even bring myself to look up into his eyes I was so nervous. The only thing I did look at was his hand wiping off the green gel, only leaving a stain at where the gel once was.
He finally moved his hands back and threw away the napkin in the waste can by the vanity, then turned back to me.
"I-uh, thank you." I didn't really know what to say, that was a bold move, even though he's had his hands up my shirt before. But I was on the job, and we had to keep thing professional.
He brushed a strand of rebellious bangs away from my eyes and said, "Don't worry about it, darling."
I finally looked up to meet his brilliant eyes and fought he urge to strip him down and kiss him right here, right now.
Instead of animating my thoughts, which is something that I'm not even bold enough to do- only in fantasies- I gestured him over to his chair. "I need to fix the rest of your hair."
He smiled at me and sat down. I started to brush his hair back, brushing the gel over and deeper into his hair as I did so. Finally, I managed to Loki-fy his hair and added an extra coat of hair spray before I declared that it was done.
Tom gave an approving nod as I grabbed the make-up and sponges that I needed and began applying foundation to his face.
I had him turn his chair around to face me so I was able to reach his face better. I was rubbing in the foundation around his nose when he caught my waist and pulled me onto his lap.
I gasped but let out a small laugh. Tom smiled at me and began to kiss my neck. I mewed and let my head lull back as I relaxed in his hold, my hands trying to keep themselves at bay from his costume.
Tom bit down on my collarbone and made me jump, grasping onto his Asgardian armor covered shoulders. No sooner than that happened, I realized what I had just done.
I quickly pulled away and jumped up and basically wanted to shoot myself. On his left shoulder plate was a huge ass smudge of foundation.
I groaned and nearly thought about beating my head against the wall of the camper.
"Amie, are you alright?" Tom asked.
I turned to him and pointed at his shoulder and shook my head.
He looked down and examined the damage, but instead of wanting to kill something, Tom just laughed.
My mouth fell open as he just laughed.
He's laughing!
I just ruined his entire costume! I'm surely going to get fired now…
"Amie, it's alright, love." He chuckled, grabbing another napkin and began to wipe off the foundation.
I scoffed and took the napkin from him and began to wipe it off. It wasn't doing much good, and by the minute I could feel my stomach weighing down on me, making me sick. I just fucked up. I'm going to lose my job and Tom's just laughing like nothing's wrong!
After a minute passed, I grabbed a water bottle and applied a little amount of water, then tried to wipe it off again. This time it worked and I felt my heart leap with joy.
Finally, I managed to get all the foundation off of the shoulder plate and made it look as if the accident never occurred.
I threw the napkins in the trashcan as Tom came up from behind me and kissed my temple.
"See? You're first day on the job and already performing brilliant tasks." I smiled at his words, but I think it was more of the relief that I managed to fix his costume.
Rolling my eyes I turned around and, once again, told him to sit so I could apply the finishing touches to his make-up.
After the said thing was done, I placed my hand on my hip and smirked as another crew member knocked on my door and yelled, "Five minutes!"
Tom stood up, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my nose.
"You, darling, done a fantastic job." I smiled into his hug, but pulled away and shoved him back.
"Even though you caused me to stain your costume!" I accused him.
He smirked. "I did not do such a thing, I was just kissing you. It's not my fault that you overreacted to my skillful touch." He wiggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, you're so annoying." I laughed.
Just then, there was a knock at the camper door with another crew member yelling, "Mr. Hiddleston needs to be on set in two minutes!"
Tom rolled his beautiful, brilliant eyes. "I guess that's my call."
I leaned into him and gave him a chaste kiss. "Go on, God of mischief. They need you." I grinned.
"They always need me." Tom said walking to the door, but turned around and added, "Don't forget that you'll need to pack some make-up and whatnot just incase there's a wardrobe malfunction."
I clicked my tongue and nodded towards Tom. I didn't necessarily forget, but I kind of did. I already knew about me working on the set incase someone's make-up smudged or whatnot. So I put together a bag full of all the utensils I'll need incase said things happen.
"Way ahead of you, big boy."
Tom gave me a wink then stepped out of the camper and was escorted by a few other crew members away from the doorway. They were most likely checking his costume and make-up, making sure everything was in place.
I smiled to myself, out of joy of my new job, and because of Tom.
I'm glad I bumped into him that day Sam and I were working, even if the entire thing feels like a dream.
Upon hearing someone yell outside that there were about to start casting, I quickly grabbed my carry-out bag and made my way outside.
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So, thoughts about the premier of the 7th season of Doctor Who? Cause I'm fucking pumped!
And sorry if this chapter seems choppy or out of place. I was watching Paranormal Witness and that show just draws me in.
Welp, I'm off. Review please?
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