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A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage
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( cliccckkk for better quailtyyyy ^^)
happy first edit of the year, miss jolyne “icon” cujoh 💚💚
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No joke I honestly think Mei Chang is one of the best characters in fma like this girl at the age of 11 with nothing but a small panda and the clothes on her back crossed a deadly desert that's stated alot of grown adults find difficult to cross, found a serial killer and his weird weasly little sidekick and went yep these are the guys I want to travel with from now on I will also defend this serial killer like im his professional bodyguard despite me being a tenth of his size, finds a sentient suit of armour and proceeds to fall deeply in love with him and later when he asks her to help sacrifice him to get his brothers arm back she does not hesitate and all that's on top of her being an outstanding fighter, alkahester and a princess
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POV: You're married to Megumi~ 💍
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i hope yoongi and oc share tents together <333 so that someone could not sleep that night +we’re not using yoongi for jungkook we made out fgs i hope you get me! jungkook should realize his mistakes and that he should treat oc AS A GODDESS 👏
sawry but you just gave me an idea and it isnt this one.
warnings: angst, this one is pretty long guys, reader gets bothered, TENSIONNNN
forgot to mention what jk looks like so he’s just wearing a sweatshirt n sweatpants, hair like wednesday!jk in seven mv🤪 link to taglist at the bottom of the post
taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #9
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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?
ACCEPT his request of hearing him out 64,9%
DECLINE his request of hearing him out 35,1%
248 votes
you chose:
ACCEPT
his big black eyes pleading with you as he awaits your response has your resolve crumbling by the second
*sigh*
let’s see what he has to say
you rub your forehead as you slowly turn back to the seating area and sit down in your previous seat
he takes a quick breath and sits down across from you, elbows on his thighs and he leans forwards
“i wanna start by saying i’m sorry,” he starts, his fingers anxiously fidgeting and picking at the loose flesh around his nails
you glance down at his hands before back up at him
it’s weird to see him being nervous
“i shouldn’t have said those things. i shouldn’t have ruined your night just because i wanted to tease you and joke around. i didn’t realize the impact of my words at the time.”
you squint your eyes at him, did you really give him a chance to speak and he’s saying the same thing he said when he came to apologize about saying he doesn’t like you?
“why did you say those things?” you ask, you need more of an explanation on how he can just say that to not only you but to his fucking senior
like where does he get the fucking nerve
he quietly sighs at your question and runs his hands through his wavy black locks, the palms of his hands rubbing into his eyes as he thinks about his answer
you lean back into the seat and throw your leg over the other, impatiently tapping your foot against the floor
“should i remind you of the time we don’t have?” you nod toward the train driver, reminding him of the fact you’re still on a train that will leave soon and you need to get off
like you know you said he thinks the world revolves around him but geez
“i don’t know, okay? i just,” he shakes his head and looks up at you. “i just really wa–”
“we ready?” you hear yoongi’s voice coming from your side. you turn to look at him and nod before rising to your feet
jungkook sighs, head still in his hands
probably should’ve picked a better time to talk it out, dumbass
you reach for your suitcase but both men suddenly lunge at you to help you
“oh,” you say surprised as they both stand facing each other, hands on the suitcase
“you’re good, i can take it from here,” yoongi politely says to jungkook as he starts tugging on your suitcase
“let me do it,” jungkook starts, “they’ll need you at the front to navigate because they’re not that good with direction.”
feeling like you’re in a kdrama rn
yoongi glances at you for a moment as if to ask for permission to go on ahead
???
he doesn’t need to ask you for permission when it comes to anything
there’s nothing serious going on between you and yoongi
you’re just saying that now because you’re still hoping for something to happen between you and jungkook and you’d feel guilty if yoongi took whatever you two have seriously
that is such BULLSHIT
jungkook is gross HES GROSS!!!
you don’t hope for anything!!!!
“he’s right, they’re really bad with direction,” you mumble. you watch as yoongi slowly drops his hand from your suitcase and nods before taking his own luggage
did jungkook think he could send yoongi off to have more time to speak to you?
you allowed him to and he gave the most basic bitch talk
you don’t even turn to jungkook when you file out of the train with yoongi, leaving jungkook behind with your luggage because he said he could handle it, did he not?
you gather with everyone in a circle, everyone’s checking if everyone’s here, checking luggage and everything
you don’t even look at jungkook as he drags both his luggage and yours to the circle
enjoy!
it’s a short walk to the actual camping area and when you’ve finally made it, you breathe out in relief
“let’s start with their tents,” seokjin tugs on joon’s arm, leading him to hyunjoo & isabella to help them out with their tent
it seems like hobi and yoongi are sharing a tent
seokjin and namjoon are sharing a tent
jimin and tae are sharing a tent
you luckily brought your own tent<333
you just love privacy.. but who doesn’t
and apparently so did he who shall not be named
but it doesn’t matter
everyone is busy with their own tents
you nudge yoongi’s hip with yours
“i got my own tent, you know.” your flirtatious words make him chuckle
“are you implying what i think you’re implying?” he responds before squatting and fixing up some loose ends on his tent
you huff. “and what do you think i’m implying?”
he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head at you. “your minx antics are distracting me.”
you laugh and hit his shoulder before deciding to go fix your own tent
get away from him you’re on DEMON time
you didn’t think about how sharing a tent with someone means they’d help you set it up
cause you’re alone
and now you’re
:)
a dumbass
trying to fix your tent
hm. it says if you turn this rod this way..
..and you take that bit and put it there…
…and if you do this then the zipper should be on that side..
for fucks sake.
it’s been 5 minutes.
you sigh as you drop it, rising to your feet and staring at the pathetic attempt of putting together a tent in front of you with your hands on your hips like a soccer dad
ugh
everyone is seemingly still busy but they look successful
and you look a fool
“you gonna let me help you?”
you turn your head to the side, eyes meeting with big black tapioca pearls accompanied by pretty lashes and thick brows
why
why
why
can he just!!!!
leave you alone
you stare at him for a moment. “shouldn’t you be fixing your own tent?”
he nods behind you and you turn to look in that direction, noticing how his tent is ready
the hell
everyone else is still fixing their tents and they’re duos
he did that
this quickly
on his own???
you’re pretty sure he never leaves the house
let alone gone camping before
so how????
“so?” he closes the distance a bit more, looking down at you from his height
you click your tongue and shrug your shoulders. “i wouldn’t want to appear as attention-seeking.”
he sighs at your pettiness, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes
“yeah well, you weren’t exactly the nicest to me up till that point, were you?”
huh
what
“what?”
“did you mean everything you said to me? about me? like how i’m not good for anything and that i’m nothing but a fuckboy?”
you blink at him
you did say those things in the heat of the moment
if he had said those words to you you would have gone batshit fucking crazy
not to mention how you were acting toward him even before the night at the club
well.. no, you didn’t mean those things
is this his way of implying he also didn’t mean the things he said to you?
he sighs at your lack of response and scratches the back of his head. “forget it, y/n. i just want to put up your tent. will you let me?”
he does look sincere
hmm
well
whatever
might as well make him work for it
you nod toward your tent and take a step back
he wastes no time and gets to work on your tent
this is gonna be a loooong night😕
it’s 20 minutes later and everyone is now around your tent, trying to fix it
it seems like something is wrong with your tent
great :)
just what you needed
“yeah, the tent is fucked. how much did you pay for this joke?” seokjin asks as he rises from his squat position
you think about it. “like… 80 bucks.”
he shakes his head. “you should go ask for your money back cause they ripped you off.”
of course it’s YOUR tent that’s messed up
you sigh and place one hand on your hip, the other scratching the back of your head
“well, what now?” jimin asks as he’s still trying to fix your tent, not wanting to give up
“you’re gonna have to join someone’s tent.” yoongi says to you as he walks around the flat tent toward you
taehyung beams, “oh, in ours!”
“i’d love for y/n to join us but the two of us barely fit in it.” jimin is the voice of reason and they all sigh
hoseok says, “but you’re alone in your tent, aren’t you?”
there’s
no fucking way
is he implying..
for FUCKS sake
you try to fight it but you can’t, your eyes automatically snap towards jungkook
but he’s already staring straight at you
“yeah, i do. she’s welcome, of course.” there’s that arrogance that you know and love–
know and hate.
you hate it!
you glance at tae and joon and as you suspected, they’re glancing at each other
are they really planning on protesting that?
you don’t like how they act like you can’t make your own decisions
you step forwards. “alright, then.”
your eyes shift to jungkook and he’s staring at you, his eyes narrow at you for a split second and his lips slightly twitch
you can’t tell what tf he’s thinking
but it doesn’t matter
it’s just to SLEEP. nothing else
seokjin pulls everyone out of the awkward silence that has settled around you. “great! now shall we get started on dinner? i’m starving.”
yoongi and seokjin are in charge of dinner right now
hyunjoo and isabella are helping them out
hoseok and namjoon are working on the campfire
jimin and tae are organizing the tents and arranging a seating area around the campfire
leaving you and jungkook to just.. stand around
you’re just standing by the people cooking and jungkook is testing out a seat made by jimin
“oh, y/n!” seokjin calls out to you
oh fun
“hm?” you spin on your heels to face him
“can you and jungkook go to the closest store and pick up a few bottles of water?” he asks as he stirs whatever he’s stirring. “take my car.”
he kind of asked it but it feels more like he’s telling you to do it
and what are you going to say to your senior? no?
you can’t even drive but you know jungkook can
fuck
“okay.”
seokjin hands you his car keys and you gather all your courage to walk up to jungkook right now
he looks up from his phone as you toss the carkeys in his lap
“let’s go, gamerboy. we’ve got duties.”
you don’t even pause as you walk straight past him, heading toward the car
ooof
the look on his face is one you won’t forget
he looked happy you were acknowledging him but quickly stopped smiling when he realized it was only because you were given a task
it doesn’t take long for jungkook to join you, unlocking the car and getting inside
you get into the passenger seat and look up the closest grocery store
which is
a 35 minute drive.
if only the car blew up rn…
you set your phone into the cupholder next to the gearshift so he can see the navigation on your phone
he buckles his seatbelt and so do you, and he slowly reverses out of the spot and starts driving
the car drive
is so
tense
and
quiet
you’re just staring out the window
the silence disappears when his fingers dance across the car radio and turn it on
he skips a few channels before realizing all of them are shitty and just settles on one
you continue to glare out the window
this silence is TOUGHHH
“do you need something from the store?” he asks quietly, right hand managing the gear shift and the other is turning the steering wheel
and he looks so fucking good
“no.”
he sighs at your short answer and turns the music a bit louder, maybe an attempt at drowning out his own thoughts
the roads are pretty empty so you’d gotten there in about 20 minutes
jungkook was definitely going way over the speedlimit but if he gets a fine, seokjin will definitely tape it against jungkook’s door
you unbuckle your seatbelt and get out, making jungkook copy you
he follows close behind you as you enter the store
once you’re inside, he skims past you and disappears into the store as he goes to look for water
hmm
you on the other hand let your eyes roam the snack section
ooo kinder
doritos
CHEETOS
you’re scanning the bags of chips and bars of candy until there’s a presence next to you
thinking it’s jungkook, you look up at him
but
it’s not jungkook
and for the first time, you really wish it was jungkook
you frown as there’s a guy, probably in his mid thirties
standing
next to you?
“aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he says, eyes drinking you up
gross.
you squint at him as you put the bar of kinder back in it’s rightful place. “thank you.”
“you here alone?”
you keep browsing. he isn’t being overly creepy and isn’t invading your personal space so you don’t really feel threatened. just grossed out. “no.”
“what kind of crazy person would leave such a beautiful woman unattended?”
you internally roll your eyes at his cheesy line but mumble, “an actual crazy person.”
he takes the kinder bar you just put back and waves it at the cashier, who then nods at him
okay, maybe he’s a regular?
he then hands you the bar
you frown at it but take it nonetheless, free food is free food
“you wanna go ditch your responsibilities and join me for a night?”
just as you turn to look at the man, another presence is pressed up flat against your back
“how about you fuck off?” jungkook’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations down your entire back
the man glances at jungkook and takes a step back
“hey man, shouldn’t leave a pretty girl by herself. i didn’t know she was your girl.”
bruh you literally… told him….. you weren’t alone?
well. ur not jungkook’s girl.
UR NOT.
jungkook continues, “well, now you do. get the fuck on, man.”
wha
did he just
okay
😂😂😂😂😂
he actually
does look intimidating rn
he’s towering over this other man, staring him down and clearly asserting his dominance
the guy glances at you before shaking his head and leaving the store
you slowly turn to him, his black eyes staring you down and a slight pinch in his brows
he looks really fucking annoyed
“thanks,” you mumble, referring to getting the guy off your back
he didn’t have to imply you two were in a relationship though but whatever
you watch as his eyes drop to the kinder bar in your hand
he doesn’t reply but instead takes the kinder bar out of your hand and tosses it aside before grabbing another kinder bar and a handful of other bars, chips and candy before heading to the counter
he pays for the sweets and the water
ouuuuu
you watch as he picks up two packs of 6 water bottles on his own, plus the bagged candy between his fingers
he’s
uhhh
kind of hot rn 😭😭😭
“let me help you–” you reach out but he just turns his body sideways so you can’t reach the water
“just open the door.”
you blink at him a few times before holding the door open and walking out with him
there’s a group of men just sitting by the side that weren’t there before
you open the trunk to help him load it in but he shakes his head, he just hands you the bag of sweets and says, “get in the car.”
he’s so
different?
you kinda
you kinda l*ke it
BE QUIET!!!!
you stare at him dumbfounded before actually complying and getting into the car
the ride back is even quieter than the ride there
but whatever right
it’s not like you want to talk to him
so you just
enjoy
the silence
upon your arrival, it’s already gotten rather dark out. you move to unbuckle your seatbelt but a hand on your bicep stops you
ahhh shit. here we go again
you glance at him over your shoulder and jungkook is staring straight ahead, out the windshield, hand on your arm like he doesn’t realize he stopped you
“sorry.” he takes his hand back. “listen.”
you fight the urge to roll your eyes. “why should i?”
“because you were right.”
hm?
everyone loves being told they were right
so
let’s actually hear him out
you settle back into your seat
he finally glances at you and you cross your arms as you wait for him to speak
“you’re right. i am childish.” he stares straight at you as he’s speaking and it’s SO intense
“so i’m coming to you as a man now and i’ll own up to everything.”
you tilt your head to the side in intrigue, a slight pinch in your brows which makes your pretty lashes kiss your brow bone
his eyes quickly scan your entire face before he continues, “the reason why i was pressing you and taunting you was because i wanted you to give in.”
his words from when he came to pick up his sneakers pop into your mind
‘i just wanna see how long you can go before eventually wrapping around my finger.’
you respond with, “yeah, you already made that clear.”
“no, listen to me,” he says as he places his hand on the compartment between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat, next to the cupholders
the intensity radiating off of him makes you want to listen
“i’m saying that my pride was too tough to swallow.”
uh
what???
why would he have to swallow his pride?
you frown. “i don’t get it.”
he sighs in frustration and closes his eyes for a moment. “i wanted you to give in, not to prove a point but because..” he pauses, “because i want you. i just didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself. because i never had to before.”
oh
oh
oh okay
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
wow
😀😀😀😀😀
how
do you even react
to that
he’s not done, though. “but you kept holding onto it like a dog with a bone and my patience was running out. i was not used to the feeling and i didn’t understand it at all. i lost my temper and said some shit i shouldn’t have, like a little kid. i’m sorry.”
now THATS how you apologize, ladies and gents!
he apologized like a normal person now
you blink at him a few times
he’s being sincere
you know he is
you want to accept his apology. you really do
but you’ve gotta get your lick back somehow
you quietly sigh. “come here.”
??
he frowns. “what?”
“come closer,” you chuckle, curling your index finger right next to your face so he knows where you’re requesting his presence
he wastes no time leaning into you but you stop him by his chin with your index finger right before his lips touch yours
you gently press your finger into his chin to push his face back from yours a few millimeters
you say, “apology accepted.”
he glances down at your lips before back at your eyes, his breath tickling the skin of your lips
damn
he is so damn close
“but that’s only because i love it when men–” you pause for a second.
“i love it when boys look and sound absolutely fucking pathetic.”
oh goodness
HELLO????
you see his adam’s apple bouncing up and down in your peripherals
you pucker up your lips just enough to graze his lips, basically pressing a soft peck to his lips
that peck only lasted half a second but….. his lips are … so soft
“that’s a thank you for this,” you say as you pull away and hold the bag of sweets up
you swing the door open without a second thought and get out, swinging the bag of snacks back and forth and leaving jungkook to deal with the reality of what just happened and the packs of water
jungkook: 2
you: 2
to be continued
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xmonsterboyx · 3 months
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hey what if Caine had a really tall top hat.
like, absurdly tall.
and whenever he tips his hat people have to duck
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Doodles I did on scrap pieces of label paper :)
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oxydiane · 1 year
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Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.
His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.
But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.
Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?
Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.
Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.
He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?
He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.
Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.
The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.
Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.
Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.
It doesn’t do him good.
He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.
He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.
When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.
Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.
Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.
She understands.
Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.
It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.
But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.
A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.
Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.
He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.
Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.
Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.
It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.
He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.
It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.
His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.
Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.
It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.
He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.
They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.
Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.
He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.
He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.
Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.
Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.
Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.
Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.
He just nods and lets Ron in.
Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.
He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.
He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.
He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.
It must have been his imagination.
Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.
He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.
He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.
He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.
Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.
It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.
He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.
He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.
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-Freefall
Emma Myers x fem!famous!actress!reader
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Summary: Wednesday Season two's filming starts, and Emma can't help but find a certain new college of hers very attractive.
a/n: Well this took a heckin' long time. Sorry, I just had to hide from my government because I accidentally stole state secrets. Only surfaced up so I could upload this. Hope you enjoy!
warning: little bit of angst, jelousy, little fluffy (is this even a warning?), bad writing, not proofread, english is still not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, famous reader, oblivious Emma AND reader
ler me know if I left something out!
“So, basically this is basically it. What do you think?”
Emma has been showing Jasmine around set all day. Even though early setbacks, they have been bonding and overall having a great time together. This season’s set was way bigger than the last, yet the layout was similar, so Emma knew her way around. Many of the staff were still being hired, thus, she volunteered to show new people around.
“Way bigger than what I expected!” the curly haired woman exclaimed. “And everyone is so nice! To be honest, I’m a bit overwhelmed…”
“That’s natural” Emma nodded. ”First when I got here last season, my head was spinning like crazy. You’ll get used to it.”
Jasmin’s mouth was still slightly hanging open, in an awestruck state. Then she mischievously smiled and looked over at Emma. She was gleaming, and even though Emma has only known her for three hours, she knew she wanted to ask something.
“Out with it” she smiled back.
“Is it true, that the Y/N is going to our colleague?”
Even the mention of your name was enough for Emma for her smile to grow bigger. The last couple years, you have burst onto scene, claiming every award you’ve been nominated for, and you deserved every one of them. Somehow every movie you’ve been in, it was as if you owned the scene. Some films got big just because of your acting, but you acted in some that were famous even before you got added to the cast.
Emma was entirely and utterly enthralled with you, and it wasn’t even an understatement. When she got word from Jenna, that she had asked you to be a part of Wednesday season two, and you said yes, she nearly fainted.
Jenna, as the co-producer of the new season, had pulled some strings and invited a lot of actors and actresses she has been working with in the past to be a part of Wednesday. Jasmin and you were almost the only ones, who’d been available, and would want to take part in the making of the new season.
Then she realized she needed to answer a question, and quickly nodded.
“Man, she is just simply great!” she said, and then continued her rant about you for five minutes, whilst the only thing Emma could do, was to nod along, whilst leading the woman to the director’s cabin. She couldn’t disagree with anything she said.
“I’ve also heard she might be your love interest…” Jasmin mischievously said, leaning in and grinning at the smaller woman.
“What? Wher- N- No that’s ridiculous” Emma stuttered. “I would neve-“ she got cut of by her companions’ intense laughter. She blinked in confusion, little scared. “What’s so funny?”
“I meant in the show!” Jasmin laughed out.
Emma mentally facepalmed herself, then smacked the other’s shoulder. Then realisation settled in her, as Jasmin’s words sank in. No. It couldn’t be… But that would mean, you. And her. Would have to. The thought made Emma unintentionally smile.
As the two continued their way towards Tim’s base of operations, conversation flew between them easily. Jasmin would not let go of the topic, and would retrial the chatter towards you, whenever Emma would try to change the subject. She had quickly found about Emma’s interest in you and would constantly tease her with it.
They didn’t even realise that they have reached their destination, until a loud shriek came from the trailer. “I would be her what?!”
The two looked at each other, and without a word, got closer as to hear what’s happening inside. Not a lot could be made out, but Emma could hear two people talking inside. She looked over to Jasmin, whose eyes were wide, a huge smile plastered on her face. Seeing her clueless partner, she whispered a quick “Let’s get inside” towards her, and before Emma could do something, dragged her inside.
“Jenna, I just can’t do that!” you said, your distress clearly audible in your voice. You had your back towards the new arrivals, not noticing them. “It’s not like when I did it with you, she is- I’m…” You didn’t finish the sentence, as Jenna signed the arrival of Emma and Jasmin.
“Sorry, to interrupt, but we finished our tour, and Emma here doesn’t really know where my trailer is, so we just came in to ask for help?” Jasmin said with too big of a smile to be telling the truth. Emma knew for a fact she was talking bullshit, as her trailer was one of the first places, she has shown to her. Yet all she could do was blink like fish, as you slowly turned on your heel towards them.
Emma felt like a mouse on the Mars; breathless and small. The Y/N was standing before her, sunglasses in hair, wearing a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, black denims and combat boots completing your outfit. You were gorgeous, your sparkling eyes and light-brown, shoulder-blade length hair highlighting your face. If she could look away from you, she could have seen her friend throwing a knowing smile at her from across the room, but she couldn’t take her eyes of your perfect features.
“No problem at all” Jenna said reassuringly. “We were just discussing Y/N’s role as Enid’s love interest. Come, I’ll show you to your trailer. It’s so good to see you again! How was your flight?” she asked, like she didn’t just drop a bomb in the room.
You seemed to slightly flinch at her statement. Emma’s heart skipped a beat. Jasmin smiled and put an arm around Jenna, both leaving the room, leaving you and a breathless Emma inside.
After staring at each other for a while, you cleared your throat and greeted her. “Hi” your voice was uncertain, shy even. Not what she expected from you. “I’m- “
“Y/N, yes. Hi, I’m-“
“Emma” you gulped. “Yes. Huge fan here” you gestured at yourself, a weak smile appearing on your lips. Why did they have to be so full and red?
Emma’s heart fluttered at your words. “Really? Me too!” she smiled back. “I mean, of you. Not me, that would be a little egotistical, wouldn’t it? Hilarious even” she laughed to herself. “You’ve been amazing in Dune!”
You finally, genuinely smiled at the mention of the film. “Yeah, that was one of my favourites to shoot. I’ve read the books like a million times before, and when I got asked to play, there was no chance I would turn it down.”
“’He, who controls the spice controls the universe’” Emma quoted, with a deep voice imitating the books. “Shame this line didn’t make it into the movie…”
“Right?!” you exclaimed. “I was protesting for like three weeks for them to add it, but they denied me! It’s one of the most important quotes and they just cut it! I was outraged” you pouted.
Time flew by as you two raved about the movie and the books, but soon the subject changed to other interests of you and her. As it turned out, you played the drums, and were pretty good at it. After nagging you for a bit, you finally caved in and showed her some of the voice recording you made for yourself, and you really impressed her.
“Have you been shown around yet?” Emma asked, little more hopeful than what she wanted to admit to herself. “The majority of the staff is still being hired, so I volunteered to show new actors around.”
“Please, go ahead!” you smiled at her. “The moment I got here, Tim asked for me and Jenna to hold a meeting. Then he left me and her here, and that’s when you jumped us, so no, I haven’t been shown around yet.”
“Did Jenna say what the number of your trailer is?”
“Yes, I’m in number eleven.”
Oh god. “So, you’re the one who stole my number!” Emma exclaimed. “No worries, I’ll forgive you this once. Also, I’m in the trailer next to it, so we’ll be neighbours.” You beamed at her words. Without thinking, she put an arm around your shoulder as she started to lead you out, but the moment she noticed what she had done, the smaller girl retracked her hand. “Sorry! I’m just- “
“No need to apologize” you settled her. “I don’t mind.”
Emma just glared at you for a moment, butterflies erupting in her stomach at your words. Then she realized she was supposed to show you around, and started the tour once again, her hand finding it’s way back to your shoulder.
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It took less than a week to hire the staff, and for everyone to arrive at set. During this short duration Emma and you quickly grew closer, a deep friendship blossoming between you two. Daily banter and hanging out instantly became normal, as you two met up every day. Emma made sure to introduce you to everyone on set who arrived.
Not long after, shooting started and just as last time, it was hard. Everyone swiftly realized that these seven months are going to be just as demanding as the last eight, if not even more so. After the first two weeks, Emma already felt exhausted by work, her only consolation being the nights spent together with you. It became regular for you to come over to her place, and discuss what had happened that day, sometimes putting on a movie in the background.
She knew she shouldn’t, but she started falling. Not even lightly, but blindly and deeply stumbling into the pit that you resembled. Your tinkling laugh, making her laugh with you every time, your bright smile filling her world, giving purpose for waking up every day. The softest touch from you made her day, and they weren’t even rare.
Jasmin quickly caught on and started teasing her about it. With Jenna having to attend a lot of managing meetings they couldn’t meet that much, but the curly haired woman quickly filled the space left by her. She became one of Emma’s closest friends, beside you, of course.
As the weeks passed, the whole cast got back to its last year traditions; late night parties, getting drunk as hell, and blaring some music in the background. At first, you were glued to Emma’s side, but as time passed you slowly became comfortable with everyone around set.
“Spin!” everybody chanted, as Jasmin sat her phone back down behind her after she texted her ex that she misses her. “Spin! Spin! Spin!”
Two months into shooting Georgie was the one to hold the weekly party night. Once he has shown everyone around, the enjoyments started. Alcohol was quickly brought forth and everyone eased their minds.
Now you were comfortably sat beside Emma, raising your fist as you chanted with everyone. You were in an oversized black sweater, and shorts. Your eyes sparkled with joy, and you were gleaming with the night’s energy. Emma lowered her voice as she took you in, wanting to burn this memory into her brain. You couldn’t be more beautiful.
The crowd cheered as Jasmin spined the empty vodka bottle. As you did as well, Emma reevaluated her last thought; you were even more beautiful now. The glass clattered slower and slower, and soon, it stopped pointing at…
“Y/N!” Jasmin smiled mischievously, as if she was looking upon her pray. “Truth or dare?”
Emma could feel you stiffen beside her a little, but you quickly composed yourself, and looked back upon her, your eyes taunting her to do her worst. “Truth” you said, chin raised high.
“Is it true, you realised you aren’t straight after your kiss scene with Jenna?” she asked immediately after. Emma felt her heart clench, and her breath catch in her throat. She looked around the room, and saw the brunette blushing, whilst the others either chuckled or woo-d at the question. Wait, you weren’t straight?!
You narrowed your eyes at the other actress, then sighed in defeat. You took a shot before answering, that was laying beside you at the floor. “Yes” you admitted.
“Was it because-“
“One, question, miss” you cut her off, voice low as you grabbed the bottle and spun it. Everybody laughed. Except Emma.
She still couldn’t get over the fact you weren’t straight.
Yet a pesky thought took root in her brain. Did you have a thing for Jenna? You came out right after your movie with her made it into the theatres, and you haven’t dated anyone since. At least not publicly.
After a few rounds, the game came to an end. Everyone was either tired, drunk, or already asleep. There was no way, adequate work could be done the next day.
You and Emma stumbled to your trailer together, talking and laughing. Originally Jasmin and Hunter were also with you but had already made it to their trailer. The departing woman threw Emma a knowing smile and a wink when she left.
Even though your trailers were next to each other, Emma made sure to walk you the rest of the way. She watched you fumbling with your keys and open the door. She gave you a goodbye hug, and turned around to leave, when she felt your hand grab her.
“Nuh-uh! You’re staying here. Too dangerous for you to make it to your own” you said and tugged her inwards.
“Y/N” she laughed but complied to your pull. “Mine’s literally next door!”
“Don’t care.”
So, there she was, at your place not really knowing what to do. Usually by this time, you departed from one-another to make it to your own bed without collapsing on the floor.
“Isn’t it a bit too late for a movie?” she asked, when she saw you preparing popcorn. Oh, how she hated herself for asking this.
“You got somewhere to be?” you asked back jokingly and threw you the remote control. “Just pick something! I’ll be there in a sec.”
She did as she was told. As the movie started, she made herself comfortable at the end of the couch, leaving you space beside her. Yet, the movie didn’t really concern her that much, more the thoughts of you and Jenna. The internet was exploding with shipping you and her after the movie came out, and Emma couldn’t deny the chemistry that seemed between the two of you.
“Penny for your thoughts?” you asked as you slumped down next to Emma on the couch and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. She ignored how this simple act of yours made butterflies erupt in her stomach.
“I-“ she started sheepishly, as a child caught during ice cream robbery. You weren’t helping either, with your cute, unwavering gaze. “Erm. Nothing really” she managed to say. You looked at her for a few more seconds, then turned to face the screen.
After a few minutes, you snuggled yourself into Emma, which made her breath get caught, and the butterflies return. She knew she was blushing too, and thanked the gods silently, that you couldn’t see her face.
“So, what’s up with you and Jasmin?” you asked, nonchalantly.
Emma furrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you two are very close, and she always makes you laugh…” you sounded unsure and hesitant, which was very new to Emma, coming from you.
“We’re just friends if that’s what you mean” she answered. To your nod, she felt like it was her time to ask, yet she felt like she wouldn’t like the answer. Her heart clenched at the thought. “What about you?” she asked anyway. “Do… you like anyone?”
You fell silent for a moment. Emma started panicking a little, thinking she crossed a line, until you spoke. “I’m just not sure if they like me back…” your voice was weak, and fearful.
Before she got a hold of herself, the next question rolled out. “Is it Jenna?” You stiffened in her hold, and she mentally facepalmed herself. Of course, it was Jenna. Who else would it be? She felt pain in her chest at the thought of you and her together, yet the thought of you being happy, lessened it. Even if only a little. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”
You sit up so you can look at her, and she already misses the contact. There is something in your eyes she can’t decipher. But then you simply thank her and lean back into her. She feels strange. She feels bad. She knows she has no right for her heart to clench this painfully. Yet it does.
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“What’s with you?” Jasmin looked at Emma curiously.
She was playing her part perfectly, and the now blonde-haired woman had to admit; she looked pretty swell in the Nevermore uniform. Emma knew her lines, she had practised them all the night before, yet the words just wouldn’t come to her. She was just as distracted as Enid was in this scene if not even more so, and there was a good reason for it.
You were standing behind cover with Jenna, talking, laughing, and enjoying your time with her. Ever since the night where she figured out who you were crushing over, she had done a lot to help you. She ignored the part of her which violently wanted to stop her from doing so, but it got harder and harder. Her solution in the last couple weeks was to avoid you as much as possible. It got even harder when she would need to do her scenes with you, as shooting got to the part where Lilith and Enid, Lillith being the character you were playing, got closer and closer to one another. It wasn’t long until the kiss scene and Emma was freaking out.
It wasn’t like you didn’t notice her distancing herself from you, but Emma was just too scared to let you close again. She felt like, the moment you confront her, she would combust and confess everything immediately, so she did everything in her power, to avoid it, even if she knew it wouldn’t be possible for long. She got up earlier, to avoid you and even though it pained her more than anything, she cut of the movie nights and talking with you.
Yet now, as she was standing on set and you were off talking and enjoying yourself with Jenna, she couldn’t help but feel her stomach churning in uncomfortable and unpleasurable ways. She felt both guilty and helpless against it.
“Cut” Tim said a little disappointedly. “Emma, as she said” he continued as he pointed at Jasmin. “What’s whit you? You can’t concentrate, and we can’t shoot a goddamn scene with you.” It was true. She had been like this for almost three to four days now, but only became apparent now, as shooting got to the parts where she was in the main picture.
“Sorry, I’m just really over my head with a few things.”
“Take the day off” he said with a wave of his hand.
“No- But- I can do it, I promise!”
“It’s not that you can’t, it’s that I don’t want you to. You clearly need to sort things out.”
“But-” Emma started protesting, but Tim cut her off.
“Just go!”
Emma sighed in defeat and slumped out the scene. Now she had to deal with her thoughts about you. Great. Just great.
As Emma was walking out, she saw a glimpse of you and immediately changed her direction. She chose the back door exit instead and lengthened her steps. She felt you behind her, but before you could catch up to her, she was out.
Emma stayed in her trailer all day. She felt helpless against being this distracted, helpless against what you made her feel. She felt her heart clench every time you popped in her mind, which was almost constantly. The now familiar feeling of her stomach churning returned, and accompanied her all day, making her even more miserable.
Her absence didn’t go unnoticed. Jasmin, Hunter, Johnna, and Naomi all went to check up on her, but she sent them all away. She couldn’t deal with company right now. She didn’t want to break down before them which she felt impossibly close to.
Then sheknocked. “Hey, Emma” Jenna’s soft voice could be heard from the door. “Please let me in! I just want to talk.”
Emma’s heart clenched even more if that was possible. She hadn’t been nice with Jenna. Not that she was rude, but she avoided her even more than you. She loved Jenna, she really did, but the last couple weeks Emma wished she would just disappear. She knew she had no right to do so. She didn’t want to do so. Yet she did.
“Has someone done something wrong?” the brunette continued. Emma wanted to hug her so badly, tell her no, but she stopped herself. Why did she stop herself? “You’ve been distancing yourself from us and we miss you! I miss you…” her voice was now sorrowful. It broke Emma’s heart. “Have I done something? If-“
The older woman abruptly opened the door and pulled the startled woman into a hug. “No” she spoke, sounding a little scratchy. “It’s not you. It’s me.” Emma felt Jenna returning the hug.
“What’s with you?” the smaller woman asked softly as she stepped one step back.
“It’s-“ she started but forgot what she wanted to say the moment she saw someone behind Jenna. The moment she saw you. “Y/N” she breathed out unconsciously.
Jenna raised a brow. “Y/N?” she asked confused but wearing a smug smile. When she noticed Emma wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, she turned around and her smile grew even larger. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m going to leave you two some space, but don’t think you got out of explaining yourself Myers” she said jokingly and patted her friend’s shoulder. Before walking off, she threw a last smile towards the older actress, and whispered; “Go get her.”
Emma blinked in confusion a few times at the departing Jenna, but as you got closer she shifted her attention towards you. Suddenly, she became hyper aware of her surroundings; of how chilly the air was, how the gathering dark veil clouded the sky. Of how gorgeous you were.
She just stood there, rooted to the ground, speechless and gaping as you quickly got closer. Her back was against her trailer door, and the thought of reaching for the doorknob crossed her mind, but she was frozen in place.
“Emma” you said quietly, as if not believing the word that left your mouth.
“Y/N” Emma said again in a similar tone.
“I-“ you started shy, and unsure. “I wanted to apologize.”
Emma couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “For what?”
“For being too much, for dumping all my mental problems on you, for…” and you just started ranting about all that you’ve done while pacing up and down before her. Emma disagreed with all your statements. You were never too much, your problems never bothered her. She was sure the rest was nonsense as well, but she couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of you. It got all faint as she took in your presence again, felt your smell again could hear your voice again. You were perfect. How could she have done what she had done? It all seemed so pointless, so stupid. How could she be so stupid?
She mindlessly grabbed your arm and stopped you in your tracks. You immediately shut up and looked at her, eyes full of hope and curiosity. Emma opened her mouth, then shut it. No words seemed good enough, worthy enough of you. As she was searching for words, her eyes locked with yours, and her breath caught in her throat. She felt she could spend all her life looking into the depths of them. She wouldn’t mind getting lost in them for all eternity if it would mean you were close to her.
“I’m falling for you.” There it was. She broke. When she recognized what she’d done, it was already too late. She said it out loud. Then she realised how close you were, your face only inches away from hers. “You have nothing to apologize for. I was the fool, I-“
Your lips shut her up. They were so soft, so perfect. More than what she could ever dream for. They tasted like cherry, a taste she could feel herself become addicted to. Her hands drew you closer, pressing your body against hers. The world seemed to disappear between the two of you as you lost yourselves in one-another. Nothing mattered. Just you, moving against her, movements fully synchronized.
“I’m falling for you too” you said and chuckled once you needed to come up for air. Your foreheads were pressed against each other, her hands caressing your cheek. “Damn it! I should have confessed before you.”
“Just shut up and kiss me again” Emma breathed out chuckling as well.
The kiss was interrupted by Jasmin’s voice from next to you. “If you lovebirds are done peppering, we have a smaller party today!” she said.
“Jesus don’t do that ever again!” Emma exclaimed. “You’re the worst.”
“You love me for it!” she grinned deviously. “Now chop-chop! Oh, I will also need the two of you to do that again before everyone.”
“Why’s that?” you asked.
“Well, my dear lovely future wife-of-my-bestie, I have to prove somehow, that half the cast owes me money, don’t I?”
“You betted on us?”
“Since dawn of time! Gawd, if I don’t send Y/N after Jenna, I would have slipped out of the time zone!” she then turned around and proceeded towards today’s party location. “I can’t believe I almost lost money because these two blind doves couldn’t find each other. Man, it sure as hell took them long…” her rant went on, but she fortunately got out of hearing distance.
You chuckled in Emma’s arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Should we help a fellow friend out?”
“I’m thinking we should let her lose.”
“You think you can stop yourself from kissing me every five minutes from now on?” you asked grinning.
Even though she knew you knew the answer, she replied. “No.”
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What I would not do to save that girl- The woman i could have become
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daily-basil · 28 days
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To whichever mod gets this request…draw Basil dressed as your favorite anime character.
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Did you guess it? Yes! It's Teruki Hanazawa (alias Teru) from Mob Psycho 100!!
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It was prolly funnier in my head but I already drew it
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since it fans decided to call it the gay clown movie i want stranger things fans to call it the gay monster show . i think it’d be neat .
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im dying BUT
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STANLEY :,D
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