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purplefangirl42 · 3 months

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Wreck My Plans (Part 1)

Summary: Your life seemed planned out and perfect, until you met a certain soldier.

Pairing: Fives/Fem!Reader

A/N: This is part one of a late birthday gift for @baba-fett. It is loosely based on the song "Willow" by Taylor Swift, in honor of Iris' Swiftiehood.

AO3 Link || Part 2 (Coming Soon!) Divider by saradika

Tags/Warnings: Feelings of being unfulfilled, Themes of Infidelity

All your life, you had a big plan for how you wanted things to work out for you. Find the right person, the right job, the right environment. Settle down, maybe have some kids, and just live life to the fullest. With where you stood now, it seemed that you were right on track to meet those goals. A good job, a partner that met all of your criteria, and future opportunities that were almost within your grasp. That all changed when you met a certain soldier.

You had agreed to go out with your friends, to serve as moral support for one that had recently been dumped and was looking for some fun. You had all ended up at the bar called 79’s, which was known to be the place most of the GAR’s clone troopers spent their shore leave. There were many men for your friend to choose from and you could watch silently from the sidelines, cheering them on. As of now, they seemed to be engrossed with a trooper wearing red and white armor, likely one of the men from the Coruscant Guard.

Satisfied that they were fine and happy with their choice, you got up from your seat and headed to the bar. If things didn’t work out, you were sure they’d be able to handle it on their own. Deep down, you knew that you had truly only been invited because they felt bad for you. While it seemed that all of your life plans were falling into place, the happiness it brought you only ran skin deep. Anyone that really knew you could see that you weren’t actually happy, only pretending to be.

You had liked your job for the first year or so, but things had quickly gotten repetitive and it rarely brought you any sense of accomplishment. It was just a way to pay the bills at this point. Even if the rumored promotion that was in store for you was really possible, you didn’t think it would make much of a difference in your day to day life. On top of that, your partner had a more successful career than you and you couldn’t help feeling left behind, even when they were so supportive of your hard work.

Your partner, who had once seemed like a gift from the maker themself, was a whole other problem. You knew they cared for you, but things never seemed to have any passion. What had seemed like perfect chemistry when you met had fizzled out once you settled into a sense of comfort and stability. Although, that was normal, wasn’t it? The so-called ‘honeymoon phase’ wasn’t meant to last forever. You had thought it would last a little longer than it had though.

“A credit for your thoughts?”

The deep voice beside you pulled you out of the recesses of your mind and back to the loud and bright environment of the bar. You looked up from the drink in your hand to see a trooper standing next to you, a drink of his own in his hand. He was handsome, like all of the clones. He wore blue and white armor with some kind of half skirt hanging around his hips. A goatee adorned his chin and there was a number tattooed on his right temple, a five judging by what you could see.

“I’m not sure they’re worth that much,” you said in reply, realizing that you had been rude by not responding. “I was mostly zoning out, so nothing too serious going on up there.”

The man gave you a warm smile and held out his free hand toward you.

“Name’s Fives,” he said. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

The tattoo suddenly made sense. You returned his smile and took the offered hand, shaking it once before pulling away again.

“Nice to meet you, Fives, but I’m taken. If you’re looking for someone to have fun with, I’m afraid you’ll have to look elsewhere.”

Fives’ brow furrowed as he made a confused face in response to your answer.

“Huh, I’ve never met anyone named ‘Taken’ before. And people think we have weird names.”

You laughed softly and shook your head, amused by his horrible joke. He didn’t seem to care that you weren’t available, persisting on being friendly anyways. You relented and told him your name, which got another smile out of him.

“If you’re spoken for, what are you doing here all alone?” he asked. “The taken ones don’t usually come here unless they’re looking for a night of fun.”

“I was here to support my friend, but it looks like they don’t need me anymore,” you said, pointing to said friend, who was dragging the trooper they had been talking to towards the door. “I don’t really have any reason to stick around, so I should probably head home.”

“Stay for one drink?” he asked, his eyes pleading more than his voice did. “I don’t usually get to talk to girls that aren’t immediately trying to jump me.”

You let out a long sigh as you considered his offer. Surely one drink wouldn’t hurt. Would make the evening seem like less of a waste.

“One drink, and then you’re on your own.”

Your promised one drink lasted over an hour. Fives told you stories from his various missions, funny anecdotes from his time on Kamino with his squad, and he never seemed to stop talking about his brother Echo. You simply sat and listened to everything he had to say, occasionally sipping from your drink. The animated way he talked was mesmerizing to you, pulling you in and keeping you interested in everything he was saying. By the time you finally finished your drink, you weren’t sure you wanted this conversation to end.

“I’m sorry I’ve been talking your ear off,” he said apologetically. “You didn’t really have much chance to say anything.”

“That’s fine! I liked listening to all your stories, they were very interesting. I’m afraid that my drink is gone though, so I should probably head home.”

You could see the slightest hint of a pout on his lips and you felt a twinge in your stomach at the sight. He seemed to truly enjoy spending time with you, a sentiment that was mutual if you were being honest. It was getting late, however, and you needed to head home before your partner started to wonder where you were.

“It was really nice to meet you, Fives,” you said, repeating your words from earlier in the evening. “Maybe we’ll meet again sometime.”

“I certainly hope so,” he said with a grin. “See you around, beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as he called you beautiful for the second time that evening. While the first time hadn’t really had an effect on you, the time spent together and the consumption of alcohol seemed to have warmed you up to him a bit more. You gathered your things and waved goodbye before exiting the bar.

As you rode in the cab back to your apartment, you found your thoughts drifting back to the man at the bar. His presence, his mannerisms, his smile, his laugh. They had all had a lasting effect on you that you couldn’t quite shake. It was a sensation that you hadn’t felt in a long time and part of you wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as you could. It wasn’t a crime to feel flattered and happy with someone new, especially in a situation as temporary as this evening had been.

When you arrived home, you found the place dark. Your partner was sound asleep in the bed, softly snoring without a care in the world. It seemed your worries about their concern about you were unfounded. It was almost as if they didn’t notice you had been gone for as long as you had been. You got ready for bed and slipped in beside them, listening to the snores as you lay there staring at the ceiling.

Your mind wandered back to your companion for the evening, his handsome face in the forefront of your memory. It was a nice thing to focus on as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, a smile forming on your lips as you savored the sensations you had enjoyed in Fives’ company. You wondered if you would ever get the chance to see him again, and you sincerely hoped you would.

Nearly a month later, you still hadn’t been able to get Fives out of your head. Every time you saw a clone trooper, your eyes drifted to their face to see if you could find the goatee and five tattoo. None of them were ever him, but you kept looking regardless. Your friend noticed the attention you paid to all the clones you encountered and asked you if you had a thing for them. When you reminded them that you had someone, they simply smirked and shrugged their shoulders.

“Why does that matter? You’d likely never see him again. Have some fun and pretend it never happened. You could be doing one of them a favor, letting them get some action before they go off to die in the stupid war.”

You didn’t like that way of thinking, and you told your friend so. Even if they didn’t have much time to enjoy themselves, they deserved more than to be used for the entertainment of others. If they wanted to go out and lose themselves in some trooper they never wanted to see again, that was their business, but it wasn’t something you intended to do.

That night when you got home, you were surprised to find your partner waiting for you. They were almost never home before you, working late hours at the office of the Senator they worked with. Their presence in the apartment at this time of day was completely unheard of.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking around to see if anything was amiss in the apartment. “Is something wrong?”

“I hope not, or this will be quite awkward,” they said, pushing a button on the small remote in their hands.

Soft music began to play and you finally noticed the things that were different. There were flowers in a vase on the counter, small candles burning in various places, and the overall lighting of the room was dim. When your eyes drifted back to them, you saw them sinking down to one knee.

“I had hoped to make this a bit more romantic,” they started. “Take you out for dinner and make a big thing about it, but I thought this would be more your speed.”

You felt your heart rate increase as you realized what was happening. They were proposing. This was a moment that you had been imagining since you were a young girl and had been waiting to happen since you had gotten together. It was everything you had wanted.

So why did it feel so wrong? Why did you want to turn around and run away?

You stared at your partner, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. Things had been so stagnant between you that you had never seen this coming. Had there been signs that you had missed? Had you been so distracted by the thought of a man that probably didn’t even remember your name that you didn’t see what was right in front of you?

“I think the two of us are a great match, and we could do great things together in the future.”

Part of you wanted to stop them before they went any further, but another part of you wanted to latch onto this opportunity and take it before it slipped away. This is what you had wanted for so long, it only made sense that you accept your fate and follow the plan you had laid out so many years ago.

“We don’t need to rush into anything and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready and everything can be as you want, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to know that I’m committed to you and this relationship.”

These were the words you had been waiting to hear for months. You had been so desperate for them only a month ago, but now they seemed to skim right over you as if they meant nothing. A call of your name broke you out of your thoughts and focused your attention on the person before you.

“Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Your lips couldn’t form an answer. Neither acceptance or rejection left your mouth. You simply stood there staring at them. A thousand thoughts blew around inside your mind, pushing you this way and that. You couldn’t make sense of any of them, so you said the first thing that you could grasp.

“I need time to think.”

You could see your partner’s shoulders sink in disappointment at your answer. You didn’t want to hurt them, the sight of their pain sending a knife into your stomach. If they had asked this question a month ago, your answer would have been a loud and confident yes. Now, when you had experienced the thrill of what things should have felt with them, but with someone else, you weren’t sure.

“I’m not saying no,” you clarified, hoping to ease their pain a bit. “This is a serious decision and I want to be sure before I give you my answer. You mean a lot to me and I want to make sure we make the right decision before we jump into anything.”

That answer seemed to have a more positive effect on them and you could see their spirits lift a small amount as they rose from the kneeled position and closed the box with the ring. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even looked at the ring. It could have been the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen and you wouldn’t have known it.

“I promise that I will think things through,” you said, stepping forward and taking their hands in your own. “You will have your answer before long.”

Meaning what you had promised, you took the steps you needed to come up with the answer to the important question you had been asked. You needed to see if there was a chance to repeat that moment in the bar, to see if that chemistry was indeed there or if you had imagined it. You had asked your friend to look Fives up and they had been able to tell you what unit he served with and through their sources, had learned that the 501st was currently on Coruscant.

That night, you headed to 79’s to complete your mission. You just had to find Fives and see how things went. If he didn’t remember you or if you didn’t click like you had that first night, you would put the matter to rest. As you made your way in the direction of the bar, a horrible thought crossed your mind.

What if he isn’t even alive anymore?

You knew there were many risks in war and even the most capable soldier could be lost on the battlefield. There was a distinct possibility that Fives was no longer around and all your worrying and searching had been for nothing. The two of you could have simply been two ships passing in the night, crossing paths for a moment, never to meet again.

The moment you crossed the threshold of the bar, your eyes searched the bar for his signature tattoo. You drifted from face to face, all of the identical men blurring together in your desperation. Eventually, you settled on a group in blue and white armor. You searched their faces frantically and found what you were looking for. Standing with another clone with a handprint on the chest plate of his armor, the man you knew to be Echo based on the stories you had heard last time, was Fives.

Just as you found him in the crowd, he turned his gaze in direction and your eyes met across the room. Judging by the surprised raise of his brows, you guessed that he had seen you and recognized you. He lifted his hand to give you a wave, gesturing for you to cross the room to join him. Your heart was in your throat as you pushed through the crowd to his side. Fives smiled at you when you reached him and gestured to you as he spoke to the man beside him.

“This is that girl I was telling you about,” he said. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

The other clone smiled at you and held out his hand to you. You were so flustered by Fives calling you beautiful again that you nearly missed his attempt to greet you. You learned that it was in fact Echo, just as you had guessed.

“I think I’ll leave you two to get acquainted,” Echo said, moving away from you and Fives. “It was nice to meet you.”

Fives nodded at his brother before turning his full attention to you.

“I told you I’d see you again,” he said with a large grin. “I am surprised to see you here again. Another friend in need of moral support?”

“Actually, I came here to find you,” you said. “I wanted to be sure of something before I made a decision that will change my life forever.”

“Oh really? What did you want to be sure of?”

You couldn’t find the words to answer him. You hadn’t had much more of a plan than to simply find him, not having thought any further than that. For once, you didn’t have a plan. Maybe you could just see him and figure out what to do after that. But, here he stood before you and you had no more answers than you had before you arrived.

“I honestly don’t know,” you said. “There was something…last time I saw you, I felt something that I can’t explain. It’s been driving me crazy for the past month and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Fives’ brow furrowed in confusion, which you didn’t blame him for. Nothing you were saying made sense. You never should have done this.

“I thought you were taken?” he asked. “That’s what you told me. Or was that just a line to get me to leave you alone?”

“It’s complicated…”

“How complicated?” he asked before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “I can deal with complicated.”

You met his eyes and could see something dark hiding behind his questioning gaze. Something that you had seen a glimmer of last time, but had ignored. Something dangerous.

“Why don’t we go somewhere we can talk privately?” he said under his breath.

You nodded and followed his lead when he started walking to a hallway that led to a part of the bar that was much quieter than the main area. He led you to a doorway, which you guessed led to a storage room of some sort. After hesitating for a moment, you followed him in and closed the door behind you.

You leaned back against the door and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You felt your palms sweating from your nerves, so you wiped them on your pants before clenching them at your sides. The feeling of your nails digging into the skin grounded you enough to open your eyes and face the situation at hand.

When you glanced up at Fives, you saw him leaning against the opposite wall. He met your gaze and in the dim light of the room, you could see his expression twisting into one of concern mixed with curiosity.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” he said. “And don’t diminish the importance of what you’re thinking about.”

Steeling your nerves, you set your shoulders and looked him in the eyes as you spoke.

“Last time I saw you, I felt a connection between us,” you said. “It was something that I hadn’t felt in a long time and I couldn’t get you out of my mind for the past month.”

You saw a smirk spread across Fives’ face at your words.

“I’ve been known to have that effect on people,” he said before his smirk shifted into a softer smile. “If it helps, the feeling is mutual. I’ve been thinking about you too.”

That didn’t help, despite what he had said. The fact that your feelings hadn’t been one-sided only made this situation harder.

“I have someone. Someone good, that has been part of my life for a while now. They’re everything I’ve wanted out of life for as long as I can remember. I have so many plans and they are the key to fulfilling them.”

Fives’ eyebrows rose and the smile faded from his face, replaced by a look of annoyance.

“And why are you telling me this?”

You took a step closer to him, never looking away from him as you moved.

“Because you are throwing a wrench in those plans. I have my goals within my grasp and something is holding me back. A chance that I may never have again, and I don’t want it to slip past me without knowing what things could be like if I had taken it.”

Fives stepped forward from his position against the wall and closed the distance between you a little more. His eyes drifted down your form before lifting to meet your gaze again.

“So take it,” he said softly. “If it scratches that itch and you can move on to everything you planned, I’d be glad to help you along.”

You didn’t need much more encouragement than that. You took one final step forward and threw your body in his direction. Your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips in a kiss that was both sweet and desperate. His hands found purchase on your waist, holding you in place as he returned the kiss with fervor. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had wanted to do this since laying eyes on you a month ago.

After a few moments, you pulled away slightly and met his gaze again. The dark look from before had expanded, front and center in his eyes rather than hidden and controlled. The guilt you had felt before about using him for your own fulfillment seemed to evaporate at the sight of the desire within him.

What harm could it do? Scratch that itch and move on with your lives. You’d both be better off in the end, knowing that you hadn’t let this pass you by.

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exhaustedpirate · 1 month

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like the edit above, this fic was inspired by olivia rodrigo's song "bad idea right?" so if you want to see emma and killian get trapped in an elevator, go right ahead ;) major thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for being my beta!

rated G | 2306 words also on AO3

“See you soon…”

Emma sighed as she put her phone away. This was a terrible idea.

Actually, it was almost criminal.

Rule number one of break-ups: never have a one-night stand with your ex. Especially after said ex cheated on you.

She’d blame it on the alcohol when she was tip-toeing out of his apartment the next day or even on David for being promoted and choosing a bar that’s a block away from his building. She could even blame it on Neal for sending her that text in the first place.

She sighed once more as she put her jacket on and started making the walk to his building. There was no excuse that would stop her friends from absolutely eviscerating her when they found out.

Emma hesitated at the door, looking up at the skies for some help, anything to stop her from going inside. And she waited and waited until her phone buzzed again.

Are you close? his message read.

And really that should have been a sign on its own, she was sure to be lying about that soon. But maybe it would be fine, maybe he would surprise her. Just heading for the elevator, she responded.

The doors to the elevator opened with a mighty groan and she tried to remain calm. She was not climbing 20 flights of stairs again. With a deep breath, she headed inside.

“Hold the lift!” Emma heard an accented voice call out and she jumped into action, pressing the open door button quickly.

“Thanks,” he sighed out as the doors closed behind him just as loudly as they opened. “Didn’t want to be stuck in the lobby waiting for it to come back.”

“No problem.” Emma turned to him and immediately cursed the universe.

Here she was, heading to her ex’s apartment only to have this handsome hunk of a man remind her that there were so many other men in the world. He even smelled amazing, his musky perfume wafting her away as he pressed his floor button.

So she focused on the floor, anything that would stop her from having second - well, fourth and fifth - thoughts about what she was about to do. She watched as the elevator buttons lit up as they passed the second, third, fourth- before the rising box stalled with a shaking thump.

“What the hell?!” Her knuckles were white as she clenched the railing.

“Bloody hell,” her companion muttered, picking up his fallen phone. “Again?!”

“This has happened before?!” She was well aware of her high-pitched voice.

“Hmm, aye.” She was absolutely not focused on the way he bit his bottom lip. “The building manager always says it’s fixed, but- you don’t live here, do you?”

Of course he had blue eyes, dammit! And they were definitely not doing things to her insides. So she likes blue eyes, sue her.

“No,” she muttered, clearing her throat as she realized she had been staring. “I’m just visiting a friend.” More like a booty call, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, of course.” The way his cheeks grew redder told her that he might know it anyway. “Well, he’s basically just trying to put a band-aid over a bullet wound. But this is the only lift in the building so-”

“Yeah, I get it.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Just pissed it had to happen to me.”

He was watching her, she could feel him staring at her. Maybe she should have been embarrassed but she was too busy trying not to have a full blown panic attack.

“Take deep breaths, love, I’m calling for help.”

She felt him move and he probably pressed a button because the sound of ringing filled the small rectangle. Emma focused on the evenly spaced tones other than her rapid breathing.

“Elevate Services, how may I help you?”

“Elevate, really?” Emma muttered and let his deep chuckle fill her heavy chest.

“Uhm, hi,” her elevator companion spoke to the button controls. “We’re stuck in one of your elevators and we’d really appreciate some help and maybe some uplifting words.”

Emma groaned. “Please, don’t you start with the puns too.”

His amused grin was devastatingly beautiful that she almost forgot her panic. Almost.

“Right, no problem,” the operator giggled - can’t blame her - before they heard the clacking of keys. “Which building are you in?”

“3B, on Farmhouse Road.”

There was a second of silence as she likely typed the address. “Oh yeah, that elevator has been having some issues.”

“No shit, lady,” Emma groused, her patience running thin.

“My apologies, lass.” And maybe she should have felt worse about putting him in that position but they were stuck in a murder box, so she was entitled. “We’re a little bit panicked.”

“I understand completely, not to worry.” Now Emma was feeling a little bad - the lady was being very nice. “I will try to contact the building manager and get him to check the control box. If that doesn’t work, I’ll call Emergency Services.”

“Do you know how long that will take?” the man asked, stopping Emma from asking the exact same question, although likely in a much more rude manner.

“I would say about half an hour? Just try to remain calm and push the button if there are any changes.”

“Thank you, lass, we will.”

The elevator was silent after the operator hung up except for Emma’s loud breathing. She kept her head up and her eyes closed, her hands painfully holding the railing.

“It will be alright, I promise.”

His voice was calming as she focused on its rhythm and cadence. “Can you just keep talking? It helps.”

“Of course.” He was quick to agree and her heart beat faster for a completely different reason. It was a very different response than she’d had before. “I think I could start with introductions, my name’s Killian Jones.”

“Emma Swan.”

“That’s a lovely name and very fitting, if I may say so.”

Maybe her blush could bring some blood flow to her head now. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He hummed as he tried to find something to say before exclaiming in a burst of inspiration, “Princess Bride was on TV last night. I don’t know if you've ever watched it, but it was my favorite film growing up.” Her head dropped to watch as he smiled, her lips ticking up to join him. “I had the VHS tape and I played it so many times, I couldn’t rewind it anymore.”

A quiet chuckle left her as her heart quieted in her chest. “It was my favorite movie too.”

His grin was wide and damn. Just damn. “You seem a decent fellow…”

“I hate to kill you.”

“I hate to die.”

They grinned as they finished the quote at the same time.

“More of a Dread Pirate Roberts, are we?”

“What can I say?” Killian waggled his eyebrows, leaning against the wall in front of her with his ankles crossed. “I identify with the handsome pirate.”

“Not surprised.”

“Are you implying you find me handsome, Swan?”

Her eyebrow rose at the nickname and how lovely it sounded coming from his lips. “Maybe,” she shrugged with a smirk.

“I’m not much for implications, so I will say it outright. Buttercup’s beauty doesn’t hold a candle to yours.”

She felt her cheeks heat up. As cheesy as the line was, it just sounded right in his voice and his eyes didn’t betray any falsehood in his statement.

“I hope I wasn’t too forward.”

“Hmm, no, not at all, just not used to it, I guess.” She shrugged lamely, beating herself up over showing too much to a relative stranger.

Killian almost looked offended. “That in and of itself is a crime.”

“Well, not every guy behaves like they came straight out of a period drama.” She waved her hand at him with a smirk.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He matched her smirk before sobering up. He scratched at the back of his neck and the endearing move made her insides dance the Irish jig. “But I meant it, you deserve to be cherished and cared for.”

“Hmm, thanks.” She couldn’t look at him anymore. If she did, she was sure to jump him. And that was more of a bad idea than accepting a booty call from your ex.

Speaking of, she grabbed her phone from her pocket to check for any messages. But, as expected, no cell service.

“Just great…”

“I’m sorry, love, I’m sure your friend will understand when you explain it to them.”

Her laugh was bitter and she almost felt bad for the frown on his beautiful face. “Right. Neal is probably throwing a tantrum ‘cause I haven’t shown up yet.”

“And you’re still friends with him?”

Emma sighed. She was really going to tell a stranger, a handsome stranger. “Neal isn’t my friend, he’s my ex. I came here to, hmm, well…”

“Right,” Killian interrupted, nodding his head as he looked away, sparing her from having to actually say it, but it still didn’t hold back her mortification.

“I know that it’s a stupid idea, but-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, love.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you to think that I’m dumb for putting myself through this.”

“I don’t think you’re dumb. I could never think that of you,” he quickly said, taking a step towards her.

“You should, though,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I mean, he cheated on me and yet, I’m still here, giving him exactly what he wants.”

“You’re not dumb, Emma.” His use of her name had her locking eyes with him. “If you are, then so am I. I did the same thing with my ex. Worst part is she was married.” He looked away, shame in his eyes now. “I’m not proud of it, of course.”

“What a pair, huh?”

They shared sarcastic laughter. “If anything, we can thank this elevator for stopping you from going through with it.”

She laughed once more before a realization stopped her. Maybe he was right, maybe this was the sign. Ugh, was she really taking a faulty elevator as a sign from the universe? Well, if it came with a handsome dark-haired gentleman, maybe she should.

“Do you want to go out for a coffee sometime?” Her sudden invitation surprised them both. She really hoped she wasn’t misunderstanding his look of desire. “Maybe I’m the one being too forward now.”

“No, not at all,” Killian quickly stopped her, his blush reaching the tip of his pointed ears. “I-I-”

Oh god, she hadn’t felt this way since she asked Lily to be her prom date in high school.

“Alright, guys, the elevator should come on now.” The voice from the control pad interrupted and she could almost strangle the woman. “It should take you up to your floors.”

“Hmm, yeah, thanks, love,” Killian cleared his throat, throwing his words at the microphone but without taking his eyes from her.

“Thanks,” she echoed.

“No problem, guys. Have a good night.”

The elevator groaned as it resumed its ascent towards the tenth floor. They hadn’t taken their eyes off each other and she silently begged him to give his answer. The ding was loud in the tense silence.

“This is your floor,” Killian muttered, his expression impassive. The doors were just as loud opening, slow and heavy.

“What the hell, Ems? What took you so long?” Neal’s voice sounded from the corridor and she finally broke eye contact with Killian to move towards the open elevator doors, missing his disappointed and self-admonishing look. “Come on.”

She stopped at the entrance, stopping the doors from closing as she watched her ex. Yeah, maybe she was about to be let down by a gorgeous man, but at least she wasn’t going to be sleeping with her piece of shit ex-boyfriend.

“This isn’t going to happen, Neal.” Emma took a step back into the elevator, finally letting the doors begin to close, slowly and grudgingly as if they were trying to get her to change her mind. She wasn’t going to. “Don’t ever call me again,” she finished before the doors finally closed on her past.

“God, that felt good,” Emma groaned as she leaned against the wall, the elevator continuing its ascent.

“I’m proud of you, love.” She turned to him to see his beautiful smile and gleaming eyes. It felt good to bask in his affection. What a new thing to experience.

The elevator dinged on his floor and he began to walk out of it, stopping just like her at the doors.

“I didn’t answer your invite, did I?”

Emma watched him, looking for any clue as to what his answer would be, but she saw nothing but a hint of a smile that really could mean anything. “Hmm, no, you didn’t.”

“Would it be too forward to invite you in for that coffee?”

Her heart beat against her chest in an almost painful way. “It’s ten at night.”

“It’ll keep us awake so we can get to know each other better,” he shrugged. “I see nothing wrong with that.”

“Then I would love some coffee.”

His smile was dazzling and she couldn’t help but to reciprocate. He bowed and held out his hand and she couldn’t stop the giggle from coming out. “Just living up to my gentleman pirate role.”

She grinned. “Maybe we should even watch ‘Princess Bride’ tonight.” And she knew it was coming as she watched his eyes sparkle under the artificial light of the corridor.

“As you wish.”

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“Did you really delay fixing the elevator, just to see if they would get together?” her coworker huffed disbelievingly, rolling his eyes.

She shrugged, a self-satisfied grin on her face. “What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic.”

#carolina writes #cs ff #ouat ff #killian jones #captain hook #emma swan #captainswan #neal cassidy #elevator hitch #bad idea right

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Marry Me AU, Pt 10 Finale

In the months that follow, life continues. Kara reclaims her anonymity, and Lena's career continues on an upward trajectory. She releases a new single, one that finally uses the melody she'd shared with Esme, finally having found the words it belongs to.

What hurts the most is that the tabloids start running photos of Lena and Andrea together. Kara declines the check Jack delivers to her at the school. When Jack insists, and Kara refuses, Jack finally snaps.

"When are you going to pull your head out of your ass?" he asks. "I was rooting for you, you know? We were all rooting for you! Are you really doing all this to protect her--?"

"I'm protecting myself!" Kara fires back. "My family! It was never going to work! It was better to break it off now than to wait until she figured it out for herself!"

"So you're just going to make that decision for her?!"

"Because if I had waited I-- my kid would have loved her even more, and it would have devastated her to lose her too!"

With that, Kara storms away down the sidewalk, leaving Jack to stand alone, check in hand.

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The day before Esme and Kara's mathalon, Lena appears on Jimmy Fallon to promote Marry Me with Andrea. As Lena sits on the couch beside her ex, her thoughts are miles away, with a group of nerdy kids and a woman she's unable to fully shake.

"You two wrote Marry Me together," Jimmy states for the audience. "Then Andrea wrote Segundo for Lena, and Lena wrote On My Way for Andrea, so I think we can all agree that the next one should be called 'Come ON already!'"

The audience laughs, but the sounds deadens in Lena's ears. She didn't write her song for Andrea. She thought she'd written it for herself, but she's startled to realize that that's not really true either.

"I didn't write it for Andrea," she says, cutting off the lead-in to the commercial break. Fallon stops, staring at her. Lena shakes her head. "I don't know where you got that impression, but it's not true. It was never about her."

"Mi vida," Andrea mutters through clenched, smiling teeth. "Que es esto?"

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," Lena says honestly, "I know I picked a bad time to have an epiphany, but I just realized-- I don't want do this right now."

She turns to Andrea, whose gaze continues to bounce between her and the audience, her smile still in place.

"'Drea, I don't want to be the person who makes the same mistakes anymore. I deserve more than that-- and I think I've finally found someone who can give me that."

This time, it's her turn to smile, and she withdraws her hand when Andrea reaches for it. Turning back to Jimmy, she giggles in relief. "I have to go!"

"Go?" Jimmy echoes as she rises to her feet, heading for the exit. "Go where?"

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In Peoria, Kara watches with joy as her mathletes answer question after question. With each success she sees their pride in themselves grow until they're actually in the final round against the imposing three-time existing champions.

Esme is selected to compete in a sudden death round against the mathlete from the rival team. As the clock starts to countdown, she's struck with a bout of stage fright. Kara sees her freeze, and she shoots to her feet.

"Esme!" she whisper shouts, catching her niece's attention.

Esme stares at her in fright.

Deliberately, Kara starts to move. Slowly, to a silent beat, she shifts from foot to foot, following the same choreography Lena had shown them weeks ago. After a moment, Esme catches on, and starts to move herself. Stiffly at first, then more confidently as her mind starts to work again.

In between toe taps and the occasional spin, Esme scribbles her math down on the provided notepad as the timer ticks ever downwards. On the verge of the final bell, Esme blurts her answer.

"That is correct!" the judge declares.

The auditorium explodes into raucous cheers at the realization that the insufferable reigning champs are dethroned. What none of them realize is that the audience has grown by one.

From her spot wrapped in Kara's arms, she catches sight of Lena standing in a little black dress, bundled in a borrowed heavy coat.

"I'm so proud of you, Esme," she says.

Kara's head shoots up, and she freezes, riveted at the sight of Lena in the most incongruous of places.

"You took a shot," Lena continues, "even though there was a chance you could fail. That's what matters."

Esme steps out of her aunt's arms, looking up at Kara with delight. But Kara can only stare.

"They say if want something different, you have to do something different." Lena swallows thickly.

"What if we're too different?" Kara chokes out.

"What if we're not?"

Breathlessly, Lena turns to pick up what looks suspiciously like a pep rally poster taken from the hallway outside. When she turns it around, it has two words written on the back of it.

MARRY ME

Every person in the audience has their phones out and recording-- probably live streaming. But Lena doesn't seem to notice. She only stares at Kara hopefully, but when doesn't immediately come, she turns and reaches for a second poster.

AGAIN, it reads.

Kara huffs out a laugh. She reaches for Esme, and pulls her close to her side. When Lena mouths I love you, Esme nudges Kara forward. "Come on, Aunt Kara. Go get her."

So prompted, Kara hops off the stage and into Lena's arms. When their lips collide in a fervent kiss, everything in Kara's heart clicks back into place.

She doesn't even mind the camera phones.

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armyhome · 2 years

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drivers license | Kim Namjoon

⇢ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader.

⇢ summary: Driving all night trying to found a destination that is not you.

⇢ autor notes: First: I know I'm late to Moonie bday this year, but with a new job, new responsibilities were demanded, second: well I wrote this one the moment Livs dropped the song, but everything became so chaotic between the fandoms, got me afraid to post and only make it worse? Idk, but I'm here to ask kindness, her songs inspires me a lot and I care about her if you don't feel the same way, it's okay, just don't bother me pls.

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Right now our memories are like a kaleidoscope, fragments of good and bad moments spin around really fast like the road being swelled by my car, I couldn't stop driving since I pick my license, tears run to my face and I press the accelerator more, he probably with her right now, fuck!

I work so hard on this license because Namjoon say so many times he was so afraid to drive, and wanna to bad travel around because no one in their right mind wanna drive in São Paulo with this terrible traffic, he didn’t know how expensive was this license??

“Take it easy, you are going too fast!” I hear his voice, nice now I’m hallucinating!

"You are not real so why do you care?" I go faster, I wish he was here so I can scream right in his face.

“Why you can not see for the bright side, you will have more independence now..” Okay, I should punch him.

“I don’t know if where you are from this kinda license is cheap, but here is enough money to travel for another country!” I punch the steering wheel “I always say to myself: Don’t be that kind of girl who do everything fo love, remember what this made to you mom, BUT I WAS SO STUPID IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR CHRIST NAMJOON!”

I put the car on the roadside, I need to breathe. Why I was being so emotional about this why? Even in my high school days, I was like this, how can I get so madly in love this time, when he was probably whit that blonde perfect girl that was part of his composer team?

The thing I didn’t understand was the song, why he writes something so beautiful when don’t mean it? Namjoon’s feelings were so superficial?

We both are not perfect persons, and that was a fundamental part, the fact I could see his scars and he sees my scars and realizes that even being in different shapes and drawings they kinda look like.

Maybe she understands best than I do, but will I find someone who understands me as much as he did? We used to know so much about each other, more than our close friends.

“Stop crying…” And here it goes his voice again.

“Okay, I know you are just a hallucination from my subconscious, but maybe there is my answer and I don’t know!” I dry my tears using the back of my hands and turn on the car again

“Why did you compose that song when you didn’t mean it?"

“Who says I didn’t?” I laugh, out loud and put the car back on the road.

“If you mean, why you are not here, but with that blond girl? Why you are not here to see me driving like you say that you wanna do so much?” He sigh and don’t say a thing “You don’t mean what you wrote about right?” And silence one more time.

It was late, almost breaking down when I finally diced go home, the Marginal was getting full of cars, people going to work, I almost crash into the car in front of me because of the BTS logo stick, the red light was on and I didn't notice, so the Eldorado shopping as projecting the members face promoting the new movie, and one more time I almost crash, this time in a light pole, I would need so much therapy, oh lord, so the car next to me start to play their songs I give up of being sane. When I park the car the skies were blue like just winter could provide, with no summer rains clouds to interposed that beautiful blue. It’s over, you need to be forgotten everything, no one gonna know about this freakout moment, it’s over, time to come back for a normal life.

The bird sings like it was saying that should be the time to get out of the house not get in, he wasn’t wrong, but today I need a rest, and later I walk and found some inspiration to write, this creative block was killing me, this filling unsolved is killing me.

When I get inside, my heart falls “What you are doing here?” I ask Namjoon sitting in my favorite chair, he looks at me “You should be with your new girlfriend, did she knows that you are here?” I didn’t let my heart feel hope because of his presence “Are you even real?”

“You didn’t notice, but I was really the whole night…”He shows his cell phone, a call with more than five hours “I think your smart call is on, and when you say my name he calls me”

“Okay, now I know that I have to erase your phone number, don’t worry, will not happen again, bye!” He looks at me for a long time “BYE NAMJOON!”

“I just wanna say that, at the time I wrote that song, I really mean, I really think was forever, I sorry that I can’t keep that part, but you still important to me, I don’t wanna be erased of your memory” He get up of my chair “Don't lock your self in your parent's story, you are not your mom and your dad…”

“And you don’t have a tour to plan? Why are you here, Namjoon?” I look inside his eyes, I will not forgive him if I see pity in there, there is not on there, I go to the kitchen to free myself from his presence, I need water.

“This is the last tour before I go to the army for two years, I hope you can go, I truly hope you reconsider living with us, our relationship should not interfere with those things, you are an amazing professional…” I put the glass on the balcony with more strength than was needed.

“If is because of my work don’t worry, I already found someone perfect for my spot, an amazing professional, don’t worry, now can you please go?” I show him the door “And give me back my keys, I don’t need to find you in my house anytime you are here” He put the keys in my hand.

“I really mean, the song and wanna you in the concert” I took a deep breath..

“Please, tell those things to your new girl, write for her a song that you really mean, go to the army and after that come back for her, on a rainy day, like a proper kdrama, I don’t care, I’ll live my life from now one, and will not involves you at all, okay? Now goodbye Kim Namjoon! For real!”

I watch him leave, my heart breaks every step, but I will keep strong, I will keep going, no one dies because of a broken heart, one day I will use that driver's license for something bigger than traveling with Namjoon, but right now, I will found a way to heal my broken heart.

#kim namjoon #moonie #bts rm #rm #namjoon

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Charm

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky checks whether he still has his 1940′s charm.

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: TFATWS spoilers! No warning, just a bit of fluff I guess???

A/N: Nothing really, just that Bucky deserves all the love in the world :’)

Charming (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You should date someone.”

Bucky groans at Yori’s suggestion. Again. The old guy had been pestering him about it ever since they started their little friendship. Introduced girls and forced him to take them out to dinner or bingo. He did try of course, but it always seemed too fast for him.

“I already did, haven’t I? You sort of forced me to go on one, remember?” Bucky asked before downing a glass of sake in one go.

Thank god they went to a different Japanese restaurant this time. His date with the girl at the other restaurant went pretty badly, with him walking out after a particularly sensitive topic and never returning. Bucky felt bad and as much as he wanted to go back there and apologize, he just doesn’t have the courage to show his face again.

“Yeah, well you messed up.” Yori said pointedly.

Bucky chortled, “Or maybe you messed up by forcing me. I told you, you gotta take it slow like a dance. I mean, you don’t just ask anyone to dance with you. You ask someone you’d like to dance with.”

Yori’s shoulders trembled as he tried to bite back his laughter. Bucky made a face when he realized he’d been talking a lot.

“Then go find someone you want to date. Or maybe you just don’t have it in you.” The older man teased.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, “Sounds like a challenge.”

As Bucky poured himself another glass of sake, he began to wonder whether Yori was right. Maybe he really didn’t have it anymore, the confidence and charm he used to have back in his time.

Only one way to find out.

The club was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Initially, Bucky thought that it would be the perfect place to find someone to date. Apparently not, because despite the presence of beautiful girls, they were pretty much throwing themselves at him. As much as Bucky was curious about the so called “hook-up” culture in the modern times, it just wasn’t for him.

And good god, the dancing? It’s not what it used to be; Bucky wasn’t even sure if he could call those movements “dance”.

Bucky called it a night and quickly headed to the exit. And that’s where he noticed you, fumbling with your phone and clicking your tongue from what seemed to be frustration. He slowed down in his steps, not wanting to interrupt your little moment as you mumbled a string of curses to yourself.

He eyed you from head to toe, noticing that you were wearing something too simple for a club: just a white shirt, some jeans and a pair of sneakers. With Bucky’s experience, he learned to be observant enough to read someone’s personality.

You were definitely not a frequent visitor to these clubs. And he was right about that because you were just forced to tag along to your officemates to celebrate a promotion.

“Ugh, fuck. Come on!” You unintentionally exclaimed out loud, stomping on the ground causing for Bucky to let out a chuckle.

Bucky’s eyes widened when you abruptly turned around, “Oh sorry. I didn’t meant to uhh...are you okay?” He asked timidly, slowly walking over to where you stood.

You huffed out, “I’m trying to book a ride, but the signal here sucks.” You explained. “And I’m not really comfortable to walk home at this hour.” You quickly added.

It was close to ten in the evening, it wasn’t that late yet but given the location and downsides of being a woman, you really didn’t want to risk your safety.

“Won’t your friends give you a ride home?” He asked.

You groaned, “They aren’t really my friends...I just work with them. They’re all shit-faced drunk and I didn’t even plan on coming here. Not a fan of clubs.” You admitted.

Bucky chuckled as he kicked the ground, “Guess that makes two of us.”

Your hum caught Bucky’s attention and when he looked up, you were looking at him suspiciously. For a moment he thought that you might have recognized him but you merely laughed and shook your head.

“You don’t seem like the type to hate clubs. Why are you here then?” You asked curiously.

Bucky shrugged, “Thought I’d find someone here that I can you know...take out on a date.”

You cackled out loud, it was the kind of laughter that made Bucky join in. You probably thought it was stupid for him to come looking for love at a club. And well, given his experience inside, you were correct.

“I know. It’s stupid. I haven’t been to clubs really, so I honestly didn’t know what to expect.” He admitted, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly.

You nodded, “How was your experience inside then?”

“You could say I was pretty shocked. And disoriented. The lights made me dizzy.” Bucky said, widening his eyes in emphasis.

Laughing, you nodded and agreed before introducing yourself so casually. Bucky repeated your name, he liked the way it sounded.

“I’m James.”

Bucky found himself easily opening up to you. The conversations flowed naturally, from something as basic as favorite food down to your mutual hatred for crowded places and everything in between. Bucky learned that you often volunteer at an orphanage and that you hate plums which happens to be his favorite. It resulted to a harmless debate that lasted ten minutes.

You asked him about his work, something that he had to lie his way around. As much as he wanted to be honest with you, he was afraid that revealing the truth might scare you off. You seemed to be really interested in him whenever he talked about his boring daily routine.

“Do you...do you like to talk somewhere else?” Bucky blurted out.

You offered a sad smile, one that broke Bucky’s heart because you were probably going to reject him. Understandable though, he was a stranger and it was late at night. It was hard to trust people nowadays.

“I have work tomorrow morning.” You apologetically said.

“But you can walk me home...if you’d like?” You asked. “I probably sound demanding but uhh, I don’t think I can really book a ride and I don’t want to walk home alone at this hour.”

Bucky heaved out a deep sigh of relief and laughed, “I thought you didn’t like talking to me.” He sheepishly admitted.

“No, I actually like talking to you. You’re fun. And interesting.” You smiled.

Bucky beamed and extended a hand, letting you lead the way before matching your pace. The more he talked to you, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, you’d be the first person he’d willingly ask out on a date.

The walk lasted half an hour but to Bucky, it only felt like minutes. It was definitely not enough for him to get to know you more.

“Well, this is me.” You announced when you reached your apartment building.

“Thanks for walking me home, I really appreciate it.” You said.

Bucky placed his hands inside his pockets and nodded, “Call me old-fashioned, but I felt like any gentleman should do so.”

Bucky held your gaze and debated how he should ask you out. Should he just blurt out the question? Would that be too soon? Your number! Maybe he should ask for your number first, show his therapist that finally, there was a new number registered in his contacts.

“Well, I should head inside.” You said when Bucky remained silent and although Bucky didn’t want to assume, he thought he saw a look if disappointed in your eyes.

Yori is going to regret saying that he doesn’t have game.

“Wait,” Bucky called out before you could turn around. “Being old-fashioned and all, I know this might be too forward. Or too fast, even.” he trailed and cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me? This Saturday. We can go to the beach, get ice cream...” he suggested.

Wrong move! Out of all the places he could suggest, it just had to be the beach! It’s not like he could wear a long-sleeved top and his gloves without getting dirty looks from people. You were going to find out the truth about him, his arm, his past. And then you’d regret letting him walk you home because who knew what the Winter Soldier was capable of?

“I’d love to.” You replied with a grin but before Bucky could suggest another place, you had already walked up to the front door of your apartment building, pulling it open before suddenly stopping.

“Or we can just take a walk at the park if you want, if that’s more comfortable for you.” You suggested turning your head to look back at Bucky.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Again, he was unable to say something because you beat him to it with a surprising revelation.

“I’ll wait for you to come pick me up on Saturday. And don’t worry about your arm, I don’t mind. Good night, Bucky.”

And with one final beautiful smile, you headed inside the building leaving Bucky with a confused look. You knew him all along but didn’t say anything. You opened up to him, held his arm when you laughed and still, it didn’t bother you. You didn’t call him out when he lied about working for a mechanic shop, didn’t get scared when he offered to walk you home.

It took a few seconds for Bucky’s brain to process everything. And then he found himself grinning like a fool when he proved something to himself. And well, Yori too.

“Guess I still got it.”

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bechloeislegit · 2 years

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Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief

A/N: Wow! 2 fics in one day. I was working on both fics I posted today in the background while I participated in the February Drabble Challenge. Now that the Drabble Challenge is done, I was able to complete the fics and was too impatient to wait to post them on different days. So, you're welcome?

No smut so don't look for or expect it.

The full prompt will be noted at the end. I hope you enjoy it.

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Stacie jumped when the front door slammed shut. She looked up to see her best friend and roommate, Beca, storm into the living room and grab her laptop bag from her shoulder as if she was looking for somewhere to throw it.

“Better not,” Stacie said. “You can’t afford to replace it.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Beca said. “I’ll make the studio replace it since they’re the ones who make me want to throw it against a wall.”

“Rough day at work again?” Stacie asked, patting the space next to her on the sofa. “Come tell me what happened.”

Beca sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She gently set her laptop bag down by the end of the sofa and made her way over to Stacie. She flopped down and looked at Stacie.

“It’s the same old thing,” Beca whined. “When they promoted me to Producer, I thought it meant I’d be able to produce the music I wanted to make. Something I’d be proud to have my name on, you know?”

“I know,” Stacie said, nodding her head.

Beca continued. “No matter what I do, I’m still being treated like the low man on the totem pole.”

“So, what happened today?” Stacie asked.

“Pimp-Lo happened,” Beca snarled.

“Pimp-Lo?” Stacie repeated. “What is a Pimp-Lo?”

“Not what, who,” Beca said, chuckling lightly. She sighed again. “Although, what might be a more apt description of him. Anyway, Pimp-Lo is what I call a disaster, but Evan calls him the next big thing. I was given his track to work on and what I heard was a stinking pile of shit. I worked day and night on it for three days. I even used my own voice as a backup vocalist because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone else to even listen to or be a part of it.”

“Is it really that bad?” Stacie asked.

“Yes, it is,” Beca responded. “So, anyway, today he came in to hear it and he hated it. Said it should be played the way he originally did it because that’s what his fans want to hear. His fans consist of about ten morons who saw a video he did on YouTube.”

Beca paused and looked down at her hands.

“So? What did Evan say?”

“First, she said how good my version sounded,” Beca replied. “And asked me who was singing vocals. I told her it was me, and before I could say anything else, Pimp-Lo told me to turn it off. When he said he hated it, Evan became a brown-nosing suckup and told him he was right. Then she told me to play the original, so I did. And it is just as horrible as the first fifty times I had to listen to it.”

“Did Evan say anything about that?”

“No. She was all into it, banging her head like it was a real work of art,” Beca said. “Pimp-Lo and his crew started doing what I guess they thought was dancing, and Evan told him how great it was and that the original version would be his first hit. I looked at her like she was crazy.”

“What did she say then?”

“She didn’t say or do anything, so I whispered to her asking her if she was crazy,” Beca said. “That the original was a stinking pile of shit and that my version was much better. And she said he was the artist, and if he wanted the original version, then the original version would be what we would put out. I looked at her and told her that my version was better and I did not want my name attached to his version at all.”

“Did she say or do anything when you told her that?”

“She told me I needed to stop thinking of it as my song. That I needed to realize that the artist had the last word on what was put out under their name. I told her if she thought the song was so great, she could put her name on as the producer and release it. I then unhooked my laptop from the speakers and left her office. I went straight to my office to get my stuff and came home. I’m sure I’ll get an earful tomorrow.”

Beca rolled her shoulders and winced.

“You okay?” Stacie asked.

“Just a lot of tension,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck and shoulders. “I’m going to take a long hot bath.”

“I’ll start dinner,” Stacie said.

“Thanks,” Beca said, standing and stretching her arms over her head. “But don’t rush on my account. I’ll probably be a while.”

Beca left Stacie and made her way upstairs to her room.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

The next morning, Beca woke and stretched, wincing as her back cracked and popped. She sat up on the side of the bed, putting her hands on her back and kneading it to work out some of the kinks. It didn’t help.

Beca finally sighed and stood to get ready for her day.

“You look like Hell,” Stacie said as soon as Beca walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck you!” Beca snapped, causing Stacie to look at her with raised brows.

“I know you’re tired, but you don’t need to take my head off,” Stacie said, staring at Beca. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not really,” Beca said, grimacing as she sat across from Stacie at the kitchen island. “Everything hurts.”

“I know exactly what you need,” Stacie said, placing her coffee down on the counter.

“And what’s that?” Beca asked.

“A massage,” Stacie answered. “And, I have just the person to help you.”

“You know I don’t like having anyone I don’t know touching me.”

“Trust me,” Stacie said. “Chloe’s the best. I always go to her when I get too tense. She’s amazing.”

“You’re not sending me to one of those places that give you a massage and a happy ending are you?”

“She’s not a hooker, Beca,” Stacie said, chuckling and smirking. “She’s a legit masseuse. Trust me, you’ll love her.”

“I don’t know when I’d even have time to be able to get a massage,” Beca said.

“I’ll make an appointment for her to come here,” Stacie said.

“She’ll come here?” Beca asked. “Isn’t that dangerous for her? She has no idea who or what is waiting for her on the other side of the door.”

“She’ll only do home visits for clients she knows,” Stacie said. “And she knows me. So, what do you say? I can see if she can fit you in on Saturday.”

“I don’t know, Stace,” Beca said as she stood, grabbing her back and wincing as she raised herself to her feet. “At the risk of repeating myself, I hate having people I don’t know touching me.”

“Wait until you see her,” Stacie said, winking and smirking at Beca. “You’ll be begging Chloe to touch you. I guarantee it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Beca said. “I have to get dressed and get to the studio to face the music with Evan.”

“Try not to let her get to you too much,” Stacie said. “I’ll see you later.”

Beca slowly made her way out of the kitchen and went to her room to get dressed.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

It was just after ten as Beca made her way back to her office. She had been in a staff meeting for the past hour and Evan hadn’t said a word to her. Of course, this made Beca anxious as she kept waiting for the inevitable confrontation that she knew was coming.

Beca entered her office and flopped down in the chair behind her desk. She put her elbows on the desk and massaged the back of her neck.

She had only been sitting there for about five minutes when Beca heard a ping and looked at her computer to see a notification that she had a new email. She saw that it was from Evan and held her breath as she clicked to open it. She knew that she would have to face Evan at some point.

“And so it begins,” she muttered as she opened the email.

Beca was surprised that the email was asking her to work her magic on the attached track and have it ready for Evan to review by Friday.

Beca opened the track and listened to it for a few seconds before hitting pause.

“Another pile of shit and she’s only giving me two days to make it great?” Beca muttered. “This must be payback for refusing to have anything to do with Pimp-Lo’s song.”

Beca grabbed her headphones and placed them around her neck. She chewed her lip and thought for a moment before grabbing her cell phone. She typed out a text to Stacie; hitting send when she was satisfied with what it said.

She then placed the headphones over her head and situated them to make sure they were secure before pressing play once again.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca stopped working and pulled her headphones from her head. She still had a lot to do with the track but she was too tired to continue. She looked at the time and realized it was after eight, so she gathered her stuff and left her office.

Beca made it home, walking in to find Stacie and her girlfriend, Aubrey, snuggled together on the sofa.

“You’re home late,” Stacie said.

“Got busy working on a track for Evan,” Beca said. “Are there any leftovers from dinner or should I order something?”

“Brey made lasagna,” Stacie said. “I left it warming in the oven for you.”

“You’re the best,” Beca said as she made her way to the kitchen.

Stacie and Aubrey followed Beca into the kitchen.

“Sit,” Stacie said. “I’ll get it for you.”

“Thanks,” Beca said.

Stacie grabbed the potholders and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Beca stretched and winced as she grabbed her back before sitting at the counter.

“Are you okay, Beca?” Aubrey asked. “Stacie told me about the pains in your neck and back you’ve been having.”

“I was sitting for a long time today,” Beca said, using both hands to rub her neck and shoulders. “I should really take breaks more often.”

“You should get a massage,” Aubrey suggested. “It will do wonders for you.”

“That’s what I told her,” Stacie said, plating some lasagna and placing it in front of Beca. “And I made an appointment per your request. Chloe will be here on Saturday at 2:00.”

“Thanks, Stace,” Beca said, taking a bite of lasagna. “This is good, Aubrey.”

“Thank you,” Aubrey said. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Well, kudos to you and your grandmother,” Beca said, taking another bite.

The three women chatted while Beca ate. Once she was finished, she rinsed her plate and put it in the dishwasher.

“Thanks for dinner,” Beca said. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Saturday morning, Beca woke and groaned as she rolled over to see the time. She groaned again as she pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed.

“I thought after Evan told me she liked what I did with that last track, that I’d feel less stressed,” Beca thought.

Another groan escaped as she tried to stand and her back started spasming.

“That’s new,” Beca mumbled as she rubbed the area of the spasm.

Beca slowly trudged out of her bedroom and into the kitchen to get coffee. She was not surprised to see Aubrey sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Good morning, Beca,” Aubrey said

“Good morning,” Beca mumbled. “Where’s Stacie?”

“She went to pick up breakfast for us,” Aubrey said.

“Why didn’t you guys just go out to breakfast together?”

“Stacie wanted to get something for you, too, so you would actually eat something healthy.”

“Oh,” Beca said, pouring her coffee and shuffling over to sit across from Aubrey. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Do I have to take off all my clothes for my massage?”

Aubrey chuckled lightly. “I think that’s totally up to you. But, if you want to have Chloe work on your trouble spots, like your neck and lower back, I would think you’d have to take everything but your underwear off. Although, in my experience, it’s better if you take everything off. And, don’t worry, there will be a sheet covering your butt so you won’t be mooning anyone.”

Beca chuckled. “I guess that makes sense.”

Just then, Stacie walked into the kitchen carrying two bags from the diner they all liked.

“Oh, good, you’re up,” Stacie said when she saw Beca. “I’ve got breakfast for us.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca was becoming more stressed as time for her massage appointment got closer. She really did not like to have anyone she didn’t know touch her. Her mom was the only person ever allowed to touch her. She used to tell Beca she’d get over it when she found her special someone.

Remembering her mother, brought on more anxiety as Beca realized that her mother’s birthday was approaching. She made a mental note to call her mom and send her a special gift. She really missed her mom and felt bad because she had promised her mother she’d visit her for her birthday, but with the amount of work Beca’s been given, she couldn’t get the time off.

Beca sighed heavily and ran her hand through her hair. It was one-forty-five so she got up and went in search of Stacie.

“I wonder if it’s too late to cancel?” Beca thought as she made her way out of her room.

Beca stopped short when she reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a gorgeous redhead standing by the door, talking to Stacie. Beca’s jaw dropped because the woman was a goddess.

“Oh, here she is now,” Stacie said, having seen Beca in her peripheral.

Stacie and the woman both turned to look at Beca.

“Oh, um, hey,” Beca said, giving them a small wave.

“Beca, this is Chloe,” Stacie said. “She’s here for your massage.”

“Okay, cool,” Beca said. “Cool, cool, cool.”

Chloe smiled and Beca nearly melted into the floor.

“So, where do you want to do this?” Chloe asked. “I need a big enough space to set up my table and have room to walk around it.”

Beca looked down to see several things sitting on the floor by Chloe. She was so enraptured by Chloe that she hadn’t noticed them until now.

“Um,” Beca said.

“You can set up in the living room if you want,” Stacie said. “I have to meet my girlfriend so the place is all yours.”

Beca’s eyes widened as she looked from Stacie to Chloe and back again.

“Um, Chloe, why don’t you get started setting up,” Beca told Chloe. “Stacie, could I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Excuse us,” Stacie told Chloe.

Chloe moved into the living room and started putting her table up as Stacie followed Beca into the kitchen.

“You’re leaving me here alone with her?” Beca asked as soon as she entered the room.

“Uh, yeah,” Stacie said. “What’s the problem?”

“She’s gorgeous,” Beca said. “And, hot. You didn’t tell me she looks like…that!”

“She gives a great massage, Beca,” Stacie said chuckling. “What she looks like is irrelevant.”

“It is very relevant,” Beca shot back. “What if I moan inappropriately or something while she giving me the massage? It will be embarrassing and I do not want to embarrass myself in front of her.”

“Beca, she’s a professional,” Stacie said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first person to moan while getting a massage. I’ve done it and it’s nothing to be ashamed of; it just means she’s doing a good job. You really need this, so go get naked and put on a robe.”

Beca scoffed and walked out of the kitchen. She saw everything set up and looked at Chloe.

“Beca, could we chat before we get started?” Chloe asked.

“Um, sure,” Beca said, moving to sit on the sofa.

Chloe smiled as she sat next to Beca, keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m going to go now,” Stacie said. “I’ll be back in a few hours, Beca.”

“Tell Aubrey I said hi,” Beca called out as Stacie walked out the door.

Beca swallowed as she turned to face Chloe. “So, uh, what do we need to chat about?”

“I like to get to know new clients before I do anything,” Chloe said. “Do you mind answering a few questions?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Beca said. “Ask away.”

“Okay. First, I’d like to know if there are any specific areas you need me to focus on.”

“Um, yeah,” Beca said. “My neck, shoulders, and lower back are where I hurt the most. I seem to hold all my tension in those areas.”

Chloe nodded as Beca spoke.

“Most people have issues with those same areas,” she said. “Since I’ll need to focus on your lower back, would you be comfortable if I asked you to remove all your clothing, including your underwear? I have a sheet I will place over the lower half of your body.”

“Um, I expected that,” Beca said, yawning. “Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping well lately. My neck and back keep me awake most nights. Oh, and, um, I’m fine with taking everything off.”

“That’s good,” Chloe said. “Stacie told me about your dislike of having people touch you. I want to put your mind at ease and tell you that’s perfectly normal, too. I am a professional and would not do anything that would make you uncomfortable. So, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, we can stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” Beca said, standing. “Is there anything else? If not, I’m just gonna, um, go get ready.”

“That’s it for now,” Chloe said as she smiled and nodded

Beca turned and went upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a breath.

“This is going to be interesting,” she muttered as she started to undress.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Three hours later, Stacie and Aubrey walk into the house to find Chloe quietly sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Beca was lying face down on the massage table sound asleep.

Stacie looked at Chloe with a raised eyebrow.

“Did Beca fall asleep during her massage or after?” Stacie asked.

“During actually,” Chloe chuckled. “I tried to wake her but she didn’t even flinch. I hope it’s okay that I stayed. I was going to leave my table and pick it up later, but I didn’t want to leave her alone like that.”

“That’s okay,” Stacie said. “How long has she been out?”

“About two and a half hours,” Chloe said. “She fell asleep about halfway through the massage.”

“I know she hasn’t been sleeping well lately,” Stacie said. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to let her sleep.”

“That’s fine,” Chloe said, standing and dropping the magazine on the coffee table. “Since you're here now, I feel comfortable leaving. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange to get my table later.”

“You don’t have to go,” Aubrey said quickly. “We’re planning to order in for dinner. If you don’t have any other plans, why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?”

“That’s a great idea,” Stacie said, chuckling as she added, “I’m sure Beca will wake up when she smells food.”

Chloe chuckled. “I’d love to accept, but I do have to go. I’ll call you later about getting my table.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Two weeks later, Beca came home slamming the door once she was inside.

“Whoa, what’s got into you?” Stacie asked.

Beca trudged over and sat next to Stacie on the sofa.

“I’m stressed out again,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck. “And I’ve been trying to get another appointment with Chloe, but every time I call she can’t come to the phone or they tell me she’s booked up when I say I want to make an appointment with her.”

“That’s weird,” Stacie muttered.

“I feel like she’s avoiding me or something,” Beca said. “I know I fell asleep while she was giving me my massage, but that is just a testament to how good she is. Do you think me falling asleep bothered her?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Stacie said. “If it had bothered her she would have woken you up. Instead, she stuck around so you didn’t wake up alone on the massage table. There’s something else going on.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to call her and find out.”

Stacie got up and left Beca sitting alone.

Fifteen minutes later, Beca was coming out of the kitchen just as Stacie walked back into the living room.

“What did she say?” Beca asked.

“She’ll be here in an hour,” Stacie said, smiling.

“She will?” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Stacie said. “I invited her over for dinner.”

“You invited her over for dinner?! Why?”

“Because you two need to talk. I think you should listen to what she has to say.”

Beca narrowed her eyes and looked at Stacie.

“What did she tell you?”

“Nothing,” Stacie said. “She just said she owed you an explanation, so I asked if she was available to join us for dinner tonight. Just relax and be patient.”

“I’ll try,” Beca said. “But I can’t promise I won’t be freaking out by the time she gets here.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t freak out a little,” Stacie said.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca was sitting on the sofa waiting for Chloe to arrive. She was getting anxious and as Chloe’s expected arrival time got closer, Beca’s leg started bouncing up and down, gaining speed as each moment passed.

Beca shifted her position again and was now leaning on the arm of the couch, biting her thumbnail. Stacie sat on the other end, watching Beca with a small smile.

“Ahhh,” Beca yelled, jumping up when a knock sounded on the door.

She stood looking from the door to Stacie and back again.

“I’ll get it,” Stacie said, standing and going over to the door. “Hi, Chloe. Come on in.”

“Thanks again for the dinner invite,” Chloe said as she entered, holding a bottle of wine. “I brought some wine.”

“Hey, Chloe,” Beca said with a small wave.

“Hi, Beca,” Chloe said. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Is it?” Beca thought, looking down at her feet. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Beca looked up to see Chloe staring at her; she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Yeah, um, it’s good to see you again, too,” Beca finally said.

“So, um, we’re just planning to order something for dinner,” Stacie said. “We waited to see what you like before we ordered. Do you have any preferences?”

“Oh, no,” Chloe said, still looking at Beca. “I’m good with whatever you guys want.”

“Won’t you sit down?” Stacie said. “I’ll get some glasses for the wine.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” Chloe said, finally looking away from Beca. “Wine would be lovely.”

“Oh, my God,” Chloe thought. “Wine would be lovely? What the Hell was that?”

Chloe noticed Beca moving to the sofa and made her way over as well. They both sat and Chloe turned to face Beca.

“I owe you an apology,” Chloe said. “Stacie told me about your efforts to schedule another massage.”

“That’s right,” Beca said, nodding. “But, you were always busy. I thought maybe you were avoiding me because I fell asleep during my massage.”

“Oh, no,” Chloe said, reaching out for Beca’s hand. “I mean, yes, actually, I was kind of avoiding having you schedule another massage with me.”

“Why?” Beca asked, pulling her hand away from Chloe. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Chloe said, sitting on her hands to keep from taking Beca’s hand again. “It wasn’t anything you did. Unless being adorable is doing something wrong.”

“Wait…you think I’m adorable?”

“Well, yeah, I do,” Chloe said, shrugging. “And I was trying to figure out how I could see you again, but not as a client. It would have been unethical for me to ask you out and keep you as a client.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you won’t take me on as a client because you want to date me?”

“Only if you want that, too,” Chloe said quickly.

“Of course, I want that, too,” Beca said. “I mean, you’ve seen you. I’d be crazy to turn down a date with you.”

Chloe’s smile widened as she stared at Beca.

Just then, Stacie walked in carrying a tray holding three glasses and Chloe’s bottle of wine. She stopped and looked from Beca to Chloe.

“What did I miss?” Stacie asked as she set the tray on the coffee table.

“Beca and I were just talking,” Chloe said, her gaze still fixed on Beca. “And, as much as I appreciate the invite to dinner, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I take a raincheck so I can take Beca out tonight. Just the two of us, so we can talk and get to know each other.”

Beca’s smile widened as she looked at Chloe.

“You don’t mind do you, Stacie?” Beca asked.

“I don’t mind,” Stacie said. “You two go and enjoy yourselves.”

“I should change,” Beca said, looking down at what she was wearing.

“You don’t have to,” Chloe said. “I figure we’ll just do something lowkey and casual.”

“Oh, okay,” Beca said, smiling as she held out her hand toward Chloe. “Shall we go?”

“Let’s,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s hand and letting her lead the way.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Three months later, Beca came home from another date with Chloe. She was singing as she entered the house.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Stacie said.

“I am,” Beca said, smiling.

“I need details,” Stacie said, patting the space next to her. “But, first, how’s Chloe? Since you two have started dating I barely see either of you.”

“Chloe is wonderful,” Beca said, dropping down onto the sofa next to Stacie. “Amazing. Kind. Generous. Beautiful. And, don’t get me started on her eyes. I mean, wow!”

“I get it,” Stacie said, chuckling. “You like her.”

“Nope,” Beca said, shaking her head. “It’s more than that. I think I love her.”

“You love her?” Stacie repeated.

“Yeah,” Beca said. “At least I think it’s love. I’ve never really been in love before so I have no point of reference. But, I do like the way she makes me feel and I want to be around her all the time so I can always feel like this.”

“Oh, my God, Beca,” Stacie said. “You just described how I feel about Aubrey. You, my friend, are definitely in love.”

“Yeah?” Beca said, her smile widening. “I guess I am. I just have to figure out how to tell Chloe that I love her without freaking her out.”

“Don’t force it,” Stacie said. “Just say it when it feels right.”

“You’re right,” Beca said, standing. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca woke the next morning with a smile on her face as thoughts of Chloe danced around in her head. She grabbed her phone and sent off a text asking Chloe if she wanted to go to the Farmer’s Market with her. Chloe responded almost immediately with a yes.

Beca jumped out of bed and went to the shower. She got dressed and went downstairs.

“Where are you off to this morning?” Stacie asked.

“Chloe and I are going to the Farmer’s Market,” Beca said.

“Oh,” Stacie said. “Sounds like fun. Enjoy!”

“I will,” Beca said and left.

“Maybe I’ll get a chance to tell Chloe that I love her,” Beca thought as she drove.

Beca arrived at Chloe’s and stood nervously outside her door. She wiped her sweaty hands down her thighs before finally knocking on the door.

“Hey,” Chloe said, smiling at Beca.

“Hi,” Beca responded with a goofy smile.

“You look adorable,” Chloe said, looking Beca up and down. “But what’s with that smile?”

Chloe points to Beca’s face, using her finger to circle the air around Beca’s mouth.

“I love you,” Beca blurted out.

Chloe’s finger stopped in mid-circle.

“What?”

“I love you,” Beca repeated, her smile growing.

Chloe didn’t say anything, she just pulled Beca to her, smashing their lips together.

Beca reached up and took Chloe’s face in her hand. She smiled as she held onto Chloe and deepened the kiss.

The kiss continued and Beca felt something wet slide down over her fingers. She pulled back from the kiss and saw another tear escape from Chloe’s eye.

“Are you okay?” Beca asked, using her thumb to wipe the tear.

“I’m better than okay,” Chloe said, sniffling. “I love you, too, and I was afraid it was too soon and would scare you off if I told you.”

Beca smiled and leaned in to give Chloe another kiss.

“You didn’t scare me and I’m not going anywhere,” Beca murmured just as their lips touched.

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Full prompt from UncleCatwoman: Between the demands of being a new producer, the lowest person on the company totem pole, and missing her mom on her birthday, Beca is way overstressed. So Stacie schedules for Beca to receive a massage from a beautiful, red-headed masseuse - who, after the massage, refuses to rebook or take Beca on as a client ... but only so she can date her without violating her professional ethics.

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #bechloe fanfic #masseuse!Chloe #producer!Beca #No smut so don't ask #bechloeislegit

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Time heals (sometimes) - 1

Summary: 6 years ago, (Y/N) thought that she was finally taking her life into her hands, leaving behind a toxic and abusive relationship with a man who taught her she’d never be worthy of love. However, it became hard to ignore his words when she met her seven soulmates who rejected her without even giving her a chance to prove herself. It took (Y/N) 3 years to realize that it wouldn’t be her end. She would live on to prove them all wrong; she would become what they all thought she wasn’t: someone worthy of love. And as she stands proudly on the stage, under the burning spotlights and the applause and the cries of the delirious crowd, she feels alive. Alive, just like the bond she believed to be broken.

Pairings: Y/N x OT7

GENRE: Soulmate AU!, Idol Y/NAU!, semi social-media AU!, ANGST (mainly), fluff, romance, maybe smut in the series.

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Warnings: The series is going to be heavy with a lot of personal experiences mixed into the fiction, so this is going to be kind of therapeutic for me. Please, consider not reading the series if you are not comfortable with: abandonment issues, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, self-harm (not descriptive and only part of MC’s past), suicide thoughts (in the past), toxic behavior, toxic and abusive relationship (in the past), depreciating self-talk and low self-esteem, a lot of curse, physical and mental pain, near death experience situation (in the past), and maybe smut scenes (happy ending though, but it will probably be quite the ride).

NOTE: So hello everyone, welcome to Time Heals (sometimes). Thank you so, so much for the warm welcoming, it has been my first time getting so many asks, I was honestly overjoyed. I still don’t really know what to call this part; is it a teaser? A note? A full chapter? I believe we’ll get some snapshot of memories like this one throughout the series because there is going to be a lot to unpack on both sides. I think it will be a chapter nevertheless because I have to establish some kind of order as to which parts should be read first, and I think this one is extremely important.

Thank you for reading,

-Dolly

Profiles #2 - here - part 2

Her scream pierced through the air while cries broke in the frenzied arena while a single blond-haired man froze, emptily staring at the stage. It felt like his senses heightened; his skin was shuddering, his eyes were frantically searching for one specific figure while his voice was lost in his throat. The screams resonating in the stadium would have been too loud for his voice to be heard anyway.

Jimin knew he shouldn’t be there.

Namjoon had told them more than once that none of them should try to go to one of (Y/N)’s events. It could be dangerous and they could be overwhelmed; anything could happen to them and they would still remain a nobody who fainted in the howling crowd. Would they want to take this risk? No.

So, Jimin would have had to admit that going to her very first concert in Seoul since the pandemic sounded like a very, very, very bad idea. And to be honest, it still didn’t seem to be a bright idea now that he was actually there.

But he still went because he needed to see her for himself; to see how she was. He had so many things he dreamed about asking her. Are you okay? Are you sleeping well? Did you eat before coming to the arena? Are you nervous? Do you... remember me?

Maybe he was torturing himself. He kept on watching her lives, following her on all social media, always made sure to leave a sweet comment, and never miss any of her new updates... Maybe he even had a folder of pictures of her on his phone but he’d never admit it to any of his mates. Taehyung would probably take his phone away from him and delete everything and Jimin couldn’t let that happen.

He felt like it was cheating. Don’t take him wrong though. When he thought that, he was not really thinking about the boys. They did collectively agree not to follow her activities as an artist but it was getting harder and harder with how popular she got anyway. Moon was everywhere. In commercials, on the radio, her songs were on the TV… Even if she was known for refusing most of the promotional contracts that were offered to her, her image was still constantly in the media despite her avoidance of it. Ironic, but the media were trying their best to find anything about her, be it positive or negative. One day she was seen on her bike, the next, she was in a coffee shop, and it kept on going on, overstepping on her privacy as if it was just a meaningless word.

The lockdown had admittedly played a major part in Jimin’s obsession. Being in their apartment meant quickly running out of activities, and his job as a dance teacher was not really filling his free time (a lot of his classes were also canceled). It was also during that time that (Y/N) truly blew up as an independent artist. Advertisement on YouTube started being around her channel and her music, the recommendations he kept on seeing were about also her… Jimin’s resolve honestly broke easily. It was hard not to be curious about his lost soulmate even though he didn’t feel like he had the right to be hurting.

Anyway, to come back to his main point, if Jimin felt like he was cheating; it was mostly for her. After all, (Y/N) had no means of letting the curiosity get the best of her, to know what they were doing; to simply see or contact them. He had, at first, not really thought about that. Watching her content seemed a very innocent thing to do in his opinion; billions of people were watching her content, why should he prevent himself from doing so? Yet, Jimin could still remember one of her live she did soon after that interview she had given on this damned radio show where she had revealed who her title track ‘TIME’ was about… She had gone live the next day-Jimin had jumped on his phone because of the notification-and one fan had asked her what would she do if she knew that her ‘ex-soulmates’ (and those words left a very sour taste in Jimin’s mind) were watching her. The question had silenced a previously restless Jimin, replacing his initial excitation with dread while a lump formed itself in his throat. He had not even noticed it; he was so focused on her live and her upcoming answer that Jimin had completely missed the sound of a glass breaking in the apartment. Jimin had been home alone, so even if had indeed heard it, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to check what had happened, thinking that the wind knocked it over or something. Jimin had been so absorbed by what he had been watching that he even got surprised a few hours later when Seokjin came home and yelled at him for breaking something when he had been clearly innocent, engrossed in (Y/N)’s live (not that he could tell his soulmates about that part, but yeah). (Y/N)’s live would always be more important than some random glass breaking again in their apartment. Every object was doomed with Namjoon living here anyway.

On her side of the screen though, (Y/N) had seemed taken aback as she had read the question and had gritted her teeth gently. She had seemed to be pondering about her answer even though a lot of people in her chat were telling her to forget about the question if it made her uncomfortable (a lot were even scolding the person who asked). Yet, sighing softly, she had looked up at the screen:

“I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from asking questions on this topic. It’s not taboo but I’d rather not remember everything that comes with it. However, to answer this-hopefully-last question about it, I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content. It would only be fair after all. I’ve been denied access to their lives six years ago, why would they get a free pass into mine now?” She had not smiled nor had she seemed hurt by her own comment, yet Jimin’s heart had shattered in pieces, unable to press the cancel button.

Her voice had slowly faded into background noise while her words had been stuck in his head.

I’d ask them to turn off my stream and to stop watching any of my content.

How could Jimin ever do that? He realized that he truly should. Namjoon would even agree with you, as ironic as it sounded for Jimin. Namjoon had been one of the most adamant ones about rejecting your bond, after all. Jimin was shaking with bitterness while ‘Moon’ continued her stream peacefully with music. Jimin could only try to gulp his anger down as he remembered her crumbling features on that fateful day.

“You’re not our soulmates. This name on our arms means nothing to us. You are nothing to us if not a hindrance. Leave us alone.”

If Jimin could go back in time, he’d prevent Taehyung from spatting those words at her. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Playing the scene over and over in his mind wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t change that she probably hated them. It wouldn’t change the song she made about them.

And worst of all, it wouldn’t change the fact that Jimin had let himself believe that their choice had been for the best, trying to console and reassure himself, even if he had already known that it was wrong. Tears were pooling up in his eyes even if none escaped as he finally caught a glimpse of her on the stage. Suddenly brought back to reality after his subconscious memory trip, Jimin finally connected back to the world, looking around while he was still frozen on his spot. People were still screaming around him and he wondered if he looked like an intruder. Because, after all, wasn’t that what he exactly was? She said it herself that she didn’t wish for them to watch her; so what was he doing here?

Jimin couldn’t help but stare; she looked ethereal, dressed like a queen in the middle of a sold-out arena. People were screaming her name as she yelled her infamous ‘hi people’. It was an opening sentence that Jimin heard way too many times in her vlogs and suddenly hearing it in real life seemed surreal.

Jimin could only watch in awe, entranced with her everything.

Screw the boys and what they would think once he’d be back from her concert.

He had been the one to find her six years ago anyway. He had been the one to bring her to their home six years ago, hoping for the boys to change their mind once they’d meet her.

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request a Yandere!Ateez reaction to you running away? I know it’s the standard but I thought it would be easier for the beginning :)

Yandere!Ateez reaction: Their Y/N tries to run away

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➼ requested: yes

➼ genre: yandere, smut

➼ gender neutral + Ateez / gnxateez

➼ Word-count: 1386 words

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, slapping, punching, pet names, degradation, yandere themes, psychopathic, blood, violence, yelling, cuffing,...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction. In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting yandere behavior or lifestyle. Read at your own risk!!!

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Park Seonghwa

He slowly traced the knife over your naked body, you laying on the bed, cuffed and blindfolded. The only thing heard were your tiny whimpers, until his chuckle broke the silence. „What’s wrong, baby, did I ruin your plans?” Well, he did. Yes, you might be dumb for trying to run away, but it seemed so easy. Seonghwa was gone, going grocery shopping and since you weren’t locked in your room this night, you took that opportunity and broke the tiny bathroom window (since the other doors & windows were locked). So as you were trying to squeeze yourself through that window, Seonghwa returned. Scared and confused about his early return, he told you about the cameras. After harshly pulling you out of that widow, he got you into your current state. You cried, begged and tried to apologize but he didn’t wanted to listen to you. „Pathetic” said the male in front of you with an angry yet unimpressed face. The sound of his belt was heard. „Let’s teach you a proper lessen, yea?”

Kim Hongjoong

He told you to follow his rules, or there will be bad consequences. You didn’t listen. Oh how dumb you are to beak one of his most important rules. „Please, I will do everything you want but please stop!” you cried out loudly. Hongjoong only looked at you with his demonic eyes, smirking at you. „Oh, you want me to stop?” he mocked you with a voice, similar to your own. „Want me to stop pulling out your nails, to stop with the constant whipping and punching and to stop biting your skin so it doesn’t bleed? No, slut, I am not gonna stop, because I’ve told you many times not to break the rules. I’ve told you to never try and run away from me, but, you didn’t listen. So take responsibility for your actions and live with the consequences, dumb pet.”

Jeong Yunho

„You’ve hurt me.” said the guy in front of you, disappointed and angry. „Yunho, I am so sorry, but I can’t do this anymore, please try to understand me.” you cried, kneeling in front of him, hands behind your back. „No, I don’t understand, and I won’t ever understand and do you know why? Because I give you everything you want, everything you can dream of, take care of you and love you to death, and this is the way you repay me? Are you serious, Y/N?” He started to form tears in his eyes while talking. Honestly, you felt kinda bad and ashamed because he was right. He actually really treats you like a royalty, expect for not letting you out of course. He never forgot to buy your favorite flowers before coming home and he never failed to realize when you felt down, taking care of you and not leaving your side for a second. „I am sorry, but I need to show you that you can’t always have it your way, baby. You’ve tested my patience... Come on turn around and get on all fours.”

Kang Yeosang

Stupid. That’s what Yeosang thought of you right now. How could you be so stupid, asking his friends for help? Since you knew his phone password, you texted his friends and tried to explain what kind of a psycho your boyfriend was and that you needed help to escape. Of course, no one believed you. After deleting everything, you putted his phone back, sitting on the couch quietly. „Here.” your boyfriend gave you a bowl of popcorn, starting the movie you were planning to watch. After 10 minutes, Yeosang took his phone from under the pillow, checking what you were up to since he saw how you typed on it before. One of his best friends, Wooyoung, texted him, asking about what his lover told them earlier. Yeosang got red out of anger. „Hey, baby?” he asked. You slowly turned you head in his direction, panicking. „Yes?”. „Did you play with my phone?”. Silence. Now he looked at you and before anything else, you felt his fist in your face. Not once or twice but around 12 times in a row, face starting to bleed. „Stupid thing, what do you think you are doing?! I will make you regret this.”

Choi San

„Yea, you like that, slut?” growled the male behind you. He’s in the middle of ripping your ass apart, punishing you for trying to run away. You idiot thought you could cuff him to the bed while he was sleeping and take his keys to get out of there. Oh how dumb you are. „You little piece of shit, I am going to hurt you so bad. How dare you to pull something like this, huh?!” did the psycho scream at you. He turned you around, grabbing your neck, putting pressure on it and spitting on your face. Then he started slapping you in the face. „Learn your place, pet. Don’t you dare to do something as stupid as this again because next time, I am not only going to break those pretty legs but your arms too, is this understood?”. You only nodded, too terrified to speak. „Good. Now let me get a knife, so I can crave my name into your beautiful soft skin, hm?”

Song Mingi

You were tied to a chair, sitting in the cold and scary basement. Slowly, you heard the door opening. Mingi entered the room looking at you coldly. He had a small bag in his left hand, slowly placing it on the table a few feet from you. He then opened the bag, pulling out a hammer, a knife and an axe. He stared at them for a minute, until he took the axe into his hand and came towards your frightened figure. You began to panic, violently shaking your head. „Oh my god, please don’t.” you begged. As he didn’t stop, you closed your eyes. He kneeled down in front of you, placing the axe above your left knee. „I’ve told you to never run. I’ve told you that if you do something as stupid as this, I will hurt you. Not because I want to, but because I have to.” After finishing his sentence, he raised his hand, ready to chop you leg off.

Jung Wooyoung

You’ve seen this boy get mad, but this time he was completely different. This boy was an ass, now adding more annoyance and brutality to it. He made fun of your crying figure, calling you a crybaby and telling you to shut up. „Cut it. I said that I don’t want to hear your fucking voice. Annoying brat.” did he say while giving you another harsh spank with his belt. Your whole body felt numb at this point. Even if you wanted to move, you just couldn’t. „Ohhh, already giving in?” He laughed. „Come on you can do better than that. Straighten that back!” he started yelling at you. Since you failed to move nor talk, you remind quiet, angering him even more. He pulled you up by your hair so you could look him deep into his eyes. He then started to smirk „Oh, we will have so much fun tonight!”

Choi Jongho

Smack! A few more following close behind. Your ass probably had the shades of red, no, purple by now. I mean, Jongho is a strong man, of course his hits are a lot harder. He had you bend over his leg for over 30 minutes now, not a single glimpse of pity. You felt how the blood floated over your tights all the way to the ground. „What? Does it hurt?” you couldn’t make out any emotions in his voice. Was he still mad or was he trying to show some sympathy? You nodded your head, hoping that he would stop. But the only thing coming out of his mouth was a simple „Good.” When he stood up, you thought it was over but dang it, how dumb you were to think that. He placed you on the bed, then took his clothes off. He grabbed his phone and told you to strip. He stared filming you while so, fucking you roughly afterwards, still filming. „After our little session, I will send and post this everywhere so everyone know who you belong to and who’s names matters to you. Show everyone how good you can be for me, come on.”

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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chiveburger · 3 years

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hongseok has a whole live where he spends 30 minutes talking about his members... he goes in depth to talk about each member’s personalities and defining characteristics and this is what he says:

kino: when he first met kino, he couldn’t believe that someone like him could actually exist. he didn’t realize that someone could be so pure and innocent and good hearted, and kino wasn’t shy about caring for others eithers. not only did he do things secretly he’d be upright about being kind to others to the point that hongseok wondered if this was all an act. If kino was just faking it or maintaining his image that way. over time he realized that he really was like that all the time... he was nice to everyone, good to everyone and he had a personality that not everyone can emulate. as you age, hongseok realizes that it’s hard to be someone that is so altruistic and genuine. “Is he really a perfect human being or is he just faking this” were the two choices hongseok thought of when he first met kino

hui: hui is a really really good leader, and his job is a lot harder than it seems. for him to even take the lead requires a lot of responsibility and leadership, and he’s shown that time and time again. hui is someone who is tough when he needs to be tough, but he’s receptive and malleable too. he listens to everyone’s opinions and tries to incorporate all of what he hears, and tries to find a solution alone. just so that his other members don’t have to feel burdened by it. as an idol group those problems always arise, and hui tries to take care of it every time.

yeoone: alike kino, he’s unbelievably nice. he’s not weak, but he’s very innocent and honest to the point that he almost feels like a blank piece of paper. he’s very good at keeping promises, but not in the way that’s just like... “oh I’ll meet you there on time, promise!” promises that are embedded in wanting to change or better himself. he puts in a lot of effort into keeping his word, and if he can’t he has asked hongseok for help. he’s open about his feelings and he tries to absorb and learn from others. he’s a person who knows how to take responsibility and blame too. yeoone was also the first person to greet hongseok when he first came into the company, he told him that he was a fan and tried to get close with him. he’s one of the first people who helped hongseok find comfort in being a trainee in cube.

shinwon: with shinwon, the more you get to know him, the more you’ll begin to like him. his first impression was very blunt and straightforward, and he is still like that today but everything shinwon says is truthful and sincere. shinwon doesn’t lie. he never lies, and if he does he doesn’t speak and he doesn’t answer questions. this was in regards to when he asked him about something to do with kino, and shinwon said he didn’t know. he kept on prying, and shinwon said “hyung, I know the answer but I don’t know if this is something I can tell you without kino’s permission. I can tell you but only if I ask kino first.” shinwon is very loyal that way. because his honesty is not sugarcoated, sometimes his words can hurt but there’s never any malicious intention behind them. he will properly express his opinion in hopes that it’s helpful. he’s also very sharp, and if he's not confident in any task he won’t accept or promise to do it.

wooseok: in one word... he is cute. he is pure too. whenever he sees wooseok, he’ll start talking to him as if he’s a baby just out of habit. he knows that his personality is very sweet so he knows there’s never bad intentions behind his words. If wooseok is sad, sulky or upset they can tell right away. he can’t hide his feelings, so when he’s adamant about saying no even in a more serious tone they know that he’s not saying it to be hurtful or that he really means it. he’s saying it because he’s unhappy. what wooseok says and emotes is what he feels in his heart, and because he is like that hongseok (and most of pentagon) finds him very lovable.

yuto: yuto is a dedicated and gentle person. hongseok has never met a foreigner like him before, and he recalls moments during their trainee days where his heart would be aching for him. at night time when the lights had to be shut off, and the doors to their practice room had to close yuto would always stay late to practice his korean. he’d be biting on a pencil working on his pronunciation. to yuto, he just feels like he’s pulling his weight and doing his part. he’s responsible and selfless too. as a foreigner he’s already at a disadvantage but yuto never hides behind those excuses. he stays tenacious and meticulous, he puts in a lot of effort into everything he does... he doesn’t show off and he works silently but when push comes the shove he is always reliable.

jinho: as their oldest, jinho is pentagon’s mental pillar. he is someone who tries to take an objective and neutral stance on everything, and he believes that it’s role to do so. he cares for each and every member, and knows their strengths and weaknesses too. with that he talks to everyone and tries to help them in reaching their highest potential by highlighting their strengths and making them aware of their lacking points. If the members disagree with some of the decisions hui makes, they try to ask jinho to relay their grievances to him but he’ll tell them that they have also have to look at it through hui’s perspective. for hui to make certain decisions he must have his reasons, and because of that, hui even as their leader also relies on jinho a lot.

yanan: there’s never a reason to dislike yanan. he is cute, diligent and confident. If yanan is criticized once, he’ll stay up all night fixing his mistake and when he says that he’s practiced the members know that he’s not lying. yanan is so pure that it’s almost like he’s filled with child-like wonder... he’s very keen, but there are times where his answer to their questions are so far-fetched that it seems right. before finalizing for title songs, hui sometimes goes to yanan to ask which one he’d like best and whichever one he chooses always becomes the song they promote.

hongseok says that for all these truly good people to have found each other and created this group is very rare. there isn’t one member’s personality that he doesn’t like, and if he was uncomfortable with them he wouldn’t be able to say any of this truthfully. all these different and great characteristics is what makes up pentagon 💗

#ok......................................... *breaks down*#pentagon #borger diary

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cocochannel00 · 3 years

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Things that Husband!Harry would definitely do (a thread)

(If you don’t think that Tiny Desk Harry doesn’t give off mad husband!harry vibes - he looks so fluffy- then we can’t be friends)

- He’d sneak into your room the night before the wedding because he missed you even though he knows its bad luck and when you’re mad at him for it he would just smile and place a kiss on your forehead and say “I don’t need any luck, I just need you”

- At your wedding reception he would walk around the room introducing you to everyone as “my wife” as if they didn’t already know who you were

- During your wedding dinner he’d spend the whole night whispering dirty jokes in your ear trying to make you laugh because he knew that even though it was your wedding day you were still spooked by all of the attention

- On your first year anniversary Harry wanted to surprise you by making you breakfast in bed so he started making pancakes as you slept. You woke up to the sound of your fire alarm going off and Harry blowing the smoke off a pan with a pillow. He’d give you a sheepish smile before mumbling a “maybe we get takeout this year?”

- During the holidays he’d hang mistletoe all around your house and force you to kiss him at every one. “Look love it’s mistletoe, you know what that means” he’d state with a grin. “Harry I just kissed you literally 2 minutes ago in the other room” you’d grumble “Doesn’t matter love, it’s mistletoe and those are the rules. Now come here and kiss your husband”

- Anytime the two of you would get into any sort of major fight where you would say “I hate you” he would shoot back “Well I love you so I guess you’re stuck with me” before going to sulk on the couch

- Whenever you went to his shows or stayed with him on tour he would force you to sit back stage and watch him from the wings so he could watch your reaction to his corny jokes and steal a kiss from you in between sets and on his bathroom breaks

- You agreed to be the designated drive for your group for a night out so Harry gets drunk and becomes extra clingy. He spends the entire night stuck to your side, shoving his face in your neck whispering “I’m going to marry you one day” to which you’d remind him quietly that you were already married. He’d then nod thoughtfully and mumbled “Well then I’m going to marry you again just in case”

- One night you would be tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep and you would accidentally wake up Harry. You’d apologies because you knew he had to wake up early the next day, but he would just shush you with a quick peck before repositioning you so that you could lay your head on his chest. He’d then softly start humming the tune to one of the new songs he was working on until you’d fall asleep

- Harry would convince you that he was capable of building the Ikea coat rack the two of you had bought for your new home on his own so you’d go into the room next door to take a nap. When you woke up and hour later you found him laying on the floor facetiming Mitch as he tried to figure out why the last piece wasn’t fitting properly only for you to look at it and realize he had built half of it backwards

- Harry would come home late from one his movie shoots and would mumble a quick hello as he walked in through the door. You’d be sitting on the couch watching and episode of Dateline and he would throw himself next to you and lay his head on your lap. You’d start running your hands through his hair as you finished watching the last couple of minutes of the episode before asking Harry how his day was only to realize he had passed out on your lap and was now quietly snoring, a small trail of drool slowly coming out of his mouth

- The next season of your favorite show Handmaid’s Tale had come out so you and Harry started watching it. Every five minutes Harry would ask you a question about the show until mid way through you looked at him and bursted out “Harry if you ask me one more question about the show I’m sending you to our room”. Harry would pout at you and sink into the couch, grumbling about how it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t remember what happened last season before he shoved some popcorn into his mouth

- You’d need to go shopping at Target one day to get some decorations for your niece's birthday party and Harry would decide to come along. “This is our list Harry, we’re not buying anything that’s not on the list” you’d say in the car before getting out, but it would be hopeless because every other aisle Harry would pick something up and say “babe we need to get this” and you would stare at him and say “is it on the list?” and he would grumble a no before sulking back down the aisle to put it back

- On road trips when he let you pick the music he would grumble when you would change the song every 30 seconds. “Love just choose a song, it’s not that difficult, gave you the bloody playlist” he’d state as you would continue to skip through the songs mumbling “I’m tired of that song though, just wanted to hear the chorus”. “Is that what you do with my songs too, just skip all the good parts to get to the bloody chorus?” he’d ask mockingly as you gave him a sheepish smile and mumbled a “sometimes” before finally picking a song

- It would be nearly 4 am and you would still be awake reading your book in bed as Harry slept soundly next to you. You could feel the tears running down your face as the main character just had their heartbroken and a soft sniffle left your nose which caused Harry to startle awake. “Babe what time is it?” he’d mumble as you continue reading, paying him no mind. He’d turn on his phone and groan as he saw the 4 flash at him before turning to see the tears on your face. “Oh no love did she get her heartbroken again? Sure they’ll get back together by the end” he’d state, knowing this was your third rom-com book of the month. You’d mumble a yes as Harry gently dog eared the page before you could protest. He turned off your lamp before tucking you into his side, pulling the covers up to your chin, letting you crying into his chest over your fictional characters

- You and Harry going to your 15th high school reunion together and he gets jealous when he sees you talking to your ex-boyfriend from when you were 16. He’d come up behind you and wrap an arm around your waist while placing a kiss to the side of your temple before reaching out his free hand to introduce himself. “Hello I’m Harry. The Husband” he’d say as he shook your ex’s hand just a little tighter then necessary

- Harry would be overly invested in your work place gossip so when the two of you would have dinner together he would constantly ask questions about what happened with your coworkers that day. “So did Stacy and Justin get caught yet or does Janet still have no idea? Did Kathleen ever get that promotion? If I ever see Garrett I’m going to punch him”

- He’d force you to wake up early with him so the two of you could workout together in your home gym, but you’d just sit on the floor against the mirror in your workout clothes staring at him. After several attempts at trying to get you to stretch with him he’d give up and say “If you’re not gonna workout at least give me some motivation babe” so he’d do his abs workout in front of you and every time he came up from a sit-up you’d give him a kiss

- Harry would come down with a cold and he would turn into a 5 year old boy and try to milk it for everything it’s worth. “Think the doctor mentioned that cuddles would really help with my headache, love.” “Harry I don’t think that’s what the doctor said” you’d reply as you placed a cold wash cloth on his forehead. “Don’t think I would have forgotten such an important order from her. Now, come here I want to cuddle my wife”

- He’d come home from the studio fidgeting with his beat-up blue iPod in his hand as you were finishing up a quick dinner for the two of you. He would gently place the iPod on the counter next to you as he poured himself a drink to calm his nerves. You’d stare at it for a minute before asking “Is it finished? Can I listen?”. He’d nod before you gave him a quick kiss and took the device to the living room, leaving him there with his thoughts. An hour later you came back into the kitchen, tears streaming down your face as you ran up to hug him. “Liked it?” he’d ask nervously, this being the first time you’d heard the finished album. “Absolutely loved it” you’d whisper back causing Harry to release a deep breath before taking your face in his hands and kissing you roughly

- He’d start every award acceptance speech with “I’d like to first thank my wife for always supporting me” and then try to catch your eye in the crowd, giving you a soft smile that was only meant for you before going on to thank everyone else

- “We need an intervention Harry. Why are your suits in my side of the closet?” you asked as you came down stairs with one of Harry’s Gucci suits. “I was running out of space and I didn’t think you would notice” he replied with a blush. “Well I did so either you move them or I’m throwing them out” “Love but they’re Gucci you can’t just-” “Ah ah ah I don’t care. My side of the closet” you’d state before dropping the suit in his lap and walking back upstairs

So many others come to mind but these are just a couple that came to mind. I’ll probably do a Dad!Harry version at some point as well

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Wed 7 Apr ‘21

Louis left Tulum and went to Mexico City, and we got airport pics from both ends: the gathered fans were told by his bodyguard that they should keep their distance but that yes, pictures would be allowed. Thank you Louis! We got to see him a little for the first time in so long, in videos of him walking by (and getting ready to walk by) and blurry pics of him with his guitar, and Oli and Charlie- I’m excited to someday see the footage of whatever they’re working on. But for now, finally some proper pictures of the long long hair, or at least the below the hat part, all flippy and like...LONG! It’s on his SHOULDERS! Early pics had some interesting shadows around an elbow, prompting a flurry of NeW TaTtoO?? excitement, but when more pics were posted we could see that no, his elbow remains the same, false alarm. Once that tattoo kerfuffle died down the interest refocused on his shirt, which featured- a whole damn pile of skulls!

Louis went through a long phase of wearing skull shirts a while back, and the fact that it was during a period of a lot of very pointed t-shirt messages (and that he kept doing it more than ever despite knowing what we were reading into it) seemed to reinforce the theory that he did in fact mean things by it, and seeing him say yes to fan photos while wearing this shirt for the occasion… well! WELCOME BACK public Louis, we MISSED YOU! Yesterday’s shirt was for the band Obituary- is the band name a nod at the fact that Syco, generally considered to be the main target of previous skull shirts, is now dead and gone (rest in pieces assholes:))? Is Louis drawing attention to the livestream that band did a few days ago for their album ‘The End Complete’, and if so, is that also about Syco or about… something else? Inconclusive, but if we were meant to find their song “End It Now”, that can truly only be about one thing!! Am I to believe that SBB himself, Mr “I like to draw the fans’ attention to the lyrics of things” just, whoopsy, missed that! I mean, you would think every band on earth has lyrics about “ending it“ with the number of times he’s made that mistake, damn… he just never learns. Poor Louis, gosh how embarrassing! Lol. Anyway, I’ve seen people wondering lately what will happen when all the fans that have joined us in this time of lockdown and of no real contact with Louis will react when their version of Louis has to compete with the real one- and him barely being back at all but immediately reminding people that he is not a dad FFS feels like an excellent beginning, this should be good! BUCKLE IN friends! The real Louis is sooo much more fun than the boring made up one, just get ready to enjoy the chaotic energy and trying to keep up with him….

Oh also Louis liked a Snuts tweet about being underdogs as they fight to get the release week UK #1 for their new album, and a charity says they reached out to Louis AND LOTTIE to play in their celeb footie match PLEASE, HOW CUTE WOULD THAT BE? Come on Tomlinsons, say yes!

Liam has a big interview in Glamour to promote his BAFTAS performance! If *I* were doing the piece I would have really gone hard on the Two Liams angle of the performance (in which Liam will be accompanied by a hologram of himself) but alas they are boring and only interviewed one of him- maybe the part where he says “you're on stage, you're a certain type of person, and at home you're a certain type of person” sort of counts? The “that's always something I've really struggled with” makes it not so fun though, but that’s a Liam interview for ya; worrisome and makes you want to hug him a lot. “I didn't actually realize this for a long time, but I often give a little bit too much away,“ he says, and today is no exception. We catch up on the time since last we heard from him, when he told us he was going to take some well-earned time off and try to focus on writing new music; he continues to have difficulty with downtime unfortunately. Oh Liam, I do wish it were easier for you to take a break! He says, “I stopped working and I had a full, proper month off [and that was] really hard. And it was all a bit dark for me for a little bit... not being able to go anywhere, not being able to do anything. It really, really hit home. And I just found myself sat in the same place day in, day out. And I was like, okay, I really do not know what to do with myself” and “for me, learning to relax has always been quite a hard thing to do because I feel like if I'm not moving forward, then I must be going backwards.” He goes on to say “so, in a way it's kind of a blessing in disguise, as this has all kind of taught me to relax a little bit more. And to not be so worried about that, like the world is not going to fall over if I don't do something today,” and I wish I believed him, but that’s Liam’s way, to be like oh I need to add something upbeat and end on a cheerful note! So IDK. He also talks about drinking too much, at the beginning of lockdown especially, and how he’s dealt with it by getting back to working out and dieting. There’s nothing there that he hasn’t talked about before (he’s publicly addressed both his struggles with alcohol dependency and has talked a lot about his disordered eating though he hasn’t himself named it that) but after publication Glamour edited the piece to omit the part about his drinking-- I’m guessing the augmented reality app people didn’t feel it fit their ideal image (sigh). What that leaves is him saying how nice it was to be able to eat what he wanted during lockdown but that having the boundaries and rules in place of restricting his food again has made him feel better about himself, which if you ask me is still plenty distressing. Oh Liam :( <I’ve never wanted to hug someone so bad/ Spongebob meme> On a slightly more cheerful note, he tells us he feels supported and heard by a manager that he’s close to, and by Louis, and that those relationships are good for him (the interviewer does ask about Bear, but financee Maya is not mentioned even once in this article). The piece ends with a startling response to a comment about his upcoming performance: “I'll see you wherever you want me in your house, I guess.”

Niall posted about his Masters (golf) fantasy league and he was seen out and about! He was photographed in London driving a car the size of a house and on the street carrying one of his dozens of different reusable water bottles, with his hair floppy and down- is it a new haircut or just unstyled??- and shorts and little roundish shades. Hello Neil! There was a rumored sighting of Harry in London as well but no pics and like we know he’s there anyway so… shrug. And iHeart award nominations are up, and they’re pitting louies against harries, ouch. Will it be nasty (well when isn’t it even without this voted category, sigh), or will the louies simply steamroller everyone as per usual? Only time will tell, but if so harries can console themselves with their likely wins in the Male Artist of the Year, Best Lyrics (Adore You), and Song of the Year (WS) categories.

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Cathy Flanagan: It Can All Be Blamed on the FALALALA

She plays electric guitar and she sings and her jeans have frays and holes earned through time and not bought to be fancy. She speaks clearly, sings beautifully, and she’s going to do all of it over and over again because she and her bandmates are THAT popular here in the Upper Ohio Valley. But her lust for music wasn’t born from an exposure to stars like Debbie Harry or John Lennon or Joni Mitchell or even Freddie Mercury. No, Cathy Flanagan’s love affair with music sprouted thanks to a grade school soloist and the innocence of a FA-LA-LA-LA holiday, and then it blossomed during rock-n’-roll’s best decades – the 1970s-80s – here in the Upper Ohio Valley. Ever since, Flanagan has been on a stage and singing somewhere, and for more than a decade she’s joined the men of The Muddle while gigging on both sides of the Ohio River. The set lists are eclectic, the narration brief, and crowds are quiet with attention. Maybe the best parts are that you can name that tune, sing those songs, and transport back to the show or party where you heard the melody that very first time. The Muddle performs a solid show for sure, and it’s Flanagan who humbly fills the role as band leader. She schedules shows, promotes on social media, does the radio interviews, and it’s Cathy who thanks the crowd for their shows of appreciation for each little ditty. Not bad for someone once anxious when standing up front, huh? Flanagan sings and plays guitar for The Muddle, and the band can be enjoyed at various venues in the valley. Why The Muddle? Where did the name come from? Working as a duo being myself with Kevin Schlick or London Stadler – and, at times, a trio with Matt Uhlly – promotion was difficult. We needed a name. I was at the lobby bar at Nemacolin when the bartender served up a beautiful purple martini to the guy next to me, When I commented on it, he said the secret is to “muddle” the fruit. Muddle! We became “The Muddle,” because in the dictionary it also means “confusion.” This was perfect because it was really not clear who would be showing up to be it. Would it be a duo, a trio? We didn’t know, and eventually we’d even be a four-piece band for some performances. What performer or band led you to music? I don't think there was any one band or person that influenced me to want to play music. I loved music. I liked music class as long as we were singing. I didn`t care for learning music signatures or anything related to it. I took flutophone with hopes of making a band and failed the written test part. I was learning by ear. in 7th grade a classmate sang a solo in the Christmas program and I was mesmerized. I picked up a few instruments along the way. I played clawhammer banjo somewhat years ago with a trio. I struggled with stage fright. Flanagan interacts often with the audiences that attend The Muddle's shows. What female vocalist do you consider the greatest of all time? Why? I cannot say I consider any single one female or male vocalist to be the greatest, there are way too many fish in that sea. I wouldn't want to leave anyone out. What is the best job you’ve ever had? I've worked many jobs. Pondering the best makes me realize how many. I can honestly say I liked them all. Maybe the Riviera Bowling Lanes stands out. I worked in the Downstairs Lounge. I loved working in a rock club. We had top-notch bands come through there. I got to be friends with great musicians. I still have charts that Rick from the BE Taylor Band made for me. This was before the internet – at least for me. I got to be friends with The Toys, Dino and John. They knew I strummed some guitar and suggested I pick up bass. They said bass players were scarce. So, I did. The Muddle have played shows in bars and restaurants, sure, but also for steak frys and other outdoor events. What happened to rock n’ roll? Where’d it go? Well, I think rock n roll might still be around. Maybe just harder to find? Read the full article

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Hello There fellow Hungarian from Poland!

Do you have aby headcanons about Poland or Polish and Hungarian Relations?

Yay, another Pole! :D Much, much love from Hungary to you guys! ❤️❤️❤️ I tried to summarize my thoughts in short sentences but….eh… sorry for the length of this, but there is like, a ton of history to work with, and one idea popped up after another and then I just got lost typing this. I might as well write a whole book about it. XD

These are listed in more or less historical order. Am I doing this right? I’m bad at making headcanons! Also my interpretation of Poland is very different from his Hetalia presentation and my notes are based heavily on how Poland and Polish people are perceived in Hungary. Sorry if that bothers anyone, but I like to stay accurate to History.

Anyway, I hope this list satisfies!

Poland:

-Used to be really childish and carefree but after the partitions he matured rather quickly

-He is quite the attention-seeker, very social and has many friends but only a few real ones and he has trust issues and fear of abandonment - that’s why he can get very clingy

-Has pride like the size of the moon

-Communicates his emotions poorly - which results in him sometimes mistreating people he likes (Lithuania and Ukraine for example) - he is getting better at reading people though

-He is a “lets get shit done” type of person - you give him a job and he will do it impeccably and in time

-He appears like this happy-go-lucky guy, but it’s actually a coping mechanism

-When he feels down, he becomes emotional - and drinks a lot - he is an emotional drunk

-Had a big fat crush on Ukraine (he even has a folk song dedicated to her, Hej Sokoły!)

-Complains a lot - like a really lot

-Poland keeps old gifts he received from his great kings and queens in a safe (nobody knows about it though)

-The partitions caused him to lose consciousness for weeks. It was the shock of losing his identity as a ‘state’. All countries involved believed that he would die.

-Poland lived with Russia between 1795-1918 due to Russia possessing most of his territory. But he often made official visits to Austria and Prussia to negotiate the treatment of his people with them. He also got away on his own a few times (to help out Hungary in 1848-49 for example).

-Poland accompanied Tadeusz Kościuszko to America, but couldn’t stay for long. Youthful America’s enthusiasm inspired him a lot.

-He is a very bad driver, and had so many accidents he doesn’t keep count, but he is a skilled pilot so he often complains about not being allowed to fly around instead of driving around.

Poland and Hungary:

-Poland was also victim of Hungarian tribal attacks before the 10th century so his boss decided to befriend the new southern neighbour in hopes of making an ally. At first Hungary thought Poland was a girl while he thought she was a boy.

-Hungary first met a Polish tribe called “Lendzianie” and so she named his people “lengyel”. Poland never corrected her though.

-They paid visits to each other often during the early decades of the 10th century and played a lot. Once they jumped in a lake for fun’s sake, without clothes, and Poland quickly realized that Hungary is in fact a girl but he hadn’t got the heart to break the news to her because she was so confident in being a boy.

-They got distanced whenever internal crisises rose in their countries. Even up to this day, if one of them has an internal struggle, the other doesn’t pry and keeps a respectful distance. They respect each others boundaries in every way.

-Poland and Hungary were married twice, but all they ever did was giggle about it like the young teens they were and caused a lot of trouble for their kings with their pranks and mischiefs.

-Poland never understood why Hungary’s attention turned towards Austria in the 1400s though. Hungary also never understood why his attention turned towards Lithuania either.

-Poland and Hungary have a very similar residing scar running in three directions across their bodies which are testimony to them being thorn in three. Poland during the partitions and Hungary during the Ottoman-Habsburg invasions when she was also basically three entities in one.

-Poland fought with Hungary against Austria in 1848-49 but was dragged back by Russia when Hungary lost. He learned of her marriage to Austria through a newspaper much later and was severely disappointed in her.

-Poland tried to negotiate with the Allies in order to save Hungary from being chopped up and lose their shared border, but France faced him with a decision: either shut up and get a place on the map or refuse the treaty and have less territory. Poland never ratified the treaty but he still resents not fighting it more.

-Hungary tried to help Poland during his war with the soviets in 1920-22 but because Czechoslovakia refused to grant access to him out of spite, she turned to Romania of all people, pleading him to help. Romania actually helped.

-Hungary was pretty shaken and isolated from everyone after WW1. Only Poland and North Italy reached out to her, searching ways to keep in contact.

-Hungary resents joining the wrong side in WW2, which made her and Poland enemies. She tried to make the best of the situation and help Poland when her troops were stationed on his territory. They met accidentally in a forest while Poland was marching with partisans towards Warsaw in 1944. She helped him out but Prussia found them and Hungary pretended to take Poland hostage in order to release him later during the night. Her men were killed for fraternizing with the enemy.

-During the German occupation in Poland it was forbidden to listen to Polish nationalist songs and so Hungary and her men played “God save Poland” on repeat just because they could and Poland and his people were very thankful for it.

-When the Iron Curtain was drawn, Hungary hid away in her land, depressed, but Poland kept fighting the new rule until the Poznan protests inspired the uprising in Budapest in 1956. Originally Hungary organized a solidarity march for him but it turned into a freedom fight. She was struck down by Russia though, leaving her bleeding out on her streets with a hole in her chest. Poland flew to Budapest and offered his own blood to save her. Hungary remained unconsious for a week until she woke up. He was at her bedside the whole time.

-Poland often jokes about Hungary probably inheriting his “immortality” because of the blood transfusion.

-Hungary hid away again after 56. He tried to help Hungary get over her trauma by visiting her often during the rest of their years in the Soviet Union, but something broke in her and he didn’t really know what to do.

-This put a certain distance between them.

-After the USSR fell, Poland was quick to make new friends and make up with his neighbours but Hungary came out of her shell much slower. She did admire him for his strength to move on. He also encouraged her a lot to get up and improve her country.

-Hungary considers him her only real friend. She doesn’t trust anybody else with her life anymore. Out of gratitude, she decided to declare a special day for Poland (March 23) and when he heard of it, he actually teared up.

-Nowadays they visit each other on their Independence Days and celebrate together. They also go and cheer for each other’s football teams with hundreds of Poles chanting “Ria, ria, Hungaria!” and hundreds of Hungarians chanting “Polska! Polska!” on the streets.

-After hearing the song “Varsó hiába várod” from the band Republic, Poland thought Warsaw is indeed too far from Budapest so he made a plan to build a railroad so they can come and go between each other’s capitals in five hours. The idea is under construction at the moment.

-Poland and Hungary like to think that they are the heart of V4.

-Hungary goes along with whatever mischief or prank Poland makes up. And vica versa.

-They also promote their friendship with so much enthusiasm that Romania often calls them out for being too mushy.

Uh, thanks for reading through this! I know this is a lots of text, I get carried away when making up ideas. I’m unable to summarize my thoughts in short sentences. I don’t have the ability.

Also 50% of this is not even headcanon, some of these really happened or are happening.

Anyway, I hope I answered your question! :’)

#hetalia #hws #aph #hetalia hungary #hetalia poland #hws hungary #hws poland #polish-hungarian friendship #polish-hungarian relations #this history is rich #i love them so much #and I love Poles so much #headcanons but not really #q&a #zsocca #zsocca55 #polhun

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