and have had in six different apartments

Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor

Originally posted by wooyoung

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 3,712

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What if Enjolras, having never been to Grantaire’s apartment, had no idea that he was a sort of cat hoarder until one day R shows up to an ABC meeting with a black cat with a bandaged leg in his arms and like six more in different colors following close behind. Most of the Amis have been over before and know about the cats, but Enj is just staring as R awkwardly rambles about, “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. It’s just that Bulldozer got herself hurt the other day and she can’t walk right and I couldn’t leave her alone, but- I dunno- she’s kinda the leader of their little cat gang and they all ran out when I opened the door and they followed us here, and that’s what happened so yeah.”

I bet Victor goes back to Russia a few weeks before Yuuri is going to move there and he walks into his old apartment with Makkachin at his heels and immediately realizes it’s totally unlivable, like he doesn’t even have PLATES, he has only one couch and a double bed, this is not at ALL acceptable for his dear Yuuri to live in, he needs him to be comfortable living somewhere new so he basically goes on a crazed redecorating spree, fueled by his stress over how much he misses Yuuri in the first place, and drags the entire Russian skating team to Ikea on six different occasions, buys thousands of dollars worth of furniture, forces Mila, Georgi, and Yurio to rearrange the entire apartment four times ‘why did you buy two more couches if you ALREADY HAD ONE THEY DON’T EVEN FIT?!!’ ‘plz yurio this one is more comfortable in case we fight and I have to sleep on the coach and I just thought this one looked cool, it’s totally necessary’ ‘ARGHHH!!’ 

So basically when Yuuri finally does arrive in St. Petersburg the entire Russian skating team is overjoyed to see him

9 crimes

Pairing: Eliza Schuyler x Reader

Summary: There are 10 things a person should never do under any circumstances. Throughout all your life you did 9 out of those 10. 

or the story of two little girls who fell in love and of two women who had to bury those feelings. 

Word count: 1,668

Time period: Hamiltime

Warnings: None (yet).

Note: This is a big work that’s going to be divided into three parts. Each one with 3 ‘crimes’. It may be confusing at the start as to what exactly are the crimes (or maybe it’s really obvious and I think is not) but at the end, I think everyone is going to get it. Also, I was experimenting with the narration again so… let’s see how that goes. I hope you like it, guys!  ♡

Extra information: I didn’t mention it in the text but the reader is the same age as Peggy, so is one year younger than Eliza and two years younger than Angelica. Oh and they’re neighbors. 

Lovely tag list: @aph-icelandey  @caspercassiecas  @coolbeanbinch @divergentphangirl101  @fairly–local–trashcan  @hamgurlphangirl @huffleheyguys @leidilaurens @myself-and-the-madman @squabblelion @strawbirby @tomatobasilisk @uniidust 

(I took the likes into account but if you didn’t want to get tagged don’t hesitate and tell me to erase you from the list and please forgive my mistake ;v;) 



You were seven when you felt the closest to hell, but God forbid your mother to heard you say that or she would take you to church every single day.

Heat pushed in on you, making you felt claustrophobic even though you were outside. The humidity was almost overwhelming; it was like breathing in bath water. Your cheeks were tinted in a beautiful red and sweat rolled down your forehead sticking strands of your bangs to your skin. It was not pleasant at all but the daisies surrounding you made it all worth it.

You wondered if there were daisies in hell. ‘Maybe if Lucifer was given some flowers he would smile and wouldn’t be as bad as people in church say he is’ you thought, playing with one of the blossoms in your hand ‘Or maybe he and God could go and have tea…’  

Somehow that line of thought ended with you making a flowers crown. It wasn’t perfect, the ones your nanny used to make were way better but it was good enough not to crumble at the touch and it looked pretty. You were proud of yourself.

And just when you were planning to go back home to show your creation to your mother and father someone approached to you. It was a girl. She was even redder than you, —you didn’t know if it was for the weather or because she apparently had been running— with her ponytail almost undone and her eyes full of tears.  

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, not having anticipated finding someone else.

“Why are you crying?” you couldn’t help to ask.

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her dress “I’m not cr-crying…”

“Yes you are” you pointed out, standing up and searching in your pockets for the handkerchief you always carried with you “But that’s alright” you assured her with a smile, handing her the white object “We all cry, even my mum does it sometimes”

She shyly accepted the handkerchief and softly wiped her tears away “But I don’t like it” she mumbled “Peggy makes fun of me”


“My sister. She says I look ugly when I cry”

You observed her again, thoughtfully this time. And noticed her long and still wet eyelashes, her button nose and how bright her eyes actually were. It was almost unbelievable that someone dared to say she looked bad.  

“I think you look more like an apple” you acknowledged and she frowned, not being pleased with your statement “B-but a nice apple! Like those my nanny uses to make a pie. They’re bright red and beautiful. Totally the best apples!” you explained yourself, maybe getting too excited about it because you somehow made her laugh. It was a soft sound, sweet and contagious. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.  

“You could be the Apple goddess” you proposed, taking your flowers crown and softly placing it on her head.

“Why not just a queen?”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “I just think goddess sounds prettier than queen”  

She seemed to think of it for a moment, moving her lips to form the words in a soundless whisper. Then nodded and stared at you with a bright smile.

“Yes, it sounds prettier”


When you were ten, you heard the word for the first time in the mouth of someone who was not your parents: Love.

You were still young, a child with three friends who were playing in their father’s fields.

“Love is all mom talks about recently,” said Peggy, mouth scrunched into a frown.

“Such a nonsensical concept” Angelica added, stretching beside her “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun brush gently down your face and feeling Eliza’s fingers still braiding your hair softly.

“I’d do it for someone who brightens my day and motivates me to be better,” you said with a little smile on your mouth “Someone who makes the stars seem to shine brighter”

Peggy looked at you, then at Angelica and laughed lightly.

“You’ve just said the same thing the fairy tales do” she teased, but then her eyes seemed to be filled with excitement and curiosity as she sat closer to you “It must be that you are already in love with someone!”

“She is not” Eliza blurted out and you could imagine the little frown on her face “If you love someone he needs to court you and ask for your hand to marry you. And (Y/N) is not being courted by anyone”

Angelica smiled and patted her sister’s head “What a silly notion you have of love, dear”

“Wait, is not like that?” Eliza asked, turning her face to Angelica with a confused expression.

“Of course not, you dumbo” Peggy said among giggles “You love someone when the stork leaves a baby on your door”

“What does that have to do with love?” you asked back, noticing how Peggy’s hand got closer to you hair to take one of the flowers that Eliza had pinned in it just to be lightly slapped away by her sister.

“Ouch!” Peggy cried, giving Eliza a grumpy look “Well, you have to love someone to have a baby!”

“Yes, but you have to love them before that” at least that was what your mother had told you, “I think loving someone is when you give them the last cookie even if you want to eat it too”

The youngest of the Schuyler sisters laughed again “That can’t be love!”

“Why not?”

“Because if it was, Eliza would be in love with you”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, analyzing different sceneries in your head to then finally turn your head to Eliza, whose hands had started trembling a little against your hair.

“None of you have a single clue of what love is” Angelica sighed, shaking her head. “It worries me that because of that you’d give your heart to someone who does not deserve it”  

“We won’t,” you said, and the three sisters stared at you with inquiry in their eyes “Because we now have a

love amulet

” you stated happily as you took off the small necklace you had around your neck. It was a simple gold chain with a gold heart hanging from it.

“A love amulet?” Eliza repeated as you gently turned around to place it in her hands.

“Yes, we just have to wear it when someone wants to courter us and somehow we will know if that person is the indicated”  

Eliza and Peggy seemed to believe it’ll work and nodded excitedly.  Angelica had a doubtful expression but finally nodded too. It was a sweet irony that she was the first one to wear it three years later.


You were sixteen the first time you felt it. It had hit you like a brick. Love.

Eliza was sitting beside you, her delicate fingers glided in circles at your hands.

“I can’t play like this” you whispered and she smiled.

“You don’t have to” was her answer, soft and melodic like the sound of the piano keys.

Dix begs to differ” you joked resting your head against hers.

“Hmm” with a loving expression on her face, she placed her hands on the piano and played the little melody again. You pulled apart slightly, just enough for her to reach all the keys “Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…”

“Dix,” you said.

Eliza shook her head in a “no” sign and took your hands again, motioning you to play the piece.

You rolled your eyes but indulged her anyway, brushing the keys with your fingers in a soft movement “Une, deux, trois—” Eliza leaned in closer and placed a light kiss on your cheek, you smiled “quatre, cinq, six—” another one, this time on your chin “sept, huit, neuf—”

Before you could add the dix Eliza pressed her lips against yours. It was just a touch, it didn’t last more than a second. A chaste affection that was as soft as the spring breeze.  

You tended to kiss a lot because that’s what children do, that’s what best friends do. You kissed on the forehead, the cheek, the eyelids, the nose, the chin… but never on the lips. Never like this.

You froze, she blushed, and the room was filled with silence. The soft and almost inexistent echo of the forgotten melody was the only thing you could hear. For the first time, the silence was not comfortable and it made your hands sweat and Eliza’s eyes to get glassy.

“I… didn’t…” her voice trembled, her gaze wouldn’t meet yours.

“Please don’t” you pleaded in a whisper. ‘Don’t say you didn’t mean it’.

She looked at you this time and you closed the distance between your mouths with another kiss. Tenderly and almost shyly you let your lips to brush against hers, slowly exploring the softness of the feeling and the taste of her breath. The movement was clumsy and innocent, slow and delicate… but then she kissed you back and it was perfect.

When you pulled apart, you were greeted with her flushed face and widened eyes. You to let out a little laugh.

I swear to God if the only reason why you kissed me was to shut me up before I reached ten I’m not going to forgive you,” you said, pressing your forehead against hers.

She laughed too “It was one of the reasons, but not the main one”

Eliza placed her right hand on your nape and started playing absentmindedly with your hair. You closed your eyes and sighed contently.

The sound of her voice gave you butterflies, her smile made your heart skip a beat, every time you were with her you felt so complete… You should’ve known it before; of course it was love.

Never the same. 1

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Featuring: Harrison and Tessa

Words: 1885

Warnings: -

Taggs: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: I know I said I would post it next week but here it is the first chapter! I hope it calls your attention somehow and you like it. As I already said, in this story there will be plenty of things about me, my own life, my thoughts so I’m a bit anxious about sharing it with you guys but any beedback is appreciated! I will post every Sunday or Saturday, depending on how drowned uni has me lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

PS: let me know if you want to be tagged! xx

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


England was a rainy as she remembered. Third day there and she still hadn’t seen the sun for more than ten minutes straight. She didn’t complain though. After spending the whole summer at home back in Spain, coming to such a cold weather during August was helpful. Still, it was a great change and she knew it was going to take her a time to get used to the climate. After all, she had only been in London in order to visit her brother for short periods of time, never more than a week, and living there for at least six months was something completely different.

Luckily for her, she had been dreaming about living in London since she visited it for the first time, almost ten years ago, so adjusting should be easy. She wished she could have afforded a place in the city centre but she, and her family, forced herself to be realistic: that was too much. That is why she ended up renting a cute and nice apartment in Kingston, an hour away from the city centre. At first, she didn’t like the idea of living there since she had never visited it, despite all the trips to the city she had made since her brother Alex came to live to the city more than ten years ago.

Eventually, she got used to the idea and by the time she got to her new home, she already loved it. It was small but cozy, clean and in an attic which allowed her to see Richmond Park from the window. It was a third floor so there was no noise from the street that could get to her and annoy her in the morning. Plus, her landlady, Mrs Darling, was the nicest woman she had met yet. She reminded her of her grandma actually. She lived in Southampton, with her son and her two grandsons with whom she was in love with. She had left the apartment ready for her to use it. Clean towels, bed clothing, and even some fruits on the kitchen counter. She smiled at the gesture the moment she stepped into the apartment and saw her note.

That was three days ago. She had already visited her brother in town, she had bought groceries, bathroom and kitchen items, along with some other stuff she liked for the house. She had also gone to the enterprise where she would be doing her internship on Audiovisual Translation. They were really nice to her, which actually took her by surprise, and explained her what she would be doing at the beginning until she got used to the job. She asked if she had to go any other day but they said it wasn’t necessary. She could just go in September.

So there she was, third day in London with nothing to do. She had woken up later that day since it had been raining and her bed was too comfortable. By the time she got out of bed it was almost noon and the rain had stopped. She sighed and looked out of the window towards Richmond Park, deciding it was about time to discover what was going to be her neighbourhood during the next months of her life.

She took a shower, got dressed and prepared her bag. It was something her brother had taught her: a small back pack could be more useful than a bag since you never knew if it was going to be warmed or colder. She had to be prepared. So she put a sweater in the bag and also a small umbrella in case it started raining, which wouldn’t be really surprising. When she was ready, she checked the fridge, deciding to have lunch out instead. She wasn’t the cooking type. Once she had made sure she had everything, she went out and locked the door of the apartment.

The first thing she did was looking for a place to eat. She was starving so anything would do the trick. It surprised her at the same time it made her happy to find a Subway just around the corner. She was planning on eating as healthy as possible but she knew herself and she knew that restaurant was going to be useful.

When she walked in and ordered, the guy behind the counter gave her an awkward look which confused her until she checked the time. It was 2 p.m., too late to eat for British people but for her, being Spanish, was even early since she was used to have lunch around three. She smiled at him and took her food, heading to a table next to the window. Getting used to the British timetable was going to be tricky for sure.

By the time she finished the sandwich, she left the place and looked around. She wasn’t really sure which way to take to the park since she was a bit disorientated but finally she choose to go to the left. As she walked around the borough she found out about many small coffee shops and stores, she also saw that it was more like a familiar neighbourhood and, on top of everything, was beautiful.

Before she realised it, she had been walking for like 40 minutes and there were no signs of the park or her own building. It was strange since she had assumed it wasn’t too far away. After a few more minutes of walking, she came out of an alley and found herself in a residential street, with houses on both sides on the street, completely empty except for the cars outside the houses. Defeated, she took out her phone to check the maps but as she pressed the unlocking button, the screen didn’t light up. She frowned and pressed it longer.

“You have to be kidding me…” she mumbled when she saw the sign of no battery on the screen. “Great”, she added looking around.

She had no idea where she was, where her apartment was, which way to go or where she could charge the phone. How could she have been so stupid? She should’ve checked the battery before leaving the apartment but no, she was too hungry to pay attention to those details. With a groan, she looked around and started walking again as she looked at the sky. At least, it didn’t look like it was going to rain.

“C’mon Tessa!” She heard a voice said, followed by a bark.

Then she saw a black dog running out of one of the houses, followed by two tall guys who started walking down the street. She considered the option of asking for help. It would definitely make her look like an idiot but what other choice did she have?

“Excuse me!” She exclaimed hurrying behind them. They stopped and looked at her, making her stop slowly. “Hi, um…sorry to bother you but I-“ she frowned as she looked at one of the guys.

His face was familiar –she had seen it somewhere-. She narrowed her eyes at him as a small smile appeared on his face.

“You’re Spiderman!” She exclaimed. The other guy laughed a little, making her blush. “Sorry, the… guy who played Spiderman” she corrected herself.

“Yeah” he nodded smiling a bit more. “I’m Tom” he said offering his hand. Of course, Tom Holland. She had also see him in The Impossible¸ of course. “This idiot is Harrison” he added pointing at the other guy.

“Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N)” She introduced yourself shaking his hand. “Sorry to bother you but, um… I’m new here in Kingston and I’m lost and my phone is dead so there’s no way I can get to my apartment or…anywhere really. I don’t even know where I am” she told them.

“Oh that sucks!” Tom exclaimed. She chuckled and nodded. “What’s the name of your street?”

She thought about it for a moment before looking down at the turned off phone on her hand. Of course she had to type the address on her phone. She couldn’t have a notebook or anything, it had be just on her phone. If he didn’t think she was an idiot, he was going to know she was one.

“You saved it in your phone right?” Harrison chuckled. She nodded, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Alright, then…” he scratched the back of his head and looked at Harrison, trying to find out what they could do.

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll find somewhere to charge my phone” she shrugged it off. It scared her a little to go alone since it was getting darker but obviously they were going to take the dog for a walk and she didn’t want to bother them. Not anymore. “Thank you anyway” she smiled at them.

“Wait”, Harrison said before she turned around. (Y/N) looked at them. “What about you leave your phone here charging, come with us to the park and then we come back here to get it? You check the address, maps and you’re free to go” he suggested.

“That’s a good idea!” Tom exclaimed with a smile. “See? That’s why I keep you around”, he added.

“I can’t do that” she shook her head. “It’s really nice of you but it’s too much to ask” she added.

“C’mon, it’s nothing really. A phone doesn’t take much place and you don’t have to be around on your own” Tom smiled.

(Y/N) bite her lip looking at both of them. She really felt bad for doing this but it was the best option she had at the moment. With a final sigh, she nodded and handed her phone to Harrison who went into the house immediately.

“Thank you for that” she smiled at Tom thankfully.

“You’re welcome” he shrugged. “Tessa stop” he told the dog who hadn’t stopped moving around any second.

She smiled and bended down. When the dog saw the girl, she approached her slowly, smelling the hand she was offering before licking it. Smiling, (Y/N) stroked her under her chin before getting up.

“She likes you” Tom pointed out.

“She’s just being polite. Like you” she smiled.

“I can’t just let you walking around on your own when it’s getting dark” he shrugged. “Especially when you don’t even know where you are or where you have to go”

Before she could reply and tell him he was completely right, Harrison came back out of the house. It was then when she actually checked out the house. It had two floors, it was made with red bricks with white windows. A chimney could also be seen on the roof. It was beautiful.

“Shall we?” Harrison said, taking her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a smile.

“Which park are you going?” (Y/N) asked walking between them.

“Richmond” Tom replied.

“That’s great!” She exclaimed with a smile. “That was my destination” she explained.

“Then you were completely lost, darling” Tom said with a laugh.

“Thank you then” she shrugged. “Is it far?”

“Not really. Just fifteen minutes. With Tessa it will be ten” Tom replied. (Y/N) smiled looking at the dog. She was cute.


A/N: I strongly believe pumpkins can have an aphrodisiac effect… don’t you? ;-)

9th October: Pumpkin patch. 🎃 | feat. Captain James Conrad

Words: 1074
Warnings: implied smut

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Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference

(A/N: In honour of Raúl Esparza’s birthday. Fair warning I made him a bit younger in the story because I don’t know if him and Barba are the same age. Bit either-way I hope you all enjoy this. Also do you guys like the re-vamp? Yay or nay?) 

Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference

When you started dating Rafael Barba you were twenty-five years old and he was thirty-seven years old.

A twelve year age difference.

You were only in your first year as a Detective and your transfer to Manhattan’s Special Victims Unit when he became your departments ADA. You were a new, bright-eyed but gifted and talented detective with an infamous last name to live up to, at that point. He was a seasoned attorney at that point, who was well-versed and experienced in the law with an impressive reputation.

You hit it off straight away. You found each other amusing and almost instantaneously developed the typical ‘old married couple’ esque relationship. You were both heavily sarcastic and your verbal sparing sessions were legendary. What you liked was that he was never scared to challenge you or insult you for that matter. He wasn’t scared of your last name unlike most who had to get to know you before getting comfortable around. Granted, that hadn’t been a problem at SVU. You very different but at the same time, you both had a lot in common.

It took six months after meeting for your relationship to turn into a banter and flirty filled friend/colleague relationship to a romantic one. You’d been physically attracted to him from the start but in a way, you were sort of glad that you had taken so long to act on your feelings. You developed a deeper more meaningful attraction and liking. You had waited because you never thought that he would like you the same way you liked him and you had assumed that he had waited so long for the same reason. Back then you would never have thought it would have also been because of your age difference.

It took six months of sexual tension and one length trial to bring you two together and you hadn’t been apart since. From their lead to what is now a three-year relationship. You’d moved in with each other after a year and he had proposed to you on your third anniversary a few months back. You both couldn’t be happier. You were now twenty-eight years old and he was approaching his fortieth birthday.

The age difference rarely came up. In fact, since the day you had met, you’d only actually ever thought about it handful of times. If you were honest, you never really felt it. You and Rafael had so much in common that you never ran out of things to do and or talk about. You’d always dated older men, granted none of them twelve years older. It didn’t really bother you. The way you saw it was he was the same age as your older sister Erin, who wasn’t that old despite all the jokes you made at her expense and he wasn’t closer in age to your Father than he was to you so you didn’t see the problem.

You loved him and he loved you. Twelve year was nothing really. What was twelve years compared to the lifetime you’d get to spend together? You had always assumed that Rafael felt the same way about the issue, despite never really talking about it. Maybe, you should have and that way you wouldn’t have been so surprised when it was brought up.

“And where are you going?” Rafael asked, curious, looking up from his book as you stepped into the room.

“An impromptu bachelorette party.” You informed as you smoothed out your shorts and shirt as you quickly glanced at yourself.  

“For who?” he asked, putting the book down and looking directly at you now by turning his head to the side.

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Strangers ~ A Byun Baekhyun Series

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance - in later chapters

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Summary: (of this series) For the past two years, you and Baekhyun have been dating. But for the past six months, he’s treated you like a stranger. Tight schedules and different careers drive the two of you apart from each other. What happens when you decide you’re no longer happy and enough is enough?

{Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter five} {Chapter six} {Chapter seven} {Chapter eight} {Chapter nine} {Chapter ten} {Chapter eleven} {Epilogue}

You slowly walk up to the front door of the condo you’ve been sharing with Baekhyun for the past two years. For the past year and a half, it had been amazing. Waking up next to him, while he sleeps with a slight pout on his face. From morning kisses and spooning in bed, to back hugs in the kitchen. Secret dates out in public as you both tried to keep you identities hidden. Group dates with the rest of EXO as they made fun of your relationship while both being happy for you and jealous of Baekhyun. But for the past six months, things went downhill. Your relationship went downhill. He started spending more time at the dorm for late night working. With promotions and touring, he barely had any time for you. He started ignoring your calls and text messages, then throwing you a quiet “sorry, I was busy” when he actually did come home to your questions about him ignoring you. Sure, he still slept next to you, ate with you (when he actually was home) and gave you kisses, (rarely) but something was different about him. It seemed like he stopped caring. It seemed like the two of you were married, but out of love. Like a married couple who only stayed together and pretended to be happy for the sake of their children. 

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Good Stories! (For a change)

Good Stories!

So, I usually post only negative things about my work, so I thought I’d take a break and share some good stuff that keeps me at this job while I wait for something bigger to come along.

1. We joke around on the walkies. A lot. My favorite instance was when Trolls was coming up and one of my senior managers periodically played Can’t Stop This Feeling over the walkie from her phone. But nothing beats when someone played “Hello darkness my old friend,” out of nowhere while I was checking a theatre and I had to choke on my own laugh to keep from disturbing the customers. Using the walkies used to scare me because I was self-conscious, but now I kinda love it because it’s hilarious to listen to everyone sometimes, especially when we’re slow and everyone is bored.

2. We don’t have morning meetings like some jobs do. Instead we have two mandatory meetings each year, one around Summer break and one around winter break. These are HELL because you have to get up at the butt crack of dawn because that’s the only time we’re able to fit it in, considering we’re a movie theatre and we need to use a screen for the meeting because there’s videos and shit to watch. It’s even worse if you close the night before, or you’re TTA and have to get there EVEN EARLIER to make sure everything works. Sounds terrible, right? How is this a good thing?

Well, someone always brings in snacks. Last meeting we had Krispy Kreme donuts. And my GM gives out prizes, which I know isn’t required because the last theatre in this chain that I worked at didn’t give out anything. But this GM will ask us things like what the mission statement or values are, or it might be movie trivia or something from the meeting’s videos or the month'e safety topic. I got $20 for knowing a crowd control acronym once, and sometimes it’s larger amounts of money or gift cards. Once someone got a portable phone charger, and last meeting someone got a Rogue One poster (which are in high demand when you’re allowed to request posters) for knowing the values. So the meetings suck, but there me something to look forward to. Plus all my managers are pretty good natured and most of us have a pretty good relationship, so you get us all in the same room together and things pretty funny.

And then once the meeting is over everyone sticks around to help open, so it goes really fast on these days.

3. I’ve learned my city is weirdly small. One of the TTAs knows my family because his dad is a cop and mine is a correctional officer, and our maintenance guy is dating my cousin so we joke around a bit. The weirdest, though, is my Cafe coworker, M.

We were a year apart at the same high school, but never knew each other. Which isn’t weird, until you consider that one of her friends and current roommate was also friends with the younger sister of one of MY friends, so we kinda knew the periphery of each other’s circles, I guess. So we’ve found out, years later, that we knew a lot of the same people. And yet never met. And then it gets weirder because years later we both went to SacAnime, same year and same season, and STILL never ran into each other, like we’ve somehow always barely missed each other.

BUT IT GETS WEIRDER because one day we found out that our ID numbers are only six numbers apart, and that we both go hired (at DIFFERENT LOCATIONS) in the same month and with our IDs being so close we figured we had to be entered at close to the same time. All this on top of us apparently having a lot of interests in common, liking the same video games and shows and having the same sense of humor and everything. She’s one of my best work friends now.

4. I’m not particularly attached to a lot of our regulars, except for this one couple. I started seeing them every week when I worked Podium, and they started realizing that I was the same person who tore their tickets every time they came in for date night and it happened so often that we’d all start laughing as soon as we saw each other. I guess when I was moved from Floor they were wondering what happened to me, until I started seeing them while I was working Cafe or in Concessions. And every time they see me they ask how I am, and seeing them always makes my shift a little better and cheers me up. I don’t even know their names, but they’re always so nice and I love them.

Alone (e)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one

Chanyeol, where are you?”

You were perched on the edge of a swinging chair on the porch of Chanyeol’s family home, staring down at the waves of soft silk that made up the beautiful gown you were wearing. In ten minutes, you were supposed to be walking down the aisle in the beautifully decorated garden in front of so many guests.

I’m like one minute away babe, stop panicking!” Chanyeol’s voice replied softly in your head, like a warm caress against your cheek. It had been nearly six months since you bonded and yet every time his voice echoed around in your head, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. His effect on you was still so strong.

Rolling your eyes, you pushed off the swing and got to your feet, wobbling a little in the heels you’d been forced into. “You know if you’re late to the wedding, your whole family is going to be queueing up to kill you,” you told him, leaning against one of the pillars to hold yourself up on two feet.

I’m not going to be late,” he insisted quickly in your head and you could imagine the innocent smile that went with it.

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See? We’re Laughing

professional comedian Jared Kleinman x reader

Word count: 1022

Warnings: strong language, verbal fighting, kissing, relationship in shambles, feelings of abandonment, !!! pure sadness !!!

Inspired by Jason Robert Brown’s See I’m Smiling

Her hands held a warm cup of coffee tightly, wishing that they were holding someone’s hand instead. Deflated balloons danced across a hard wood floor as her mother swept them into a trashcan. A familiar feeling of acceptance washed over Y/N, wrapping her up in the realization that her boyfriend had completely missed her birthday party. Sometimes familiarity can be good. It was good when she heard Jared’s familiar laugh or felt Jared’s familiar touch. The familiar feelings of abandonment swirling inside Y/N’s chest, though, wasn’t good at all. She swallowed a mouthful of coffee as she tried to swallow her pride. Having a birthday party at her parent’s house was dumb anyway. She was an adult and she didn’t need to celebrate her birthday but lately she was scrambling for any reason to be with Jared. To see him in person, to hear him say her name, to just be held. Y/N knew she was reaching for something that could no longer be obtained.

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Random Tendou Satori College AU headcanons nobody asked for

~ He always wears Adidas.  He has six different pairs of the same track pants. (you know the ones.) He has the classic Adidas logo t-shirt in several different colors, a jacket, and some shoes.  At first, he didn’t realize how much Adidas stuff he had until Ushijima pointed it out.  (They go to the same university, no one can tell me otherwise.)

~ Satori doesn’t have a roommate, he opted for a single.  He’s currently trying to convince Ushijima to get an apartment with him next year, though.

~ He doesn’t really like to go to parties, there are too many people and he just feels awkward and uncomfortable.  He prefers to drink with a group of close friends in someone’s room or apartment.

~  He works at a coffee shop, and he’s actually a really good barista.  When he’s not working , he’ll sit down at a table and do his school work, and people watch.  Satori is there often, it’s a quirky little place, he fulfills his caffeine fix and gets paid a decent amount.

~ Late at night, when he can’t sleep, he watches soap operas.

~ Isn’t in the volley ball club, but goes to the matches to support his friends.

anonymous asked:

sad Kakashi scenario

I thought this was good, but I don’t know now. 

Originally posted by hatake-k

Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, Kakashi inhaled slowly, taking the deep breath in with the hope of displacing the heavy weight that was had been bearing down on his chest for the last four days. Though he knew that all of his attempts would be in vain, he still tried, well aware that he was going to have to be presentable for at least the next six hours, and the sharp pain in his chest was not going to help him one bit in these following hours. Right then, he was at a point where he wish he had become numb, where he couldn’t feel the heaviness of the reality that he was now living, but he was still very much in a state of shock with every little moment that passed bringing upon a different pain, each worse than the last.

Straightening out his tie, the man worked on his appearance, trying to ignore the fact that his entire world had fallen apart in a matter of mere hours. Everything still felt surreal to him, like he was just stuck in some strange sort of Purgatory where he couldn’t move forward and escape the all these terrible things. Kakashi had run through the last four days over and over and over again, but nothing felt right; nothing felt true. He knew that he hadn’t come to grips with it all just yet, but by the end of the day, he was going to have face everything whether he was ready or not. Still as he stood in front of the mirror, making sure that he looked his best for this funeral, he couldn’t get over the fact…

He couldn’t accept that you had been killed in a car wreck and now he had to carry on and raise your nine year old daughter all by himself.

It didn’t make sense to him. How could everything have gone so wrong in such a short period of time? He remembered seeing you call his phone, though he hadn’t been able to pick it up at the time, but still, you left a voicemail saying you and Karina were coming home and that you would meet him at the house for dinner. You even left the familiar phrase at the end, the one that he was now just learning that he had been taking for granted the last 15 years, “Alrightly, well I’ll see you soon. Remember, I love you, okay?” It all seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, but then, not even twenty minutes later, he got a call from the hospital, saying that both his wife and his daughter had been in a fatal collision and that he needed to come immediately.

The rest of that night was just a complete blur of memories in Kakashi’s mind now. There were bits and pieces that he remembered, but a lot of it just didn’t stay with him; truth be told, he only remembered two main moments from that night. He recalled the doctors handing him Karina, because by some miracle she had only sustained a minor concussion and some various bruising. But in that moment, she didn’t even look like his child; she was completely terrified, clutching onto him for dear life, too afraid to even loosen her grip on her father for more than a second as they waited in the emergency room. She was a far, far different child than the one he had raised and come to know. And then he remembered an exhausted surgeon coming out in the middle of the night and telling him that you didn’t make- that your injuries were too great and your heart couldn’t within stand them or the surgery. They tried to save you, but you were too far gone when you arrived at the hospital, and that they sent their sympathy to him and Karina.

And that was it. That was all Kakashi could recall from the night you died.

Since then, he had played that last voicemail at least a hundred times, just listening to that soft hum of your voice, knowing that there was a gentle smile upon your lips as you spoke it. It used to be a common practice everyday between the two of you, but now that quiet little recording was all he had left of you- and that was something he was just beginning to face.

With a glance to his watch, Kakashi knew that it was time for him and Karina to begin their way to the church. He wanted some time to prepare your daughter for the things she might hear; he knew she was suffering too, and facing a crowd of people offering their condolences was not something was going to help her in her healing, but it was something that had to be done, and so he called out to her, “Karina, sweetheart, where are you?”

Though no answer came.

His daughter had never been the loudest, but Kakashi had noticed that within the last few days she had been especially quiet, only speaking to him, and even when she did, it was soft and short. What was he expecting though? She had just lost her mother, one of the few who had molded her into the child she was. There were many ways to grieve, and maybe Karina’s was just to keep silent, and for the while being, he was going to allow it.

Knowing that his best chance was to go and find her, Kakashi made his way down the hall, which was now illuminated with sunlight as the morning broke through the small windows scattered throughout the home. It brought a warmth into the house that had been missing, and for a moment made him feel as if he wasn’t about to experience one of his hardest day of his entire life, though it did last only a moment. As he walked down the hallway, he remembered that it was you who fell in love with this home, because of this brightness that these little windows delivered into the house, but now it was a memory that he pushed away, not wanting to get caught up in everything right before he had to leave. And so, reaching the back of the house, he took a second to just look out the large glass door and to the porch, where his daughter sat nearly motionless save for a few ginger hand motions. There on her lap was one of the small stray neighborhood cats curled up, relishing in the morning sun and the attention from Karina. There was a part of Kakashi that didn’t want to bother her, knowing that this was as close to normal as she was going to get, but they also needed to be getting ready to go, so he slowly opened the door.

As she heard the door slide, your nine year old looked back to her father, and tried to give a small smile, but one never came.

“How are you?” Kakashi asked, more as a ritual greeting than a question as he came and sat down next to her.

She just shrugged, her frown still evident. Kakashi could tell that she was struggling, but she was also his child, so she was going to hide it as much as she could. Brushing her bangs out of her bloodshot eyes, she spoke up to him, “I’ve got to make sure that she’s fed- we’ve been kinda slacking on her and the others the last couple days, so….” your child trailed off a bit as she glanced back down to the stray in her lap.

“Well, I’m sure the other neighbors are helping them- making sure they’re fed and everything.”

Karina just shook her head for a moment, “I know, but…” she stopped herself, “Mom always said it was our job to make sure they had just a little each day, because we never know if they’ll get another meal, and we can’t let them go hungry…” she spoke, trying to focus on one of the more mundane things about her little life, staying as far away from the reality of everything for a long as she could.

A small smile came upon Kakashi’s face for a moment, seeing his child’s empathy, but as almost everything that morning, it quickly faded as the truth needed to come out. With a glance to her, he did his best to be gentle, “You know it’s about time for us to leave. We have to make sure that we get to the church on time.” the father’s voice was soft, not quite sure on what his daughter’s reaction would be throughout the day.

Though at that moment, Karina didn’t even give him a reaction. She simply fell silent and looked out into the backyard.

Immediately, Kakashi took note of her avoidance, “Baby girl, I know it’s not going to be easy, but…” he faltered, wanting to give her something that would help her through all of this, but not really having an answer.

Still, she said nothing.

“Karina, it’s time.”

Looking away from him, she just shook her head, fighting back tears with every fiber of her being, “No, I don’t want to go, Dad…” she admitted. Letting her hair fall back into her face, she just continued to shake her head, “Please don’t make me go…” she cried out quietly. “I-I don’t want to go to Mom’s funeral. I-I….” she began crying harder, tears beginning roll down her little face and onto her black dress.

Instantly, Kakashi felt his heart break even more than it already been. “Shh, shh, c’mon here,” he offered up gently as he pulled her in close to him and hugged onto her. As he held onto her, he could her breathing quicken and her chest heave as the tears never seemed to stop. Trying to calm her down, he kissed the top of her head, “Karina, I need you to take a deep breath.”

She just continued to shake her head, still very much in denial about the whole thing. “N-no.” she breathed out as she balled her fists in his jacket, “I-If we go,  then that means she’s really gone, and I don’t want her to be gone. I don’t want Mom to be gone; I want her to come home and be with us….” she continued to cry. “I want Mom, I want to change what happen- W-why can’t we change it? W-why couldn’t the doctor’s save her? They saved me, why couldn’t they save her?” the questions just flooded out as the child finally broke.

Almost at tears at this point himself, Kakashi just continued to hold on tight to his daughter, knowing that this right here might have been the hardest moment of everything. “I know you miss her and you just want Mom to come back, but sometimes we don’t get what we want, no matter how much we wish for it. We can’t change what happened, Karina, it’s not how things work…”

Looking up from his chest, she asked a question that finally broke him,“But, but how are we going to live without her, Dad…?”

Frowning, he shook his head as he admitted the truth, “I don’t know yet…” he trailed for a moment, “But, we will, and we’re going to be just fine. I promise, Karina…”  

The Dungeon Masters

(Part 1?)

Basically I noticed a lot of people have been writing the party playing D&D wrong, so as a D&D enthusiast, I decided to write my own.

“A gang of six elves swings down from vines, and they all pull out their shortswords!” Mike cried. Lucas slammed his fist on the table.

“Come on Wheeler!” he fumed. “I’m only at five HP!”

“I’m at three,” El commented, “and we are supposed to be in the forest of the…” She peered over at the spiral notebook Dustin was scribbling in. Her eyes scanned for the name of the creatures.

“Dragwood elves,” Mike finished. “The party’s sworn enemy.”

“God El, why’d you have to get us into this mess?” Lucas complained, grabbing his spell sheet. “We wouldn’t have even come in here if you hadn’t rolled so low on that perception check.”

“Roll initiative,” Mike snapped, “and stop blaming her. This is her first time playing. Ever.”

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This is the first thing I have written and posted in a while. It’s been years since I applied to a college and I will admit I know nothing about the acceptance process or even if a college will offer a scholarship on acceptance like this, but we’re just going to pretend they do…enjoy and please let me know what you think.

She held the envelopes in her hand, five of them in all. One from each of the colleges she had applied to. They had come in the mail over the last week and she had rushed home every day after school so she could be the first person to check the mailbox. The only person that knew was Lucas and this was part of their plan.

Her relationship with Lucas had only gotten stronger over the years of high school and they had decided that they didn’t want to go to different schools in different cities, they wanted to be together for college. Of course, this was bound to upset their parents, but this was something they wanted and since they were both over 18, they felt they could make their own decisions. She and Lucas were both excellent students, two of the top students in their class and hadn’t given their parents any problems. They both worked summer jobs all thru high school, saving whatever money they could and Lucas had always abided by any ridiculous rule her father could come up with. They only real problem Riley could see that they faced was Maya. It was always assumed that she and Maya would attend college together, but in the last few years, Maya had been looking at different art schools around the country and Riley wholeheartedly supported her. It was something they hadn’t discussed since the beginning of senior year, but they needed to have a long talk. Riley had been researching different schools and thinks she found one that was perfect for her.

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Requested by @ deannanovakwinchester 

Warning: violence, kidnapping, torture etc

Summary: The reader is kidnapped and Merlin goes off to find her without Arthur knowing.

A/N: I really like this prompt. I’m trash, bye.

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Baekhyun - Play (II)

Originally posted by parkchny

Playone, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, ?

; i know you’re looking at me, but you’re not looking at me.

meet the heartbreaker himself.

masterlist // get to know me

     Days have gone by since you’ve first met Nana and though it seemed Baekhyun had left you to catch up with her, nothing changed after that. Baekhyun still called you late at night and allowed you to have a spare key to his luxurious apartment. Heartbreak most definitely cured by a few intimate moments with him.

     Sleepless nights where he called you with that sweet voice of his would continue on in a different bed that was as familiar to you as your own. The pillow and sheets had your scent all over it, the soft and teasing perfume you knew Baekhyun liked to inhale in when he placed kisses on your body.

“I’ve missed you,” Baekhyun says as he kisses you.

     Both of you were in bed, naked and tired from the aftermath of great sex. You aren’t surprised when Baekhyun starts to leave ghost like kisses on your face. It soothes you, giving you butterflies in your stomach. Baekhyun continues to kiss you as he sees your heavy eyes start to close.

     Right before he leans in again and you fall into deep sleep, Baekhyun stares at you for a long second. Eyes bearing into your soul with something that wasn’t lust, something indefinable, something you’ve never seen before. At the moment he places his lips, you fall asleep, but you feel his lips against yours moving slowly and sweetly, deadly to your emotion. Sleep is unbeatable as you struggle to stay awake and enjoy this moment. Before you could lose all memories of his meaningful kisses, you taste the faint flavour of his favourite mints.

     He kissed you and not in the way he would when you made love. It was somewhere lost between love and confusion; somewhere Baekhyun may have lost himself just as you had with him.

     Sleep engulfs you whole, erasing the very last thoughts on your mind; what does his kiss mean.

     It was quite unusual to wake up next to Baekhyun after a passionate night. He would often wake up early and head to the gym or just stay somewhere else in his huge apartment.

     He had an angelic and pure aura to him as he slept. It was hard for you to keep your own lips away from his, seeing how adorable he was, but you couldn’t keep yourself away from touching him in some way.

     You move close to him, letting go of the blanket and allowed it to show your naked body.  Baekhyun was sound asleep as you brush away his messy hair from his forehead, his soft brown locks falling through your fingers. You were pushing back his hair away from his face when his hand stops you.

“You know I can’t ever resist a head caress, dear,” Baekhyun says, voice slightly deeper and groggy from sleep.

“I… I just wanted you to sleep well,” you stutter as you see Baekhyun looking at you.

     You were both still naked from last night, but before you brushed his hair back, you uncovered yourself from the blanket, fully exposing your naked body. You immediately grab a blanket and hide your body from him, embarrassed of what he could have seen.

     Baekhyun chuckles, “I’ve seen the whole of you before, babe.”

“Yeah, but not in light,” you tell him, looking away from him.

     There is a silent moment after you speak. He brings his hand towards your chin and faces you towards him. An endearing look on his eyes as he slowly tries to remove the blanket from your body.

“I bet it’ll just make you prettier,” he says, making you drop your hold on the blanket, showing your body to him.

“You don’t ever have to be afraid of me,” Baekhyun whispers, “I’ll love every part of you.” He leans in and kisses you once again like last night. Which one from last night you don’t remember, but the feeling is familiar yet different like as if it was lost in between.

what happened to me // part two

Title: What Happened to Me - Part Two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1162 words

Summary: (Y/N) was known for her resilience, taking on the struggles of her life with ease, until the death of her brother. It caused a shift in her and aggression became a natural instinct. When a boy watches one of her fights in school. He invites her to Champion’s Hall, an underground fight club in New York City. When she starts showing up to school battered and bruised, her old friend Peter gets worried.

Notes: Since part one had nothing to do with Peter, I decided to upload part two immediately after for anyone who does see it and wants to get on to him being involved in all of this.

part one  part three

Originally posted by tomhstories

The next week at school brought a new light to (Y/N)’s life. She didn’t know if she could technically call Foster her friend at this point, but she at least had someone to talk to again. Last year was the downfall of her friendships, more specifically with one person in particular: Peter. Peter Parker was (Y/N)’s best friend since childhood. They grew up in the same apartment building in Queens and their friendship was magic from the start. He was the type of kid that she could spill out her soul to, and nothing she ever said was too much. He did the same to her and they learned things about each other than no one else would ever begin to think of.

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Chapter 2: Running From My Shadows

A/N: Here is the next chapter! I would love to hear from you guys of what you think so far! Any feedback or criticism is welcomed! I just wanted to say thank you for your amazing response so far. It floored me and made me so motivated to continue to write for you all!

I know what it seems like.

That I am running away from my problems and I am; I can honestly admit that.

Lately, I am always running away from the pain, the hurt and the silence looks of pity since the release of the infamous tell all. It is now what I call my home, a familiar state of unwanted questions, disapproving looks and accusations of questionable truth. There is this shadowing grip that keeps pulling me back to these suffocating walls of privilege that I was born into.

No matter how far I run, I cannot escape those shadows that are always reminding me of who I am and who I can never be. These shadows haunting me of how to act, how to live my coursed life of unwanted attention. Yes, it is true that I wished I were someone else and I know what you may think of how ungrateful I am for my life of privilege but you do not walk in my shoes and see what I see.

No matter how far I run, these shadows linger trying to pull me back home, but this time I need a little space. I have forgotten what it is like to live, to laugh, and to be me, Emilia Andelle, not Princess Emilia.

So I ran to a place where no one knows my name. Where I can breathe and escape these shadows of my past, if even for a day.

“GO REBEKAH!” Emilia stood up cheering above the crowd with her protection officers, Tristan and Luke, beside her.

Rebekah was in the lead of a rowing race with less than a minute left in her first competition of the games. The suspense was building as the seconds ticked by slowly. Emilia became quiet, holding her breath in apprehension. Her fingers clenched together tightly in a silent prayer as she bit her bottom lip nervously.

“Come on Becks!” Emilia yelled again. The whole stadium was on their feet cheering on their friends and loved ones as they battled out the last few seconds of the race. If Rebekah made the top three she would advance to the final round for the pursuit of the gold medal.

The buzzer rang loud indicating the end of the race. Emilia jumped proudly squealing with joy and hugging Rebekah’s brother Luke beside her as they cheered loudly for their friend and sister. She had done it; she made it to the final race that would be held the next day.

Emilia watched Rebekah stand up with her arms in the air celebrating her win, looking up around the crowd spotting them applauding her efforts. Emilia’s heart was swelling with pride for her friend as she beamed a wide smile.

No matter what trouble laid ahead of her, Emilia knew she had made the right decision in coming to support Rebekah. Along with her PO’s Tristan and Luke, Emilia left hastily late in the night boarding a commercial red eye flight to London nearly making Rebekah’s first competition.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket as she pulled it out to see her father calling her once again. Emilia let the call go to voicemail like the others before. There was no point in answering, as she knew what it was all about and the only reason he would be calling her was to scold her once again.

Being reminded of the events that had unfolded the day before brought a sense of relief knowing that she was far away from the madness that surely was developing in the wake of her actions. The conversation with her father still lingered in her mind, his words on replay.

Of course she was not like Edward, he would never leave in the middle of the night to a foreign country with a limited protection detail. He was the good sensible twin of the pair and even though they were genetically similar, they had vastly different personalities.

Edward was more of a people pleaser, never questioning his duty to serve the royal family and always did what he was told to. His life as heir to the throne led him down a different path than Emilia all because she had been born three minutes and six seconds after him. As they grew older, they had slowly started to drift apart mainly a forced divide by Emilia herself. Of course she loved her brother, but she could no longer bare the constant blame whenever they were in trouble. Emilia always had received the brunt end of the punishment constantly being her fault, marking her as the troubled twin by the media.

It could not have been further from the truth. Yes at times she delved into her trouble maker side, but the media were bound to make their own version of truths when it came to her image. No matter what she did Emilia found herself being hung out to dry. Even when she pleaded with her brother to take some of the heat, he refused and began to lecture her on the importance of a clean image for the heir. If the two were spotted out drinking and stumbling out of nightclubs, it was Emilia’s persuasion that led the heir astray. At least that’s how the papers wrote it.

The cheers of the crowd pulled her from her plagued mind as she refocused on why she was here. Emilia glanced beside her to see Luke nearly in tears of joy as he proudly watched his sister. Wrapping her arm around the husky built PO who was much like another brother to her, she comforted him.

“She did it Luke!” Emilia beamed proudly along with him. It had been an emotional couple of years for the whole family. Luke and Rebekah’s family, the Balvondio’s, had a long-standing relationship with the Illyrian royal family. For generations they had provided protection for the House of Andelle, passing the duty of service down to their younger generations. Rebekah had been Emilia’s protection officer before Tristan, but when she enlisted in the military Emilia encouraged her to go despite the reluctance from her family.

Rebekah had returned home with injuries from an ambush she had sustained while out on patrol. It was a night Emilia would never forget, being forcibly awakened by Tristan with an urgent phone call that held the details of her friend’s life threatening injuries. It was too painful for her mind to still comprehend so she banished that thought away wanting to focus on the present.

To see her standing there with her arms proudly in the air after all she had been through was a testament to the strength that was within her. It had not been an easy road, one filled with tears, pain and grief as Rebekah came to terms how her life would forever be changed with the loss of her leg.

“Emilia….” Tristan leaned in to whisper. “We should go before they find out…” Emilia’s eyes aligned with his view seeing the cameras flashing away, capturing the moment for the competitors.

Tristan made Emilia promise that they would only watch Rebekah’s events to remain under the radar as a security precaution. One of the reasons she was not able to come here in the first place. A team of two POs in a foreign country was not suitable protection for a princess, but Emilia was going whether they had liked it or not.

It was in her best interest to leave, despite how discreet and careful she was trying to conceal her identity by wearing a hat that shielded her face and casual clothing. Sitting amongst the crowd was another cautious tactic to remain anonymous. Emilia knew if she stayed that the chance of her being identified was greater. All it would take was one person to share on social media that she was here or a simple picture as her face was already splashed across every media outlet thanks to her outburst the previous day.

“That would be best.” Emilia was reluctant to keep her promise, as she wanted to stay and watch more of these inspirational competitors. She understood the feeling of competing for your country having done it in the Olympics as an equestrian rider. But these games were different, they inspired every single person that packed the place to better their lives and that anything was possible if you just set your mind to it.

Regretfully she stood up from her seat and followed Tristan up the stairs.

Harry clapped proudly wearing a wide grin that had been plastered on his face all morning. He could not have been happier with the success and turn out of the games as he scanned the crowd to see people fill the venue. Watching the competitors battle it out in a tight race filled his heart at their dedication and hard work they all shared with one another.

Harry’s RPO Riggs scanned the crowd carefully looking for any potential threat on the prince. If he was being truthful, he did not condone Harry sitting amongst the unknown crowd that made his job more difficult. He understood it was for optics, but the potential for things to go array was a higher probability.

His eyes fell upon a woman sitting between two men that was suspicious in attempting to shield her face whenever the cameras swung in her direction. The men beside her were clearly on guard sitting tensely beside the young women. Narrowing his eyes he kept a close eye watching their interaction for a few moments.

That was when he saw the blonde man beside her lean forward showing his concealed weapon. Riggs glanced back at the woman having a strange feeling that he knew who she was, but simply could not place her identity. Edward Lane Fox, Harry’s private press secretary was seated beside him enthralled in the competition when he noticed Riggs uncharacteristically on high alert staring off into a certain section attentively.

Edward leaned in careful not to worry the prince. “Is there something I should be concerned about Riggs?” He cautiously spoke in a low whisper while clapping his hands.

“That woman over there is with two bodyguards sir. One I am sure has a weapon and she’s trying to hard to conceal her identity…. she looks familiar.” Riggs eyes remained locked on her movements watching the way she carried herself.

Edward followed Riggs gaze as he scanned down the crowd landing on the group he was concerned about. His eyes narrowed further having a sense of the same feeling circulate through him as Riggs. He too could see a slight familiarity of the woman.

His eyes grew wide as the image popped into his mind. Pulling out his phone, Ed searched through to find an article that he remembered reading earlier in the morning. Enlarging the picture he took another glance at the woman further confirming that it was indeed Princess Emilia of Illyria, an unexpected guest.

“Riggs you are right. It’s this woman…” Ed handed Riggs the phone to confirm her identity. Ed’s mind started to soar thinking of the publicity she would give the games. They already had President Obama and the First Lady in attendance, but another royal, especially a well known one to the media would surely cause frenzy.

The woman had stood following the celebration of winners that would advance to the final round. The dark haired woman kept her face planted to the ground following the two men up the stairs. Ed could not seem to understand why the princess was trying so hard in hiding her identity, but he could not waste time in alerting Harry of the matter and capitalizing on the potential coverage.

“Sir.” Edward turned his attention to Harry who gave him a curious look having seen them being too interested in someone a few sections beside them.

“What is it Ed?” Harry’s blue eyes grew wide with concern hoping that everything was going according to plan. He could not afford any mishaps right now at the beginning of the games.

“Princess Emilia is here.” Edward leaned in to inform the prince.

“Emilia?” His brow furrowed in confusion for a second before realizing whom Ed was referring to. “You mean the woman who smashed that paps camera yesterday?” Harry chuckled lightly at her expense having seen the pictures all over the papers.

Damn was she a feisty one. Harry remembered thinking, as he was intrigued that a princess would behave in such a way. His grandmother would surely have his head had he done the same.

“Yes sir. We were not aware that she was to be attending, but she is leaving now and it is best that we welcome her to the games officially. Perhaps get a photo taken of the two of you…” Edward went further on to tell the prince that she was in the midst of leaving and time was of the essence.

It was great publicity for the games to have celebrities and foreign dignitaries present to further put a mark of the games on the world stage. Anything that would help promote them Harry was willing to do even if it meant to allow the press more access to him than he particularly liked. After all the hard work he spent into developing them, he wanted it to be a success for the competitors.

Rising from his seat he climbed the steps in hopes to intercept her before leaving. It had been the winter after Harry’s mothers passing since the last time he had seen Princess Emilia. That year had been a blur for the prince, but he remembered her icy blue eyes peaking around her mother’s dress staring at him. No one would ever be able to forget the depths of those blues if they ever came in contact with them.

Emilia’s POV

Tristan guided her through the dense crowd, thankful that they left before everyone had started their departure making it easier for them to navigate through to their exit. Emilia took off her hat feeling safe enough that no one had been able to identify her as of yet.  Sighing with relief her lips spread wide into a smile thinking that in a few minutes she would be able to see Rebekah and congratulate her on the job well done.

Emilia was caught up in her mind when she nearly ran into Tristan’s back not noticing that he had stopped. Placing her hand on his back she caught her own fall mumbling quiet profanities as she regained her balance.

“May I speak with Princess Emilia.” A posh British voice commanded.

Gasping at the mention of her name she closed her eyes briefly hoping that she was not caught. Taking a moment to decide her action Emilia head lifted from the ground slowly to find the source of the voice. A set of crystal blue eyes were starring back at her as they held her gaze.

“Ma’am?” Tristan formally questioned her from in front knowing she had wanted to leave a quick as possible to not be detected.

Prince Henry was starring back at her with a charming smile placed delicately on his lips. He was the founder of the Invictus Games, a fact that put Emilia in a tough spot. If he knew she was here supporting Rebekah he would surely cause more trouble than good for her.

Emilia was caught in a locked gaze with the man, not hearing Tristan’s question. It was like no else around them mattered as their gaze was held hostage by an unknown force. Emilia was stunned unable to respond to Tristan.

Swallowing a lump in her throat Emilia knew she had to speak with the prince but wanted to keep it as short as possible. “Yes. It’s ok Tristan.” The prince had caught her off guard with his deep stare that seemed to lock her under a spell.

Emilia stepped around Tristan finding herself a mere few feet away from Henry.
“Your highness.” Emilia turned on her charm offering him fake endearing smile before sticking out her hand to greet him.

Harry’s hand wrapped around hers, shaking it firmly sending waves of shocks up her arm at his simple touch. Emilia forced herself to look away from the prince in an attempt to regain her composure. Get yourself together you idiot!

“I was not aware that you were attending the games Princess. I wanted to offer you the royal box, I am sure it is better than your seats.” His voice sent chills up her spine to the base of her neck. Emilia inwardly groaned at the prince’s deep voice that was clearly enthralling her back into his gripping charm.

Finding the courage to glance back up at him she was met with those same blue eyes. Her knees felt that they were going to give out beneath. Get a grip Emilia.

Pursing her lips together she took a moment to formulate her words not knowing how to respond. It was a mix of the prince’s voice and that of her own will to keep her visit discreet that sourced a debate within her. If she did not accept the prince’s invitation it would come across as rude, but on the other hand her visit would be surely exposed. Emilia needed to find a compromise or a valid explanation.

Harry sensed her apprehension in the wake of his question. She pursed her succulent lips together in a hard line as she struggled to answer him.

Emilia glanced past the prince noticing his team behind him staring at her intently waiting for her reply. She needed to explain to Harry why she was about to refuse him, but she wanted to do so in private.

Gently grabbing his arm she locked eyes with him. “May we talk more in private.” Emilia guided him over to the railing above a section of empty seats away from their teams.

“I cannot accept that Henry…” Emilia lifted her head slowly to see the prince’s reaction. “I am here unofficially and I want to keep it that way.” She pleaded with him in hopes he would understand.

“Then why are you here?” He took a step back defensively indicating his thoughts on the matter as he questioned her motives.

She was taken back by his brash inquiry. “For a friend.” Emilia informed him with narrowed eyes making the prince’s brow furrow in disbelief.

“A friend?” Harry questioned her curiously as she nodded her response.

“Would you like for me to repeat it another time so you can understand it?” Emilia angrily spat out the words with instant regret once they left her lips.

Harry tossed his head back with laughter to her response being slightly caught off guard. Who is this woman? She doesn’t take shit from anyone. A part within him stirred with curiosity, a craving for more information about Princess Emilia.

The prince took a step forward wanting to see if he could push her buttons again. He found it refreshing compared to the careful thought out responses of those he met. Emilia was unbridled and her true self no matter whom she was with. She did not hide behind a masked image like so many in her position.

Emilia’s eyebrow rose suggestively at his forward action. “What are you doing?” She whispered trying to find his intent.

“Trying to figure out why a woman came all this way here to ‘support a friend’ despite all the trouble she had found herself in the previous day. This woman had to have realized that coming to such a public venue would surely put her in the path of being in the papers again after said scandal. Or were you planning on smashing all the cameras here too Princess?” Harry barked a laugh at her ridiculousness. “Even that hat will not help you…” he pointed towards the one she held in her hand before continuing his teasing.

The prince’s laughter quickly subsided seeing Emilia’s expression diminish. His gaze softened realizing what he had said to her. Harry watched her lower her head in embarrassment a sign that made it clear to him that he had indeed put his foot in his mouth.

Everyone here knew… Emilia was trapped again in her mind reliving the moments of yesterday. She was foolish to think that if she came here she would be able to be herself. Harry was right, what was she even thinking?

“I’m sorry Princess.”  He apologized profusely knowing it was not his place to question her.

“Please stop calling me that.” Emilia snapped at him coldly. Was he intentionally trying to get her caught?

“I- I’m sorry, but I am trying to keep a low profile your highness so I cannot accept your offer no matter how ridiculous you think I am. Now it is best that I leave before someone notices you speaking to me or before I go smashing all those cameras.” The princess replied with a snide condescending remark hoping that it would end the prince’s interest in her presence.

Emilia turned on her heel taking a step back towards Tristan when she felt a big hand wrap around her arm gently. Her head turned back over her shoulder to see Harry starring at her apologetically.

“I am sorry Emilia.” He shared an understanding look with her. “There is a service exit down at the base of the stairs you can use whenever you want. My offer still remains at anytime you wish to accept it.” Harry’s had lingered for far too long causing her breathing to become erratic at his simple touch. What was happening to her? What is he doing to me? Emilia shook that thought out of her head.

Prince Harry released her arm letting it fall to her side. He took another step toward her, closing in their proximity to each other. Emilia needed to get out of there and now. It was like she had no control over her mind and body, a foreign invader had commandeered it.

“It would be an honor to have you publically support these soldiers, I know they would appreciate it.” His lips spread wide in an endearing smile.

“They don’t need someone like me…” Emilia whispered softly to the prince taking one last stolen glance up at him. Their eyes connected and for a second the prince saw her unguarded vulnerability. Harry knew what she was referring to and he wanted to reassure that it was not the case.

Before Harry could stop her departure she was gone out of his grasp following in behind her POs. Harry watched her carefully, her last words still lingering in his mind knowing what she was referring to. He was simply puzzled, unsure of their whole conversation that formed a spark of curiosity. Harry needed to learn more about this firecracker of a woman that intrigued him.

Emilia looked back over her shoulder at him as she paused in her steps as if she wanted to say something else to him. Her lips parted in an attempt to speak, but she shook her head deciding it was better left unsaid.

Emilia ran down the steps following her RPOs out of the venue.

“Emilia!” Tristan knocked on her door impatiently.

She had already been up for a few minutes, but chose to stay in her cozy warm bed a while longer. “WHAT?!” Emilia hollered through the door at him.

“Are you decent?”

“Maybe.” She giggled knowing that her answer would drive him crazy.

The doorknob jiggled as the door flew open. Tristan stood in the doorway with an angry look.

“You promised that we would be careful here Emilia.” His tone was serious and low. Emilia only saw this side of him when she was definitely in his bad books.

Sitting up in bed she looked at him with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“This!” Tristan walked over tossing his phone on the bed.

Emilia grabbed it in a hurry wondering why he had become so upset with her. Her hand flew to her mouth covering her gasp.

A picture of her talking with Prince Harry had been taken yesterday during their conversation was splashed across his phone with the heading…  Princess Emilia was unexpectingly spotted at the Invictus Games? Is this a publicity stunt or is she really here for the right reasons?

“No no no!” Emilia shook her head in disbelief. The prince surely had something to do with this. His persistence led her to believe that he had been a part of this. Harry must have known that if her identity were leaked she would have no choice in not supporting the games publicly.

How could he does this to her?

Emilia glanced up at Tristan with anger-fueled eyes. “Get me Prince Harry NOW!!!”