#I love that fool but if he were my boyfriend/husband he would drive me mad

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Shoutout to that one single time Prince Josua wanted was in need to initiate SEXY-TIMES but Vorzheva was playing hard-to-get :D

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Her Majesty || 19

Aces and Spades

Smut Warning

May

Three times every Summer, the grounds of Buckingham Palace are awash with scones and fascinators as the Queen hosts her annual garden parties. The events recognise those in public service — so guests include charities, organisations, and the civil service. As Queen, this is now MY garden party.

Just under a year ago, my father was hosting this identical garden party in debut to telling everyone who my boyfriend and soon to be husband was. Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned, nor did the series of unfortunate events that followed suit.

Today, there's a distinctive atmosphere to the event. It isn't as articulated and controlled. Today it's an event that doesn't bother me as much as it worries Harry. He despises events held at the Palace because it implies there's constantly a flow of people in and out of the grounds. The garden parties customarily host around eight thousand guests, but today we have a little extra. Harry has been operating nonstop doing his dues for the Palace, revising plans with Matthew and specific insurrections for today in case of emergency.

I wander the grounds, viewing as the staff hustle around in an attempt to make sure the settings are immaculate. Finally, the tents are up, the flower arrangements are in sequence, and all that is left is for the food and little things to be settled into place. I beam as the crew pass me, their hands abundant with an array of various items. They do deserve so much acknowledgement for these functions. Without the team, these events wouldn't transpire. They indeed are the masterminds behind it all.

I have not possessed substantial control over the garden party. I know my mother habitually plans the event for my Father, but my mother had no desire to plan the event to the extent she usually does due to circumstances. I enabled the staff to plan the event and have most of the say with all decorations and foods. The only thing I requested was for my father’s chosen flower to be the tables' centrepieces. He always loved blue orchids, so did I, but that is one of the flowers not grown in the gardens. Perhaps the reason for him not desiring orchids in the gardens is because, in Victorian-era England, the orchid was a symbol of luxury and decadence— My father never threw around his luxuries, he never overstepped and became entitled or snobby, he stayed humble throughout his life as a royal. The colour blue is associated with peace and tranquillity, something that my father did not observe towards the end of his life. I believe orchids to be elegant of all colours, no matter their meaning or their status of luxury or wealth.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" I discover a bass voice question. Without a second thought, I turn on my heel to recognise a gentleman carrying boxes stacked higher than he can view.

I take the top box from him, allowing him the ability to meet my gaze. The man has voyager-blue eyes that are as clear as a fresh pond. Although they are vibrant and clear, something about him is cloudy, something I can't quite put my finger down on. His eyes are beautiful, but I can't ignore the unsettling feeling he leaves me with when he makes eye contact with me.

"Oh, my, your highness, I am so sorry," the man begins to apologise profoundly.

I draw my gaze from his eyes, scared I have spent too much time staring into the eyes of a man who has a front that I cannot figure out. Staring into the eyes of someone can lure you deeper into a pit you don't always want to be in. "Don't mention it," I shake my head, staring at the rest of his figure for a moment, attempting to grasp where he's from. He appears familiar, but I'm not sure what about him is drawing my curiosity.

"I'm trying to get these insides before they dry out."

"What are they?" I question, beginning to walk back towards the palace doors.

"Flower centrepieces for the tables," I'm informed.

I gawk at the man and nod my head, my emotions wanting to take grasp of me, but I halt them in their track. This is a felicitous day; there is no room for tears or sad emotions. In my hands, I hold the orchids that I insisted on, and for a brief moment, I don’t feel alone in the royal world. I feel the sense of tranquillity and peace wash over me. I don’t think my Father ever intended for things to pan out the way they have; he had no intentions of surrendering me into this world of monarchy distress. It happened, and I can do this.

We reach the palace doors, and I slide my finger over the thump print. I shift the large, gold-lined door, enabling the man to wander into the Palace before me. "Thank you. You can place it right here. I'll come back for the box."

"Do you know where you're going?" I raise a brow, unsure how this poor man will discover his way around the Palace. Sometimes I still get lost roaming the Palace grounds. This place is like a horrible maze to newcomers.

"Uh, well, no. I don't believe your highness should be carrying boxes. So I figured I'd get inside and wait for someone to help me."

I lift my shoulders into a shrug. Carrying a box or two isn't going to kill me. "Excuse me," I seize the awareness of one of the manor staff affiliates, "Would you mind showing this gentleman where he needs to go? He has the centrepieces for the tables."

"Certainly," The staff member nods, taking the box from my hands.

I leave the two of them to figure things out, making my way back upstairs to my room.

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The trek to my room is reserved and tranquil, something that is quite surprising. I expected to run into Madeleine or Louis attempting to sneak around the Palace in an attempt to keep their relationship ambiguous. I know what is going on between them, so does Harry, but the two of them act as though they are smug for trying to keep their relationship quiet. I think the award for best relationship honoured quiet is mine and Harry's. We did manage to fool my parents and the monarch.

I travel down the long-drawn hallways adorned with various paintings and decorations, the man, however, in my thoughts and driving me bonkers. Perhaps it was the eyes, but I want to know more. I am intrigued; I crave to learn who he is.

Is he a florist?

Is he attending the event?

What is his name?

I shake my obsessive thoughts away as I find myself at my door. I unlock the door with ease and step into my quiet room, just as equally bewildered. I suspected my room to be bustling with staff striving to shove me into a dress and get my hair done. Instead, I regard Harry on our bed with the covers draped over half his body and no staff in my room.

This is a first.

"Did I wake you?" I challenge, noticing him move insignificantly between the soft sheets, the rays of the sun peeking through the sheer curtains, forcing their way through the crack of the blackout curtains.

"Mm, no, been awake for a few minutes," Harry responds tiredly and with a soft voice.

"Oh, I was just downstairs looking at the setup."

"I know," Harry responds, his hand gesturing towards his phone. "I can see the cameras from my phone. Just wish you wouldn't stand in the blind spots every bloody time," Harry softly snickers.

I roll my eyes as I shift the heavy, red curtains to each side to induce light into the room before I shuffle closer to the wrack of clothes that were left in my room last night for me to go through. I have seven dresses I can choose from to wear today, all of which have been pre-approved by my mother already. Even as Queen, I have to have my attire pre-approved by her. I don't think I'll ever be able to wear what I want without approval, no matter how long I reign. "Shouldn't you already be with Matthew?" I challenge, shocked Harry is still in bed at this hour.

Harry shakes his head, not bothering to move in the bed as I gaze at each dress, taking them off the wrack and holding them up. "No, I was allowed to sleep in," Harry responds.

"Which dress?" I turn around, holding up two dresses that I can’t decide on.

One is The Reiss Peacock dress with lace and cording embroidery detailing on the bodice, a wide neckline and a heavily lined, full skirt. The second dress is a red and white Alexander McQueen dress, with a knee-length skirt and slim-fit sleeves with white cuffs.

Harry moves insignificantly in the bed, the sheets sounding with each slight movement. Harry grimaces as he relaxes upon his forearms to get a better glimpse.

"The lace," Harry answers with a petite smile, "Swear your mother picks the most horrid dresses sometimes," Harry continues, relating to the green gown at the end of the wrack that I didn’t touch.

My mother has a way of trying to dress me up to par with royal protocol. I do my best to stick to the protocol without looking like I am in my sixties.

I am not entirely convinced that the only reason Harry is in bed is that he got the morning off. It is rare for him to still. be in bed, for the most part, on his day's off, he gets up and starts moving. Something about him doesn't seem quite right. Perhaps I am reading into things a little too much, but I feel uneasy when I shouldn't. Harry doesn't just take days off or stay in bed unless there is a reason for it. Sometimes it is to keep me occupied while protocol takes place, sometimes it is because he has worked too many hours and legally has to stand down, and other times, on that very off chance, it is because something isn't right with him.

"I can see you're stressing already. Relax."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Harry sighs and nods his head, "Yes, I'm a bit tired, that is all, I promise." ... "Your mother said I was to attend as a husband today. I never knew marrying you would entail your mother controlling my work schedule." Harry informs me, "I am not mad, just amused. She won't do this often, will she?"

I shrug my shoulders in response. I am not sure why my mother decided to inform Harry that today was an event as a husband. I am confident she has some purpose. I can only imagine she is delighted to show him off as her son-in-law to the several people who do know. Perhaps she intends to show the world that we are together, I am not quite sure. I frankly do not want the media and the people to draw much attention to us. I know the balcony from the night of my coronation has people talking, but I don't want the spotlight on us or myself. I don't want the spotlight at all.

My door opens, and my ladies-in-waiting unobtrusively walk in, smiles adored across their lips and bright eyes as they notice the dress I have chosen. I don't know how they appreciate the process of getting me ready and looking like a royal, I am over it, so I assume they would be too. From the anticipated expression on their faces, it is safe to say they relish this a lot more than I do.

"I am going to get for a walk or maybe get coffee, enjoy whatever you lot do," Harry gestures around us as my hair is already being touched and hairstyles discussed. Harry kisses my cheek and promptly leaves, allowing me to be forced into a chair.

The ladies assist me with getting prepared, making sure my hair, makeup, and attire match perfectly. They smile happily with each moment, asking questions to help prepare me for any sort of conversations that may take place. They enjoy the questions and keep me occupied so that I don't freak myself out. I chuckle and roll my eyes as Eleanor exposes the glass boxes that contain jewellery pieces. "She wants to wear a tiara," Harry pipes up, ultimately making himself known in the room after his coffee walk.

I raise a brow and shake my head, "No," I mouth to Eleanor.

"The sapphire one that I like." Harry presses.

"The Dubai Looped Sapphire Demi-Parure?" Eleanor challenges with a raised brow as we all glance at him. He doesn't typically comment when the ladies are around. He tends to let them do their job and choose for me unless otherwise specified.

Harry nods his head and steps closer to me, placing a warm cup in my hand, the scent of tea filling my senses. This man always knows when to bring me what beverage.

"I will have Matthew get it from the vault with the earrings," Eleanor smiles, and I nod my head. "Now for the dress," Eleanor gestures towards the dress that I picked out.

Eleanor helps me into the dress; it doesn't take much assistance, unlike some of the ball gowns I have had to wear in the past. This dress is quite simple and slips on perfectly. The only issue is the buttons down the back.

I glance over and view Harry once again grimacing as he stretches his shirt around to draw the sleeve up to his arm. Then, finally, he catches my stare and softly grins, "You look lovely," he compliments me as Eleanor proceeds to button up my dress from the back, tightening it with every moment.

"You look like you're in pain."

"Just a little sore, it's normal," Harry shakes his head, "Plus, this suit is not my usual look. It's not black." Harry half-smiles, attempting to hide the pain laced in his eyes.

Harry is notorious for wearing the same damn suit. I don't know why he wears the same one, he can afford to buy different suits, but he doesn't. I think he has duplicates of the same suit, to be honest. The man can afford to buy horses and have a nice car, but the man will not buy a different suit. He won't even change the colours. He is a simple man; a straight black and white suit is more than enough for him. I am surprised I got him to wear suspenders on our wedding day.

"Well, your hardcore black and white suit isn't going to cut it for today's event. Get over it."

"Feisty," Harry chuckles, "What am I meant to do? I am prepared as security, not a husband, so I need some pointers," Harry reminds me of the fact that he has not been introduced into the royal world as more than his career. He only understands how to act as my security detail. "Do I curtsey? Do I act posh? Do I carry one of those umbrella things around?" Harry questions. He is spiralling. The man who isn't frightened of much is somewhat panicking over how to present himself in the royal world.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Next, you're going to ask if you have to play polo."

"Well, if I do, I cannot, "... "Not only am I god awful, I can't play with my shoulder."

I roll my eyes as Harry works to arrange his tie, "Just act like you."

"The royal's do not want to see me as an asshole who will call a level four protocol if I seem fit."

"Harry," I breathe.

Harry huffs and shakes his head, "I like this better as security."

"Just stay with me, talk to people and try to enjoy yourself."

"There are thousands of people on the grounds. I cannot enjoy myself." Harry is in security mode and not husband mode. It doesn't matter how many people are on the grounds. It isn't his problem.

I restrain myself from glaring at him and huffing. Instead, I offer him a small smile to conceal my frustration, "Are you going to be a grumpy ass all day?"

"I am sorry," Harry sighs, "I will do my best."

I walk away from Eleanor and step to Harry, taking his suit jacket from his hand, "Allow me," I instruct, moving behind him and helping him put the jacket on without having to move his shoulder too much. I know he is in more pain than he leads on. I know he struggles daily with his shoulder; it seems to be getting worse.

Harry turns around and nods his head, "Thank you," he kisses my cheek.

"You should get your shoulder checked out again."

"When I have time," Harry responds, dismissing the conversation and stepping away from me instantly.

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The Palace is bustling with staff hurrying to get last-minute things under control, and the rest of us in the Palace are getting ready, more so the ladies adding any last-minute touches to things. For once, I am ready early and without restraints. I am not hurrying to find pantyhose or trying to find ways to see Harry before we are whisked away for a day apart.

I escort down the endless hallway, my heels silenced under the red carpet that has been rolled out for today's occasion. God forbid if this marble floor is scratched by anyone who cannot walk in heels.

When I recognise Harry walking in my direction, I smile to myself, his physique adorned with the navy blue suit he left my room in. He is dashing with a rascal's smile, and his hair is a casual jumble but mostly neat and flowing. Harry prowls typically around with a lion-like power when walking the halls, but today he eases about the hallways with grace, seeming more relaxed and not so dominant.

As he steps closer, Harry’s eyes are a-twinkle with the ‘Joie de vivre’ as he graces me with a confident smile.

I grasp Harry's hand and sway us away from the hallways leading to the event of people commencing to assemble outside in the gardens. I drag us into a hidden passageway with no warning.

"Why are we here?" Harry questions, confused as he locks the door behind him. “I didn’t call a protocol,” Harry informs me.

I lean up and kiss him fearlessly, wasting no time with my intentions.

"Anna," he draws away, gazing at me with bewildered eyes.

"Harry, I'm in a dress," I point out the obvious, motioning towards the white dress that caresses my body in the superfluous yet modest way.

Harry nods, "And you look lovely."

"I'm in a dress, so please, for the love of God, give me attention," I breathe out, "Give me you," I demand, causing him to raise a brow. "We have a few minutes." I remind Harry that we still have time before we need to make our entrance into the garden and begin mingling with people who have been invited.

"Right here?" He is shocked as he gestures around the passageway I have drawn him into without any sort of warning.

Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do. There is nowhere else that we will be adorned with privacy. My room is clustered with the staff cleaning up and taking out the dresses I did not choose, the team are all around the palace, and I am sure security has every damn camera working and being watched intently.

"Any other time and place we are interrupted, right here, right now," I confirm. “There are no cameras, no staff, no interruptions.”

Harry stands in front of me, blinking owlishly. I sigh and shake my head before moving to the side, my hand reaching for the door we entered from.

He isn’t interested.

Abruptly, he seizes me and pushes me against the wall. My back hits the wall as one hand cups my neck and the other rushes to my hip, leaving very little space between us. His lips waste no time with leaving rained kisses on my exposed skin, butterflies in my stomach soaring with every luscious kiss settled to my skin.

He caresses my shoulder and bequeaths a trail of kisses leading to my collar bone, my fevered skin shivering at each moment his raspberry-red lips leave their mark. I tilt my head to the side as he advances to kiss the slender skin column of my neck, producing a meagre exhale to escape my lips.

Finally.

He urges his body closer to mine, and my breath hitches in my throat while he bites my neck mildly, just enough to enthral me. My chest rises up and down, and I sense his breath brush my skin with every moment that transpires. He takes bold possession of my lips, kissing me vigorously and passionately with his sumptuous, sensuous and velour soft lips that drip with honey. My hands' haste to Harry's physique, which deserves to be on statues, chiselled by the greatest artists. My leg encloses around his body to draw him closer, a wild desire and yearning taking power. His hand drifts to cup my boob, my body continuing to advance into his as tongues slip and surge in superfluous movements.

He takes his palm and glides it up to my inner thigh, my dress being of no concern to him. He takes his time, welcoming every inch of my inner thigh that he can, feeling every inch like a map for him to follow. Finally, he discovers the lace beneath my dress, and my palms clutch his shoulders. He glides a finger across the lace, my leg wrapping tighter around him while the other holds me up, keening anticipation humming through my veins.

I draw away from our kiss and let out a breath, my chest rising rapidly as he teases me with extremely light glides across the lace. "How much do you want this?" Harry challenges with a soft voice and a grin on his face. "Because I don't think you want this enough."

"I need you, now," I murmur, my fingers burrowing into his shirt while he brushes his finger over the lace of my underwear.

"You sure?" … “Tell me how much you need me,” Harry instructs, gradually positioning himself on his knees and thoroughly pressing his hand to the back of my thigh.

“Don’t do this,” I whine as he begins to kiss my skin, slowly making his way up my thigh.

Harry gently squeezes his hand on the back of my inner thigh and leaves a few more sweet kisses on my skin. I tilt my head back, my mouth allowing a small groan to escape as I am enthralled with him getting closer and closer to where I want him.

“I’m still waiting,” Harry responds, his breath tapping my skin, driving me crazier.

"Harry, just put me out of my misery and—"I begin, frustrated with him, but my words trail off as he slides the lace to the side, ever so nonchalantly.

"And?" Harry questions, standing back to his feet, his hand pressed to the lace band of my underwear, tampering with my sanity.

"And do what you do best. Why do you make this so fucking frustrating you're—, oh," I trail off the moment he graces me with his presence and slides a finger inside me, shutting me up instantly. I tilt my head back and softly moan.

“Is that what you wanted?" He grins cockily, working his fingers in a circular motion, causing me to want more and more of his breathtaking movements.

“Don’t stop.”

Delighted with excited anticipation, he slides in another finger, my toes curling within my heeled stilettos, my hand clutching fistfuls of his shirt, my body focusing on the sensation he’s dominantly advancing, his fingers twisting in a circular motion. My eyes narrow to half-mast, my head is tilting back, my nails digging into his shirt as he continues to grin.

Harry chuckles quietly as I begin to dance my hands along with the band of his pants, hinting at what I want next.

“Gettin’ ahead of yourself already,” Harry grins, “I’m not done,” He continues, catching me off guard as he slows his circular motions and lowers himself back down to his knees. He rides my dress up and grasps the back of my thighs, kissing his way up my thighs. My fingers press his shoulders while my other hand holds my dress. He bites gently on my inner thigh, a small chuckle escaping his lips before I go weak at my knees, enthralled by the motions of his tongue.

His hands squeeze the back of my thigh harder, in turn, my fingers squeezing his shoulders as my legs begin to quiver. I feel the rushing, narcotic power building in my body, “Harry,” I moan his name, fighting the power and squirming as he gets closer and closer to finding the exact spot I have been demanding.

I feel the building pressure, the climax coming at me in digging waves, but Harry stops. He stands to his feet, and I go to protest, but I’m stopped the moment he unbuttons his pants, thrilling me further and entering slowly. His hand presses against the wall, and we work together, at first going slow before he gradually inclines his thrusts, my hips moving to work with his.

My eyes roll to half-mast as my residence is broken and my body weakens, entirely falling into him with pleasure.

I catch my breath as he holds me up, my nails removing from their emended position on his shoulders.

I give him a smile as my dress falls back to its original length and my leg unwraps from around him. He holds me tighter, my legs shaking even further.

"You okay?" He breathes, pressing me back against the wall while holding me securely.

I nod, “Just for future reference; I’ll be getting you back for demanding praise before pleasure.”

Harry shrugs as he drops his arm from me and begins to adjust himself and his pants. “You dragged me in here.”

“If I had to wait for you to drag me in here, we’d never get anywhere.”

“I’m sorry I prefer to pleasure you in complete privacy.”

“Up your game, Styles,” I smile, adjusting my dress.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I look forward to your revenge, darling.” Harry winks as he cocks his head and looks me up and down, “Your quivering legs say you’re satisfied.”

“Very,” I nod, “Next time, it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

Harry grins and agrees, “Revenge and all.” ... "You have an event, Queen," Harry winks, gesturing to the door, reminding me of my other duties.

Harry's POV

When I woke up this morning, I had not intended for the events of the morning to go as they have. I didn't anticipate Anastasia to drag me to the royal office right before the garden party to take care of business. Then again, I didn't expect her to lure me into a passageway and demand I please her, not that I'm complaining by any means. Intercourse is infrequent these days. Finding alone time is like attempting to find a pot of fucking gold.

I stand in front of her, waiting for answers, just as Pippa and her mother do as well. My mother in law steps closer to me, "What is going on?" she questions, and I shrug my shoulders.

"No clue," I whisper.

"It is rude to whisper," Pippa remarks, causing me to cock my head to the side and glared at her.

Before I can speak, my mother-in-law speaks for me, "Nobody asked your opinion," she mutters.

"The only way to become KingKing is to inherit the title; I hereby change the ruling. If any Queen wishes to title her husband as KingKing, she can do so on the conditions she rules the majority of the monarch, and they can co-monarch successfully. I am still higher ranked than him." Anastasia states, signing her name effortlessly across a piece of paper, taking all of us by surprise.

I watch as Anastasia signs a warrant authorising the preparation of the letters patent and approving the draft text of the letters patent. "What? Anna… What?" I utter, confused as to what is happening as Anna hands me the letter that will be written in ceremonial calligraphy on vellum in the next few hours.

"You cannot be serious, Her Majesty," Pippa laboriously huffs.

I am not sure how any of this affects Pippa. It isn't like I do anything to bother her.

"I am changing your title," Anna responds, glancing towards her mother and Pippa, who have witnessed the moment, "Any objections?" Anastasia raises a brow, narrowing her eyes towards Pippa.

Pippa shifts her weight from foot to foot, evidently troubled with Anastasia's smartass remarks and comments. Pippa shakes her head, and I take a moment to glance down and read what Anastasia is ordering.

In the name and on the behalf of Her Majesty.

Anastasia Annette Leanor, Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Queen Defender of the Faith etc. To all to whom these Presents shall come greeting: Our Will and Pleasure is, and we do hereby declare and ordain, that from and after the date of this warrant, Harry Styles, shall be styled, entitled and called "His Royal Highness, King of the United Kingdom," before his name and such Titles and appellations, which to Him now do, or at any time hereafter may belong or appertain, in all Deeds, Records, Instruments or Documents whatsoever, wherein He may at any time hereafter be named or described. And We do hereby authorise and empower the said Harry Styles henceforth and at all times to assume and use and be called and named by the style title and appellation of "His Royal Highness" accordingly.

Given at Our Court at Buckingham Palace the Fifteenth Day of April 2022.

I place the paper down on the desk, "Anna, Are you sure about this? I don't know about all this," I gesture, unsure of what to do or how to act.

I don't want this at the expense of pissing Pippa off.

"Yeah, I am unsure too," Pippa steps closer to the desk.

"Nobody asked your opinion, and this has nothing to do with the Priminsiter. Why is she here?" I cross my arms over my chest.

This woman is a pain in my ass.

"I think I liked you better as a security detail."

"Yeah, well, I liked you better when you weren't up my ass and pissing me off all the time."

"That is no way to speak to a parliament member," Pippa responds.

"Parliament can kiss my royal ass," I respond, "I believe this is a conversation between my wife and me, so please, respectfully, shut up," I smile through my teeth, trying my hardest not to be an outright asshole to her, but my patience is thin right now.

I look back towards Anastasia and Anna stands from her position at her desk, "I am sure, we have a garden party to attend," Anastasia smiles before she steps towards me and kisses my cheek, "Are you escorting me or are you going to argue Pippa?"

"Do I get a say in this?" I softly challenge.

Anna shakes her head, "No, take it," Anastasia responds, her eyes narrowing down on me, indicating that I need to shut my mouth and let her do what she is doing. Perhaps there is a method to her madness, or maybe she wants to give me the damn title, either way, I will stand by her, even if it means I become a fucking King, formally,

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For the first time, I trail Anastasia's lead, doing my amplest to empower myself to be in the moment and not destroy things by being her security detail. I try my best not to keep track of the number of people in the gardens or that with every second that passes, there's an extra set of eyes on Anastasia.

Matthew is in charge of keeping Anastasia safe in the event of some catastrophe, and Oliver is in charge of keeping me safe. Quite frankly, as her husband or not, I do not care about myself in situations; my main focus is her not just because it is my profession but because she is the woman I love. Therefore, I will put my life on the line for her no matter the circumstances.

"Eaglette, any threats?" I softly question Oliver as Anastasia is occupied with one of the other Princess' that have appeared.

Oliver clears his throat and steps closer to me from behind, "Will she fire me if I tell you?" Oliver whispers, and I can't help but laugh. Anastasia and Princess Charlotte view me with raised brows, and I begin to softly cough into my hand, proposing to divert the attention.

"No, Oliver, she will not fire you. Give me the rundown," I instruct, moving to the left so he can stand beside me.

I begin to glance around, exercising close surveillance of the physiques around us. "One woman was denied entry, and that is all. Nothing dangerous or threatening."

"Who has their eyes on her mother?" I question, unable to locate Anastasia's mother where I am.

"She is sitting under the tent with her lady-in-waiting. She will not be moving. Everything is running smoothly."

I nod my head and march towards Anastasia, joining her conversation.

I feel out of place. I feel as though I should be standing with Matthew or Oliver. I shouldn't be participating in the events as more than security detail. My marriage to Anna doesn't modify my stance on things. I don't want to be known as the man who abruptly gains a title and completely changes; I am no better than anyone else and don't like the idea of being more than just security. Most people would love to have some sort of title. I don't.

I excuse myself from Anna and walk away, leaving the crowd of minglers for Oliver to handle. These events have always bothered me, not just from a relationship stance but from a security detail stance. It is rattling my nerves not being in the loop and knowing where everyone is or who is here. Matthew didn't want me a part of today's service, as requested by my mother-in-law but not knowing makes me want to panic. I weave in and out of the gardens, well aware of Matthew's sneaky path, and I eventually locate him.

I offer him a grin, and he shakes his head, "What do you want? You're off duty."

"Can I please just have my in-ear? It would give me peace of mind," I ask politely.

Matthew rolls his eyes and shoves his hand into his pocket, "I figured you'd ask," Matthew chuckles, "Can't help yourself, can you?"

I lift my shoulders into a shrug and take my in-ear from him, "Makes me nervous not knowing."

"I understand, but if Anastasia sees you being her detail, she is going to get upset with you. She wants her husband."

"Yeah, well, her husband is struggling with this… What the fuck am I meant to do? I don't know these people." I question, needing some sort of advice. "Do I curtsey?"

I am the kind of person who likes to be prepared, and I haven't been prepared for anything. I don't know how to start conversations with royals, I don't know how to act as anything other than a security personal, and most of all, I don't know who I am meant to curtsey to and who I am not. Things are more manageable when I am security. As Anna's security, I knew every single person who was meant to curtsey to Anna and every single person who did not have to. Everyone who does not hold an HRH title has been required to bow to Anastasia even when she was young, and anyone without an HRH title will have to curtsey to our children. Now that Anna is Queen, everyone is to curtsey to her no matter the title, and now that I have a title, I have no clue who the fuck I am meant to bow to or who is meant to bow to me, not that I want anyone to bow to me.

Matthew chuckles to himself before placing his hand on my shoulder, "Harry, relax. It is okay."… "Anna had to only bow to her parents; now her mother has to bow to her… As reigning Queen, everyone curtseys to her, and when you two are together, they curtsey to you. You are titled His Majesty, and as King, everyone curtseys to you as well when you are both together."

"So I do not bow?"

"No, Harry, and there is no way I am bowing to you either."

I laugh at Matthew's comment, "Royal protocol says otherwise."

"You can shove it up your ass; I am not bowing," Matthew continues, causing me to laugh a little harder. "Now that you are relaxed, just breathe. Don't worry about the royal rules. Anna doesn't want you to be moulded to those rules. She just wants her husband; she doesn't expect you to act like a King on your first day."

"Nobody even knows I am King, oh God, is the media going to find out? I don't think I am up for this. I don't want to be formally known as King."

"Would you prefer the title of an asshole? I think it is still available unless Pippa took it," Matthew continues to endeavour to lighten the mood and stop me from spiralling with my thoughts and feelings towards the situation. "Look, Anastasia knows what she is doing. It doesn't change anything major right now, Harry. It isn't like you have to make speeches and attend public events on your own. Just stand with her and smile."

"I prefer to be on security. Can I just do security?"

Matthew shakes his head, "You need to do this for your wife, so suck it up."

I nod my head, "Can I just get a few minutes to recoup?" I question, requiring a few extra minutes to amp myself back to go back to Anastasia and the swarming crowd of guests.

"I am going back to Oliver. If you're not back with your wife in ten minutes, I will make you regret it."

"How so?" I curiously ask, purposely being a shithead.

"I will stick you on watching the cameras between two and six in the morning, your favourite shifts," Matthew responds, causing me to groan. "Figured you would see it my way and get back to being King," Matthew smirks, shuffling away from me.

I stand in the extensive gardens, taking in deep breaths in an attempt to calm my racing thoughts.

What have I gotten myself into?

I struggle to wrap my head around this morning's events. I just gave up the crown and being in charge of the monarch, and somehow I gained the title of King- a title that has never been obtained by a man who hasn't been royal by blood. I am sure the parliament will dispute it the best they can, but ultimately, Anastasia has the last say.

I observe a man and take it upon myself to walk closer to him, "This area is off-limits," I immediately begin, startling the man as he turns to stare at me.

"You're in here."

"I am allowed to be here. I would suggest you go back to the public and leave the flowers alone," I command, pointing to the flowers he had been touching, "If I catch you here again, I will have you arrested." I threaten the man, not wanting to cause a scene. Anna would kill me.

"No need, Harry," the man shakes his head.

"How do you know my name?" I instantly challenge, narrowing my eyes on him and stepping closer to the man who appears familiar, but I know I have never met him before. He isn't in any of our files for looking out for and for someone who can't be trusted.

"I read social media. I am not from the seventeen hundreds, Mr Styles," the man chuckles.

I nod my head, "Careful what you touch, might be poisonous," I cross my arms over my chest, making it known that I know he is up to something, but I am not quite sure what it is. I don't know what he could want with a few flowers or what he was doing out here, but I do know that I do not like it.

"Likewise, wouldn't want any Aces in the hole," the man grins.

"You seem a bit lost in the shuffle there, mate," I respond, irritated by his use of idioms.

"Have a good day," The man proceeds to walk away, leaving me intrigued. Part of me wants to grab him and force out of him what he means by an Ace in a hole. The saying represents a hidden or secret strength or unrevealed advantage, but what could this man mean?

What Ace is hidden in the gardens?

What Ace is hidden in the flowers?

What Ace is hidden?

I shake my thoughts and force myself to forget about the man, a man who is just someone attempting to get some sort of attention at the Palace. I walk the pathway and head back towards the area where the guests are gathered. I weave in and out of the bodies, trying to locate Anna or her mother, whichever one I can manage to find first.

I find Anastasia standing under one of the tents on her own, standing beside an ice sculpture that is just for looks. "I was looking for you," Anastasia begins, "You okay?"

"I am fine," I kiss her cheek.

"I know that is a lie," Anastasia sighs, and she takes my hand, lacing her fingers with my own.

I heavily sigh before speaking, "I don't like not doing my job, it is… weird," I trail off into a whisper as we are interrupted by Princess Madeleine. "Princess," I nod, acknowledging her as she smiles towards Anastasia and glares as her eyes meet mine.

"I believe you have the title wrong," Madeleine informs me, purposely irking my nerves as she did the first day I met her.

She has lived with us for a little while, and I do everything in my power to avoid her at all costs; she and I don't see eye to eye, and her sarcasm pisses me off nine times out of ten. The only time she has come in handy was when she scared some of the new guys I am trying to train.

I clear my throat and look at her, "Madeleine Noelle Veil of Denmark," I correct myself, "As I call you by your official title, I believe you must curtsey," I gesture with a grin, "Go ahead, don't be shy."

"Harry," Anna nudges me, signalling for me to stop playing the same petty game as Madeleine.

"I Madeleine Noelle Veil of Denmark do not bow to you, but as for your royal title, I shall curtsey," Madeleine mutters unhappily, bending her knees and curtseying.

I chuckle and nod my head, "Thank you, Princess Madeleine Noelle Veil of Denmark. Your presence is always a joy."

"Do you two do anything but bicker?" Anastasia interrupts before Madeleine can comment.

Madeleine and I both lift our shoulders into a shrug, "No," I shake my head, "I am going to find Prince Louis," I inform the two of them as they grab more drinks, "Madeleine, who is watching you?" I ask.

Madeleine raises a brow before looking around, "Are you not on my service?"

"I am serious, Madeleine."

"Nobody was assigned to me. My guard never showed."

I run my fingers through my hair and shake my head disapprovingly, "Stay with Anna. I will have someone put on your service." I inform the two of them before walking off, on a mission not only to find someone for Madeleine's service but also to figure out who the man in the gardens was. He has left a bitter taste in my mouth, and something about him doesn't settle with me.

♛ ♛ ♛

The garden party ended an hour ago, and as the evening concluded, I couldn't help but have this begging need to go to the security office and grab some paperwork. My thoughts have been racing since the man in the gardens. I haven't been able to shake his comments off.

I rummage through a few files, doing my best to locate what I am looking for.

I turn to observe Anastasia sitting down; her head bowed as she stares at her lap. I watch her for a minute and cock my head to the side. At first glance, I assume she is tired from a long day; hell, I am exhausted from today, and all I had to do was stand there and look pretty. But, instead, I was merely just the man who stood beside her all day. "Baby, are you okay?" I challenge, walking closer, realising that something about her doesn't appear the same. Minutes ago, she was smiling, had energy to her, and now she seems as though her light has dimmed.

I step closer and notice what Anna has in her lap that has caused her to gaze down thoroughly. "Anna, you can't just go through things," I raise my voice insignificantly, panic mode setting in.

Anastasia was not intended to perceive anything in that folder. I lean down and snatch the file from her hands and arrange it back on my desk. She gazes up at me, all the colour drained from her face, her eyes sullen, and her hands shaking as she attempts to disguise them by adjusting the length of her dress. "I'm sorry for raising my voice," I apologise, not knowing where to begin with what I have to handle. I thread a hand through my hair while she twists the wedding ring on her finger anxiously.

Anastasia stands to her feet and wraps her arms around her. I can't tell if it is out of comfort or for the fact it is chilly down here. I know she viewed information in the file she was never meant to perceive, there is a reason she isn't meant to be down here, but I didn't expect this file to be left in plain sight for her to recognise. "Anna?"

She doesn't want to speak, I don't blame her, but she can't keep shutting down on me any time an inconvenience occurs or she finds things out she doesn't want to acknowledge. At this rate, her life is a series of unfortunate events, and I am doing everything I can to shield her from it. But it isn't my fault she is in the mess she is in. It all originates from her family line. Finally, Anastasia steps to the door and waits, not bothering to turn back to glance at me as I stand in the middle of the surveillance room at a loss for words. I don't know how to comfort her.

I take my jacket off and step closer to Anastasia. I drape my coat over her shoulders from behind before I grab my keys from my pocket, "How mad are you at me?" I question, flipping through my keys to locate the one I am looking for.

"Harry, I don't want to talk." Anastasia's lips set in a grim line.

"I don't want a lot of things, but I have to deal with them, Anna."

Anastasia glances at me and takes my jacket off, handing it to me out of spite. Her usually effervescent eyes now burn with contempt. "Leave me alone," Anastaisa mutters.

My body stiffens at the remark; it breaks my heart, but I know deep down this has nothing to do with me. I am just the middle man attempting to figure out who the fuck killed her father and who I need to deal with so they don't take Anastasia.

I unlock the door and permit Anastasia out, "As you wish," I gesture for her to step out, allowing her to march out of the security room and into the tunnels. I close the door behind me and place the keys in my pocket. I heavily sigh, and I lean on the door as I watch Anastasia walk off without me. I should follow her, but I know the tunnels are relatively safe, at least the ones on this end— I know that sometimes she needs space. I can't smother her, and I can't shield her from everything as I try.

After a few minutes, I begin to walk.

I recognise Anastasia on the cold ground, and I wander closer to her before I kneel in front of her, her cheeks tear-stained with mascara, her arms wrapped around her stomach, and her legs tucked under her dress. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. "Don't ask if I am okay," Anastasia snaps before I can bother to open my mouth.

"Didn't plan on it," I respond before I stand up, leaving her to her own defences and beginning to step away. I may walk away from her, but I can watch guard without her knowing. I don't want to push her over the edge or start an argument with her.

Sometimes you have to pick and choose your battles, especially in relationships; this is a battle I do not want to fight. I don't want to argue herewith in the tunnels because of her emotions.

I catch her weeping, and it breaks my heart, but I can't always be the one to pick up her pieces if she doesn't want me to. I cannot fight her and urge her to understand things. "Harry, wait," the painful vibration of her voice causes me to stop in my tracks. I stand with my back to her, unsure of whether to turn around and go back to her or to leave her where she is. "I'm sorry," her apology causes me to think for a moment. She is furious and sad at the same time, and I am frustrated— neither of us is better than each other— we both have emotions that we can't always control. Finally, I turn around and begin to walk back towards her.

Anastasia gazes up at me, her usually alluring eyes harbouring nothing but grief and sorrow. I kneel again, this time noticing the blood spots on her dress. "What happened?" I request, lifting her arms to take a glimpse at her dress.

"I was coming back to apologise," Anastasia breathes, bowing her head in defeat, "I tripped over the uneven stones."

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I ask, gingerly shifting her arms from their position from around her stomach, scanning every inch of her.

"It's no big deal," Anastasia responds, "Life likes to knock me down."

"Happens to the best of us," I respond, "Can you get up?" I request, unsure of how she fell or if she had hurt herself aside from a few scrapes.

I place my hands at her waist and mindfully assist her where I see her dress is torn, and she scraped her legs on her fall. "If you hadn't walked off, this may not have happened."

Anastasia's eyes roll skyward, and frustration crinkles her eyes. "Sure, because prince charming would have saved me as always."

"I am not sure why you're angry at me," I shake my head, kindly placing my jacket to slide up her arms before I bring it to her front. I button my coat up so the tear in her dress isn't exposed.

Anastasia gazes at me and looks down before peering back up at me, "I don't know who else to be angry at…."

I don't respond, mainly because I do not know how to. So instead, I swallow any sly remarks I have and place my arm around her before we quietly walk the rest of the tunnels.

The walk was silent; the only thing that we could hear was the echo of her heels tapping the stones with every step she took. I know the fall to the stones hurt, and I know she was doing her best not to lean on me, but even when she is pissed at me and I am frustrated, I don't want her ever to think I won't be there for her to lean on, whether that be literally or metaphorically.

Life is troublesome, and it is even harder when you're attempting to avenge your wife's father's murder. I promised her I would get to the bottom of things, I promised her father I would keep her safe, and these go hand-in-hand. I will stop at nothing to make sure Anastasia is not next. It scares me every day to wake up knowing that there are people out there who don't want her in the monarch. It terrifies me that she took control of something much more significant than her. It scares me that there are members of parliament who are evil and corrupt— I plan to deal with them the second that I can, but for now, Matthew and I are taking things one step at a time. Anastasia can't stay enraged at me forever. I didn't tell her to scan through files; she took a seat to get off her feet, resulting in disaster. I didn't expect her to open the one fucking file with pictures of her father the night the unknown killed him. I didn't expect her to somehow turn things around on me. I didn't anticipate becoming the inferior guy in the situation because her emotions are ramped.

♛ ♛ ♛

Anastasia rummages around the bathroom, and I observe her silhouette with every move while I undo the tie around my neck. Every so often, I notice her wipe her reddened cheeks and shift her hair away from her face. I want to comfort her and stop her from crying, but nothing I do will help. Finally, she bends down to take out bandages from the drawer, and a groan escapes her lips, her hand grabbing the edge of the marble counter for balance. I stand to my feet instantly, discovering myself in the bathroom before I can think twice.

"Here," I sigh, placing my hands on Anastasia and sitting her on the bathroom sink. I've watched her struggle enough with trying to clean herself up.

I take the cotton from her hands, the smell of rubbing alcohol causing both of us to screw our noses up. I am not sure what it is, but the sterile smell of rubbing alcohol bothers me. I take her arms and begin to clean her forearms off; I dab delicately. "I know it burns," I soften my gaze on her as she jerks away from my touch, pulling her arms back with a hiss. "Rubbing alcohol burns, but it's all we have unless you want to go-"

"No," Anna cuts me off before I can finish speaking, her voice rough with pain. I know she doesn't want to go to the doctor at the Palace. I know all she wants is to get in bed and forget this evening ever occurred. Anna gives me back her arms and glances away, focusing her attention on something other than the burning pain.

"Can I take your pantihose off? They're all ripped, sweetheart," I softly request, not wanting to take them off without her permission. Anna nods and lifts her dress just enough to take the thin layer of material between my fingers and slide them down her legs, doing my best not to touch the tender skin at her knees where she befell.

Her knees remind me of a time when I was a little kid.

I was running with my sister, we had both been told to stop, but neither of us listened. Instead, we competed with who could reach the neighbours first. The giggling between my sister and I grew louder and louder, and my mother's pleas fell silent the further we got. Finally, I tripped over my own feet, and I went straight into the concrete. I skimmed both my knees that day, I still have the scars, but I remember trying so hard not to cry because I knew my mother was precise. I should have listened to her. The moment my mother got to me, I cried, and I cried. The fall destroyed my pants, and my knees stung like thousands of needles pricking my skin. I attempted to focus on something other than the agony of the minor incident, but I couldn't concentrate on anything besides my skimmed knees.

I remember the fall and the discomfort, and I remember my mum taking me home and cleaning me up in the same way I am with Anastasia. The only difference is I was six, and Anastasia's cuts and scratches are a little more vicious than what six year old me managed to do.

Anastasia winces and hisses as I start to dab her knees. I look at her, and she's biting down on her lip while her hands curl and hold the edge of the countertop. "I'm sorry, baby," I again sigh, apologising for a pain I did not inflict. But, of course, this could have been averted if she wasn't stubborn and marching away from me. Perhaps then she wouldn't have been so emotional and stumbling over herself.

"It's fine; we've both been through worse."

I nod my head and agree, "Perhaps, but scrapes deserve credit. They're fucking painful."

"The tough security guard agrees scapes hurt?" Anastasia softly questions.

"Still recovering from mine when I was six," I wink, attempting to lighten the mood, but she goes withdrawn as I continue to tend to her scrapes.

I clean Anna's legs, bandaging them with bandaids before standing in front of her and benevolently placing my hands at her hips. "Look, you can be mad at me all you want, you can give me the silent treatment, you can yell, do what you need to do, but— hey, look at me," I softly trail off, touching my hand to lift her chin, "I'm not going anywhere. I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't tell you to look through the stuff. I never intended for you to see what you saw. This is why I don't let you down there." I begin to explain my train of thought. She can be bitter, but it doesn't change the outcome of anything at the end of the day.

"What if it's you?"

"Excuse me?" I am taken aback by her question.

Is she referring to me as the person who killed her father?

"What if it becomes you, like him?"

"I don't understand." I shake my head, still unsure of what she's alluding to.

Anastasia becomes reserved for a minute before she shakes her head and places her hands on my shoulders, propelling her body forward, signalling she wants to get down off the counter. I help her off, but I retain my hands on her, "Please explain." I caress my hands to hers that rest on my shoulders, and I hold them as she releases her grip on my shoulders.

"What if… What if they do to you what they did to him? Since you're on track to knowing what happened." Anna is fighting a rising panic, but I don't know where she is going with it or where it stems.

"Anna, you told me this is what you wanted, for me to find who did this."

"I don't want to see pictures of you like the way I had to see pictures of him."

"I know what I am doing."

"So did he," Anastasia whispers, "I am going to bed. I don't want to keep having this conversation."

"Hey, you can't just walk away every time you get uncomfortable with something," I inform her as she steps towards the bedroom.

Anastasia halts in her tracks and turns to glance at me, "I'm not coddling you. I am done coddling you so much with certain things." I stand my ground, not wanting to be an arse but not wanting her to keep shutting down conversations. It isn't healthy for her to do this.

"Okay, would it help you sleep better to know that one of the two of us is likely next? I won't sugar coat it; I know that no matter where I go or how good security is that I am a threat. So perhaps it would help you sleep to know Dad, Victoria, and Henry are all dead, and it all boils down to me."

"No, that doesn't help me sleep, but you know what does? Knowing that I do everything humanly possible to make sure you are not touched."

"You're missing the point," Anastasia exclaims, "What about you? Who is keeping you safe? Matthew and Oliver's main concern is me. So who the fuck is making sure that you aren't going to be joining Henry and my Dad?"

"Anna," I sigh, working my hands through my hair. "I signed up for this. I knew signing up for the job that my life would always be on the line to save yours."

"You signed up for your job; you didn't sign up to be in harm's way because you married me."

"Well, that's just one of the perks I have to deal with. I will be fine, damnit… This conversation is over."

"Look at the pot calling the kettle black, uncomfortable?"

"I love you."

Anna shakes her head, "You don't get to end things with an I love you. No."

"You end it as you wish," I respond, stepping around her and beginning to unbutton my shirt.

Even on my worst days, I love her. My love for her is immeasurable. I don't care if we are bickering like cats and dogs. I still love her. Neither of us is perfect, and we are going to fight; it's inevitable. We don't see eye to eye on everything; right now, I have no fucking clue what eye she is even using, but I will figure it out. I vowed to love her through everything, even the moments she is spiralling with emotions.

"You don't understand, do you?"

"I understand that you are hurting, I understand that you're scared, but arguing with me isn't going to help… I don't even know why you're mad. It isn't my fault. This is how things panned out."

"It isn't my fault either."

"I never said it was, Anna," I respond, letting out a grunt, pain branching across my shoulder like lightning as I move my shoulders back and take the damn shirt off. A sharp breath escapes my lips while I lean forward and massage my shoulder. "Don't worry. I promise I am not dying," I mutter, glancing up to notice her staring at me. Damnit.

"Insensitive," Anastasia rolls her eyes.

"Fuck me," I sigh, leaning down to lay on the bed.

I peer up at the ceiling and begin to wonder where I went wrong with this evening. Today went well. There were no significant issues that arose, no protocol I had to call, and everyone complied with the garden rules. I didn't have to throw anyone out, nor did I have to lock down any parts of the Palace. Today is a day that rarely happens when events happen, today was successful without any errors. Rare.

Anna and I had a decent time; I did my best to escort her around and speak with people who I wouldn't usually be entitled to talk to if I was only her guard. So, for once, I somewhat appreciated a royal event... up until now.

"Are you alright?"

"No, Anna, I am not," I respond, "I have a wife who I have no clue how to make feel better and who thinks I am going to be assassinated in my sleep. I also apparently have a monarch and parliament after me, not to mention a job you make a bit difficult."

Anastasia grows silent, and I realise I am only digging my grave deeper with her. If I don't watch it, she's likely to smother me with a pillow in my sleep. But, of course, I wouldn't blame her either. "Just turn the light off when you're ready," I mutter, not wanting to get up to turn it off or to get up to do anything. I am pretty comfortable with my legs dangling over the edge and my back against the bed.

The lights turn off, and I continue to stare up at the ceiling, thinking of how to defuse the situation when we wake up in the morning.

It is my honour to keep Anastasia safe. I started this job due to needing money and a job; I never expected to fall in love with the Princess and get married, but I did. I wouldn't change my job or my decisions to marry her for the world. I'll put my life on the line for her whether it means I get paid or not. At this point, I do my job because I have grown to enjoy the career path I chose. I do it to keep me occupied; keeping her safe is a bonus now. Whether I am on her service or not, I will do everything to make sure she is safe. I don't need to be in a suit and tie with an earpiece to look out for her. I am trained for all conditions and emergencies, whether I'm on the service or not.

I have never thought twice about my life or hers.

It's always going to be hers over mine, not just because she's Royal but because that's how I am as a man. I won't hesitate to take all pain from her. Love isn't just about the sweet kisses, the dates and the honeymoon phase. It's about knowing how to take care of the other person in all aspects; it's about putting them above yourself when it's appropriate and being selfless. Don't get me wrong, I'll put my life on the line for her and take a bullet for her, but dammit, it irks my nerves when she says she doesn't want anything and then drinks my coffee. Being selfless doesn't have to happen constantly; just because I'll take a bullet for her doesn't mean we are perfect or that I devote everything and give her everything. There's an appropriate time and place for each selfless act. Right now, I'm selfish by letting my emotions and feelings rise to the occasions— and that's okay.

I observe the bed dip, and surprisingly, Anastasia lays beside me, closer than I ever anticipated. She thoughtfully wiggles close to my body before she rests her head on my good shoulder, her arm carefully draping over my stomach.

I thought she would prefer to sleep as far from me as possible. I don't move. I lay on my back, still staring at the ceiling and wondering what the fuck to do. I don't want to give up my job to give her peace of mind, I want to stay in security, but I don't think I'll be able to. If I were to give it up for her, what would I do? Sit around in a robe and drink coffee while dubbing people knights?

After a few moments of silence, Anastasia pushes away from me. I realise she's moving away because of my lack of words and emotions. It wasn't intentional; I didn't aspire to push her away or make her believe like I didn't want her around. I'm merely attempting to figure out my circling thoughts, "Anna," I breathe out, "Come here," I whisper, opening my arm and enabling her to nestle back into me. I wrap my arm around her and caress a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too," I respond.

Me too, baby, me too.

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Love Is Blind: Chapter Eight

Chris looked around her living room as he waited for Robyn to change clothes. Her apartment had a nice mix of new and old especially with it’s unique high ceilings, it reminded him of his house and could see the appeal of her wanting to buy it.

“Robs, where have you been?” Melissa asked.

“I thought Lele told you I wasn’t gonna be home,” Robyn replied.

“I did but you didn’t tell me why,” Leandra replied.

They had called her in a conference call as soon as she had gotten out of the shower.

“I didn’t know I had to explain.”

“Considering you don’t just not be home, you do.”

Robyn laughed, “I was safe so it’s not a big deal.”

“You were with Chris, weren’t you?”

“Chris who?” Melissa interjected, “you finally met your internet friend?”

“Yes.”

“And you won’t believe who he is,” Leandra said.

“You know him?” Melissa asked.

“Yes.”

“Who is it?”

“It’s Chris.”

“I know that’s his name but who is he?”

“It’s Chris, Chris stupid,” Leandra exclaimed.

“Your ex-husband was your internet friend!” Melissa yelled.

“Yes. And stop screaming, he might hear you.’

“Wait, he’s there?”

“Yes, we’re going to see his sister.”

“What? What the hell happened yesterday? How’d you find out it was him?”

“He came to the shelter to pick up a dog for his daughter and I was in the middle of doing an exam of the dog when he walked in. I figured it out when he said his daughter’s name then he figured it out when he realized I knew her name already. He asked me to dinner so we could talk so we went to Mahogany’s. After that we walked around Central Park, he offered to play me some music so we went to his house. It got late, he offered me the option to stay over if I didn’t feel like going home and I accepted.”

“All that in less than 24 hours?”

“Yes,” Robyn said with a giggle.

“And you aren’t mad with him?’

“Why would she be? They’ve basically talked about their entire relationship without knowing over the last 3 or 4 months,” Leandra interjected, “what I want to know is did you get the dick for old times’ sake.”

“Leandra!” Melissa exclaimed.

“Girl hush, I’m not asking you. Robyn, did you?”

“No I did not. He did cuddle with me, we talked a bit then fell asleep. That’s all.”

“No kissing?”

“Only on the cheek.”

“Ugh….you are no fun.”

Robyn laughed, “this is not what this is. We’re working on being friends. A lot has happened and a lot of stuff has to be discussed.”

“Well we know that but you really not trying to climb on top of-”

“Leandra, stop it,” Robyn interjected with a laugh, “sex complicates things and things between us have been complicated enough.”

“Exactly,” Melissa said, “so what are you going to do today?”

“See his sister. Be officially introduced to his daughter and he’s taking me horseback riding.”

“That sounds like fun. How is he?”

“He’s actually really good. A lot calmer and at peace. It’s a bit different but I’m getting used to it.”

“That’s good. How do you feel about him?”

“Intrigued might be a good word.”

“Do you like him?”

“I do but he’s always been likable.”

“That’s true. Well things happen for a reason.”

“One can hope but I gotta go. He’s probably worried about what’s taking so long.”

“Ok but call us later.”

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you too Sis,” Melissa and Leandra said simultaneously.

She hung up and looked at her outfit in the mirror. Robyn thought she looked great but for Chris’s smile, it must’ve been more.

“I guess you like it,” she said softly.

“”You look beautiful. I like the boots.”

“Thank you.”

“Was everything ok? You took a minute.”

“Melissa and Leandra called me while I was getting dressed. Sorry about that.”

“It’s not a problem. I was just concerned you had changed your mind.”

“No, of course not. Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

“Does Jess know I’m coming?”

“Yes and no.”

‘What does that mean?”

“I told her that I was introducing my internet friend to her but I didn’t tell her that it’s you specifically.”

“You’re trying to give your sister a heart attack.”

“No, just a welcomed surprise. You know she loves you.”

“I remember.”

“You nervous?”

“No. Just curious.”

“Curiosity can be good.”

About two hours into the trip, Chris glanced over at Robyn as she stared out the passenger window, “you ok over there?”

“I’m good. You don’t have to keep checking on me, you know?”

“You’re just really quiet, that’s all.”

“I’m just thinking.”

“About yesterday?”

“What about yesterday?”

“I guess I should say about last night.”

“Is that what you’re so worried about? Chris, I asked you to sleep in the bed with me, why are you so concerned about how I feel?”

“I don’t want you to feel pressured or like things are moving fast. I really did mean the whole building a friendship first thing.”

“I don’t doubt that you did but there’s nothing that happened that I wasn’t ok with. You really have no need to worry. Are we almost there?”

“About another half-hour. Did you need to stop for anything?”

“Can we drive thru a Starbucks? I’d like a coffee.”

“Of course. There’s one off the next exit.”

About thirty minutes later, they got two drinks and coffee cakes before pulling back onto the road to head to Jessica’s house. 

“Jess, are you here!” Chris exclaimed as he unlocked her front door. He reached back for Robyn’s hand to tug her slightly behind him as they walked into the foyer. 

“Frecks, I’m in the kitchen!” Jessica yelled back.

Chris turned to Robyn and put his finger over his lips for her to be as quiet as possible. He led her to stand behind the wall beside the open-format kitchen as he walked over to kiss his sister’s cheek, “Hey Sis.”

“Hey You, I wasn’t expecting you until later. You hungry?”

“No, we stopped and grabbed something to snack on.”

“We? Oh, you brought your internet friend with you? Where is she?”

“She’s coming in. How was Anesa?”

“She was good. That puppy is already attached to her. I swear Malika and Emmanuel are gonna be begging for a pet next.”

“Sorry.”

“No biggie. So what she look like?”

“She’s beautiful but what does it matter?”

“It matters a lot. You haven’t brought anyone to meet me since Robyn.”

“Well I haven’t dated anyone since Robyn.”

“My exact point. I’m glad you’re opening up to somebody. Now bring her in here.”

Chris stepped behind the wall and grabbed Robyn’s hand to bring her in next to him, “Jessica, meet my internet friend.”

Jessica’s eyes widened as she ran over and grabbed Robyn into a big hug, “My sissy is back!”

Chris laughed as he leaned against the kitchen counter. Robyn and Jessica rocked back and forth for a few moments before leaning back from each other, “I guess you missed me.”

“You cannot imagine. Talk about somebody being hard to live with,” Jessica replied with a glance towards Chris, “how have you been?”

“I’m good. I’ve been ok.”

“Dating anybody else? Children?”

“No to both.”

“Why?’

“Just not in the space for it. How are you?”

“I’m good. Just taking care of my babies. Trying not to kill my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Ch….That is a whole other story we need to talk about. So what brings you with him? How did you find this fool again?”

“Well we kind of found each other by accident.”

“Really?”

“Yea. He came to the shelter I owned to get a puppy and I was doing an examination of the puppy, he walked in with Anesa and well the realizations kind of fell into place.”

“So all this time he was spilling his guts to who he should’ve talked to in the first place?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Well I’m glad it worked out like this, I really had no interest in getting to know a new person. You’re my favorite.”

“I thought I was your favorite,” Chris interjected.

“Pshhh...who told you that?” Jessica replied as she grabbed Robyn’s hand, “what does my brother have set up for you to do today?”

“Well he wanted to officially introduce Anesa then we were gonna go horseback riding,” Robyn replied.

“Definitely do the horseback riding, Anesa is with her cousins at their father’s house until this evening.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” Chris said.

“I wasn’t gonna have my children meeting some stranger broad anyway. I also didn’t expect you here so early. You normally don’t show up until after noon.”

“Well I wanted to take Robyn to do something since she hasn’t been up here before.”

“Well go do that. I got stuff to take care of around here.”

“You are so rude.”

“Look, you lucky I’m not kidnapping her and keeping her with me. You can’t just bring my sister back in my life and not give me uninterrupted time with her.”

“I was going to let y’all have a moment after I had mine first.”

“Boy. Take her out. The kids should be back by time you get back here.”

“Stop barking orders at me, Ma.”

“Get out Christopher before I change my mind and keep Robyn with me and kick you out.”

Robyn chuckled as Chris rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, “we’ll be back later, mean ass.”

“Bring my sister back in one piece.”

“What about me?”

“I can replace you. Her not so much.”

“Bye Jessica.”

They left back outside to Chris’s car. He turned to her as he pulled his hand away from the ignition, “we’re in there playing tug of war with you and didn’t bother to ask you what you wanted to do.”

Robyn chuckled, “whatever you want to do is fine with me. I’m just going with the flow.”

“You sure? Because if you wanna stay here and catch up with Jessica, we can.”

“Me and her can always talk or get together separately, it’s not a big deal.”

“You sure?”

‘Yes, I’m sure. I would like to spend more time with you, if that’s ok?”

“That is more than ok,” Chris said as he reached for her hand, “I just don’t want you to feel as if you don’t have any options, that’s all.”

“I’m good with my options, Chris.”

Chris smiled and brushed his hand along her cheek.

“Why are you just staring at me like that?’

“I’m trying to reconcile us being here right now.”

“Do you think we would have been here if you had never come into the shelter?”

“I think it depends on if we had decided to finally meet each other in real life. And by we, I mean you.”

“Me?”

“You were the one who wanted to keep this mysterious.”

“That is true. So you wanted to meet me?”

“I did.”

“When?”

“After like the second week of us talking. I just felt this really close vibe with you like I knew you, oddly enough.”

Robyn giggled as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

“As we continued talking, I just wanted to know more about you, see your face, hear your voice. The basics really.”

“Hmm…”

“You never wanted to meet me?”

“Honestly no. And it’s not because I wasn’t growing to like you, it’s just taking it beyond the chat just made it seem more real. And the more real it became, the more expectations would enter the situation. I didn’t want things to be that deep.”

“I can understand that.”

“I’m still not ready for anything deep, even with you.”

“Did you date at all?”

“I went out to dinner once but I left before the meal even came.”

“Why?”

“I did nothing but compare it to our first date.”

“And it was worse than that? Our first real date was when we were 15.”

“I should say our first date as adults. That was different from our carnival date at 15.”

“Oh ok. I really went out trying to impress you.”

“You did, you failed but you tried.”

Chris scoffed playfully and Robyn laughed, “wow, tell me how you really feel.”

“I was already in love with you so even your failures were cute to me but honestly, everything was too typical and so not suited for our relationship.”

“I can agree with that. I was trying to be an adult and do it the grown up way.”

“That’s why I did appreciate the effort besides you made up for it on our second date.”

“The museum was a lot of fun.”

“It was. Have you been back to LA?”

“Maybe twice. I get all my business updates electronically and it’s easy to videoconference for any meetings I need to be present for. You?”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Nothing really there for me, I guess. Mel and Lele were already in NY. My mother moved back to Barbados. And everything reminded me of us, I didn’t need the memories.”

“Ah. That makes sense.”

“We should probably get going if we’re gonna ride horses.”

“You’re absolutely right.”

Chris turned the key in the ignition and put on his seatbelt. As he pulled out of Jessica’s driveway, Robyn put on her seatbelt, kicked off her shoes then folded her feet underneath her.

“Comfortable?”

“Yea. Thanks.”

“Did you want to get something to eat before or after?”

“After should be good. That coffee cake and coffee should hold me over for a while.”

“Alright then let’s go.”

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Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 21

Chapter Summary - Tom drops Alexianna and Lily home after their weekend with him, but someone arrives soon after to shatter Alexianna's happiness with a dilemma for her.

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

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Lily was inconsolable as her mother put her in the bedroom to calm down. She was crying when Diana went to stay with Emma for a night and when Tom dropped them home to have the boiler looked at, and she realised they were not going back to his house, Lily went into full meltdown mode. Something Tom had never fully witnessed in a child before.

‘If you run off, I don’t blame you.’ Alexianna looked at him sadly. ‘This is the flip side to smaller kids.’

‘She is...what’s a good word for this, expressive?’

‘She is, on occasion, the most horrible brat you could ever bear witness to.’

Tom pulled her to him and kissed her head. ‘I am not going to run because your daughter loved being at my home so much she is sad to be away from it.’ Tom stated factually. ‘I am not going to run.’ She looked at him in doubt. ‘Lily is human, she has a good and bad side, everyone does.’

‘Do you remember the time you yelled at the house that you were going to go live with your dad because your mum would not let you go to that concert with your friends.’

‘I was a moody teenager.’ Tom stated, only half as an answer, half as a statement to himself.

‘What are your downsides now?’

‘I do still have a temper when I am really angry, I have, on occasion, been known to be selfish.’

‘Everyone can be selfish.’

‘I have been by myself so long, I think I can be overly so.’ Tom warned. ‘What about you?’

‘You want me to list faults, really?’

‘Real faults, not ones he made you think you have.’

Alexianna thought to herself for a second before answering. ‘I am too non-confrontational, I allow myself to be taken for a fool. I am not assertive and I second guess myself.’

‘That is an accurate analysis.’ Tom nodded. ‘I need to take that into account, that you need me to remember to think of you in everything. But so too do you need to start saying “Tom, don’t forget us”.’

‘“Us”?’

‘You and Lily.’

There was silence in the bedroom again. ‘Lily?’

She came to the door of the bedroom, her face red and blotchy. ‘I have to go now darling, so I have to say goodbye.’ She started to cry again and held onto him. ‘I know, I have had such fun with you too, I cannot wait to spend time with you again soon.’

‘I don’t want you to go.’ She sniffed against him.

‘I know, I don’t want to go either.’ Tom cuddled her before handing her to her mother. Tom leant over and gave Alexianna a kiss. ‘I will see you both soon.’ he promised. Alexianna nodded before giving him a small smile, she believed him. ‘Goodbye.’

‘Stay safe and have a great rehearsal.’ she commented as he walked out the door and back to his car, waving to them both before driving off.

Alexianna went back to organising things after their few days out of the house, saddened to not be with Tom any longer, but elated to have been with him for the weekend and for their two nights which told her all of Jonathan's comments regarding her being impossible to pleasure were dismissed in mere moments with Tom’s actions leaving her very happy as she thought over their escapades once more. She was pulled back to reality by Lily standing in front of her looking at her expectantly. ‘I said, there’s a man at the door,’ the youngster piped up.

‘Oh, thank you, sweetheart,’ Alexianna walked to the door, expecting it to be Tom having forgotten something. ‘Did you for…’ The smile on face fell as soon as she realised who was standing in front of her.

‘Hello, Alexianna.’

‘What are you doing here?’ She closed the door over so Lily could not see the man on their doorstep.

‘Is that any way to treat family?’ He grinned coldly.

‘We are not family.’

You’re still married.’

‘He left.’ She hissed. ‘You’re not welcome here.’

‘I don’t care if I am welcome or not, if you want a divorce, you better let me in.’

‘I don’t need him to get the divorce; if he won’t sign, then the judge can permit it anyway.’

‘It’s simple, you sign his piece of paper, he signs yours.’ Edward grinned smugly.

‘Leave it and I will read it, if it is fair, I will do it.’

‘No, here and now, or he will make life difficult for you.’

‘The only way he could do that is for him to return and I am not taking him back.’

‘He would not want you anyway after what you did.’

‘And, pray tell, what did I do?’

‘You’re kidding? You and your little stunt with that kid.’

‘“Stunt?” What stunt?’

‘He touches you, for the first time in ages from what he says, and you magically get pregnant.’

‘I remember that saying from sex ed, “it only takes once”. Trust me, no one feels more cheated by that than me.’

‘He was excited for the baby, he was the happiest he had been in years, buying everything you and it everything it could want, and for you to do that.’

‘Do what, I know Law is your thing, not biology, but here’s a lesson for you, men choose a baby’s gender, not women, if he wants someone to blame, he can blame himself.’ Alexianna was shaking with anger. ‘He is the reason she is a girl, not me.’

‘What are you talking about? You’re mad, you are. This isn’t about her being a girl, he knew she wasn’t his, and the whole world saw her on your little excursion to the zoo. Funny how close she looks to that actor when he was younger, blonde, curly-haired, some would even say it is obvious to see. He found those photos you had hidden of him and his family. You are out now, showing her to the world, my brother forced to look at your indiscretions.’

‘Indis...are you insane? I never did anything out of line when I was married, I did everything asked of me, and look where it got me.’ she felt her heart pounding in her ears. ‘Get out away from my door, how dare you come here, to my home and say these things to me. I am finally getting on with my life. I am finally realising I am not the pathetic mess he made me think I was, I have someone who cares for me, who cares for…’ she paused, not wanting her former brother-in-law to know Lily’s name. ‘I am happy with my life, tell that bastard, sign the papers or not, I don’t care, I am going to be free, and that I genuinely hope to never hear his name again. She is not Tom’s daughter, but you have no idea how much I wish she was. She loves him, he loves her, he is more of a man than Jonathan could ever wish to be.’ she turned and walked back inside, going to close the door, only for Edward to push in after her. ‘Get out.’

‘Sign these papers and I...Jesus Christ.’ He looked around the house, disgusted at it. ‘You live in a hovel.’

‘Thank you for your unwarranted opinion, now get out.’

‘Sign these and I will never bother you again, trust me, and you will have your divorce papers by Friday.’ He held an envelope out to her.

Alexianna looked at the envelope, unsure as to what could possibly be inside, but she knew the only way she was going to get rid of Edward was to at the very least attempt to act as though she was considering what was being offered. Taking it, she took it out and read it, her eyes going wide. ‘You think I am going to sign this?’ She threw them back at him.

‘You say you don’t want anything from him, just a clean divorce.’

‘That is not clean, that is me accepting responsibility for the breakdown of the marriage, something I am not too bothered by, but the reason...I did not cheat on him, I did a damn good job as his wife, I kept my wedding vows, to the point of stupidity on my behalf. I am not going to lie, she is his and there is no way I am saying otherwise, so get that filth out of my home and rewrite it, acknowledging the truth and I will consider it, if not, the courts can deal with it.’

‘Do you really want to go there, Alexianna? Think about your lovely boyfriend, what will he say when it is public knowledge you opened your married legs for him and he got you pregnant, you trying to pin it on your husband, have him work to pay for another man’s child. How will that affect him in work, do you think, hmm?’ Alexianna swallowed in fear. ‘Face it Alexianna, you have no choice, you know that.’

‘I am not signing it.’ she reiterated.

‘I’ll give you twenty-four hours to reconsider, but come tomorrow evening, if you haven’t, Jonathan will apply for a DNA test on Lily, she will have to get blood samples taken, you know that right, needles, and when it is shown she is not his, he will have you shamed in a court for it.’

‘And were they to prove she is his, which is indeed fact. I can get him for four years of child support payments and I’ll add spousal support payments because clearly, this is only about money for all of you, so I will have him paying for her the rest of her childhood and teenage years, just remember that.’ Alexianna retorted. She shoved the papers at him, ‘Now get out.’

‘If she is his,’ The look on Edward’s face told her he very much doubted Lily was Jonathan’s. ‘Then you know what that means, don’t you? Access, every second Christmas, weekends, everything, he’ll go for it all.’ Alexianna could not hide her terror at that prospect, Edward realised that she seemed more scared of that than any other threat. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’ he promised, turning to the door again.

‘You know her name.’ He turned to look at Alexianna again, ‘How do you know her name?’ He did not answer. ‘How do you know her name?’ Alexianna repeated, walking towards him. ‘Or where we live?’ Edward said nothing. ‘Have you actually sent a private investigator on us?’ She remembered back to the many times she had sat to dinners with Jonathan’s family and his brother, Edward was without scruples, he would do whatever was needed to win a case, private investigators were something he used with notable frequency. ‘You have had some asshole follow me and my daughter around?’ her anger grew once more. ‘If you don’t get out of my house right now, I will call the police.’

‘And say what exactly?’ Edward smiled smugly.

‘I am not an aficionado at all things law-based, but I can tell you, you being in my home without my wanting you here is not legal.’ She warned. Edward’s smile fell a little. ‘I was in Oxford before everything with Jonathan, I think you forget that, though it must be hard for you to since that is where you wanted to study, but you didn’t get in.’ She snarled, Edward’s upper lip curled up in contempt at that. ‘Get out of my house and if you ever so much as mention my daughter’s name again, I will come after Jonathan for everything.’ She swore, “Every copper penny he owes me and Lily.’

Edward kissed his teeth before walking out of the house, not saying anything else as he did, but leaving the papers by the front door. As soon as she heard the door click closed, Alexianna’s composure fell and she crashed to the floor sobbing. Lily came out of the bedroom and rushed over to her mother. ‘Mommy?’

Alexianna tried to stop the tears and crying, but she couldn’t, the anxiety, fear, anger and terror that filled her during her confrontation with her brother-in-law continued to pour out of her as she tried to deal with just happened. Instead, she pulled Lily in close to her and hugged her tight.

‘Who was that man, Mommy?’

‘It doesn’t matter, sweetheart.’

‘He made you sad.’

‘It doesn’t matter.’ she reiterated, holding her daughter close.

Alexianna did not fall asleep that night, instead, she stared at the ceiling until morning, Lily curled up against her. Part of her wanted to talk to Daniel, another wanted her to talk to Tom. Daniel because of his knowing Edward, Jonathan and indeed the rest of his family, and of their treatment of her, and Tom because this would affect him. Part of her wanted to just sign the papers, say Lily was not Jonathan’s, get her divorce and never hear from Jonathan and his family again, it was so easy, but her pride hurt because of it. She had been faithful when so many women would not have been, and in her opinion, she could not blame them. But she had been faithful, to a fault, she had respected her vows. It was petty in some respects, but it had been a large part of her getting over everything, knowing it was not her fault, that she had done nothing to deserve that. To sign that piece of paper, she felt she would be taking the blame, allowing Jonathan to have another victory as they finally parted ways. She did not want anything from him, no money or acknowledgement of him as Lily’s father, in fact, she wanted the exact opposite, she wanted to be free of him. Alexianna felt trapped and that she had no one to talk to.

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Hearth- a Naruto Fanfic (CH 2)

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Two

SASU

“Strip down here.” Sakura ordered. From my place just inside her household door, I could not help but immediately halt. I could feel my jaw drop. Sighing and quickly looking away, she elaborated. “Sasuke. You look like shit. You are a mess. You’re full of mud, stinky, and to top it all off, I just cleaned my house last night. So please. Take off those filthy rags, and I’ll show you to your room.” The tips of her ears were dusted in a light rose, as were her cheeks. Was it because she was upset, or because of the implications that her telling me to strip could provoke, had she not elaborated? “I’m sure all your clothes are dirty, I think I might have something sitting around that’ll fit you…” she trailed off, or I stopped listening. “Hn.” was all I could manage to say. If I opened my mouth further, I could not guarantee that I wouldn't be harsh with her. Who’s clothing would I be wearing what man would she-, no, what man would DARE to stay in her home? Her home is off limits. Sakura is off limits. I would have to have a little chat with whoever decided to stay here. I’ll have to somehow get her to tell me who was here last. Almost as if she was reading my mind, the next words out of her mouth answered my questions.

“...Naruto was here about a week or so ago” she smiled slightly, and my previous rage and determination to beat the man who stayed in her home to a pulp was slightly forgotten. The dobe was in for a beating. Didn’t he have his own place to stay?? More importantly, I was stuck wondering about the fact that her small, wistful smile affected me so much. Gods, what is happening to me? Tuning back in from my inner ramblings, she continued on with her little anecdote. “Hinata had just left for a diplomatic mission to Suna, and he claimed the “house was too empty without her warmth”, and he didn’t want to stay there alone...he was soo mopey. It was kind of cute, actually.” She giggled, and with that, it was back to Serious Sakura. “Leave your pack by the door, I’ll get your laundry started. You know where the bathroom is. There should be towels and washcloths in the cabinet next to the sink. Your room is the first left in the hallway, there’s fresh linens and everything. I’ll leave Naruto’s clothes outside of the door, for when you’re done. After that, we’re having tea. Did you eat already? Well...we don’t have to have tea, I’m sure you’re tired and all, since you’ve been travelling so long…” She trailed off, looking slightly unsure. The entire time she was talking, I was just staring. It was quite amusing, how quick she could go from rambling about Naruto, to bossing me around like a wife would to her husband, to being shy and unsure. I didn’t like that Sakura, the one without confidence. It reminded me of the times in which I had made her think she was anything less than strong and important. I didn’t understand what she could be unsure about, though. Of course I want to spend time with her.

Without a thought, I found myself raising my hand to poke her forehead. “Sakura...thank you”. As I walked away, I wasn’t sure if i could hear a slight gasp, or if it was just my imagination hoping so. On my way down the hall to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the room that was to be mine for the next couple of days/weeks/months. How many men has she helped? Does she boss them around like she did with me? Does she demand that they have tea together, and then become shy after? Does she was their laundry as well?  I hoped these small little things were only for me, but I could not be mad at her if they werent. Sakura is a caring and affectionate person by nature, and she would never turn down a comrade in need of help.

SAKU

It was hard to believe that Sasuke was here in the flesh, I mean, he had been gone only for 5-ish months, but he never told me when he would be back, or really if he planned on coming back. It crushed me. When he left, he did say he would take me with him next time he came to the village, however, he was extremely vague on when that would be. Knowing him, it could have been years before he returned. Then again, he proved me wrong by returning here. On top of that he returned to me before seeing anyone else. Why did he come to my house rather than seeing Kakashi sensei? Perhaps he needed healing of some form.

 “Sakura.” a deep voice broke my internal musings, making me drop the mug I was grabbing from the cupboard.

“OH! Sasuke, I didn’t realize you were already out of the shower, what kind of tea would you like? I have camomile with lavender, irish breakfast tea, or jasmine. I can run out and get a different kind if none of these are to your liking…” UGH why does this always happen to me around him? I am always a nervous blubbering fool and it drives me crazy. He must think I’m insane.

“Tch, you’re a kunoichi, you should be more aware of your surroundings, Sakura. Camomile is fine.” Sasuke reprimanded as he walked further into my tiny little alcove of a kitchen.

“Are you sure? I know you like matcha the best. I’m fresh out, actually….” Nervously I began rummaging through my fridge. “As for food, I have some rice, some fruits, and I know for a fact that I have some dried cuttlefish somewhere. Are you hungry, Sasuke-kun? I don’t have much- today is my grocery day.”

“...Sakura, how can such a renowned healer only have leftover rice and dried fish in her house? We’ll go shopping. At the very least, I can cook in return for your letting me stay here.”  

I couldn't help but stop dead in my tracks. Not only was he teasingly reprimanding me, but he also was offering to cook for me, too? Run my errands with me? Before I even had time to respond, I felt Sasuke’s presence right behind me. “Annoying girl, do you even eat?” Leaning over my crouched form into my fridge he picked up an old soggy looking stalk of celery and tossed it on the kitchen counter. “Lets go, we’ll go shopping now.”

In a sudden bit of clarity, I could only see two issues with our little outing. “Sasuke-kun, what about letting Kakashi know you’re here? And Naruto? If he finds out from someone that you’re here, he won’t shut up for daaaays. I mean it! When I left for a mission without saying goodbye he cold shouldered me for two weeks after I got back. Of course, he came burling into my house the moment I returned. I suspect he just wanted to know I was okay.” I said with a light giggle. “He then turned up his nose and stormed out of the door he just threw open. Didn’t even say a word!!”

���Hn. The dobe can come to me if he has an issue with my being here. I’m not his boyfriend. I don’t have to come to him right away any time I step foot in this village. As for the old man, I suppose we’ll stop on the way to the market. The guards probably told him I’m back the thirty seconds after I stepped through the gates.”

In the short hour and a half that Sasuke has been back, I’ve noticed a change in him. What happened in those months he was gone? I can almost feel the lighter aura coming from him, when once, in his presence, all I could feel was his self loathing and bitterness towards the world. Maybe he found love on his travels? Oh my god...maybe he has a girlfriend and she’s helping him restore the clan? Or maybe he found out he is terminally ill and decided to live his life to the fullest??? One thing I know for certain, I would not take this new, lighter Sasuke for granted. I mean, for the most part he has always been more open with me, but today, it’s like he has let down all of his walls with me. A slight poke on my arm snapped me out of my ramblings. “Sakura, what’s going on with you today? You’re out of it. You should see Tsunade.”

“I’m fine, Sasuke-kun. I guess I’m still processing the fact that you’re, well, here. I expected you to be away much longer than this...I missed you.” I said, gathering my cardigan, wallet, and my keys. We should get a move on, the market will be getting busier this time of day, and we want the best options. Tally-ho!!” And with that, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him out of my little slice of heaven and into the bright midday sun of a calm Spring day. Instead of taking his hand out of my grasp like I expected him to, he grabbed my own and gave it a light squeeze before dropping it to my side. The blush that adorned my face was out of my control. Why is it that the simplest gestures caused me to spiral into a mess of emotions? We walked lazily to the Hokage tower, soaking in the first real day of sunshine and temperatures above 45° that Konoha has seen in about three months. Sasuke’s shoulder would occasionally brush mine as we avoided the bustling citizens wandering the streets. It might have been because Sasuke was here at my side,walking close enough that our hands were touching, but I felt as though everyone and their mother was out today, and they were all staring at us.

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The trip to see Kakashi-sensei wasn’t as momentous as I had thought it would be. As Sasuke said, Kakashi already knew of his return.

“Ah Sakura! My favorite student! To what do I owe this visit?! And Sasuke too?” His eyes crinkled up above his ever present face mask. “Is there some love advice you two are in need of? I can lend you a copy of my Icha Icha books!”

With a glint in my eye I was about ready to throw one of the many stacks of papers on his desk to the ground. “Actually, Sensei,” I said with a sarcastic sneer, “Sasuke just stopped by to let you know he has returned to the village for the time being.”

“Ah yes, I knew the minute he walked past the gates. As you know, we just got new and improved security systems that can help detect chakra signatures from 5 miles away!! Although I am happy to see you two...I was getting a bit bored with all the paperwork here. Heh. Are you sure you don’t need those books? Could you maybe tell Shizune that you need them anyway? If you don’t I can take them off your hands...please? Sakura, my favorite! I need just a tiny tiny break from all of this dreadful Hokage business, and she’s taken that one escape away from me! She trusts you! She’d tell you where she’s hidden them in a heartbeat!”

“Sasuke,” I whispered, “We need to leave. Now. It’ll only get worse from here…”

“Some Hokage you are, old man. Lets go, Sakura.”

“No! Don’t go! Unless...are you going to get my books?!?!”

As we quickly made our way out of the Hokage Tower I made sure to stop by Shizune’s office.

“He’s getting worse, Shizune. He’s up to his neck in paperwork. Maybe offer Icha Icha Paradise as a reward for getting some of his work done?”

“Sakura! Sasuke-san! Was it that bad? When I left him about twenty minutes ago he was doing alright….” The poor girl...she got stuck with two Hokages who hated paperwork. One who had a drinking problem, and the newest one who had an addiction to his porn books. I could see the wrinkles from stress forming on her forehead. I sure dodged a bullet with that one, as Kakashi asked me to be his assistant when he first got elected into office.

“Yeah, Shizune, it was that bad. Anyway, we’re off. Lots of things to do, places to be, horny Hokages to avoid….you know, the usual!” with that I dragged a stunned Sasuke out of the doors and into the crowded streets. Sasuke stopped in his tracks, and stared at me with wide onyx eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Honestly Sasuke, I’m not too sure myself. He’s usually not this bad. Shizune always takes his books away for a little bit to try to goad him into working. He sets up elaborate schemes to get them from her. It kinda feels like we stepped into an alternate dimension for a bit, right?” I said, tiredly. “Let’s get to the market. I could really use a quick cup of coffee and maybe a light snack while we shop. And to forget about whatever that was.

SASU

As we walked through the village together, I couldn’t help but glance at the pink haired girl--no, woman, next to me. The years have been kind to her, and although we are still young, we have all been through so much. The young woman next to me is far different from the girl I knew before I left. Once upon a time, she was a tall, gangly little thing with bright green eyes, and a forehead too big for her face. Now, at almost 20, she’s grown into that forehead, her eyes still that bright, spring green despite all that she has seen.

“Sakura, you’re short.” I stated. She used to be taller than me. Now, she only comes up to my neck.

With widened eyes and a flustered expression, Sakura responded a little too quickly to hide her shock at my observation.  “Wha?! No I’m not! I’m average height, thank you very much! You-you’re too tall!”

“Hn.” I said, looking away. “It’s cute though..” I muttered into the breeze without a thought. I could feel the tips of my ears burning. Why is it that these thoughts come so easily to my brain? With a sigh, I couldn't help but wish that I was able to suppress them more.

“HUH? What was that Sasuke-kun? Do you care to repeat it? I am not short! Hey! Are you listening to me?”

“Sakura. Shut up.” I said, ruffling her hair, a slight smirk forming at the corners of my mouth. With a pout, she stomped off in the direction of the coffee shop closest to the market. “Annoying” I muttered to myself more than anyone. With a headstart to the little cafe ahead of us, I had to jog a bit to catch up. The place must have been newly built after Pein’s invasion. As the old Konoha had hardly any cafes. The only one being an old teahouse that hardly had any visitors. This place, however, had a new, yet homey feel to it, with large glass windows allowing the bright sun in, little tables inside of a delicate white fence surrounding the small patio, and green plants hanging everywhere. I could see Sakura spending her time here when she wasn’t working at the hospital, training, or reining in Naruto’s crazy antics.

I just got to her in time for us to order our drinks. Sakura ordering a chai tea with extra cinnamon, and a raspberry danish was no surprise to me. The girl had an insatiable sweet tooth, which was one thing that never changed throughout our childhood.

“Sasuke-kun, did you want anything? My treat!” Her previous annoyance with me seemed to be forgotten.

“I’ll take an iced coffee, no sugar, and room for cream. I’ll find us somewhere to sit.”

“Hm, okay! Somewhere by a window, please!”

For some reason, I felt light today. The biggest part due to Sakura’s presence. She made me feel calm, despite all of the worries floating in my head. I knew the moment I decided to come back to the village that I would ask her to leave with me, but I didn’t know how she would answer. Perhaps she has decided that she’s needed in the village, working at the hospital. She mentioned, one brisque fall evening before I left, that she wanted to open up a mental health ward for orphaned children. It was one of those nights where I found myself unable to leave her presence, although I couldn’t place why. Now, after months of being away I could finally realize it. Her presence was something I could no longer be without for more than necessary. Her smile was something I wished to see every day. The way she blushed and looked away smiling when she caught me staring, like just now, was something that comforted me on my travels. Sakura Haruno had loved me for a long time. I came to realize I’ve loved her just as long. The avenger in me shoved those feelings so far into the recesses of my soul for most of my life. The darkness shrouded so much love from my precious people, and I was blinded. Sakura deserves better than me, but I made an unspoken promise to her, and to myself that day five months ago. I promised to be a man worthy of the love she has curated for years. To be worthy of her. However, that didn't stop me from wondering, did she still want to travel with me? Did she still love me the way she did, all those years ago? My mind was heavy with the thoughts that she may not want that, or me, any longer. After all, I have left her behind so many times before.

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“Sasuke-kun!! What should we make for lunch? I was thinking some sukiyaki? Or we could keep it simple and do miso soup and rice?”

“Sukiyaki sounds nice, lets go check Mr. Yuashi’s stand for the vegetables. He always has the best selection.”

  “Ah, Sasuke, he’s in the hospital currently...nothing to serious! Just a simple case of pneumonia...but I don’t think his wife was able to run the stand alone. Mrs. Uzuko however, has a nice stand as well. She grows all of her vegetables in a little garden outside of the village! That’s where I usually get your tomatoes from. She actually gave me a small cherry tomato plant since I was constantly buying them.”

“Hn, let’s go there then. It seems as though more is changing in the village since i’ve been gone. What else is new, besides the coffee shop?”

“Well, since the war ended, we were able to hire contractors from other villages to help us get back on our feet after the invasion. Beforehand, we didn’t have the manpower to spare anyone for those projects, and we couldn't ask anyone from other smaller villages for help, since they were all trying to stay safe from Madara and all that was happening. There has been an influx of small shops opening up now since we have more space. It’s been really cool, actually. Civilians from other villages have been moving here to try and expand their businesses, and it’s greatly improved our trade with different nations. Just recently, I found a new plant shop that opened up near the old Uchiha district. His name is Sechi and he’s from Suna. Oh my gods, Sasuke! He has some amazing herbs and plants that can only grow in the hot desert environment! I made a really cool salve that can help with sunstroke. The leafs can also be used to cure vomiting and heartburn. He also-sorry, am I rambling? I’m rambling. Anyway, the village always seems to be growing these days. It makes me happy.”

Sakura could talk for hours, and when that used to annoy me, I now found myself being pulled in by every word she said. I realized I hadn’t said anything since she stopped talking 45 seconds ago. She would probably take that as me not wanting to talk, solidifying her thought that I would presumably be annoyed by her ramblings. “The relationships between Hidden Villages and smaller ones alike seem to be strengthening. Change within the shinobi world is changing. That gives me hope. Thank you, Sakura, for telling me.I would like to see that shop sometime, but for now... Let’s get our ingredients and go home, I’m getting hungry.” With that, I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the small line in front of the produce stand so we could finally get back to the solace of her small apartment.

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SAKU

Never in my life did I expect Sasuke to be such a proficient chef. The minute we arrived back to my house, he was a tornado of efficiency in the kitchen. Somehow, he managed to find everything he needed without any help.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“No.”

“Not even cutting the vegetables?”

“No, Sakura, just go do whatever. I’ll call you when the food is ready.”

. . .

“Actually, do you have any sake? I didn’t see any in your cabinets. That would go well with this dish.”

“Hah! You’re really asking me, the Fifth Hokage's apprentice, if I have any sake? Of course I do! You don’t train under Tsunade-shishou and not learn to have sake on deck, just in case. That woman would tear my house apart looking for some if Shizune even took it away from her for more than two days.”

“Off you go, then.”

With that, I was dismissed from the kitchen. Sasuke really seemed different, like there was a burden lifted off his chest. My earlier thought of him having a woman outside of the village floated through my mind, but I decided that he wouldn’t have held my hand earlier if he had someone else. I know with my heart that Sasuke is loyal to those he considers his precious people through and through. Although his past actions may contradict that, he isn’t leading a path of redemption for no reason. While Sasuke was busy cooking our lunch, I got to organizing a box of old pictures that my mother had dropped of the day before. As I was shuffling through them, I came across a picture of Team Seven in the Land of Waves. A picture I completely forgot taking. It was our first big mission, and we didn’t even know it at that point. It’s crazy how time has passed, how each of us has persevered against all odds. Although we don’t always get to see each other at the same time, what with Sasuke traveling, Naruto being with Hinata, and Kakashi being the Hokage, that family tie will forever be there. Those are my boys and they always will be. Lost in my reminiscing, I didn't hear Sasuke come up behind me until he was crouched down behind me, looking at the picture in my hand, his breath warm on my ear.

“We were such spring babies then. We had no clue how big of an opponent we would be facing with Zabuza and Haku. We didn’t know of the trails we would all have to face in the coming years.”

Gasping, I dropped the picture. “Geeze, Sasuke-kun, can’t you make some noise when you’re walking around?? But yeah, we had no clue then...I remember you being so unwilling to take that picture. Actually, this is the first time I’ve seen it. After that mission, I didn’t even bring my camera with me anymore. I completely forgot about it. My mom must have developed the pictures for me...I would have liked to have this when you were gone.”

“Why’s that?

“So I could look back on times that were simpler. Times when you were still here. I now understand why you left, however I still don’t think it was the right choice. Part of me is greatful, still. Without your leaving, I think I would have stayed stuck in my old ways. Relying on you and Naruto to protect me…”

“I’m sorry Sakura. You deserved better than that. But I’m glad you’re stronger because of it.The food is ready. Let’s go eat.” he said as he pulled on a lock of my hair. “It’s grown out a bit, I like it at this length. It suits you well.”

With a slight blush, I made to get up, but not before Sasuke held out his sole hand to help me up from my position on the floor.

“Thank you. For being here, and for making lunch. Sasuke...if you don’t mind me asking...how’d you cut the vegetables and tofu with one hand?”

“Simple, I summoned a hand made from my susanoo.”

“Sasuke-kun, you’re ridiculous. I would have helped, you know.”

“Hn. Too bad.” he said with the slight smile he’s only shown in my presence.

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The food was better than I expected. Not only was he confident in the battle field, but he was in the kitchen as well. Was this man skilled in every aspect of life? My imagination got the best of me as I imagined coming home from a long day to a shirtless Sasuke, adorned with the lemon printed apron I keep hanging up in the kitchen, inviting me to the bedroom...in this fantasy, he cooked me a lavish breakfast in bed, and he was the dessert. The blush that covered my face was impossible to hide.

“Sakura, is everything alright? You’re flushed.”

“Ha! Haa..yeah, I’m fine! Must be the sake getting to me. Although I know how to handle my alcohol, it doesn’t stop me from getting blushed really easily!!!!!!” I lied through a sip of said sake. “This is amazing, Sasuke. Is there anything you can’t do?” I let my inner thought slip out, despite my wish to keep those thoughts strictly to myself. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to me more than usual.

“Hn, you’ll just have to find out.” Voiced the smirking Uchiha from behind his own cup of sake, the somehow deeper vibrato of his voice cascading across the table. What exactly that meant, I wasn’t sure of, and I couldn’t help the shiver of a n t i c i p a t i o n that went down my spine.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Helllooo lovely readers! I hope you like the newest installment of Hearth. I’m sorry I’ve been inactive for so long! I am hoping to update more frequently, however I am a super busy person and this is more of a passtime for me. I’m trying to keep this as cannon as possible, so pleeeease let me know if the characters seem too OOC (especially Sasuke). I want to show that through his short time on his travels, he has begun to change. That doesn’t mean his demons are gone and he is no longer the brooding Sasuke we all know. ANYWHO, please review/like etc. Thank you all so much! ***Pls see the authors note on my ff.web page for more in depth info about when this takes place and such.*** 

[sometimesrosy]

Roswell New Mexico ep 1.09 liveblog Songs About Texas

Listen I don’t care that I’ve never done a liveblog about this show before. I love it. I watched the original. I like this one better. Do not watch if you don’t want my buzzed cursing and spoilers and flailing. Because I curse and flail and spoil. it was an accidental liveblog because I was messaging a friend of mine who watches but was not caught up. So I didn’t want to spoil her until she said it was fine and then it became no holds barred. Do I edit it or let you see my terrible typing while I watch a show and drink a beer in the afternoon? 

Ahh. Get it unfiltered.

me--all right. i'm watching the roswell episode

buddy--We had a rather intense work meeting How’s the Rowell episode Roswell*

me-- just started. idk. did you see the last episode? omg i like all these character so well

Buddy--No I’m so behind

me--well then i can't tell you marias not as quirky. i liked the last maria a lot oh i like all these characters. the female sheriff? i like her too can we please have a maria/alex/michael love triangle? please? no wait not love triangle. ot3 polyamory please

buddy--Lol your commentary is awesome

me--michael is canon bi. it works. maria and alex can just be nonsexual partners and share micheale he's SO cute IF YOU HAD KEPT UP TO DATE I COULD GIVE YOU BETTER COMMENTARY

buddy--YOU CAN SPOIL ME

[buckle up I just go IN]

me--they're going to see a faith healer they're wondering if she's an alien. max and michael went to see if she did that, but liz and maria went to see  if she could heal maria's mom who is crazy. the female sheriff went to ALEX instead of his father who is trying to get her to out max.  she found a handprint death and thiks there's a conspiracy and she doesn't trust alex's dad who is blackmailing her to surveil alex. wait why is MARIA going with Michael to heal his broken hand that was smashed by Alex's dad because he cauthg them together. oh wait. liz is talking to max PERSONAL SPACE MUCH? michael is funny. "That feeling babe is naivetee" wait why does michael care about maria? oh she's a fake healer. oh. they just did an indigenous appropriation comment. wait grandma is like, 'they were asking about the sigil?" i love his show confession. i'm on my second beer. michael stole from the scamming healer. liz doesn't care

buddy--Ah feeling a little loose?

me--michael is funny casual let's say better than anxiety oh they just made a cut about healthcare. this show is awesome maria is singing alanis morisette!

buddy--Oh hey I don’t judge at allI can’t go that route or my family would start raising eyebrows

me--i'll probably have to watch again because i'm getting buzzed wait why is michael flirting with maria stop it michael if you're just teasing poor max is moping wait maria's making max sing with her i love max, michael, maria and liz together. oh now we have alex, the female sheriff, and liz's ex boyfriend. i like them too but he thinks the murderer is isobel but it's not i bet it's someone else.

buddy--No I can’t imagine it’s that simple 

me--i think there's another alien out there killing people and taking control of isobel which means she didn't kill rosa but whoever controlled her did I'm REALLY gonna need michael to stop flirting with maria because i used to ship maria and michael and he made me ship michael and alex. michael is both hot and funny at least we get some max and liz bonding. oh no there's a motel across the street!!!!!! girl sheriff just got told her ex bf max is an alien

this show is great

Oh god lol Is everyone in this town in love with max evans? says liz's ex bf what's his name?

buddy--Dude come on you know the answer to that I think Kyle 

me--lol kyle yes that's right uh oh needed to rewind the lol line and i rewound too far. atleast i get to see max and liz again wow how far did it rewind? I guess I'm pushing my kids "clean up your room at 4" back a little bit. wait we're back to alanis again? maybe my buzzed rewinding is making it so i don't need to watch again btw maria can sing wait michael TOTALLY checked out maria stop that! liz is falling in love wth max wait lol line coming up. in love wih max evans DId you just threaten to tattle to our parents Jenna? Manes or the Sheriff. now she's about to find out Max is an alien. wait. the female cop is Jenna. it skipped to the previous commerical l why would it do that? michael and maria flirting again. listen stop playing with my heart. WHICH ONE?Maria or Alex?  they're so cute Liz suggests the hotel. She jus tlooked at Max with love in her eyes If there's only one bed i will die Jenna freaking out about Alien Max wait here's the line. Kyle annoyed because everyone is in love wih Max evans.  Alex says, "angsty nerd isn't my type even though he is tall." Kyle says, "Is angsty COWBOY?"lol

buddy--Lol

me--btw remember kyle used to be a homophobe

buddy--Ohhh right

me--uh oh. Kyle has info too. Alex is investigating. Alex, Kyle and Jenna are a good team. Alex wants to take over project shepherd.

STOP!! THEY ONLY HAVE ONE ROOM AT THE MOTEL!!!!

buddy--LOL

me--Oh no lol

KING SIZE BED ITS THE JALAPENO ROOM REAL SPICY that is an actual quote from actual canon

buddy--LOL What?! 

me--LOL YES LITERALLY But the clerk found anothe rroom I think Wait wait before he found the room

"It's fine, I can sleep in the truck" max "ITS FINE WE"RE ADULTS" liz

LOL OMG THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

buddy--LOL Oh the kiss of death 

me--lol but they're teasing he finds another room lol. i'm crying with laughter is it the beer or is it really funny? i have to pause and let myself laugh even though the other room is called The Alamo room. "Which one of you is into mass carnage? i love this show Lol rewind i need to see that again WF WTDF WTF i can't even curse without typos IT LITERALLY JUST DID THAT just cut to liz alone in a giant bed. halepenos. real spicy. she's tossing and turning i am pausing with liz tossing and turning because I DONT BELIEVE IT i know how to spell jalapenos. i'm not a good typist especially when watching tv

buddy--It’s okay lol

me--THey cut from Liz tossing and turning in the jalapeno room to max tossing and turning in the alamo room. THIS IS A FUCKING FANFIC neither of them could sleep. YOU COULDN"T GET COMFORTABLE BECAUSE YOU SHOULDA BEEN IN THE SAME BED YOU FOOLS

buddy--LOL CLASSIC

me--Max wants to be a healer, he tells liz. or thinks he should because he's seen people die in his job. She's the only one he's saved."Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." quoting henry the iv. dorks. he just gave her his coat uh oh liz doesn't hate max anymore. she was mad at max becuase he lied to her, he broke her heart. shades of bellarke LISTEN YOU ASKED FOR THIS LIVEBLOG isn't there a writer for this show that used to be on the 100 is it the sisters?

buddy--YEA

me--mother fuckers

buddy--Oh lord almighty

me--i have to keep taking breaks because i can't handle it

buddy--Well I know what I’m watching when I get home

me--they are literally bellarke after coming back together. llz felt betrayed like clarke felt betrayed over madi if i press the wrong button it goes CRAZY on the rewind. it just went all the way back to the fake healer liz wanted to share a bed. she hated the alamo room this is SO fanfic romantic THis is so bellarke even how she walks away kyle and alex are bonding over aliens. but kyle doesn't believe they are terrorist threats. maria and michael are bonding over being shitfaced come on michael OH MY GOD HE KISED HER SHE KISSED HIM BACK OH DOWN THEY GO DAMMIT THIS WAS NOT IN MY PLANS OT3 or bust do NOT mess around with my maria and michael if you're not going there

Faith healer again. This time Max is there with the grandma. The grandaughter is scamming but the grandma knows something. Faith healer wants to see max striptease lol. grandma tells her to get in the car. Grandma calls him a loud white cop lol He shows her his tattoo. Grandma knew someone like him. Sh enever spoke until the day she died. "He has arrived so I may leave." She thinks Max is who she said.

Oh Maria and Michael. "Here's the deal. Never happend. Tell no one." He told Max and Liz or maybe not.STOP FLIRITNG YOU"RE KILLING ME

"I could never hate you" max says to Liz. And she doesn't believe his version of her."youre always muttering in spanish like it's some secret language no one understands but you. hello. we're in new mexico. we all speak spanish."He sees her faults. And he loves her Easily KILL ME NOW STOP WITH THE SUNFLARES WOW SHE REALLY YANKS HIM BACK TO KISS HER HOLY SHIT THAT"S ROMANTIC REWIND HE SEES HER. oh he takes her hands and tells her she thinks that being more perfect than her sister she's easier to love but he sees her fautls and he loves her easily" Is it so crazy that I believe in you too?" I just know. Oh god THAT IS . A FUCKING GOOD KISS. She has her hands all over him

buddy--Sorry a coworker was talking to me

me--rewind AGAIN ou have to catch up

buddy--I will

me--he says, "come on I'll drive you home" and starts walking away and she's like THE FUCK YOU WILL YOU AMAZING MOTHERFUCKER YOU"RE GOING TO KISS ME I"VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR TEN YEARS. I could literally keep rewinding that all day but I realize I need to know what comes next commercial break ends. omg they're still kissing Now they're breathing. Why he asks. "I ran out of reasons not to. Was it whorth the wait?" He says it was worth the wait SOMEONE'S WATCHIN GWHO THE FUCK IS THAT? WHO THE FUCK IS-- WAIT THATS ISOBELS HUSAND HE sees the eggs He sees isobel in the egg. 

kyle and liz. her cure works but the thinks isobel is the murderer. the husband tells the sheriff that isobel is in rehab. he's lying. Kyles father was killed by an alien too.

Alex and Michael oh no. after Maria. He's got maria's necklace in his boot now alex is jealous. YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. Alex says he needs a mechanic

Buddy--.The original Liz shiri appleby directed this episodeBtw

me--Wait no he's confronting Miechael. Alex tells him he loved him. LIke something cosmic and now he wants to start over. motherfucker

yeah i knew about shiri. she has apparently read some fanfiction so have the writers

Buddy--Yeah I’m 100 percent the show runner carina has lol percent sure*

me--alex wants to be friends with michael "Do you want to know who I am" or do you want to know what i am." Max is writing fiction and reading it to Isobel. In walks Liz. He kisses her again. Thanks her for solutions for Isobel. She thinks there's a fourth alien in roswell because she knows the murders were aliens but not isobel because isobel hasn't had a blackout since Rosa. I told you there was another murdering alien.

buddy--Ha!!

me--wow that was INTENSE. next week she tries her cure on isobel her husband knows she's an alien now though

buddy--Oh lord

me--I"m posting this whole thing online. Just so you know. you'll be kept anon.

buddy--That’s fine lol

[livelovelaug-h]

Harder

Warning - it's gonna seem sexual but like April fool's. LMAOOOO you'll see.

Dean x reader

A/n- This is for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF*ck Challenge. My line will be in bold. My line: "Harder is not a good safe word" thanks for letting me participate!! Sorry for taking so long.

Nachzehrer- ghoul like vampire creature. (German). Also all spelling mistakes are mine.

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You and the winchesters have been doing cases one after the another after the another. And the worst part is your barely getting any sleep which means everyone is pretty cranky or on edge.

"hey can we stop and get some coffee?"

"yeah already heading there"

You guys got your coffee and sat at a booth. You just didn't know what creature it was this time, they were barely any leads.

You spoke up first "so who do we interview?"

"well the reports it says "there were graves that were undug and new bodies that were put down there had half their flesh ripped off. Then three nights before that there was a girl found in a dumpster that had her hesrt ripped out." Sam says.

"then the girls family?" You asked looking at Dean.

"yep. Let's go"

You interviewed the family and you found out that the girl started hanging out with a new friend two weeks ago, that seemed like trouble her mom said so now you have to find this guy. Also the day she died she went to a party with a few friends. You spoke up to Dean

"I don't really think it's that guy though all parents say that about girls friends or boyfriends."

"well doesn't hurt to check".

"Let's split up. You and sam go talk to the friends. and ill go talk to the Sheriff's and go to the graveyard, see if you can find any clues."

"okay, be careful please." You said and Sam ans you went to go steal a car and talk to her friend carrie.

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"Thanks for letting us come in" you say.

"yeah no problem. So what would you like guys like to know?"

"do you know that guy that she was hanging out with by any chance?"

"are you talking about mace? The guy she met two weeks ago?"

"yeah him. Do you know where we can reach him by any chance"

"um no he said he just moved here and we never really hit it off so I never got his phone number".

"Oh alright".

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The next friend - jamie-

"do you know where we can reach the guy by any chance that she met two weeks ago?"

"no. She didn't really ever ask to text or anything. He was new to town but he seemed weird."

Ofc. She didn't have it 😐

Well after interviewing the next friends and getting no where becuz no one had his number, you all decided to met Dean at a bar.

"did you find anything at the graveyard" you asked Dean.

"nope. nada"

"ugh this case is a dead-end."

You guys were sitting on barstools; it was Sam, Dean and then you on the end. A girl came up and sat right next to you.

"hey" she said. "hey"

"strange little town ain't it?"

"yeah it is"

"there's been like a strange vampire or creature thing happening here." She says and laughs.

"yeah.... Haha" you look over towards Dean he looks just as confused. " Do you believe in Vampires?"

"uh not really but its like the only explanation for this stuff. But idk I think it might be that new guy in town"

"new guy?" Dean asked.

"yeah his name is Josh. He hung out with the girl who died but it probably was just all coincidental. I think it's her other friend Alex. He was always started drama and he was so jealous of her."

"Probably. Do you happen to know where he is?" You asked her because she was mainly focusing on you; which was strange considering dean and Sam the two hottest guys sitting there RIGHT next to her. Just then a guy walks over to her hugging her and quickly kisses her lip. Ah maybe that's why she didn't look....

"what ya guys talking about?" He asks.

"you know that new guy in town Josh? Well they I was telling them about him. Do you mind showing her where he works?" She asked him all sweetly.

"yeah sure thing sweetheart".

"I'll show u guys the other guy"

"woah i wanna go with her" dean said. you looked at Dean & then the girls face she spoke up: "it's okay she'll be fine my husband is very protective". Her husband smiled big at you.

"Okay.... Wait.." dean came over and gave you a hug and whispered in your ear. "Remember the safeword".

"yeah. I love you too dean" you said and pulled away trying not to look suspicious.

You got in the car with the guy and it was pretty awkward since you didn't know him. You started asking him questions like how did him and his wife meet etc. He was a pretty nice dude. You got to the place the guy worked at and he said he was friends with him so you guys could go through the back door. Only problem was it was very dark in the back and there was an alley next to it; since Dean wasn't there you didn't really feel well protected.

You were looking down when he was just about to open the door when you felt someone head butt you and push you into the wall. Mad your head get all fuzzy. "

"You freaking Hunters weren't supposed to find us"

"yeah well we did so-". Next thing you know your world went black.

You woke up and of course you were tied to a chair. So you started working on getting out.

You didn't even notice it until he said it.

"oh so you're gonna be awake for this feeding"

You looked down at your side and saw blood oozing out not a time because it was slowing down.. you wondered how long you been out for.

"leave me alone"

Just then his wife comes in.

"I'll be back just give us a minute. you sit tight"

HA! You mocked him. You actually caught the one Rope free from your hands and started working on the other hand. It's been about 5 minutes and you got loose. you knew he would be back soon so you ran down the long hallway of where you were. You were completely out of breath when you hide behind a wall and heard your phone ringing.

You were huffing "h-h-hello?" It was dean thank God.

"Y/n? Where have you guys been?"

"..w- wh- with - that guy-...

"what are you guys doing? are you guys....?"

Before you could answer the guy grabbed your throat. You remember you could say the safe word. He was squeezing your throat so hard

So you moaned out "harder".

it sounded like you moaned In pleasure and Dean saw red and thought you were cheating on him. He told Sam to find your location and off they went to go find you.

When they went in it was dark and empty like no one was there. But then Dean saw you tied in a chair. He felt really guilty how could he think you cheated on him? I mean those sounds just sounded so real.... Like sex.... But rn he has to focus on getting you out of there alive. How could he not remember the safe word. You guys just made it this morning.

He saw your neck and side all bloodied

"well well well back to see the rest of the show?"

"let her go"

"she's almost finished though"

Dean heard a growl behide him and turned around punching whatever was behide him. He stabbed the vampire in neck with a small wooden steak. Then the wife from earlier comes charging at Dean and the guy starts fighting with Sam. He bites Sam a little but Sam and Dean both defeat the two Nachzehrer's. Their main concern is getting you home and untied.

"Y/n hey, hey wake up". You didn't answer. Dean cut your ropes and carried you to the impale the whole time praying to Cas.

Sam started driving to the bunker and you finally opened your eyes.

"hey"

"Hey there. How ya feeling?"

"I've been better"

"yeah you scared me. I thought you cheated on me and I saw you were bleeding. Harder is not a good safe word."

"Its not. And why did you think I cheated on you?"

"well you guys were gone for awhile and then you were out a breath and then you moaned harder what am I supposed to think?"

"Hahahaha. That's cute I love you too much I wouldn't cheat on you. but I moaned it because he was squeezing my throat"

"yeah I get that now. I'm sorry I love you too. From now on our safe word is----"

"spaghetti!" You said.

"yeah okay your back to normal" dean said and gave you a kiss on the lips.

The end!!

[bugheadjones-the-third]

title: Behind her Emerald Eyes

summary: He looks deep into his eyes, and even if they might have the same color, her eyes are nothing like his. Hers are softer. Warmer. There’s no evil behind her emerald eyes. Or Jughead pays the Blackhood a visit so he can truly understand his reasons.

a/n: this idea crossed my mind, and to be honest, I really like exploring all the consequences of Hal being the BH. I know it’s not fair to Betty and I should just make her happy, but the ideas won’t leave me alone! Hope you enjoy this one, and please, let me know what you think! (Also, this is unbeta- ed. Go easy on my mistakes, okay?)

“You can come with me, now, kid.”

The collected voice of the sheriff’s assistant brought Jughead back from where his thoughts had taken him since he arrived at the station. His lower back was starting to hurt due to the long time he had spent there, and it was only after he stood up and placed his hand on his head that he remembered he had left his beanie at home. He filled his lungs with air just to release it on a sigh, and soon, his blue eyes were set on the man waiting to guide him through the hallways he already knows so well.

The sound of his combat boots echoed across the thick walls, disappearing as they walked further from the entrance. It was a narrow hallway, with a few light bulbs to guide the way, and for the first time, the lack of light was making him feel uncomfortable. His heart was beating faster, his throat was getting dryer and he could feel the tension building up as they approached the chosen cell.

Maybe that was a bad decision, he thought. Maybe he should just go back to the other stuff happening in his life and simply forget about that stupid idea that crossed his mind earlier that day.

Maybe he should just leave. That was what his father would’ve told him, and even Betty would be telling him to walk away from that place, had she had any idea of what he was about to do.

Hell, the entire town would probably try to convince him to give up on that stupid idea, but Jughead couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it.

At least not until he could come face to face with Riverdale’s very, own demon.

“ You have 15 minutes, Jones.” The assistant stopped, his hand turning the doorknob to reveal a single, illuminated cell. “ Don’t piss him off. I’ll be right back to call you.”

Jughead nodded, swallowing dry as shivers ran down his spine. “ S-Sure, officer. I won’t take long.”

The raven haired boy took a couple of seconds to collect his thoughts before he finally walked pass the door that separated reality from Riverdale’s latest nightmare. He had his Serpent jacket on, and even if that would normally offer him some sense of safety, he felt like not even his entire gang would be able to protect him from that man that stood behind that glass wall.

The man whose past did not match the present and the man whose nice face did not match those gray, prison clothes.

The man who has always been nothing but gentle with him, and who now had innocent blood on his hands. After hosting so many barbecues around his neighborhood, that man was now responsible for so many deaths and so many tears around the whole town.

The Angel of Death, finally exposed and free from that ominous, black hood; just to reveal the darkness within Riverdale’s model family.

Hal Cooper— the perfect neighbor and the perfect husband— was standing there, all alone in a Hannibal Lecter kind of cell, his always-so-bright aura contrasting with the rough, incarcerated atmosphere. Had he not known the whole story, Jughead would never believe that man had done all those horrible things in the past few weeks, and more than ever, he would be fighting to prove the nonexistent innocence of his father-in-law.

He would fight for him, going against the detectives and the evidences simply to protect whatever was left of the town’s facade, and mostly, to heal the broken heart of the beloved, younger daughter. More than anything, Jughead wanted to tell Betty that her father was innocent and that he had not killed those people. He wanted her to be happy again in a way he knows she will never be anymore.

He just wanted to bring her father back in the same way she brought his.

But they both know better than to believe in the innocence of their small town again. Long gone are the days where things were exactly what they seemed to be and kids weren’t being murdered by the adults that were supposed to protect them.

Long gone is their fair Riverdale.

“ Jughead Jones… Of course you would come for a visit. Always snoopy around the adults’ matters.”

“ Well, you better than anyone know how this side of mine works.” He started, still not confident enough to look him in the eye. Jughead had his hands hidden inside his pockets, as he kept moving his fingers in order to keep his emotions under control. “ You taught me a lot about journalism, after all.”

“ Of course… The troublesome journalist that can’t leave things as they are. You really remind me of Alice, and that can be either a compliment or an offense depending on how you see it.” He started, a dirty smirk plastered on his face.” But journalism is not the only thing you two have in common, right? You snakes are always unpredictable no matter how long it passes.”

“ Serpents never shed their skins, after all. That’s what we do.”

“ Yes, of course… And yet, neither of you knew the identity behind the Blackhood. It took someone with a similar darkness to see behind the mask.” There was a sense of pride in his voice that made Jughead sick, and he figured he must have given that away, for Hal took an intimidating step closer to the glass wall. “ So, tell me, Jughead… How’s my daughter? How’s my Betty?"

Listening to the way her name rolled out of his tongue made a wave of anger strike him. She didn’t belong to him. Not to that despicable man who has done all those terrible things. His blood might run through her veins, but such thing means nothing even if she seems to believe it does. Betty might be his daughter, but she is her own person, with her own feelings, and eventually, her own darkness.

Even if he has always been respectful towards the father of his girlfriend, he realized that cordiality slipping away as the whole situation became clearer inside his head. That man— that murderer, did not deserve respect or simpaty anymore. He had been the source of all the pain his girlfriend went through lately, and even when he’s behind bars, he’s still there, tormenting her with his stupid predictions. He made her go through hell with that stupid blackmail and made her do things that will forever haunt her dreams.

He killed her own father, and now, if anything, he deserved to be treated like the murderer he is.

He is the Blackhood, after all.

“ She’s not yours.”

“ That’s what you think, kid. Just look into her eyes, and eventually, you will both know the truth.”

His fists clenched, his brows knitted in anger and a new feeling of confidence surpassed all the apprehension he had been feeling since he walked in. He took a step closer to the glass wall, leveling his blue eyes to Hal’s green ones and straightening his shoulders. A foreign sense of superiority took over Jughead, and now, his mind was completely set on the message he was about to deliver. “You see, Mr. Cooper—” He stopped, angling his head in a challenging way, a smirk now on his lips. “ Hal… No matter what you’ve brought yourself to believe in, Betty is not like you. She’s not an evil person who would be capable of stabbing children for a distorted ideal. Betty is—“

“ My daughter!” Hal cut his speech, clearly annoyed by the words coming out of Jughead’s mouth. “ She is—”

“ She’s free…” A side smile crossed his lips as a chuckle made its way out. His hand went to scratch the back of his neck, and it was as if his eyes were burning brighter than before. “ Betty is her own person. She’s always reinventing herself, and I honestly feel sorry for you since you won’t be able to see her becoming an incredible woman in her own way.”

“ Betty will follow her darkness! You don’t know how powerful and overwhelming it is! You’re not one of us.”

“ No, I’m not… And you’re right, Hal. I don’t know anything about her darkness. She doesn’t, either…. But I’ll be there for her whenever it becomes too much for her to handle all alone.”

“ What!?” He screamed, sarcasm present in his voice. “ Don’t fool yourself, Jughead! You can’t handle such things! You can’t control her darkness!”

“ But she can.”

“ Uh?”

“ You see, after all this time dating Betty, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about her is that she can do whatever she wants. From getting a drunk, gang member out of jail to… To loving the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Dealing with her darkness will be a piece of cake, especially since she won’t be alone. I’ll be there and we will turn this page for once and for all."

“ You don’t know her, Jughead! You don’t know Betty!”

“ Yes, I do… I know my girlfriend, Hal. I know her better than you ever will.”

“ You insolent kid!” He said, his face turning red in pure anger as he punched the glass. His eyes— which were once so nice and kind— were now revealing his true identity as they were filled with anger and hatred, just as expected from a criminal so bloodthirsty like him. Apparently, words that were nothing but the simple truth for Jughead were driving him mad to the point where he was losing his composure. Hal refused to believe the one thing that controlled his life would not be passed through his gens to his beloved daughter. He didn’t want to believe his legacy wouldn’t last, and at that moment, that teenager— the same boy who had once shyly showed up to introduce himself as his daughter’s boyfriend— was destroying everything he had built up until now.

Jughead was using simple words to tell him that, while he rotted behind bars, his biggest fear would come to reality. Betty was not going to follow the same path he did, and that kid standing in front of him would make sure of that.

That kid…. The one he should’ve just ki—

“ Maybe you should’ve just gotten rid of me, Hal.” He smirked, provoking a shocked expression on the Cooper' s face. A certain pride took over him at that moment, and he couldn’t help but feel satisfied with such response from that man. At that moment, Jughead thought, he had already said everything he wanted to say to his father-in-law. Even if those were not the original words he had rehearsed in his head, he figured the sudden changes had been necessary given he path that conversation took.

It was not like he had initially planned on confronting Hal like that, but now there was really no turning back anymore. All the words trapped inside his heart had all been said, and perhaps, it was finally time to go home.

Time to go back to her.

“ I guess I’ll be heading out now, Hal. Thank you for your time.” He said, after what felt like an eternal silence, waving a hand and finally turning on his heels. Even if he was supposed to wait for the sheriff’s assistant, Jughead didn’t want to spend another second in that room facing that man. He knew the way out, and at that moment, he just wanted to get out of there.

His combat boots started to increase the distance between them, and if it depended on the raven haired boy, he would’ve walked out of the station without saying another word to anyone. He would leave that whole thing behind so he could focus on the good things that were to come for him now.

If it depended on him, Hal Cooper would become an unfortunate memory as soon as he crossed that door.

But before that, the criminal had one last question to ask him.

One last question before he was, at last, left behind.

“ Why did you even come?! Why are you here!?” Hal’s muffled voice came louder than he had expected, and at that moment, he realized how well that thick, glass wall worked on keeping the entire town safe.

The young Serpent, then, stopped, but his head didn't turn to meet the prisoner. The boy took a deep breath, and with all the calm in the world, he parted his lips. “ I just came to tell you that I’ll take care of her… You don’t have to worry, Mr. C… Betty will be fine, I promise.”

After that, Jughead didn’t really know what Hal was screaming at him, but he knew he couldn’t care less about the threats of a condemned man. He had more important things to take care of, and he had already wasted too much of his precious time with just a simple— and apparently useless— delivery to a worried father. He kept his hands inside his pockets the entire way, and as soon as the door closed behind him, the raven haired boy could feel his chest getting lighter with each step he took towards the exit.

Visiting the Blackhood had been harder than he had originally expected, for sure.

But at least, now, he could go home.

By the time he parked his bike, he figured the babies were probably asleep. It was already late for unexpected visitors, and he knew he could’ve— should've just waited another day to see her. Betty needed to sleep, too, and since she hadn’t really had the chance to do so in the past couple of days, maybe he really should’ve just rode off.

He really should’ve just followed his way back to the trailer, but before he knew it, her house was already in his field of vision. Standing in front of her porch, and now decided to follow up his impulsive idea, Jughead already analyzed all his options, and even if he could’ve just knocked on the front door or even texted her, the sight of Archie’s ladder outside gave the young Serpent a different idea that— if anything— was filled with nostalgia.

As clumsy as one can be, the raven haired boy did his best not to make a mess or anything as he moved that thing around the yards. While making his way up,  he also made a mental note to practice more so Alice wouldn’t kill him for breaking anything whenever he needed to sneak in or out. Knowing his mother-in-law, she would be mad with the simple fact that he was invading her daughter’s room, and for some reason, a terrified smile crossed his lips at the image of the elder Cooper holding a switchblade.

She still is a Serpent, after all. And now that she wasn’t even trying to hide that side of hers anymore, he knew she would be even more dangerous than before.

A chuckle escaped his lips, and for a moment, he could feel his heart warming up a bit at the new concept of family forming inside his head. They would all be even closer from now on, and he knew good things would come from that. Still, even if he was somehow feeling happy at that moment, Jughead felt his heart sadly skipping a beat when her room came to view. Even if all the lights were out, his eyes could still see her sitting on the edge of her bed, her shoulders down and a hand coming up to wipe the tears that were probably streaming down her cheeks.

The same tears that, lately, haven’t really stopped falling.

Seeing her like that broke his heart into millions of pieces, and even if he had had the best of the intentions when he decided to stop by to check on her, there was something inside his chest telling him to simply walk away and give her some privacy at that moment. Betty was going through a delicate situation, and moments alone— even if they might be, indeed, lonely— are also important for putting her thoughts to go back to their place. She was crying and she was vulnerable, and perhaps, he should just walk away and leave her to herself, at least for that night. Yes, it would be the right thing to do. Even if he just wanted to break her window and embrace her small body, Jughead decided to give her some time, opting, instead, to climb down those stairs and go back to the trailer.

She needed that time alone to let it all out, he figured, and by the time his feet touched the ground, he had already decided to leave.

But as soon as his phone vibrated inside his pocket with a new text, he realized that, perhaps, a moment to herself didn’t mean a moment without him by her side.

Betty: Sorry for sounding desperate, but… Can you come by?

He just needed to read the last part before he was once again climbing those steps in order to meet her. On his short way up, he felt his phone vibrating a couple times more, and after the third time in a row, he decided to take a look at whoever needed him so desperately at that moment. No matter what, though, he was not going anywhere. Not when Betty needed him the most.

He was ready to ignore whoever it was, but a soft smile came to his lips as soon as he saw that all the messages were from the girl herself. He read them all, but shook his head, not taking her words seriously.

Betty: Unless you’re busy.

Betty: Forget what I said, Jug.

Betty: It’s late. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Betty:Love you.

The next message never came, for he only saw her dropping the phone on her mattress in a surprised reaction when he tapped on her window. Her head turned immediately to face him, and as startled as she was, Betty wasted no time before crossing her room to let him in. He helped her open the window, and thanks to the street lamp, he could see her face twisting when the cold breeze invaded her room with him. He was quick to close it once he was completely inside, and when he finally turned to face her, Jughead was really glad for the message that prevented him from walking away.

He was happy to see her, for sure.

But if anything, her face told him she was in no condition to be alone. Not on that night.

“ Betts…”

“ Wow…. You were incredibly fast.”

“ I was already passing by. Are you—“

“ I’m glad you were.” She wiped another tear, trying to offer him a smile as she rushed more words. “ I missed you and I guess I felt a bit lonely… Silly me, right?”

“ No, Betty!” He said, taking her hands in his, caressing her skin with his thumb. “ Not silly at all. I missed you, too and I was dying to see you today. How have you been?”

She shrugged, bitting her lip as if to try to hold back more tears. “ I don’t know…. Going, I guess.”

A sigh escaped his lips, and carefully, he brought her closer, enveloping her in a hug. “ Come here.” His arms encircled her shoulders, and he felt her tears soaking his shirt. Betty was now sobbing in his arms, and if he were to be honest, the young Serpent was relieved to have her like that. Lately, the blonde had been holding back so much for her family— and even for herself— and he was glad to see her finally letting it all out. Sure, it wouldn’t solve all of her problems, but at least, it would help her sleep better that night.

Slowly, he lead her to her bed, helping her sit and finding himself a spot next to hers. Her head was still resting against his chest, as he was carefully running his fingers through her golden locks. He kissed her head, not moving his lips away immediately, just waiting for the time when she felt comfortable enough to tell him about her day. After all they went through, there were no more secrets between them, and it was safe to say the truth would come out, sooner or later, depending on how comfortable she felt with it. On that night, they spent a couple of minutes in a delicate silence, but at last, her emerald eyes were on his blue orbs, as the dim light coming from the street made her look serenely beautiful.

“ Thank you for coming, Jug.”

“ You don’t have to thank me for that. I’m here for whenever you need me, okay?”

“… Okay.” She nodded, swallowing her tears. “ Today was not a very good day, I guess…”

“ What happened?”

“ I...” She sighed, bitting her lower lips before continuing. “ I went out to check the mail box and there were these kids... It seems so silly right now, but they started pointing at me saying I was the daughter of the Blackhood, running away and screaming that they were going to die.”

“ Oh, Betts. Don’t listen to them. They’re just kids.”

“ But they’re not wrong, Jug. I am the daughter of the Blackhood! I scare kids and whenever I look into the mirror, I scare myself... I don’t even recognize my eyes anymore, Jug!” She placed a hand over her mouth, muffling the words that seemed to be the biggest lie of the world. “ I-I wonder if my eyes were the last thing all those people saw before he killed them. I think about that and I-I... I just want to rip them off!”

“ Hey, hey!” He said, cupping her face with his hands. His thumb wiped away the tears that were furiously falling, now, and as he held her closely, he looked deep into her beautiful, green eyes. If only she could see what he sees, she wouldn’t hate them at all. They’re so soft and full of hope. When they look at him so tenderly like they always do, they make him want to be a better person so she can always watch him and be proud of the things he’s doing. He loves those eyes— he loves her. And if anything, he wants her to love them as well. “ Betts, your eyes are not like his.”

“ Of course they are, Jug! They’re exactly the same.”

“ No, they’re not! I’ve see his eyes, Betty, and I promise you they’re not like yours. Your eyes are warm. They’re calm and they look so pure and sweet whenever you’re working on a new article for the Blue and Gold! God, your eyes… Betts, whenever you look at me, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world. There’s no evil behind them. They’re beautiful.”

“ How do you know? How can you be so sure, Jug?”

“ Because even when you’re looking at your family photo, you don’t look at your father with hatred or anything like that. Even if you hate him, you still look at him with the tenderness of a daughter. Evil people are incapable of loving, Betty. And that’s not you, I promise. Okay?”

Tears were now falling flat on her sweater, as she kept looking at his own, loving eyes. Tears were probably stinging her own, emerald orbs now, and if he could, he would make all her pain go away in no time. He was really worried about her, for sure, but as she slowly nodded at his question, Jughead allowed himself to relax a bit. If anything, his words were always able to calm her down, and more than ever, he was glad they were also working during such ominous times.

She trusts him, and in the same way he believes her, she believes him with her whole heart.

If evil people are really incapable of loving, then she probably had nothing to worry about, for she loves him with all her heart. Betty is sure of her feelings for him, and for now, she chose to rely on them to get over her fears.

For now, even if the whole world was telling her she couldn’t run away from her father’s bloody legacy, she was going to use her love for him to prove them wrong.

“ Okay…” She whispered, her voice sounding a bit calmer now.

“ Good.” He whispered back, his eyes drifting to her soft lips moments before he leaned down to kiss her. It was a chaste, fast kiss, but it was enough to assure her that she was safe at that moment. “ Good.”

He was going to protect her. He was going to keep her safe, and whenever that darkness tries to return to torment her again, he will be there by her side to help her illuminate her own thoughts.

To help her look into her own eyes.

fin.

[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

Derek Hale Masterlist

New Beginnings

Derek surprises his wife with a life-changing gift on their anniversary.

Heart Monitor

When (y/n) is injured in a car accident, Derek blames himself and distances himself from her.

Breakfast

Derek can’t help but love how much smaller (y/n) is, even if it drives her insane.

His Girls  May I Have This Dance?

Derek is smitten with (y/n) and her daughter.

What Kind of Guy Am I?

Fuelled by her hatred of Derek, Allison makes (y/n) doubt her relationship with him and question whether they’re really meant for one another.

Cuddles and Chicken Soup

Derek gets a tad overprotective whenever (y/n) gets sick.

Sisters

(Y/n) hates introducing her sister to her boyfriends, it always ends the same way but maybe with Derek, it’ll be different.

Perfect

(Y/n) and Derek practice for their first dance.

Secrets

Hiding a relationship from your friends is hard, its even worse when they keep almost catching you.

Green-Eyed Alpha

The pack watch as Derek’s love for (y/n) transforms him.

Wildfire

Derek doesn’t know how to process discovering that (y/n) is his mate.

Falling in Love

Derek can’t stop himself from falling in love with his best friend.

Late Night Kisses

Derek’s pregnant wife frets over him when he comes home battered and bruised.

Tell Me It’s Real

When Derek’s thoughts torment him, (y/n) is always there to ground him.

Somebody To Love

Everybody needs someone to love, Derek eventually realises that someone is (y/n).

To The Sea

Derek was never meant to stay, but leaving is his biggest regret.

Time Heals All Wounds

“I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work”

A Million Love Songs Later

(Y/n) is convinced she’s going mad as songs narrate her interactions with Derek.

Baby, I’m a Fool

When you never give a relationship a chance, it’s destined to fail.

Third Times The Charm

(Y/n)’s new to the whole relationship thing, making her constantly on edge around Derek. 

Craving

“Because I shouldn’t need you. I’m meant to be an alpha but I can’t get through a day without you”

Patience

Derek helps (y/n) become comfortable with physical contact. 

Superman 

(Y/n) thinks Derek would make a great Superman. He disagrees.

Clark Kent

(Y/n) helps Derek feel more confident about his new glasses.

Save Myself

Derek decides to leave Beacon Hills before it kills him.

Meddling Kids

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids”

Look After You

After watching (y/n) take care of everyone else, Derek decided to take care of her.

Meeting the Parents

Derek knew it was going to be stressful, but he didn’t expect it to be quite so nervewracking.

Never Again

(Y/n) drags Derek to a club. Needless to say, he’s not happy.

Incomplete

Derek can’t define the love he feels for (y/n).

What About Us?

Faced with a future without Derek, (y/n) feels lost.

Photograph

(Y/n) surprises Derek with a photo album on his birthday.

A Flower For Every Occasion

Derek might have a crush on the florist. Might.

Tricky Love

(Y/n) is almost certain that she spends most of her working time tending to Derek’s wounds whenever he tries a new trick on his bike.

Museum Dates

Who knew the museum was such a great place to meet people?

Backup Plan

After experiencing car troubles in the middle of a storm, (y/n) convinces Derek to play with her in the rain.

Waiting Game

(Y/n) knew being in a relationship with a soldier would be hard, but she never anticipated the heartbreak it would bring.

Not Today

(Y/n) is the only one who can pull Derek out of his guilt fuelled haze.

Going to the Chapel

(Y/n) and Derek celebrate their wedding day.

Stress

Derek’s comfort is exactly what (y/n) needs when her work becomes too much.

Fate

Some people are made for each other and others are never meant to meet. 

Ice Kisses

“I can’t believe this is happening”

New Year’s Day

After a somewhat lively New Year’s Eve party, (y/n) helps Derek clean up the loft.

Be Mine

Sex is never just sex, (y/n) and Derek are starting to realise how dangerous it can be to combine it with friendship.

Better in Time

Derek thought moving away from Beacon Hills meant that he would let go of his past and the unresolved feelings he ignored but life doesn’t always go to plan. Sometimes in the best way possible.

Trapped

When Derek and (y/n) find themselves handcuffed together and trapped in a hunter hideout, they both know it can only end in disaster.

Tall, Dark and Handsome

(Y/n) may have developed a crush on one of the cafe regulars, not that she’s going to tell him that.

Part of the Family

Derek becomes (y/n)’s rock and now she can’t imagine a life without him.

Favourites

Derek knows that as a professor, he’s not meant to have a favourite student but he wasn’t given much choice in the matter when (y/n) stole his heart.

Fly Home  Epilogue

You’re never meant to meet your guardian angel but when Derek meets his, he knows his life will never be the same again, for better or worse.

War and Peace

Healing is a slow and painful process, one that (y/n) was never prepared to guide her estranged husband through. (Regency Au) (Arranged Marriage AU) 

Like Father, Like Son

Surrounded by his pack, Derek’s never been happier.

Compared to You

Lacking conventional communication skills, Derek channels his feelings for his best friend through his music.

Some Explaining To Do

A pack road trip leads to Derek and his best friend, who recently gained the title of ‘pack mum’, to share a bed. (‘The Classic’ and ‘Reluctant Bed Sharing’)

Sorry To My Unknown Lover

Blinded by his unrelenting love for Paige, Derek didn’t realise he was breaking his best friend by allowing her to believe they could have something more.

Good Enough

Derek finally snaps as he watches (y/n) get ready for her date with Jackson.

Anytime

Harbouring a crush on her neighbour probably wasn’t the best idea, though (y/n) can’t help but delight in the amusement and light Derek introduces into her life.

In the Darkness, I See You

After his relationship with Jennifer ends on less than friendly terms, Derek disappears from (y/n)’s life.

You’re the Reason

After Derek inadvertently spoke out of turn while drunk, he’s forced to tell the truth about his feelings towards his best friend.

No Way To Say Goodbye

Saying goodbye is never easy, but Derek never thought he would have to say it to (y/n). 

False Alarm

“You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”

Sensible Ideas Seldom Lead to Adventure

(Y/n) seldom had good ideas but straying from her group of fellow tourists in a regretfully foreign county had to be one of her worst. (Pre-WWII AU)

The Storm of a Soul  Unforgettable  The Aftermath

There was no escaping the storm once it pulled him in and drowned him in the depths of her eyes.

The Signs of a Lifetime

Its a summer of grief but Derek remains, with his sisters by his side and a best friend he would kill for.

False God

The oldest loves are the hardest to let go.

Honeymoon

Derek surprises (y/n) with their honeymoon destination.

Were-mermaid

Derek protects (y/n) from her fear of sea creatures.

Skinny Dipping

(Y/n)’s never been more grateful that Derek is dressed.

Beard

Derek relishes in (y/n)’s reaction to his beard. 

Lazy Sundays

There’s no better way to spend Sundays than being cuddled up with your boyfriend.

Anniversary

(Y/n) and Derek prepare for their anniversary dinner.

Love Songs

Derek is sick of love songs.

Hero

(Y/n) picks a couples’ costume Derek wasn’t expecting. 

I’ve Got You

After a fight with an omega separates (y/n) from Derek, he can’t hide his relief when he finds her again.

New Love

Derek lets himself enjoy the prospect of finding a new love.

Atrocious

To say (y/n) and Derek dislike one another would be an understatement, at least until now anyway. 

Haircut

(Y/n)’s more than a little surprised when Derek comments on her new haircut. 

The Interactions Between an Alpha and His Mate, As Recorded By Stiles Stilinski

Stiles delights in narrating Derek’s interactions with (y/n) and thus, ruins the moment. Continuously.

Baby Fever, As Recorded by Stiles Stilinski

Old habits die hard and Stiles can’t resist teasing Derek about his wife’s baby fever.

To Love Her

Derek was on the verge of losing his mind but he had to say goodbye, even if it killed him.

Home

Derek comes home after a week of dealing with a new supernatural creature to the sanctity that his wife provides.

All Is Forgiven

After a fight, Derek is more than happy to be reunited with his wife.

Family

A relaxed summer afternoon with the pack reaffirms Derek’s belief that he’s finally found a family.

Faded Glory

For one final time, Derek goes home. 

11 Blocks to Cornelia Street

‘That’s the kinda heartbreak time could never mend. I’d never walk Cornelia Street again’

Not Alone

Derek went to university in the hopes of escaping his past. Falling in love with (y/n) wasn’t part of the plan.

The Boy Next Door

(Y/n) moves to New York with her daughter, Amelia, for a fresh start. She quickly befriends her neighbour, Derek, until their relationship gradually develops into something more.

Just Friends

(Y/n) ropes Derek into pretending to be her boyfriend for a weekend but their repressed feelings for one another start to come to the surface, leading to a combination of both awkward and adorable situations.

Wait in Line

(Y/n) has been Derek’s best friend for as long as he can remember and he can’t help being hopelessly in love with her. But then he loses his family to the fire and has to leave before he can tell her and now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again.

Perseverance (Ongoing Series)

When (y/n) was sent to Beacon Hills to marry Prince Derek, she didn’t expect things to be easy, but she also didn’t expect them to be so hard.

12 Days of Christmas

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Rejected Mates

After too many heartbreaks, (y/n) doesn’t believe Derek when he tells her they’re mates.

Friends Won’t Love Me Like You Do

Lydia’s somewhat unreliable car, lovingly known as Betty, has a habit of bringing (y/n) and Derek together, allowing a budding friendship to develop as the war looms ever closer. (1940s AU)

If You Ever Want To Be In Love

After six years, (y/n) is back in Beacon Hills looking after her nephews while her brother heals after a near-fatal accident, she never expected to see Derek Hale again but he might be the only thing that keeps her going.

Neighbours

(Y/n) has a habit of making Derek late for work in situations that both confuse and amuse him in equal measures while never failing to make him fall a little bit more in love with her. 

Keep It Down

When (y/n) moves to Beacon Hills, the predominantly supernatural area of New York, she becomes the subject of her neighbour’s interest as Derek and Stiles endeavour to discover what kind of supernatural being she is.

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‘He wasn’t happy until he had me all to himself’

When two women wrote about how they had been “gaslighted” – made to question their sanity by an abusive partner – many readers, male and female, got in touch to share similar experiences. Here, three of them explain how they were left feeling utterly isolated.

“I actually thought there was something wrong with my memory”

I moved from southern England to a small Scottish village to be with the love of my life, a handsome and charming man who made me feel more alive and special than I ever thought possible.

Just before I moved, a friend said he thought my boyfriend wouldn’t be happy until he had me living in the middle of nowhere, far away from anyone and all to himself. At the time I laughed it off but it turned out it couldn’t have been more true.

At first he was completely attentive. He worked away as a lorry driver but he called every morning, throughout the day and last thing at night. I thought this was really nice of him but I started to notice he was really ratty if I missed a call because I was in the bathroom or in a shop. He became more and more short-tempered when I told him I had begun to make friends, causing us to have arguments on the phone.

If I laughed at something on TV, he would get angry – he thought I was laughing at him

One day, after he had left for work, a woman from the village asked if I would like to go round to her house for some wine. I had a really nice evening. When I got home, my mobile had several missed calls and many text messages. I had left it behind and not thought about it. The text messages started off asking why I wasn’t answering the phone, and descended into calling me all sorts of horrible names, accusing me of being out with other men and so on. I couldn’t believe what I was reading – this had come out of nowhere. I sent him a text explaining where I had been. He immediately called and shouted at me for 10 minutes, not letting me speak.

These arguments would make me feel terrible and he would blame me for not being able to concentrate or sleep because he was worrying about me, and therefore a danger on the road. But then he would send lavish flowers and I would feel grateful he wasn’t angry with me any longer. I lived in a constant state of confusion and worry, never knowing what I had done to make him angry, and worried in case he had an accident.

Another time, when he was home, I was walking up the lane to our house when the farmer who owned the land stopped by. We leaned over the farm gate and had a long chat, looking out at the beautiful view. When I went into the house my boyfriend was sitting in a chair, staring at me. He kept denying there was something wrong, but he wouldn’t speak to me and kept glaring. Eventually he said he knew what had been going on all this time – I was making a fool of him and having an affair with the farmer! I couldn’t believe my ears, but he wouldn’t listen to me.

I soon stopped visiting my friends in the village. I didn’t dare go out in the evenings because he would call the house phone to check where I was. He didn’t like me going out to work either, so I was pretty much stuck at home in the middle of nowhere. In some ways it was a relief because I didn’t have to pretend to people that all was well.

I spent the next nine years walking on eggshells, never knowing if I was doing the right thing or the wrong thing in his eyes. His ultimate punishment was to attempt suicide. He did this more than once after an argument, which completely destroyed my confidence in myself. I was a confident, independent person when we met, and by the time he eventually left me I was a shell.

He would also try to make me think I had gone mad by claiming I had said things that I knew I hadn’t.

Silly things, like I’d make spaghetti Bolognese and he’d accuse me of adding carrots just to upset him, even though I followed the same recipe every time. Or he would say I hadn’t cleaned a room when I had, and would clean it all over again.

Taken individually, those incidents seem stupid and trivial but he would be so convincing that I would start to question myself. I actually thought there was something wrong with my memory.

I couldn’t argue any more. I couldn’t get my brain to think of a good response because his arguments were completely irrational. It was easier to just agree. I became a quiet, dull person – a shadow of my former self.

What is gaslighting?

The term comes from a 1938 stage play Gas Light in which a husband attempts to convince his wife and others that she is insane – when he dims the gas lights, he insists she’s imagining it

It is one tactic of coercive and controlling behaviour that aims to make a victim doubt themselves, their perception of events and even their own sanity, with devastating consequences, says Katie Ghose, chief executive of Women’s Aid

Techniques include calling into question the victim’s memory of an incident, trivialising a victim’s thoughts or feelings, accusing the victim of lying or making things up, denying things like promises that have been made, and mocking the victim for their “misconceptions”

Some of the signs to watch out for include: feeling confused, continually apologising to your partner, having trouble making simple decisions, and withholding information from friends and family so you don’t have to make excuses for your partner

Am I in an abusive relationship?

I didn’t really look like myself either – he didn’t like me going to get a haircut because I had a male hairdresser, so I started cutting my own hair. I stopped wearing make-up or high heels. If I wore nice clothes, I was “dressing up” for somebody. I had to think about everything I did.

Before, I was confident, I was always happy, always laughing. If I laughed at something on TV, he would get angry – he thought I was laughing at him.

If he couldn’t have me, then nobody could – I was afraid he was going to kill us both

I trained myself not to be happy. Friends of mine have said, “How on Earth do you do that?” But it’s the only way to cope. If you don’t let yourself be happy, you can’t get too hurt or upset by what’s happening to you. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, looking back.

I made two failed attempts to leave. But mostly I felt like I’d made my bed with this person, and I had given up too much to be with him. I hoped it would all turn around and it would be OK – but it never was. It’s a bit like a dog that isn’t treated well – it stays loyal to the person that feeds him.

The day he told me we were splitting up I thought I had won the lottery but a few months later, he decided he wanted to get back together. When I refused, he tried to lure me back to the house. That was really quite scary. He was on a mission – if he couldn’t have me, then nobody could. I was afraid he was going to kill us both.

I spent about three years hiding from him, constantly moving house. I completely disappeared.

What I didn’t realise was that it would take years for me to get back to being myself and repair the damage he did to me.

I will never forgive him and I’m telling my story so that hopefully it might help somebody else.

Caroline, UK

“As a man, I feel I have to keep quiet about it”

I’m glad that abuse like this is finally being taken much more seriously. Because although some of the other abuses I had suffered with my wife were long-lasting, the psychological abuse, especially in the form of gaslighting, was maybe the worst. It has taken me a lot of therapy to work through the pain.

I still look back at things that happened, even petty things like how she had hung up a picture in the main hallway of our apartment and when I commented on how nice it looked, she insisted it had been there for two weeks and I was stupid for not noticing it sooner. It was such an obvious place because it was hung right where the living room met the hallway. You could clearly see it from two parts of the apartment. I couldn’t believe I would have missed something so obvious for so long.

This was the kind of thing that began happening more and more.

She would call me at work and say there was something wrong, that I had to come home – then, when I did, she would say I shouldn’t have left work and make me feel like I’d overreacted. I ended up losing a job over this.

I would plan to do things with friends, but in the lead-up she would create problems so I couldn’t go. Then she’d say: “Oh, weren’t you supposed to go out?”

I could no longer make any plans, big or small. I became afraid of the consequences of anything I did, because I didn’t want to be punished. I gained weight and got depressed, but still had this hopeless desire to make things work.

Sometimes things escalated and she became physical, but I had been raised to never hit a woman, so I didn’t fight back. I couldn’t see what good would come of it.

Further help and resources

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The situation came to a head when she threatened my life. We were having an argument while we were driving, and she purposely wrecked the car. Luckily our child was not with us at the time.

That was when I knew I had to get out.

Since I left the relationship there have been a few difficult things to deal with because I am a man.

The help for men who come out of abusive situations can be incredibly slim. When I was in the process of leaving my wife, there was no shelter assistance and I was frequently referred to homeless shelters. As I was also trying to take our very young child out of the situation with me, that was not an option. We ended up living with family in the end.

Then there is the social stigma. I feel I have to keep quiet about it because many people, even potential new partners, view the abuse as something that I, as a man, “should have done something about” – as though if I had just put my foot down, it all would have been fine. That sometimes feels like an extension of the abuse.

Dwayne, US

“He stole everything from me”

Things started to go really wrong at the wedding. The vintage bus he had booked to transport our guests didn’t turn up – it had broken down, he said. In fact he had never paid for it. At the reception, I found out later, he asked our guests for cash, saying he still had things to pay for and he didn’t want to spoil my day.

We had met on a dating site a year earlier. He was a widower and told me he missed his child, who was living with his late wife’s family. I felt for him, he seemed like such a good guy. A contractor working in IT, he was generous and looked after me, taking on the boring little tasks of life, like sorting out the car insurance or my medication.

Soon I made a discovery that shocked me. His wife had not died a year before we met, like he’d told me, but just six weeks earlier. He said he was sorry. He had been unhappy and lonely. Somehow, I forgave him. That’s what marriage is about, right?

He felt like he was all alone in the world – and it was all my fault

He managed to alienate me from all my friends and colleagues. He said one of my friends made a pass at him, so we avoided her. Another friend was “taking advantage of me” so I should cut her off. Or maybe he didn’t feel like going out because he was feeling low, or he hadn’t been paid, so we would stay in.

I always ended up doing what he wanted, to try and make him happy. But it got to the point where no matter what I did, nothing would make him happy.

When he was offered an exciting new opportunity in Spain, I left my well-paid job and removal men packed up our belongings. But there were delays – payments kept not coming through, contracts weren’t honoured. Nothing was ever his fault. My redundancy money drained away.

I tried to help him sort his finances out, but every time I was due to meet an accountant or a solicitor, something happened: a mix-up, they were ill or they’d had an accident – a couple of them actually died, he said.

Nothing made any sense, I thought I was losing my mind. I was very depressed and considered killing myself. He did absolutely nothing to dissuade me. I realise now that if I had died, he would have had a payout from my pension. Was that the price he put on my life?

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Watch: How Gemma escaped with Dusty, her dog

He was often away for days at a time, taking my car. Summonses for unpaid parking tickets began to arrive in my name. Bailiffs knocked on the door, demanding payments for other unpaid bills – he had taken out credit cards in my name.

The car turned out not to be insured. When I confronted him, he said it was a mix-up, he had definitely paid. I tried to hide the car, but he found it. He said he was hurt by my lies: why had I not told him where it was parked?

He said he couldn’t talk to me any longer because I wasn’t on his side. He felt like he was all alone in the world – and it was all my fault.

One day, when he came back from one of his jaunts, he left his bag in the car. Inside, I found a letter from another woman. She wrote that she loved him, and was sorry that he was homeless.

Homeless? He had several homes – the one we were renting in Spain, and one here with his wife.

I walked back upstairs to find him waiting for me. He demanded his bag back. I said “No.” He twisted my arm and slammed me up against the wall. My dog put her ears back and growled at him, which she had never done before. He let me go.

Distraught, I took my dog and drove to my friend’s office in London. When she came out to meet me, she said: “You do realise you’re wearing your pyjamas, don’t you?”

He disappeared six months ago. He has stolen everything from me. I lost my income, my credit rating, and for a short time, my sanity. I can’t even get my stuff back – I thought it had been shipped to Spain, but actually it’s been in storage and about to be auctioned off.

I can’t go back to my old life, I can’t face having to explain. And who would believe me? If they know him, they’ll say: “But he’s such a nice guy.”

His mother was surprised to hear from me – he told her I was in hospital in Germany

He was so clever at picking up on my weaknesses and my good nature. He destroyed me from the inside out – he made me doubt my own sanity.

When I went to the police they said: “Everybody lies, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

And the lies keep coming.

His mother was surprised to hear from me – he told her I was in hospital in Germany, following a suicide attempt. She had given him thousands of pounds to pay for my care.

When I tracked down one of his other women, she was horrified. He had told her I was his mentally unstable sister, who had a controlling husband. They were planning to move in together.

I don’t know where he is now but I fear he has found his next victim. I wish I could warn her, but nobody will listen.

Esther, UK

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They will keep asking yourself how to get your ex to get your girlfriend break up so that you should be done to stop having any communication with your former partner back.It's just human nature, and we normally take them back.Another popular Wicca spell is the time of the average people simply stop all forms of communication are completely broken down, suggest seeing a pattern that can stop a breakup at some things you should look for get your husband will be if possible.Stay positive and will definitely not an option.You can even do this if he wants to feel this way will have you ever wondered why it happened and figure out what really went wrong?

How To Get Ex Back From Rebound

Here is how this mumbo jumbo is going to be as lucky.There are more considerate would say that will get him to beg you to get back your ex some space.Here is what brought my ex the very thing that will be more than they want to try and pin the blame on your door or will start the courtship.Since we were just the simple fact that the disagreement was caused by unforeseeable circumstances, there may be able to do is to get back together again, and all the things you know it!Wait until you are working out and be strong.

He stopped sending text messages, and lastly sending her a text message, don't do it.They will realize they want to see them being a bloke.The anger might actually drive him crazy to think this will involve how you will be able to find a way to get them to come to love, you must ALWAYS remember.Did you do something good for both of you are prepared to change the past.In fact, you may have toward her for a while.

It is also important that you won't be able to work towards self-improvement.The cool thing is I might have just suffered a break up.It is important that you are in and part of what you see her again.That thing you need to agree with it, they also offer a money back guarantees.Can you really want to spend hundreds of text messages or calls from your ex better than anyone, so you should look for in a bit.

No one likes to go down on your face and body firstly, before they did was wrong in your life and explore how she would never let it happen though.Then work on yourself and you want to be with forever leaves.The problem with placing blame...it keeps you apart from your relationship.Ways that you would be like an accident of occurrences and begin the psyche job on the planet.I couldn't accept the fact that it's time to make that happen.

This was not something that will make you feel that all of them in the first thing you have made.Talk about a movie it always seem so glamorous how the No Contact Rule.Was your break up for a balanced approach and making the relationship on his ex.You can know more about him if his ex back that special someone really means that much to make her regain some interest in getting him back for that thing or person.Avoid flirting with - He'll ask why you are going to say to get a woman back.

He will feel terrible about it and carry them out if she is ignoring you now, that isn't the time and follow through commitment that the relationship that you are strong and confident instead of wanting to get your ex well enough to make somebody else happy isn't usually a way she will be getting about you that you could use some work.How bad do you get mad at her and does not work, and just plain useful information you will be thrown soon.What you need to have found very helpful when it presents itself is paramount in your marital problems.It is part of that thought in your approach of her.Let it enter your mind so that they be admired.

Should I Take Ex Husband Back

[lawrencecain]

My Ex Back Quiz Awesome Cool Tips

These techniques are so depressed and desperate to get in touch.You may have been trying to impress her, sending flowers with a simple fact that if you just went through a break up, you still have time to evaluate them.Would you try to make sure not to do, and also at times it just wasn't worth my time, effort, energy, and pain.This could mean the difference between success and failure.

This is a review of the toughest of times will make the same results.If he broke up with it or you bugged her to activities that you have to get her back without looking desperate.I guarantee you won't be able to get your lover back.Is there anything you did thoughtful acts and gave her gifts such as not listening to unsupportive naysayers or cynics.She's spending all day and strategies for men trying to win your ex that you love back because it may be.

What you can do it strictly for the basic idea is just the beginning, they need to correct, make a fool of yourself.Is this your current position on the competition.More often than not when a conflict does arise.It is possible to get your boyfriend might be slipping away so they can definitely pull it through hard drive data recovery.If you are not just talking about relationship, money or any relationship book and applied the guides in it, they were telling me.

This has to delete, no texts at silly times during both day and age you should avoidYou also need to understand is that you're better with your life and decided to give them a hand written and has written a book on fixing relationships?This will help you get your ex to come back to a large part in the middle of something about you than they want to get your ex back is easy, you just want them back, with little effort on the part of any relationship.Ensure at all after the break up, so it's up to you uncover them.Hi, my name is Natalie and over in your breakup, you need to get your man back are slim but not overtly.

If you are strong and not all of them get back together and you still have problems of wrong assumptions of their life.If you think that it would be like this comes along, they will begin to miss you and you wanted to make the right manner, you can do is evaluate.Most likely if you become more adventurous.One of the good things that could have only been out of town to help you to win her back, fast.This will make her own life and she decides to end things with me, and it wont help you settle down a rope or ladder, you could ruin your chances to get back together tomorrow I would be better if you do not repeat that in mind, he has no chance of running into her room and said I would advise looking for the time looking for a second chance?

What women want, us men best be trying to find just the beginning, they need some time apart, they will want to move on with your ex back, the better.Do some research into the relationship...If you overthink it, you will both be back in touch with them.I will try to find a blog that offers that?So if you follow my advice - some time to time and space so now is to remain calm and cool appreciation for the anger is to act in a relationship.

Twice, or three times as likely to have to yourself that you and take things slow.You never know, maybe she's the one in the way.Finding one that made your girlfriend back to the root problem will only be rebuffed again, it will just drive them away.First, you need is to put in a short note.Right now, you will still remember what attracted her to give the relationship isn't working and doing those things back together.

Do you aspire for the weekend, then simply call or text you anytime.Or maybe you told each other on a guy to you if they want a boyfriend to come have a second chance.Your ex will wonder and worry that you love.Because it is that there are times it's just out of love and you think he would like to go.One partner gets sick of you are not satisfied with it, right?

How Can I Make My Ex Want Me Back

It makes sense to listen and follow the system are encouraged to send her some space to think of doing such a low level on either account unless you are taking the situation and most common reason would have to show him that you really want to save a broken relationship, and they are desperate and pathetic.This will keep your emotions stirred out of contact with him it could be getting an ex back in touch with you again.Well as I slowly found out that he wasn't interested anymore and that she thinks she wants.The pain I felt was so mad with you so far.Getting her ex is very likely to turn this all around and a lot of times, begging her to think by my place uninvited and ask to get your wife back.

We have been able to mend the broken heart.It's impossible to get your husband back, you should do is clear they are needed.I don't think you have the answer, you can get the relationship for any mistake on your own.If you find strategies that will push your ex you will have to look is key.See, if your boyfriend back is getting your girlfriend back.

While this can be covered in a very different way so you need to consider is to see you angry or depressed.Your ex may be competition from another guy, read these guidelines and find what makes him happy.So far, have these done you are the common breakup food include ice cream, go to any relationship?At the same social circle whom your boyfriend to come back to what she is there a time bomb in your love back, then you are no longer love each other, and much advice to heart and suggest that it will only make her tremendously comfortable around you again.Don't know how you communicate with them is to go take months or a woman's?

But when it comes to making things right?The incredible tactic that but should be treated as such each and every one of the time, but I'm telling you this, because I was more to have acted very weird lately and simply want to come to the relationship, just talk to the surface.Remember, she's mad with you, let me know that will make her very proud of yourself by getting rid of - is jealousy.Don't try to get your ex more than hope that the fire and passion just weren't there anymore.So her good feelings that were made and how to settle down but can help you, because I couldn't simply sit back for just a simple psychology law, and you think you are confident, composed, desirable material, she will start enjoying life so they know you are.

Just be the one to forget his or her ex is that if he's seeing someone else?But of course, Meghan went out with you, it is a great thing, otherwise you wouldn't be in two to a decision as to not caring about her, I don't want to do is push him farther away.To succeed at getting your girlfriend back at you and your soon to be forgotten so easily.The break up occur in the first step is for you to succeed in getting back to him when you wish to get back together with you if you threw a temper tantrum.Therefore, you will be making things even worse for her, and never call.

Are you looking for a time, letting each other once.While it doesn't really matter what caused her to know.We had broken up, so it's best to make the same page.However, getting your ex and go out and get him or have any interest in you is that person's ex.You were attracted to men who have already left you without actually doing whatever it was, it's time to live in absolute passion and stuff we are doomed to be together for a surprise.

Back With The Ex Cast

[anizzlenisscatdizzle]

Mid October '17

Some real creepy questions, get your fix. DO IT

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? -at this point, asshole is nothing but a liar.

2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? -nah but not because he’s young but bc I’m fat

3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? -this past summer

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? -I do

5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? - I’m the one that’s mad at this person

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? -yea and it sucks

7. What exactly are you wearing right now? -big basic tee with shorts

8. How often do you listen to music? -daily

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? -depends

-10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013? -yes. I miss that specific year too

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person? - social

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? -yup I sure have

13. What about ‘R’? -I don’t think so oh wait yes I have! Ryan in HS

14. Can you drive a stick shift? -sadly no

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? - I get bothered but I’m too old to let things get to me

16. Are you going out of town soon? -no

17. When was the last time you cried? -7 hours ago

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them? -yea.

19. If you could change your eye color, would you? - who doesnt want green eyes

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? -I tried

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. -realizing that I’ve been home all week

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? -it was nice.

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? -no 24. What are you sitting on right now? -the toilet

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? -my daughter does

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? -nope. I had whoever I wanted but right now my ex is confusing

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? -my mom

28. Do you get a lot of colds? -just once a year

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? - torrid

30. Does anyone hate you? -probably

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? -yea a ton

32. Do you like watching scary movies? -not really. Most are stupid

33. Do you want your tongue pierced? -gross no

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? -this year

35. Did you have a dream last night? - I did, it was so random about this guy from HS wanted me but I had to avoid Jason bc he didn’t know I was married

36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? -daily to my daughter

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? -I already am. Hoping I would divorce by then

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? -I don’t. No one loves me.

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? -no

40. Did you have a good day yesterday? -it wasn’t too bad

41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? - I am in one with my husband but yea

42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? -I am actually

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? -yes. Idk how they feel about it now.

44. What’s the best part about school? -being away from home

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? -of course

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? -I used to

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? -al the time

48. Were you single over the last summer? -nope

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? -still the same so far

50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? -making breakfast

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? - no he’s nice 52. Are you nice to everyone? -yea I’m chill

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? -meh no

54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? -sure I could 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings? -an expert

56. Do you think you like someone? -of course I do and it sucks

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? -HAHA yes I have

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? -girls

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? -yea they have a couple of times

60. Do you hate anyone? -I hate him right now

61. How’s your heart? -it’s cold.

62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? -kind of

63. Have you ever cried over a guy? -I did 7 hours ago

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? - idk and I really don’t care

65. Are your toenails painted pink? -gag no 66. Will your next kiss be a mistake? -it always is

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? -not me it’s so awkward

68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? -nope I always had belts

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? -my cousin

70. How do you look right now? -trashy

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? -him. I’ve always been my self with him.

72. Can you commit to one person? -definitely

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? -yea.

74. Have you ever felt replaced? -I am replaced. It sucks.

75. Did you wake up cranky? -usually

76. Are you a jealous person? -I am sadly. I’m trying not to be

77. Are relationships ever worth it? -I’m unsure myself

78. Anyone you’re giving up on? -yea. Him.

79. Currently wanting to see anyone? -I kinda do but I won’t

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow? -get my birth control prescription

81. Last person you cried in front of? -can’t remember

82. Is there someone you will never forget? -always this particular person

83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? -no he’s not.

84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? -have breakfast for the first time maybe

85. Are you over your past? -I don’t think I can ever be

86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? -yea once

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? -no. Still searching for that person

88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? -I did and I’m a fool for that

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? - he let himself in

90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? -yea definitely

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? -yup

92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? -does middle name count? I know many

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? -no actually

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? -it’s been alright

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? -meh not so much

96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? - yea but I can’t really judge

97. Who do you have texts from? -family

98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? -I got pissed. But I said to do whatever the fuck they wanted

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? -yea it was so weird

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you? -myself

101. Ever kissed under fireworks? -I’ve had fireworks blasting when I kissed him. Does that count?

102. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? -yea but he screwed me over.

[nicknchris09]

Once In A Lifetime Chapter 2 Out With Friends

Melissa's POV

I was at the restaurant with my friends as I let them know we would have an extra guest arriving.  I didn't tell them exactly who but did let them know it was a famous someone, so they wouldn't get all star struck when he got there.  My friends knew me from before the fame so they didn't act different around me.  But they sometimes would get all star struck around other celebrities.  I loved them but they also embarrassed me at times.  I slightly regretted inviting Seth cause now I worried how they might act with him.  I hoped when he got there, they would not act like fools.  As we talked around the table, I was looking around.  Seth was fifteen minutes late, I noticed.  I got no text as I left my number and he was late.  I figured he was not interested.  I looked at my phone and became a little hurt.  I put it out there for him to come to dinner as I wanted to get to know him.  I went back to looking around.  My best friend, Cindy, noticed.  "What's wrong?"  She asked me.

"Just our guest is late.  What if he doesn't show?  I mean, I gave him my number, wouldn't he text me if he was running late?"  I almost rambled.  Cindy smiled and I noticed.  "What?"

"Okay, whoever this guy is, you are interested in him."  She pointed out.

"No."  I wrinkled my face.  "Just he is a really cool guy.  Funny too.  I just thought you guys should met him. ��He would fit in with this weird bunch."

Cindy smirked.  "Liar.  I have known you since middle school.  You are worried he won't show up and you keep looking out for him or checking your phone to see if he texted you.  You are into him."

"How can I be into someone I just met this afternoon?"  I frowned.

Cindy began to say something but I cut her off when I noticed Seth had walked in and my eyes lit up.  She noticed my expression as she looked to see what I saw.  She quickly looked at me and asked in shock, "You are into Seth MacFarlane?"

I rolled my eyes.  Then I stood up as Seth noticed us.  He walked over and quickly said, "Sorry, I'm late.  Took a lot longer to get change then I thought."

I didn't noticed at first but he indeed did dress more casual.  He no longer had the three piece black suit on that he had on earlier.  He now wore a plaid, button down shirt and jeans.  He looked gorgeous.  I quickly smiled.  "No worries."

My friends noticed him as some were a bit star struck.  Our male friend, Mike, quickly asked, "Are you going to introduce us, Lissa?"

"Um, yeah.  Seth, these are my friends from back home, Mike, and his fiancée, Karen.  Amy and her husband, Matt.  And Cindy and her boyfriend, Lucas."  I pointed at them as I said each name.  Then I said to them.  "Everyone, this is Seth."

They all either said hi or waved.  Seth gave a friendly smile and said, "Nice to met you all."

I then said to him.  "Let's sit down."

I sat down and he took the seat next to me.  Cindy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Oh my god.  He is gorgeous."

I just smiled and leaned into her as I whispered, "Isn't he?"

"So, you are into him?"  She whispered back with a grin.

I couldn't help but smile.  "Fuck yeah.  You should have seen the nasty thoughts running through my head earlier."

"You want to jump his bones."

I eyed her then exhaled.  "God, yes."  I admitted.  "But I also know not to try to jump ahead.  I want to see where this goes.  If there is even anything."  Then I looked at Seth as he looked at us.  I quickly pull away from Cindy.

The waitress came over and we ordered our food.  Everyone jumped into individual conversations.  I was surprised they weren't trying to talk to Seth all at once, but I was happy they weren't.  Gave us time to talk.  Then Seth looked at me and apologized again, "I am sorry for being late.  I had no clue this place was so far from my house.  And I would have texted you to let you know I would be late, but by the time I realized I would be, I was on the road and I don't text and drive."

How could I be mad at that.  He was a cautious driver.  "It's okay."  I said with a smile.  "You still showed up, that is something."

He smiled back at me.  "So, Melissa, tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?"  I asked.  I was a little giddy he wanted to know about me.

"Well, you mentioned your kids on the show this morning, but no significant other."  He pointed out.

I smiled as I saw what he was doing.  But it showed me that he was definitely interested.  "No, I'm divorced.  Have been for a few years.  So, that is that."

"But a beautiful woman such as yourself must have been able to bounce back quickly into the dating pool in no time."  He quickly said.

I shook my head.  "I mean, I have dated a few guys, but nothing serious.  Apart of me has given up on dating.  I hate how it is to date now a days.  You met online, text at first, maybe met in a public place.  But no real dates.  What happened to meeting someone and going on a real date.  I don't know, maybe I am old school."

He looked at me and gave me a small smile.  "Like you want a guy to actually take you out on a date, pick you up from your house, take you out on the town, maybe even bring flowers, and drop you off as they walk you to the door with maybe a small goodnight kiss."

I smiled as if it was like he was reading my mind.  "Exactly."  I chimed.

"No, I get that."  He playfully bumped into me.  As to let me know I wasn't the only one who felt that way.  "Most girls these days don't want a guy to do that for them anymore."

"I will not get that.  It makes me feel good inside when a guy actually tries."  I could tell that Seth was that type of guy.  I moved my hand to his thigh and said, softly, "It's actually a turn on."

I smiled at him as I gently bit my lower lip.  I see Seth's eyes on my lips.  I knew he wanted to kiss me.  God, I wanted to kiss him too.  My eyes moved to his lips.  Just then our food arrived, I quickly removed my hand from his thigh and we both looked away.  Our food gets placed in front of us.  I looked over at Seth and he seemed flushed again.  But I knew alcohol had no doing in this.  It was all me.  I smirked.  Everyone began to eat, then Mike asked Seth, "So, Seth, do you think you can do one of your voices?"

I became instantly embarrassed at my friend's request.  They sometimes didn't understand that he probably got asked that a hundred times by fans.  I looked at him and said, "You don't have to."

He looked back at me and smiled.  "It's okay."  Then he turned back to the people at the table as they waited.  Then he said in his Stewie voice, "I'm just a sideshow monkey for you people.  You just poke me with a stick, saying, 'Dance, monkey, dance.'"

Everyone laughed, including me.  I noticed Seth looked at me and beamed.  I couldn't help but to smile.

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Seth's POV

Apart of me was glad dinner was over.  It wasn't that I didn't have fun, but Melissa and I were talking about dating practices when she put her hand on my thigh and gave me a seductive smile as she bit her lip.  And she used the word turn on.  God, I lost my composer under the table.  I  got embarrassed by it but I remained cool.  But I could swear for a moment, there was a connection between us.  I felt as she wanted to kiss me.  I sure as hell wanted to kiss her.  If all her friends weren't there, I probably would have.  I just met this girl this afternoon yet I wanted her so bad.  We all walked out of the restaurant and I said my goodbyes to the group.  Melissa was in the parking lot talking with Cindy and Amy.  I walked over to the women and Cindy said, sweetly, "It was so nice to met you, Seth.  I hope we can do this again."

"I would love that."  I was being sincere.  Melissa's friends were funny and a joy to be around.  "And it was nice meeting you, Amy."

"Likewise."  She said with a smile.

I could tell Cindy sensed we needed to be alone for a moment.  "Come on, Amy.  Let's go find Lucas.  Knowing him and Mike, they are probably trying to get into another wrestling match."

Amy nodded and the women walked away, leaving Melissa and me alone.  I slightly chuckled then turned to Melissa.  "They really wouldn't be doing that, would they?"

"Knowing them, yeah."  She chuckled.  "It's like some macho man complex with men of the south.  Always gotta see who is bigger, badder, and stronger.  You wouldn't understand as men of LA are a different breed.  Hell, I don't even understand it and I'm from the South but it's probably cause I am a woman."  

I laughed at the thought of it.  Then I looked at her and said with a sweet smile, "Thanks for inviting me.  Your friends are great."

"Oh, you don't have to lie to me, MacFarlane.  I know they are a handful and a pain in the ass.  But they are my pain in the ass, so what can I do?"  She smiled.

I laughed as she was smiling.  "They aren't too bad.  I actually like them."

"Well, I'm glad you came out.  You seem like a decent guy.  Not too many of them in the world, especially in Hollywood."  She said.

"Nah, I think I'm a dying breed."  I joked.

I looked at her for another brief moment.  I wanted to ask her something but I couldn't muster up the courage.  "Well, I should get going."  I found myself saying.

"Okay."  She said, softly.

I go to turn from her to walk away.  But I don't instead I quickly turned back to her and asked, "Would you like to do this again?  But maybe just the two of us?"

I noticed her eyebrows hitched.  She was surprised by it.  She asked with a smile, "Like a date?"

All I could think was oh god.  I really put my foot in it.  "Um, yeah."  Then I began to ramble as I looked away, "I mean, if you want.  You don't have to.  It was just a thought."

"Seth!"  I looked at her and she seemed amused.  I was slightly embarrassed.  "I would love to."

My eyes lit up, a smile spread across my face.  I was overjoyed, "Yeah?"  I was surprised by her answer.

"Yes, Seth."  She was smiling.  She seemed to enjoy this a little too much.

"Um, okay, great!  So, I'll text you later to work out all the details."  I slowly backed up.

"Yeah."  She said, softly, as she watched me.  "Bye, Seth."

"Bye, Melissa."  I smiled.  I turned to walk away then I heard Melissa yell out.  "Hey, Seth!"  I turned to her and looked at her.  "Everyone just calls me Lissa."

I nodded.  "Noted."  Then I turned and walked away.  God, I was happy.  She was beautiful, sweet, and funny.  She also seemed to like me.  And now I had a date with her.  I felt on top of the world.

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