#yesterday he was telling me all about his wife how they met and got married

[unamused-kookaburra]

I cried at work yesterday because I felt like I did such a bad job and the nurse I handed over to did nothing to make me feel better and today I almost cried because when I took a patient down to the transit lounge to wait for his discharge medications he kissed me on the hand, thanked me for looking after him, and said his late wife (who was a nurse for 40+ years) would say I'm going to end up being a great nurse

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 27 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Although Bradley wasn't usually one for big gestures, he supposed he was when it came to you. Now he wanted the wife and the wedding and the honeymoon and all of it. Preferably sooner than later.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, 18+

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

Check out my masterlist for more! Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw masterlist

Bradley had never been a big gesture kind of guy. He never really saw the point in it. He always figured it was easier to tell how much someone cared about you through their day-to-day interactions instead of the occasional over the top displays. 

He knew Natasha had his back by the way she simply helped him prepare for tonight by taking you out for drinks without asking too many questions. And he hoped she knew that the steady friendship he built with her was strong even though their birthday steak dinners and weekend morning runs weren't flashy. He felt similarly about Maverick, thankful that he knew where he stood with him once again without having to prove it.

But Bradley wanted you to know that he was going to love you forever by the way he treated you when you were alone together, and by the way he couldn't help but occasionally show off his romantic side. He knew you didn't need words written in the sky when he would prefer to pour his heart out to you in letters and emails, but he didn't want to simply propose by handing you his mother's ring either.

That's why he got your students to fold up the paper planes. Because he just couldn't help but both ask you to marry him and show you how much those letters changed his life at the same time.

"Bradley?" Your voice was breathy as he watched your eyes flick to the wall and then back to his face. "Paper planes?"

He smiled. "It's all the letters you and your class sent to me. You know... when you were looking for a Naval aviator to write back and answer a few questions? I guess a few questions turned into a lot more than that. And a simple correspondence with a gorgeous fourth grade teacher soon made me realize that you're the woman of my dreams. My pen pals changed my whole life." He gestured toward the wall. "Your students helped me fold them up yesterday."

"They did?" you whispered as he closed the distance to you before getting down on one knee.

"They did," he confirmed, looking up at your beautiful face as tears filled your eyes. "I love you. And I have something for you, Gorgeous." He swallowed hard. "It was my mom's." He held up the engagement ring that he remembered from his childhood but thought had been long ago buried with Carole. "I want you to have it. Unless you don't like it. It's from 1984, and it's definitely vintage, so I won't be upset if you tell me you'd rather have something more modern. Maverick was holding onto her engagement ring for safekeeping." He knew he was rambling, but now that it was time to say the most important words, his nerves were taking over. "I had no idea until he heard me talking about how desperately I want to marry you."

"Bradley," you gasped, chest rising and falling rapidly with emotion as a tear streaked down your cheek. "Are you serious?"

He was serious. He was in love. He wanted this forever. "Will you marry me?"

You didn't make him wait long to see your beautiful smile and hear your calming voice. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you, Bradley."

You started to drop down to your knees, and he caught you along the way as your lips met his. He could feel you everywhere. Your arms around his neck were familiar, and so was your soft laughter and your kisses. But your words promising forever were new.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he swore between kisses. "I fucking love you, Baby."

"I love you, too," you whispered, cupping his face in both of your hands and kissing him. 

Bradley realized he was holding the ring tight in his hand and loosened his grip so you could really take a look. "Let me put it on your finger? Make it official?"

You nodded in excitement, and then Bradley had to blindly slide it into place as you kissed him relentlessly.

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Each of the paper planes taped to the wall was familiar to you. After so many months, you could tell which of your students had written the notes based on the handwriting. As you ran your fingers along the letters, you recognized your own handwriting there as well. The flickering candle light shone on the paper planes as well as the ring on your finger.

This was all so romantic. You never dreamed you'd be so thoroughly loved, but here you were with Bradley's lips on the side of your neck as he stood behind you, letting you inspect the message he hung up on the wall.

MARRY ME?

"In an abundance of detail, please explain to me how you managed to get my students to fold all of these up during Career Day without me noticing."

His deep rumble of laughter sent goosebumps along your skin. "You have to know by now who my regular accomplice is."

You spun around in his arms and kissed him as his big hands settled low on your hips. "Natasha can't be trusted," you whispered, gently running your fingers through his hair. "She's too loyal to you. But I know your strategy now."

"That's okay. I don't need her to be sneaky on my behalf anymore. Proposing to you was my main objective."

"Bradley," you whispered, smiling so much your face hurt. You examined the ring as you dragged your fingers through his hair. Part of you was still surprised by how the evening turned out, but he had been promising you from the very start that he was serious about you. "Bradley, you just gave me your mom's ring."

"Yeah," he grunted, running his nose along your cheek and ear. His breath was warm against your skin as he said, "We can pick out something else if you don't like it. The diamond is pretty small, because my parents got married when they were twenty-four. I think that's all my dad could afford, and-"

You silenced him with your lips on his. "It's perfect. Like you. I don't want anything else. Or anyone else."

Those big hands were on your butt now, and his body was snug up against yours as he kissed you so hard, you moaned. The living room smelled like all of the different candles at one time, and the lighting was kind of magical. And you realized you were engaged to the man you started to fall in love with before you even kissed him for the first time.

As soon as you took one small step toward the bedroom, Bradley followed your lead. You could tell he was excited as he scooped you up into his arms, and you kept yourself snug against him as he grew harder for you. Just as you ran your lips along his scars while he carried you through the bedroom doorway, his stomach growled so loudly, you started to laugh.

"You didn't eat dinner," you whispered, kissing him softly, trying to hold back the desire you felt.

"Baby, I have a whole plan," he replied, all smiles as you nipped at his lips until you landed on your back on the bed. "Dinner at Salvatore's is happening, but not until I fuck my fiancée."

You whined softly as he dragged your leggings slowly down, and you arched your back so he could remove your shirt. Then you watched him struggle to get undressed with his erection as you touched yourself. "You're taking me out for an engagement dinner?" you asked, running your fingers between your breasts and down your belly. He stumbled out of his jeans, eyes fixed on your body as you circled your clit with your middle finger.

"Well... maybe not," he grunted. "I should have thought this through a little better. Now I just want to keep you in bed."

The words were taken from your mouth and turned into a moan as he spread your legs apart and kissed you where you were touching yourself. "Bradley." Your fingers went to his hair as he teased and kissed his way up your body, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache.

"I love you, Gorgeous," he crooned, guiding the tip of his cock through your wetness until you were clenching with need. When you were ready for him, all you had to do was roll your hips up. When you were ready for more, he filled you up and didn't stop until you came.

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"I should probably just try to get us a standing reservation," Bradley murmured, making you laugh as you were led to your table at Salvatore's. The two of you just finished a bottle of the overpriced wine you liked so much at the bar, and now you were looking up at him like you'd rather just go back home for round two of engagement sex instead of dinner. But he knew he wouldn't make it to that point until he ate something.

"Don't look at me like that," he whispered, grinning as you sat down when the waiter pulled out your chair.

As soon as you and he were both seated, you asked, "How exactly would you like me to look at my future husband?"

Your words left him a little breathless as he reached for your left hand which now displayed the ring that told everyone else you were going to be his wife. He couldn't stop touching you, and you were just as bad as your legs tangled with his beneath the table. "Maybe we should have made sandwiches at home."

Even mentioning food out loud made his stomach growl louder as he inhaled the delicious scent of pasta. "We'll be back home soon," you told him. "In the meantime, while we take a break from our engagement sex marathon, why don't we talk about our summer wedding?"

Bradley nodded as he laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I always wanted to try running a marathon, but I think I like this type even better."

"You can use the sex marathon as part of your training regimen."

The smile on his lips wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Maybe it was the same smile that had been there since the first time he looked at your photo. "Are you really going to agree to a summer wedding?"

"You told my students that's what you wanted," you replied immediately. 

"I owe your kiddos so much. If they didn't think I was cool as hell, I'd have gotten nowhere with their teacher. We should invite them to our wedding."

You laughed as Bradley waved down the waiter and ordered three entrees. He was still holding your hand as he told the guy, "And you may as well just bring some to-go containers out along with the food. We've been engaged for about two hours, so I'm getting a little antsy to get back home again. I'm sure you can understand."

"Congratulations," he murmured as you cradled your forehead in your right hand.

"Bradley," you half groaned and half laughed.

"What?" he replied, downing half of his glass of water. "He took one look at you and knows exactly why I can't wait to go home. Now can we talk more about wedding plans?"

You looked beyond amused and very pleased with yourself as you asked, "Do you really want a summer wedding?"

"Absolutely, Gorgeous Girl," he confirmed. "This year. Please don't make me wait."

You bit your lip for a few seconds before you said, "It's already February. That doesn't give us a lot of time. Unless..." Then the waiter returned with some bread, and you asked him, "Do you have a catering menu?"

He nodded. "I'll bring one out with your food and the containers."

Now you were the one tugging on Bradley's hand. "I have a great idea! What if we don't really have a wedding at all?"

His face fell as his lips parted silently. None of this really mattered before he met you, but now that he was here, he could clearly picture the day in his mind. "Baby, I want us to have a wedding day. A white dress and my uniform and flowers and wedding photos and all that shit."

"Bradley," you whispered, wrenching your hand free so you could drag your chair closer to his at the small table. Your palm was on his cheek, tilting his face so you could kiss him while you stroked his scars. "I didn't mean it like that." You kissed him again. "You give me these butterflies, and I swear I can't handle it," you whispered, running your nose along the side of his. "What if we have a simple wedding where we can invite my students? We can still do the dress and the uniform and as many photos as we want. But I think I know the best spot where we can have it all. And then we could go big on our honeymoon."

The wedding, the fourth graders, the honeymoon, the wife. Now he was smiling again. "Tell me more, Gorgeous. In an abundance of detail."

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If anyone saw the two of you, it would have been comical. It was dark out, and you were holding the bag of food containers and trying to unlock the door while Bradley held onto you.

"I think it's a little bit early to be carrying me into the house like this. Pretty sure that's for after the wedding."

"You can't blame me for being excited."

You pushed the door open, and even in the nearly dark house, you could still see the paper airplanes on the wall spelling out his proposal. "Are we keeping that romantic display where it is?" you asked as Bradley took you to the kitchen.

He glanced back over his shoulder. "For now. But I don't want them to get faded or anything like that. I'll flatten the letters out again eventually and find somewhere to store them."

You gasped as you unpacked the food containers and found something at the bottom of the bag. "They gave us an entire cheesecake!" It said Congratulations written in chocolate, and you bounced around in place as Bradley's arm wrapped around you. "That was so sweet of them."

He chuckled and whispered, "They know what they're doing. They have a loyal customer in my wife who always orders the expensive wine."

His fingertips brushed your neck before you felt his mustache there. "You already know I ordered it by accident the first time," you gasped as he sucked gently on the sensitive spot below your ear. "And I'm not your wife yet."

"Based on our tentative plans, you will be in a few short months," he murmured. "Now why don't we put the food away and go back to bed until Monday morning?"

"Monday morning?" you moaned. "You feeling ambitious?"

Bradley practically threw the food into the refrigerator. "My belly is full, you look hot, we're getting married, and we can take a break for cheesecake in a few hours. So yes, I'm feeling very ambitious, Gorgeous."

Your smile was coy, and your voice was low. "A few hours without a break?"

Bradley kissed your parted lips before tasting your tongue. "I want to get some practice in before our honeymoon. Isn't Paris the city of sex?" he asked with a smirk.

"The city of love!" you said, bursting into laughter as he hauled you toward the bedroom again.

"We'll make it both. I want to practice both."

It was always both when you were with him. He was sexy and sweet, his voice close to your ear as you had each other for the third time today. You already knew that all it took was the diamond on your finger to make you go a little wilder for each other. A deployment that ended with an engagement ring? You never wanted this feeling to stop.

The diamond sparkled on your finger as you tugged at his hair. He was so methodical with you. There was a sweet precision to everything he did which felt like the embodiment of his written letters. His voice was familiar and raw with emotion next to your ear as he filled you in every way. His lips were everywhere, praising you and drawing out your orgasm. Calling you the love of his life. 

"I need this forever, Gorgeous," he panted, fucking you harder. "I need you."

You were clinging to him, kissing his scars as you came. Then the two of you snuggled in bed and discussed your plans for the perfect wedding. 

Although there were more breaks for food and the cheesecake, he did in fact keep you very busy until Monday morning. You went to work exhausted, but you made a quick stop to ask your school administrator if your wedding idea was even feasible. The answer surprised you. Then you got yourself settled in your classroom where eighteen kids soon arrived, and Violet set off a ripple effect as soon as she gasped and asked, "Did Lieutenant Bradshaw give you a wedding ring?"

Jayden and Nia both came running over to your desk to see it. Henry shouted, "She got married! Knew it!" Jackie screamed into her hands about how the magical paper planes worked, and you had to stand and try to calm everyone down.

"I didn't get married! Yet. But Lieutenant Bradshaw asked me to marry him this summer, and I said yes, so I guess the magical paper airplanes did work."

Your classroom erupted into cheers and shouting as you smiled. Thank goodness you went out on a limb and decided to write to a US Naval Aviator. Thank goodness it was Bradley who answered. 

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Wedding and honeymoon up next? Then the epilogue? We're almost there! Anyone think they know where they'll have their wedding? Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 28

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[suraemoon]

I adored your headcanons!! Any way you would be willing to do Bucky Egan and reader relationship hcs?

John Egan Headcanons

~Relationship Edition~

🎶: Am I willing to do Bucky headcanons? Of course I am, dolly! I’m so so happy that you enjoyed the other ones I did. You adored them? I’m flattered. I adore you. I hope the ones I have cooked up are good enough. If not I’ll do more.

💋: Bucky Egan x Reader. Fluffy relationship headcanons.

Bucky loves physical touch

He follows you around whenever you ago, it’s like having a little puppy in your tracks or a second shadow keeping you company

You two are constant hand holders, you’re always hand in hand. He traces the lines of your palm, kisses each of your fingers, the back of your palm is an ideal kissing zone

He squeezes your cheeks and gives your lips a quick peck before you can even process that it happened. It’s a quick series of warmth. His warm eyes looking down at you, the warmth of his pink lips, and the warmth of your cheeks as you blush after the fact.

When you sit next to him, his hand stays on your thigh with the occasional squeeze

Sitting on his lap > Sitting in the chair next to him

He loves pulling you onto his lap. The closeness, the intimacy, the plush of your ass placed on just the right spot.

A room full of people and you’re comfy on Bucky’s lap, his arm wrapped around your waist protectively

He’s a cuddler

You two trade big spoon and little spoon.

How does a 6’2 unit of a man little spoon? Where there’s a will there’s a way.

You like to sleep in? Bucky gives your face soft and gentle kisses in the morning. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. He admires your side profile while you sleep, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the way your soft lips are parted.

Your boobs are his favorite pillow. So warm and comforting, he wants to stuff his face into them at all times.

More of an early bird? You can wake up early but you aren’t getting out of bed easily. Bucky’s arm is around your waist and it is not letting go. If you manage to get away from the grasp, it isn’t long until his eyes flutter open too. Your weight and warmth are gone.

Also...thigh riding

I mean, look at a picture of this man’s sturdy tree trunk thighs. They're the perfect size for straddling.

If you get excited about something, best believe Bucky is just as excited. Just seeing your smile and happiness is contagious for him.

You know those guys who suddenly act too cool for their girlfriends around friends? Hell no. He’s very proud of you, never ashamed. He’ll tell anyone about you.

Even a random stranger he’s getting directions from on the street. He’ll say loudly, “This is my girl right here! I’m taking her to…”

Chatting to old friends from Wisconsin about baseball and then out of nowhere, “You’ve met my girl yet?”

You were zoned out staring at his face

So, several pairs of eyes all of a sudden being focused in your direction pulls you out of your little trance after a quick “Huh?”

He’s brings you up whenever he can. “Oh, my wife is the same way.” “My wife told me about that yesterday.”

Ever since you two got married, he’s loved the fact that he can officially call you his wife to other people

That one time you went to try on dresses for yet another friend’s wedding and brought Bucky?

You come out of the dressing room and he immediately stops a sales consultant “Excuse me, ma’am. Sorry to interrupt ya but ain’t my wife gorgeous? Blue’s her color right? That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her…Mhm. She says she’ll bring some more for you to try on, babe.”

It doesn’t even have to be a fancy outfit. You could come out of the bathroom after getting ready for a regular day out and you’re met with a long whistle.

“You’ve gotta do a spin, baby.”

You decide to take him on a trip to New York for the first time and this man talks a big game on how he’s gonna blend in so well. “I’m such a big Yankees fan, I might as well be an honorary New Yorker.”

When I tell you he is the most obvious tourist ever, believe me

We ain’t in Wisconsin anymore

The buildings look so much higher than they do in the pictures, he’s gotta look up and stare with wide eyes while people hurry by getting around him.

Bucky resembles one of the trees in Central Park, so he can easily cause traffic when stopped in the middle of the sidewalk

Taking him to his first Yankees game and he’s trying to explain every rule of baseball to you

Meanwhile you’re too busy focused on the big bucket of delicious popcorn he bought you before the first inning

You nod along though, pretending to know all of the different terms and player names that he’s rattling off at you

“They should put me on the field, I wouldn’t have missed that.”

If this man is going to do anything, it’s call you a pet name. Every one in the book.

But of course he has a special nickname for you that he comes up with not too soon after meeting you

Maybe it’s something you remind him of, a certain feature you have, a specific talent you possess

It’s very personalized

Bucky insists on trying to do your makeup one time because “It can’t be that hard” and you end up looking like a Ringling Brothers circus clown

The blush is bright red, the mascara is not limited to only the lashes, the lipstick is over lined to oblivion

He took a picture of you and now it’s taped to the mirror of your vanity along with a bunch of other random photos that have collected over the years

“Now when you do your makeup, you can be reminded of how horribly I did. Whenever you have to wipe something off or redo something think…wow, at least I don’t look like that. You always look beautiful, honey, even when I do your makeup.”

According to him, you don’t need makeup anyway

He loves taking pictures of you. Pin up photoshoots by the beach, candid snapshots of your relaxed resting face while you aren’t looking.

Sometimes the lighting is a little dark, maybe the photo came out a little blurry. But you’re in it, so it’s perfect.

And he’s clingy. He doesn’t like when you’re gone. If it’s been one hour, that’s three years in Bucky world.

Bucky is such a girl dad

You have your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows

A little bit later, he’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s whispering to her but it’s so soft, only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too

He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care..

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of your Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has two little girls clinging to each of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

(Years later, when you two thought you were officially done having kids, the pregnancy test is positive. It’s a little boy. He’s the baby of the family and so much like his dad.)

Another lucky girl gets her own Egan to cherish!

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even if you insist to him over and over that it’s no big deal

He keeps you so close to him not only because he cannot imagine being too far away from someone as amazing as you,

I mean, you smell fantastic

also that dress fits you so well

and your smile makes him lightheaded

your voice is so soothing

Wait what were we talking about? Oh yeah…he’s protective. He keeps you so close because he cannot fathom something happening to you.

You can accidentally trip over your own feet and Bucky will find a way to blame himself

Something fell on the floor and you stumbled over it, Bucky should have seen it and picked it up before you had the chance to even get close enough to fall

Bucky’s a man who lives off of reassurance

He loves praise

But he’s not aware of how much he needs it, how much he thrives off it

A compliment will make this man’s day

Reassure him of how amazing he is

Tell him how good he is and how lucky of a girl you are to have him because you are so so lucky

He values your opinion, so your compliments mean so much more than anybody else’s

Every anniversary he writes you a love letter

Always so heartfelt, detailed, and meaningful

He talks about all the reasons why he fell in love with you and continues to fall in love with you every single day he breathes

All the little quirks and habits that you don’t pick up on, but he adores

Maybe something you did the same day he wrote the letter and it’s so fresh in his mind that he has to talk about it

Something special that happened that year

A baby that was born, a trip you went on, and special event, a funny moment, a specific date, something you said to him this year that he continues to think about all the time

Anything that comes to mind

They collect over the years and you put them in a pretty little keepsake box

When you eventually pass on, all of his letters are buried with you

What makes Bucky frustrating sometimes is the fact that he doesn’t like to talk about what he is feeling

He’ll claim he’s fine when something is clearly bothering him

He’ll walk away from an argument declaring that he “doesn’t care anymore” and “you can do whatever you want”

but the reality is he does care

He just hates to yell around his wife, let alone yell at her. It makes his skin crawl.

Bucky lets all the feelings build up inside but just his facial expression alone can tell you that he isn’t alright

And it leaves you feeling confused because why doesn’t he trust you and confide in you enough to communicate?

It’s late at night when you two resolve the conflict

His voice is soft and it takes you by surprise

In situations like these, you always wait for when he’s ready to talk

And when he does his voice is always so small and broken

All is forgiven, all is resolved, everything always ends up okay

No small disagreement or petty argument can break you two apart

Don’t tell Bucky that you are ever insecure about something because he will be utterly appalled

You’re a goddess to him, he worships every single inch of you

Whenever you take your clothes off, he’s taking in all of you with adoring eyes and a parted mouth

Every curve, every beauty mark, every stretch mark

It all comes together to make the perfect picture

He loves the way he fits so snug inside of you, the way you taste, the way your noises blend so perfectly with his to make the most beautiful of melodies

Every moment with you is heaven

How did he go so long without you? He thinks about that often.

His heart has never been so full of love, his mind has never been so full of hope

You two complete each other in every way

He was the first to say “I love you”

You were taken back at first because a man who’s so magnetic, charming, handsome, likable, the center of attention in any room he’s in

He’s in love with you

Little did you know he was just as taken back to hear you say “I love you too, Bucky”

He remembers the first time he saw you across a room and how his eyes immediately gravitated towards you

He remembers how nervous he was to talk to you, which was so unlike him it was scary

Maybe his hands were shaking just a little, tapping his foot to a nonexistent beat, a never fading smile on his face

And over the years the two of you exchange thousands of “I love you”s

You can talk for hours on end about nothing “important”

Chatting about the random topics that pop into your minds, asking to be discussed

Accompanied by matching glasses of wine

Those conversations are your favorite because it’s a little bubble with you and the one you love, nothing else matters

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I hope you enjoyed reading and I hope it was alright lol

If there’s any specific requests or anything I didn’t touch on that has you wondering “how did she miss this?” please let me know, lovey

Ahhh I love Bucky so much

[hahaifolded]

Can We Make This Work? (3)

Nanami Kento x POC!FemReader x Gojo Satoru (Masterlist) Chapter 3: Grade Me (Previous) (Next) Summary: Nanami confronts Gojo. You show off your cursed technique. Warnings: Themes of Racism, Power Imbalance, In-World Typical Violence

Nanami is the first to wake up. At first he was shocked to see that he wasn’t in his own bed, but as he took the hotel room in, the events from last night slowly came back to him. He couldn’t believe it. In the span of 24 hours, he got engaged, got married, and met his wife… in that exact order.

He couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter about the situation. If anything was supposed to be his to decide, it should have been this. But once again, life showed him that nothing was truly in his hands. Before he could spiral, gentle snoring interrupted his thoughts.

At least she seems nice, he thought. Even if you weren't, there’s nothing he could really do. The higher ups were clear. This marriage had to work to ensure peace on both sides. They had warned the 7:3 sorcerer that your superiors were aching for a chance to wage war against them. This marriage was the only thing keeping them from attacking. Nanami knew that he had to do his best and tolerate this marriage. Taking a deep breath, Nanami rose, ready to take this marriage one day at a time.

— — —

The honeymoon was short as you were immediately summoned to Tokyo Jujutsu High. After leaving you with Yaga, Nanami walked the grounds, in search of a certain sorcerer. He eventually found him as his irritating laugh gave his location away. Walking out of the classrooms, Nanami found Gojo talking to the first years.

As if everything was fine, Gojo excitedly greeted his companion. “Nanamin! Don’t you look great today. I see that marriage is treating you kindly. Again, really sorry that I couldn’t ma—.” Unfortunately for Gojo, everything was not fine as Nanami put the man in a chokehold.

“Do you think this is funny?” hissed the newlywed. I can’t believe him. I know he can be immature but this is a new low… even for him.

Slighting struggling under his companion’s grip, Gojo choked out, “you know… this is fair. But do you mind not doing this in front of the kids? You’ll ruin the image they have of me.”

“Don’t worry at all. It’s not even a positive one,” assured Megumi. Nobara seconded him while Yuji looked on sheepishly.

Realizing that killing the students’ teacher in front of them wasn’t a great look, Nanami dragged Gojo inside. After throwing him inside a classroom, Nanami began to berate the special-grade sorcerer. “I really can’t believe you. What made you think it was okay to sign me up for an arranged marriage without telling me?”

“I don’t see what’s the big deal. She’s got a nice smile,” reasoned Gojo. Or what he thought was valid reasoning.

Nanami felt his eye twitch. “That’s not the point, Gojo! I didn’t want to get married and if I did, IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON MY OWN TERMS!”

“Look, I get it,” admitted Gojo. He walked up to the angry man and placed a hand on his shoulder. With complete sincerity, Gojo continued, “I know you didn’t want this but this was literally the best thing I could come up with. The higher ups get their wedding. And that girl isn’t forced to marry someone who would just lead her to a quick death or worse, someone who would take full advantage of the situation. Nanami, you and I both know that you are the only sorcerer who would respect that girl.”

Nanami felt his anger dissipate slightly. Gojo unfortunately had a point. He recalled your words from yesterday - “I'm used to being a pawn.” You were as much of a victim here as he was.

“Fine… but was it really necessary to say that I have a unique taste for the exotic? That just makes me look like a creep,” complained the 7:3 sorcerer.

“I had to sell it some way,” smiled Gojo. Patting Nanami on the back, he said, “come with me. Time to show how good of a husband you are!” Nanami just stared at him confused.

— — —

"In a few moments, we will accurately measure your strength," announced Gakuganji. After showing you the grounds and giving you a quick rundown of how things worked, Principal Yaga and Ijichi took you to the school's track where the old man waited. Despite sharing the rank that your own superiors had assigned you, Gakuganji and the rest of the higher ups refused to accept it, deeming it flawed. It irked you how he excused it by saying that your association mostly likely used primitive ways to measure strength. But you held your tongue.

"And if you don't mind, we informed the teachers about this in case they wanted to bring out their students," informed Ijichi. You nodded. I mean even if I did mind, you already told them, you thought.

"Ah look, it seems like they took us up on our offer," proudly proclaimed Principal Yaga as he signaled towards the group of teens walking towards you. It surprised you how normal they all looked. They're just a bunch of kids. Kinda weird to think that they can all see-- wait is that a panda?

Before you could dwell much on that final student, you caught a glimpse of your husband and another man walking closely behind the students. Your husband seemed annoyed as the man next to him talked his ear off.

"HEY HUSBAND!" you yelled through a grin. That seemed to egg the man next to Nanami as he started to push your husband to greet you.

"Don’t leave her standing there! Say something, Nanamin," gushed the man. As he got closer, you caught how flushed your husband's cheeks were. Everyone looked on either in amusement or indifference by the display of mild affection.

“Hello (Y/N),” he said tensely. You just laughed at your husband’s shyness. You turned towards the man next to him and flashed him a quick smile. The man in a blindfolded looked at you, then at Nanami, and once again back to you, almost waiting for something.

Smacking Nanami’s arm, he cried, “introduce me, Nanamin!” Nanamin, oh that’s cute.

“This is Gojo Satoru, a co-worker,” informed Nanami in an unamused tone. Gojo gasped at his words.

“Co-worker? I’m your best friend in the whole wide world.”

“Please just ignore him.” You laughed at your husband’s blatant dislike for Gojo.

“Nice to meet you, Gojo. Are you both here to watch me?” you asked. Gojo immediately jumped in, letting you know about his role as a teacher on campus and how this was a great opportunity for his students to see a friendly jujutsu sorcerer sparring match (and not the perfect excuse for him to not teach class). You laughed at your husband’s 'co-worker’s' antics. You turned back to talk to Nanami but Gakuganji’s voice interrupted you.

“Mei-Mei, so good to have you here. Here’s the girl that you will be fighting.” You glanced behind your husband and saw a woman slowing making her way towards you all. This must be my opponent.

— — —

As Mei Mei walked through the crowd, she looked you up and down. Really? This is the girl that everyone is talking about? She was disappointed as she expected someone with much more presence garner so much attention overnight. It wasn’t everyday that Nanami Kento, the most prudent sorcerer to ever grace this planet, take a woman.

As she walked past Nanami, she couldn’t help but slyly rub the sorcerer’s arm to 'congratulate' him on his recent nuptials. She saw your eyes narrow and felt your cursed energy slip out. She was unfazed. Doesn’t matter? I’ll put her in her place, Mei-Mei thought.

After Yaga explained the rules, you stood in front of Mei-Mei, ready to fight. With the blow of a whistle, the fight began. Maybe I'll comfort Nanami after I beat his wi--.

Before she could finish her thought, Mei Mei was suddenly flung in the air, chest burning in pain. What the hell! Expecting to crash into the bleachers, she covered her back with cursed energy to soften the blow. However, instead of smacking into the bleachers, she felt a singular blow on her back, flinging her back to the grass.

What the fuck?

-- -- --

Gojo whistled. Everyone else stood in awe. It was clear that you weren't just a measly grade 1 sorcerer. As Mei Mei struggled to get up, you made your way back to the crowd.

"Are we done here or do you need to see more?" you asked. You slowly reeled in your cursed energy, an energy that felt awfully familiar to Gojo.

Yaga cleared his throat. "Almost. Can you give us a quick presentation of your cursed technique?"

"Of course." You faced the crowd and opened your mouth. Gojo sensed a significant swirl of cursed energy move up your throat. Must be singing based, assumed the blindfolded man.

Instead of a note or even noise leaving your mouth, however, it was two small creatures. They weren't small for long as the second they touched the ground, they grew in size. The creatures, a pale deformed humanoid with a gaping hole instead of mouth and an overgrown lizard-thing with tufts of hair, roared at the crowd, but made no efforts to lunge at them. Cursed spirits.

You nodded your head towards the struggling sorcerer and the curses snapped. Simultaneously, they rushed towards Mei Mei, growling and lunging to hold her. The tall humanoid grabbed the woman by her leg and held her above the other curse who leapt in the air, trying to take a bite out her. Mei Mei screamed as she thrashed in its grip.

Before the curse could actually bite the grade 1 sorcerer, Gakuganji spoke up. "That's enough!" With a small smile on your face, you nodded. In an instant, the curses dropped Mei Mei and begrudgingly made their way back to you. As they got closer, they shrunk in size until they were small enough to crawl on your extended hand that sat on the floor.

There's no way she's going to--. Once again, you surprised Gojo as you took the two curses on your hand and popped them in your mouth. You swallowed them and immediately gagged.

"Sorry! I still haven't gotten used to the taste of curses," you said in a strained voice. Everyone looked at you in shock as many were reminded of a former curse user.

Gojo felt his heart beat as memories of his youth flashed before his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind about what you were. Special grade for sure.

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Author's Notes: Prepare for a word vomit! I had so much fun writing this chapter. Honestly I’m really excited to write this story out. But I low key wish I was able to write like drabbles and shit cause like every thought I have ends up being many connected thoughts.

In terms for what I wrote in this chapter:

What do y’all think of your cursed technique? Imma be honest I have no clue if like technically speaking someone else can have it cause Geto literally just had it and his body is still out and about with it. But I don’t care cause this is fanfic. There is gonna be a notable difference to it that will be revealed later.

But also someone do let me know if I’m forgetting major things about the JJK universe here cause ain’t gonna lie I keep up with the weekly leaks but forget them when the next week comes around.

Does the action make sense? Please let me know! Cause I read this and I know what’s happening but also I know what’s always happening here so like if you don’t get it, then that’s on me.

Also I hate Mei Mei so much. If there are 100 Mei Mei haters, I’m one of them. If there is only one, it’s me. And there are none that means I died. That’s why she’s a bitch here cause she’s also a bitch in the show. You can like her all you want - I’m still gonna hate her.

I hope y’all liked this chapter! Would love to hear your thoughts!

[ancientboyfriends]

Could I request something platonic with Thanatos meeting and becoming friends with a shade reader who is Hypnos’ wife and mother of the oneiroi (as to how they had the kids, either through some random bullshit or their relationship started when wifey was alive and the children were had sometime before her death and brought into the Underworld to be with their mother)? Previously, no one knew about Hyp’s wife or kids outside of Hades, Persephone (because there’s no way he’s handling a secret relationship on his time off AND somehow got his kids into the Underworld without them knowing), and maybe Zag if he encountered wifey and the children on his runs.

I’m sorry if this is weirdly detailed. I just thought it’d be a cute concept. I love Thanatos deeply (the wing emoji I sign off with refers to both Hyp and Than), but that doesn’t mean I don’t think sometimes platonic stuff with him can also be really cute.

-🪽anon

Thanatos & Shade!Sister-In-Law!Reader

Honestly, it’s a miracle that you managed to keep the marriage, not to mention, the kids secret for so long; especially with how much Hypnos has been dying (no pun intended) to gush about you

You mentioned Hades and Persephone are the only ones who know, but I don’t think he’d be able to keep it from his mother Nyx either; they both live and work together, and she’s perceptive as hell

In the original mythology, there’s 1000 Oneiroi, but for this ask I’m just gonna stick to the triplets: Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos

I can’t really think of an origin for them either, so I’m just gonna say Hypnos pulled some godly magic to make it possible and now you’re both parents

I think you’d spend a lot of time in the nursery, looking after the babies, so that would be where Zag meets you (whenever Hypnos isn’t in his usual spot by the Styx at the end of the run, he’ll be in the nursery with you)

The nursery would be painted to look like the night sky, with glow in the dark stars on the ceiling

If your room would help Zag in any way, I think you would give him one of the babies’ toys to borrow, but they’re actually imbued with some kind of dream magic that can stun monsters or something idk

Or maybe you’d just full on give him one of your babies (they can use dream magic on the monsters and make them weaker/stun them), and when he dies, they just poof back to the nursery

So, one day, Zag and Than would be sitting in the lounge and talking, and Zag would make some kind of throwaway comment (something casual like “oh, I met Hypnos’ wife yesterday, she was lovely, your nephews are adorable”), and Than would be worried that he’s completely lost it

“Hypnos… is not married, nor does he have a children. I believe he would’ve told me, like he tells me everything else.”

But Zag insists, and now Than has to see this for himself, so he accompanies Zag on one of his runs, and that’s where they finally reach the nursery

You and Hypnos would be putting the babies down for a nap when you hear someone arrive, assuming it’s Zag, but as soon as Hypnos realises his brother is there, he gets very nervous

He’s never kept anything from his brother for, and he’s been feeling so guilty about keeping something as big as this from him

The only reason he kept it from him was because he didn’t think Than would understand, or he’d just get even more annoyed with Hypnos if he started showing him the countless hypothetical photos in his hypothetical wallet

Than’s just standing there in shock, staring between Hypnos’ stuttering, your sheepish smile, and the sleeping triplets in their crib; his gaze lingers on the crib the longest and he slowly floats over to it, peering down inside

When he sees his nephews—nephews—in there, looking all cute and sleepy, something tugs on his heart; he was prepared to be angry with his brother for keeping this from him, but thinking back to the way he always dismisses Hypnos for his job… wow, maybe he wouldn’t have even told himself about something like this

He and Hypnos have a brotherly hug and some heartfelt apologies, with Thanatos promising to be supportive of your relationship; and he lives up to that promise

Whenever both you and Hypnos are busy, he’d be glad to babysit; he’d either be carrying them in a baby carrier for triplets (two on his front, one on his back), or when they’re older, on child leashes as he goes about his job like it’s normal

Yes, the mortals are a little confused when Death finally comes for them, and he’s got three babies trying to chew on his scythe

On the rare occasions he gets a break, he’d chat with you in the nursery; asking you questions about your relationship with Hypnos, helping with the babies (he’d rather not change a diaper, though), and just getting to know you

I don’t know if he can do this, but for the sake of this ask let’s say he can, he brings back souvenirs from the surface; little wildflowers that he asks Persephone to preserve, toys that he sees lying around, anything

It reminds you of your old home on the surface, and it makes the babies giggle and squeal with delight as they play

Overtime, you start to become good friends, and he finally feels comfortable enough to call you his sister

Sometimes, when Zag reaches the nursery, Thanatos might be there too, holding onto a laughing baby, his stoic demeanour cracking ever-so-slightly

Can you imagine Hypnos’ face when he sees you both calling each other brother and sister for the first time? He has never smiled that wide in his life, and he instantly pulled you both into a tight hug

Overall, he’s a very good brother-in-law and uncle, loves you, his brother and your babies; but don’t you dare hurt his twin, or he will make your afterlife hell

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#7, fluff!!!!

FRIEND, YOU'RE THE FIRST ONE! Thank you for playing 💕 Happy Monday! I hope you like it:)

You and Harry were on cloud 9. You had just married your best friend and favorite person in the world. Well, more like eloped in Italy with about 20 of your closest friends and family. They had all taken off and you two had officially started your honey moon. The day was warm as you stood out on the veranda, taking in some sunshine as you waited for your coffee to finish brewing. You weren't surprised when you felt Harry come up behind you and hug you tight.

"Morning, Mrs. Styles." his deep and raspy morning voice made your skin rise with goosebumps.

"Morning, Mr. Styles." you responded with a smile as he kissed the side of your head, "Do you feel any different after leveling up?" you asked him and he immediately started to chuckle.

"Leveling up, you said?" he asked and you giggled and nodded, "I really like that...very clever." he hummed and you turned around in his hold to face him with a smile. His smile grew as you were now face to face, just slightly leaning back so that you could fully look at him as he kept you upright.

"Thank you! I've been hanging on to that for at least 3 months!" you admitted and he laughed a bit more as you joined him.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

"You tell me every day." you smiled and he leaned down to kiss your lips gently. "H?"

"Yes, my love?" he asked you.

"I know we like, want to keep things super on the DL, but I really want to post something cute. I really love that close up Lloyd took of us right before we did the reveal. I want to post it so bad." you slightly pouted at him.

"You can. You should! " he encouraged you with a grin and you smiled.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Positive! I'll do it too." he said and you searched his eyes.

"You don't have to." you assured him.

You knew how he was about posting private things online. You didn't want to make him feel like he had to do that just because you wanted to commemorate your wedding on your own page. You just really loved that picture and you had never, ever posted anything with him actually in it during your entire 4 years together. When he'd tour and you were at a show you'd post a video of him performing on your story or something like that, but you only posted him when he was working. Yeah, there were things on there that were about him or had his things in it or times when he might've even been right there with you, but his face wasn't on your page in any capacity and you weren't on his either. You didn't even have anything on there from when you got engaged. But this picture was perfect because it was just your mouths as you kissed his cheek right before he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time. It was such a special and tender moment that really meant a lot to you. It still kept details like your wedding dress and his own suit all for yourselves and your guests, but it was a little peek into that moment.

"Baby, you're the love of my life. My wife! I want people to know that I'm your husband or at least speculate about it. This is the best decision I ever made and our wedding was the happiest day of my life. I want to commemorate it too." he assured you and you smiled.

"I love you. You're the best, you know that?"

"So I've been told." he hummed haughtily and you grinned, "But ummm, I need to tell you something important." he said with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"OK, what is it?"

"Well it's two things... first off, I love you most. And second, if we go public that means you can't escape my love... like ever." he said with a bright smile.

"Lucky for you I agreed to that yesterday." you hummed and he chuckled as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lips met slowly but with fervor, the kiss was romantic and made you feel like it was just you two in the world. Well, it kind of was for the next 3 weeks of your honeymoon.

It was later in the day when you got around to posting the picture. Naturally, your phone was blowing up, but when you checked it again you smiled as you saw Harry's comment and how people were freaking out. He didn't even bother being cryptic...but that's why you loved him, he always wanted you to know that you were important to him.

"How's that for letting people know I'm your husband?" you heard from behind you as you smiled down at your phone and you turned around as he grinned at you.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

"Good. I love you, baby." he hummed as you hugged him tight.

"I love you." you whispered happily.

[deke-rivers-1957]

Do Not Disturb (Elvis x F!Reader)

I never would've imagined that when I met Elvis Presley before one of his first concerts that I could be minutes away from marrying him. I remember our entire history together like it was yesterday.

He was such a shy boy and I was such a shy girl. We'd go on milkshake and movie dates together. I would help Mrs. Gladys in the kitchen for Sunday dinner back when they lived in the house on Audubon Drive. It was always a good time.

And of course, how could I forget his wonderful proposal. It was during his concert in Hawaii. I remember how he invited me and my parents all the way to Honolulu. He even paid our travel fare and everything. It was the final song of his set and he looked right at me.

"Ah'd like ta thank everyone for comin out to see me. Ah especially wanna shout out mah lovely girlfriend out in the audience. For mah final song tonight, Ah'm dedicatin this to her. It's called Love Me."

And that's when I broke down and cried. Love Me was my favorite song and he's singing it just for me. It isn't as if he hasn't sung that song before, but it was because he saved this song for last that I knew. He was proposing to me.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

As soon as I could, I rushed right over to see him. Once he opened the door, I flung myself into his arms.

"Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

Many tears were shed that night. Even Mr. Vernon and daddy looked misty eyed. Momma couldn't have been any happier to hear the news. Even when we got the news about Elvis' draft notice, I stood right by his side. We planned our wedding to be just before he had to report for duty.

So now here I am walking arm and arm with daddy down the aisle. Elvis looks absolutely stunned to see me in my dress. Before he can speak, the preacher speaks up.

"We are gathered here today to celebration the union of this young couple in Holy Matrimony."

Everything fades away until we get to the I do's.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"

Everyone applauds and cheers as we kiss. Elvis even picks me up and carries me to the limo. This is the best day of our lives.

"We're married."

Elvis has a shaky sigh and I know he was just as nervous as I was. Even throughout the reception, I could tell he was boiling over with nerves. It wasn't until late into the night that it all comes out.

"Honey. Ah need you."

I feel a little shiver roll through my body. Elvis said that right in my ear in such a husky voice, I can't help it. I'm still a little nervous, so I have to ask knowing full well what he'll answer.

"Need me to do what?"

Elvis' breathing gets very ragged.

"Get the Do Not Disturb sign an take off the dress."

And just like that I do as he says. As I get the sign, I see him taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. I struggle to get my dress off before he takes me into his arms.

"God. Ah need ya so bad. Ah can't take it."

"I know."

He looks down at me and flips me onto my back.

"Ah'm gonna take good care a you. You ain't ever gonna think bout another man while Ah'm gone. Just me."

He says all this right in my ear as he touches me. I can feel his fingers curl.

"It's ok honey. Ah'm gonna make ya feel real good before we make our marriage fully bindin."

Elvis of course makes good on his promise. I feel completely at his mercy as he pleasures me. And yet I trust him to the absolute fullest. He knows just how and where to touch me that makes me feel full of need.

"Elvis."

"Hmm?"

"I need you."

I feel him chuckle against me before I can feel his tongue. Momma would be furious if she saw us like this but I don't care.

"Ohhh!"

I don't remember what happened after that. I just know that it feels very good. Nothing feels real anymore to the point where I could swear Elvis is moving right through me. Not just through me but moving in and out of me like I'm nothing but air.

"Oh God!"

Everything goes black. I feel a heavy weight land by me. I don't even to think about curling up against my new husband. I'm not worried about what will happen when he leaves. For now, we're here. We're married. And the best part? I can't even care that we had no protection.

An: Thank you @cattcb for the request! I hope I have enough balance between fluff and smut in this story.

[focsle]

Went thru another one of Mr. Keith’s journals, this one from 1866-69 when he’s second mate (later first) on the whale ship Cape Horn Pigeon. Every journal entry is addressed to his wife (who was also on his mind on other voyages prior to his marrying her). The thought of her dominates the pages more than anything else, and is a very personal insight into the mind of a man who chose to make the sea his living, for all its distance.

“All day on deck today and have been as homesick as a dog all day. To Night I have got all night to sleep in. I have been fitting the Main Top Gallant brace blocks on the mizzen took down the double ones And put up single ones. Last Night I was dreaming of you I woke up Some time in the night and kissed your picture and went to sleep Again and went to dreaming again of you. This is all I can say to you To night in this book but I am going to write some in your letter. So thousands of sweet kisses to you darling Sarah Good Night.”

More entries under the cut for length.

He was homesick and lovesick often, thinking his shipmates wouldn’t understand.

“There has been a lot of ships in sight to day all of them with the exception of One was bound to England and she was going to America and Oh Sarah Darling how I thought of you. How I wish I was on board of her Bound to see my lovly Companion. I could have cryed but these hard Hearted sailors who have no wives and home would laugh at me.”

Every aspect of his daily life reflected back to how she was faring, from being thankful she didn’t have to drink the ship’s stagnant water, to how he entertained himself and others on deck.

“This forenoon was very unpleasant for it rained until Twelve O clock and I did not change my clothes until after dinner I got wet through by being out in the rain washing my clothes. This Afternoon has been pleasant and my men have been getting out Fresh water to drink and such water, Sarah I am glad you do not  have to drink it. I have got all night to sleep in. I have just come down from the deck where I have been playing the Accordion and thinking of you. I always feel sadest when I Sing or play. Darling girl a pleasant night to you dream dear Girl of your Marshall who at the time you dream will be thinking of you Sweet one I must say again Good Night Sarah Dear.”

He often made note of his dreams that swung between the erotic, the homesick, and the anxious, and often a mix of the three. Here was one about getting caught with a Different Sarah.

“This has been a nice day Sarah not a breath of air Stirring I have been on deck all day and felt some better than I did yesterday but far from being well. I have set up the Head rigging to day. Last night I dreampt I was at home and in some strange house standing in the door way you came Out and passed me. I asked you where you were going. You Said after water. After you left me Sarah Munroe came Up to me and asked me if I wanted to see some thing. I told her yes. She open her dress in front and showed Me her bubies she asked me if they looked pretty I told her yes. I asked her to let me feel of them. She said yes. I asked her to let me kiss them she said yes but don’t let Sarah Pope see you just as I was in the act you came in sight and caught me and Oh what a blessing you gave me. Sarah I will tell you more bye and bye. I must Close by saying many kisses to you Good Night Darling Wife.”

For whatever other women were in his mind during the voyage, he made a point to mention that the dreams turned back to her.

“Had a quear dream a regular sailors dream which is always About the women. delacacy prompts me from writing the Most of it but the last of it was about you. I met you and you asked me where I was going I told you to the barbers to shave all of. I thought you kissed me and asked me not to shave off my mostash. I told you I would not But you said it was twelve O clock and I had better go to bed I said all right you know I never refused to go to bed with you in my life. I must say Good Night Darling Sarah.”

Sometimes the dreams were influenced by anxieties met in life. When he didn’t receive an expected letter from her (which hardly reflects on whether or not she wrote him—receiving letters aboard vessels was a long and uncertain process), he had a dream mixed with both his doubt of her life ashore but also his hopes.

“This has been a nice day Sarah and I have been to work very hard but that did not take my mind up so but what I felt bad on account of not getting a letter from you. You will not neglect me again so will you Sarah. Last night I dreampt I got home and I Came into the kitchen and saw your mother (and my Mother) sitting there by herself. I asked her where Sarah was She said you were in your room taking care of the Baby. I asked her whose baby it was. She said it was mine. Then I came in and saw you sitting down with a pretty Little cherub in your lap and it looked so good to me I asked you whose it was you said it belongs to me. And out of a joke I told you it never was mine. When you came up to me and cryed and kissed me and said it belonged to me. So Sarah after you have slighted me you see you have a space in my dreams of pleasure still.”

Eventually he did receive word from her, and learned that his dream proved true.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah and This morning when I got up that island was in sight what Held your letters for me. At Twelve O Clock the capt went on Shore and at 5 he came of and had Two letters for me. One from you and one from Aurelia. The one from you was No 1. Sarah I must bid you pleasant dreams with your little baby for it was tonight I first learned that you were going to have one.”

In addition to homesickness, he often mentioned physical sickness, usually pains in his side. His health issues and day dreaming led to friction with the captain.

“It has been a nice day today but I have been sick all day and this noon. I could not eat my dinner and I stopped on deck while the rest got their dinner. I sat close to the door on a chest and I heard the old curse say there is a man on board this ship that wishes himself At home I wish he was there. When he came up I pitched up to him and I gave him enough of it. What is more he could not stop me. Last night I was very sick in the night and I wanted to make water. I had a bottle in my bearth and did not feel like going on deck so I used it for that Purpose and this morning I forgot to throw it over board. This fore noon the Old Hog went into my room to look for some Screws and he saw the bottle he smelt of it and Accused me of taking something to make me sick. Oh Sarah that most killed me. I have cryed all the afternoon just on that account. And he went as far as to tell me I hold my Wife too well he said he thought you were in my mind most of the time and that I wanted to see you so much that I was making my self sick to get home. And what do you think I called him. A god damned fool and a liar.

At one point he seems to consider his sickness to be pregnancy sympathy pains.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah but I have been feeling very bad bordering onto sickness and a very bad pain in my side but I do not think it strange as you are about to have a child. I think I have been sick enough over one child. Oh Sarah Darling how I do and have pitied you for my suffering has been nothing compared with yours but I hope on this pleasant day they are all over. And I hope you will not have an other one while I go to sea. I must bid you good night my dearest angel Good Night.”

His dreams now often featured the baby as well, and again was a mix of hope and anxiety.

“Oh if I could see my Wife to night I would not feel as I do now but that is impossible. Last night I drempt  I was at home and met you in the street and kissed you and I thought you kissed me but you done it in such a way I thought  you did not care much about me, for you kissed me quick and turned away from me. I asked you what you had named it (the Baby) and you told me its name was Hannah Rachel Keith. Then you said to me I hope you like the name. I thought I was with you until bed time and we started to go to bed and just as we were going into the bed room I woke up and found myself on board the Cape Horn Pigeon a long way from my darling Sarah. Sarah kiss Hannah Rachel for me and I will bid you both good night.

He later learns from a letter that the baby was named Susie Rachel. When whales were captured, he always thought of them in terms of dresses for his wife and things for his baby.

“It has blown most a gale to day Sarah and I have been to the Mast head seven hours where the wind could Blow through me. But it was not for pleasure that I done it. It was to look for whales that we might catch them what I could earn something for my wife and child but could not see any thing. And the wind has blown my eyes almost out of my head. But I feel that was done for a good cause Sarah. I can not say much to night but nevertheless I love you as Fondly as before and shall continue to do so as long as we are permitted to live. Darling Sarah kiss that sweet babe for me and I must bid good night to those who alone I ask to live for. Ten thousand kisses to you Sweet Sarah.”

At one instance he wrote, ‘I am wet through with oil Sarah at the presant time But I know you would not disown me if you saw me now.’ It was his life, and it was through that life that he saw his ability to provide for a family, however distant they may be. In this frame of mind, one more to close:

“We are boiling our whales Sarah and I am covered with oil but it makes the money come and it is all for you. I could live in oil for your sake. I must close and go on deck until 1 O clock at night. Kiss my babe for me. Good night Sarah.”

[thesullengrrrl]

We'll Meet Again - Epilogue 2

Months after the Nuremberg trials, Rosie still has one final person to face.

A/N: Hello! Thought you've seen the last of this little old fic haha. Here's another epilogue because I wanted to explore another ending with these two idiots (affectionate). You can read it here in AO3 :) Thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy this. Now on to the chapter! 👀💜

Chapter 8 - 'til there was you

December 1946

Brooklyn, New York

“You can’t keep staying here on weekends, Bob.”

Mrs. Rosenthal is tired of seeing her son being in her house on Saturday mornings—reading the newspapers, bringing his cases or helping her with plumbing or other chores. 

Don’t get her wrong, she’s glad to have a man in the house after her husband’s death, and Bob was reliable. But when her son got back from the war and the trials, she knew that he had to settle down. He can’t live by himself in his bachelor apartment at this age forever.

“Are you seeing someone, ma?” Rosie snickered, flipping a page from his copy of Frankenstein. “That’s why you want the apartment all by yourself?”

“You know there is no one who could replace your father,” Mrs. Rosenthal answered loudly, as if Rosie’s blunder offended every ancestor they had. “But you are almost thirty. I am running out of nice girls to pair with you!” 

“Well…I think I haven’t found her yet.” 

“Your sister is engaged, Robert!” she huffed. 

His mother and her endless matchmaking. A week after he got back from Nuremberg, she slowly executed her plan. He was his mother’s plus one at every party, dinner, and gathering. And at each event, a woman of his age would ‘bump’ into him, or an older woman who would claim to be his mother’s friend would introduce their daughter to him.

Rosie was a gentleman to every girl introduced to him. He talked to them, listened to them, and yes, asked them out on dates. However, it all stops at the second or third date—the girl speaks too loudly, or can’t banter well, those who take it too seriously, bad breath…some of these may seem petty which, sometimes he feels bad about. They’re all interesting women, but something isn’t clicking with him. 

He once contemplated moving to another state then maybe he could find someone. His mother freaked when he told him. 

“Bob, haven’t you met anyone in that wretched club of Minty’s?” Mrs. Rosenthal questioned, sitting beside him. “There has to be someone attractive in there!” 

There was once someone attractive to him there, all right. He could still remember her in that red dress in his mind as if it was yesterday. Her telling him how she eavesdropped on his ex-girlfriend crying over him, her face as she yelled expletives to someone who tried to touch her, and how she extended her hand to ask him to dance. 

Sometimes, he would ask Minty if she visited. The old man could only shake his head and tell him that he’s expecting the woman as well. 

“Minty told me you met someone before the war,” Mrs. Rosenthal told him. 

“I think you’re spending an awful time with Minty and his wife,” Rosie deflected, now too distracted to read his book and laid it on the nearest table.

“I saw the picture, Bob,” she revealed. “Sandra showed me.”

Rosie gave her mother a nervous look.

“She’s pretty, but is she even American? She doesn’t look like one to me.” 

“Yes, as far as I know. Although she may have an English father?” Rosie told her in an unsure voice. “But she’s from New York. Also a Catholic, if that helps.”

Mrs. Rosenthal dreamed for his son to marry a nice Jewish girl from their neighborhood. However, at this point, she’ll humor her son to whoever he fancies. Until probably when she meets this mystery woman. 

“Is she nice?” 

Rosie frowned. “Why do you ask?”

“Can’t a mother be curious about a woman who caught her son’s attention?” Mrs. Rosenthal countered. 

“Well, she’s…different. She is pretty, of course, but there’s something I can’t pinpoint. She swears a little, she can be casual about things that it made me a little worried when we were in England—” 

“Aha!” Mrs. Rosenthal exclaimed. “You saw her again during the war?” 

They did more than that. 

Rosie just walked into his mother’s trap. “Yes, ma. Then she told me it would never work between us, so it ended there.” 

“Then what did you do?” 

“I let her be and told her maybe I’ll see her in New York,” Rosie answered. “And she said that maybe she’ll see me.”

“And…you didn’t seek her out?” she asked. 

“No…” Rosie trailed off. 

“The war’s over, Robert,” Mrs. Rosenthal reminded him. “Did you not even, I don’t know, try?” 

“I don’t even know where to seek her out,” he complained, placing a hand in his temple. “All I got is her name.” 

“Sometimes, a name is all you need,” Mrs. Rosenthal commented, finally standing up, and letting her son connect the dots.

************

And seek, he did. He asked his friends around if they knew someone named Elaine Byrne. When reading the newspaper, he would scour the engagements, weddings, and obituary sections. Nothing. No Elaine Byrne. 

It was a fool’s errand. A person who doesn’t want to be found will never appear. He stopped asking around. But he continued to read the newspapers, with a little prayer that her name would pop out. 

One time while he was on his way home, he stopped by the deli to get dinner to take home. While lining up, she saw a woman with the same build and coat as her, choosing what bread to buy. Rosie could’ve sworn that her eyes widened at the sight of him before she went back on the bread items.

The cashier’s voice tore his attention away from the woman, and he rushed to dig into his pockets to pay. When he turned to see if she was still there, the ring of the door’s chimes filled the air. She was gone. 

For a moment, he let himself believe it was her. He entertained the tiniest possibility that she may be on his side of the city, bidding for her time to appear.   

************

Minty rang Rosie about a new band that would be performing in his club. Without any date or engagement to go to that night,  agreed and found himself in Minton’s one Saturday night. 

It was a win-win for both men—Minty knows that the man knows his jazz, what sounded good, while he gets to enjoy new music. Rosie sat there almost like a newspaper critic, his back leaned to the chair, his fingers tapping at the table rhythmically. 

“What do you think, Rosie?” Minty asked. 

“They’re pretty good,” he simply replied. “Maybe it’s because they’re starting out, but I’m looking for something, maybe a bit more stronger sound? I don’t know, maybe I’m just being nitpicky.” 

The older man snorted at his last sentence. “You’re being nitpicky, all right. I asked around and they think this band’s got it.” 

Rosie only nodded. 

“Did your mother set you up on a date again?” the older man asked, knowing the laments of his mother whenever they invite her to afternoon tea.

Rosie shook his head. “I think she gave up.”

“For now,” Minty shrugged, earning a laugh from the younger man. 

“She’s worried that your sister Hannah will get married before you,” he said. “She is engaged right?” 

“Yes, to David Bergman. An accountant in some insurance firm,” he informed him. “He’s nice, a gentleman. Ma likes him.” 

“Haven’t you really found anyone, boy? How about that girl, Elaine?” 

Oh, Elaine. For some reason, he held on to the flimsy promise of ‘maybe’ she told him that day they said goodbye at the train station. Every mission, he told himself that if he comes back alive, she’ll be in New York waiting for him. It was silly and untrue and yet, effective. He did come home alive.

“She’s long gone, Minty,” Rosie whispered, swirling his glass. “You know that.” 

“You’ll never know who’s going to walk here next,” Minty told him. “Speaking of, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” 

The younger man gave him a grim look. “Come on. Not you too, Minty.” 

“What? Have you seen anyone you like?” he asked, his hand pointing to the crowd. “Just say the word, and I’ll have a waiter send a drink for them.”

“Minty, when you say it like that, it sounds like I’m a brothel.” 

He laughed at him. “Now, boy. I’m not sure if that girl has arrived, but—” 

“Mint, I’m tired of seeing anyone, all right?” Rosie cut him off. “I know Ma’s getting tired of it too. How many Jewish girls could there be that Ma hasn’t set me up with?” 

Minty ignored him and suddenly stood from his seat. 

“Ah, there she is! Over here, doll!” He yelled, waving at someone behind him. Rosie did not bother to turn at whoever that is, knowing that he would only be disappointed at the end of the night. Why is everyone up to his business when it comes to dating? 

He drank from his glass and continued watching the band who’s now performing a slow love song. 

“Minty, I’m sorry I’m late,” the voice said. “I fell asleep, can you believe that!”

His eyebrows furrowed, wondering where he heard that voice before. 

“I was about to ask Sandra to knock on your door. Never mind, you’re here. Sit, sit,” Minty assured the woman. 

When he heard the scrape of the chair, he turned and saw her. The neatly styled brown hair with curls, the red lips, the hazel green eyes, and the thin scar below her hairline…the smile he knew so well, that it felt like he was back in 1941.

It couldn’t be. How could it be? 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Minty smirked at Rosie’s dumbfounded reaction. “Don’t gawk at her! She’s asking you a question!” 

“Um,” Rosie cleared his throat. “No, it’s all yours.” 

Elaine nodded and sat beside him. Minty told the two that he’ll be back with the drinks that he promised Rosie. 

“Hello, Rosie,” she greeted. “It’s been a while.” 

“Yes…it’s been a while,” he agreed, still couldn’t believe that she was here—in flesh and blood. 

A waiter came and served them two glasses of martini. Elaine thanked him and went back to Rosie, who was still looking at her. “I’m not gonna disappear until like midnight, you know.” 

Rosie blushed. “I’m sorry, it’s just…you’re here. I can’t believe it.” 

“Well, you better believe it.” 

Jaunty music from the band filled the atmosphere. Couples started gathering on the dance floor. Elaine smirked at him. 

“Don’t tell me I’m gonna have to ask you on this one?” 

************

At a distance, in a corner table a few meters away from them, were Sandra, Mrs. Rosenthal, Hannah Rosenthal and David Bergman. Minty made his way over to them after instructing the barkeep to give drinks to the two. He sat beside his wife. 

“How’s the spying so far?” Minty asked as he kissed his wife’s cheek.

“That’s her?” Mrs. Rosenthal asked, careening her head to take another look at the woman who’s now chuckling with her son. 

“Oh, ma! Judging her this early?” Hannah quipped. “Looks like they’re having fun already.”

“She's a little bit eccentric, with all those records she has been playing at weekends, but a nice girl,” Sandra informed them. “One time, she made us lasagna as a thank you. It was good, Rose!” 

“It looks like they’re about to dance,” David added, sipping a drink. 

They watched the two make their way to the dance floor and gradually move with the beat of what the band was playing. Hannah always thought that her brother didn’t really know how to dance—she always thought he was a bit too heavy for it, but with her, he moved smoothly. It’s like he knows to do it with her, for her. She snickered when the woman twirled him, then they laughed. 

Oh, brother.

“Have they known each other for long?” David asked Hannah. 

“I think they know each other long enough to be that comfortable with each other.” 

Rose watched her son laugh and dance comfortably with the woman, and that may be the first time she saw him that way with anyone. 

She once asked herself if her matchmaking had gotten rusty with her son. With this scene before her, now she knows why it never worked for him. 

Robert was waiting for someone.

“She looks good with your brother,” Rose finally commented. “I hope she truly is.”

************

The band now played a slow tune. Rosie rested his arms where it should be, and Elaine followed suit. They slowly swayed to the music, now only looking at each other. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Rosie breathed.

“I am,” Elaine confirmed, chuckling softly. “And we’re in Minton’s again.” 

“We are.” 

“Minty said you just came from Germany, how was it?” she asked, genuinely curious. 

“It was…riveting, scenic…a bit intense,” he replied. “I can’t believe I got in and interrogated Hermann Göring and his cohorts.”

“Bombing and prosecuting Nazis? Your mother must be kvelling.” 

“Learning Yiddish now?” he wondered.

“Don’t get all flattered,” Elaine warned him playfully. “It’s the only word I know.” 

“How have you been?” Rosie asked. 

“I moved above the club three weeks ago,” she told him. “Sandra and Minty are great landlords. Well, I’m their only renter.” 

His eyes widened at this information. “You’ve been here for three weeks now? So it must be you in the deli—” 

“Picking bread?” she completed his question.“That was me. I just wasn’t ready to say hi to you at the time.” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t know. I did hurt your feelings, remember?” 

Rosie nodded, now understanding. “Well, if it helps…I’ve forgiven you. You weren’t certain, a war was going on…I get it now. Don’t worry.” 

“All right, then,” she smiled. 

He pulled her closer to him, and she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Rosie missed her, especially when he finally got to the base. Their pictures were tucked in the same copy of Of Mice and Men. When the war ended, he cut off his favorite strip and placed it on his wallet. He told himself that he would remove it the moment he marries someone else. 

“So I guess I don’t have to walk you home every time,” Rosie mused, smiling at her. 

“Every time?” Elaine wondered. “I don’t understand.” 

“I, uh…I know it’s quite early for tonight to say this but can I see you after tonight? Tomorrow?” 

Rosie swallowed a lump of his throat. He was nervous about asking it, since what if she already had a boyfriend? But then, Minty wouldn’t make them meet if she’s attached, surely? What if she says no? 

Elaine removed her hand from his hold and placed a finger in between his eyebrows. “You’re thinking this too much.” 

“Well, yes, I mean…I had to ask.” 

She nodded. “Right. But before I answer that, can I talk to you about something? This is really important before we make any steps after tonight.” 

He felt a bead of sweat form on his temple. His stomach warmed up. What is it this time? Would she break things off again? Did he get her pregnant in England? And do they now have a 3-year-old sleeping alone above the club? 

“Don’t worry,” Elaine said, rubbing his arm. “We can talk in the alley, it’s pretty private there.”

He exhaled and agreed to be led out by Elaine through the kitchen. Some of the staff said hello to her and she greeted them back. Luckily for them, there was no one in the alley. It was only her, him, and the empty trash cans. 

“I need you to not ask questions until I finish my story, okay?” Elaine instructed him with her hands on her waist. “Just listen to me. And I’ll answer your questions later, all right?” She stared at him with such a serious face, probably the most serious he could remember.

Despite feeling a bit scared with this Elaine in front of him, he nodded and motioned for her to continue. 

She exhaled and started. “I’m…I’m a time traveler, Rosie. I’m from 2029. The night we met, I wasn’t supposed to be there. I got there by accident. Then two years later, your letter came and I wanted to see you, so I went. Then we said goodbye. And now, I’m here.”

He waited for her to laugh, to tell him that it was just a joke and ask him to get back with her inside. Instead, he was met by her uncertain gaze—whether it’s fear or anxiety, he can’t be sure.

But the laughter never came. 

Rosie could only hear his heart pounding on his ear. All the questions he had in his head came back and it dawned on him—her casual attitude, her swearing, her actions that seem a bit out of place…all because she wasn’t from here. 

“Did you go back for me?” he asked, his voice a little shaky from what he just heard from her.

Elaine nodded in confirmation. “Yes.”

“Are you going to leave again this time?” he pressed.

“If you’ll have me, then I won’t,” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

Silence fell between the two. 

Elaine kept a straight face, but Rosie could see in her eyes the anticipation of what he was about to say. Fear? Rejection? 

“Then that’s all I needed to hear from you, Elaine Byrne,” Rosie declared, striding towards her and enveloping her in his arms. She returned the embrace, her face at the crook of his neck. 

“I missed you, you know,” Rosie whispered. “For a moment there, I thought you were going to tell me I got you pregnant.” 

Elaine chuckled against the crook of his neck. “No, we’re safe in that area, don’t worry.” 

She started to wipe her tears but Rosie took her hand and wiped it with his handkerchief. She smiled at him and led him back. They were greeted by sly looks from the staff. Rosie was embarrassed, while Elaine just brushed them off and pulled him until they reached the main hall. A pair of glasses with fresh cocktails were waiting for them. 

“You do know that we’re being spied on?” Elaine revealed. “One o’clock, behind you.” 

Rosie looked and there were the spies—Mr. and Mrs. Minton, his mother, his sister Hannah and David. He rubbed a hand on his face. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Rosie groaned. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” she assured him, rubbing his shoulder. “I think we should go over there. Say hi.” 

He agreed and she led him to the older adults’ table. Mrs. Rosenthal smiled at Elaine, studying her like a hawk as she interacted with the others. Sandra asked a waiter to add more chairs for the couple, while Minty called for more drinks. 

Within a few minutes, everyone was having fun. Hannah seemingly found an older sister with Elaine, and they ended up dancing together on the dance floor along with David. The trio looked silly, but they were the ones having the most fun. 

Rosie moved his gaze to his mother, who caught him in time. She smiled reassuringly at him. 

************

Days following that night in Minton’s, at exactly 5 o’clock, Rosie would rush out of the firm to make his way to fetch Elaine at the Times’ office. A smile would form in his face when she appeared at the lobby. Then, they would walk arm in arm and tell each other stories of their days. 

Usually, they would wind up in St. Nicholas Park, where they have a usual bench and simply talk or share a sandwich. Sometimes, when it’s their payday, they would visit a nice restaurant they’ve read about. Rosie learned her interest in stand up comedy, while Elaine suggested visiting hole in the wall jazz bars that her workmates recommended to her. 

This has become their routine for the next few weeks.

One night, when he walked her home to Minton’s, Elaine said something that surprised both of them. 

“So, we’re here,” Rosie said, pulling her closer to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?” 

He gently pressed his lips against hers. When they parted, she smiled at him and patted his cheek. “See you tomorrow. I love you.” 

Both of their eyes widened at what she just said. Rosie then slowly smiled at her, both delighted and amused with Elaine’s sudden consciousness about it. 

“You love me, Elaine?” he smirked.

“Yes, I love you,” she confirmed. “I know it’s probably too early—” 

“I love you, too.” 

**********

Rosie popped the question two weeks after Valentine’s. It was snowing and the two of them were rather too comfortable on the couch to move or venture out. They were reading on the opposite side of the couch with a blanket over them. 

She was reading his copy of Persuasion, while he was reviewing a case that he took home. Seeing as she was too busy reading and writing at the book, he stood under the guise of getting some water.

When he sat back, he was nervously twiddling at the small box inside his cardigan pocket. If it comes to worst, if she rejects him, it would only be the two of them. 

Rosie watched her flip the pages, her eyes concentrated on the book. Pushing the possible scenarios from his head, he cleared his throat. “Elaine. Will you look at me for a second?” 

“Yeah, sure.”

She put the book aside and when she turned to him, a small black velvet box greeted her. Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open at this sight of him. He opened the box and it revealed a thin gold band with a round opal stone. The ring contrasted the black velvet box and showed faint different colors.

“Will you marry me, Elaine Byrne?” Rosie asked, his voice was calm yet with a hint of nervousness to it.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I am sure,” he nodded. “All I know is I love you and I want to spend the rest of my days with you.”

“You know I’m not going to be a housewife,” Elaine countered. “I’ll stay at my job.”

“I know,” he smiled. “You like being a copy editor. I’m not going to make you stop working unless you want to.”

“We'll have different opinions on things. We’re gonna be arguing on small things, big decisions, all that jazz.”

“As every couple does every once in a while. I mean, we just argued on which brand of laundry soap to use,” Rosie reminded her, smiling at the memory earlier today.

“What if I want to visit my parents? Or Bunny?” Elaine asked, her voice slightly shaking. 

“Then I’ll wait for you here,” Rosie assured her. “Or follow you, if that’s allowed.”

Elaine seemed to be moved by his words and held his free hand. “You really thought about this, huh?” 

“I didn’t get to say anything last time, remember?” Rosie said, kissing her hand. “So…will you, Elaine? Marry me?” 

This time, Elaine finally nodded. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Robert Rosenthal.”

Rosie slipped the ring in her finger and Elaine wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. She never thought that one night of accidentally time traveling would lead her to him—the man she would want to spend her life with. 

He pulled back from their kiss, both breathless and excited. “We gotta stop before we have a baby before the wedding.” 

Elaine laughed, and motioned him to rest on her chest. He did and she ran his fingers through his hair, a favorite thing she liked to do whenever they cuddled. 

“Where do you want to get married?” Rosie wondered. “I mean, we have to save up if you want a church wedding.” 

“I don’t think your mother will want us to get married in a Catholic church,” Elaine said. “You’re her eldest son, I’m sure she’d want you to get married in a traditional Jewish ceremony.” 

“Well, you’re the bride-to-be,” he replied, taking her hand. “‘Happy wife, happy life’, as I heard those old lawyers in the firm say.”

A bulb lit in Elaine’s head. “I got an idea.”

************

New York Post

March 12, 1947

Mrs. Rose Rosenthal of Flatbush, New York is pleased to announce the marriage of her son Mr. Robert Rosenthal to Miss Elaine Byrne, the daughter of Mr. Harry ‘Hal’ Byrne of Kensington, England and Mrs. Alice Halford of West End, Connecticut. The two were wed in the New York County Courthouse on March 11, 1947. 

After reading the announcement, Elaine folded the newspaper and laid it on the table. She saw Rosie watching her, and raised an eyebrow. 

“You like what you see, Mr. Rosenthal?” she asked. 

Rosie carefully laid his cup of coffee and leaned his back on the chair. His eyes trailed on her, pleased that she’s wearing his pajama flannel top over her body. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, with some strands falling on her face, framing it. 

“Is this what you always look like in the morning, Mrs. Rosenthal?” he countered, his eyes with a hint of wonder and teasing.

“Yes, regretting things now?” 

“No,” he shook his head, smiling. “I think you’re spectacular.”

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 37- Little Boy Blue

Summary: A Lee and Josie chapter full of emotional revelations and a sweet love reunion. Craig plays hardball with a nemesis. Jo has another nightmare that shakes her entire soul. Lee comforts her and makes a promise.

*Warnings* Strong language, angst, supernatural occurrences, smut, mentions of murder plots and threats, mild violence

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Craig, Ethan

Salem, Massachusetts

March 8, 2023

"Jason's what? I'm sorry, did you just say...hes' alive??" Lee asked with a raised brow and a tilted head as he peered down at your very serious and nervous face.

You were betraying your brother by telling his secret, but never again would you keep things from Lee, not even this and soon, you would also tell him about Jacob. Lee deserved to know that the woman he loves is also his son's aunt.

"Believe me, I know how insane this sounds but..."

"Jo...that's...not even possible...I...I saw him, treated him...h..how??"

"I saw him too...yesterday afternoon at my apartment, after I saw you. Well, he was at my landlord's apartment and I certainly wasn't supposed to see him. I came up the stairs and there he was in the hallway with Craig, both as shocked as I was. Let's go downstairs and get that wine. There's so much more I need to tell you."

You and Lee sat at the kitchen table for over an hour, sharing a newly opened bottle of red wine as you told him all you knew about Jason's resurrection and Elizabeth being Craig's ex wife, saving for the last, the part about your brother being Jacob's father.

"So then...who's in his grave?? I mean, there was a man in the ER that I tried to save Jo, believed to be Jason so who in the hell was it? Your mom, she identified him. She was certain it was Jason. She pointed out his necklace. God, this is mind blowing because you know what?...now it makes sense. He was unidentifiable. The man's head trauma was quite severe, his jaw crushed, including his teeth, probably from a beam falling on him I would suspect so a dental comparison was not possible and he was severely burned, including his hands, almost to a crisp so...no fingerprints. His DNA was not on file as well. Wow...it was all set up."

"Yeah...I don't know who we buried. The conversation didn't get to that but I'm going to guess it was either some innocent man that was just there that day having his lunch and is probably now considered missing, which is so unsettling. What if he had a family? I can't even imagine what they're going through if he did. This all pisses me off so bad that Jason did this and damn the consequences and whomever gets hurt all so he can get his revenge. I get it, I do, about that but he could have handled it without dying per se."

"I'm so sorry baby, that he did this to your and your mom. Does she know?"

"Oh believe me, if she knew, I would have heard about it by now. I wasn't even supposed to tell you, but there's no way I could, or would keep this from you, especially after everything we have been through."

"Thank you sweetheart. It means everything to me that you trust me with something so huge like that. And Elizabeth, I can't even. She's like a fucking plague. I remember telling you about how she got married and had a kid with the guy, but I never knew his name nor met him. I feel for this Craig a bit, considering he is possibly in the same boat with me, not knowing if his child is his child and the thought of her being Ethan's...I can't even...but at least he has an idea, where is I have no clue who Jacob's biological father is."

There it was. The moment you would have to break his heart all over again and it was making you sick to your stomach because Lee had been through so much already, especially today. What would this do to him? After everything, could you possibly lose him because it might just be too weird and too much to handle about you being Jacob's aunt? It was a risk you had to take so Lee could have some sort of peace over it all, although peace would be the last thing he was going to feel at first.

"Lee...I..."

You froze and Lee could see there was something you were dreading to tell him.

"Hey, baby girl...what is it? You know you can tell me anything." he sweetly said and reached over to lay his hand upon yours.

"I know." you smiled as tears began to well up in your fretful eyes. "It's just that...what I have to tell you, I...don't even know how to say it."

"Well, I find the simplest way to say something is to just say it. Just throw it all out there. Maybe try that, because...you're kinda scaring me here a little."

"I'm so sorry. Ok...I umm...I...I know who...Jacob's father is." you stuttered out and cringed while doing so.

Lee's hand slowly slid off of yours as he sat back and straight up in his chair, his eyes widened with instant grief.

"You...you know who? That...that means...it's actually true?"

"I...yes. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to have to tell you this. I..found out yesterday. Jason told me and.."

"Wait..Jason told you?? How would he even know?"

You began to choke up as you lightly gulped before continuing.

"He umm...Lee...it's...he knows because...it's...him."

Lee's entire body noticeably stiffened and you swore he stopped breathing for a moment as he gazed at you like a deer in the headlights.

"That...that can't be...I mean...how? Wait...what????"

"Elizabeth....she knew Jason, probably because of Ethan, I don't know really. She was in love with him I guess and well, Jason loved Britt as you know, so one night, out of her jealousy and drunkeness, Elizabeth told him the truth before Jacob died. From what I understand, she let Jason spend time with Jacob from time to time but Jason didn't want him to be a part of his life, only to protect him from the life he lived and then...when Jason ended up choosing Britt, Elizabeth snapped and Jason feels, just as you do, that....Jacob's death was not an accident. Jason thinks she did it to get back at him and he...he even thinks she had something to do with his so called death and...."

Your words were cut short by Lee abruptly shoving his chair back to stand and he just stood there, staring with gaping eyes darting around as his breaths accelerated.

"Jesus christ....that... that means...you....you are his.....THAT'S what he meant..he knew and was trying to tell me." Lee whispered loudly as he walked off into the other room.

"Lee, wait...that's what WHO meant?? And knew what??" you frantically asked as you hurried after him.

"Yesterday...." he gasped and paced about. "God, you're going to think I am fucking nuts. It..it was at the same time, the same time Jo, that you found out. I..I saw him...I saw Jacob..."

Lee paused as he panted, staring at you with desperation for you to believe him.

"Ok, ok baby, slow down and breathe. I believe you and would never think you're nuts. How could I not believe you after all the other things you have witnessed...what I even witnessed the day the windows blew out. Tell me what happened. Take your time. It's ok. I promise. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course...I...I was going to tell you...but..everything else happened. After I left you at Gordon's work, I decided not to wait for him to get back and I...I went to the house...I needed to stay busy and try to get more of Jacob's things. I..I just keep putting it off ya know....and...anyways." he said as he shook his head in frustration. "I...I was packing some of his tuff in a box, some books and...and his favorite stuffed animal, a monkey...he loved monkeys and..I always called him monkey cause he liked to jump in the bed in the mornings and wake me up and fuck I'm rambling."

Lee rubbed his hands down his face and sucked in a deep breath.

"Hey, look at me, look at me. It's ok. You can ramble all you want. I'm listening. I'm right here. Focus on me ok?" you assured him and took his hand.

Lee's eyelids fluttered a bit as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts and then he softly nodded and gulped before continuing.

He began to tell you as the look on his face told you he was reliving it in his mind.

"As I was packing, I..I had the music on...the song I put in your gift...time in a bottle...it was playing and I was thinking about you and...just as I was putting his monkey in the box....I felt like someone was there and when I looked up...he was there Jo. Jacob was standing right beside me and he pulled the box down and got out his toy airplane, the began running all around the house, holding it in the air like it was flying, just like he always used to do. I...I couldn't even believe my own eyes. I thought I was having some kind of break from reality due to all my stress. Especially when....when he ran through a doorway and then all of a sudden he was coming down the stairs on the opposite side of the house. I then...I...tried to touch him as he sat and played with the plane and...it shocked me...it shocked me Jo, like...it knocked me back on my ass. And then...he just looked at me and said...'where's mommy.' And then, he was just gone. "

(Enjoy the small clip below of that scene Lee is remembering. I added "Time in a Bottle" to it)

"After that, I went and took a long hot shower to wake up. I hadn't been sleeping well and literally thought I was hallucinating. So it was either the shower or I was going to drink myself to death. I...I wanted to call you but...I couldn't tell you something like that over the phone when I couldn't even understand what happened to even be able to try. Anyways...after my shower, I got dressed and I went into Jacob's room, looking at all of his things that I left just as he had left it. I couldn't bring myself to continue packing after what I believed I saw, because why? Why was he there? The way he took his toy out of that box, it was like he didn't want me to pack his things or maybe he just didn't understand what I was doing with them. So instead, I found myself straightening his room up, dusting off the bed and stuff, and then...he was there again. Right by his bed. Again, he said 'when's mommy coming back.' and then he got distracted by his tent fort that he and I built out of chairs and sheets and he ran into it."

"His smile...Jo it was so real. He even had the little chip in his front tooth from when he tripped over that same divot in the backyard that you tripped over. I...I just kept staring at him ya know? His baby blues sucking me right in. I used to also call him little boy blue, you know, the nursery rhyme? I would read it to him from one of his books that had a collection of all the old stories. You know, I don't see one ounce of Liz in him, strangely, I never did and his blue eyes, I thought he got them from me....that is until I was told he wasn't mine. I would look at him more often after that, wondering if he looked more like his father because I couldn't see myself in him anymore. Crazy to think I ever did when his blue eyes are of Jason's."

"He's your son, no matter what Lee. I mean, look, he comes to see you, not Jason. He sees you as his father and you are and always will be. He don't even go to Elizabeth, just you. Well, unless he really did cut her seatbelt because he knows what she did."

"But then why was he asking for her like he missed her?"

"I...I don't know baby, I wish I had all the answers. So, him asking for her, is that what you were talking about? That you knew what he meant and that he knows?"

"No...no...I mean, I thought that's what he meant then, until now....I...I crawled into his fort to see if he was still there...and he was, playing with some toys."

Lee's emotions were building as he closed his welled eyes and had to place his hand horizontally over his mouth.

Immediately, you pulled him down to you and held him so tight, laying your cheek against his. His arms reciprocated so fast and he held you even tighter.

"Heyy my beautiful sweet guy. You can take a break. There's no rush. I am not going anywhere, I promise. You can even stop completely if you want to."

His whimpered warm breath grazed your ear. "No...I...I need to tell you this...now. Jacob...he wants me to...You'll understand why in a minute."

You kissed his lips softly, then his forehead as you stroked his hair before he released you and resumed his supernatural story, although his hand still clung to yours.

"I watched him for a few moments while he played with his dinosaur figure and wooden train engine that I carved him as a birthday gift when he turned 4. And then I asked him if he knew why he was here. He said because he lived there as he continued playing."

"I then asked him if there was something he wanted or needed. He said...he said..."

Lee choked up and sighed heavily. "He said it was me that needed something before he rode the train back to his papa and mama. I asked him what he believed I needed and he said....you. He said you make me happy and him happy and then he randomly asked again about Liz, when's mommy coming back? I remember smiling at his words about you, but at that time, I thought you may never come back to me so I told him, I'm sorry monkey but I think it will just be me and you for awhile buddy."

"He said...'No. Mommy will come back. She's just afraid.' Can you believe a 5 year old little boy said something so grown up?" Lee aid as he lightly chuckled. "So...I told him that mommy did some not so nice things and wouldn't be coming back. I didn't know how else to explain it to him. I mean, I'm seeing a fucking ghost Jo. My son, he's a ghost. How do I make him understand, ya know? About what Liz really was and still is. But the thing is, that I realize now...he wasn't talking about her. He then said 'yes she will. The nice lady who loves you. She's family.' And then... he just... looked at me....and I just looked at him in confusion...and then, he was gone again."

"My god Jo, he was talking about YOU. I thought at first that when he said family, that he meant that he saw you in that way, and I believe that to be true but now I also know it was because you ARE family. He knew, he knows you are his aunt but...I think he sees you as a mother figure, even when he didn't even know you in life. He came to me at the same time you were finding all that out...God, this is all so damn crazy that I can't even wrap my head around it! I mean, what are the odds that you and I were brought together??? And you finding the bracelet I lost that he gave to me and you saving my fucking life when I had given up all hope. It was him, it was ALL him. That's why he is here Jo. For us. He wants us to be together. Look how that song came on in the kitchen that night we danced and almost kissed. The fucking radio was not even plugged in! And the windows blowing out in Liz's presence as we argued...He knows what she did and my god, that evil sadistic bitch fucking knew all along that Jacob was Jason's...and I...can't even speak about her right now because I want to tear her head off.... and...ALL that wasted time, if you and I had only met sooner...we all could have been a family Jo, you, me and Jacob and he would possibly still be alive because I would have left Liz in a heartbeat for you and we could have taken him from her. You could have been his real mother. You could have had the child you couldn't have...and it would have been with me and....and...."

Lee was so worked up at this point that he became very distressed.

"Now that I've seen him, I'm afraid if I leave that house with his things and don't go back, I'm never going to see him again!"

He then began to heavily sob and now you were too. You reclaimed him in another embrace and you just held him and gently rocked him, as if you were dancing again. Now you knew. Your fears had been chased away. Lee was not going to leave you and he had confirmed that by his wishes that you all could have been a family. God how you wanted that with him. He was your forever, til death shall you both part.

"Lee, I am soooo sorry for what I have put you through today when you were holding all of that inside. God, this hurts so much that you're hurting like this. You're right though. I believe he is here for us. He is team JoLee." you laughed and sniffled as you gently wiped his tears from his broken eyes. I remember that nursery rhyme very well. i don't know if this will make you feel any better or worse but I feel it's another sign. My aunt Olivia, my mom's youngest sister who I would call Olive because I couldn't say her name right, used to watch us kids when we were little while mom and dad worked and she read that to Jason and even called him that too."

Lee actually smiled as he was now starting to relax, for you were truly the only one that could keep him grounded.

"It does make me feel better because it's all part of our story, our destiny, Jacob's too. You...you always make me feel better. No matter what I am going through, you make it all go away with your witchy magic spells that I have helplessly fallen under. Team JoLee huh? I love it...I love you...so fucking much. If you only knew."

"I do know." you softly squeaked as you tenderly traced his bottom lip with your thumb.

"The first time....ever I kissed your mouth..." Lee softly sang in a whisper and then brought his lips to yours.

It was done. The desire, the longing and out of this world love for each other eliminated everything else as your lips pushed firmly back into his. Lee's arms locked around your back and he he lifted your feet from the ground, holding you against him as he trailed butterfly kisses down your neck as you kicked your boots free. Once they dropped, Lee took one hand and grabbed behind your thigh, pulling your leg up his side as he backed you through the air and against the wall. Your other leg then followed suit and clasped with your other one behind his back in which he groaned intensely as he instantly grinded his solid length over your entrance that dampened your thin leggings.

Your fingers found his shirt buttons and undid them in a swift perfect sequence until his bare sculpted chest was exposed to your wanting hands. You gazed at his beauty as your palms ran down his pecks and over his rippled abs that sucked in to your touch followed by his deep gasp of yearning. His lips came back to yours, your tongues making love as you glided his shirt down his arms, letting it flow to the floor. Your shirt was next and then your bra. A heavy sigh released his lips as they found your aroused nipple while his hand graced your other breast with a soft caressing motion of his thumb.

You then unhooked your legs and stood up for him to yank your pants down and clean off. He buried his face into your stomach, kissing every inch, working his way down until you felt his tongue delve between your folds with a long slow lick from bottom to top, sending a sonic boom through your core as he grazed over your bud.

Your head arched back and your fingers dove through his locks as he teased a swirling flicker over the highly sensitive spot. Suddenly, his arms bent up under your thighs and you were lifted and held firmly in a leg spread seating position by his muscular limbs as he knelt on the floor with his palms planted on the wall and then...his tongue thrusted into you, dancing about in your heated taste. The combination of his darting plunges and bellowing moans broke your unstable dam, sending a flooding rush of climatic pulsating waves over him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! God Leeeeeeeeee!!!"

Your scream was so insanely high pitched, you wouldn't be surprised if Lee's distant neighbors heard it. His back heard it alright as your nails dug right up his shoulder blades.

"Damn baby." he panted as he licked his lips and smiled up at you with a curled pouty lip, then let your shaking legs rest on the ground while he still supported you, or you would have fallen smack dab on your ass in your weakened state.

"Hold on to me." he quickly said and hoisted you onto his lap, then stood up as you squeaked out a giggle. Lee then carried you to the couch and gently laid you down, unable to move for a moment as he took in the radiant vision before him. The vision of him was quite mesmerizing as well as he stood above you, shirtless and the head of his seeping cock breaching the waistline of his jeans.

Watching him remove them was another joy all in itself, causing your core to relight like a match strike. He lowered himself over you, kissing you deeply and passionately, letting you taste yourself as he took his knee and pushed your leg up, then without warning, Lee thrusted into you, ripping your mouth from his as a squealed gasp came powering out.

Your wetness allowed him to fill you up instantly and he wasted no time rocking into you hard and steady with his foot propped on the floor and his other one stretched out down the couch. His arm slid under your other leg and pinned that one up too, bringing every inch of his straight to your sweet spot with his grinding sways. His bursting gasps and groans were in sync with his magical movements, bringing you both over the edge together.

"Leeee...I....oh my...g..god..." you cried, bucking your hips up like a rabbit.

"Jo...fuck...J..Jo baby...ah...ahhh...AHHHH!!"

He slammed against you, his hips vigorously jerking, his arms flexed and shaking profusely as he released into your release. The magic this man had to easily unhinge you in such ways was like no other ever had or could. He was meant for you and you for him...forever.

Lee kissed you tenderly, toying with your hair as you stroked his perspiring face.

"I'm sorry about today." he whispered.

"I'm not." you replied and smiled, making him smile and kiss you again, then you both shared a a gaze of looking into each other's souls.

"Jo...I did not wait for you. I wish I had but I didn't know you were coming. When you walked into my life, I didn't know it was you because I didn't know there was a you. You were never a list, a goal, or an expectation, only a dream. You were a surprise, a gift, an adventure, a beautiful new beginning to a story I never thought I'd have. As cheesy as this might sound, you complete me. I was empty before I found you."

"Right back at ya babe."

Lee chuckled, as did you, at the short but meaningful phrase you and he always spoke, then he kissed you again and got up, handing you a blanket.

"How about some dinner and music my girl. I'll go see what I have on hand to whip up. At least we got it right this time and made love first so the food don't burn like the last two times."

You wrapped up like a burrito in the large plush material as you laughed at his remark.

"Mmm yes please, I'm starving. Lee?" you called to him before he left the room.

"Yeah beautiful?"

"You don't have to leave or sell that house if you don't want to."

Lee softly smiled in awe of your understanding. "God I love you."

He blew you a kiss, clicked the music on and went to dress, then make dinner as you laid there for awhile in the afterglow of his love and during that time, you fell asleep with your relentless nightmares returning.

"Have you successfully picked up the package?" Craig asked into his phone as he steadily stared at one of his unfinished art pieces due to his lack of inspiration.

"Good. Bring him up." he continued in a wicked tone and hung up, then sipped his wine while anticipating the arrival of his guest.

The door opened and in stumbled an extremely agitated Ethan being shoved by Craig's men. Corinthos may have been his Kingpin employer, but Craig handled his own business in his own way.

"What the fuck Parker??!!" Ethan reeled when he saw the calm and cool Kiwi enjoying his usual blood red vintage paired with the eeriness of dried paint on his hands resembling the same murderous hue.

"Well, here comes the blushing bride...or should I say groom, one of them anyways."

"What the hell are you talking about and why am I being drug here and man handled by your thugs??!! I don't have any business with you!"

"Oh on the contrary, yes you do. Man handled, that's kind of your thing yes? And thugs? Hmmm, pot calling the kettle black don't ya think? Considering what you are? Don't be rude now. They can hear you." Craig quipped as he gave the two brawny men a grinning glance.

"Cut the witty bullshit Parker. It's like nails on a chalkboard and it would seem you're the one in black, taking over Jason's role. The new, but not improved Stone Cold wannabe. You're no better than me."

Craig sat motionless with a locked on predator glare at Ethan as he gritted his teeth, wanting to paint him red for knowing of his part in Jason's hit, but he couldn't reveal that he knew. As far as Craig being like Jason, he was in one particular way. He could be just as stone cold as him. Stone Cold Jason Morgan, a well deserved epithet given to him by the moniker making Damion Spinelli, a geeky, undetectable computer hacking genius and loyal, good friend of Jason and Craig's who aided Craig in this little treasure hunt.

"Jason's name will never cross your lips in my presence again or I'll remove them with a box cutter and display them on one of my art pieces. And as far as you are concerned, that is where you are wrong. You see, you and I are not the same. The reasons for my madness are for the greater good where is yours are solely that of being both a masochistic and sadistic piece of shit. So now, let's get down to business. You're stinking up the place."

Craig went over to his desk, put his glasses on as he sat down and searched for something.

"Now where is...ahh yes, here the little sweet bit is."

Craig picked up an envelope that was sitting in clear view on the edge of the desk, for if there was one thing he enjoyed doing, it was toying with people like Ethan.

"Here ya go. This will probably be worse than nails screeching down porcelain enameled steel." Craig daunted as he eagerly handed his dug up skeletons to Ethan with confidence.

"What is this??"

"Well, unless you're psychic, you'll have to actually look at it."

Ethan pulled out the single 8 x 10 folded paper and began to scan it. As he did so, his chocolate eyes slowly widened. Craig then walked over to the coincidental chalkboard that hung on his wall and ran his nails over it, Freddy Krueger style as he leered at Ethan with an ominous raised brow while chanting a one liner from the notorious Elm street tune..

"One, two, Craigy's coming for you."

"H..how did you know..."

"How did I know about that little tidbit of juicy info?? Well...you can thank my ex ball and chain for that, for she told me something long ago about you, knowledge that I believed to be totally useless to me at that time, but you know Beth and her big mouth, always blabbing people's business and always sucking your cock with it, etcetera etcetera."

"Now hold on a..."

"I'm not finished." Craig snapped, then sat in his painting chair and continued his taunting tale with great satisfaction.

"Seems you have a big trap too and should be more careful what you relay to loose lips Lizzy and believe me, there was completely a pun intended there. Anyways, I suppose since her and I had just gotten hitched, she thought she would share your happy news as well of how you married HER ex and then he filed for divorce soon after. What was the matter, you couldn't get it up? They have drugs for that you know? SO...recently, it all struck my urge to go digging through the dirt since I now know who your ex is. You see, slugs like you always leave a slimy trail. But that's all irrelevant really. What matters here is that I found out your dirty little secret that you kept hidden after the fact."

"What do you want? Why the fuck are you doing this?? This has nothing to do with you."

"It's always the same old questions, what do you want, why are you doing this blah blah blah. To be clear, it has everything to do with me, maybe not directly, but hopefully your measly mindless brain will soon catch on. Does the name...Josephine March ring a bell?"

Ethan's eyes rolled up from the damaging document to meet Craig's dilated devious ones.

"What does that little whore have to do with this?"

"Easy..." Craig snarled though his clenched teeth as his entire body stiffened up like a cat ready to pounce.

"Ohhh...I get it now. You know her because of Ja...umm...her brother. You're just another sucker that's fallen under her spell. So again, what does she have to do with this?"

"For a second there, I thought the light came on but it would seem there's an electrical short somewhere most likely due to your man bun being too tight. Let me spell it out for your grade school mentality. I learned that your ex is her man and that you're terrorizing her. She's off limits to you from here on out. If you even so much as look at her, I'll be there....and I'll gladly offer this info to her boyfriend...whom according to one mysteriously missing document...is still your husband. A divorce certificate that does not exist. It all just vanished, poof, into thin air, along with any records of Lee's filing and by whom? After some light digging, it would seem it's none other than your big wig attorney, one E.J. Dimera. Yeah, I know about his dealings with you and your butt buddies, the Zacharra's. Everyone in Salem and the entire state of Massachusetts clear to Boston know what the Dimera's are capable of accomplishing. How many zeros did you pay for it all to go away as if it never happened? I mean, I am sure a judge must have finalized it with his signature and seal of the courts so Lee had a copy. Is the judge in your pocket too??? And better yet, what I can't wrap my head around is what exactly are you hoping to gain out of going to all the trouble? Are you that pathetically desperate just to keep a man bound to you that don't want or love you?? Are you saving the little time bomb for some opportune moment of some sort?? If you think he despises you now, well...I think you can see how it will all play out if he learns the truth. Such as, say...he tries to get married again. This only prolongs the inevitable. What is this all going to DO for you?"

"You can't prove any of this. It was obviously just carelessly overlooked. Maybe Lee forgot to file with all he was going through because I was never even served. Simple as that."

"News flash. Avoiding being served, which is what you did, does not stop a divorce. And fucking please, is that how you're really going to try and get out of this with that dumb ass explanation?? The good doctor did not forget something of such importance. He was too determined to end it before it ever began and he's far too intelligent to make such a mistake. I guarantee you he has copies of everything after he filed, including the final decree but of course he probably never thought he'd actually need to prove anything because things like this only happen in books, movies and soap operas. More importantly, the courts don't just carelessly overlook these things. Not without a hefty bribe or blackmail from someone of high threatening stature, which is where we once again come back to E.J.. Simple...as...that." Craig retorted as he nonchalantly multi-tasked with organizing his art supplies to distract his intense urge of having Ethan take a swan dive off the roof.

"You really shouldn't go around tossing those kinds of accusations about someone like E.J....."

Craig's cocky laughter cut Ethan's words short and only proved even more to him of Craig's fearlessness and that he was up shit creek without a paddle.

"Someone like E.J. Ooooo I'm shaking in my ass kickers man. How bout this? I'll just give the good old Englishman E.J. a call and accuse him myself then. I'm not a pansy ass coward like you are....obviously. I'll also be sure to let him know that you ratted him out as well. Three, four, better lock your door." Craig jested, trying not to smile as he turned around to face a confounded Ethan.

Ethan momentarily dropped his head, knowing Craig had him by the balls, but kept on with his lame argument.

"Again, you can't prove it. There's no trail. You have absolutely nothing."

"The wheels on your short bus go round and round, yet you still can't comprehend that I DON'T NEED TO PROVE IT! The proof is all right fucking there in black and white, a marriage certificate that has no supporting divorce decree ANYWHERE and THAT PROVES your farce of a marriage is not legally dissolved, which is all that really matters here and it's all that WILL matter to your clueless hubby. I'm not out for E.J. unless he gives me a reason to be and I'm not looking for legal action upon you, I mean, you and I both know things don't get handled legally in our world. Simply comply with my terms. Stay the fuck away from Jo or Lee learns the truth and goes all Satan on you. Five, six, grab your crucifix."

"Ok, enough man. You ask what's in this for me. Well what the hell is in this for you Craig??? Josie will never want you if that's your end game somehow. First of all, she's so fucking far up Lee's ass and vice versa that nobody can tell where one begins and the other ends and second, what do you think she will think of you if she knows you kept this information from her just to torture me huh??"

"Now see, that's none of your concern because SHE is none of your concern anymore. It's not to torture you, you self-absorbed Shirley Temple haired sleaze! My end game is simply to keep her safe from the narcissistic likes of you and that's ALL I care about. The last thing she needs right now is to know about this, which I just know you're itching to tell her. I mean, I COULD just do her and Lee both a favor right now and wipe your ass all over this floor and then have my men dispose of you down in the boiler room where your dying embers will forever remain, which THAT don't only happen in movies, BUT..." Craig sighed. "Karma wants and deserves that honor more than I do."

By karma, Craig was referring to Jason. As bad as he wanted to make good on his threat, he would not deny his friend the long awaited and carefully planned take down of Ethan Bloom, just as Ethan and his goon guild had done to Jason. But the fact that Jason was biding his time in doing so was getting under Craig's skin because it allowed Ethan all the more time to torment you and he wasn't going to allow it to continue, even if he knew he was going about it the wrong way by keeping Lee's marital status a secret from you, especially when he swore to you he would do everything in his power to earn your trust back. It didn't matter though really. Craig knew he would never have you, but what ever feelings he had developed for you still made him want to keep you safe.

"Karma wants me huh? Well, aren't I getting that now? I will say, I do like the part about you wiping my ass all over this floor. Maybe we could come to some...agreement. I could enjoy that." Ethan stupidly offered with a sly grin as he randomly envisioned a shirtless Craig holding wolverine claws due to all the Freddy talk.

"Did....you just...fucking hit on me????? The only hit you ever send in my heterosexual direction better be the kind that fucking kills me. I'm into God given tits and warm cherry pie, not a shit stained cock that even your precious Lee didn't want anymore!" Craig fumed as he picked up a long and thin paintbrush, then rushed over to Ethan.

"I can only imagine this when I look at you! This...this isn't a cock. It's like your limp little dick!" he then loudly raged with every bone and vein protruding from his neck as he held the brush up in Ethan's face.

"You talk a whole lotta smack about dick's for someone who claims they don't swing that way. Why don't you just kill me instead of all this huh?? I can tell when someone is afraid to leave the closet and..."

A gasping grunt was heard as Craig grabbed the back of Ethan's neck and hurled him across the floor with one swift shove, then he graced Ethan's gut with a hefty football kick.

"You audacious little fuck. If I was ever into men, I still wouldn't touch you even while wearing a fucking hazmat suit!! Now get the fuck out of here before I shove this paintbrush so far up your dick hole, you won't need Viagra anymore! You're the one who should be afraid. Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again!!!"

Craig then sat back down at his desk and put his glasses on as his flushed face slowly regained it's natural tone. He then looked over at his lackeys, becoming highly annoyed.

"Why are you still here??? Get him the fuck out of here! Out the back."

Once Ethan was removed from his sight, Craig resumed his wine consumption as he cranked his music, wishing to release his frustrations out on a new canvas. As he stood, staring blankly at the white board, trying to take your advice and find inspiration through his daughter, nothing came to him as usual. So, in his anxious state, he headed out to his terrace with a new bottle of wine and drank his frustrations away instead.

After Lee had dinner cooking in the oven, a quickly mixed up meatloaf and potatoes, he noticed you had fallen asleep, a vision he could look at for hours upon end, but he decided to pry himself away and go outside to tend to his small garden so he wouldn't do what he wanted to do instead, call Liz and cuss her ass out, although he wanted to do much much more than that. The rage he felt inside over what she had done to him and Jacob sent his mind spiraling to a very dark place and if you hadn't been there at that moment, he would be downing a bottle of Jack, then stupidly driving to confront her and most likely winding up in jail. Once again, you kept him grounded.

As Lee began to snip a few scarlet red roses, you were succumbed in a nightmare that seemed far too real to only be a dream.

You could hear a train's horn in the distance and the railroad rumble of the wheelsets nearing closer by the minute. Standing alone in the foggy dark night, you could see a blurry vision of the hospital cutting through the murkiness and the word 'emergency' lit up in bright crimson letters that flickered as if it had some kind of short.

"Lee!!!" you called out, your voice echoing into the night as you slowly turned in circles in your search for him but he was nowhere in sight. The pale moon was full and cast only enough light for you to see a few feet in front of you.

You felt the anxiety creeping over you as your voice became muffled out by the roaring but invisible locomotive quickly approaching.

"LEEEE!!!!" you screamed as tears flowed like a waterfall over your chilled cheeks, but no sound came from your trembling lips, only a cloud of your warm breathe escaped them into the crisp air.

You could suddenly see movement in the distance, shadow figures appearing within the mist. Faint laughing soon meshed together into howling cackles and they sounded so familiar.

Something touched you and as you spun around screaming, you saw Ethan with these steel razor like nails, wiggling them at you and then another touch was felt, a hard poke in the rib cage of your back. Spinning around again with a squealing gasp, there was Elizabeth, holding a knife. Both had you sandwiched and both were glaring at you with terrifying frozen full toothed grins, like something out of the movie Smile. You were then touched again on the back of your leg and as you spun around once more, this time you saw the blinding light of the train. Ethan and Elizabeth squinted and ran as if they knew what was coming and then, there was a tug at the hem of your shirt. Gasping, you jumped back a step to see.....Jacob with the train's light glowing all around him like a fiery eclipse.

"Don't be afraid Mommy. Daddy likes to ride trains. It will come soon."

"J...Jacob?? What...what is happening?? Where...where is Lee?"

Jacob gazed at you in silence with his big blue eyes, then turned and walked away into the light to stand beside someone. A very tall someone who's face became visible, also from the train's light....it was Lee.

What sounded like a crack of thunder exploded through the air, only you soon realized it was not thunder, but the familiar sound of a gunshot and you then saw Lee holding his bloodied abdomen just under his ribs in which he was staring down at in confusion. He then raised his head, releasing a sharp gasp and looked directly into your eyes, his brows furrowing.

"Who are you?" he whispered.

The train horn blared again, so deafening you had to cover your ears as you screamed for Lee once more and then... you woke up screaming his name for real.

Lee came racing in the door and came to a surprised stop as he saw you standing there, partially wrapped in your blanket and crying and shaking like a leaf while looking as if you had seen a ghost. And in your quivering hand was a steak knife.

"Baby...you alright??" he calmly asked, hiding his fear for your sake as he slowly approached you and carefully reached for your hand.

"Jo, sweetheart...It's me...Lee....I don't know what's happening..but... can you give me the knife baby?"

Your gaping eyes darted down to the knife that you didn't even realize you were holding, nor did you recall picking up.

"I...I...I...I....I..." you sputtered. "I...don't...I don't know where I got this...or...or how...I got..."

You paused and gulped in panic as you dropped the knife and leaped into Lee's arms, whimpering and clutching him like a vice grip.

"Shhhhhh....shhhhh baby. I've got you. Sweetheart, you were asleep on the couch when I went outside. I...I think you may have been dreaming. I..I heard you scream for me. Do...you remember?"

You planted your eyes shut as you cringed.

"Uh..huh....E...Ethan...E.E..E..Eliz...they...were...I saw them....I saw them and...I saw you an an an an and J..Jacob...A train...blood...oh god, Lee, let me go, I think I'm going to be sick."

You slapped your hand over your mouth and ran up the stairs, tripping over the blanket and then you just dropped it and kept going.

Lee stood there for a moment, quite befuddled as he gazed into the living room where you had fallen asleep. There, on the coffee table was a plate with an apple core on it where Lee had sat the day before, cutting up his favorite fruit up with the knife that now laid upon the foyer's floor. He then could hear you gagging and bolted up the stairs.

"Jo! Babe...can I come in?" he asked in concern as he tapped on the bathroom door of his bedroom.

You began to cry so he hurried right in to find you huddled up on the floor beside the toilet.

"Heyyyyy sweet girl." Lee softly and sweetly whispered as he knelt down and stroked your hair from your face. "Talk to me. Are you alright?"

"I...I think so now...I...god I'm sorry. I feel so stupid."

"Nope. No feeling stupid. Something scared the hell out of you and that's nothing to feel stupid about my love. Come on. Take a hot shower and relax, gather your thoughts. I'll wait right here in the bedroom for you so you feel safe and then we can go downstairs and you can tell me about your dream while we eat. Yes?"

His smile....god you could never resist that, especially this one, the soft closed lip grin that had a slight upward slant on the right side.

Lee wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up to stand, kissing your forehead upon completion, then he leaned into the walk in shower and turned the water on.

"There baby, plenty of soap and shampoo in there. Take as long as you want and need. I'll lay on the bed and read out loud so you can hear my voice. I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you and I'll help you through this like you always help me. I...I won't let you fall."

You kissed him long and soft as you held his face, then entered the sizeable shower.

You stood motionless under the hot steam, now remembering ever bit of the day terror. You've had your share of nightmares in your 30 years but never one quite like this, so realistic, so vivid. Was it Jacob? Did he visit you with a message? Jesus christ, was Lee in some kind of danger? How would you tell him about it??

Your mind raced with all these thoughts as Lee's voice of beautiful words danced around them, making it all go away. Of course, you had to cover your mouth as you burst into laughter over what he was reading. It must have been one of Jacob's books.

"How do you spell love Pooh?" Piglet asked.

"You don't spell it Piglet, you feel it." said Pooh.

You walked out to Lee while towel drying your hair to see him propped against the headboard with his cute wire rimmed reading glasses on and his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles with one of his button down shirts at his feet, most likely for you to wear.

Lee had been in the middle of reading when his words were abruptly interrupted by the sight of your bare form before him. You had to giggle at him lowering his glasses down his nose to view you in his state of awe.

He flipped the book up through the air and whipped out of bed to scoop you up into a swing around, making you squeal in laughter.

"God you are sexy as hell." Lee raved and then kissed you deeply. "Now, with that said, I suggest you put that shirt on or I guarantee you dinner will burn again."

He watched you with great resistance and a half smirk as you slipped the way oversized shirt on that came down to your knees, but to you, it was a perfect fit once you rolled up the sleeves.

You and Lee shared more wine, a white one this time as you devoured three helpings of the mouthwatering meatloaf and potatoes, for the only thing you had eaten in the past twenty four hours were Orlando's piece of toast and two bites of your ham sandwich. Once you had finished, Lee started a fire in the living room as you slipped on your leggings due to the chilly evening and then you cuddled on the couch with a blanket and wine and Lee's arm of safety around you as you then reluctantly told him all about the dream.

Once you had gotten it all out, you gazed up at him with welling eyes.

"Please...please Lee. Stay away from Elizabeth and as hard as I know that it is for you, please don't tell her or anyone even that you know the truth about Jacob's paternity. She only told Jason as far as I know and if she knows you know, she'll figure out he's alive and she'll run to Ethan about it and it will ruin whatever plan Jason has and it will even put him in more danger. As mad as I am at him, I don't want him to die for real. Just please, for now...promise me you'll stay out of it all. I..I know it was just a dream but I'm still scared nonetheless because I think Jacob was warning of something.... I...I can't lose you, I just can't. One week without you damn near killed me. Please promise me Lee!" you begged as your building tears finally flowed over.

"Hey, hey...I promise, I promise baby. I can do that for you to give you some kind of peace. All I really want is just to be with you, just like this and shut the fucking world out. Liz and Ethan, I believe, will be handled by karma and in the meantime, I will never ever let them hurt you." he sweetly assured as he wiped your tears.

"Here...I'll give you a symbol of my promise and my love for you." Lee continued and then reached over on the side table to pick up one of the red roses he brought in. He tore off a single petal and began to fold it into the shape of a heart as your hand laid gently upon his. Once he finished, he laced his fingers into yours.

"I think you can spell love." you told him as you peered up in his sapphire eyes. "For you just did with that beautiful heart."

Lee laid the heart petal down and pulled you against him where you laid your head over his own heart and listened to the distinct soothing sound that no other could match.

"How about a movie my girl? Maybe something funny or...romantic?" he said with the cutest smile.

"Ok. Anything that will keep me awake because I...I don't wanna dream any more."

"Well then...how about a Lord of the Rings trilogy marathon. There's some comedy in them and some love here and there."

"Perfect. My favorite movies are fantasy ones anyways and I love this one...the Hobbit too. You know? You'd make one damn sexy elf."

Lee bellowed out a hearty laugh. "Is that so? Even hotter than Legolas, Haldir or Thranduil?"

"Oh...waaaaay hotter babe."

"Mmmm. Alrighty then...I'll go make some popcorn!"

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[she-karev]

The Doppelganger (Maya x Carina Funny/Sweet Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Four

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy/Station 19

Fancast: AJ Cook as Mia Knight, Matthew Gray Gubler as Spencer Knight

Ship: Maya Bishop and Carina DeLuca

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter because this one is gonna be funnier and sweeter. Sign up to save Station 19 guys, it’s too good of a show to end so soon with so many plot holes. If not ABC then let another platform take it and run it. https://www.savestation19.com/

Summary: Maya comes to the hospital at Andrew and Amber’s request so they can prove her, and their patient Mia Knight look the same. Andy and Vic are with her and are amused at the coincidence.

Words: 2357

June 6, 2023

Amber starts prepping Mia for the C-Section and talks to her so she can ease her worries as they get closer to the surgery. Her husband is by her side holding her hand and whispering sweet words to her.

“So how did you two meet? I met my husband outside this hospital. I was here for an interview, and I decided to get coffee at the kiosk before. He was in front of me in line.” Amber chuckles at the memory, “He turned too fast and spilled his coffee on me.”

Mia grins slightly, “So not a meet cute then.”

“It got worse when he turned too fast again and hit me on the nose with his elbow.” Mia chuckles and so does Amber, “It’s one of those we’ll look back and laugh at this in the future moments.”

First Meeting Here

Mia smiles, “So how come you gave him another chance after the multiple assaults?”

“We met at a bar that night. He bought me a meal to apologize, we talked, and I realized he was nice and hot. 7 years later we’re married with a baby so happy ending. What about you guys?”

Spencer grins as he starts, “We met in college. I was in the physics department of UCLA; I was doing a dissertation on the physics and velocity of runners and did my experiments at the field where the track teams meet.”

“I was studying political science on an athletic scholarship I ran track.”

“Really?” Amber looks astounded by another trait she and Maya share, “Carina’s wife ran track too, she was even in the Olympics. Did you get that far?”

“No, I injured out 3rd year by then I met this brainy physics guy filming me in a way that would be creepy if he wasn’t a rare geek and adorable mix. I was sitting on the benches getting a drink of water and I asked him, ‘I hope you got good footage for tonight.’”

“And then I rambled on like an idiot and explained how velocity can be seen through the footage I took.” Spencer explains, “It was less of a meet cute and more of a college lecture.”

“And not a very long one since about five minutes in I said, ‘hey Spence maybe you can take me out for a coffee after this meet if it gets me out of this long ass conversation about the science of my sport.’ I was looking to make him stop and I could burn 2400 calories back then.”

Spencer smiles at her, “And you know what sold me in that moment? It was her being the only person in the entire world who calls me Spence.”

Amber chuckles as she takes Mia’s blood draw, “It’s the opposite for me I had this one girlfriend who called me Am it was so gross.”

Mia looks at her amused, “Did you dump her?”

“Like yesterday’s lunch.” Mia and Spencer laugh at that joke while Amber keeps monitoring her and the baby.

Meanwhile

Andrew walks down the hall with his sister-in-law Maya Bishop, her captain Andy Herrera and their friend Vic Hughes who all came by at his insistence on their day off. Andy yawns clearly, still tired while Hughes is peeved.

“DeLuke’s, do you want to tell me why you pulled me away from packing for Washington? My flight is in four days, and I am diligent when it comes to packing and air travel. And anybody who gets in the way of that better have a good reason or things will be ugly.”

Andrew grins, “Trust me Hughes this will be worth it, and I can’t tell you because it’s something I have to show you and more importantly Maya and most importantly my sister so she can be wrong, and I can be right for once.”

Maya raises an eyebrow, “You know I love you like a brother but any arguments you have with Carina I am always gonna side with her. Especially now when she is carrying our baby.”

Andy exhales, “Imagine a pissed off pregnant Italian woman? I’m afraid to see what that looks like in real life.”

“I’ve had enough pregnant women in my family to tell you it is the stuff of nightmares.” He stops them outside Mia’s room where the window is covered by the blinds, “Okay here we are ladies I just need to text my wife so she can open the blinds and you can be amazed.”

“Amazed by what?” Vic asks impatiently.

Andrew texts Amber and a few moments later he sees Amber opening the blinds allowing them to see Mia in full view in her bed. It takes a few seconds before Andy and Vic can see the startling similarity in the patient who is holding her husband’s hand while talking to Amber. Maya looks at Mia and raises an eyebrow but looks calm even when she acknowledges there’s a similarity.

“What the hell?” Andy asks DeLuca who is grinning at her reaction, “Who is she?”

“Andy Herrera, Maya Bishop, Vic Hughes meet Mia Knight, in for a scheduled C-Section with my sister and the man by her side is her husband, Spencer.” Andrew faces Maya with a smug grin while she looks nonchalant, “If you could tell Carina what everybody here can see clear as day, I would really appreciate it.”

Maya grins and shakes her head, “I’ll admit there is a small resemblance but looking close she doesn’t really look that much like me.”

“The hell she doesn’t.” Vic retorts, “She could be your twin.”

“Ooo maybe they are.” Andy chips in, “Separated at birth, your dad would do something that messed up.”

“That’s what I said.” Andrew points out with an amused smile, “But no she’s 10 years older and she was born in California.”

Vic smiles at this coincidence, “This is just what I needed before I left. I need to see this up close.” Vic walks to the door ignoring Andrew who tries to tell her to stop but she is quicker than him. She enters the room that a startled Mia and Spencer are occupying with Amber looking up in shock over being interrupted mid-sentence. Maya, Andy and Andrew enter the room embarrassed while Vic looks back and forth to the identical women with a chuckle, “Wow this is the coolest and weirdest thing I’ve even seen in my life.”

Maya tsks and steps forward feeling responsible for this unfortunate barging in. Spencer looks at Maya in shock and looks back at Mia who looks startled but calm just like Maya. Amber looks back and forth between the blonde women feeling like all the weird cases fall on her lap.

“It’s even more uncanny in real life.” Amber says before checking Mia’s vitals.

Mia chuckles and smiles finally understanding, “I guess this is why my doctors have been acting weird around me all day. I take it you know this woman who shares some similarities to me.”

“Some?” Spencer asks in shock, “Honey she could be your twin. Are you?”

Maya shakes her head with a grin, “No contrary to public opinion my ass of a father isn’t screwed up enough to give away my twin sister, it was just a coincidence that’s all. Hi, I’m Maya Bishop, I’m your OB’s wife.”

Mia grins at the greeting, “Mia Knight I’m your wife’s patient.”

Vic gasps as she realizes something, “Oh my god, your last name is Bishop and her’s is Knight, you guys are the Bishop and Knight checkmate! What do you do for a living? Do you fight fires? Please say you fight fires.”

Amber sighs and turns to Mia, “I am very sorry Mia I just wanted verification me and my husband weren’t insane. I did not count on firefighters storming in but with this team I should have accounted for it. Hughes maybe don’t interrogate her before she goes in to have her baby?”

Mia isn’t offended instead she chuckles, “No it’s okay this definitely more different than my last birthing experience. It’s weird but a good weird.” She turns to Vic, “I work at a law firm, I’m a lobbyist. My day-to-day job consists of explaining to legislators on policies and laws that need to be changed in a specific geographic location.”

Spencer nods, “Over 20 years and I still can’t understand her job, it’s not a science at all.”

Andy nods intrigued, “So your job is basically jumping through hoops to impress old white guys stuck in their old ways and try to get them to move with the 21st century?”

“Pretty much.”

“Interesting.” Andy smiles at Maya who raises an eyebrow, “Maya does the same thing only instead of changing laws she runs into fires. Are you a runner Mia?”

“Ran track in high school and college just like your friend.” Vic and Andy look at each other with wide eyes, “I didn’t get as far as the Olympics though so not much of a similarity just coincidence.”

Vic scoffs, “This isn’t a coincidence this is the Parent Trap!”

“We’re not twins Hughes.” Maya reiterates with a grin.

Amber nods, “Yeah, I looked into it and there are case studies that show you have at least one person in this world you share all eight facial features with. This happens to be Maya’s one person.” Mia and Maya look at each other inquisitively as if trying to see the twin-like features but they both shake their heads.

“I don’t see it.”

“Me neither.” Mia agrees with Maya.

Andy smirks, “Stubborn as a bull.”

Spencer chuckles, “Yeah I guess you recognize that from your clone too.”

Andy nods, “Yep that’s another trait I’m jotting down, DeLuca are you keeping score?”

“I’m busy with my patient speaking of which.” Andrew addresses Amber, “Dr. DeLuca how are her vitals so far?”

“Good their good, I was just about to explain the procedure before I prep her for surgery.”

“Which is something you should have done by now.” The team turn to a familiar Italian accent and see Carina by the doorway with an impatient look wearing a scrub cap ready to operate, “I came here because I thought you were prepping Mia but instead, we’re having a pizza party.”

Amber nods in shame, “Sorry Dr. DeLuca I was about to go over the steps of the procedure until Hughes barged in.”

“Hey, I am gonna leave so I am absolved of any guilt and shame.” Vic turned to Carina with a smile, “Is it gonna be weird? Is it gonna feel like operating on your wife while she’s pregnant with someone else’s kid?”

Carina rolls her eyes, “It’s not because I know this woman and my wife are the not the same person.” Carina spots Maya and grins at her, “Ciao bambina, whose idea was it to line you up with my patient to see the differences?”

Maya defends herself from her pregnant wife fearing reprimands, “I just got a call from your brother telling me to come down as soon as possible I did not think I was getting a…Vertigo live show.”

“That’s what I said!” Amber says with a smile, but Maya ignores her.

“I agree with you there is hardly a similarity, on some angles me and Amber could look alike but we don’t it’s the same with Mia. We will not be in your way anymore my love we were just leaving.”

“We were?” Andy asks with Maya and Carina responding with a glare causing her to realize their overstepping, “I mean we were, let’s go Hughes, let’s leave Maya’s pregnant clone to have her baby in peace.”

“Wait! I need a picture of you two.” Maya shakes her head amused, “Come on it’s my last week in town you can’t say no to me please, please.” Vic makes pleading hands to Maya and Mia who look at each other amused.

“She’s serious right now?” Mia asks Maya.

“She is when it comes to this stuff, one picture to get her off our backs, is that okay?”

“My back is already in pain from carrying a bowling ball in my stomach so sure let’s do this.”

Vic smiles, “I already like you more than Maya, come on next to each other husband can you move?” Spencer looks taken back but moves so Maya can take his spot with an apologetic look. Maya stands next to Mia who is in bed with a gorging pregnant belly and they both grin at the phone Hughes points at them and snaps a picture with a smile, “Okay now put your hand on her belly.”

Maya steps back knowing they’ve overstayed their welcome, “Okay we’re leaving now Hughes let’s go.” Vic scoffs disappointed but follows Andy out the door with Maya following before turning back to the couple with a smile, “Sorry about that congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Mia replies with a smile and the door closes leaving the couple with their doctors who are grinning in amusement until Carina steps up to Mia with a reassuring smile.

“Are we ready?”

Mia smiles, “Yeah oddly enough that actually made me less stressed thanks.”

“Thank my brother.” Carina turns to Andrew with a grin, “He doesn’t think before he acts, same with the woman he loves.”

Amber chuckles, “Hey it was his idea to bring him down here I was just supposed to open the blinds. Sorry about that I promise there will not be another audience.”

Mia grins, “I’ll give you guys this, you make great entertainment out of thin air for your patients.”

The three of them chuckle and Carina stands next to Mia with a smile, “Are you ready?”

Mia inhales deeply, holds Spencer’s hand while he gives her a reassuring nod and she follows turning back to Carina, “Let’s have a baby.”

Carina nods, “Let’s have a baby, Amber do you want to go over the steps of the procedure before we prep her?” Amber nods and explains the steps to Mia who looks more relaxed than she did when she first came in as well as Spencer who kisses her knuckles.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: Din reveals something he's suspected

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I apologize for not posting yesterday. So it looks like there is only one chapter left to The Crestworld part of Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest. Then the story will enter a brief hiatus, while I focus on other stories and more parts for OUTRC. Thank you all for following.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: Awkward conversations and question, banter, confronting a suspected thought, memories. If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

AO3 Link |   Words: 1,138 |   Previous -> Next

Main Master List   |  Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Listening to Din describe Camilla, made her sound special and other worldly, it made me wonder if maybe Din was embellishing a little. However, that didn’t matter really, it was his wife, he could embellish all he wanted for her memory. 

Yet when he finished the air in the truck was heavy, almost as though his sorrow and grief came back to the forefront. I wanted to make him laugh and smile again. 

“She sounds amazing, especially since it truly takes a very special person to put up with you” I smirked looking over at him, as he narrowed his eyes, “I’m kidding. Seriously, though she sounds wonderful. I wish I got to know her, she seems like someone I would’ve wanted to be friends with.”

He hummed in agreement, “She was. She was really wonderful, and as much as I don’t want to say this, she would’ve wanted to be friends with you too.”

“That would’ve been fun for you.”

“Tell me about it.” He grumbled.

“It’s nice to know Grogu inherited a lot from her, it’s like she’s still here in a way. After all, he doesn’t ever seem to have a bad day, plus he has the cutest smile and laugh.”

Din chuckled “Yeah, he did. I’m grateful I have him, it definitely makes me feel like she’s still around somewhat.”

I could understand that, I wish I could talk about my parents, my siblings, I miss all of them, for their safety and for mine, I can’t talk about them with anyone, but that doesn’t prevent me from being there for either of them. Maybe, I can do that to honour Camilla, to help look after her family, who she clearly loved dearly.

“Din, you know if you ever want to talk about her I’ll always offer a listening ear. Sometimes sharing stories about the ones we love keeps them alive in our memories.”

He simply nodded as his hand tightened on the steering wheel, he pulled into Boba’s ranch in one smooth motion, putting the car in park, “Thanks, that’s the first time in a long time I was able to talk about her and not feel completely shattered afterwards. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

Din’s eyes locked with mine as we sat in the truck. I could see why Camilla and him made sense, he had the rough exterior, grumpy, short tempered, but she was sweet and kind, loving and patient. She was his better half, two sides of the same coin. 

Plus, they were both very attractive people, it was evident how much they loved and cared for each other in the pictures Din had around the house. Even though she’d been gone for a number of years, the love they both felt was still very evident in the house.

Made me wonder if that would’ve been my life, if I … if I hadn’t married my ex. Granted, however, there’d been no one in my life that made my heart flutter when I was younger. 

Why couldn’t I’ve had that kind of warm and loving relationship? 

Why couldn’t I have met someone who’d look after me, care for me, and protect me?

Why did I have to marry … 

My eyes focused on the fence in front of us as flashes of my past played before my eyes, the pain, the trauma, the tears, the countless nights that I wished I hadn’t been forced into that marriage.

“Ann?” 

Din tapped her shoulder, pulling her out of whatever was going through her mind. He didn’t have to be a psychologist to know she’d gone through a pretty rough time, that much was evident with how she reacted to certain situations.

“You okay?”

I nodded, closing my eyes, pushing away the memories, “Yeah, sorry. My mind wandered.”

“Hey, I want you to know, if you ever need to talk, I’ll listen too.” 

In that moment, he couldn’t help notice how her deadened eyes, her tightened shoulders, the way her fists clenched against her thighs, she looked as though she was holding the weight of the entire galaxy. 

He let out a weighted sigh, he was going to take a chance to tell her this, because … well it was the right thing to do. 

“Ann, I know something happened in your past.” 

Her eyes shot wide open as her head swivelled to look at him in one quick and determined move, he held his hand up to reassure her, “I want to make it clear, no one said anything nor did I ask anything. Alright?” 

She didn’t really respond, simply keeping her eyes locked on him, until she let out the slightest sigh, “I don’t know anything about what happened to you, but I can guess, from what I picked up on over the past few weeks. Like the way you clocked everyone in that dinner, the way you picked the seat that gave you the most coverage, even though I took the seat with my back to the wall, you tried your best to stay low and out of sight. Not to mention, the way you make sure your door is locked when you go to bed, or the way you clean up after yourself, always keeping things tidy, like you don’t want to leave an imprint of yourself anywhere in case you have to leave in a hurry.”

He watched as tears welled up in her eyes, he didn’t want her to freak out, but he wanted her to know she could trust him, that he’d be there to listen, to help her if she needed, “You’re running from someone, aren’t you?”

I couldn’t find the words, no matter how many times I swallowed, or blinked, or looked around for a sign that it was okay to open up, to trust him. As much as I wanted to answer, the word ‘yes’ just wouldn’t escape my mouth. I couldn’t even nod in agreement. 

“It’s okay” he nodded as a solemn smile graced his lips, “I figured as much. How bad?”

My eyes dragged down slowly, as I focused on my hands, I slowly breathed in and out, taking one final swallow to calm my nerves. However, despite how hard I tried to quell my fear,  my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I gripped them harder against each other, when did they start to do that? 

“Bad” was all I could muster, as I kept focusing on something other than the questions he was asking. 

“How long?” Din’s voice was soft, solemn and strong. Letting her know it was all up to her to answer the question, she may not have wanted him to know. 

“Long enough”

“Hence the fake name.” 

I looked into his eyes, shock ringing through them; I couldn’t believe he’d known my name was fake this whole time.

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[zilabee]

Snippets from Brian Wilson's autobiography from 2016, that are kind of about Paul McCartney without necessarily being about Paul McCartney at all:

I wrote a song for [Frank Sinatra] once called "Still I Dream of It". He didn't say yes to the song, and that bothered me. It was a beautiful song about loneliness and hope.

I love that both Brian and Paul wrote weirdly sad songs for Frank Sinatra and Frank noped out on them both.

We went on our honeymoon at the beginning of 1965. I was sitting around, looking at the water or closing my eyes out on the beach, and a whole song came to me. It was "Girl Don't Tell Me." I didn't have any way to get it down. I didn't have a pen. I didn't have a guitar. I didn't have a piano. But I just heard the whole thing up there, from start to finish and I remembered it well enough to go later and write down the lyrics on a piece of paper. It was a real trip to write a song that way. I thought it would keep happening like that. It never did again.

He laid an egg! Like Paul with Yesterday. There's also another bit of the book where he says that he wrote Girl Don't Tell Me for John Lennon, and considered giving it to the Beatles, and that's why they didn't put backing on it or anything. Maybe you only lay eggs if you're thinking about John Lennon, that's all I'm saying.

Melinda and I got married at a chapel in Palos Verdas. I picked as the date February 6, because it was Marilyn's birthday. That way I figured, I would never forget the date. Melinda agreed.

Marilyn is his ex-wife. He got married on the date of his first wife's birthday. Apparently this is just something that makes sense and isn't weird at all.

Some answers are in my own songs, some answers are in other people's songs. One of the songs that never fails is "Let It Be". I sing it to myself all the time. Whenever it comes on the radio, it lifts me. Whenever I have mental problems, it saves me, big time. It's like a Valium to me.

There are other bits where he mentions Paul and Paul's music explicitly. Times they've met and sung harmony together. He calls him Pablo. He talks about hearing the Beatles and wanting to do something better and so on. He says that he'd still quite like to write a song with Paul but he's not sure that Paul would want to.

I could say that I really worked forever on it, that I spent a year imagining how the melody would work and another year on the lyrics. But the facts are that Tony and I sat down at a piano and wrote it in forty five minutes. […] If you look at the studio logs, it shows almost two dozen takes, but it didn't feel that way at all. "God Only Knows" felt easy. It came out like melted butter.

Writing emotional support songs for one another across the atlantic ocean.

I have heard those voices for a long time, maybe fifty years now. they first came to me when I was twenty-two, after I took LSD. LSD was something that people told me made your mind larger, and that sounded interesting to me. I was interested in exploring ways of getting expanded. The first time I took it, I had to go hide in a bedroom, and I thought mostly about my parents and whether I should be afraid of them. I also started to play what became 'California Girls' on the piano, that sound of the cowboy riding into town. I played it and played it until I heard other things inside of it. But about a week after that, the first voices started to pop up. They'd sound like a real person's voice, a person different from me who I couldn't control, but inside my own head. I didn't know what to do with them. [...] Doctors have told me that the voices didn't come from the acid, that they would have happened anyway, but I'm not sure. I didn't have them before.

That was 1964. I've never been able to work out how well known this was at the time, but Paul talks about not wanting to take lsd to begin with because he was worried he wouldn't be himself afterwards. He must have known stories like this, even if not Brian's particular experience. But if he did know about Brian, it would be even scarier, I think, because even then they must have seen a parallel in how they heard music, how their brains worked in some ways.

Because [Do You Wanna Dance] is a dance song, people don't think of it as a spiritual thing, but it is, because it's harmony.

Only including that because I love how he just believes that harmony is the most important thing in the world. It's a truly religious thing for him, it's one of the loveliest things about the book. His trying to explain how he writes music, is different from Paul, because he thinks it differently, but there's the same sense of 'you just sit there and then you write a song...' There's a great bit where he talks about being in the studio and sitting in front of the mixer, but not touching it, just needing to be near it so he could work out the song. And he's like 'after about fifteen minutes… I mean they said it was an hour or two, but about fifteen minutes… I went over to the piano… I didn't play the piano, but it meant I could explain the harmony'.

There was some big study at a university and the doctors who did the study said that anxiety and creativity are sort of the same thing: both of them are about dealing less with what's in front of you and more with what's in your head. Listening to what's in your head, especially when you're a person with anxiety, leads to negative emotions. But they're also a form of imagination. If you can worry about problems when there aren't problems around, then you can also think of stories or songs when there aren't stories or songs around. You can make things go from not existing to existing.

I'm sure there's another bit that I can't find now, where he talked about realising that if you can make songs, then you sort of have a duty to. Because if you don't make them exist they don't exist.

all quotes from I Am Brian Wilson by Brian Wilson and Ben Greenman

[voidfairy8008]

Doujin Aftermath: Fillial Love (I don't support this one I swear on everything)

TW: Mentions of incest (Again don't support it, it's in the doujin) Su!c!de attempt, harsh language, grief

If you're are uncomfortable with the topics listed, please don't read. It'll be best.

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Chapter One:

Lately, Sharron has been suspecting of something going on between her father and her sister. They've spent a lot of time together.

While she thought nothing of it, it hurt her. The death of her Mother has had a huge impact on her and Sharron never recovered from it.

Sakura Meant so much To Sharron, She was the Only Parental figure in her life, Her Father wasn't around and she never really knew him.

She saw pictures and The 7th Hokage and Her Mother Mentioned him and she Saw pictures, but he wasn't really in her life all that much until after Her Mother's Passing.

Afterwards, he came home A lot, and Tried to support his daughters despite being distraught over his wife's death himself.

This also caused Him and Sharron to get Closer, but they were still somewhat distanced, they had completely different Emotions and personalities.

When Sharron missed her mother, she'd cry or do things her and her mother did together. And when she tried to receive comfort from her father, he wouldn't comfort her.

He'd instead tell her that while her feelings are Valid and Understandable, She's going to have to get used to her mother not been around. Which Made it 10x More Harder.

But as she got older, she just distracted herself with her imagination and dreamed of joining her mother one day. She hated her life and wish it was her that died instead of her mother.

Chapter Two:

Sharron knew something must've happened between her father and sister because a Day after he came home, he left unexpectedly.

When she asked why he was leaving so soon, he answered her by saying he's being sent on another mission.

That was unlike him, a day before he leaves for a mission, he always told his daughters just in case he left out before they woke up.

Sharron thought it was something else, maybe he went to go meet a new woman he planned on introducing.

But she decided to ask her sister about it, she overheard a conversation between them and he seemed upset.

🌲: Hey Sis.

🥗: Yea?

🌲: Dad went out, and I'm curious. Cause he doesn't leave out like that.

🌲: What happened?

🥗: ugh, I was a total idiot yesterday. I knew that was a dumb idea!

🌲: huh?

🥗: I, ugh acted like I was his wife... He got upset.

🌲: that was a dick move.

🥗: and especially last night, we-

🌲: you both?

🥗: never mind, I guess it was from the argument...

🌲: well I guess, maybe it was the whole acting like his wife thing. You know Mom never acted like that.

🥗: I know...

🌲: I'll see if I'll be able to send a letter to see how he is...

🥗: okay.

Chapter Three:

Sharron wasn't home when her father came home that night, but Sarada was. Sharron went to eat at a place her mother loved along with her Best friend, Himawari.

🌻: Your Mother Had amazing taste, the food here is amazing!

🌲:Yep, still tastes great after Many years.

🌻: Hey, did your Dad come home yet?

🌲:um I don't think so, Why?

🌻: I asked my dad if he sent your dad on a mission and he said no.

🌲: oh... I didn't know....

🌻: do you think he met someone new?

🌲: No, he loved mom dearly and wouldn't have ever married another.

🌲: at least, that's what I heard...

🌻: I understand you don't know him well.

🌻: wanna come over and spend the night? My mom wouldn't mind.

🌲: yea, why not?

Chapter Four:

Sharron came home in the afternoon on that next day and her dad and sister were sitting on the couch together.

🌲: Dad! You're Home!

🍅:Sharron, Sit down, we need to talk.

🌲:?

🍅: now, me and your sister are getting married.

🌲: WHAT-

🥗:Sharron, I really love dad. He took my Virginity and-

🌲: WHAT THE FUCK?!

🥗: we decided on that, and no matter what you say, We'll get married either way!

🌲: ...

🍅: and she'll have my child one day.

🥗: Yes! Definitely!

🌲: Mom wouldn't have wanted this...

🍅: This isn't about her.

🌲: So You've Been Fucking Sarada Since Mom Died?

🍅: No, We did it for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

🌲: So that's why you left?! Because you didn't have the self control to not fuck your own daughter!?!!

🍅: Calm down, at first I couldn't believe I did that.

🍅: but I was blinded by the fact that she reminded me of your mother.

🌲: BECAUSE SHE'S MOM'S DAUGHTER YOU DUMBASS!!

🥗: Don't Call Him That!

🌲: I'm not listening to this BullShit Anymore! I'm going!

🥗: Sharry!

🌲: please don't call me that, I hate you for two the way you not only you betrayed me but betrayed Mom!

🌲: you're both dead to me!

🍅:Sharron, You have to understand We're All You Have, you don't have any grandparents to go to!

🌲: Well maybe it's time for me to Join Mom.

🥗: ...

🍅: Sharron...

She Ran out that House, she didn't have anywhere to go, so she decided to go up to the Hokage stone faces.

High enough for what she planned and where no one expected her to be.

Chapter Five:

Sharron Was Up there for a while, Talking to her Mother, asking what she did for this to happen. She knew Everything was her Fault.

It was made out to be her fault. She missed her mother every Second since she passed.

🍥: What are you doing up here?

🌲:Oh, Lord 7th. I thought you were my Dad...

🍥: No, But I've been worried about you kid. How are you? How is your sister?

🌲: I haven't been well, I just been missing Mom...

🍥: I know, and having Sasuke around is hard huh?

🌲: it's like he doesn't realize what he did was wrong!

🍥: what did he-?

🍅: Sharron.

🌲: What The Fuck Are you Doing here!?

🍥: Sharron! Sasuke what's going on?

🍅: Sharron, You don't have to do something to prove a point.

🍥: What?

🌲: How The Fuck am I proving a point! You're Literally Fucking My Sister!

🍅: There's nothing saying its wrong Sharron.

🌲: What! I-

🍥: It's true, It's said to keep fortune in the family. I'm really sorry.

🌲:..

In the moment, Sharron was so overwhelmed she jumped, and it was very high up.

Chapter 6:

3 days later...

💉: That's good, You're waking up.

💉: How are you doing?

She couldn't answer the Doctor, her whole body was in pain.

💉: Well that's alright, I recommend you relax, you suffered great injuries from your fall.

💉: You Broke 6 Of your ribs, and you broke your Right hand and Your wrist. But you're lucky your legs weren't broken.

💉: The 7th Hokage Saved you, the injuries sustained was from the impact.

💉: and Speaking of him, since you're awake. He wants to see you.

💉: I'll send him in.

Sharron was quiet, and Felt so much pain, more pain than when her mother passed. Her body hurt, but she kept asking that question.

"Why would he Save Me? " She felt he didn't have a reason to, Why would he? Was it to put good on his name? What was the motive?

🍥: Hey kid, how are you?

🌲:...

🍥: Oh right, You can't really speak right now... sorry.

🍥: You're probably asking why I saved you.

🍥: I did it for your mother, She wouldn't want you to suffer, she would want you to live on and carry on the life she left behind.

🍥: While what your Dad is doing is Fucked up, Sakura would want him to be happy. She wants all of us to be happy.

🍥: I also did it cause I can't imagine Hima Hurting herself, Let alone Kill herself. I know both of you have been close.

🍥: I've treated you as my own, I will always will. You're like a Daughter to me y'know?

🌲:...

🍥: You don't have to say anything, just know people Care about you.

As he left, she began to Cry, She didn't want to hurt those around her, and didn't want anyone to cry over her.

She thought the world would be better off without her.

Chapter Eight:

Due to the pain, and the insomnia, She was Prescribed Sleeping Pills.

And Sharron accidentally Overdosed on them due to the heavy pain she felt. She was found by her sister.

🥗: Sharron?

🌲:hm?

🥗: How are you?

Sharron noticed that Her sister was what appeared to be "fat"

🌲:What's That in your shirt...

🥗: Oh, Well I'm 5 Months Pregnant with twins! Isn't that exciting?

🌲: tch, And what about your husband?

🥗: Dad's been worried, You've been in and out of the hospital!

🌲: hm.

🥗: Hey! We Care about you y'know!

🌲: Then Why Didn't Dad Fuck me and impregnate me as well?

🥗: because he-

🌲: just say it.

🥗: You remind him of Karin... I'm basically Mom's Twin.

🌲: so he wants his Wife's twin to replace her? You're a Slut and he's a weirdo.

🥗: At least he loves me more than he'll ever love your ungrateful ass!

🌲: ...

🥗: I didn't mean to say that...

🌲: Oh, I already knew that.

🌲: but it still hurts when you say that directly to my Face.

🍅: What did she say?

🌲: Don't worry about it, like you'd even care.

🍅: I do Care.

🥗: He Really Does I-

🌲:shut up Whore.

🌲: you should've swallowed his cum, Having an incest baby will be a mistake.

🥗:...

🍅: Don't talk about our children like that.

🌲: ugh, Please get out.

🥗: You're Such a Little Bitch!

🥗: all you do is attempt to kill yourself for attention! if you really want attention,Why Don't you just die already?!!

🌲:...

🍅: That's Enough!

🥗: hm.

🌲: Get out! I've had enough of this bullshit!

🥗: bullshit that you caused?

🌲:...

🌲: if mom was alive, would you still have done this dad?

🍅: No.

🌲: Yea, I know you would.

🌲: I know mom wasn't into sex like you are.

🌲: So you'd fuck your daughter as an replacement.

🥗:...

🥗: Stay away from us, and our children

🥗: I'm so sick of your attention seeking tactics!

🥗: Come anywhere near us or Threaten us, I'll make sure you regret it.

🍅: Go wait outside for me...

As she went outside, Sharron and her father made eye contact with each other, but she knew what was going on. His face said everything.

🌲: she basically forced your hand into this.

🍅: I just needed her to be quiet, she wouldn't stop talking about marrying me.

🍅: and she basically demanded I impregnate her, I'm sorry sharron..

🍅: she transformed into your mother and...

🌲: sexually assaulted you...

🌲: this is why you didn't do the same to me?

🍅: I don't want to talk about it anymore, just get better please, for me?

🌲: okay... I'm sorry dad...

🍅: no, I'm sorry I failed you, just do what your mother would've wanted...

🌲: you... Didn't fail me and I promise...

Chapter Nine:

A couple of days later, Sharron came home and tensions between her and her sister were very high and her sister always yelled about why Sharron wasn't gone after she caused so much pain to them but their father didn't say anything.

Sharron and her Father began the process of reconciliation and were on good terms, and Sharron helped around the house and helped take care of her sister and helped set up for the babies.

But still her sister hated having her around but her father said constantly he isn't throwing any of his children out of his home that he built with his late wife.

And every time their father mentioned their mother in an argument, Sarada stayed silent, and just stopped talking about whatever they were arguing about.

In spring, The Twins were Born, a boy and a girl and thankfully the children didn't have any health issues or birth defects due to the incest.

And after the birth, The Father kept his distance from his daughter while raising his children, he never proposed to marry her or said anything about a marriage to anyone.

And Sharron was excited about the children and couldn't wait to be an Aunt/older sister to the kids.

She spoiled them by buying them books, toys and when they were older bought ice cream for them.

Chapter Ten:

It was one Night at dinner and everyone was at the table, and everything seemed fine at first but escalated quickly.

🌲: wow sis! This food is amazing!

🍅: yeah, it is.

🥗: oh, thanks it was nothing!

🌲: so, when are the twins going to start the academy?

🥗:oh, me and Dad haven't decided that yet. What do you think dear?

🍅:...

🥗:excuse me? Dear?

🌲:Dad?

🍅:hm?

🌲:are you okay?

🍅: yea...

🌲:...

🥗: Well, I was asking you when would it be a good time for the twins to start the academy since we've haven't decided yet.

🍅: whenever I feel they're ready.

🥗: you mean, whenever we feel they're?

🍅: just stop it.

🥗:huh? What do you mean?

🍅: stop acting like we're married! Because we aren't! You stay in the place of my Daughter and that's final!

🥗: so having the twins with you meant nothing?!

🍅: The Kids Mean everything to me, But you forced yourself on me to bring the twins into the world!

🥗: you enjoyed it! You didn't tell me we shouldn't be fucking!!

🍅: I told you that the first time you basically got on my dick!

🌲: guys stop! You're upsetting the twins!

The twins were getting visibly distressed so Sharron took them upstairs to their room and calmed them down and returned downstairs.

🥗: even so, you accepted me the same night I got pregnant with them and pumped me with that amount of cum!

🍅: How the fuck was I supposed to know you were ovulating?!

🥗: I kept telling you you're going to get me pregnant if you came inside me! It's not my fault you can't last that long!

🌲: SHUT UP!

🍅:...

🥗:...

🌲: Alright I get we all are upset at each other but for the sake of the twins you two should really calm the fuck down!

🌲: I've tried to not be spiteful for the sake of the children and it's to the point where I thought things could be semi normal!

🌲: but if you're going to argue, at least don't do it in front of the children, okay?

🍅: you're right.

🥗: ...

🌲: Now, I've seen that things weren't the most comfortable at the start of dinner. So I just wanted to ask why you didn't respond to Her dad.

🍅: It's that your mother used to call me that, a lot and I don't let anyone call me that.

🌲: so, Sarada, That's why he never responded to you.

🥗:but I thought you were going to... Marry me?

🍅: ...

🥗:... I promised you Kids, I gave you kids and this is what I get from you?

🥗: why? If I knew you were going to do this then I would've gotten an abortion... Why would you do this to me....

🍅: it was a miscommunication.

🥗: So I wasted 9 months of my life growing your children, I spent 2 years raising them with you, just to be demoted to being your daughter?

🍅: You were always my daughter.

🥗: I thought we were... Ugh...

🌲:...

🥗: I'm... Going for a walk... I'll be back soon.

🌲: Sis, I'm sorry for causing all of this...

🥗: it's... Not your fault, I know you saw the signs sooner than I did... I'm sorry for mistreating you..

🍅: Sarada, I'm sorry.

🥗:No, I just need a break.

She walked out of the house, her tone seemed sad, like she had been betrayed. Sharron felt bad for her sister. She really did.

Her father, Saw the error of what he did, because he knew he made her believe that they were marrying,

But she didn't come back for a while, and when she did, she was practically wasted, and Her friend, Boruto took her home.

🔩: I'm sorry, we didn't do anything tonight she just really needed someone to talk to tonight.

🍅:No, it's okay, is she alright?

🔩:Yeah, she's just a bit Drunk.

🍅:... I know she needed it tonight so.

🌲: Is she okay?

🍅: Help your sister upstairs, she's not herself right now.

🌲:... Okay

Sharron took her sister upstairs.

🔩: She didn't really go into detail about things, if you were wondering, she just started crying about how all she did for you turned out to be a lie. But she didn't elaborate further.

🍅: I think it's best for that, thank you for bringing her home safely.

🔩: Your welcome, just tell her to call when she feels better.

🍅:Yeah, I will.

Later that night,Sharron couldn't sleep so she went down to get some water, and then she'd go up and check on the twins before going back to sleep.

However, on her way down, she heard noises from the living room, particularly moaning. She thought it was a movie either her Dad or Sister was watching.

But She soon found it was her Dad and Sister and they were having sex on the couch, she didn't know what to say or how to react, but then her head started to hurt.

She went to the twins room to check on them, and then she fell asleep on the floor in their room.

When she woke up, Her Sister was there to wake her.

🥗: Sharry?

🌲: Hm?!

🥗: oh sorry, I didn't mean to wake you hehe.

🌲: Ugh, What put you in a good mood?

🥗: Well, I took the twins for a walk and had some good breakfast, there's still some left if you want some!

🌲:... Ugh sure...

Sharron Made her way downstairs, she saw her Dad, sitting down and she went to sit down next to him.

🌲: hey, Dad?

🍅:Hm?

🌲: What put Sarada in a good mood? Do you know?

🍅:...

🌲:Dad?

🍅: How did you sleep last night?

🌲: ugh, not so good, I fell asleep on the floor, my back hurts.

🍅: Sorry About that.

🌲: No, it's...

🍅: What?

🌲: I saw you and Her, you two were having sex. What happened.

🍅:... That's nothing you should be concerned about.

🌲: What?! At first you two made it clear it was my business, now it's not?

🍅: You shouldn't be concerned about the people I'm having sexual relations with.

🌲: Dad, you literally Fucked my sister? I thought you wouldn't do that again?

🍅: I've heard enough, I'm going.

🌲: Going? where?

🍅:Out.

🌲:Out Where?

🥗:Sharron, don't pester Dad with Questions y know.

🌲:...

Sharron felt betrayed, she had never been treated like this by her father in a while. She just forgot about everything.

her sister ended up finding out she was pregnant, Sharron wasn't excited anymore, she was just, sad. When her father found out he was happy and him and her sister started acting like they were a married couple,

Sharron left during the afternoon to take a walk, and she sat down on a park bench which there was when she started to cry, she felt betrayed by her father, she thought he wouldn't do this.

It was as she was crying her best friend came to sit down next to her and Consoled her while she Cried.

🌻:Sharry?

🌲:...

🌻:What's wrong?

🌲: My Dad and Sister, they did it again and now my sister is pregnant again with their kid.

🌻:...

🌲: I hate myself so much!

🌻:It's not your fault for what they did, y know?

🌲:I feel it is.

🌻:They're adults now, they decided to make that choice, not knowing how it's going to affect them you know?

🌲: Right.

🌻: But your dad did it again?

🌲:Yes...

🌻: They probably been having sex, just going behind your back doing it.

🌲: What? What makes you say that?

🌻: I know how people act after doing it that last night, I know my parents behavior and although it might be different from how they-

🌲:What kind of behavior?

🌻: All over each other, hugging and kissing or they tend to be in a good mood?

🌲: My sister has been in a good mood...

🌻:how long?

🌲: For a couple of months...

🌻: They've been having sex for a couple of months then.

🌲:... I love how smart you are...

🌻: hehe thanks!

🌻:But, I wanna take your mind off of that for a while, let's go out for lunch!

🌲: Sure, I don't mind!

Sharron came back home that evening, it sounded quiet until she went inside, she caught her dad and sister having sex in the dining room on the table.

The girl was Caught off guard, while it took the two a while to notice she was there.

🌲:Ugh What The Fuck?!

🥗:Oh! Sharron what are you doing home so early?

🌲: What do you mean what am I doing home so early?! I never told anyone I was going Out!

🌲: But I never expected you two to be Fucking when I came back! And on the dinner table where I eat?! That's Fucking disgusting!

🍅: Stop yelling, you'll wake the kids.

🌲: I'm pretty sure they'd already be awake by how loud She was!

🍅: Look, I know you're upset, but you need to understand something.

🌲: Did she come on to you again that night she came home drunk, or did you Rape her?

🥗: Shut Up! It wasn't like that! If you would just shut up and listen!

🌲:...

🍅: Me and Her were talking, and I realized that I loved her more than her just being my daughter.

🌲: I thought you weren't going to do this again?

🥗: And actually, me and Dad have been having sex for months!

🌲: Himawari Guessed it.

🍅:What?

🌲: I talked to her earlier today, She said that she thought you too were Having sex again and had been for months, She guessed it because I told her that Sarada has been in a good mood these last couple of months.

🥗:...

🌲:Y know what? I'm fine with it, I don't care anymore, you two can keep fucking, just don't fuck in the dining room, or anywhere down here please.

🍅:...

🌲:I thought things would be at least semi normal again, You have to realize that you're the only parent I have left and you do this?

🌲: You failed me, you really have... If y'all are going to have more children, be my fucking guest, I'm not going to be here loosing sleep anymore.

🥗: Sharry... What are you?

🌲:Don't bother having me help you two with your incest babies, if you two hate me so much you wouldn't trust me around your children!

🌲:Don't ask me for shit! Only if it's for reconciliation, other than that, don't fucking talk to me.

Sharron walked off to her room, and locked the door behind herself and cried herself to sleep, she hated them.

Her Dad was just starting to treat her like he actually loved her and not as if he had to deal with her being around, it wasn't her fault she was born.

She hated being around in a world where people were constantly against her, She just was hated by them.

She started thinking back to her ways before, She missed her mother. And she hated her life all together, she decided to just ignore the both of them.

And then Sharron started getting into her studies, And ignored basically everyone, she only went out to hang out with her best friend and study with her.

And She started growing closer to The 7th Hokage's Family, it made her sad that she had to force herself to ignore the twins pleas for their aunt to play with them.

She knew that she had to as a way of keeping her promise, her father nor her sister paid any attention or bothered to reconcile with her.

But they still made meals and set her a plate at the table, but she'd take it up to her room and eat by herself.

One day, her sister had enough.

🥗:Sharron, can you babysit the twins for us please? We're going out tonight.

🌲:...

🥗:Sharron, please we need a night off.

🌲:....

🥗:Sharron!

🌲:....

🥗:Ugh You're Such A Fucking Brat!

🌲:....

🥗: So you're not going to say anything!?!

🌲: ...

🥗: You Little Bitch!!

🍅: What is going on?

🥗:ugh! She's still giving silent treatment!

🍅: She gave us an ultimatum, Either apologize or she's not going to say anything to us.

🌲:...

🥗:But We Need A Babysitter!

🍅:God dammit just ask someone else!

🥗: Fine, Sharron I'm Sorry for everything we put you through, all the pain and emotional trauma I'm really sorry.

🌲: ...

🥗: Ugh You're Such a Little Bitch!

🌲: I'm sorry I'm keeping my promise, but can you stop calling me a Bitch?

🥗:You're acting like one!

🍅: That's enough, the two of you.

🌲:Dad Get your little Wife under control!

🥗:"Little Wife? "

Her sister Slapped her, Sharron, no emotion on her face walked up to her room.

🥗:...

🍅:What in the hell were you thinking, did your mother ever hit you? Why would you hit her like that?!

🥗: ...

🍅: I'm going to make sure she's okay.

Sharron was in her room for a while, quietly crying to herself while her hand was on her face, she was in pain from it and it stinged like hell.

Her Dad soon came up with an ice pack, He gave it to the girl who held it to her face, not saying a word but sniffling as quietly as she could.

🍅: I'm sorry she did that to you, I didn't know she was going to do that.

🌲:...

🍅:And, I'm sorry for everything and I mean it when I say it. I never wanted there to be anything that caused us to drift apart like this.

🍅: I'm sorry for failing you, as your father, I'm sorry, I'll talk to her about this okay?

🌲:... Okay... I'm sorry Dad..

🍅: No, don't apologize, your feelings are understandable.

🌲: I forgive you... I'll babysit tonight.

🍅:No, you don't have to anymore, we aren't going out tonight. And thank you for your forgiveness.

Chapter 10

Sharron was still upset over the fact that her Father and sister were having sex, but She just kept telling herself to let them be as they were adults and to let them be.

They ended up getting married, and Sharron did not attend because she didn't want to be known to have a Father and Sister who Fucked each other.

She stopped talking to her father and sister all together, even though she lived with them. She ignored them.

And she focused more and more on her studies. She still kept her relationship with the twins, but she treated them more like her younger siblings than her niece and nephew.

She forgave her father and he did this to her, She was never jealous, she just wanted a new normal after her mother's passing, but she couldn't even have that normal she dreamed about.

She would imagine her mother talking to her in which she'd respond to her out loud, it worried her father but he knew that it was because of his actions.

Late summer, her sister gave birth to another healthy girl, Sharron did not attend the birth or visited her sister in the hospital, she could care less, and she babysat the twins while they were gone.

She blamed her sister for making their Dad never love her, she wanted her father's love and that's all she could've wanted.

She just wanted to do things any normal father daughter pair would do, go shopping, Watch movies, take strolls through the park, go for ice cream, and just spend time with him.

But instead, he was always so busy with his other children he didn't have time to do the little things with her. So she began doing all of that with her best friend's dad.

Her best friend Himawari didn't mind it, in fact she enjoyed having Sharron around, Her Mother was more than welcome to have Sharron around more often.

Sharon's relationship with her father and sister declined, she felt like they were just strangers to her, but she still spent time with the twins.

She decided to have Lunch with them one Day, she felt she needed to so they wouldn't feel any type of way.

🥗:Sharry, how's the food?

🌲:Fine, I guess...

🍅:Sharron.

🌲:hm?

🍅: you haven't been around lately.

🌲:I know that.

🥗: You know, we miss having you at dinner~

🌲:Okay.

🥗:Do you not care?

🌲: if you guys stop having kids then maybe I'll come around.

🥗:...

🍅:You can't stop us from having children.

🌲: You can stop yourselves by I don't know, Putting a condom on? Getting a vasectomy? Going on birth control?

🥗:But we decided to have another baby! If you don't like it then- oh...

🌲:Yeah, The exact reason I haven't been around!

🌲:If you two are finding the time to have sex with three children then you guys weren't making the time to talk to me!

🥗:...

🌲:exactly why I've been at Hima's Home more often, I feel more loved there in a span of a couple of months than I ever did of these last couple of years!

🥗:...

🌲:Dad, You're constantly letting her act like my mother! you Know Damn well My Real Mother passed away!

🍅: I never let her do that and you know I'd never do that!

🌲:Well You Aren't Stopping her! You two never cared about my boundaries! Ms. Hinata does! They all do and I feel they care for me better than you two ever did!

🥗:...

🌲: ugh! I'm going!

🥗:Sharron,wait I'm sorry!

🌲:no, I'm not falling for these false apologies, so you two can just do it again. Let's keep this confidential, alright?

🥗:Confidential? What the hell does that mean?

🌲:If you need me to babysit, then I'll do that, but our interactions end at that, only about your children.

🥗:I don't think I could trust you, I wouldn't know if you're hurting them behind our backs...

🌲: Why would I do the same thing you two have been doing to me? I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

🥗:...

🍅: She's right.

🌲: I'm going, I won't be back until late tonight.

🍅: Alright.

Sharron ran out the door, She took a walk, a long walk

[littlefreya]

Hello Freya! I feel like the most horrible person in the world, let me tell you (I am sorry this is long but my friends are no use and I need help):

My boyfriend Andy (33) is a heavily tattooed, pierced and divorced man, I only knew that he and his ex were married for 10 years, never had children and are on bad terms, I come from a very religious and conservative family, so even when I (30) am nor a virgin I still haven’t slept with my boyfriend, we have been together for four months, he makes me very happy but neither my family or friends like him because he’s not the “perfect man” stereotypical person, physically at lest, and they hate that he’s divorced (we met almost a year after he got divorced so I don’t really understand the problem here), he knows he’s not accepted and I try to change my family and friends view of him but it’s hard, still try to show him that I don’t care about it and that I love him. The problem is that the day before yesterday I went to sleep at his house for time (we live 2 hours away from each other, in a different state but he still drives every day or two to see me), we went out with a copule of his old school friends and I drank a little bit (not drunk at all not even tipsy, this was the first time I drank in front of him) and I noticed they reacted weirdly even tho they were doing the same and my boyfriend was constantly texting, after a while he relaxed and completely forgot about his phone, we got to his house early in the morning (like 5 something am) and went directly to sleep, about at 11 am we got woken up by someone desperately knocking at his door, we went to see and when he opened the door a couple (his friend Jake and his wife Carmen) were extremely worried and desperate, his friend immediately started checking on him while his wife Carmen placed herself between me and my boyfriend and she looked at me with so much anger, Andy was trying to calm Jake and I was very confused until I heard Andy tell Jake that he was having fun and forgot about his phone and that’s why he didn’t continue texting, that we were good and they didn’t have to worry about him because knew now he was safe with me, thats when I stated asking questions, my bf was trying to change the subject but his friend’s wife Carmen showed me her phone with their group chat, it turns out he thought I wasn’t physically attracted to him because of the lack of sexual activity and because I rejected his advances twice (one before dating and the other in the first week), also he got very scared when I started drinking because his ex wife was a drunk and used to physically abuse him badly whenever she drank so seeing me drink triggered him, when I looked up to see him he was crying begging me to let him explain and not leave him, I thanked his friends for loving him and protecting him and assured them he was in fact safe with me, when they left my boyfriend told me all about his trauma and OMG he lived an actual hell and unknowingly I did or said lots of things that triggered him or reminded him of how his ex used to act but I never hurt him or even intended too, I feel so bad about this bit IDK how to make it ok, his friends and parents hate me because they thought I knew and was doing it on purpose to keep him scared and use his money (according to Jake, although after he and his wife left they seemed a little bit happier with me and both Jake and Carmen started following me on Ig after?), my bf has been crying and sad the whole day and IDK what to do.

Okay, this is a handful and while it’s nice that his friends care about him, they really crossed so many boundaries here.

The fact that your boyfriend has trauma due to previous relationship sucks but it’s up to him to open up about it and tell you if he is feeling triggered or not. There is no reason for Jake and Carmen to come to his house uninvited and tell you about his trauma without your bf consent and definitely not aggressively come between the two of you. They can advise him privately but doing what they did is not acceptable. He is not in a life threatening situation and whatever problems you two are dealing with is up to you.

If your boyfriend is sad you need to talk about it together. You and him also need to make it clear to his friends that while you appreciate their concern, this is between you to solve.

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 40 | part 41 | part 42 | part 43 | part 44 | part 45 | part 46 | part 47

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Olivia said. “If you’re not ready, you shouldn’t force yourself.”

Aaron Z sighed. “But I’m worried they might already know, and I’d really rather be the one controlling the conversation.”

“But your hands are shaking.” Olivia put a hand on his shoulder. “What if you’re too nervous?”

“Well,” Z shrugged, “Lijah’s here, so it’s now or never.” He got to his feet and started towards the door.

“Wait.” Olivia grabbed his arm. “Before we go out there, I just want you to know that I have your back.” She paused. “I mean, I dunno what I’m gonna do if they go off on you. I’ll probably freeze up and comfort you later, but I’m there in spirit.”

Aaron chuckled. “Thanks, Livvy. I appreciate it.” He grabbed the doorknob. “Well…here goes nothing.”

Downstairs in the family room, everyone sat around as they listened to one of Elijah’s stories.

“So that’s about when Kumi’s brother came back into the room with a paper bag and went “I think I grabbed the wrong lunch”.” Elijah said, making everyone laugh. “But Kumi was great about the whole thing. She cleaned up the mess and got to the bottom of the infection in no time at all.” He smiled at his girlfriend. “There’s really no one like her.”

“Awww, Elijah, you’re so sweet.” Kumi blushed.

“You two make such a sweet couple.” Ciara swooned. “Bo, don’t you think they’d give us the most beautiful grandchildren?”

“Well, let’s not push them, hon.” Bo reeled his wife back in. “They’re still young.”

Ciara crossed her arms. “He was already born when we were his age. It’s about time you settle, Elijah.”

Elijah blushed. “Actually, about that…—”

“Hey, everyone.” Aaron waved awkwardly as he and Olivia came down the stairs.

“Oh, hey, guys. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” Elijah laughed. “You’re just in time, though. Why don’t you come join us?”

“Uh, yeah.” Aaron awkwardly walked into the room. “But first, I actually had something I wanted to tell everyone. See, lately I’ve been—”

“Can it wait just a second, Aaron?” Elijah interrupted. “I’ll let you finish, but I actually had something to announce.” He turned to his girlfriend. “Kumi, you are the most amazing, intelligent, and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” He got down on one knee as Kumi gasped. “Kumiko, will you marry me?”

Aaron groaned and slammed his head into the wall as Kumi squealed.

“Ohmigosh, yes!” Kumi hugged Elijah. “This is so amazing. I’m so excited!”

“Congratulations, you guys.” Bo nodded with a smile.

“Oh, I can’t believe my baby’s getting married. Finally!” Ciara cupped his cheeks. “It feels like just yesterday you were learning how to walk.”

Elijah rolled his eyes. “Mom—”

“Please, you know you’ll always be my baby.” Ciara laughed. “Now, Aaron, you see the kind of girl I want you to bring h—Aaron?” She turned around. “Is that any way to react to your brother’s good news?”

“Yes.” Aaron said as he continued to (gently) bang his head into the wall. “Considering he completely cut me off.”

“Oh, right. What were you gonna say, son?” Bo asked.

Aaron was quiet as he thought. “You know what? It’s not that important. Go on and celebrate or whatever.” He shot his brother a glare before dragging his feet out of the room.

Without missing a beat, Ciara turned her attention back to Elijah and Kumi, but Olivia watched her brother sadly.

“Aaron—”

“No.” Bo stopped her. “Let me talk to him.”

In the kitchen, Aaron was sitting face down at the kitchen table.

“Aaron?” Bo approached him. “Can I talk to you?”

“Are you sure you have the right son?” Aaron shot back. “I’m not the perfect, college graduate, thunder stealer. Isn’t that the one you’re looking for?”

Bo sighed and sat beside him. “Your brother’s really bothering you that much?”

“Not just him.” Aaron admitted. “It’s also the way Mom puts him on a pedestal. It’s like he can do no wrong in her eyes.” He frowned. “Why does it feel like I’ll never measure up? Especially since—…”

Bo stared at him. “Son…does this by any chance have something to do with that boy you’ve been hanging out with? The one you call T?”

Aaron blushed. “How did you know about that?”

“You left your journal on the table the other night.” Bo chuckled a bit. “I didn’t mean to pry, but I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You’ve been distant lately.”

“Yeah…” Aaron sighed, “I’ve been working up the courage to come out to you guys for a while. I figured I’d do it now since Elijah’s here, but it obviously didn’t go how I planned.” He was quiet. “So? Does it bother you at all that…I like boys?”

“It was a bit of a shock at first.” Bo admitted. “I’d spent so many years imagining what kind of girl you’d bring home one day. It never crossed my mind that you might bring home another boy instead.” He sighed. “It did bother me when I first read it. I thought it was strange and unnatural, and I was afraid of what other people would think if they found out I had a gay son. But then…I realized that’s exactly what my parents said to me when I introduced them to your mom.” He smiled sadly at the memory. “They wanted me to marry a nice Chinese girl, someone who understood our culture. We spent a lot of time arguing about it, and in the end, it came down to her or them.” Bo gently cupped Aaron’s cheek. “I’m grateful everyday I’m with your mom. I love her very much, and she gave me the most beautiful children I could ask for. But I would never want to put you in the position I was in. Losing you is a risk I’m not willing to take.”

Aaron was silent for a moment. Then he hugged his dad and buried his face in Bo’s shoulder.

“Dad,” Aaron said quietly, “will you be there with me when I tell Mom?”

“Of course, son.” Bo patted his back. “But I can already tell you it’ll be okay. Even if she doesn’t understand at first, I know she’ll come around like I did.”

———

I’m back after a mini hiatus😎 hope you enjoy this update and more importantly that you don’t hate Ciara (she’s a great mom, she’s just very flawed). Also, if you guys ever want to draw my ocs that appear in Road to 4☆TOWN, please just remember to credit me👍🏾