Anonymous asked:

Please (right on the lips) and with Jake and Rose. But it's set in the universe where Rose is/was married to Duke. Thank you and excited to see how you portray this.

Guess there's a Duke universe now! Corresponding posts have now been tagged accordingly!

This one has been written on my phone while I'm at work so please excuse any weird formatting and/or autocorrect errors I didn't catch

💕 Kisses (specify) you picked on the lips

💪 Bridal carry

Warnings: infidelity, swears

Jake ordered another round from the bartender, though he wasn't sure if it could be called a round when he was drinking alone. There was a beautiful girl at the end of the bar who was trying to catch his eye but Jake wasn't in the mood to catch her eye back. He was good, most of the time, about moving on with his life but, every year, he allowed himself one day of mourning for Rose, and that was on the day he had let her go.

He was only two beers and one shot deep when someone touched his shoulder. He whipped around, trying to think about the most polite way to tell the person to fuck off. He wasn't in the mood for a bar fight tonight.

"Rose!" He gasped before remembering that he didn't know her. She didn't know him.

But she was standing before him, her hand on his shoulder, another man's ring on her hand.

"You do know me!"

Jake stuttered but couldn't come up with anything. He was watching her. She was drunk. She looked drunk and she smelled drunk and she probably made him look sober as a skunk but she was here.

"I know you."

"I dream about you," she said boldly. "Every night for ten years I have dreamt about you. But I don't know you."

"No, you don't."

She blinked, seemingly confused by his honesty. "How?"

"I can't … I can't tell you."

Rose weaved where she stood and Jake got up and placed her on his bar stool. Rose firmly gripped the front of his shirt, as if to keep him from walking away. How was she to know that he didn't have the strength of character to leave her again? That he had watched her on her wedding day, like a creep, because he still loved her.

"Why?"

"It'll destroy us. In different ways, I think." Jake tacked the last part on because he knew she was happy with her husband. He knew Duke Eloi was a good man.

Jake wanted to be a good man too but it was so hard when she was right in front of him.

"I know you," Rose said stubbornly, bracing herself against his chest. Under her palm, his heart started to race. "I … It's you, that's sad, in the dream, when I watch myself, isn't it?"

Rose was slurring her words slightly and, though Jake didn't know the details, he knew enough to nod. Yes, it would have been him that was sad. She would have been too but she had gone off with the hope of a new life. He had been the keeper of the pieces of the old one.

Rose leant in closer and he could tell that she had been taking tequila shots all night. He wondered who she had come out tonight with and where they were. He hoped it wasn't Duke because Jake was going to be a little bad. If she asked, he would be a lot bad.

Suddenly, Rose stood. "I have go. I promised my sister I'd get a cab and I was going to leave but I saw you sitting there and I had to … I have to go."

Jake chugged his beer and threw a wad of bills down next to his empty glass. Then, he chased after her. She was fast, speed walking at the end of the block. Jake jogged to catch up.

"I knew you'd follow me," Rose said.

"You don't know you know me but you know me."

"That's so hard to understand."

Then, like it was habit, she reached down and took his hand. Jake had to follow her because he never wanted her to let go. He followed her and held her until she stumbled and he had to let go to catch her.

"I just live up there," she mumbled.

"Let me help you. You can trust me."

"I do trust you," she said as she squinted at him.

Jake picked her up and she didn't even protest. He held her close to his chest, wondering with every step what was going through her mind, but not being able to ask. Was she remembering anything? Would that change anything?

They were on the sidewalk outside of her house, standing under a tree. Reluctantly, Jake let her down to her own to feet. Her husband was in there and, like the perfect man he was, Jake could see that he'd waited to for her.

"What happens now?" Rose asked. "The boy in my dream is real. What do I do about that?"

"You can go back to pretending I'm not real," Jake said. "You don't even know my name."

Under the cover of the tree leaves, Jake knew she was staring at him. Was her heart racing too?

"I know you," she said firmly, her hands wrapped in the front of his shirt.

She pulled him in to her and Jake melded into her. He knew she was going to kiss him and he didn't think about stopping her. His hands went to her waist and her hands went to her hair. Jake kissed her with everything he had felt - this life, that life, every life. He crushed her to him and he felt the desperation that she kissed him with, as emotional and passionate as his own embrace.

She broke away. "God," she sobbed, "God, I'm so fucking sorry."

"It's okay," Jake said, but there was a husband inside waiting for her and he knew that okay didn't cover it. "It'll be okay."

"I'm so sorry, Jake!"

And then she ran into her house, to her husband, while Jake was stranded outside alone.