Anonymous asked:

You are right of course about drabbles being able to be written differently each time. Sorry I came across as dumb. So regarding the Duke Universe request- "(rainy day activities) with Rose and her twin but set in the Duke universe. It could be a conversation between them where they discuss Jake and if Rose wants to divorce Duke or not" can you maybe write the ending with Rose choosing Jake and maybe another with her being content with Duke if you have the time? As always thank you doing these

I didn't think you were being dumb at all! I was trying to reassure that, like, I'm fine writing the same scenario from the other side of the coin.

Both of your requests are below the cut and are separated with a ***

Work's been hella stressful lately so I haven't done as much work on these but I'm going to keep going so keep on sending them in!

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Rachelle shook her head at Rose. It was what Rachelle had been doing all night but Rose understood. Even a bottle and a half of wine deep, she understood.

"You need to pick," Rachelle said. "This is crazy!"

Rose nodded. It was everything she'd told herself before but it always made more sense when Rachelle said it. Rachelle always made more sense.

"How do you choose?" Rose asked. "And how do you not regret it?"

"You're going to regret it no matter what," Rachelle said. "You married Duke. Fidelity was in those vows; I was there."

"So, you're saying that I should stand by my vows? Go back to my husband and tell Jake that I never want to see him again?"

"What's that quote?"

"Be more specific?"

"If you truly loved someone, you would never fall in love with a second person."

"I wouldn't have married Duke if I didn't believe that I loved him."

Rachelle's eyes lit up and she gripped onto the words. "Do you love him or do you believe you love him?"

"That's not fair!"

"Why?"

"Because, I'm drunk."

It was true but Rachelle was drunk too. It didn't stop Rose from reaching out and refilling her wine glass while her hands shook from the effort of it all.

"You can call one person in the world, right now, who do you call?"

"You," Rose said, because that would always be true. If she was only ever allowed one phone call, it would be to her twin.

"I'm here, stupid, you don't need to call me. If you can never speak to Jake again or never speak to Duke again, who would you call?"

It wasn't an easy question. She thought of Duke, who had warm eyes and who danced with her in the kitchen to her favourite songs. She thought of the life that they dreamt of together. She thought of the way that she had felt the day that she first met him, and she thought of how she would feel if she had to give all of that up.

"I'll be back."

Rachelle nodded and Rose wondered if Rachelle knew what she had chosen. Who she had looked into her heart and really seen there.

Rose took her wine glass and sat on Rachelle's tiny French balcony. It was freezing out but she didn't feel it as she listened to the phone ring, not caring what time it was in New York.

"'Lo?"

"Hi," Rose whispered.

"Are you okay?"

"I was talking to Rachelle and I just … I love you. I want you to know that I love you. I want the whole world with you."

"Rose," Jake said, suddenly sounding a lot more alert, "are you sure?"

It was strange, those words coming from him, when he had been the one who had told her that he wanted the life with her. That he wanted them to just be together.

"Do you not want me anymore?"

"I want you to be sure. I'm not losing you again. You have always been my whole heart, Rose."

"Will you pick me up from the airport?"

"Yes. What are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know," Rose said, drinking to numb the guilt of it all. "I just know that you're my call."

"I don't know what that means," Jake admitted, "but I want to be that. I want to be all of it. I want to be with each other completely."

"When I get home." Rose promised, "We will be."

"Our first date was Coney Island, you know."

"I know," Rachelle said impatiently. "I remember you coming home and telling me about it."

Rose grasped her wine glass unsteadily. "Oh. Well, did you know he asked me to marry him -"

"Under a cherry tree?" Rachelle finished. "Yes."

"Oh."

"Rose, all you can talk about is your husband. What are you doing fooling around with another guy?"

"I just … I thought … There was a part of me I thought was in him."

"A part of you?" Rachelle laughed. "That's ridiculous."

It hadn't felt very ridiculous, standing in front of Jake in a bar, feeling the pieces of her past click together in her head. But, maybe she had just been drunk, like she was now. Maybe, he wasn't the answer.

"What do I do?" Rose asked, suddenly feeling her stomach sink. A million miles away from the butterflies and the allure, she wondered what she had been doing. What she had been thinking. She could feel a panic attack going on. "What did I do?"

"Don't cry," Rachelle said, quickly coming to sit next to Rose. "Don't cry. It'll be okay. We can figure it out."

"I can't lose Duke," Rose sobbed, her whole body shaking. "I can't! He's going to hate me forever. He's going to leave me. I ruined my whole life for nothing. Absolutely nothing!"

"You didn't ruin your life," Rachelle promised, wrapping her arms around Rose. "Never. I've got you, okay? No matter what happens, I've got you."

Rose couldn't breathe. She burst from Rachelle's grasp, abandoning her twin and their wine glasses, and fleeing to the balcony to breathe. She looked down at her phone and she was calling New York all of a sudden, without any idea what time it was in New York.

"Rose?"

"I love you," Rose blurted, feeling that familiar voice wrap around her like it was home. He was her home.

"You're drunk," Duke said with a chuckle. "I thought you said Rachelle would take care of you."

"I love you," Rose repeated, because it was the only thing that mattered.

"I love you too," Duke reassured. "Always."

"No matter what, I love you."

"No matter what," Duke said, "I love you too."