#my grandchildren: yeah okay grandma

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Not Smokey stealing his girl and then telling him he's too dumb to run a gang. RIP Rusty James, your unibrow will always be iconic

#rusty james #smokey #patty #I just know Donna hates Smokey #nic cage #nicolas cage #Nicolas Coppola #Matt Dillon #rumble fish #mickey rourke #me in a nursing home: Mickey rourke used to be so hot #my grandchildren: yeah okay grandma #se hinton #queen of Tulsa #tulsa oklahoma #sounds terrible #Diane lane really was that bitch

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My Heart Will Go On 🤍 | Bradley Bradshaw Imagine | Titanic AU

Set where Bradley falls in love with a first class passenger aboard Titanic

TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: third class!Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x first class!female reader (romantic), Natasha Trace x Jake Seresin (romantic), Robert Floyd, Mickey Garcia, Reuben Fitch, Javy Machado, OCs for family members.

Content Warnings: fluff, major angst, profanity, classism and mentions of sexism & misogyny, historical event disaster, death, emotional, light smut-Minors DNI! | female!reader (she/her) wc: 18.3k (this is long be warned)

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Premise: On Wednesday April 10th, 1912, RMS Titanic set sail from Southampton, England on her maiden voyage to America. She carried thousands of passengers from across the world, including 21-year-old American socialite Y/n L/n. No one could have predicted the outcome the ship they said was unsinkable would endeavor. And for Y/n, never did it come to her she’d be boarding a ship with a path of leading her to her soulmate.

Note: Y’all I literally was a MESS during the final few scenes I wrote—I literally had to stop because I was crying. It didn’t help I was playing the Hymn of the Sea and My Heart Will Go On and envisioning the scenes as I wrote them. It was too much really—and I always cry at the end of the movie so it felt the same. Please not this is NOT an exact retelling of the movie plot, i referenced a lot but also did research on the real story of titanic (for example how it was a moonless night so it was very dark). Anyway I’m sorry if this made you a mess like it did to me….we can cry together.

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1958

“Grandma, can you tell us the story about how you met Papa?”

Crickles rose next to her eyes when she softly smiled, bringing the bed sheet up to tuck in the children. Only the dim light from the candle lit the room. Down the hall, the faint sound of Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me To The Moon,” on the record player could be heard. She didn’t even hear her daughter, the children’s mother, come in.

“Honey, you both need to sleep,” the woman knew the subject was a sore one for her mother and father, despite being why they met. In her nearly forty years of life, she’d only heard the story first hand from them once. Any other information was the lectures in history class of the historical tragedy. “We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow so you need to be well rested,” her look was scolding, causing the children, ten and twelve, to pout.

“Pleaaase.”

“Amelia.”

“It’s only half past eight, mama.”

“Yeah, please just one story,” Rebecca pleaded with her sister, “You said they met on a boat like the one we went on last summer!”

Their mother hushed them, “No, I said they met on a ship—that’s very different from the little steamboat your uncle and aunt have.” Her voice goes lower, careful to not to disturb her father from down the hall, “and what did I tell you about asking such things?”

“Sweetheart, it’s alright,” the older woman finally stepped in, casting a soft look to her daughter.

She didn’t look convinced, aware of the painful memories the story would bring up. Losing friends and family so suddenly on what was supposed to be the journey of a lifetime. “Mom…..”

“Trust me, Cynthia, it’s okay. You need not to worry about me,” she turns to her grandchildren who appear confused and a little ashamed for causing their mother to scold them. “I think it’s time these little ones get a little history lesson about your father and I. How the Bradshaws came to be.”

“Are you sure?” Cynthia stepped further into the room. She didn’t want to admit it, but she too wanted to hear the story again. The first time had been when she was eighteen, confronting her parents after she found newspaper clippings and the ticket for a first class passenger reading her mother’s name, Y/n L/n, stashed away in a box when they were moving. That’s when they sat her down at the table detailing everything from start to finish.

By the time her parents finished telling the story Cynthia was in a puddle of tears. She understood why her parents always had a haunted look in their eyes whenever April 14th rolled by. It never left them until the 16th, since the 15th was just as significant. Her older sister by eight years, Caroline, warned her to refrain from asking their parents about how they met and she soon realized why. After doing the math, her sister’s birthday was exactly nine months to the day, born on the 14th of January in 1913.

As she got older Cynthia met more children like her. Those whose parents, grandparents, uncles, and aunts were among the nearly 2,300 passengers and crew aboard. Children whose family members survived had the same look when the anniversary passed. Just like Cynthia’s parents.

“Mom,” she took a seat on the armchair in the corner of the room, “I don't want you to relive it if it’s too much.”

“I appreciate your concern, honey,” Y/n smiled at her, “but I’ve learned to cope and manage. Your father has too,” she watched Cynthia visibly relax. “In fact, he and I have talked about it a few times since you left home. And I promise to keep it short—and not go into detail about….you know,” she didn’t have to explain further for Cynthia already knew what she implied.

With a nod from her daughter, Y/n adjusts her position so she’s seated more comfortably, allowing the children and Cynthia to see her better. “To tell you the story of how Papa and I met,” she begins, the flicker of the candlelight reflecting against her. “We have to travel back forty-six years. To April tenth, nineteen-twelve…..”

“Hurry, Y/n, we’re gonna be late for check-in!” Her father shouted from in front of her, moving at a fast pace with her mother and younger brother. Clutching a bag in each hand, Y/n tried not to trip while apologizing left and right to people she bumped with. The dress she had on was tight, the skirt brushing against her ankles and Y/n wished she opted out of wearing the pillbox hat her mother insisted she wore.

“Sorry!” She said when she caused a man to drop his basket of apples. “I’m so sorry!” As much as she wanted to help she couldn’t, the whistle of the luxurious ship sounded off in the near distance, resulting in more stress to consume her. Her family was supposed to be dropped off right in front of the dockway, but due to a rough start in the morning they ended up getting caught in traffic just before the turn into the lot. Now they were running with little time until the ship would set off for Cherbourg, France, the first of two stops before sailing to New York.

It wasn’t a classy sight for such a wealthy family. Surely their fellow first class passengers were watching them with disapproval. But then again they always did.

The L/n’s were not your average high class family. While the majority of the first class aboard came from generations of money, Y/n’s father built his real estate business in New York from the ground up after being in the working class for thirty years. They were what you would call ‘new’ to the high class scene and still did things working class people did. She and her brother went to public schools instead of private institutions. They didn’t have an army of maids and butlers in their home, her mother preferring to do the housework herself. Y/n was in her last semester of NYU with passions of being a writer. And her father was very involved in his business despite making it big to the point he could just hire a bunch of people to run it for him.

To them, money was a privilege that could easily be taken away at any point. They were humble in their wealth, sharing it by putting resources into the low income neighborhoods they once lived in. Unlike their newfound peers who’d rather stockpile it away for safekeeping.

Yeah, even with money you hide away from judgment.

Out of breath already, Y/n finally reached the corner her parents had just turned to arrive at the docking platform. There was no stopping the awe-struck expression in face the second her eyes landed on the giant vessel. The smell of fresh paint struck her nose, gaze drifting to the large lettering that sent chills along her arm.

Titanic.

The rumors did no justice when describing the beauty of the ship. Titanic was magnificent. She wondered if her parents were as captivated as she was.

“Y/n! Come one!”

Scratch that thought. Maybe they weren’t.

Picking up the pace, Y/n hauled up onto the platform with her ticket in hand, amazed she didn’t drop it in the chaos.

“Ticket please,” the man dressed in a White Star Line uniform said with his hand out. Her parents and brother were standing off to the side, now taking in the beauty of the ship since they made it on time.

Handing over the paper, the man read over her information and stamped it, allowing her to pass where another man was waiting to escort them to their suite. Settling in Y/n unpacked her gowns and nightwear, hanging them up to prevent wrinkles. Makeup and what little jewelry she had filled the vanity, school books claiming the nightstand. When she finally finished her back hit the bed with an audible huff of relief, sinking into the mattress adorned with fine silk sheets.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” her father said when he found her just a short moment later. “Lunch will be served and my colleague wishes for us to join him and his son. He’d like for the two of you to meet.”

Instantly Y/n bolted up from the bed, suspicious in her eyes, “Why?” There was no denying the possible reason. At 21 years old, finding a suitor to settle down with was expected of her. Personally Y/n wanted to focus on her studies. Not finding a husband. Her parents never pressured her to find someone, but now it seems her father was suggesting such.

Her mother comes into the room, wearing the same expression as her. Her eyes go straight to Y/n’s father, “I told you, I don’t like that man—nor his son. He has no respect for you and you know that!”

“I know that, dear,” he sighs, exhausted in his tone. “Believe me I’m very aware. Look, I’m not trying to set her up on my own accord—in fact, I’ll be happy to decline a proposal if that is what he’s seeking. But he invited us to have lunch with them and I accepted because that’s how things are done. Honey,” he faces Y/n, giving her an assuring gaze, “I’m not pressuring you into anything. Okay? If I said no to this he’d likely pester the entire journey to America and I did not want that for us. So please, give me an hour of your time to get through this meal? Bore the man if you have to so he’s less interested.”

Y/n was eternally grateful she was blessed with a father who did not engage in the typical high class behaviors. Any other man would be presenting her hand in marriage like an auction. She’d seen it with the few friends she’d made. It always started with a ‘meeting’ arranged by the fathers of two people and before they knew it a rock was on the girl's finger.

Her father respected her. He warned her before she sat at the table and found out for herself. Even given his blessing to scare the man off or assuring he’d say no to a proposal. Not many fathers would do that.

“Thank you for telling me in advance, dad. I’m starving too so let’s get this over with,” she makes a face, knowing what he was going to ask of her next. “And I promise to watch my tongue.”

That didn’t last long. She knew the second she sat at the table it wouldn’t. Not only was her father’s colleague the most arrogant man on the planet with no respect for his peers, but his son was as equally the egotistical maniac as he was. Throughout the entire lunch, Y/n didn’t know who exactly was trying to win her affection. Both men seemed to be trying to one up the other. How odd of the father for doing such when it was thought he planned for his son to hopefully become her suitor.

Not the case really.

One comment from Richard to undermine her intelligence had Y/n bolt from the table with a sneaker remark, disregarding the looks of disdain from the two men and others. Her parents remained invested in their meal, shooting a smirk of approval to their daughter.

“You promised me this would be a mutual agreement!” The man shouted in frustration. Her father simply sipped his champagne.

“I promised no such thing, William. I said your son may meet my daughter, but I made no commitments for her to agree to anything more.”

The fresh air and sound of the sea hit Y/n as she stepped onto the deck, overlooking the rear of the ship where the second and third class decks were. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath before slowly letting it exhale. Men like Willam and Richard were not the first she’d interacted with. Unfortunately most of the male population in high class shared personalities in similar nature.

Egotistical, arrogant, narcissistic. The list goes on. Very little respect for women or those of lesser wealth. Y/n prayed she’d never settle for someone like that. The marriage would be a disaster.

Opening her eyes, Y/n rubbed her hands along the smooth railing before slightly leaning over to get a better look. Murmurs filled her ears, children laughing from the lower decks, the band playing a light melody. It was a pretty scene with the sun high in the sky and seagulls flying overhead. They’d be docking in France soon before stopping in Ireland until finally crossing the Atlantic.

As her eyes drifted over the area, Y/n locked gazes with a man who made no attempt to hide he was staring at her. It caught her off guard, but the young woman couldn’t let but stare herself. He was the most handsome man she’d laid eyes on. Brown hair with almost a golden hue to it. Though it was hard to see the color of his eyes from the distance she assumed they were as beautiful as the rest of him. He was tall—even with the distance she saw in the way he towered over the railing he was beside.

And he was looking at her like she was the only girl in existence.

Blinking, her admiration was cut short by the sound of a cheerful voice shouting, “Y/n!” Spinning around, Y/n was met with the dazzling smile of her best friend, Natasha Trace. Surprise etches her expression.

“Natasha!” The two embrace in a hug. “What—you didn’t tell me you were returning to America. I thought your studies were to finish in London.” Natasha was the only genuine friend Yn had made since her father hit the money pot. Maybe it was because Nat’s family was of humble beginnings like the L/n’s.

“I discussed the potential of finishing the semester early,” Natasha explained, beaming and looking radiant with the way the sun was hitting her. “My father sent a ticket through the post once I told him the news.”

“When was this?” Y/n had recently visited the woman when her family were in London. Her father had a business convention and with the finishing of Titanic, he wanted them to be one of the ships first passengers. During her visit, Nat revealed no indication she’d be joining the maiden voyage to New York.

“Shortly after you departed for Southampton. I only had few exams remaining and my professors were very forthcoming with allowing me to do them early. Plus I missed home. My mother has been writing me daily it seems—waiting for me to come home. I think my father spent all his fortune to get the ticket to me in time.”

“I’m amazed he managed to get one,” Y/n commented, taking her arm in hers as they begin to walk away from the railing, but not before casting a second glance to the man on the lower deck. A swarm of butterflies filled her to see he was still looking at her, his friend having to wave a hand in front of his face as though to pull him from a trance. Another gentleman beside him appeared to be staring at Natasha. She must’ve noticed, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks as Y/n escorted her away. “I heard many had to trade services and goods to get one.”

“I can see why,” Natasha waved to the beautiful vessel surrounding them. “This place is magnificent. Almost as though it were a ship made of dreams.” They continued to walk along the deck, nodding to passengers and crew members who greeted them.

“What are your plans once we arrive home? Off to visit your family I presume?”

“Yes,” Natasha confirms, waving to a small child. “I’ll spend a few days with them—my sisters cannot wait to hear of my adventures in England.”

Y/n hums, turning her head slightly with a knowing gaze, “And what of Alan?” She watched a tired sigh leave Natasha, face becoming defeated.

“He expects an answer from me as soon as I return.”

“Have you thought about it?”

“Of course,” Natasha replies, stopping to face her. “I’ve weighed in the advantages marrying him would bring me and my family—my mother is sure to remind me in every letter she writes. He is kind, generous, not like the other men my father wished me to court.”

“But….” Y/n trails off, eyes sympathetic.

“But,” her friend sighs again, “I do not feel what a woman is supposed to feel for her potential fiance. I can’t bring myself to love him. I like him, Y/n, I truly do. But I’d only be hurting the both of us by accepting.”

“Then tell him the truth,” Y/n tells her, bringing a comforting hand to Natasha’s shoulder. “Alan is an understanding man—you’ve been a friend of his since grade school. I doubt he would fault you for not being able to return his affections. Why subject the both of you to pain and a miserable marriage? What happens if you marry him and then fall in love with another?”

Natasha didn��t answer, glancing to the floor with heat coating her cheeks. Y/n squeezed the shoulder she was touching, “Come, let us have a drink,” she began to lead Nat to one of the many lounges in first class, “Take your mind off things while I tell you all about the father and son I recently had lunch with.”

“That sounds interesting…and a little concerning.”

“Trust, dear friend, it was.”

Later on in the evening, Y/n was pulling Natasha to her room to hand over clothing for her to change into.

“This is a horrible idea, Y/n!” She spoke in a rush, untying her dress and moving to be hidden from view.

“Oh it’s not so bad,” Y/n laughed, tossing the clothing she wore on the bed before pulling on the slacks and shirt. “Have some fun. Were you not the one who wanted to explore the ship earlier?”

“Not by sneaking into the third-class compartments!” She waved a hand like it was obvious, “We’re not allowed down there. What if we get caught?”

“That’s why I told you to have your ticket with you,” Y/n reminded her, placing her own ticket into the pocket of her trousers. “And your identification card. If we get caught we show them and if they still do not believe us I will send for my father.”

“You’re awfully confident about this.”

“Natasha, who’s to say we’ll get the chance to travel this ship again once we dock in America? Let us make the most of it while we can.” Placing a scarf around her neck, Y/n nods for Natasha to follow. “Follow my lead.”

Getting caught by crew members when passing between the class decks was what Y/n was prepared for when she first made the impulse decision to explore the ship. Running into the man she had a staring contest with earlier in the day was not something she had planned for.

“Hello,” she breathed out, hands clutching his biceps when he caught her before she could hit the ground after running straight into him without paying attention. He was even more beautiful up close. Hazel eyes boring into her with a small smile painting his lips. He must’ve recognized her too.

“Hello.”

“I think we lost them,” Natasha caught up to her, equally out of breath before freezing at the sight of the group of six men staring at them like deer in headlights. “Oh…”

“Ladies,” the blonde haired man, who Y/n caught looking at Natasha that afternoon tipped his messenger boy hat at them.

“S-sorry,” Y/n stuttered, flickering between the men but always coming back to the one holding her arms. Finally she broke away, embarrassed to have been seen in such a state. “I should have been watching where I was going—.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, voice as soft as his eyes. “No trouble at all, ma’am. Are you both okay?”

“We’re—.”

“There you are!” A shout captured all’s attention, Natasha and Y/n groaning before shooting apologetic frowns to them. “Stop them!”

“We have to go!” Nat grips onto Y/n’s forearm, pushing her to move. “Y/n, I’d like to make it back home and not be forced off this ship in Ireland!” Frantic sounds of approaching footsteps could be made out by the two crew members pursuing the women.

“We know a way,” the man she had yet to learn the name of suddenly said, holding his hand out. “C’mon.”

Maybe it wasn’t wise for two ladies to be following a group of strangers. But considering they’d be facing the wrath of their parents if caught they impulsively agreed, Y/n’s hand taking his. The blonde offered his to Natasha, the woman looking hesitant before accepting and the two led them away from the deck and towards a corridor. With the remaining of their group following from behind, it made it easier for the crew members to lose sight of them.

Music filled their ears, as did the chatter of a crowd the closer they got to wherever they were taking them. Y/n and Natasha shared a look, equally confused, concerned, and intrigued. When they turned the corner into a spiral stairwell, it revealed the source of the noise. Third-class passengers had gathered what appeared to be a celebration. Children and adults were dancing, drinking beer which had to have been smuggled in. A group of men were playing instruments while couples standing in corners displayed affection to one another.

A smile formed on Y/n’s lips. The energy was contagious, making her want to join in on the festivities. She’d almost forgotten what brought her there in the first place.

“They won’t come down here,” his voice brings Y/n out her thoughts, the young woman remembering she was still holding his hand. It felt warm in her own, bringing a heat to her veins that carried to her face.

“Are you sure?”

“They would’ve been here by now if they were that desperate to catch you two.” Pulling her further in, he and his friend let go of the women. “Apologies for being so forward—didn’t think you two would mind seeing you were in such a hurry.” A couple of the friends they were with already went off to mingle, leaving the four off to the side.

“We should be thanking you really,” Y/n replied, hand moving to run her arm nervously. “You’ve saved us from a load of trouble.”

“Looked like it,” the blonde removed a cigarette from his tin, lighting it with match. Offering one to them only Nat accepted, which would’ve been seen as scandalous to their peers above. “So…what brings a couple of first-class gals below deck?”

The two are instantly flustered, “H-how did you—.”

“Well, for starters there’s the fact we saw you ladies this morning on the first-class deck,” Green eyes drift over to Nat, causing her to blush. “And though you dressed the part to pass as someone like us, anyone could tell from the way you carry yourselves that you belong above.”

They didn’t know whether they should be impressed or offended.

“We wanted to explore the ship,” Y/n admits, arms going behind her back like a child caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. The man she was interested in raised a brow, “By dressing up like third-class passengers?”

Natasha made a sound, muttering, “I warned you this was a bad idea.”

“I realize that now, Natasha.”

“What are we supposed to do?” She groaned, “Wait it out till the sun rises? Or when we dock in Ireland when they’re easily distracted?”

“Do you want me to answer that with a plan or were those rhetorical questions to further prove you were right?” Y/n glanced around the place, aware of her friends' annoyed gaze compared to the men who looked amused. Huffing, Y/n faces them, “It’s come to my attention we have yet to know the names of our saviors. Mind telling us, and anything you could offer to help our situation.” Instantly the two straighten.

“Jake Seresin,” said the blonde.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” his hand extends to formally introduce himself. Y/n shakes it, mirroring the smile he gives her. “And about your situation, I’m afraid you can either attempt to sneak past the guards during shift change or like your friend mentioned, wait till we dock in Ireland.”

“That’ll be just before noon,” Natasha sounded like she didn’t like that option. “Your parents would notice you’re not in your room when it comes time for breakfast. We must return as quickly as possible.”

Bradley tilted his head, “Well if that’s the case then you better off with your chances sneaking past the crew, Miss…..” The trail off in his words made her realize she hadn’t given her name. But then again he may have heard when Natasha said it moments prior.

“Y/n L/n,” his reaction to her name was visible. As was Jake’s when she added, “and this is my friend, Natasha Trace.”

Both men shared a look. “L/n, huh? Like the name of that big building on 21st street?”

“That’s the one,” her lips tightened, ready for the judgment and assumptions about to be thrown at her.

Nat felt the same when Jake added, “And your daddy is the one competing with Rockefeller for king of the oil business. I remember reading something about it in the Times.”

“I wouldn’t go as far as to use the term ‘king,’” she crossed her arms, tilting her chin up with her walls already in place. “And I wouldn’t trust all you read in the papers. My father has high respect for John—he taught him everything he knows.”

Jake raised his hands in defense, “I mean no offense, ma’am. How about you tell me more over a drink?” The look of surprise had the man grinning, Y/n having to bite back a giggle to not embarrass her friend. She gave Natasha an encouraging nod that read, ‘he’s on the make with you!’

“While you two are chatting,” Bradley suddenly cut in, a determined look in his eyes as they set on Y/n. “Would you like to dance?”

“O-oh,” she began to stutter, now in Natasha’s shoes considering she had yet to accept Jake’s offer of a drink. They both were hesitant to agree to the offers. “Uh—shouldn’t we be looking to see when the night guards change shifts?”

“That’ll be towards dawn,” he assured, “plenty of time for you to return to your room before your parents wake.” At her still unsure gaze, Bradley’s voice turned softer, “just one dance. S’all I ask.”

Meeting Natasha’s eyes, who simply nodded in silent exchange, Y/n raised her hand and let it fall into Bradley’s grasp. “One dance, Mr. Bradshaw.”

“Did you really only dance with him for one song, Grandma?” The twelve year old girl, Amelia, was flabbergasted when her grandmother ended the story with, “and we lived happily ever after.” She yearned to hear more.

“That was the plan,” Y/n booped her nose, “but your Papa was a charmer back in the day—still is I should say. One dance became two, and then three. Before we knew it the sun was rising, Natasha and I were in a hurry to return to the first-class deck. Thankfully we made it before anyone could spot us,” lips curl up, a fond memory surfacing in her head, “though to this day I believe my brother knew what we did.”

“How?” Rebecca asked, earning a look from her mother.

Y/n chuckled lightly before responding, “He had that look in his eye that he knew something I didn’t. I never got the chance to ask him if he did,” a sad sigh leaves her, but she quickly masks it to not concern the girls, “but my brother and I had an unspoken connection when we were growing up. Able to know what the other was thinking or trying to imply with little to no words at all.”

“What happened after?” Amelia sat up straight, eyes full of hope. A hopeless romantic, even at a young age, she loved hearing the tales of how people found love. Fairytales were her favorite, where the princess meets the handsome prince and they live happily ever after.

The clock was pushing 9:30, well past the time she and her sister were supposed to be asleep. Amelia believed her mother would’ve stepped in earlier to cut the story short.

And it looked like she was about to do it just then. Standing from the armchair, Cynthia stopped her mother before she could answer, knowing the story was about to take a different turn if it went any further. “I think that’s a story for another day,” her tone was apologetic, but Y/n’s gaze assured her she was right to interrupt. The story would end on a happy note for the girls.

“But—,”

“You mother is right, sweetheart,” Y/n lightly pushed against Amelia’s shoulders to get her to lay down, bringing the sheet back up. Disappointment filled her granddaughter’s expressions, Y/n offering a small smile, “One day, I will tell you both more of my time on Titanic—and how your Papa and I fell in love in those short days sailing the Atlantic. But for now,” she goes to press a kiss to their foreheads, “sleep. We will have breakfast in the morning—I’ll even make French toast for you two.”

Though the girls wanted to hear more, the exhaustion soon took over, both releasing a yawn. Amelia drifted off, picturing Titanic and all its beauty from how Y/n described it, making a mental note to ask to see a picture one day.

Cynthia kissed her daughters goodnight as Y/n blew out the candle, the two exiting the room with Cynthia closing it behind her, leaving it slightly ajar. Approaching the kitchen, Cynthia debated on asking the question on her mind, growing bigger with each second. Everett, her husband of 15 years, had already gone to bed in the guest room they’d been staying the past weekend, leaving her father as the only person other than them still awake.

Y/n was handed her nightly cup of tea from Bradley, the man leaning to kiss her cheek. Sipping the hot contents, she released a sound of content, his arm going around her while he sipped his own. Leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, Cynthia admires the scene in front of her. The look of love in her father’s eyes while he gazed down at Y/n, his own wrinkles adorning his face. Both grayed haired with skin beginning to frail as they approached their 70s.

Cynthia pictured them at 21. Young and carefree with dreams and aspirations. Her mother, a timeless beauty and her father, the handsome charmer. Boarding Titanic to return home after being gone so long, unaware they’d meet their soulmate and experience an event regarded as the deadliest peacetime disasters in history.

They were one of the lucky ones. Surviving when so many were lost, yet they had their fair share of perished loved ones. Cynthia saw it anytime Y/n mentioned her father and brother. Saw it when her father discussed the days he spent with his best friends.

“Little ones finally in bed?” Bradley’s voice removed her from her thoughts, Cynthia nodded when she realized he was asking her.

“Yeah,” she rubbed her arms, “they insisted on hearing a story from grandma.”

“Oh really?” he looked intrigued, peering down at his wife, “which one this time?”

Y/n tightened her mouth slightly, “About how we met.” Instantly his expression changed, but it wasn’t like in the early years where Bradley would shut down at the mere mention of Titanic. Instead a hint of a smile found his lips, knowing it was his granddaughter’s wanting to know how they fell in love.

“Oh,” he hums, shuffling his feet a bit and tightening the hold on Y/n. “What all did you tell them?”

“Up to the morning of the eleventh.” A laugh leaves him, making Cynthia mentally sigh in relief.

“What a night that was,” the memory of him and Jake ushering Y/n and Natasha through the secret pathways they’d found that led straight to first-class replayed in his mind. Peering behind the corridor at the night crew relieving themselves from post, giving only three minutes for the women to cross into the deck without notice. Bradley catching Y/n’s hand before she could leave, “May I see you again, Y/n? If not tonight but the next?” The eye contact between them was intense, desire and what could only be described as the beginning stages of love swarming.

Y/n promised to return, noticing Natasha was promising the same to Jake and handed Bradley the handkerchief she had on her. A kiss to her hand and Bradley watched her go, dragging Natasha away until they disappeared out of sight, leaving the men to avoid being seen as they headed back to the third-class compartments.

“One to remember,” Y/n echoes, leaning more into him. The image of her and Natasha giggling when they made it to her suite flashed in her mind. “I cannot believe that just happened! Oh, Natasha, do you feel what I am feeling? It’s like walking on a cloud!”

“Mom, dad?” Cynthia suddenly spoke, nervous she was about to make them upset by asking the jarring question nagging her brain. When their heads turned the words flew before she could stop them, “Could…could you tell me again about that night?”

Sunday April 14, 1912 started out like any other aboard Titanic. Y/n rose early to accompany her family at breakfast before meeting with Natasha for lunch. Throughout the day they’d reside close to the railing of the first-class deck to oversee the third-class one where Bradley and Jake would wait for them. Subtle looks and waves would be exchanged, the men subjected to howls and whistles from their friends.

In the days leading up she felt like she was living in one of her fairytale novels. The night of the 11th she and Natasha were formally introduced to Mickey, Reuben, Javy, and Bob when they snuck back during the shift change between day and night crew. Y/n enjoyed being with the group. They were funny and outgoing, very different from the men she was usually surrounded by.

Together they’d drink whiskey and smoke cigarettes, dance to the music passengers played and tell tales of their upbringing. Y/n learned Bradley and his friends were all aspiring aviators with backgrounds as mechanics and had grown up in the same neighborhood. He was originally from Virginia and lived in New Jersey with his Godfather after losing his parents to illness when he was sixteen and had no siblings.

Y/n told him about her family, explaining how they were once working class citizens until her father had a leading hand in constructing The National Association of Realtors. Bradley appeared impressed when she told him, finding admiration in those who worked hard for their wealth and not had handed to them on a silver platter. She explained her studies at NYU, dreams of being a writer—a novelist to be more specific, and hobbies of hers such as horseback riding, reading, and writing.

“What type of novels do you wish to write?” Bradley popped some chocolate into his mouth, offering a piece to her which she gladly accepted.

“Thrillers would be interesting to do,” she walked with him along the deck, the sound of the water hitting the ship loud against her ears. Jake had dragged Natasha off God knows where. The others were likely enjoying the company of their new Irish friends they made who boarded during the stop in Queenstown. “A good mystery could be fun. Also who does not like a happily ever after when it comes to love stories?”

“Think this journey may inspire one of the sort?” Bradley’s voice took a different turn, Y/n glancing to see he was already staring at her, a look she could only describe as adoration. It made heat rise in her, butterflies pooling that were threatening to burst from her stomach.

‘Is this what they mean when you’ve fallen in love at first sight?’

Feeling confident, returning the same gaze as Bradley, Y/n replies, “It is too early to say, but if what I feel happening is the same for you…. I find it very well could be.”

That night ended with their first kiss. Shared before the sun rose and Y/n made her leave to her room. Though she was scolded by her mother for missing breakfast due to sleeping in longer than she should have, Y/n didn’t care. The tingling sensation from where Bradley’s lips met hers remained all day, making the young woman yearn for more. A light feeling in her chest as though she was walking on a cloud. It grew stronger with each time she was with Bradley.

Hours were spent together once the night sky took over. Y/n departing for bed right after supper to get a few hours of sleep. When she awoke Natasha was knocking at her door and the two would sneak off—careful not to draw attention to themselves. The night of the 12th Bradley and Y/n crept into the area where the motor vehicles were stored. It was like a candy store for the man, who worked on cars for a living.

They’d play pretend with Bradley acting like Y/n’s driver. “My lady,” he’d say while helping her into the unlocked vehicle. “Why thank you,” her giggle made his heart skip, wishing to hear more of it. Y/n would lean over the seat between them while he leaned back, the two sharing kisses between laughs.

Two young adults living in their own little world. Slowly falling in love as the day turned into night. Each time Y/n left there would be a gaping hole in her heart. Drifting off to sleep with Bradley’s face as the last thing she saw. When the cycle continued on the 13th, all Y/n could think about was coming clean to her family. She could no longer deny there was love between her and Bradley. Despite only knowing each other for three days, Y/n saw his love for her each time they locked eyes. Every little touch had her wanting more. The words he spoke to her were like a poem, her hand itching to write them down so they stayed with her forever.

She wasn’t worried about them judging Bradley for his status. They were once in his position not even a decade ago. Discriminating him for being lower-class would make them hypocrites and just like their peers they criticize on the daily.

Y/n knew her parents wanted her to be happy. Regardless of who or where the person came from, as long as they loved and respected her then Y/n’s parents would accept them. Her happiness was their priority. It was why they constantly turned down marriage arrangements from her father’s colleagues. And when looking at all the qualities Y/n desired in a life-long partner, Bradley possessed all of them.

“Are you going to tell them?” Natasha raised her teacup to her lips, eyes unconscious flickering over the railing to find Jake. They were seated at a table, discussing the feelings rising between them and the men who’ve caught their eyes. Raising her own, Y/n followed her movements and saw Bradley kicking what appeared to be a ball with his friends and some children.

“I don’t know honestly,” she sighed, placing the teacup back on its saucer. Tiny sunglasses framed her face, protecting her eyes from the sun directly in front of her. “Do you plan on telling your family about Jake?” Now it was Natasha's turn to sigh.

“I guess I share the same fears as you. While I believe my father would approve of Jake, I’m scared he will worry too much about his public image. Of my parents, he’s the one with the most hopeful I say yes to Alan’s proposal.”

“Your mother doesn’t want you to marry Alan?”

“She doesn’t want for me to end up like her. Though she grew to love my father eventually, their marriage stemmed from their parents pressuring them,” Natasha’s gaze wandered back over to Jake. “It wasn’t until they had my siblings and I that she felt the love a wife is supposed to have from her husband—and that was because of us. Truth is, Y/n, I don’t think I see myself falling in love with Alan even if we have children.”

“Then be honest with yourself and your parents, Natasha,” Y/n finally said, declining when a server approached with more tea.

Her friend gives a look of challenge, “only if you do the same.”

“I will,” Y/n spoke confidently, before making a face of unease, adding, “when we arrive in New York.”

“And have you discussed this with him yet?” Natasha didn’t have to say Bradley’s name for her to know he was who she was referring to.

“No, but I will bring it up when I see him tonight. We’ve only a few more days till we’re stateside, that gives me time to prepare.”

Y/n was late to meet Bradley that evening due to Richard visiting her unannounced. “Apologies for the interruption this late, Y/n. But do you have a moment?” It took her by surprise, casting a worried glance to Natasha who mirrored it.

“Um, of course. Nat, I’m going to step out for a minute. I’ll be right by the door,” a nod from her friend and Y/n stepped into the corridor, closing the door so it was slightly ajar. “Yes, Richard?”

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior on Wednesday,” the words shocked her, Y/n visibly reacting to them as though she was in disbelief he was actually saying them. “I mean no offense to you and feel as though I was misunderstood in what I was trying to say.” It took every nerve of her to not roll her eyes. Of course he was trying to pass it off as her not understanding him. He was only a few words shy of calling her over dramatic. “If you allow me, I’d like for you to reconsider my proposal of courtship.”

Y/n stated the obvious, “You never offered a proposal, Richard. I took my departure before any proposal could be made.” Naturally he didn’t expect her to point out his flaw, thinking he could get away with gaslighting her into believing she rejected him when in fact there was no rejection at all.

Quickly Richard attempted to improvise, “Well, then allow me to make one now,” he removed his hat, placing it over his chest in a slight bow, “Would you do me the honor of courting you in hopes a beautiful, highly respected marriage may blossom out of?”

Now she was put on the spot, heart increasing well over the average beats per minute. No doubt Natasha was listening in, equally as anxious to hear what Y/n would say. Mentally cursing, Y/n fumbled over her words, “I-I…I must discuss this with my father in the morning. Surely you understand, Richard,” of course she wanted to say no, but without her father with her Y/n feared the outcome. Even with Natasha behind the door, there was no saying Richard could react negatively to rejection. “I cannot give you an answer just yet. B-but you shall have one by tomorrow evening.”

Though Richard obviously didn’t like her answer, he did a job of concealing it, “Of course. It was foolish of me to come so late in the evening—and to assume you’d agree without consultation. Please, take all the time and I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow. Have a good night, Y/n.” Once he was gone, Y/n leaned against her door and released a breath she had been holding, Natasha bolting from her chair with a, “What the hell was that?!”

After explaining in depth the details Natasha couldn’t hear and a much needed vent to cool off, the two finally made their way to the third-class deck just after midnight. They found Jake and Bradley in the meeting spot they’d established, sharing a cigar and asking what took them so long. The nervousness in Y/n’s demeanor worried Bradley, who gently pulled her away to give them privacy, “What’s wrong?” The one question had Y/n spilling everything off her chest. From Richard and his stupid proposal to her wanting Bradley to meet her parents.

“I’m very overwhelmed and don’t know what to do,” she cried, eyes lining with unshed tears threatening to spill. “The man is already acting as though I’ve said yes and there’s no way in hell I am going to end up in a loveless marriage for my entire life—not when you’ve taken claim to my heart, though it seems foolish to think you could fall in love with someone in just three days a-and I worry my family is going to say absurd things about your status when it shouldn’t define you because you, Bradley, are the most perfect man I’ve ever met and I love you—.” Her last words are cut off when Bradley’s lips meet her. Large hands cupping her cheeks, the scuff on his face burning her chin as the kiss turns more passionate. Y/n’s hands fly to his hair, soft curls against her fingertips and the woman letting out a light moan when Bradley slips his tongue into her mouth in what people would call French kissing.

Pressing her chest further into his, Y/n feels his arms fall to her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground all while continuing to keep his lips on hers. The wind brushes through her hair, cool air sending chills along her otherwise flaring skin.

“I love you,” he finally whispers against her lips, saying it once more before retraining them to hers. Nothing is said for the remainder of the night, the two finding claim to a storage room where they make love until dawn. The only sound exchanged are hot pants of breath and sighs, Y/n’s nails digging into Bradley’s back while his arms cradle her like she was made of glass. He brings her to a climax so many times she loses count. Moans grew louder to the point she feared someone would walk by and hear them. Bradley swallowed each with a kiss, holding her hand and becoming lost within her. If cloud nine was what she felt when with Bradley, then at that moment she was experiencing euphoria. Feeling the reminisce of him lingering inside her well after they were done.

Basking in the afterglow, Y/n laid her head on Bradley’s chest and felt his fingers trail along her back, making her release a sound of bliss, “Where are you going when we dock?”

It takes a second for him to answer, sleep threatening to consume the man, “Back to New Jersey with the guys—see my Godfather and probably go back to working in his shop. What about you?”

“My studies end in late May so I will return to school for the time being,” she replied, lifting her head slightly to see into his eyes. They were the same as hers. Content, blissed, overwhelmed with happiness. “After that….I do not know. My father I think wishes for me to assist him and my brother with the business. But I’d like to travel—see different places on my own.”

“You know,” Bradley hums, a smirk forming on his mouth, “New Jersey is only a short drive from New York—actually it’s across the harbor, the ferry will get you there quicker.” Y/n’s own lips curled up.

“Are you implying I come visit you in New Jersey, Mr. Bradshaw?”

“Only a mere suggestion Miss. L/n,” he defended, cheekiness in his tone. He then becomes serious, hand cupping the side of her face, “I don’t plan on letting you go after this. My heart won’t allow it. It won’t go on without you.”

It was probably the most romantic thing Y/n had ever heard. Better than any writing on paper and forever engraved into her mind. “I don’t think mine will either.”

All throughout the 14th, Y/n was in a constant inner battle with herself. Wondering how to approach the topic of Bradley to her parents and declining Richard’s proposal. Once they learn she’s no longer a maiden Y/n worried about what their reaction would be. If her father would make Bradley marry her right then and there—not that she would mind honestly but she didn’t know if Bradley wanted the same.

“What is wrong today, my dear,” Y/n flinched from the sudden intrusion. Coming up beside her was her father, placing a hand on the railing in her typical spot on the deck. Natasha had stepped away to find a powder room, leaving Y/n to herself until her father appeared. “You appear to be in distress. I find it difficult you can be in such a state when you’ve got a view like this,” he gestures with his hand to the scene in front of them. Nothing but the beautiful ocean and clear skies, the scene straight from a painting.

“I am only deep in my thoughts, father,” Y/n fidgeted with the material on her dress sleeves, looking away when she saw Bradley as the memory of that morning flashed in her mind. “Thinking about my studies and what to do after.” She heard her father make a ‘humph’ sound.

“Nothing to do with your little admirer then?”

Instantly her stomach fell, heat flaring within her, eyes wide like saucer. Snapping her head to her father, she found his gaze forward and when she followed it, Bradley stood in her vision. Dread consumed her, quickly trying to play it off, “I-I…I don’t know what you mean.” A chuckle fills her ears.

“Darling, I may be getting old but I still have eyes and ears,” a hand rests on her shoulder, pulling her closer. “Do you not think I’ve noticed a shift in you these last few days? Ever since Wednesday’s luncheon you’ve spent every moment of your time on the deck. The knowing glances between you and Natasha—how you two come to this spot every day and spend hours watching those fellas over there,” he lifts his finger to point in their general direction. Crinkles appear beside his eyes when his lips curl, “Not to mention I checked your room the other night to find it vacant. Then when I went to have my late night cigar, I saw you in the distance creeping out of the stairwell with Natasha—but you weren’t alone. Those fellas were with you..” his voice becomes softer while Y/n’s heart picks up pace. “And I know the face of someone smitten. And that one over there—,” he points directly at Bradley, who stood frozen when he looked up to find them staring at them. “He’s smitten with you, my dear girl. Trust me, I know, it’s how I look at your mother.”

While she felt a sudden rush of calmness from her father’s implied approval, the linger of worry still remained. “Are you upset with me, dad?”

“What for, Y/n?”

“Because…” She struggles to find the words and lets out a sound of frustration. “Ugh—I know you are not one to invest your time in gossip but I still cannot help but worry. About how people will view you and all the work you did to give us this life—with these high expectations of who I’ll marry and for me to—.”

He stops her before she could finish, “do you love him?” She’s taken aback by the question, stuttering at his bluntness.

“It—it’s only been four days—.”

“I knew I loved your mother within two,” he tells her, still smiling to help put her at ease. “But let’s not make it a competition. And you didn’t answer my question. Do you love him, Y/n.”

“I do,” she falls to a whisper, finally answering when she locks eyes with Bradley. She could tell he was worried for her, slight strain in his face as though he was trying to decipher what the two were discussing. Offering a small smile in hopes to show it was all okay, Y/n says, “I think I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him he’d be someone important to me. But then talking to him every night since we departed England has only confirmed what I already know. My heart belongs to him.”

With the seal of approval from her father, Y/n spent the rest of the day avoiding Richard—even hiding when she caught him and his father walking the deck in a hurry, as though they were searching for something. More like someone.

She and Natasha had supper in Natasha’s suite, gushing over their newfound happiness with their lovers. Y/n wrote in her diary every single detail so as to not forget it when she got older, capturing the memories in writing. While braiding Natasha’s hair the two discussed the brunette's plans for when they docked. “I’m going to come clean to my parents,” Natasha declared, trying not to move while Y/n finished with the first of two braids. “Tell Alan I cannot marry him and let him know I’m spoken for. He’ll understand…I hope. And for my father he will learn to accept it if he has any objections.”

“I’m happy for you, Nat,” Y/n smiled at her through the mirror. “Truly I am. You deserve to be happy—and Jake is smitten with you.”

“As is Bradley with you,” Natasha smirked, causing her friend to look away shyly. “Oh don’t be shy about it now! I know what took place this morning.” At Y/n’s horrified expression, Natasha laughed, “You were way more tired than usual when we returned to our room. And I couldn’t help but notice a slight struggle when you walked.”

“Good heavens, Natasha!” Y/n let go of the hair to cover her face with her hands, cheeks hot from embarrassment.

“Was it nice?”

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” eyebrows wiggled at her, Natasha giggling as Y/n playfully tagged at the braid before moving to the next one. Moving on from the subject the two finished getting ready until it was the typical time for them to leave, silently thanking whoever above that Richard did not find her. She’d have to confront him eventually. It was that or pray she could avoid him the remainder of the journey—which was only a couple more days.

Bradley lifted her in the arm when she met him, capturing her lips in a kiss before placing tiny ones over her face. It made her giggle, his scruff tickling with each kiss. “Everything okay today?” was the first thing he asked, “I saw you and who I assume to be your father this afternoon. Looked to be a serious conversation.”

“He’s aware of our endeavors,” she spoke truthfully, not wanting to lie or sugarcoat the inevitable. At his anxious eyes she was quick to explain, “He knows I’ve been sneaking at night to see you—he caught me returning to my room. He doesn’t know about this morning….” She watched him bite back a smile, her own forming as the memory resurfaced. “But from our conversation, my father has no objections about us. He wishes to meet you once we dock.”

“He does?” His tone was surprised, Y/n nodding to show she was serious.

“Yes. I told him about your work and he was impressed. Is….is that okay with you?” Her voice goes low, fearful of his answer. A hand cupped her face, holding her gaze to his and Y/n felt her heart nearly stop at the love in his eyes.

“I would be honored to meet your father, Y/n. It disappoints me we have to wait, but I would wait longer if it means I get to receive his blessing.” Before she could say anything else he kissed her, thumb brushing over her cheek making Y/n sigh with bliss. There was no way she could let go of Bradley after they arrived in America. Even if her father had disapproved of them she’d find a way to see him.

Chills run along her body causing Y/n to shudder, the air suddenly dropping in temperature. The reaction has Bradley pull away, “Are you getting cold?”

“A little,” she mentally cursed herself for deciding on a dress instead of trousers and a coat. It was one of her old ones from when she was fifteen. It was ivory colored and a little worn out from wearing it so often as it had been Y/n’s favorite until she got the privilege of purchasing high quality clothing. Though a little tight on her figure it still fit rather good on her.

Removing his jacket, Bradley pulled it around her shoulders before fixing her hair and ignored her protests. It was freezing outside, their breath visible. Surely Bradley would freeze to death as his long shirt would do nothing to combat the cold.

“There you go, doll.” Her reaction to the nickname had him grin, “That should warm you up. Though I could think of another—.”

“Shall I remind you, Mr. Bradshaw, you’re in the presence of a lady and you should refrain from insinuating such scandalous remarks.” Biting his lip, Bradley leans down to hoarsely whisper, grinning at the gasp she releases when she feels his breath hit her ear.

“I don’t recall you reminding me this morning…”

The heat Y/n felt rivaled a fire in a chimney. Consuming her with every inch of her being, she could do nothing but grin while Bradley hid his face in her neck, peppering kisses throughout.

For the next hour they laid on one of the benches, talking of what their lives would be together as the stars danced above them. Y/n pointing out constellations from time to time, making a point to identify Sirius, the brightest star of all. They laughed. They kissed. They dreamed of the future. What their house would look like, “At least two stories. With a big backyard and a dining table to fit ten people.” How many kids they’d have, “Two would be nice, but I wouldn’t mind three. A little mini you and me running around.” If they’ll have animals, “a dog of course. Ooh—a chicken to have fresh eggs for breakfast and possibly a couple of goats.”

It was perfect. Complete and utter bliss.

But that disappeared in the blink of an eye. Right as the clock struck 11:40 pm.

“What’s happening?” Y/n lifted off of Bradley’s chest, sitting up straight by the sound of people shouting on the decks above. Following her suit, Bradley made a motion to stand when he caught sight of Jake and Natasha running toward them.

“What is it?”

“It’s hard to tell,” Jake was out of breath, face red with worry. “But I think I heard someone yell about an iceberg—.” An ugly sound rocketed before Jake could finish his sentence. Jolting movement on the ship deck had them all stumble, Y/n clutching onto Bradley’s side as his arm met her waist. Moments later an intimidatingly large iceberg appeared in their view. Slowly moving as the ship literally whined with effort to avoid collision. But it was to no avail as more striking sounds of ice hitting metal echoed in the night. Pieces fell onto the deck, the four moving slightly aback.

Moments later the ship's engines stopped. Dazed and confused by what they witnessed. Titanic had hit an iceberg. A large one at that. The sound alone was an indicator of how bad the collision was. Stressed shouts of crew members only further confirmed it.

They were left to wonder what would happen next. Were they waiting for the crew to assess the damage before restarting the engines? Would they even be able to? Were they already sending signals to other ships about their collision?

Leaning over the railing, Y/n found the reflection of Titanic’s lights staring back at her. The water was eerily calm, no doubt below freezing. Several other icebergs could be made out in the distance surrounding the ship if she squinted her eyes. With no moon in the sky it made it difficult to see.

Y/n anxiety increased when the thought crossed her mind, ‘Are we going to sink?’ She removed the thought as it appeared. No. There’s no way the Titanic would sink. She was deemed unsinkable by everyone involved in the making of her. She was designed to remain afloat even if four water compartments were flooded.

‘It’ll be alright,’ Y/n thought silently, trying to convince herself more than anything.

But that didn’t last long when Bradley and Jake’s friends rushed over not even twenty minutes later, their nightwear drenched in water and fear coating their eyes. “It’s flooding down there,” Mickey huffed, “all over the floors.” Passengers filled the deck, families huddled together as they awaited information. Mickey’s news sent dread to the young women. Flooding was never a good sign.

Something in Y/n’s gut was telling her to find her family. “I-I need to go,” she glanced at Natasha first and then Bradley, “I should find my father. T-they may know more on the upper deck a-and are not telling us how serious it is down here.” Bradley looked hesitant to let her go, Y/n’s voice turning softer, “I’ll come back. I promise I will—a-and I’ll find out what’s happening.”

“I’ll go with you,” Nat removed herself from Jake, the man wearing the same face as Bradley. “We should go now while the crew are distracted.” Without consulting further, Y/n picked up the skirt of her dress and hurried away with Natasha trailing behind. They made it past each deck, racing up the grand staircase to the level Y/n’s parents were to find them in evident distress. Several other members of their circle were also there.

One look at her father and Y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Dad…” it took everything to remain calm, realizing her hands started to shake when he took them in hers. “What’s happening?” He didn’t want to admit the truth she already knew, but as she squeezed his hands the words left him, confirming the worst.

“Titanic’s taking on water,” the choked gasp was audible no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Her father squeezed her hand, “They’re preparing the lifeboats—you two should go gather some belongings to take with you.” At the mention of lifeboats Y/n mentally thought back to the ones she’d seen lining the ship deck. Counting, her heart further shrieked at the number she summed.

“There's only twenty,” she whispered, horror on her face. “T-there’s got to be three thousand people on this ship. Wha-what—how are they going to save everyone?!” Her voice grew louder with each word. Suddenly she went quiet, the realization hitting her. Behind her Natasha gasped, also realizing the obvious.

All the lifeboats were on the boat deck. Right above the first-class one.

“O-oh my God. They’re not going to be able to save everyone.”

“Y/n—,” her hands slipped from his grasp, “Y/n!!” She was running, skirts dragging along her ankles as she hurried down the path she’d just come from. Urgent footsteps behind her signaled Natasha following, the two women bumping into people without apologizing. Tears lined her eyes the entire way, wishing it was all a horrible nightmare she was going to awake from at any moment.

When she finally found Bradley she collided with him, oblivious to the fact his trousers were soaked in water. Too frantic she made no mind to ask where it came from. “We’re sinking,” she cried against his chest. Even in his arms it did nothing to ease her fear. “The ship’s sinking.”

“Wh-at? No, that’s not possible.”

“She’s unsinkable!”

“It must be a mistake—I’m sure they are working it out as we speak.”

It was utter chaos from then on out. Minutes passed where slowly the passengers would realize the extent of the situation. Cries of children and babies were heard, their parents attempting to calm them despite their own emotions surfacing. Y/n rushed to her suite with Bradley, the man unable to contain his awe at how luxurious the first-class compartments were. He stood like a fish out of water as she flung open her small makeup bag to place her diary, ticket, the few photos she had, and whatever small compatible items Y/n thought were valuable. Clothing and anything else could be replaced.

The door flying open caused her to shriek, Bradley stepping back when Y/n’s father appeared in the doorway. He let out an audible sigh of relief when his eyes landed on her, “Where have you been?” He stepped further into the room, Y/n’s mother and brother trailing behind. All froze at the sight of Bradley standing with her, her father being the only one to recognize him.

“Who’s this?” Said her mother, not shying from looking Bradley up and down. It made him blush, glancing at Y/n for help. But she was also at a loss for words.

“This is the boy I was telling you about. Now as much as I wish we were meeting in any other circumstance,” her father strolled up, closing the bag for Y/n and pulling into his hands while using his free hand to gently push her toward the door, “We need to get to the boat deck this instant.” As they were coming out they met Natasha and Jake, Bradley asking his friend where the others were.

“I don’t know,” Jake stressfully removed his messenger boy hat to run a hand through his hair, “Mickey went to find that girl he’d been shacking up with and Javy I-I thought was behind me.” Bradley gulps, sweat pooling at his hairline.

“We’ll find them,” he firmly states. “We’ll find them all.”

When they reached the boat deck they were faced with the grim reality. Less than two dozen lifeboats would not be enough to get Titanic’s 2,500 passengers to safety. She was going to take many down with her. Time was their emissary. Slowly ticking away by the second.

Coming to the end of the first hour since impact, Bradley brings Y/n’s attention to him when he sees they were only allowing women and children into the boats. Crew members were telling passengers it was only minor damage and they were only putting them in the boats for precaution. Sparks from flares shot into the sky, with hope neighboring ships would notice.

Bradley stared deeply into the eyes he loved, “Marry me.” The question stops the world around them, Y/n’s eyes becoming wide as saucers.

“W-what?”

“Marry me, Y/n,” his tone is serious. “Right now on this ship. Under the stars you love while in front of your family and our friends—i-if tonight…” he trails off, voice becoming shaky. It brings tears to Y/n’s eyes at what he was trying to say. “If tonight is my last night I don’t want to waste another second.” The reason he said ‘my’ instead of ‘our’ last night was knowing deep in his heart Y/n would likely survive instead of him. She would get on a boat and hopefully be rescued.

“Yes,” she whispered, no sign of hesitation in the answer. All the love she felt emitting with one word.

And so the unthinkable happened not a mere ten minutes later. Y/n standing in front of Bradley, hands entwined as the ship’s Chaplin read off vows they repeated. Y/n’s family had tears in their eyes, as did Natasha, Jake, and their friends—who managed to find them at the right moment. Other passengers stopped and stared, some looking on with unreadable expressions, mostly women who found the sight bittersweet. It was almost fitting considering Y/n was wearing a near-white dress.

When asked about exchanging rings Y/n went to say, “no rings,” but Bradley stopped her.

“I have this actually,” his hand goes to his trouser pocket, “It’s not a ring but I think it’ll do.” Removing what could only be described as the most beautiful necklace Y/n had laid eyes on, her mouth parted in disbelief. Diamonds lined the chain, coming down to surround a large blue heart-shaped gem. “It’s a diamond,” Bradley said softly, making Y/n’s eyes widen even more. Wondering how he acquired such a magnificent piece of jewelry that looked like it was worth more than anything she owned.

He must’ve read her mind because Bradley was quick to explain, “My father gave this to my mother when he proposed to her. He got it from his mother, who received it from his father on their wedding day. He never told me how our family came into possession of it, but I once heard him refer to it as the ‘Heart of the Ocean’.” How fitting when they were in the middle of the ocean, and Y/n had become the owner of his heart. “It’s been passed down from Bradshaw to Bradshaw as a gift from a husband to wife. My mother made sure to give it to me before she died,” bringing the necklace around her neck while still facing her, Bradley secured it into place, adjusting it so the heart laid on her chest. Above her own beating heart. “And now it’s yours.”

Hand coming up to her chest, Y/n felt the smooth cut edges of the diamond, tears falling from her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she croaked, sniffing from the overwhelming emotion. “Thank you. I’ll protect it with my life. H-how did you—.”

“Before you came back to find me I made sure to grab it from my room.” So that’s why his pants were soaked. He went to get the necklace before the compartment flooded.

“I-I,” she stuttered, glancing behind to peer at her father. “I don’t have anything—.”

“Worry not, my dear girl,” the watch he always wore unclipped from his wrist. It was his favorite one, the only item he splurged on before they became wealthy. And now he was given it to Y/n’s husband.

“I can’t take this,” Bradley goes to object, but her father silences him. Y/n kisses the older man’s cheek, whispering “thank you,” as she takes the watch before placing it onto Bradley’s wrist.

“By the power invested in me,” the two hold hands once more, letting the tears fall freely. “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the Chaplin turns to Bradley, “You may kiss your bride.”

Warm hands cup Y/n’s cheek, lips meeting in the middle to seal the act. No longer was she kissing the handsome stranger who caught her eye aboard the ship of dreams. She was kissing her husband. The man she was to grow old with. To explore the world. Raise children together.

Their fairytale was only beginning. But tragedy was on the horizon. Ending the journey before it could start.

Their friends clapped and cheered, her mother cried. Passengers and crew members witnessing offered nods of congratulations. Before long the happy moment was gone and replaced with the dread once more at the reality facing them. At first Y/n thought Jake and Natasha would marry next, spotting a ring on her friend’s left hand.

“It’s his class ring,” Natasha softly said, admiring the jewelry with glistening eyes. “I told him I’ll marry him once we reach land.” Taking her hand, Y/n squeezes and offers a small, encouraging smile, “We’ll make it the wedding of your dreams.”

The hour reached a half after one, almost two whole since the iceberg struck Titanic. They all gathered to the edge of the boat deck, Y/n’s father ordering her, her mother, and Natasha to put one on. As they did they could hear the crew member shout the same thing he’d been shouting the last hour and half. “Women and children! I need women and children!”

It was then Y/n realized why her father and Bradley were slowly moving them closer. “No,” she whispered, turning fully around. Over Bradleys shoulder she spotted her father speaking to her mother. Behind her children were crying out for their daddies. “I’m not going without you.” His hands met her shoulders. “Don’t ask me to get in that boat, Bradley.”

“You have to.”

“No.”

He squeezed her jacket clad shoulders, “Y/n, please do this for me. Get in the boat with your mother and Natasha. You guys will be safer there.”

“And leave you here!” She shouted, not caring who heard. Here was her newly wedded husband saying goodbye. “You married me not even ten minutes ago—a-and you’re already telling me to leave!?”

“As your husband I’m ensuring you make it off this ship safely! That is my priority—that you’re safe!” His own voice raises, hand going to Y/n’s jaw to force her to look at him when she fights his hold. Bradley was doing his best to keep calm for her sake, not wanting her last image of him to be where he’s scared out of his mind. Though the crew made efforts to conceal the truth, Bradley wasn’t blind. The water was rising closer to the deck, submerging the lower floors past the point of fixing.

Titanic was sinking.

“Don’t ask me to leave you,” Y/n closed her eyes, lip trembling to hold back the sob threatening to escape. “My heart won’t go on without you, Bradley.” It wouldn’t allow her to. Bradley was the keeper of her entire soul. Losing him would destroy her.

“Look at me,” his thumb caressed her cheek, running over her bottom lip to wipe the stray tear. When her eyes opened, Bradley brought her into a kiss. “I’ll find you,” he said pulling away, “Get it in that boat and I promise I will find you when this is all over. I won’t stop till I do.”

“N-no—.”

“I promise you, baby,” he says again, tightening the hold on her. “I will see you again.”

A choked sob left Y/n, pressing her lips to his desperately, the taste of salt hitting her tongue from the tears mixing in. “O-okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, offering a watery smile. “Hey, I’m the luckiest bastard in the world. You’ve made me so.” They kiss once more, Y/n being passed to her father. She leaps into his arms, shaking against him when he tells her he’ll always love her and to take care of her mother.

“Thank you, daddy,” she cries, nuzzling her face into his chest and not wanting to let go. She didn’t have to explain because he already knew the meaning behind her words. ‘Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for always believing in me. Thank you for letting me open my heart to him and giving your blessing. Thank you for loving me.’

“I love you, my dear girl,” his lips meet the crown of her head. “I’ll see you soon.”

After hugging goodbye to her brother, who was refused by crew to board with them since he was seventeen and viewed as a young man rather than a child, Y/n followed behind Natasha and her mother onto the lifeboat. A crew member assisted, taking her hand, “watch your step, madam,” Y/n’s heart raced with each step, falling to the seat on the edge of the aisle, closest to where Bradley stood.

“I love you!” He shouted to her, going as far to lean over the railing of the ship, Y/n rising enough from her seat to offer one last kiss. It was brief, but she poured all her emotion behind it. A shout from the man in charge of the lifeboat yelled for her to sit and Y/n unwillingly listened. All the way down Y/n kept her eyes on Bradley, briefly meeting those of her father and brother. Jake was next to her husband, no doubt watching Natasha seated next to her.

Even when they landed on the water Y/n could not relax. As the crewmen paddled them away, the sight of Titanic was more frightening than she imagined. Growing worse by the minute. The dark blue section of Titanic lower levels were nearly submerged leaving only the decks above the surface.

“I thought it was unsinkable,” a lady gasped, making murmurs of worry echo among the passengers. Y/n shared a look with Natasha, finding the same emotion etched in the other's eyes. It increased when an unpleasant noise filled their ears, snapping their heads to see the rear of Titanic rising in the air, the front completely foregone in the sea. Without realizing it Y/n had stood from her seat, face wretched with horror.

“Oh my God.”

Hands flew to her mouth, gasps radiating behind at the sight of Titanic going dark. Barely could Y/n make out the vessel due to little light without the moon. It made Y/n strain her eyes, desperate to see what was happening. Praying to whoever above Bradley and her family aboard was on the side of the ship still afloat. Y/n’s breathing increased, feeling Natasha stand beside her.

Everything happened so fast after that. What sounded like gunshots rang out mixed with the screams of those still aboard fighting to make it in time to the rear of the ship. Metal and wood crunching caused bile to fill in her mouth, feeling nauseated by the overwhelming panic.

Whimpers escaped Y/n, becoming full force sobs when a horrible *crack* echoed in the night. Titanic had been split in half. And though hard to see in the dark, the sound alone of the moaning ship sent her into despair. Within minutes the rear half of Titanic lifted once more, fully disappearing out of view forever, leaving the cries of her passengers stranded in the 26 degree water desperately fighting to stay alive.

Y/n dropped to her knees, cries mixing with everyone else. The scene was too much to handle. Screams echoing in the darkness, utter misery to show the terror. She didn’t want to imagine how many people were trapped when the ship sank. All she pictured was Bradley’s face. His smile when the lifeboat descended. That one last look of love.

Then Y/n thought of her father and brother. Were they already at the bottom of the ocean? Or were they part of the hundreds screaming in the distance? The sound that was slowly becoming lower signaling their battle was with cold water was ending. Whatever the case Y/n didn’t want to picture their dead bodies—the thought only made her more devastated.

She cried for her mother. She cried for Natasha—who was in the same state as her. She cried for those on the lifeboat. But mostly Y/n cried for herself. For what could have been

For what should have been.

The screams soon drowned out. Leaving a ghostly silence as Y/n’s sobs returned to whimpers. Soon the exhaustion took over and she fell asleep against her mother’s chest. The cold air was a painful reminder of what had taken place. When Y/n awoke it was to the sounds of engines and for a moment she thought it had all been a nightmare. She’d find herself in bed with the sun peering in from the window. Hearing the footsteps of passengers leaving their suits to attend breakfast. And she’d go about her day the same way until it came time to see Bradley.

But it wasn’t a dream. Confirmed when her eyes opened to the dark skies turning an array of colors from the sun rising in the east. First she felt panic, then came the anguish and soon she was silently crying as her heart broke in two, hand coming to hold the diamond on her chest.

RMS Carpathia was their saving Grace. Y/n was pretty much a walking shell of a woman, reluctantly allowing the crew to help her onto the ship. A blanket was placed around her shoulders, a hot tea in her hand, the saucer shaking from her slight tremor. Guiding her mother and Natasha to a spot away from others, Y/n made no effort to drink the tea. She had no energy even though it would warm her up.

A piece of her was missing—forever lost in the ocean.

People stood at the entryway of where passengers were coming in. Hoping to find their loved ones among the survivors. Seeing Natasha peek around to get a better look, Y/n plainly said, “What are you doing?” Her tone was void of emotion, depicting her mental state.

“I heard someone say one of the lifeboats went back—they were searching for survivors in the water.” Instantly a wave of hope rose within her though Y/n was careful to not let it grow. Scared it’d only be met with heartbreak.

But then sandy hair caught her vision causing the teacup to fall from her hand, contents splashing onto the deck. “Y/n?” She ignored her mother, moving to stand on top of the bench a few feet away to overlook the crowd. Heart racing, she desperately searched for the owner of the sandy hair. She didn’t have to search too long.

“BRADLEY!!” The strangled cry escaped her, the man that stood roughly thirty feet away spinning around in a flash he nearly broke his neck. Y/n could see a girl resembling her beside him, Bradley possibly thinking it’d been her and was disappointed to find it wasn’t. Their eyes met, a mix of astonishment and relief, but most of all pure love pouring into their expression.

“Bradley!” Y/n yelled again, dropping from the bench just as he started to run in her direction. It was like slow motion. Y/n pushing through the crowd, frantically keeping her eyes on him to not lose sight.

“Y/n!” She heard him yell. The crowd between them separated and not a moment later Y/n was leaping into his arms, a sound mixed between a cry and laugh falling from her mouth.

“Oh God,” it was really him. He smelled of sea salt and shook like a leaf, but it was him, Y/n pulling away from the embrace just to make sure. “It’s really you.” His hands cupped her cheek, the feeling all too familiar.

“It’s me.”

“Y-you….I thought you were dead!” A tear trailed her cheek, his thumb moving to wipe it. “I saw the ship sink—and I could not see where you’d gone. How—?”

“The boat that came back,” he started to explain, voice shaking from the cold making Y/n stop a man with teacups, handing one to her husband. “I-I was on a piece of driftwood. It kept me from being…being in the water—.” He gulped, flinching as his eyes watered before closing them. Like he was trying to avoid the painful memory.

Now it was Y/n’s turn to hold his face, offering comfort in the best way she could.

“I-I tried get-getting them on but it was too small for a-all of us. Y-your….” He didn’t want to meet her eyes, shame and guilt visible in his face. “Your father wouldn’t get on—no matter h-how much I told him to. Your brother…” he trailed off, tears spilling from his eyes and Y/n brushed them away while fighting her own. Understanding what Bradley was trying to tell her. “And the others…..wh-what they held onto wasn’t enough to keep them out. I-I thought they’d be okay—I kept calling to them when I saw the boat—b-but they wouldn’t—they wouldn’t answer.” The last word ended with a sob, Bradley’s head dropping down onto Y/n’s shoulders as she held him.

They cried together, Y/n cradling the back of his neck with a hand and feeling the rock of his shoulders against her. Mourning the loss of their friends and family. Y/n grieving the death of her father and brother. When her mother and Natasha arrived, both with hopeful eyes turning into despair in seconds. Seeing Bradley in her arms knowing he was on the boat with the other survivors pulled from the water. Neither Jake nor Y/n’s father and brother with him.

Y/n felt Bradley remove himself from her hold. He looked broken, a shell of a man. Placing a hand in his pocket, they watched him take out an item they couldn’t make out. Only when he unfolded it did they realize what it was.

Jake’s hat.

Natasha let out a gut wrenching weep, covering her face with the hat when Bradley handed it to her before falling to her knees. “I’m so sorry,” a fresh wave of tears threatened to escape, Bradley unable to look at her without feeling the guilt for not saving the man she loved. Y/n moved to hold her friend, Natasha clutching onto her forearm while her mother silently grieved beside them.

All around them was a similar scene. Haunting and dreary. Completely different from the joyous celebration not even a week prior when Titanic sailed off on her maiden voyage. Carrying close to 2,300 people across the Atlantic. Some traveling to America for the first time or were on their way home. Now at least 700 of those passengers were on the Carpathia while the other 1,400 belonged to the sea.

The ship’s crew went around to collect names. Recording them to make it easier when going through the logs when they docked to account for all who survived and persisted. Y/n nearly forgot what name she was supposed to give. Boarding Titanic as a L/n but leaving as a Bradshaw. At the crew man’s confused eyes by the hyphenated name she gave Y/n simply stated, “We married as she sank, but the records will show Y/n L/n.”

Three days. It took three days for Carpathia to arrive in New York. The Statue of Liberty greeted her like an old friend, the people she carried unable to enjoy the scenery they’d been anticipating for so long. The sky rained as though it were crying in mourning. Grieving the lost souls instead of welcoming them.

When the ship docked, Y/n held onto her bag in one hand and Bradley’s arm on the other. Her mother and Natasha followed behind, displaying their grief in every movement. Stepping foot onto the pavement, Y/n let out a breath she’d been holding, feeling only a glimmer of relief at the fact they were home. “What now?” Bradley squeezed her hand, conveying everything in the simple gesture.

“We go on,” he admires the skyline briefly, settling his eyes on hers. “As best as we can we go on. We go on for them.”

“My mother was never the same after that night,” the cracking of wood in the fireplace echoed behind Y/n’s words while she sat on the couch beside Bradley in their sunken living room. Cynthia was across from them, wiping at her puffy face from time to time. Unable to control her emotions.

Y/n’s left middle finger unconsciously traced over the jewelry on her right hand. Her mother’s wedding rings. And nestled beneath her blouse was the necklace worth more than what remained of her family’s fortune.

“She nearly sent herself into an early grave trying to stabilize the business my father built from the ground up. Difficult to do back then when men wouldn’t respect a woman's authority,” Y/n smiles fondly at the memory of her mothers strong willed temperament. “My mother was an intelligent woman. She always prepared for the worst at times. And when deciding what to do about the company, she wanted to make sure our family would be okay if disaster were to strike again. It was like she predicted the fall of the stock market—-preventing us from being affected by selling our shares and interests years before the crash even happened.”

Cynthia thought of her grandmother. How hard it must’ve been to lose her husband and son so suddenly then having to become the face of the family. Her daughter discovering she hadn’t bleed since the week prior to boarding Titanic, the family doctor confirming the pregnancy not a day later. Never remarrying despite the many suitors itching to get a hand on the L/n fortune. Cynthia thought of how her grandmother would wake up bright and early every morning to watch the sunrise. Remembering the smell of her perfume and taking Cynthia and her sister to her favorite bistro for afternoon tea. Teaching them how to be independent women. Even on her deathbed as the illness consumed her right as America joined the Second World War, Y/n’s mother never lost her strength. Thinking of the memories had Cynthia missing her.

“And what about Natasha?” In all the years she’d been alive, Cynthia only heard her parents mention Natasha a handful of times. Each one was met with a distant look in her mother’s eyes, followed by grief until she thought of a happy memory associated with her, causing a small smile to form on her Y/n’s lips.

“She was never the same either,” the answer came with a sad exhale. “After reuniting with her family, Natasha spent several weeks at their family home. I visited her often while I finished my studies and did my best to comfort her in any way she needed. She ended up accepting Alan’s marriage proposal, but on the condition that they travel across America first before being wed. The journey would last several months, but in the end they wedded in Manhattan in the winter of 1913 and welcomed a son and daughter soon after,” the memory of Y/n holding Natasha’s son in the hospital flashed in her mind. “They were happy. As happy as they could be. But Alan, the amazing man he was, knew he couldn’t live up to what Jake was to her. The impact he made on Natasha’s heart. Yes, she grew to love Alan eventually—the birth of their children being the main reason she did—but he was not her true love. And he accepted that,” Y/n felt the lump form in her throat. As it always did when she thought about what came next for her friend.

Bradley’s hand rested on her knee, offering consultation knowing it was hard for her to think about Natasha. Her fingers interlaced with his, swallowing back the lump.

“After the end of the War—the first one—Natasha was traveling with her children home from a weekend visiting her parents. It was late and raining, difficult to see….a vehicle ran the sign and plowed straight into them.” Cynthia didn’t hear the soft gasp leave her mouth, her mother’s own tightening to prevent her lip from quivering. “She was gone instantly. Her children too. Alan was a mess as you can imagine—drowning himself in alcohol daily until I stepped in….”

“Wake up, Alan!” Y/n’s palm met his cheek after knocking the bottle from his hand. “What is the matter with you? Is this how you want to die?” She gripped the labels of his stained dress shirt to make him look at her, voice rising with each word. “By wasting away like some goddamn bum when you could be living for them. By continuing on instead of disgracing yourself or their memory. Natasha could have done what you’re doing when Jake died. And she watched him go down, unable to do anything and hear his screams go quiet as he lost his battle with survival. How do you think she dealt with that? She had every reason to not go on. Let the grief consume her and become the shallow of the person you’re on your way toward. But she didn’t!” Y/n let her emotion release. “She went on—she lived for him! And built a life with you—and you may not believe it but Natasha did love you, Alan. Maybe not the way you wished, but she loved you and you are disgracing it by doing this to yourself! Honor her and your children by finding the strength to live for them. Because so help me God, Alan, I will not watch you waste whatever is left of your life like this. You will die alone with no one to show up when it comes time to be there. The choice is yours.”

“Did he?” Cynthia couldn’t help but ask, “Did he eventually learn to cope?”

“He did,” Y/n smiled. It was a genuine one to show she was happy her friend made it through his hard times. “Alan moved to London about a month after that visit. He wrote to us often, telling about his adventures in England and even traveling across the channel to France where he continued exploring Europe. In 1921 he met a nice woman and married. They had a son and permanently resided in London,” Y/n’s tone went lower, the smile slightly falling. “The letters stopped coming in 1943–during the Second War. I do not know to this day what happened to him. If the bombings claimed them or if he died of disease,” she sadly shrugs, “I only hope he was happy with his life. That despite losing Natasha and their kids he was able to find peace.”

“I’m sure he did,” Bradley finally enters the conversation, having been quiet for most of the time and only adding input during the moments Y/n wasn’t there for. Keeping his experience in the water after Titanic sunk short and limited. While he learned to accept what happened and cope with the grief of watching his friends die in front of him, Bradley still felt the open wound in his heart. “You stepping in is what saved him. Had you not said what you did that day, I confidently believe Alan wouldn’t have made it to the next year. Going to London saved him. All he needed was a strong push.”

A moment of silence passed between them before Cynthia broke it. “Do you think they’ll one day find her?” At the confused looks she received her voice went softer, “Titanic. Do you think she’ll ever be located?” She watched her parents take a sharp breath, like they had never thought of the idea.

“Well…” Y/n brought a hand to rub her shoulder, unconsciously moving it to touch her necklace. “I predict she’d be in the place where she sank, at the bottom of the Atlantic. Either in two pieces,” she winced, “or held together by whatever was able to withstand the pressure.”

“I’m sure if the government or whoever is that interested would be able to locate her,” Bradley comments, rubbing Y/n’s knuckles with his thumb. “But I don’t know if we’ll ever see it happen.”

The rest of the evening was filled with Cynthia hearing stories of her parents' lives before Titanic. Laughter fell between them as Bradley relayed the times he and his friends had gotten into trouble on occasion. Y/n talked about her adventures with Natasha while in college and how her father went from a working class man to one made of riches. How her brother was a mischievous child, playing pranks on the higher-class members who would say mean things about their family. Bradley spoke of Pete, his Godfather, and of his parents who were the reason he went to England in the first place in 1912 to fulfill a dream they once wished of.

When it came time to call it a night, Cynthia kissed her parents on the cheek and departed to her room, thanking them for everything and being open with her. Once in their room Y/n removed her necklace, admiring it like she always did before bed and placed it on its holding, letting her thumb run over the smooth surface. On his side Bradley unfastened his watch, placing it next to the framed sepia photo of Y/n from their official wedding day that took place in May of 1912. Next to it were other photos, some black and white, of them over the years after Titanic. Y/n in her graduation gown. Their daughters as children and teenagers, on their wedding days and the birth of their grandchildren.

Tucked into the covers, Y/n smiled at the feeling of Bradley placing a kiss on her forehead. “You okay, doll?”

“I’m good,” she answered, leaning up to press her lips to his jaw. “Are you?”

“I am. More than what I thought I’d be. But you know,” his hand goes to take hers. “Having been so many years and with you by my side every day since, It’s made it easier. When I think about that night I still feel some guilt, but I don’t let it control me. Now when I have so much to live for. You, our daughters and grandchildren. Them.” He didn’t have to say their names for her to know who he was referring to.

Reuben, Javy, Mickey, Bob, Jake, Natasha, her father, her brother.

They didn’t get to experience the lives they should’ve had. So in their place, Y/n and Bradley live everyday like it’s their last. Making it count so when they reunite with them they’ll have plenty of stories to share.

“Me too,” she whispers, curling into him so her head rested on his chest. The gentle beat of his heart filled her ears, bringing ease to the old woman as she drifted off to sleep. Echoing the words Bradley spoke to her the night they docked in New York.

“We go on. We go on for them.”

54 years later. April 2012.

Amelia stared at the pictures lining the wall, under the giant lettering that read First-Class. Hazel eyes drifting over each, reading the words inscribed on the plaques before moving to the next. When she landed on the one she searched for, her gaze turned soft. The black and white picture depicted the woman at a young age, the most eye-catching detail being the heart-shaped diamond around her neck. A moment later Amelia felt movement on either side of her.

“Is that her, Nana?” Her granddaughter, Melody, asked from her right. On her left was Melody’s mother, Amelia’s daughter, Y/n. Named after the woman on the plaque in front of them.

“It is, darling.” Together they read the writing detailing her grandmother’s fate following April 15th, 1912.

Y/n L/n: February 14, 1890 — December 1, 1985

Daughter of New York real estate developer, Y/f/n L/n and his wife Y/m/n L/n. Set sail from Southampton with her parents and younger brother.

Boarded Titanic at age 21.

Passed away at age 95.

Married third-class passenger Bradley Bradshaw aboard Titanic on April 15, 1912 as she sank. Graduated NYU May 1912. Moved to Virginia Beach, Virginia. Two daughters. Published romantic thrillers and a best-selling autobiography. Returned to Titanic wreckage site at age 95 in October 1985. Died from heart failure two months later.

“Wow,” Melody breathed, letting her eyes admire the beautiful woman in the photograph. Her great-great grandmother. When the idea of going to the Titanic museum on the 100th anniversary of the wreck came to her for her school project, Melody had no idea of her linkage to the disaster until the night before when her grandma Amelia said she had a confession to tell her. The whole night was spent sitting in their hotel room with Amelia relaying the story her grandmother Y/n told her when she was 12 before revealing the events of April 15th when she was 18.

Amelia’s own daughter, named after the woman who made a lasting impact on her life, hadn’t heard the tale either. She was just as shocked as Melody to learn her great-grandparents were on Titanic when she sank.

Originally Melody’s idea for her project was to discuss the impact on society the disaster made. But after hearing the story of how her great-great grandparents fell in love aboard the ship, married while it sank, and reunited on Carpathia and lived their lives in memory of the ones they lost, Melody shifted her idea, Focusing on how even when all hope seems to be lost, love finds a way to break through.

“She was beautiful.”

“She was. My grandpa said she was the most beautiful person aboard,” Amelia chuckled. “Though I think his best friend Jake would say otherwise.” Natasha, her grandmother's best friend, came to mind. Amelia takes a moment to point out Natasha’s plaque where they read her unfortunate fate. “It was love at first sight—as cliché as it sounds, but it’s the truth. Four days was all it took for my grandparents to fall in love. Waiting every detail in her diary. Marrying during the moment everyone was in a panic.” Together the three women stepped over to the opposite side of the wall where the third-class survivor plaques were. There Amelia found her grandfather’s handsome face near the top.

Bradley Bradshaw: June 10th, 1889 — September 5th, 1985

Traveled to New York from Southampton with his friends from childhood. Only one to survive after being pulled from the water having climbed onto driftwood after Titanic fully submerged.

Boarded Titanic at age 21.

Passed away at age 96.

Married first-class passenger Y/n L/n aboard Titanic on April 15, 1912 as she sank. Moved to Virginia Beach, Virginia. Two daughters. Became a fighter pilot for US Navy 1914. Drafted into First World War 1915. Died in his sleep four days after the wreckage of Titanic was discovered 1985.

Amelia’s smile was bittersweet, “My mother told me shortly after I learned the full story that she discovered their secret when she found her mother’s ticket tucked away in a box of newspaper clippings about the wreck. NOt too long later my grandmother shared with her the diary detailing her first-hand experiences on Titanic. The night they told her was the first time they had told the story from start to finish—telling it once again the night my grandmother shared with my sister and I how they met. Only she left out the details of that night for the sake we were too young to understand,” Amelia paused, her gaze still on her grandfather’s image. “They told us the rest when I was eighteen. After that, I don’t think I ever heard them mention Titanic until the news broke out that the shipwreck had been discovered. Four days later, my grandfather died in his sleep. His heart just stopped,” Amelia went quiet after adding. “It was like he was waiting.”

Though quiet the entire time, Amerlia’s daughter Y/n was deep in thought. Thinking back to her childhood and the short ten years she got to spend with her great-grandparents. Having been named after Y/n, they two shared a connection and even got the chance to wear the beautiful diamond necklace she always had around her neck. Little Y/n had been shielded from the media attention the family was receiving in the months after Titanic’s discovery. First the death of Bradley, then the elderly Y/n went on a secret trip she had no idea was about. Ending the year by attending her funeral that winter.

Knowing what she did now, Y/n understood why her family reacted a certain way whenever the famous ship was ever mentioned in conversation.

Melody read over the information, frowning slightly. “Do you think she died of a broken heart? Your grandma?”

“Oh I’m certain,” Amelia traveled back a few paces to see Y/n’s plaque. Careful to not bump into other guests in the exhibit. The significance of the day brought many visitors to the museum.

“Being with someone for seventy-four years..how could she go on? My mother feared the journey to the wreck site would kill her, but my grandmother was adamant she’d go. She and my grandfather never believed they’d be alive to witness the ship be located. With his death four days after, my grandmother fulfilled an unspoken promise between them. So she went with my mother and aunt—ninety five years old remember, and saw the waters one last time. One thing you should know is my grandmother never crossed the Atlantic again after 1912. My grandfather did, because of the war, but I think Y/n was waiting until Titanic was located to travel the sea again. A part of her soul was left behind that night—losing the father she adored and her brother. Then you had my grandfather’s best friends.” She took another pause, hands moving to her pockets where she felt the leather bound diary.

Y/n’s diary.

The one she wrote in her will that was to be donated to the Titanic museum on April 15, 2012. Exactly 100 years to the day that the ship of dreams became one with the sea.

“Going to the site filled that final gaping hole in her. But the loss of her true love was too much for my grandmother. And so she passed in her sleep exactly three months to the day after Titanic was found.” Amelia removed the book from her pocket, hand softly touching the rough and dated surface of the leather. “Leaving me with this to fulfill some of her last wishes.”

“Is that…..” Melody leaned closer, her mother doing the same. Both were staring at the book with wonder and awe.

“Her diary,” the older woman confirmed their suspicions. “She wished for it to be donated here on the centennial anniversary,” Amelia gave her granddaughter a look, “I didn’t plan for you wanting to come here when I made sure to fulfill the promise. Having you two here is a bonus—especially now that you know everything.” Amelia could see in their eyes they were practically itching to open the book, wanting to see the contents that laid within.

Moving to a bench in the corner away from prying eyes, Amelia motioned for them to sit on either side of her. “The museum director is expecting me once we finish here so I must be careful with this. For preservation reasons, I’ll be the one to hold and turn the pages, but I’d love to share with you her words. And I know she would want the same,” glancing at the women, she received eager nods. “Alrighty then.”

Opening the cover, their eyes met the cursive writing that belonged to Amelia’s grandmother, her name in bold cursive, Y/n L/n. Amelia gently turned to the first page, dated one month before Titanic sailed on her maiden voyage.

“Monday, March 10, 1912. Father has come home with the news of his invitation to a conference in London next month. Not only has he informed my mother and I of his wishes for us to join him, but also he has purchased tickets for the White Star Line’s new vessel expected to set sail one month from today. They are calling her, Titanic…”

As Amerlia read off the words of her grandmother one last time, she wondered if her grandparents were back on the ship of dreams with their friends and family. Crossing the Atlantic in a place where time and space ceased to exist. Only the open ocean and the beautiful skies. Where Bradley was chasing a giggling Y/n down the corridors. Where Natasha got to live the life she dreamed with Jake. Their friends with them and Y/n’s family together at last.

It was a long wait full of patience. One seventy-four years in the making.

But as Y/n took her last breath on the night of December 1st, 1985, she was young and full of life, wearing the Heart of the Ocean as she ran to board the ship about to sail for a journey that would never end. Coming to the platform where a young Bradley stood, a spitting image of what he looked like the first time she laid eyes on him, his hand out for her to take. Behind him were the smiling faces of her family and friends—some of whom she hadn’t seen in seventy years, with the passengers of Titanic on the decks above. A beaming Natasha holding Jake’s hand, waving to Y/n as her children peeked from behind her legs.

Y/n locked eyes on her husband. The soulmate she had been without for three months. No words were spoken. Conversing everything they wanted to say in just the one look.

‘We’ve been waiting for ya, doll.’

‘I had to do something first.’

‘We know,’ a silent nod passes. ‘We were there with you.’ Gesturing his head to the ship as if to say, ‘You ready?’ Bradley stepped forward, hand still out for Y/n to take. Not even hesitating, Y/n grasped his warm palm in his, the feeling all too familiar as a spark of life shot through her chest.

Boarding Titanic together for the first and final time.

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[twice-inamillion]

First Day in Osaka

Fluff, Smut (Handjob, penetration, creampie)

Chapter 174

It’s the first day of the Japan Dome Tour in the city of Osaka, Japan. The members are excited to be back on stage together as a group for the first time in a while.

It’s two hours before the concert starts, the members are really excited for the concert to begin. Some of them are rest or eating before going on to do sound check. You on the other hand are working tirelessly to make sure that the first day of the tour goes well.

Jihyo is FaceTiming her parents on her phone, sitting in the corner of the break room. “We’re so proud of you, Jihyo. You’re finally able to go back on stage like” says her mom. “Yes, I’m really happy but at the same time I’m a bit nervous.” Jihyo’s mom tries to reassure her that she will do very well and to not focus on anything else but trying her best for her fans. As Jihyo’s mom is talking Jihyo notices a small shadow waddling across the room. “Jisoo, my princes. Is that you?” Hearing her mother’s voice Jisoo rushes to her grandmother and gets picked up. “Let’s wish your mommy the best of luck, okay?” Jisoo lifts her arm and says “eomma!” “Are you wishing me good luck, Jisoo?” Jisoo with a large smile on her face begins to giggle and kisses the phone screen. “Make sure that you listen to your grandma and grandpa okay? Be a good girl, Jisoo. With a large smile she goes straight for a hug to her grandma and waves goodbye.

“Are you going to call your girls, Mina?” asks Jihyo. “I already did. My mom said that they were taking them to the park and get some fresh air.” “It’s nice to see that your parents are having some quality time with their grandchildren” says Jihyo. “Yes, when I told them about the Japan tour they automatically asked me if I could bring the twins over so they could see them.”

Dahyun walks towards Jihyo and Mina who are talking and says, “I want to thank your parents at they are able to watch over Dauen.” “It’s no problem, they were more than happy to take care of her. They actually missed having children around, since my brother and I aren’t at home anymore they tend to feel lonely in an empty house.”

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It is time for sound check and the members are making sure that their mics are working correctly and that the sound in the arena is optimal for tonight’s show. You go back and forth from the front of the stage to the back, relying on crucial information and make sure that tonight goes well.

Jihyo sees how stressed you look during soundcheck and when its is done, pulls you to the side. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, just a bit tired that’s all. I want to make sure that tonight’s show is perfect for Twice and Once.” “You really care how this show goes huh. Maybe I can help you out a little” as she pulls you into the Twice break room. She pushes you into one of the fitting rooms and begins to zip down your fly, puts her hand inside and digs around through your underwear. She pulls out your limp cock and begins to move her hand slowly, awakening your cock from its slumber.

Both of you don’t say a word as Jihyo jerks you off. She looks directly into your eyes, staring at your soul as she pleasures you. Watching you enjoy her hand is a gift to her, knowing that she can take care of your needs. The intensity of the strokes increase as time passes. When she finally sees your eyes tremble she knows that your ready to cum so she increases the pace. Your eyes begin to roll back as you’re ready to cum so she makes the choice to collect her cum with her mouth.

Jihyo lowers herself and opens her mouth in O shape, connects the tip of your cock to her lips. She begins to suck the tip of your cock like a lollipop, causing you to release your cum. A large wave of cum flow pass her lips and into the mouth, making sure that none of it spills. As she drinks your seed you see that Jihyo is still looking directly at you and nothing eye. You can tell that she has total control of the situation and that she owns you. You see as her throat flexes, swallowing your seed as it goes down her esophagus and into her stomach.

Knowing that you have emptied out your tank she stands up, opens her mouth and shows you the remaining of your cum. She tilts her head and see it go down and opens her mouth again, showing you that she swallowed it all. Placing her hand on your cheek she says, “we’re here to support one another. We’re family. Don’t hesitate to lean on us, okay?” You nod your head, letting her know that you understand. “Also, I’m going to need your help with the rest of the members, okay? So make sure that they do their best during this tour.”

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The first concert of the Japan Dome Tour begins and the members give it their all. With enthusiasm they begin their act. The first act consists of the songs “One More Time, Luv Me, Like Ohh-ahh.”

They move on to their second act and the third until they finally get a small break. The members are catching their breath and regaining their energy back. Momo on the other hand is unfazed and looks at you as you stand in the room.

Momo walks towards you, grabs your hand pulls you, “Come with me.” She walks you into one of the restrooms that the break rooms has and pushes you into one of the stalls. “I need a bit of a pick me up to continue with the show.” You remember what Jihyo said earlier about “needing your help with the members” so you don’t complain.

You and Momo begin to undress yourself really quick and not waste anytime. She hangs your pants and her shorts on the hook before getting on top of you. Sitting in one of the stalls you see as Momo aligns your cock to her entrance. She impales herself as she holds on to the walls of the stall. You grab her hips and she begins to ride you cowgirl style.

Momo’s tight walls grip onto your cock and she rides you violently, not wanting to waste any time. You see the the faster she rides you the more you can see the bulge on her stomach as you cock hits her womb. She tries to cover her mouth as she moans out your name. You know that this is a way for the members to destress but you can’t lie top yourself and say that you don’t enjoy it as well.

After some more intense riding Momo let’s you know what she’s about to cum. You make her get off of your and you pick her up from behind. You now have her in a reverse stand and carry position. “You can cum now” you command her. She fingers herself a bit more and she squirts a large stream into the toilet. “Don’t let it get on the floor” you say. She shakes violently during her orgasm but you’re ready to cum. After her twitching lessens you warn her “I’m going to cum.” With a shaky voice she whispers, “cum inside, its safe.” No other words are need.

Your tries to find her entrance as you cant see it since you’re in a reverse stand and carry position. After poking around your cock finds Momo’s entrances and you impale yourself inside. Momo grunts as she feels your hard and thick cock stab her insides. Her womb and walls hold your cock tightly, signaling your that its ready for your cum. A large wave of cum floods her womb and you see Momo blush and twitch from pleasure.

Not wanting to waste any more time you tell Momo what she’s going to need to hurry up from the next act. She hesitantly gets off and stands tall on the toilet stall, cum dripping into the water. She then steps down and you hand her her underwear and safety shorts, doesn’t even wipe the cum that is dripping down her thighs.

Momo rushes out of the bathroom and goes to the clothes rack to change her outfit. She gets ready for Act 3 and the song Candy Pop. The members rush back to the stage and see as Momo’s safety shorts damp from your cum and some small bits down her thigh.

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You watch as Momo dances to the music with lots of passion, encouraging her members to do the same.

The first concert in Osaka ends perfectly and all the members have a large smile on their face.

“We really did good out there girls. Let’s keep it up like that for the next shows” says jihyo.

“Yes!!” shout the rest of the members as they walk to the break room to rest.

Momo walks by you and whispers, “ I can still feel your cum in my womb.” With a smile on her face she begins to walk faster, catching up to the rest of her members.

Previous Chapter 173.5

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[sophiebernadotte]

I would love to know more about your thoughts on the Danish Royal Family. Is it that you dont like Margrethe or Fred or you are neutral?

I'm not sure what prompted this but thank you for the ask, nonnie! The easy answer is that I'm Swedish & it's in the DNA of Swedes & Danes to hate one another. There, ask answered!

Okay, no, to be serious. There is this joke amongst the Nordic countries (Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark, Åland, Iceland, Faroe Islands & Greenland) that Denmark is the USA of the Nordics & among the Scandinavian royals (Sweden, Norway & Denmark), the Danish have always been my least favourites. I'll post a deeper discussion around my thoughts under the cut & people; remember that these are my personal opinions. I'm not talking facts or trying to be objective here.

Not just the fact that they've done some questionable things (the same could be said for many of the European royals), but it has always struck me weird how borderline worshipped the Danish royals are - especially Margrethe & Mary. It reminds me a bit of the stan culture around some singers & bands where the fans don't simply like the person; they adore them & to the level where you're not even allowed to criticise the person. Then we have Margrethe's approval rating - in a democratic country (Denmark) & its territories (Greenland & Faroe Islands), there is no way someone can continuously have around 80% or higher approval rating.

Up to 2022, I didn't necessarily dislike them & I had no personal issue with Margrethe. The Danish royals weren't my cup of tea, but I found Margrethe very cool as a person & I still do to some extent. There was this public narrative of Frederik, the golden boy, Mary, who could do nothing wrong & Joachim having difficulty finding his role & purpose in the family. As someone who has grown up with Nordic tabloid culture, I assumed it was a Victoria vs. Madeleine situation where the tabloids make a hen out of a feather & try to create drama where there is none. Then that statement around the titles of Joachim's children was published & all the puzzle pieces came together for me...

Now I've seen a lot of people here on Tumblr point towards Nikolai & claim it's all his fault. But that guy has been working as a model under the name of Prince Nikolai since at least 2018. Maybe even earlier, I can't remember. But anyway, the only time his grandma told him off was when he was doing ad work for some car brand & used his royal title. If his modelling career was the problem, Margrethe would have done something years ago & not suddenly, out of the blue, make a decision in autumn 2022.

No, for me, the puzzle pieces all fell together. Joachim struggling to find his place within the Royal House & no one really helping him carve out a position for himself; it being public knowledge that Margrethe favoured his first wife; Marie saying that it wasn't her or Joachim's choice to move to Paris & they weren't happy about it; Marie being painted as the bitter step-mother who wouldn't allow Nikolai & Felix to be with their father & instead, they were kept close to their grandmother; & yeah, the car crash that was Margrethe stripping Joachim's children of their titles a.k.a. she legally changed her grandchildren's names behind their backs without talking to them about it. These are just some instances from the last couple of years that were at the top of my mind.

I've mentioned it in messages to @cambridgemadness @lizisanamimal & @world-of-wales (maybe other people as well, sorry if I forgot to mention you), but to me, it feels very much like Margrethe favouring one son over the other & also doing everything she can to coddle him. It's not just the Nordic tabloids pitting family members against one another. It's very much based on Margrethe's behaviour & her leadership.

#danish royal family #queen margrethe ii #anon: so what do you think about margrethe and frederik #me: here is all the reason why I'm bitter over joachim's treatment #sorry for the rant #does this even answer the question? #I wouldn't say I actively dislike them it's more low-key dislike and I don't really care for them as much as I care for other royals #saga.txt

[davekat-sucks]

Okay, this is a VERY stupid question that came to me because of that weird Tavros/Harry/Vrissy relationship from Homestuck 2 and I'm really embarrassed to ask it. So correct me if I'm wrong please because it's been a while since I read Homestuck, we know that John and Jade are the ectobiological children of Jake and Jane and that both pre/post scratch Jake and Jane have a family relationship with Condesce/Betty Crocker (Nanna and Grandpa Harley being raised by Condesce as adopted siblings, Jake and Jane being adopted great-great-grandchildren of Condesce via Poppop and Grandma Harley). So getting straight to the point, can I consider John, Jade and Tavros Crocker as let's say """"""incest babies"""""? (My god this sounds so awful) I know Jake and Jane are NOT biologically related, but in both pre/post scratch versions they belong to the same family (Nanna/Grandpa as siblings and Jane Crocker and Jake English as "cousins") So Jane in Homestuck 2 technically married a relative????????? I'm so confused Jesus.

(just an addendum, I'm not a proshipper, fictional incest makes me uncomfortable) Sorry for the stupid question DX

It's alright. But yeah, technically through ectobiology, each of the characters, even separate groups like Beta and Alpha, have some being technically related to one another. For example Dirk & Roxy and Dave & Rose, they are all brothers and sisters in that sense, but at the same time, they are also like a father and mother to the other party (Dave would be Dirk's father as Rose would be Roxy's. Roxy would be Rose's mother and Dirk being the father). The same applies to John, Jade, Jake, and Jane. But yeah, Jane would technically be married to her relative, Jake. Even if they were raised by separate people like Dad Crocker, Poppop, and Grandma Harley, both Poppop and Grandma Harley are part of the ectobiology pool that would help create both Jake and Jane. So yes, them and Tavros Crocker would be incest babies. When you think about the creation of the Homestuck kids being made through ectobiology, they would technically be all related since they were born at the same time. Though it looks like the ghost slime imprints separate each base copy, it doesn't deny the fact that the machine goes through it to create the kids we know and love and appear simultaneously.

But that's if you wanna say they count the minute they were all born at the same time on that meteor or if it doesn't count since the DNA slime didn't technically touch each other to call it incestuous slurry. It's not like with trolls and their reproduction method, which is confirmed to be incestuous slurry themselves and they admit that incest on their planet is definitely okay. Which makes all trolls we know and love, inbred aliens. This applies to fantrolls too unless stated by their creator they they were born through other means. And since trolls live on Earth C, where they still born through incestuous slurry thanks to Mother Grub, incest for trolls and technically for humans and Carapacians, is allowed on Earth C. Because it wouldn't be fair if trolls are the only ones who get to fuck with their brother/sister/cousin. And when you think about the reproduction of humans that had been through ectobiology, as seen in Credits, Earth C would also be technically started out as incest since those babies would also need to grow up and then reproduce through natural means. And by looking at the kids, there is a chance one of them is a mix of incest in some way. Like one of them being a John/Jade baby, a Dave/Rose one, etc.

I can't expect Homestuck 2 or Homestuck Beyond Canon try to claim that the rest of humanity would use ectobiology as a means to make a baby instead of the usual method. Because then it would bring a question on why hasn't there been a hybrid human+troll kind. DNA compatibility between other species has never been brought up. But nu-fans of Homestuck don't think too deep about it and WhatPumpkin/Hussie doesn't WANT you to think deeper about it either. Even now, the motto for it is "DON'T THINK ABOUT IT". Homestuck is already confusing as fuck even with the plot holes still there.

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[acquariusgb]

Billary fic drabble advent calendar. Day 4

Day 4: Snowball fighting

Winter 2022

On that Saturday in December, Chelsea and Marc had to spend the day away so Hillary and Bill were on grandparents’ duty. The two parents drove down to Chappaqua, to her parents' house. It had snowed in the past few days but luckily the roads were clean. 

 Chelsea helped Jasper to take his jacket off. "You all be good for Grandma and Pop pop, okay? Daddy and I will come and pick you up tomorrow morning." 

Marc in the meanwhile passed Bill the overnight bag with everything kids would need for the overnight stay.

"Don't worry." Bill smiled at her.

"Dad, all three of them can be quite a handful." She trusted her parents but she was second guessing her decision to leave all three kids with them. Now that they were growing up, they were full of energy and her parents were getting older. Especially her father who seemed to tire more easily since his health scare and stay at the hospital. And her mother would frequently have more backaches.

He kissed his daughter's cheek. "Your mother and I will be fine." He assured her. "It's not like we don't have a house full of people to rely on. You and Marc do what you have to do."

With the last kisses and good-byes, Marc laid a hand on her wife's back and guided her towards the car. 

"So," Bill took Jasper's hand as Oscar brought the bag up to the kids' room. "What do we want to do first?"

"How about a walk?" Hillary suggested. 

Charlotte and Aidan agreed enthusiastically. They loved playing in the snow and there weren't a lot of opportunities in NYC. 

With the snow boots and thick jackets on, they walked towards the backyard followed by a few agents. They decided not to go right up to the woods where the path might have been slippery, but to walk on their properties between their two houses. 

Charlotte and Aidan were running in front of them, jumping in the soft snow and making snow angels every now and again while Hillary and Bill were walking steadily with Jasper between them as he held to both her hands. He would sometimes swing between them as the two grandparents held on with some difficulties. The tall toddler was getting heavier and heavier. 

Suddenly, Bill felt something hit his arm. "What the h…" he stopped his curse when Hillary reprimanded him.

He looked around and he saw his two older grandchildren snickering while trying to hide behind a bush.

“Oh…” he let go of Jasper’s hand and bent down to gather some snow. “Now it’s war.” He smirked and threw the snowball which landed near the kids. 

And so the battle was on: Charlotte and Aidan on one side and Bill on the other. Jasper was feeling a bit left out and he tried to make a snowball and threw it towards his Pop pop but it barely reached him. 

“Let me show you how it’s done, sweetheart.” Hillary made a ball with the snow. “You have to make sure you hit the skin.” And she threw it towards Bill hitting his neck and he jumped with the cold.

He turned around and saw Hillary’s smug. “Oh, that's how you put it.” He slowly approached her.

“Bill…” she took a few steps back.

With his long strides he was on her in seconds and he touched her skin under her chin with his cold hands and Hillary shrieked, as the children laughed while watching them. He then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

“Your lips are cold too.” She swatted his arm. 

He laughed and pecked her lips.

They decided to go back to the house, get dried and change out of their wet clothes. By the time the three kids were in bed, Bill and Hillary were exhausted.

Bill groaned in pain as he sat down on the sofa. “Tell me again why we agreed to it.”

Hillary chuckled as she sat next to him and curled up against his chest. “Because we love our grandkids.”

“Yeah… but I wish we were younger.” He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

“Well, you should have remembered that before you decided to start a snowball battle.” She patted his stomach. 

“My back will be feeling it for days.” 

But they both knew they wouldn’t have traded the day and the memories created with anything in the world.

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[the-himawari]

A3! Promotion Event Translation - Haunted Western-style House (3/9)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Tsumugi: Masumi-kun, you volunteered to be part of the next “VELUDO”, was that right?

Masumi: I told Director I wanted to do it since she said it’s going to be a special feature on that Horror House. Also, it looks like we’ll get to visit the Horror House… I have to go there and figure out if she likes it.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I see. Director will be going with us that day, so it will be great to hear her thoughts about the Horror House.

Masumi: Right. And another reason is… grandma was happy the last time I appeared on the cover of “VELUDO”.

Tsumugi: Ah… I know what you mean.

Masumi: So your grandma felt the same way?

Tsumugi: Yes. She was thrilled the last time I appeared on the cover of “VELUDO”.

Masumi: Same here.

Tsumugi: They must be happy to seeing their grandchildren’s work.

Masumi: I guess so. …Ah.

Tsumugi: Hm?

Masumi: That reminds me, I heard you also volunteered this time.

Tsumugi: That’s right, just like you. I happened to hear a lot about that western-style house, so it piqued my interest. Plus, I heard that we’re not just doing the photoshoot, we also get to help out at the Horror House.

Masumi: Hm…

Tsumugi: It looks like Kazu-kun and Kumon-kun also decided to participate as volunteers. And Tsuzuru-kun too, I think?

Masumi: Tsuzuru said he was dragged by Kazunari.

Tsumugi: Ah, that’s what happened. I heard Juza-kun ended up joining in the photoshoot at Kumon-kun’s request.

Masumi: I see…

Tsumugi: Masumi-kun, let’s do our best in the photoshoot and as helpers.

Masumi: Of course. I’ll give it my all for her.

-pause-

Kumon: Director, we’re done getting ready!

Izumi: Ah, all of your are finished with your costumes and makeup already.

VELUDO editor: That was faster than I expected.

Photoshoot staff: Sorry, we’re still getting setup here so please sit tight for a minute.

Izumi: No problem.

Masumi: Director, how does my outfit look?

Izumi: Great. It really suits you.

Masumi: I’m happy you like this costume.

Kazunari: It’s totes unfair Massu’s the only one! Hype me up too, Director-chan!

Masumi: Me and Director are talking. Don’t interrupt us.

Tsumugi: Ahaha…

Tsuzuru: Good grief… They’re noisy as usual.

Kumon: Nii-chan, you look awesome in that outfit!

Juza: You think so? Thanks.

Kumon: Yeah! Hey, hey, how do I look?

Juza: You look great. Your hairstyle’s different than usual, so it’s a different look for you.

Horror house staff: Usui-san, Tsukioka-san, and Hyodo Kumon-san’s costumes are the same as our actual guide staff members.

Tsumugi: Oh, the guide staff actually wear these outfits?

Horror house staff: Yes. You see, the guide staff are set up as the mansion's butlers.

Tsumugi: That type of setting sounds interesting for sure.

Kumon: Yeah, that sounds super fun!

Izumi: The vibe is spot on. I’m sure the visitors will enjoy just getting to look at the staff members.

Masumi: You’re the only one I work for.

Izumi: All of you are butlers who serve the owner of the western-style mansion, okay!

Tsuzuru: In that case, do our costumes also have some sort of setting?

Horror house staff: Hm, well… Miyoshi-san, Minagi-san and Hyodo Juza-san’s costumes resemble the ghosts of the mansion.

Masumi: (Ghosts…? The Horror House has ghosts that look like this?)

Horror house staff: Each of you are the owner of the home, the stableboy, and the gardener.

Kazunari: A ghost and owner of the house! That’s hype af~!

Masumi: Kazunari is the home’s owner…?

Tsumugi: So I suppose that means Kazu-kun is the one we’re working for?

Masumi: …

Kazunari: Huh? Is it just me or does Massu look super reluctant!?

Masumi: …No, I don’t. That’s just the setting.

Kazunari: Great then~! We’re master and butler, so let’s snuggle up and take selfie together?

Masumi: Hell no.

Juza: I’m the gardener, huh… I see.

Kumon: What’s a stableboy?

Tsuzuru: That’s the person who takes care of the horses.

Kumon: Ooh, good to know!

Tsumugi: Is this the same makeup that the actual guide staff apply?

VELUDO editor: No, your makeup today was specially applied to pop in the photos. The Horror House staff members don’t wear makeup.

Izumi: Ah, that makes sense.

Horror house staff: Applying elaborate makeup every time would be pretty tough...

Izumi: Right, I think so too.

Photoshoot staff: We’re done with our preparations, so let’s start the shoot!

VELUDO editor: Alright, we’ll be counting on all of you today.

All members: We’re looking forward to it!

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[unhingedhearties]

Christmas Is A Time To Spread Love & Joy While Spending Time With Your Families

¡Feliz Navidad! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and had fun with your family and friends. Hey, I wonder how the most unhinged When Calls The Heart fans spent their Christmas?

You can't tell because it's a still image, but Erin Krakow's post is a video of her doing a silly dance because her character is wearing pants for the first time. And God forbid a woman do anything. foxyinspiration, the person who habitually refers to Erin as a "female producer" instead of just a producer when leaving degrading comments, spent their Christmas Eve not surrounded by loved ones, but leaving comments on the Instagram of a woman they've never met before belittling the fun she was having. To no one's surprise, the account is set to private. janiceperry976 says even the children act better than this (this being a silly dance). I'm assuming they mean the child actors on the show who's social media is most likely controlled by their parents so they're not just posting anything. I guess janiceperry976 is saying that they closely watch the social media pages of several young children. jennifermay63, not one to let a major family focused holiday prevent her from posting one of her regular bitter and angry posts, lets Erin know that her silly pants dance is more proof that she had a hand in "ruining" the show. Imagine your family has gathered together for dinner on Christmas Eve. The tree is lit, children are playing, the adults are laughing and catching up. The food is ready and pulled from the oven and on to the table. Everyone sits down and joins hands before saying grace. But wait, Grandma isn't there! Where could she be? The grandchildren tried to talk to her, but she told them to leave her alone because she was busy. She's ignored the entire family all day, but still she should be there for dinner. You get up to look and find her sitting on the couch. A scowl etched permanently onto her decrepit face. Her half rotted skin stuck to the cushion, yearning for the grave she probably should have been placed in a few years earlier if not for the spite that keeps her alive. Her ghoulish hands furiously typing on her phone. You ask her to join the rest of the family for Christmas dinner but she yells at you to wait until she's done. She's busy telling a woman she's never met that she's revolting. This woman that grandma is hurling insults at is on her phone screen doing a silly dance to music. Nah, I'm just kidding, jennifermay63's family probably went No Contact years ago. I wonder how Robert John Bar- I mean TeamE83Liz spent Christmas.

...well, that's an unsettling message. But what could she mean by "Don't do anything stupid & that you'll regret!"?

"I'm worried she'll do something that ruins MY life. Me. The main character (oh yeah, and her life to)." In case you can't decipher lunatic speak, I believe she means she's worried that Erin will keep having SEX with her boyfriend and possibly marry or have a child with him, probably not in that order. And some how this will ruin the middle-aged TeamE83Liz's life. It's made her so miserable that apparently her family has commented on it. I wish TeamE83Liz would be brave and tells us what word she means when she says "blank". I know it's some misogynistic word like slut or whore, but I'm curious which one she means. "Life sucks. I hate him. Merry Christmas."

Her life was ruined because she learned that actors are not the imaginary characters they play on TV and actually have their own lives and relationships. How does this 40 year-old (I'm going to guess that 83 in her name is her birth year) woman handle actors who aren't type cast and plays characters that are vastly different from each other?

"that ugly thing". You know, dehumanizing language is the first step before convincing yourself that it's okay to cause harm to someone. Just sayin'. Merry Christmas. Get some mental help.

#when calls the heart #wcth #lucabeth #unhinged fans #hallmark #hearties #fandom drama

[allthewritem0ves]

Episode Six: Grandma-nipulation

After dinner

In that huge yet not so homely manor

Where Guy, E.B. and Junior heard Michellee

In her sorrow, feeling no less sadder than her

Michellee closed herself off in the bathroom to bawl. Guy Jr., not used to seeing his mother so sad, began to cry too. Since Guy was preoccupied with packing his and Michellee’s suitcase, E.B. comforted her brother.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Guy groaned. “Rose, don’t even think-” He stopped when he noticed that it was Todd on the other side of the door. “Oh. Sorry, Todd.”

“It’s alright, Guy. May I come in, please?”

He looks behind himself at the kids. He could still hear Michellee crying in the latrine.

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“If you’re looking for trouble, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Yeah!”, exclaimed E.B., standing next to Guy.

“Please. I really don’t want trouble. You have my word.”

“Well, it’s not like I know you that personally”, Guy mutters to himself. “Alright. Come in.” He opens the door all the way, allowing Todd to walk in.

He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. “Hey, Michellee?”

“Please, Todd, I don’t want trouble”, she said on the other side.

“Me neither. I just want to talk.”

“About what?”

“Your mother.”

“Yeah…no.”

The last thing she wanted to discuss

Was that deplorable old lady

Especially after she insulted her husband

And other things…she did before…

Yeah, I know it doesn’t rhyme, but just keep that in mind, okay? It’s the writer’s request.

“What? She wants to apologize? Then she’d better do it herself!”, Guy remarked snarkily.

Todd didn’t reply to that. Instead he pleaded to Michellee to open the door.

Then he looked at the other three and asked, “Could I speak to Michellee in private?”

“And why do you want to do that?”

“It’s…sort of a secret.”

“Well, we’re family. We don’t keep secrets.”

“But this one, me and Michellee have to keep our lips sealed.”

“Really? What’s she got to tell you, her ex, that she can’t tell me, her husband!?”, Guy asked angrily.

“There’s just…somethings even those we love can’t know. If you knew what it was, you’d be begging to forget about it.”

Guy opened his mouth to say something, but held his tongue.

Whatever did Todd

Mean by that?

What’s he hiding?

It better not be something tat

“Come on, kids.” And he led E.B. and Junior out of the bedroom into theirs.

——

Guy kept E.B. and Junior company for an hour while Michellee and Tood talked. At this point, the three of them were starting to get restless. But just as Guy was about to leave the room and check on his wife, she opened the door, the fur underneath her eyes clumped together with dried tears.

“Michellee! Everything alright?”, Guy asked her.

She didn’t say anything. Instead, she hugged him.

“You still want to go home?”, he asked again.

“No”, she said softly. “I think we’ll stay ‘til tomorrow evening. For Daddy’s sake.”

“And what about your mother? Is she gonna be a pest anymore?”

“Todd said he’d talk to her. Let’s just hope the outcome is favorable to us.”

Junior slipped off the bed and ran over to his mother and hugged her knees. “I wuv you, Mom.”

“I love you too, son.” She looks over at E.B. “You feeling any better, sweetie?”

“Yeah, Mom. Just tired.”

“Come to think of it, I could use forty winks myself”, Guy agreed.

“Yes, we do”, said Rose at the door.

Ugh! Her again?

Why won’t she just leave them alone?!

…whatever. Let’s see what

She has to say, possibly (not likely) to atone

“What do you want, Mother?”, Michellee questions with tranquil fury.

“Oh, nothing. Just saying good night to my daughter and my grandchildren and… Guy.” She quickly looked him up and down.

Guy didn’t say anything. Then again, before he could, Michellee led him to their bedroom.

Oh, Michellee

That wasn’t a smart thing to do

For Rose has a trick up her sleeve

If she only knew

Rose closed the door behind her.

“Hi, Gwamma”, Junior greeted.

“Hel-lo, Junior”, she greeted back, bending down to be eye level with him. Then she picked him up and set him on the bed. E.B. sat on the other side with her back to the door.

“Hello, Elanabeth.”

“Hi, Grandma”, she says quickly.

“Will you look at me, sweetie?”

“Why should I? I didn’t like the way you treated Guy earlier.” She bit her trembling lip, the memory of calling him a “smuntz” and a “terrible father” suddenly invading her mind as if Rose dug it up from the deepest trenches of her psyche.

“Oh, that? Please, he was wasting our valuable dinner time with his stupid toast. Todd’s was the only one we needed to hear.”

“Still, he was just trying to say something nice to you and Grandpa. Why can’t you be nice like him?”

“I can be. I was just mad because the food went cold.”

E.B. didn’t dignify that statement with a response. She instead scoffed and shook her head.

“Pighead says what”, the girl muttered.

“What?”, Rose asked.

“Exactly.”

“Well, I know what will make you happy.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“You’ll have to wait until morning to see.”

Junior, in the meantime, was looking back and forth like he was watching the most intense tennis match of all time.

Rose took note of her grandson’s curiosity. She smirked.

Oh no!

Rose, don’t you dare!

He’s just a kid!

He’s not prepared!

Since E.B. still had her back to her, it was easy for Rose to pick Junior up and leave the room. Once outside, she began to talk. She held Junior by his armpits to keep him eye level.

“I know she’ll talk eventually; I got a little surprise for her in the morning. But you, Guy Jr.”, she said his name with particular disgust, “you like talking to Grandma, don’t you?”

“I wuv Nana more”, the one-year-old said.

Rose pretended not to be offended. “Who’s Nana? Your other grandma? No, I’m the only grandma you need. Also, what’s with your name?”

“My mom and dad picked it for me.”

“Maybe, but your parents can be dumb sometimes. Especially your mother.”

Junior just blinks.

“Hope that didn’t pass down to you”, the old lady remarks. “Can you do a little thing for me, kiddo?”

“What?”

“Whenever your parents want you to do something, don’t. You’re not obligated to do what they say.”

“What’s obli- Oblig-? I don’t know that word.”

“Only because your parents passed on their stupidity to you. I’ll make sure you and your sister don’t end up stupid.”

“I’m not stupid, Gwandma.”

“Uh-huh. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

——

Ugh! That Rose Weebie!

She’s so lucky I don’t have a physical form!

(someone whispers off to the side)

What? You're probably thinking it too!

(more whispering)

Ok, let’s get back on track

(clears throat)

As Rose continued…

“Lecturing” the boy

E.B. was trying to decide who to dial:

Sam and Gluntz or Looka, the one who brings her joy

E.B. typed the seven digits to Sam and Gluntz’s house. She wasn’t quite ready to talk to Looka just yet.

“Hello, E.B.!”, Gluntz greeted on the other end.

“Hi, Gluntz. How’s everything going?”

“Stupendously! How’re you liking your grandparents house?”

“Sam told you, huh?”

“He did! But, seriously, what’s it like? Is it huge? Fancy? Divine?”

“Pretty much.”

“You don’t sound happy about it. What’s wrong?”

“It’s my grandma. She’s a real smuntz.”

“Elanabeth! Don’t say words like that!”

“C’mon! I’m almost fourteen! I’m not gonna be a child forever!”

“Maybe, but you're still just a kid and you shouldn’t be saying anything like that. Makes your parents look irresponsible!”

E.B. chuckles. “Since when did you become so motherly?”

“Five months ago, when my little girl was born.”

She chuckles again. “Oh! How is Molly, by the way?”

“She’s doing great! Although, she really misses you guys, especially Junior.”

“Yeah… Is Sam there?”

“Uh, no, not right now. He and Mellie went with Pam and Grinch to the agency. Meanwhile, the rest of us are at the house, getting ready for the baby’s arrival.”

That last part caught E.B. by surprise. Her eyes widened, her nervous system firing all at once. “Baby? Pam’s having a baby?”

“Ehh…sort of. If adoption counts.”

“‘Course it counts! Now you’re about to have another future brother or sister-in-law!” E.B. could almost see Gluntz flip her ear back in confidence.

“Yep! Oh! Oh! That reminds me! Pam and Grinch are married now!”

“Aww! Tell them I said congratulations! From all of us, actually!”

“I will, don’t worry!” Then the sound of a baby crying came from the other end. “Oh, no! Molly! Don’t worry! Mommy’s here! So sorry, E.B. I gotta go.”

“That’s okay. It was nice talking. See ya!”

And they hung up.

——

With E.B. in the know

And then some

Let us check back with Junior

Still being “lectured” by that rich scum

“But Mom and Pop won’t let me say those words.”

“It’ll be fine. Just say your sister told you them.

Rose carried Junior back to his and E.B.’s room. She opened the door and slipped him inside. Then she waited, her ear pressed against the door.

E.B., who was now clad in her nightgown and lying on her back on the bed, bolted upright when she saw her brother. “Guy Jr.! There you are! You scared me!”

“Don’t call me Guy Jr.”, the boy scoffed. Rose made a ‘that’s-my-boy’ kind of face.

“But that’s your name.”

“No it’s not!”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m still finking about it, bimbo!”

“Junior! Where’d you hear that word?!”

“From you!”

“I’ve never once said—Grandma!”

But, unfortunately, Rose had abandoned her spot at the door.

#green eggs and ham #fanfic #eb #guy am i #michellee #guy jr #oc #gluntz

[madame-wilsonn]

hiii mon amour! little ol' Cass wants to know if i can ask for q's 3, 12 + 27? sending you endless love always ❤️✨️

CASS!! my lovely little human!! i have no idea why i'm so excited (must be the effect you have on me grrr)

anywayyy thanks for asking!!

3. When is your birthday?

it's on September 18th (so freaking close i keep counting the days haha)

12. What was your last dream about?

uuuh okay i was so tired last night i don't remember dreaming but the night before i had the weirdest dream everrrrr

okay so i was in the city and i got into someone's car (i knew them in the dream but i don't rememver who) and i just really needed to go to the bathroom. they dropped me at the mall and i ran trying to find them and the bathroom was just not...great like there was water everywhere and i kept slipping. oh and at some point i wasn't in the bathroom but downstairs in the mall??? and it was some sort of big family reunion and my grandma was there and she was like "oh we just came back from Morocco all the grandchildren should spend time with us" and i was like "yeaaah no i don't really have the time" and she got upset and it was awkward lol

so yeah.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

Absolutely...not!!

i have big social anxiety, i'm an introvert so being a celebrity would just kill me lol

i feel like if i was famous i'd like to be cillan murphy famous like...only hearing about me if i make a movie and that's it.

Get to know me uncomfortably well

#cass tag ♡ #friends #ask games

[winwinshie]

johnny hyung scared jisung oppa

#yeah u should call my son oppa! okay? 😂 #idk wth im doing i just found it very funny #smrookies moments just makes me emo #like im a grandma looking at my grandchildren #nct #nct johnny #nct jisung #johnny suh #jisung park #nct predebut #sm rookies #nct funny #winwinshie

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey hun can u write a blurb abt kids just interacting with their fam I just want those moments they spend with their grandparents and uncles and them fighting to know whose their fav😂 love you sooo much💖💖💖

I'm in a weird writing slump lately. Hope you like this.

Match made in Hell (series)

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Grandma!” Nathan and Nailah squealed, launching themselves to hug their grandma around her waist.

“Hello my loves!” She said with a wide smile taking a step back to keep her balance. “You've grown so big." 

"Mom said I've grown 5cm." Nathan informed her proudly. 

"That's good sweetheart." she said. "now let's go inside your baby sister is waiting to meet you.” 

Hearing that they dashed inside the house. “Don't run you two!” you called out from behind. 

“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you dear.” she said pulling you in a hug. 

"It's good to see you too." You smiled widely in return. 

“Hi mum.” Tom said leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek. 

“Tom, I hope you're helping Y/N with the kids?”

“Mum, I'm always helping.” Tom huffed. 

“Yes, he tries his best but most of the time those two outsmart him and succeed in getting their own way.” you snickered teasing him.

“Those two little hellions can outsmart anyone,” he said.

“Not me.” you argued. 

“Oh hush now the two of you!" his mother said."I’m not hearing a word against my grandchildren. They are the sweetest kids in the whole world. Now don’t just keep standing at the doorway and get inside.” 

Once in a month the whole family gathers at Tom's parents house in Chigwell for a family dinner especially now when the family is slowly growing. You could see Harrison and Grace near the patio doors. It's been four years since they got married and now they've an adorable three year old son Leo who is happily chasing around Nathan and Nailah. 

Then there's Harry and Isabelle on the couch with their baby girl Adrianne who just turned one month old. Sam was in the kitchen preparing the food with Paddy helping him. 

“Hey Izzie, how are you?" you asked and then looked down at Adrianne nestled in her mother's arms. "And how is my baby girl doing?” You cooed and she gave you a wide, toothless smile. 

“We're good though she has been keeping us up at night lately.”

“Ah, I know their sleep schedule is unpredictable in the first few months." You said, relating to her problem. "And I had two when one woke up, the other was asleep. We took turns at night feeding them. It will get better soon, don't worry.” you assured her. 

“Where is the baby? Where is the baby?” Nathan and Nailah jumped up and down beside you excited. 

"Careful, you two. Be gentle." You reminded them. 

“She's so cute!” Nailah exclaimed as she held out a finger and Adrianne grabbed it in her little fist. 

“And so soft!” Nathan said gently touching her chubby cheeks. 

“Can I hold her? Please.” Nailah looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“No, Leah, she's too small you won't be able to handle her.” you told her. 

“It's okay Y/N let her hold her." Isabelle said and her face brightened. "Come here Leah.” 

Nailah sat down on the couch beside her aunt and Isabelle placed a cushion on her lap. Then she picked up Adrianne from her lap and laid her on the cushion. 

Place your hand below her head. She told Nailah as she did the same. For some time she looked at her baby cousin in awe but then she turned to you with a thoughtful expression and asked. 

“Mommy, where do babies come from?”

“Umm…” you were clearly caught off guard as you heard Tom clear his throat loudly. The boys were grinning like idiots. 

“Daddy?” she looked at Tom with big, curious eyes and like you he was currently at a loss of words. 

"Well you see Leah it's when your mom and dad…" Harrison began smiling cheekily. 

"Haz!" Tom barked out glaring daggers at him and then softened his gaze as he looked at Nailah. "Don't listen to him, love."

“I think it's time for a footy match in the backyard.” Harry said to change the topic. 

“Yeah Nate loves soccer.” you added. 

“It's football mom.” Nathan corrected you, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“Yeah keep up darling you're in London now.” Tom teased. 

“I beg your pardon my lord for the grave mistake I committed.” You said mockingly with a fake British accent.

Soon after everyone was in the backyard. Two goal posts had been set for the game. The teams were divided as follows :

Harry and Paddy with Nathan. Tom, Harrison and Sam with Nailah. Harrison was holding his three year old as he played. 

You were comfortably seated with the ladies on the garden chairs sipping tea and watched them run and kick the ball around. At present the score was tied six all.

The older Holland twins were caught in a battle to steal the ball from each other when Paddy said something in Nathan’s ears probably to wait for the right moment. 

And just then the ball flew towards them as he gave him a left footed pass. Nathan ran along with the ball towards the net and swung his right onto the ball scoring a goal.

“We won!” you heard him shout in joy as he thrust his little fists up in the air.

“Good job bud!” Paddy ruffled his hair and picked him up, holding him up in a superman pose as he ran in front of you all. You held your hands up to give him a high five.

"Uncle Paddy you are the best!" Nathan squealed. And the boys perked up when they heard him.

"C'mon bud I know you love me the most." Harry said.

"Oh don't be a jealous sod now Harry." Paddy retorted.

"Whatever I know I'm Nailah's favorite am I not love? I made your favorite cake." Sam looked at Nailah who was busy eating the chocolate cake her uncle made.

"You're bribing her you prat!" Harry accused.

"Oh come now" Harrison interrupted. "it has always been me after all I'm their godfather."

"I like uncle Paddy he plays with us." Nailah said finally as the boys looked at her dumbly and Tom couldn't stop laughing at the back.

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[myherowritings]

welcome to the family

SUMMARY. After mistaking the guy on your lockscreen as your boyfriend, your grandmother knits him a sweater to welcome him into the family. Childe sees your tweet about it the next morning.

PAIRING. celeb!childe x reader

WORD COUNT. 1.0k

GENRE. celeb au, loosely based off a tweet

A/N. small drabble because i kind of got excited at the thought of celeb au childe o.o also like...have u listened to his english va sing those cheesy songs? i absolutely love it HFJKGHG pls enjoy xx sof

You weren’t a fan of the celebrity with the title Tartaglia, alias Childe, real name unknown to the public.

Definitely not a fan.

The only reason you knew even that much about him was simply due to social media blowing him up as the infamous white boy of the month. And from there his fame only grew. (Though you had to admit, he was at least more interesting than the previous other candidates.)

You weren’t a fan, but you couldn’t deny he deserved the recognition he received. His acting was pretty captivating, his singing voice pleasing to the ear, and his body... Well, his body...

“Earth to Y/N,” your mom called, drawing you out of your rapidly spiraling thoughts. You were visiting your family home for the weekend and you were currently in the living room with your mother and grandmother, watching bad reality TV and snacking on junk food. “You’ve been spaced out today. Too busy thinking about your boyfriend?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Huh?”

Like most grandparents, your grandma seemed to have a special radar to let her know when her grandchildren had a potential suitor at hand. Just the mere mention of the word made her perk up. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah! I don’t know why they were keeping it a secret from us, but I saw the picture on their lockscreen,” she whispered to your grandma conspiratorially, loud enough for you to hear. “He’s a cute guy with ginger hair.”

The picture on your lockscreen off a cute guy with ginger hair… You were only half-embarrassed to recall that it was a picture taken from Childe’s outdoor picnic photoshoot where the poses they made him do attempted to paint the image that he was there on a date with you. His clothes were casual and his smile was familiar.

You absolutely hated that marketing strategy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t willingly fall for it each time.

But again, you weren’t a fan…

Oh, who were you fooling? You were halfway from breaking and making a Childe fan account if your dignity didn’t get the best of you.

“Childe? He’s—”

“Your boyfriend! My grandchild finally found love in this world?” asked your grandmother, teary-eyed as she completely ignored her favorite trashy reality show on the television to get a better look at you. “I’m so happy for you! This is so exciting.”

“Grandma, wait—”

“You have to bring him home and let us meet him,” she rushed on animatedly, giving you no time to squeeze a full sentence in. “No, before you do that, let me make him something for you to give to him! What size is his shirt? Is that a picture of him? Oh he looks nice and strong! I’ll knit him a turtleneck. You give it to him the next time you see him, okay?”

Your grandma ran to get her knitting needles and yarn, leaving a whirlwind in her wake as you stared open-mouthed at the spot she once occupied.

That was how you ended up going home the next day with a brand new turtleneck sweater your grandmother made for your non-existent boyfriend.

The situation was so bizarre, you decided there was only one thing you could do: Pull your phone out as you sat on your bed to tell Twitter about the events of your weekend.

— ✩ —

It wasn’t everyday Childe woke up to check what the top tweets of his tag were on Twitter.

Okay, that’s a lie.

It was everyday.

He had an image to keep, after all. And it interested him to know what others had to say about him, despite how bad that might actually be for his state of mind.

Childe didn’t like deceit, but showing some parts of himself to only some people and other parts to others wasn’t lying. It was self-preservation. Everyone had a persona of sorts, and he preferred for his to be intact. What was the point of showing everyone every side of him?

He knew who Childe and Tartaglia were. He knew who Ajax was. As long as he knew, he’d be alright.

Was it a lonely path? Maybe. But it paid well and made his family proud. What more could he ask for?

Acting may not be as cool as being, say, a toymaker as his younger brother would proclaim, but at least he got to travel the world and explore places he never could’ve before. And the cute fans of his were also a definite bonus.

Childe continued scrolling through his phone when he stumbled upon a tweet that seemed to be gaining numbers quickly. It was posted only a few hours ago last night (his time, at least) by what looked like a personal account.

@y/n: Y'ALL WTF my mom saw my lockscreen (which is a pic of childe) and told my grandma that he was my bf and then my gma got so excited she knit him a WHOLE SWEATER and told me to give it to him. how could i break her heart and tell her he’s just a celebrity i like omg

@y/n: here’s a picture of the sweater she knit. isn’t it adorable? i almost feel too bad to just wear it myself though hjfkhg [Attachment: 1 Image]

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the picture of you holding the cream-colored turtleneck up, the large sleeves covering most of your body in the photo. You were right. The sweater did look adorable. As did a certain little fan of his who was also featured in the image.

Without giving it a second thought, he began to type his reply.

@TartagliaOfficial: Why wear it yourself? Didn’t your grandma say it’s meant for me? :( It’d be a shame to disappoint her.

In only a matter of minutes, he refreshed the page and found your name in his notifications. For some reason, he felt a rush of adrenaline flow through his veins as he waited for your tweet to load.

@y/n: am i being punk’d or r u asking me out???

Childe laughed to himself, exiting the tweet thread so he could click on the private message icon on your profile.

This would be fun.

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[nightingaelic]

hey, was wondering if you do this one FNV companion reaction where they find the courier to be pretty skilled at many things(lockpicking, sneaking, medicine, hacking, cooking, G U N S,etc.) and then later when asked, they casually say they learnt it all from old timey magazines??

The courier shrugged, when they caught their companion studying them after having popped open a wafer tumbler lock in under two minutes. "It's just practice, I guess," they mused, swinging the safe door open to inspect its contents. "Well, practice and a couple of readings-through of Tumblers Today. Volume 64, Issue 1."

They said something similar two days later, after throwing together a mad mix of Nuka-Cola Quartz, turpentine, and Abraxo and stuffing it into a tin can. "Got that recipe from the Patriot's Cookbook," they said proudly, taping the top back onto the can and poking some holes for wires to run into the dangerous slop. "Man, I really wish I hadn't had to take that unexpected dip in Lake Mead. That magazine was invaluable."

Their random assortment of skills was best on display later that day though, when they wandered into a building patrolled by hostile robots. All it took was a little bit of patience, and eventually the courier was able to sneak up to the nearest Colonel Gutsy, pop open its combat inhibitor panel and move a few things around to shut it down. Once the bot crumpled to the floor, the courier turned to their companion and winked. "Programmer's Digest, a little bit of the Tesla Science magazine, plus a healthy dash of La Fantoma," they said. "Always was a comic book fan."

Arcade Gannon: "Where do you keep turning them up?" Arcade asked, clearly impressed. "I've spent years out here with the Followers, and I haven't seen more than a handful."

"Well, maybe you just needed to step outside the Old Mormon Fort." The courier shrugged. "They're tucked all over the place. File cabinets in old offices, desk drawers in hotels, on the floor behind couches and mattresses and piles of-"

"Okay, okay, I get the idea." Arcade grinned. "Basically, you find them because you're willing to crawl around the dustiest, sandiest places on earth in search of them."

"Hey, that sand is their saving grace," the courier said, straightening up from the bot they'd felled. "It's dry enough out here that magazines don't suffer as much. Sure, you might find the cover ink's worn off by some grit, but you go north? East? A little bit of humidity and bam, your pages are all stuck together. Eugh."

Craig Boone: Boone pressed his lips together. The courier recognized the sniper's silent disapproval and raised their eyebrows. "Something to say?"

"Can't learn sniping from a magazine," he said, being careful about his words. "But it means you don't need to sneak up on a target to take them out."

"Sure," the courier agreed. "But if I can just hack a bot rather than waste ammo, I'd rather that. Don't you think?"

"We've got plenty of ammo."

"Yeah, Boone, I know." The courier sighed. "But sometimes I didn't. Don't knock the magazines, they've kept me alive this long."

Boone nodded. He could appreciate that, at least.

Lily Bowen: "Oh yes, dearie," Lily agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "There are so many good things young ones can learn from books these days. Why, Grandma used to be quite the reader, back when she had fewer grandchildren to take care of."

"Aw, Lily." The courier gave her a sad pout. "You mean you stopped?"

"Don't you worry about Grandma," Lily assured them. "She's got plenty to take care of, traveling with you and the rest of her flock."

"The bighorners?" The courier pulled a face. "They're not much for reading, I guess. But I've got quite the collection back at the Lucky 38, from my travels around the Mojave. Maybe I can lend you something? Or at least read you a few things when we're taking a night off?"

Lily grinned. "Oh, pumpkin. Grandma would love that."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "La Fantoma?" Raul grinned. "I used to read that one all the time when I was putting off chores on the ranch."

"Híjole." The courier shook their head. "I love that woman. What I wouldn't give to see her cross over into the Hubris Comics universe. La Fantoma versus the Silver Shroud? Or the Inspector?"

"Why not la Dueña de los Misterios?" Raul asked. "Now that would be a squaring-off I'd pay my last cap to see."

"The Mistress? Please." The courier gave him a skeptical look. "They have too much in common. They'd probably just team up to take down Pyramind or something."

Raul waved his hand. "La Fantoma would never get mixed up with the likes of Pyramind. That was her whole draw, that she was down-to-earth. Una ladrona en la noche, sure, but still a woman."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass spat onto the Colonel Gutsy's shiny dome. "Programmer's Digest, one, pre-war bots, zero. It's almost a shame, I never get to use my shotgun when we're traveling."

"What are you talking about?" the courier replied playfully, straightening up from their handiwork. "We run into Vipers and Fiends often enough, don't we?"

"Sure, but they're more work than play." Cass smiled. "When you're putting lead into a robot, they make the best noises. Thunks, beeps, and if it's a Mister Handy, they're polite as all hell about the fact that you're shooting them up."

The courier wiped some grease from their hands. "I'll remember that for the next one. Far be it from me to keep you from turning these guys into shrapnel, I suppose, even if I like to keep things clean."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica pulled a face, then laughed. "What didn't you learn from magazines, Six? Because I'm starting to think you were raised by a copy of Dean's Electronics."

The courier made a face back at her. "Well, I didn't learn manners from them, but that doesn't make much of a difference in the Mojave. No one out here seems to have learned them, either."

"Pffft." Veronica rolled her eyes. "Manners are for the White Glove Society. Hacking a robot is a bit more useful to us common folk."

"Exactly." The courier slapped their knees and straightened up. "Plus we can salvage this guy, now that he's no longer defending God and country. Did you still need parts for your power fist?"

"Oh, yeah, good thinking. That one piston's been sticking something fierce."

ED-E: ED-E beeped in agreement, as it did every time the courier felt the need to re-announce their reliance on pre-war periodicals, and opened up its storage compartment to reveal the stack of magazines within.

The courier chuckled. "Okay, okay, I can take a hint. I'm just pleased with myself, that's all."

ED-E trilled in agreement. It was only an eyebot, but it still felt something akin to pride for its companion.

Rex: Rex sniffed the now-defunct robot over, lip still curled in case it stirred and resumed its patrol.

The courier gave his brain dome a reassuring pat. "I know what I'm doing, buddy. Or at the very least, Tesla Science's star contributor Karl Oslow does."

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[arvinsescape]

Can you write something where Tom and the reader are at Tom's family, and they haven't been doing anything, cuz they don't wanna do it while his family is there, so when everyone go out, Tom and the reader says they just wanna stay back at the house while the others go out.

Nikki comes back, cuz she forgot her phone or something, and then she walks in on them making out on the couch, and she says something like "first of all, go to your room, not the couch, secondly, you better make some grandchildren" and they get really embaraced.

A/N: Thank you so much for your patience, I was going to reply last week but my laptop broke on me so I had to wait for my new one! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Language, suggestive content but nothing to bad.

To say you and Tom had grown frustrated would be an understatement, the sexual tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife. You were visiting his parents for the week and you’d taken it upon yourselves to not do anything in the bedroom department in fear that you’d either be heard or get caught.

Tom loved his family massively but they were starting to irritate him with how much they just wouldn’t leave the two of you alone, you were five days into not having had any sort of sex and he was hoping that his family would decide to go out for the day. He’d been hoping this for the last two days with no such luck, but today it would seem that luck was on his side.

“Tom, Y/N, we are gonna head out for the day, we all have a lot of errands to run. Want to come?” Nikki asked as she sat with the two of you on the couch.

“No mum, we’re good. Gonna chill out here I think.” Tom answered before you could open your mouth. You knew exactly what he was thinking, he’d almost cracked last night but you’d been adamant that you wait it out for the next two days.

“Tom, we are only here for another two days.” You laughed, the innocent kiss you’d shared before bed had turned heated very quickly.

“Yeah, I know. I’m just struggling at the minute, I really wanna take you.” Tom groaned and you grinned.

“You will be able to, in like two days.” You laughed again.

“That’s ages away!” Tom groaned, falling flat on his back on the bed.

“Tom, we have literally gone months without doing anything.” You laughed.

“That’s different, you’re not there to tempt me.” Tom laughed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I am an actor, drama is my field.” He grinned.

“Okay, no problem.” Nikki said as she sipped her morning brew.

Tom was growing antsy as he waited for his family to make a move, it seemed everything they did was just being dragged out and he found himself biting his tongue as not to yell at them to hurry up, he felt guilty for a second until he thought about why he was so antsy.

“Right, we’re off, see you in a few hours.” Nikki said as she put her coat on. Tom muttering a ‘finally’ under his breath. You waved goodbye as they all left and as soon as you heard the car pull from the drive Tom was all over you.

His lips caught yours in a feverish kiss and you hummed into it. It didn’t take him long to have you on your back as he climbed on top of you.

“Fucking hell, I’ve been thinking about fucking you for so many days that now I don’t know what I want to do with you first.” He said as he bit your collarbone, earning a moan from you in response.

You heard a faint buzz from the kitchen, assuming it was Tom’s phone, you ignored it, way to wrapped up in Tom’s lips that were trailing kisses up your neck. You were so wrapped up in each other as he kissed your lips again that neither of you heard the car pull up in the driveway or the door open.

“Shit! Sorry.” You heard Nikki fumble as Tom jumped off you, you both looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, faces flushed. None of you knew what to say as Nikki made her way into the kitchen.

“Forgot my phone.” She said as she waved it in your direction. Tom nodded as you tried to hide your embarrassment as you stuffed your head into his shoulder. “Right well I’m off now, we’ll be back in a few hours. So first of all, please will you go to your room Tom? This is the family couch.” She laughed as Tom huffed.

“Secondly, you better make me some beautiful grandchildren.” She teased and Tom groaned.

“Mum!”

“What? You’ve been together for ages, about time you made me a grandma.” She defended as she made her way back out of the house. You felt like you could combust from embarrassment as Tom coaxed your head from his shoulder.

“That was awkward.” You groaned as Tom laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Yeah, definitely a mood killer. We’ll definitely wait until we get home, don’t think I could take another awkward interaction like that with my family.” He laughed as you nodded in response.

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[honeyhenry]

Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” -  as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door. 

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time. 

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically.  “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine -  that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays. 

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry. 

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier. 

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“ 

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one. 

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”. 

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.” 

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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