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I Wish You Love | Part Five

I Wish You Love Masterlist

Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader

You and Lewis make the most of your time together before he returns to America to do his best to free himself to spend his future at your side.

Warnings: Angst, Class Divide, Discussion of Divorce, Lots of Kissing, Sexual Tension and Innuendos, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: I am a lying liar who lies - there are now six parts because Lewis and his darling do not know how to leave me alone. Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 5393

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Returning home shortly before noon the next day, you could not help the fond shake of your head to see Lewis’s borrowed car already parked at the curb outside your flat building. The lovely, impatient man was early, of course. Early enough to see you tired, sweaty, and underdressed once again. You wanted to be annoyed with him, yet you could not find it within yourself to summon any emotion other than amused affection. Stepping into the building, you were in the process of fishing your keys from your handbag when a stunningly familiar voice carrying through the door halted your movements.

“And so that was your plan all along?”

Johnny. Your twin brother, physically absent from your life, existing only in intermittent letters, for years. Much longer than the just war, with your mutual need for employment to support your father had driven you both from home in 1934. A lot was made of some sort of intuition that was supposed to exist between twins, that as they had shared a womb, they surely shared a lot more, but his return home today was a complete shock that had you frozen in place in the hall. The next words out of his mouth did nothing to encourage you to proceed inside.

“You’ve permitted a married man to seduce your daughter, your sweet pea.” He spat, an unfamiliar ugliness in his tone. The comment was certainly directed at your father, but Lewis was undoubtedly in the room, and he confirmed your supposition as he spoke up.

“I would ask you not to insult your sister’s honor, it has been, and remains, utterly unimpeachable.”

“Bloody hell you sure speak like one of them…”

“Johnathon you will mind your tongue. I understand that you have lived differently for quite some time now, but I will not tolerate that sort of language or disrespect in this home.”

Your eyes widened as you heard your father raise his voice, something that happened so infrequently that you could count the sum total of such occasions on the fingers of your own two hands.

“I am quite satisfied,” Your father continued, “with the correspondence between Captain Nixon and his solicitor. I find his intentions for your sister, my daughter, to be completely honourable and I thoroughly encourage them. She has never been happier, Johnny, and if you cannot manage to smile for her when she comes through that door any moment now then you’d better go for a walk until you find a way to.”

Tensing at the thought of your brother angrily storming out of the flat, and right into you, you crept backwards and down the hall toward the stairs leading up to the higher floors, obscuring yourself behind the landing to wait. To see if he was indeed so against the idea of you being happy with Lewis that he would rob you of a reunion with him then. You waited nearly five minutes, which felt like an eternity, until you heard Mrs. Stokes and her herd of children leaving their flat a few stories up, tromping down the staircase towards your hiding place. Johnny had remained inside, there had been no further shouting – at least none that you could hear at this distance.

Taking a fortifying breath, you pulled your keys from your handbag and headed into the apartment, smiling softly as your father and Lewis were chatting in the sitting room. “Good afternoon you two.”

“Well look at you, sis.” Johnny spoke from the doorway to the kitchen, and it was not hard to present a face of shock, for in place of a gangly sixteen-year-old boy, there was a rugged twenty-five-year-old man standing there, grinning at you.

“Johnny!?” You gasped, dropping your handbag as you rushed forward to hug him, squealing as he hauled you off your feet, his time with the 78th Infantry having made him unspeakably strong.

“Blimey you really have gone yellow haven’t you.” He teased and you smacked him affectionately as he set you back on the ground gently. “I’ve heard it goes away after a few months, don’t get your you-know-what’s in a twist.”

“Can we please stop talking about my underclothes and talk about when you got home?” You glanced at Lewis, feeling rather embarrassed to have your knickers discussed in front of him, but he was smiling warmly, unfazed.

“This morning on the first train from London. I gather we’re going out for dinner later?”

“Absolutely, I am looking forward to taking all three of you out together.” Lewis nodded firmly and you smiled at him fondly, vaguely aware of your brother’s scrutinizing gaze upon your face in your periphery.

“We were going to go out for the afternoon, but you just got back and–”

“Go on sis, I hear he’s only in town a few days and you’ll have to put up with me for a lot longer than that. Go have fun, I’ll see you for dinner.”

Hugging him tightly once more, you then kissed Lewis’s cheek quickly before going to get changed into something suitable for a drive and a picnic before the pair of you made your way out to the car, leaving your brother and father to catch up.

“You two look nothing alike you know, I’d never have guessed that you were twins…” Lewis teased as he opened the car door for you.

“That’s what fraternal means – not identical.” You shook your head fondly, hesitating a moment, an apology for your brother’s behaviour dangling on the tip of your tongue.

“Well either way, he loves you very much and that’s all I could ask for on your behalf.” He nodded, eyes widening as you grabbed his face and kissed him soundly, your heart swelling almost painfully inside your ribcage.

His hands planted on your hips, holding tightly but letting you direct the kiss, lips parting compliantly at the tentative swipe of your tongue against his bottom lip. Losing your nerve, particularly in full view of the front window of the flat, you stopped short of sliding your tongue to his, but still felt a rush of pride tingle through you at the ruddy hue to his cheeks as you pulled back from his mouth.

“I’m not entirely certain what I did to earn that but…you’re welcome.” He grinned cockily and your jaw dropped at his impertinence before you laughed brightly, shaking your head as you slid into the car, happy to leave him wondering.

Glancing at the backseat, you raised an eyebrow curiously at the picnic basket and blankets there, wondering just what Lewis had planned for the afternoon.

“No peeking.” He smirked, sliding his arm around your waist to pull you close across the bench seat once he’d started the car, pulling his hand back to shift the car into gear.

“Might I know where we are going?” You asked curiously, resting your chin on his shoulder to look at him playfully as he headed down the lane.

“I thought I might show you where I lived while I was in England – well not the actual house, we’ve given it back to the Wills family, but the town.”

“I’d like that very much.” You nodded firmly, turning to look out the windshield as he headed out on the road out of town.

“We will have to drive past Lydiard, unless you’d like me to take the long way?” He glanced at you, and you shook your head quickly.

“No, it’s alright, I suppose I will eventually pass it at some point, I’d much rather it be with you.”

His hand squeezed your knee affectionately, fingers lingering on your bare skin when he found no interfering stockings until he was forced to employ it again in changing gears as he sped up as you left Swindon behind. You had somewhat bemoaned the difficulty related to finding stockings lately, but as his fingertips idly caressed the side of your knee, suddenly you really didn’t mind very much at all.

As the pair of you drove past the tree-lined drive leading towards Lydiard House, you swallowed to see a series of guards posted at the road, finding the sight altogether unwelcoming and eliminating any last bit of nostalgia you may have felt for the place you had called home for a decade.

“I would bet it feels an awful lot like a prison for the St Johns and the rest of the staff, too.” Lewis muttered and you nodded quickly.

“I have to say I certainly do not miss working fifteen hours a day. Free time in the evenings, it’s been quite a revelation.”

Lewis grinned at you softly, squeezing his hand that had promptly returned to your knee. “I told you that you were much better suited to this life.”

“You did, yes. Thank you.” You pressed a careful kiss to his cheek, paying closer attention to your surroundings as you neared Aldbourne, a town you’d rarely had occasion to visit previously.

Lewis took you on a small tour, pointing out the Nissen huts, or Quonsets as he called them, where the enlisted men had stayed before swinging by Littlecote House where he had been billeted. He regaled you with funny stories from training and that one time his closest friend Dick had been forced to upend his mattress to get him out of bed after a very intense night of celebration. Circling back to the centre of the village, he parked in front of a small bakery, opposite the village green.

“We just need to pick up our dessert and then we’ll be ready for lunch?”

You nodded warmly, sliding out of the car with him as he led you into the shop. It smelled positively divine inside, all sorts of sweets in the display cases.

“I’m here to pick up an order for Nixon?” Lewis smiled and the girl behind the counter looked up with wide eyes.

“Leftenant! We didn’t think we’d see any of you boys back here again.” She smiled up at him brightly, fairly batting her eyelashes at him.

“Just wanted to be sure my girl had a chance to try the best lardy cake in all of England.” He smiled smoothly, looking to you warmly.

Swallowing tightly, you could not help but notice the way the girl’s face fell as he tugged you closer.

“Anything you’d think your father and brother would like as a souvenir of our travels?”

Normally you would have refused, been stubborn and reticent in the face of his generosity, but there was something about the way the girl was throwing daggers at you as she retrieved a box with his name on it from under the counter that emboldened you.

“Perhaps a few imperial cookies?” You looked up at him hopefully and he rewarded you with a quick peck to the cheek.

“A dozen of the imperial cookies as well please.”

“Of course, leftentant.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the impulse to correct her sharply as you felt rather territorial about that title – more precisely that pronunciation of that title. You waited quietly as she packed a box of the cookies and Lewis paid the total. You were more than a little relieved to say your goodbyes and leave the shop, baked goods in hand, and retrieve the picnic supplies from the car.

“Can I help you carry something?”

Lewis paused a moment before passing you the blankets, taking the boxes from the bakery and the rather heavy looking basket himself.

“You know I packed artillery shells for the past seven months, I am not helpless.” You teased as you followed him across the street onto the village green.

“Just because you can, darling, doesn’t mean you are expected to.” He replied with a smirk, waiting for you to unfurl the blankets on the ground before the pair of you settled in.

“So long as you remember that I am not helpless, Lewis.” You replied firmly, watching him unearth several packets of sandwiches, some fruit, and a bottle of lemonade from the basket along with glasses to drink from.

“I assure you I would never dream of considering you helpless. After all you rescued a drowning dog from a lake while wearing a full-length dress.” He grinned, popping the seal on the bottle to fill you a glass. “Climbed the highlands to procure me heather and grouse feathers, poured TNT and lifted artillery shells, served a certain honorable without murdering her for her deplorable behavior…” His tone had started off teasing but as he set the glass in your outstretched hand his face grew serious. “No darling, if anything I really quite admire you.”

Ducking your head shyly you took a sip of the tart liquid, enjoying the way it sparkled on your tongue. The pair of you picnicked happily in the sunshine, demolishing most of the sandwiches and fruit before Lewis unboxed the cake.

“The best in England, you say?” You grinned, peering at it curiously.

“Well, all of us in the 506th would certainly say that, but I wonder what a real Englishwoman will say.” He smirked, using a knife from the picnic basket to cut a slice, holding it out for you to take a bite.

Looking to his expectant face before glancing back down at the outstretched piece of cake, you leaned in to take a bite, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you sat up to chew thoughtfully. As the flavour of it spread across your tongue, you began to nod happily.

“Oh wow, that’s probably the best I’ve ever eaten as well.” You agreed once you swallowed your mouthful.

Lewis beamed happily before taking the next bite from the piece still in his grasp, leaning back onto his forearm lazily as you prepped another slice for yourself, trying not to spend too long drinking in the length of his body in such an enticing pose. Looking around the village square instead, you smiled.

“It’s so peaceful now, I can only imagine the havoc you all wreaked.” You laughed softly and he chuckled.

“Havoc is an excellent choice of word, darling…”

After you’d both eaten your fill, you carefully packed up the remnants into the basket, setting the bakery boxes aside to take home for your father and Johnny to have a go at them. The shadows began to creep across the grass and a glance at your utilitarian wristwatch told you it was nearly four-thirty. Lewis suddenly sat up, drawing your gaze as he fidgeted slightly before shifting closer to you.

“Darling I…know I can’t make as much of a fuss about this as I’d like to but… We’ve been talking an awful lot about the future and what it might look like, and it would be a mistake if I didn’t make it official. Or as official as I am able, at this point.”

You held your breath, focusing intently as you did your best to hear him over the rushing of blood in your ears.

“Would you do me the honor of wearing this ring as a promise of my intention to marry you?” He produced a velvet box from his pocket, opening the lid to reveal a ring very much to your taste, not too many stones, in the metal of your choice, showing just how closely he had been paying attention to your preferences yesterday.

“Lewis…” You exhaled in awe and looked to him, eyes wide with wonder. “Yes…I of course…” You smiled, finding your eyes suddenly blurred by tears as he pulled you into his warm embrace.

“I thought…you’d maybe want to wear it on your right hand and then…when I get the divorce finalized, I’ll write you right away and then you can put it on your left, like a proper engagement ring.” He murmured against your cheek, and you smiled so broadly it made your jaw ache.

“I love you so very much, Lewis Nixon.” You shifted back to kiss him warmly, sighing against his lips as his fingers slid up your neck to cup your jaw.

“I love you too, darling.” He replied once you’d parted for breath, and he plucked the ring from its box to slide it onto the fourth finger of your right hand. “This is only the beginning.”

If only you’d known how seriously Lewis would take that statement. The baked goods immediately followed by a lavish dinner went a long way to easing your brother’s concerns and then all too soon Lewis had to return to France for his boat home. It was exceedingly difficult to see him go, though it was a relief to know you that, at least this time, you were not sending him off to combat.

It was not long after his departure, however, that your father began to receive regular wire transfers to cover rent and other necessities. Your father feigned innocence, though you did not believe him for one moment, as Lewis would not have known the necessary sum otherwise. You took to a letter to chastise Lewis, albeit lovingly.

While his subsequent responses acknowledged your wishes, they also cleverly shifted the focus to seeking your approval of potential homes and venues for your inevitable nuptials. It was late January of 1946 when a large trunk arrived by courier when you finally received the news you had been long awaiting. Johnny was at work, your father at the pub. You were enjoying a rare moment at home alone after finishing work for the day, having kept a small roster of clients to accumulate pocket money to spend on previously frivolous things like skin care and hair cuts.

Signing the receipt slip, you had the delivery man set it in the living room before kneeling to open it, gasping at the neatly folded piles of clothing contained within. Laying atop were two envelopes, one letter-sized and another legal-sized. You quickly retrieved the letter, assuming it would contain the most explanation, and sliced it open with your trusty butter knife.

It was fortunate that you were the only one at home, for the childish squeal you let out as you fell onto the sofa would have been a mortifying thing for anyone else to witness. Fumbling slightly, fingers made clumsy with glee, you took the ring from your right hand and quickly slid it onto your left where it truly belonged, holding it up to admire it proudly. Glancing at the watch on the same wrist, you sat up, realizing you still had time to send your reply and grabbed your handbag and overcoat, dashing out the door and down the lane to the post office.

It took a bit of explanation from the clerk, it being your first telegram after all, but you managed to condense your words to keep the entire process affordable.

The next few weeks were a flurry of activity, with Lewis’s reply arriving by cable the next day that he would be in London mid-February. You employed the services of a local seamstress, as ordered, to have your trousseau properly fitted. Lewis proved yet again that he had paid attention, having sent a few dresses and ensembles in ivory and white to choose from – and mercifully nothing so ostentatious as a full wedding gown. You were able to give ample notice to your clients and you’d already procured a passport – thankfully you’d started that process in September of the previous year.  Using your accumulated ration coupons, you purchased a swimming costume and an irresistibly fine nightgown for your wedding night.

It felt like no time at all before the three of you were stepping into the suite at the Ritz that Lewis had reserved for you to get ready for your wedding that evening, and the rest of your family to stay the night before returning to Swindon on the morning train while the pair of you headed out on your honeymoon. You were startled to find a young woman waiting for you there.

“Good afternoon miss, sirs. My name is Sara. Mr. Nixon has sent me to assist you in getting ready. He asked me to give you this before you could protest.” She held out an envelope of telltale Ritz stationery and you took it with a fond sigh, following her into the room where the bellhop deposited your trunk.

Huffing in bemused annoyance, you quickly turned your attention back to Sara, working with her to hang up your outfit for the impending ceremony before looking over the selection of ‘decorations.’ Lewis had sent several sets of jewelry for you to choose from and after some deliberation you eventually settled on one before submitting yourself to Sara’s talents as she saw to your hair. Mercifully, all rumours had proven true, and the yellow hue had vanished from your skin and hair, returning you to your normal appearance. Your diligent use of skin care had also gone a long way to soften the callouses of your work-roughened hands and by the time Sara was through with you, you almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Stepping out to where Johnny and your father were waiting in their new suits, purchased with a hoarding of ration coupons and Johnny’s excellent wages from his new post at the Great Western Railway, the three of you gawked openly at one another.

“Well, we certainly clean up nice, aye?” Your father grinned.

“You look pretty as a picture, sis.” Johnny grinned and pulled you in for a hug just as Sara hurried out with a small bouquet of white roses.

“Don’t forget these, miss. Your car to the embassy is waiting downstairs.”

You took it carefully and smiled to her. “Thank you so very much for your assistance, Sara, I really appreciate it.”

“Oh, my pleasure miss.” She blushed prettily, bowing her head shyly. “I’ll see to it that your trunk is moved to Mr. Nixon’s suite with the rest of your luggage. Congratulations.”

You parted with your thanks before heading downstairs, trying not to roll your eyes when you found the waiting car was a Rolls Royce. You really might have to murder him at the end of that aisle. Climbing in carefully, the three of you drove to number one Grosvenor Square, the address of the American Embassy. It had been Lewis’s idea of course, and only possible given that he personally knew the ambassador Mr. Harriman.

It was his hope that it would ease your immigration to the United States, to be technically married on American soil, while still being able to have Johnny and your father in attendance. The building was rather imposing as you climbed out of the car, thanking the driver as he held the door, not at all what you would have imagined for your wedding. Then again, you’d never imagined marrying an American divorcé set to inherit a great fortune one day, either.

Surrendering your coats to one of the ambassadorial staff, you took a moment to compose yourself as Johnny stepped into the reception room, nodding to your father when you were ready before the doors were opened and you made slow progress down the aisle, allowing for the extra time it took him to manipulate his prosthetic leg with each step. You were pleased Lewis had chosen a smaller room, there were not that many people in attendance, really just the ambassador and his wife, your small family, and Lewis and yourself. But as you walked down the short aisle towards the man waiting for you in black tie with the officiant at his side you were certain nothing had ever been more perfect in your entire life.

Your father shook Lewis’s hand before giving you a quick peck on the cheek, ambling over to his chair as Lewis took your arm in turn. He leaned in to whisper warmly in your ear.

“You look incredible, darling.”

Swallowing tightly, you whispered back. “You are lucky there are too many witnesses to commit manslaughter here.”

He barely contained his laughter.

The ceremony was sweet and simple. The signing of the licence took a little extra time as you also completed your immigration application at the same time, with his excellency Mr. Harriman signing as a sponsor – a breathtaking honour which you were quite certain you would never be able to fully process. Lewis had also clearly bought the wedding bands at the same time as the engagement ring as they all looked quite smart next to one another once placed on your respective fingers.

The intensity of Lewis’s eyes on yours as the officiant pronounced you man and wife had you feeling rather apprehensive of the kiss he was about the lay on you, a kiss you were admittedly no less desperate for after nearly six months, but reticent to share in front of an audience. To your surprise, and slight disappointment, it was a soft and utterly appropriate kiss that only left you wanting more as the small group of attendees applauded your finally-accomplished-union.

Bestowing the bouquet upon the ambassador’s wife insistently, in gratitude, you finally allowed Lewis to pull you down to the separate car waiting to take the pair of you back to the hotel where the four of you would celebrate in a private dining room. The driver had barely closed the door before Lewis was pulling you close, at last delivering the thorough conquering of your mouth you had been yearning for as you clung to his coat, not wanting to ruin his styled hair.

“I have missed you far too much, darling.” He whispered against your lips as the driver pulled the car into traffic. “How will I ever repay your patience with me?”

“Do not remind me of balances and things owing, Lewis, I’m in a good mood.” You teased fondly. “You will meet my rage tomorrow when we’re stuck on a boat together for days on end. Tonight is for celebration only.”

He responded with a lopsided grin as his gaze traversed your face, expression fading slowly to one of seriousness before he kissed you fiercely once more, hands sliding dangerously close to your carefully pinned hair. You pulled back quickly with a pout.

“You can ruin that later.” You panted a little and he pressed his face against the crook of your shoulder.

“I will ruin more than your hair later.” He spoke, breath skating along your skin, making you shudder for many reasons. “Darling, are you certain this is not your murder plot unfurling right before my eyes?” He lifted his eyes to look up at you with a pained expression, your fingers reaching out to cup his cheek sympathetically as the car pulled up outside the hotel.

Summoning the strength to compose yourselves as the driver came around to open the door, you stepped out carefully and took Lewis’s arm to head inside, rather enjoying the way people glanced at the pair of you approvingly.

A small feast of beef wellington, Victoria sponge, and tea with milk and sugar – among other delights – awaited you all back at the Ritz. Lewis was barely able to keep his hands from ensnaring yours, his knee from pressing against your thigh, from feeding you bites of food proudly. He did an amiable job of getting to know Johnny better this time despite his distraction, the previous adversarial tension having evaporated from your brother with the arrival of the divorce decree several weeks ago. Lewis took great interest in Johnny’s employment and the topic of conversation devolved into a rather intense debate about railways…even as Lewis began to pull the hem of your dress higher beneath the tablecloth with tantalizingly bold fingertips. Eventually your father dragged a very stuffed and well-liquored Johnny off to bed, freeing the two of you from the obligation of entertaining them any longer at which point Lewis lifted your left hand to press a kiss to the rings on your finger.

“Well, Mrs. Nixon.”

You smiled shyly, but delightedly, to hear your new title from his lips. “Well, Mr. Nixon.”

“Fait accompli. At last.”

Nodding warmly, you leaned in to kiss him gently, giggling as he tasted of icing sugar and strawberry jam from his last bite of cake. “We should let them in here to clean up.”

“Are you propositioning me, Mrs. Nixon?” He teased as he stood, sliding his arm around your waist as you stood in turn.

“No!” You squeaked in self-defence, though you were more than a little enticed by his earlier promises from the car.

“Then allow me to proposition you, I would very much like to see what you’re wearing underneath this lovely outfit.”

“Mr. Nixon!” You feigned shock even as you pulled him out of the private dining room to head up to your shared suite.

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I Wish You Love Masterlist

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[beyondthegame]

Could we know more about l's family and milans pls? 👀👀

L Santos:

They have a twin brother named Leandro. L was born 9 minutes earlier than him and they never let him hear the end of it.

^ He recently got married and L really loves their sister-in-law.

L’s mum is English and their dad is Brazilian. Their dad is the one who encouraged them to play football professionally.

They visit Brazil at least once a year to visit their grandparents and extended family.

Their mum wasn’t a fan of L’s ex-fiancé(e)…and turns out L’s mum was right not to like them.

Overall, L has a good relationship with their parents. It’s not the absolute best in the world, but very good.

Ultimately, their favourite family member is Leandro. They’re the best of friends, partners in crime, peas in a pod, thing 1 & thing 2–that kind of vibe.

Milan St. Clair:

Milan has an older sister called Melody, she’s also one half of Milan’s coaching staff for tennis.

Milan has a good relationship with her, but at times they miss just having a sister. Having a sister who happens to be your coach can put a strain on their relationship.

^ so much so that Milan considered firing her, but after a teary heart to heart they managed to create some boundaries.

Melody, in the past, has thought that Milan had a crush on the mc…

Milan’s parents are still together and Milan actually bought them a house last year.

Milan’s parents also consider the mc as family which is super sweet.

[siempre-bucky]

how about going to an amusement park and sharing a kiss in the alley with hangman? 😊

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake is always cool, calm, and collected but not when he's stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel.

wc: 798

A/N: Happy TGM day! I hope you all get to watch it from the comfort of your own homes today! I hope you enjoy some soft uncle Jake!!

Clang—crack—boom. 

“Get me off this thing!” 

Panic was written all over the aviator’s face, his hands firmly pressed on the metal of the hanging box in the sky, his heels dug into the metal floor. All you could do was stare with wide eyes and parted lips from the seat across from him, your head slightly cocked to the side. His niece and nephew tucked into your sides with the same bewildered expression. 

“Y/N, I swear to God if they don’t get us off this thing,” Jake warned through jagged breaths. He whispered small affirmations to himself and slid over to the side, his fearful green eyes looking out of the gated window, the bright lights of the county fair seemed so small from up here. He always imagined his death in 2 ways, when he’s older than dirt on his ranch or in his plane—dying from being stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel was never a thought until now. He whipped his head away from the window and closed his eyes.

“They’re trying to fix it, baby,” you reassured him, trying to fight back a giggle. “They’ll have the Ferris wheel back up and working in no time, ok?” You gave him your best smile and pulled the twins closer to you. You’d never seen him so scared of a fair ride before, it was adorable. He looked up at the ceiling and tried to take deeper breaths, his face was red from holding the air inside his lungs. 

“Is he ok?” Wendy whispered from your side, her face scrunched with embarrassment for her uncle. 

“He’s fine, sweet pea,” you said, running your fingers through her blonde hair. 

Tommy on the other hand wasn’t as subtle as his sister, he jumped up off the seat and rushed to the side, and caused the car to rock side to side. “Jesus Christ, Tommy!” Jake yelped, jolting a mile sigh. He grabbed the 8 year old and sat him down on the seat firmly with a small ‘humph’ escaping the boy’s lips. 

“Mommy said not to say that,” Wendy grimaced. 

Jake huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “LeAnn will forgive me, Wendy,” he groaned with annoyance in his tone as he leaned forward, putting his head in his hands. You patted the girl's shoulder and moved her off you so you could get on your knees in front of him. 

“Jake,” you whispered warmly, snaking your hands under his and lifting his head. The poor man looked white as snow from being up this high. “I need you to breathe.” 

“I am,” he exhaled. 

“Good, sweetheart. You’ve been up much higher and in more dangerous situations, we’re at the county fair. Nothing’s gonna happen to us.” Your sweet voice calmed him while your thumbs stroked his cheekbones. 

“Ok, ok,” he agreed, “I’m sorry.” 

You shook your head and stood up to take a seat at his side, pulling him into your arms. “Don’t be,” you giggled. 

Not long after, the Ferris wheel began to move, bringing Jake to the sweet sweet ground. “I never thought I’d see you again,” he grinned as he looked at the dark asphalt that was illuminated by the vibrant lights. You held his hand while Wendy and Tommy ran up to their mom to tell her all about Jake’s freak-out at the top. Their little giggles and pointing made Jake grimace.

“That’s the screamin’ I heard!” LeAnn cackled, nearly doubling over with laughter. “Oh, Jakey. Yer never gonna live that one down, wait till I tell mama.” She took her kids by the hand and led them away, leaving you and Jake by yourselves. 

You looked up at his strong features, the color still drained from his face. “Need a moment, big guy?” you asked playfully, patting his back. 

“Yeah,” he rasped out before leading you into an alleyway. 

He pressed his back against the wall and took in a deep breath, the smell of hay and fried food was oddly soothing. You leaned up against the other side with your arms crossed, a slight smile on your face as you watched him calm down. 

“I‘m sorry, Darlin’, I don’t know what came over me,” his voice was calmer as he apologized, his hand reaching for you. Nodding, you took it and allowed him to wrap you up in his strong arms. 

“It was a little funny, I’ll admit. I will be telling this story when I'm super drunk at the Hard Deck,” you told him, playfully jabbing him with your finger. He formed a toothy grin that always made you weak in the knees and put his strong hands on your hips. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” he teased, leaning in. 

“Oh, I would, Lieutenant,” you retorted before kissing him.

[harinezumiko]

Lookit these fine pearls, how does @corgigem put up with me? A mystery for the ages, truly.

Three very cute pearls from our RP--Sweet Pea, Bugsy, and Lavender Candy! And Bugsy already needs a costume change, especially next to his sisters, whoops.

Sweets and Bugsy are twins, from a release that tried to recapture the magic of a much more limited, more popular run, which included Lavender Candy! ...Only the twins are flawed. And it turns out the second run was less popular. And initial owner roulette was not great.

Sweet Pea has a terrible memory while Bugsy's social skills are extremely un-pearl-like, and Lavender Candy is the "perfect" high end augmented pearl neither of them was made to be.

Sweets and Lavender formerly shared an owner, but now Lavender has been repossessed by someone who isn't an idiot squandering her abilities by making her work retail.

[karmic-vibes]

Two of Us

4 - Not Arriving, On Our Way Back Home

cw: implied mentions of rape

1987

Eddie ran down the stairs, wrapping the teenager in a warm embrace. Tears were brought to everyone’s eyes, Will excluded, as they saw the man who had been dead for over a year standing before them. Dustin was sobbing into Eddie’s chest, seemingly never wanting to let him go.

“I thought you died,” Dustin cried.

“Well, I didn’t, little man.”

“How, uh… how?” Steve bumbled.

“I don’t even fully know, man.” Eddie broke away from Dustin and quickly embraced Steve.

“I can try to explain it. Well, explain what I know. So, I don’t know how he got back from wherever the hell you guys were, but I was still in California with my daughter, and I got a call saying a family member of mine in Hawkins was in the hospital as a John Doe. His face was all bloody and distorted, his body was all chewed up… the only reason they knew he was related to me was because they did some blood-typing and matched him to my blood. Thankfully, they already had me in the system from when I gave birth.”

“How did he immediately not get arrested?” Dustin asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie was wanted for murder.”

“Oh, that—yeah, we didn’t use his real name.”

“What?” Steve hummed.

“Do I have to spell everything out for you guys? God. I called our uncle and told him to claim Eddie as his son, not his nephew. We told the hospital staff that his name was Joseph Munson.”

“Perks of having a generic middle name,” Eddie chuckled.

“That’s something I’ll literally never forgive pops for. Fucking ‘Claire Josephine Munson’ absolutely stupid.”

“I like it,” Robin shrugged.

“Well, you’d be the first. Our dad just needed us to have similar names because we’re twins. Mom thought it was asinine, but she agreed to giving us similar middle names—Joseph and Josephine. But, uh, yeah… when he got better, he was released into Wayne’s care, but Eddie had too much PTSD from the trailer, so now he’s here with me.”

“Well, that explains the buzzed head.”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie sighed as he rubbed his shaven head. “I keep trying to convince Claire to let me grow it out again, but-”

“I told you, for the millionth time, I’m not going to prison for harboring a wanted ‘criminal’—even if you were wrongly accused, they don’t give a shit. The fucking hair stays short.”

“They already declared me dead, so not like it matters much.”

“He’s right,” Robin said.

“What do you mean?” Claire asked.

“If he was declared dead, and there’s a death certificate, then you’re no longer a wanted criminal. All charges become null and void when the person charged dies.”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah! I’m growing my hair out again!” Eddie laughed as he stuck his tongue out at his sister.

“I literally hate you.”

“Awe, c’mon, you love me.”

“Unfortunately,” Claire said, rolling her eyes, “I’m happy for you, stupid.”

“Mommy?” the little one whispered.

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“My homework is all done. Can you please check it for me?”

“Yeah, of course. Excuse me, guys.” Claire walked off to the dining room table with her daughter, going over the grade-school work.

“So, Munson, you’re a free-man—what are you gonna do?” Steve asked.

“Get my band back together, duh.”

“Really?” Dustin raised a brow, “not graduate?”

“Actually Henderson…” Eddie ran upstairs to his room, returning shortly after with a framed piece of paper. “Turns out, dying’s got some perks.” Eddie smiled proudly as he presented his (honorary) high school diploma to everyone.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes, fucking way! What’d I tell you, huh? ’86, baby… my fucking year.”

“Proud of you, man,” Steve said.

“Thanks, big boy.”

“Why do both you and your sister call me that? I-I mean, what’s the point?”

“To see you get flustered,” Claire smirked, “oh, Eddie, Edie’s ready for her lessons.”

“That’s my cue.”

“No way you named your daughter ‘Edie’,” Steve said.

“Only after the best,” Eddie smiled proudly.

“But… why?”

“I almost sorta died during labor. Eddie gave me a pep talk and never left my side until I woke up… as a thank you, I agreed to name my kid after him.”

“And her father didn’t have an issue with that?” Steve asked.

“He, uh… he doesn’t even know she exists.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t be. You of all people, don’t be.”

“Why me of all people?” Steve raised a brow and crossed his arms.

“Yeah, Claire,” Eddie started, “why him of all people?”

“Don’t you have a guitar lesson to be giving a five-year-old?”

“But-”

“Go before she gets angry. She’s fucking terrifying when she’s angry.”

“Fine,” Eddie sighed.

He walked off to the dining room to collect his niece for her daily guitar lesson. The two made their way into the basement, that Claire had professionally soundproofed, and would then be missing for the better part of an hour.

“That little thing gets angry?” Robin pointed.

“It’s far and few between, but yeah, and I swear, you see your life flash before your eyes every time it happens.”

“So, Claire,” Steve interjected, “why me of all people?”

“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to hate me.”

“Sure,” Steve shrugged.

“I was already pregnant when I slept with you.”

“Okay? And that matters because?”

“I was trying to use you as a scapegoat…”

“Are you fucking serious!” he yelled, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I realized what I was doing was wrong and I stopped! I was barely fifteen and fucking terrified, can you blame me?”

“You shouldn’t have gotten knocked up, then! Or-Or at least know who the fucking dad is instead of trying to ruin someone else’s life!”

Claire stood in her home in disbelief. Her jaw hung slack as tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. Her chest became heavy as the air around her suddenly became thick. She struggled to breathe. Her cheeks heated up in anger and embarrassment—it took everything in her not to scream.

“Get out of my house,” she eventually whispered.

“Claire-” Dustin started.

“All of you, out!”

“What? Can’t eat what you serve? Y-You know, I was super excited to see you, to reconnect and hopefully build something here, but now all I see is a massive bullet I dodged.”

“I know who the dad is, asshole…” Claire spat, holding back tears. “I just didn’t want it to be him… I would have taken anyone, but him… I wanted my daughter to have a father because I didn’t want her to grow up like me, but I couldn’t stand the thought of talking to him again. I didn’t want, and honestly still can’t, tell Edie who her dad is… not because I don’t know, but because I think it would physically kill me to see him again.”

“Then why did you ever date him?” Dustin asked.

“I didn’t.”

“Okay, then why sleep with him?”

Claire sniffed as she pursed her lips and quickly wiped away a tear that fell from her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach as she anxiously tapped her foot and looked to the floor.

Her voice broke, “who ever said I wanted to?”

[samkat10423]

Cordial Sisters and more

As you all probably know, Tedhi did a make-over of Jamie Jolina’s house – an Asian-inspired, chalet-styled, Tudor ranch. Yeah, EA is weird. Anyway, I moved Jamie into that little trailer home Tedhi did over by Erin Kennedy. (That’s supposed to be for the lower income Sims). So Jamie’s old house was vacant in my game. After bulldozing the original, I plunked down Tedhi’s reno, then moved in two sisters.

And here they are! While looking for Sims with interesting back-stories to move into town, I came across TS2 Cordial sisters from Belladona Cove. They were supposed to be older versions of the Pleasant girls; with one being a Miss Goody-two-shoes and the other a devil girl.

Luckily for me, since I hate creating Sims from scratch – unless I absolutely have to – one of our lovely Tumblers is making a series of Sims that she has been sharing with all of us. So, a big thank you to @dreamsongsims, for your two sisters! They are super cute!

At first, I was just going to plunk them into the game, but after reading the bio that EA did on the Cordial sisters, I realized that I had to take them into CAS afterall, because the originals dreamsongsims created are nice, sweet, little Sims. And the Cordial sisters weren’t – nice, that is. Well, the Angela-wannabe, is supposed to be, but I never liked Angela, so yes, she always had an under-lying nasty streak to her. One of those ‘mean girls’. Anyway, I used dreamsongsims little blonde-haired Sim for the “good” twin – since the description of Samantha Cordial said she literally “glittered” with goodness. (GAG!) And the dark-haired one became the evil twin. The original TS2 Sims both had black hair, but I figured the blonde probably dyes her hair to add to her reputation of goodness. The other one kept her dark hair, but has added blood-red streaks to it. I also tweaked their clothes a bit, since Kimberly is supposed to be an older version of Lilith, and the original Sim was dressed just a bit too nice.

Then, when I moved them into the house – which you can see if you check out Tedhi’s video – I decided to give Miss Goody-goody the bigger room with all the girlie stuff, because Angela got the nicer room in the Pleasant house. I put Kim into the “guest” bedroom, but had to change it a bit because it was just too pretty and pastelly. (And yes, that is a new word). So, I eliminated one bookcase and gave her a dresser she could put her skull on, darkened the walls and the chair cushion, and hung that picture of the ghost walking in the rain. Oh! And that picture by the door is her former boyfriend from college. BTW, these Sims roled the wish for political and education careers. And surprise, surprise! Kim was the one who wanted to mentor young minds, while Miss Goody wanted to join back-stabbing politics. Was surprised by that too.

Then I hopped over to that lot next to the Keatons and placed the new academy. I only made a few changes to this lot – because I really, really liked it the way Tedhi created it. In the dining area, I added those tea sets that I think, Sandy over on Around the Sims 3, did. That way, Sims can actually have tea in this “tea room.”

Then by the entrance, I added that screen, and that kung fu picture. And the rug.

Then – in Tedh’s hidden room – I removed all the kitchen stuff she had there, and made it into a meditation room. And viola! I was done.

Then I went over to the Doo Peas lot she did, and placed a satellite dish on the business office roof – just because. I also deleted one of the parking spaces out back and used that news van that MsPoodle created. Inside, I pretty much left everything alone. 

Well, I did change out some “control desks” outside the broadcast room for those mixer desks Sandy made for her recording studio and added a few deco things. But otherwise, if you’ve seen Tedhi’s video, it’s pretty much as it was.

After I got done there, I ambled over to the Wolff lot and took them into CAS. I’m moving them up to that Shearwater house up on the cliffs. Makes it easier for him to sneak off to meet up with Jamie Jolina and his other girlfriends. And actually, he’s not that bad looking, once you give him a different skin, hair and eyebrows. And get rid of those dorky sideburns. (What were you thinking, EA?!!!)

Anyway, that’s all I managed to get done. Oh well.

[sundove88]

Linkers of The Destruction Kitties (Shonen Jump Power Linkage)

Meet Nefera and Jamilla Ibrahim, twin linkers to Gods of Destruction Beerus and Champa!

They are Los Angeles natives and of Egyptian origin; often worshipping the cat goddess Bastet. They attend Harvey Mudd, and have a hankering for cats. Ironically, actually the reincarnations of Asenath and Fukanya Ibrahim, two priestesses of the goddess Bastet and the linkers to the previous Gods of Destruction (Who I sadly don’t have much info on). But the two of them linked with Beerus and Champa after falling for them as Sphinx Cats wandering their college campus.

Nefera/Asenath Ibrahim (Beerus): “My sister is precious to me- I won’t let her get injured by the forces of evil!” (Feast of The Destruction Goddesses) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Nefera is the older of the twin sisters and is an absolute foodie. She desires to try new recipes and will even go out of her way to spend $50 a day on food just so she can cook it for others. Her overall favorite is donuts, mainly not because of how simple and sweet they are, but the fact they can be eaten on the go and come in many types.

Her guilty pleasure is to watch shows about kitties- and that includes Too Cute, the very show that got her and Jamila into loving cats overall. They even put strays who are wandering around campus up for adoption when they can’t find the owners.

She often does traditional Ancient Egyptian makeup- albeit with eyeliner and modern day eyeshadow instead of harmful chemicals and metals. She even tried it on Beerus as a prank; not to hurt his feelings.

Jamila/Fukanya Ibrahim (Champa): “I’d much rather take care of my sister rather than indulge in divine games.” (Tournament of Goddesses) ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

As the younger twin; Jamila is a big fan of martial arts and tournaments. She spends days in end in the sisters’ dorm room perfecting one of her moves- a flying spin kick that can knock out two birds with one stone.

She is obsessed with bubble tea, especially the butterfly pea variant- the blue color contrasts with her red themed shirt. Nefera, on the other hand, gets the strawberry boba to contrast with her blue outfit.

Jamilla also loves following yoga routines; and thus is sometimes seen with a water bottle and a tank top- albeit with Egyptian inspired patterns to reflect her heritage.

@artisticangel

[twsted-princess]

Since @kitty-is-chilling asked here's some headcanons of Mel and Mizuki's children!!

As you can see they have a lot of kids. All of them take more of Mizu's traits with them possessing fox features or some magical traits. Yukimura and Yui are twins, Yuki is a shape-shifter and Yui possesses ghostly flame ears. The only things the children inherited from Melanie is her eye color and hair.

Hisako is the eldest, having been conceived shortly after the two were wedded and Mel became a consort to the fox queen. When she gets older she works as a shrine maiden for the Isle of Flame's temple since she won't be in line for the throne. Once Mel starts to have more children she helps her mother out taking care of the runts. She's blunt, a bit of a prankster when it comes to shrine duties but loves her family.

Titania is next and she takes the most from Melanie personality wise. She's very doting, sweet and loving. She plays with Mizuki's other younger children and takes up playing the flute. Her and Hisako are close as she's the one who Sako won't be lightly rude to. She also cares for her mothers along with her fathers.

Yukimura and Yui are of course twins, with Yuki being the oldest by five seconds. The two are like peas in a pod and you can always find them together with Yui riding on her brother's shoulders. These two seem the most human but with Yui flaming horns and Yuki's natural ability to shapeshift into whatever he wants they are certainly not human. Yuki is a trickster like Hisako but his pranks involve firecrackers and fireworks but no one's gotten hurt.....yet. Yui is more chill, she likes to play hide & seek and swiping snacks under the servants noses. Mostly you can find them playing with temari balls.

Shen might look like he's one of the older children but he's still young. He's always training and looks up to his older brothers. Skilled with martial arts and knife throwing, he's cold and can be mean like his eldest sister. But if you hurt his family then you will see hell flash right before your eyes.

Lastly there is Ajisai and Rosette, the littlest of the children. They aren't twins but they're thicker than thieves. Ajisai is a little rascal, always running around the castle and running into things. She's known for breaking vases and snuggling with her mothers. Rosette is the more sleepy one, she can nap quite literally anywhere or on anyone's lap. She loves soft things and eating snacks while sleeping in the family's garden.

[spnwin-reader]

Maggie & Mary

Same age, probably grew up together, possibly like twins

If Alt Mary is 19 and "Maggie was killed last year, 18 and gone too soon," then Mary and Maggie are the same age. Like sisters, like symbolic twins.

Mary seems more standoffish than Maggie, who seems very warm in the brief glimpse we get of her.

Aside// Mary is good-hearted and people warm up to her, but Dean's also a lot more naturally warm than Mary. Dean and Mary are not one-to-one caricatures of each other. :-)

///

Is Maggie from Samuel's side or Deanna's side?

Samuel is from a hunting family, so I think it's very possible that she's a Campbell. I get the impression that, given Deanna's absence is LOUD, it's likely that Deanna and Maggie were extremely close, so it could be a curveball, that she's from Deanna side.

//Aside -OR- Deanna was the one who gave the killing blow to the demon possessing Maggie (and thus Maggie herself).

Anyway, Maggie seems to have been living with Samuel, Deanna, and Mary and apart of their family hunts and breakfast/meal routine. Likely, something happened to her parents and she'd been with them for some time.

Aside//Samuel was shown to hunt with family in SPNprime season 6, and he was very concerned for Christian Campbell when he thought Crowley had possessed him (and learned that the demon had in fact, picked him off early). "Bring back my nephew!" Christian is Samuel's cousin, twice removed. This shows that the Campbell family was large and close-knit at one time.

///

Maggie...queer?

She was close to Lata and appears to have possibly been queer, if Lata's nickname of Sweet Pea and the symbology of the bracelet is to be read into: Maggie hid the "truth/dark secret" bracelet with her Toastettes stash in a tin that used to contain rat poison. (Mary was surprised Maggie never told her about the bracelet.)

At 18, maybe she hadn't quite come to terms with being out yet.

[7r0773r]

A Children’s Bible by Lydia Millet

At that time in my personal life, I was coming to grips with the end of the world. The familiar world, anyway. Many of us were.

Scientists said it was ending now, philosophers said it had always been ending.

Historians said there'd been dark ages before. It all came out in the wash, because eventually, if you were patient, enlightenment arrived and then a wide array of Apple devices.

Politicians claimed everything would be fine. Adjustments were being made. Much as our human ingenuity had got us into this fine mess, so would it neatly get us out. Maybe more cars would switch to electric.

That was how we could tell it was serious. Because they were obviously lying.

We knew who was responsible, of course: it had been a done deal before we were born.

I wasn't sure how to break it to Jack. He was a sensitive little guy, sweet-natured. Brimming with hope and fear. He often had nightmares, and I would comfort him when he woke up from them—dreams of hurt bunnies or friends being mean. He woke up whimpering "Bunny Bunny!" Or "Donny! Sam!”

The end of the world, I didn't think he'd take it so well. But it was a Santa Claus situation. One day he'd find out the truth. And if it didn't come from me, I'd end up looking like a politician. (p. 27)

***

If you could be nothing, you could also be everything. Once my molecules had dispersed, I would be here forever. Free.

Part of the timeless. The sky and the ocean would also be me.

Molecules never die, I thought.

Hadn't they told us that in chemistry? Hadn't they said a molecule of Julius Caesar's dying breath was, statistically speaking, in every breath we took? Same with Lincoln. Or our grandparents.

Molecules exchanging and mingling, on and on. Particles that had once been others and now moved through us.

"Evie!" said Jack. "Look! I found a sand dollar!"

That was the sad thing about my molecules: they wouldn't remember him. (pp. 36-37)

***

On the second day it was discovered that the twins were missing. Their parents hadn't noticed before, figuring they were with us. The mother's bottom lip was so chewed up from the Ecstasy it had swollen halfway down her chin.

Jack and Shel went looking and found Kay. She was sleeping in the fishing shed, surrounded by small rodent skeletons and junk-food wrappers. It was curious, Jack said: the skeletons were fresh.

As far as we knew, she was a picky eater who usually insisted on white bread with cold cuts. On the other hand, her mouth was smeared with what looked a lot like dried blood. She smelled rancid.

Don't ask, was our approach. We marched her back to her parents.

There was no sign of her sister. (pp. 80-81)

***

"They say God in the book, said Jack. "But me and Shel figured it out. God's a code word. We figured it out!"

"Do tell, said Jen.

"They say God but they mean nature."

Shel signed.

"And we believe in nature," Jack interpreted.

"OK,” said Terry. "How about Isaac and Abraham? Was it nature that told a guy he had to knife his son to death?" Shel signed a bunch more. He stood up, agitated.

"Nature gets misinterpreted," said Jen. "Shel says."

"Plus it's a story," added Jack. "Things are symbols." (p. 87)

***

The headlight shut off and the front doors of the van opened. Burl and Luca got out. David flicked on a flashlight. Duffels and sleeping bags were unloaded. I was relieved and not sure why—maybe because that was all.

Just the four of them. No parents had come along.

I felt a new rush of dizziness, looking at the ones who'd returned. Behind them, hazy, I thought I could see the absent parents when I squinted. The night blurred. Or maybe just the shapes of them, their effigies. Or no, it wasn't them, I realized—was it?

It was them and not them, maybe the ones they'd never been. I could almost see those others standing in the garden where the pea plants were, feet planted between the rows. They stood without moving, their faces glowing with some shine a long time gone. A time before I lived. Their arms hung at their sides.

They’d always been there, I thought blearily, and they'd always wanted to be more than they were. They should always be thought of as invalids, I saw. Each person, fully grown, was sick or sad, with problems attached to them like broken limbs. Each one had special needs.

If you could remember that, it made you less angry.

They'd been carried along on their hopes, held up by the chance of a windfall. But instead of a windfall there was only time passing. And all they ever were was themselves.

Still they had wanted to be different. I would assume that from now on, I told myself, wandering back into the barn. What people wanted to be, but never could, traveled along beside them. Company. (pp. 139-40)

***

"So if God stands for nature, then Jesus stands for science. That's why they call Jesus God's son. It doesn't mean actual son. God doesn't have sperm."

"Goodness! You know the birds and bees!"

"Darla. He's not in kindergarten," I said.

"It just means science comes from nature. See?" (p. 142)

***

"What happens at the end?" Jack asked me.

He was sick by then, but I was going to make sure he got better. Whenever I wasn’t at his bedside, I was researching symptoms and diagnoses. How to repurpose the medicines we had. Home remedies.

I wished the angels were still with us. Luca. And Mattie.

Or even the owner. Descending in her black chariot. Where was the owner when we needed her most? 

Still I was dedicated. If it was the only fine thing I ever did, the single worthwhile thing, one day he'd be all right again.

"The end of what, Jack?"

"You know. The story. After the chaos time? It wasn't in my book. But all books should have a real ending."

"They should."

"She said the real end wasn't even in the kids' version. She said it wasn't nice. Too violent. She said that children couldn't handle relevation."

"I think she said Revelation."

"So what happens after the end?"

"Let me think. Hold on a minute. I'm thinking."

"Think better, Evie."

"OK. Slowness, I bet. New kinds of animals evolve. Some other creatures come and live here, like we did. And all the old beautiful things will still be in the air. Invisible but there. Like, I don't know. An expectation that sort of hovers. Even when we're all gone."

"But we won't be there to see them. We won't be here. It hurts not to know. We won't be here to see!"

He was agitated.

I held his hot hand.

"Others will, honey. Think of them. Maybe the ants. The trees and plants. Maybe the flowers will be our eyes."

"Flowers don't have eyes. That's like something Darla would say. It's not science, Evie."

"You're right. It's more like art. Poetry. But it still comes from what they used to call God, doesn't it?"

"What they used to call God, he murmured.

He was happiest when I was there talking to him, but he was getting so tired in those days. So very tired.

"You had it in your notebook, right? You wrote it down yourself, didn't you."

"I wrote it down."

"I think you solved it, Jack. In your notebook. Jesus was science. Knowing stuff. Right? And the Holy Ghost was all the things that people make. You remember? Your diagram said making stuff.'

"Yes. It did."

"So maybe art is the Holy Ghost. Maybe art is the ghost in the machine."

"Art is the ghost."

"The comets and the stars will be our eyes," I told him.

And I went on. The clouds the moon. The dirt the rocks the water and the wind. We call that hope, you see. (pp. 222-24)

[typewriterstorys]

Miss Winchester

Prologue

A women in a long white nightgown comes into a room that looks like a nursery. Her name is Mary Winchester. In her arms are her was her four years old son Dean Winchester.

"Come on let's say goodnight to your brother and sister" Mary said turning on the lights.  Then putting dean down.

Dean walked over to the first crib in the room.

"Good night sam" Dean said kissing his little brother Sam Winchester one the head. The going over to the second crib and saying "Goodnight Lia" he said kissing his little sister on the head like ehe did with Sam. Her real name was Eliana. But they called her Lia or Ellie for short. Sometimes calling her  Sweet pea.

"Good Night love" Mary said kissings sam on the head. Then going over to her daughter. "Good night sweet pea"

"Hey Dean" Mary heard from behind her. She turned around and there standing was John Winchester.

"Daddy" Dean yelled running to his father.

"Hey Buddy"  John said back to his son picking him up "What do you think. think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet" He asked dean.

"No Daddy" Dean answered back.

Mary left Eliana crib and went over to them.

"You got him" Mary asked her husband.

"I got him" John said back to his wife Hugging dean close to him.

"Sweet dream sam" John said looking at sam the turning to look at Eliana "Sweet Dream Lia" John said before Turing off the light of the nursery. Then leaving.

Mary was awaken to sam crying over the baby monitor. She sighed as she turned on the lamp next to her.

"John" Mary said in a sleepy voice. But there was no responses. Mary looked behind her to see John was not there.  Mary sighed and got up to go see what was wrong with Sam. She did not seem to notice that fact that the baby monitor was acting funky.

Mary walked across the hall to the Nursery to see John standing over Sam's crib.

"John is he hungry" Mary asked

"Shh" John said not looking back at her.

Okay" Mary said making her way to the her room. but was stopped when she noice a light flickering above a photo. She went down toes what was wrong.

Mary tapped on it too see what was wrong. It stopped after a few times of her tapping.

"Hmm " Mary said the was about to walk back to her bedroom. But stopped when she heard the tv. Mary went over to the stairs and made her way down them.

When she got to the last steps. She saw John sitting in the living room asleep with the tv on. Mary quickly ran upstairs. Who was in the nursery?If John was in the living room?

"Sammy. Lia" she said trying to get to her children.

When she got to the room. What

she saw made for freeze. then she screamed.

Which woke up John.

"Mary" John yelled getting out of his seat and running up the stairs. "Mary" John yelled again pushing open the door to the Nursery. To find no one in there but the twins.

"Hey Sammy" John said "Okay" he said. Then a something fell next to Sam's head. John went to see what it was. Then a red drop fell on his hand.

John looked up to see where it came from. He then fell to the floor in shock.

On the ceiling was Mary. With big cut across her stomach. Her mouth was hanging open like it was stuck from her screaming.

"No. Mary" John yelled

Then from Marys back. A fire started. Both of the twins were crying now.

John quickly got himself up. Grabbed Sam.

" Daddy" Dean said from the hallway.

" Take your brother outside as fast as you can" John said handing sam too Dean.

"What about Ellie " Dean asked

"I will get her. Now Dean go. Don't look back"John said " Go Dean Go" He said then going back not the nursery to get his daughter.

He got there just in time the fire was abut to get her. John looked back up at the ceiling.

"Mary" he yelled as his wife body was sweep up by the flames.

John ran out of the house and picked up Dean well hold Eliana his the other hand.

"I gotta" John said to his kids looking back at the fire. As it exploded through the windows. 

One of the neighbors had called the fire company. Who was now trying to stop the fire. Also keeping some teenagers who wanted to see away.

The Winchester were all sitting on Johns 1967 Chevy Impala. John was hold sam. Dean had Lia in his hands.

John looked up at the burning house and the fire fighters. with a looked off revenge in his eyes.

[alexsfictionaddiction]

5 Anti-Valentine’s Reads

While I hope you all have a lovely Valentine’s Day full of cosy, warm vibes, I know that it isn’t always a happy day for everyone. For some of us, it can be a time to plunge into the dark depths of toxic relationships and delight in the twisted side of love. It’s a time for gloomy, strange reads that will give your mind a workout and may even have you screaming in rage as you throw its pretty cover across the room. Here are some rather thrilling reads dressed in cute covers but beware -they aren’t quite as cute on the inside! 

-Love, Alex x

The One by John Marrs.

With just a simple mouth swab, Match Your DNA can find your soulmate and ten years on, everyone is using it to find love. But it’s not all sunshine and wedding bells, as the app has caused thousands of relationships to end and the dating scene is almost non-existent. As five different people receive their matches, they’re about to find out whether true love is really about to fall into their lap. I was blown away by this twisty thriller, full of shocking reveals and characters that I really cared about. I honestly couldn’t put it down!

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala.

Mars’ twin sister Caroline died in horrible circumstances after running away from the summer camp that she attended every year and Mars is desperate to know what happened to her. Returning to Aspen Conservancy Summer Academy, where he shook things up a few years before, genderfluid Mars uncovers the outdated, dangerous toxicity lurking beneath the sunny, fun-filled surface. Mars’ focus is on The Honeys, Caroline’s friends who he is certain is behind her death but there is something much older festering in the camp that threatens to destroy everything. This heady YA horror had me very unsettled and convinced I had it all worked out. Hint: I didn’t!

Blood Sugar by Sascha Rothchild.

Ruby is a killer but ironically, she didn’t do the murder that she is now being accused of. Sadly, neither the police nor the public believe her. Now it’s time for Ruby to reflect on how her life has brought her to this point and how she can possibly prove her innocence this time. I love a protagonist who is undoubtedly severely flawed but is somehow very easy to root for and that’s exactly how I felt about Ruby. This deliciously dark, sugar-free treat will have you turning pages like crazy!

Sweet Pea by C. J. Skuse.

Rhiannon’s past contains a horrific crime but she has now moved on. While her job isn’t the most satisfying, she does have a lovely boyfriend, a dog and a completely normal life. Oh, and a second life as a serial killer. I adore this series of thrillers, following one of the most relatable murderers of all time. With so much dark humour and a healthy dose of eye-watering kills, the Sweet Pea books are an absolute must for lovers of dark fiction.

So Happy For You by Celia Laskey.

Robin and Ellie have been best friends forever but Robin is vehemently against anything to do with traditional weddings. So, when Ellie asks Robin to be her maid of honour, Robin reluctantly agrees out of loyalty. However, as the wedding approaches, some strange things start happening and Robin is convinced that the whole bridal party has something against her. This dark comedy casts a scathing eye over the wedding industry and illustrates the messiness of female friendship while being covered in campy larks. You can’t get more anti-Valentine’s than this!

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Summer Sublet 

Drip drip. My eyes jolt open as I am greeted by the tranquil pitter patter of rain outside my fogged window. It hasn't rained all summer in New York since I moved here. My mom and I found this three story apartment to sublet for summer. I guess the girl before didn’t think to mention the leak in the ceiling. 

“Bing - Did you see the rain sweetie? Can’t wait to catch up after my show tonight. XX mom” 

I hate that she signs her texts like I dont have her name in my phone. Like the whole world doesn't know who she is. I stumble into the kitchen about 10 feet from my bed in my studio, to find a pot that's not covered in yesterday's ramen to put under the leak. 

“Bing - Did you see this?'' Laura, my older sister, always scours the internet for articles on our moms Broadway shows. “Margaret - the forever 20 something”  there's a film photo next to the article of a young Margaret smoking a cigarette outside a club in manhattan. She’s oozing elegance and sex appeal. My mother is the sweetest, yet most selfish woman you will ever meet. Her ex boyfriend used to say she looks like a combination of Jennifer Aniston and Marilyn Monroe. As much as I hated him…He was right. I never knew if people loved her or were afraid of her, I don’t really know where I land on that either. Laura definitely loves her. They get along like 2 peas in a pod. Laura just moved to Paris to be a dancer with the Moulin rouge. Anytime we facetime, they go off like twin flames about show biz. After a few OMG’s and gasps I start falling asleep to their voices. It's become a sort of ritual for me to sleep. I still don’t know if they notice.

“ I didn’t but nice” I replied. There's so many articles out there like this. But this picture of her looks a little like me. But she’s much prettier I think. 

“Fuck is it 7 already”. I pull on a different version of the same outfit I wear every day like a zombie, grab my purse and run to the elevator. 

“ What floor are you going to ?” a shy voice from behind me says. I turn my frazzled self to see a tall, lanky boy. 

“Uhh the bottom floor… main floor..uhh Lobby..”

Oh god is that what I look like? It always trips me out how I can see 1000 of me with the 360 degree  mirrors in here. 

God why is he so handsome? He must be new. He politely pushes the button without acknowledging my clumsy chatter. The elevator smells like sweet cigarettes. Similar to the smell that wafts from my window. 

“ Do you live in the building?” I ask, trying to hide my giddyness. Obviously he lives here… why else would he be in the elevator Phoebe.

“ Yeah I live in 3b, you?” 

“ Nahh, I'm just a squatter.” I joke back 

“ Ahh got a little criminal in the building, do we?” 

“ Yeah that's me the criminal in 3C”

“ Oi were neighbours? How come I never see you on the balcony ?”

“ The balcony?” I question back, I do not have a balcony.

“ Yeah, outside your window there's a little fire escape. I have a smoke out there every night”. His voice was so low, he looked away, like I might judge him for smoking. 

“ Ohhh yeah my mom told me not to open the window. She's a little paranoid, you know? ‘Stranger danger’”.I say mockingly. 

“ Ahh well I’m Elijah” he reaches out his hand. 

“ Phoebe. Nice to meet you” I shake his hand and little sparks go up my arm. 

“ Well, maybe open your window more, now that I am not a stranger, Phoebe” the elevator opens and he walks out not turning around to say goodbye.

[c-rowlesdraws]

Sweet Pea is so nice, how did she get so nice?? Are her parents nice too? Does she have any siblings? Are THEY nice?!? How big is the family and how nice are every one of them please

Why is Sweet Pea so nice? She just is! It's her personality. Her whole clan is pretty chill, overall. They're self-sufficient and live in a nice valley with plenty of natural resources and good hunting, so they don't need to aggressively compete with each other or anyone else. There have been violent conflicts with humans and other outsiders in the past, of course, but none in recent memory.

As for her family... I’ve thought up some aspects of her family and background so far, but let’s see what more I can pull together.

Her clan is made up of about a dozen somewhat-interrelated family groups, so technically her extended family is very large. The gnoll language has a lot of different words for family members, specifying things like birth order and gender, all the way into cousins-of-cousins. But for her immediate family…

Sweet Pea’s dad, Vetch, immigrated into the clan from his own, a common custom for young gnoll men. He naturally entered the social hierarchy at the bottom, but made friends easily, including a well-respected hunter named Red Thorn who fell in love with him and took him for a mate. His birth clan was one of the rare ones with regular peaceful (or, at least, tense but neutral) contact with a human town, and he spoke fluent Common; the couple agreed that teaching their children the language would be useful, so Sweet Pea and her siblings were raised bilingual (with some idiosyncrasies that come with being taught by a non-native speaker).

Sweet Pea has two siblings. Her twin sister, Sweet Thorn, was always the more forceful personality, and bullied her mercilessly as a cub (something gnolls consider healthy for siblings), but as they grew up they became very close. She’s loud and bold and an excellent hunter, and already has cubs of her own; Sweet Pea is thrilled to be an aunt and often helps look after them. Sweet Pea’s younger brother, Clover, is softspoken and thoughtful and apprenticed to the clan storyteller, and the family is very proud of him.

Another notable relative is Sweet Pea’s maternal grandmother. She's the chief elder of the clan, and she’s actually pretty scary—you don’t become a gnoll matriarch by being gentle and polite—but she’s a fair leader to her people. Currently, a human settlement (or something like that— those furless humanoids all look fairly alike) is being built uncomfortably close to the borders of the clan’s territory, but rather than risk lives trying to drive them off, she’s cautiously trying to make some kind of mutually-agreeable trade relationship happen. Most of the clan already speaks at least a little Common, partly thanks to that one weird son-in-law of hers, and times are changing… but she still misses the old days when you could just bite someone’s face off and have that be the end of it.

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Main Masterlist

Here is where I will be putting all of my master lists and one shots I’ve written. It has come to my attention that I don’t have one of these yet.

Luke Morrow 

How Could You Know - She took a turn for the worst, sleeping with a drug dealer, then her mother helped her get help. She's now 12 months sober and ready to make something of her life. When someone from her past drops back into her life how will she handle everything thrown at her. Will she go back to her old ways or take a page out of someone else's book to continue on the up and up.

Eric Coulter

Wicked games - Amaya Eaton has always dreamed of being able to run away from her abusive father, with her choosing ceremony will she finally be free of the cold heartless man that rules Abnegation? What will her brother do after he had left her years earlier, will she forgive him? And does she have strong feelings for a certain ruthless dauntless leader?

Seth Clearwater

The Other Swan- what happens when Skylah Swan is thrust head first into the wild lives of the wolves? How will she react to knowing that the tribal histories are in fact real. All she wanted to do when she moved in with Charlie and Bella in Forks was to have a normal life again. Get into the swing of school and finally be able to have the strong bond she once had with Jacob when they were younger. The youngest wolf of the pack puts her normal life in jeopardy but he will do everything in his power to make sure she is safe and loved. And who is Zach?

Stiles Stilinski

Broken- Amya is broken, she wont let anyone in and no one really knows why, her older brother Isaac has left her in Beacon Hills to fend off the supernatural all on her own. But does she really need to do it all on her own? Will she finally let someone in other than Scott? And what happens when Isaac comes back but she wants nothing more to do with him? Will she find love with the man she grew up with or with Scott’s new beta?

Rafe Cameron

Cruel Intentions- based on the song Cruel Intentions by G-Easy and Delacey. Topper Thornton has a twin sister. She and Rafe are hopelessly in love with each other but they dont want to admit it to themselves or each other. Will Maia Thornton finally be able to tell Rafe how she feels or will a fake relationship to piss off her mother take things in the opposite direction.

Accidental- you buy new lingerie and Sarah sends it to Rafe, he then goes crazy with lust and confesses that he’s had feelings for a while.

JJ Maybank

His person- Reader is just having a really shitty day and after a confrontation with Rafe Cameron and blowing up at Kiara, the only person she wants next to her is JJ

Killian Jones

Wildest Dreams- Regina’s biological daughter becomes enslaved by her grandmother Cora.Cora doesnt know who she is but that doesnt stop her from locking her in a cell and using her powers of portal jumping to her advantage when a pirate seemingly comes out of nowhere and rescues her. Will she allow herself to love or will her mothers hatred for everything rub off on her.

Alec Lightwood 

Fate- When I look at him it's like my whole world changes. He is the only thing I can see. With us being shadowhunters, that is not a good thing. He never saw how perfect he was to become head of the New York institute. Always doubted himself, could never take a compliment and never let loose. He was a straight-thinking guy. And yet I was in love with him.

Sweet Pea 

Spitfire- Aurora Andrews seems like the Perfect northsider but what happens when she is thrown into the path of a hot headed serpent. Will she forever be Archie's little sister and hide in his shadow or will she make a name for herself and be who she wants to be?

Ace 

Soul Bonds 

In the quaint town of Horseshoe Bay, Clara Drew works at The Claw, a local restaurant, alongside her sister Nancy. Clara's life takes an intriguing turn when she starts seeing Ace, the restaurant's dishwasher, in a new light. Initially just a background figure in her daily routine, Ace soon becomes a subject of fascination for Clara due to his quiet strength and enigmatic presence.

As Clara and Ace interact more, they develop a seamless, unspoken understanding, moving together in harmony during their shifts. Their connection deepens, and Clara begins to experience vivid visions of past lives where she and Ace are intertwined. These visions reveal a deep bond and a curse that has tied their souls through different eras.

Seeking answers, Clara and Ace, with the help of the Drew Crew - including Nancy, George, Bess, and Nick - embark on a journey to understand these visions.