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johnwickb1tsch · 6 months ago

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Hello, my Gremlin goddess!

11/20/22/25/30, please <3

Thank you Scarlett!!!😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

11. A WIP you’d like to finish

All of them? 😆 Seriously, I have full intentions, I haven’t abandoned any of them. Probably Bittersweet first though, if that makes anyone feel better. 😬😬Then…the Paul Sutton fic. Y’all gotta let me kno how evil Don John’s gonna be!😆 Aaaaand look for this Donaka Mark fic i’m working on soon. ::ducks::

You all make writing in this fandom SO fun, the ideas that bounce around our crazy little circle and the rabid enthusiasm have brought me so much joy these past months. It’s like dumping gasoline on the creativity fire. I work at home on the computer all day. Writing is my little treat during breaks to keep me sane, and there’s nothing id rather be writing right now. From the bottom of my heart, I can’t thank you enough Scarlett, and everyone else too!!!❤️❤️❤️

20. what year did you publish your first fic?

Oh dear…here’s how old Julia is…🤣 Probably 1998-9? It would have been an Anita Blake Vampire Hunter fic. I was 12-13. They were trash. 😬 But I feel like the first *good* fics I published were in the POTC 🏴‍☠️fandom, many years later, c 2015.

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

Not so much writing fanfiction here, because it’s fairly anonymous, and I’ve been so lucky to have found my tribe. Like, I’m not showing my in laws this shit, ya know? 🤣🤣 I haven’t really had any antis come after me, I’m sure it wouldn’t feel good, but i don’t think it would stop me. I really feel like so long as you put adequate warnings on your fics, you can write what you want.

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

does wine count?🍷🍷🤣🤣

i used to travel the world, but now i have old lady hobbies! 😆 I live in the country, i love to garden, flowers & food, & houseplants too. i have a big collection of orchids. I’m an artist, I draw & paint. I have a degree and everything, for what thats worth.🙃 My hobby farm is my other big hobby, I have chickens & ducks and we’re slowly restoring the 100 year old barn and the grounds of the old farm we live on. someday i want goats and highland cattle 🐐🐂🥰🥰🥰

30. share a fic you're especially proud of

oh dear. isn't that like choosing a favorite child? 🤣 Besides Bittersweet…I’m pretty proud of Vino Veritas, the destination wedding frank x reader fic. that grumpy man gives me the FEELS!😭😭😭

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Thank you Scarlett! This was so fun! xoxo🥰🥰🥰

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penwieldingdreamer · 5 years ago

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Love Letters

Thank you so much for reading this story. Here’s the 2nd part of Love Letters for you. Let me know what you think, as well if you want to be tagged in it. As always, have fun and happy reading.

Warnings: none

Words: 1.9K

Part 2

The ship had arrived. Finally he was home and there was nothing he wanted more than to see Betty again. Paul climbed down the landing and looked around at all the people waiting for them. Jimmy turned around and grinned at him. “When did you last see her?”

“Our wedding day, four years ago.” he returned, clapping his friend on the shoulder

Jimmy grinned, turning back to him. “Let me guess, met her on Friday, married on Sunday and shipped out on Monday?”

“Pretty much.” Paul nodded, blinking against the rain falling down.

“Me too.” his fellow soldier admitted. “Ain’t war hell? I bet we don’t even recognize them.”

The dark haired soldier shook his head, knowing it wasn’t true for him. “Oh, na,I’d recognize her anywhere.” Everywhere he looked were the wives of his friends waiting for their husbands, but there was no one waiting for him. No Betty waiting there at the harbor, standing in the rain and taking him back into his arms.

Didn’t he tell her he was coming today?

With a sigh he made his way to the apartment he shared with Betty, hoping she would at least be there and he could get out of his wet clothes. What an amazing reception he had gotten from his wife.

***

Armistead was holding onto William, the baby wailing in his arms as Betty ran after you. The term was over and you needed to get back to Napa Valley. Every year the vineyard would be abuzz with life, every one of the family and workers helping with the harvest.

You were so happy, going back to be with your parents and siblings, your grandparents and everyone that worked at the plantation, but it also meant leaving San Francisco behind and maybe never getting to meet Paul.

"Won't you stay for a little longer? Paul will be coming home and"

"And he will know you haven't been exactly faithful to him." you interrupted, finally fed up with her attitude.

Biting her lip, the red head watched you desperately, trying to decide if she should reach about to you or leave you be, her hands fidgeting as she fought an internal war with herself. "But maybe if you stayed, maybe I could explain it to Paul, tell him the truth about the letters."

"Don't you dare, Betty." you rounded on her with anger, making both Armistead and her take step back from you. A trait you had inherited from your father and that you hated with passion, but now you were thankful that finally your feelings could be shown. "Paul has been nothing but devoted, brave and so absolutely in love with you and you throw it back into his face with him." You glared at her lover, noticing that he held on tightly to their son. "I sincerely hope that your husband will see you for what you are, Betty, and that he will leave you." With that you grabbed your suitcase and left the apartment, not once looking back at the couple.

Making your way down the road, you felt angry tears burn your eyes. She should have been lucky for having such a wonderful husband and yet Betty went and got pregnant from the next best man she found. He was older than her by a few years but had money, something she thought Paul couldn't give her. You came by the hardware store, brushing at the salty remnants on your cheek when you felt your shoulder collide with something hard. Looking up your eyes widened, seeing the man in front of her. His face had been burned into your mind and would never leave you until you died.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” his deep but pleasant voice rumbled as you lost your grip on your suitcase. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The fallen luggage and spread out clothes pulled you back from your thoughts, shaking your head to get rid of any images that your consciousness had conjured up. "I-I no…I'm alright, thank you."

Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. Why did he have to show up now? You felt yourself getting flustered even more when you saw all of your undergarments strewn across the pavement. "I should" you swallowed the lump in your throat. "I should get this all sorted out."

Paul crouched down and took the other clothes, helping you. When he held out one of your chemises, you saw the soft blush on his cheeks and it definitely wasn’t from the cold. Once you had haphazardly put everything back into the case, you sent a quick smile at him, grateful for the help before you left. “Thank you again for the help, I-I really should get going.” You’d never see him again anyway, so what did it matter if you had embarrassed yourself showing Paul your undergarments.

Before he could say anything you had already grabbed your case and were back on your way. He shook his head, finally moving on to get home to his wife who hopefully waited for him at the apartment.

***

Turning the key in the lock, Paul listen to the click with a satisfied sigh, finally home. No more war, no more death, no more fighting. Just him and Betty now. They'd finally start their life, as a real couple with all the things they had planned to do once he was back. With a smile he stepped inside, already imaging how she would greet him.

Would she wear that pot a dot number he wrote in the letter, or something new?

Paul looked around, but he couldn't find Betty anywhere. The kitchen and living room were unoccupied, so he looked in the other rooms, the study had been made into a second bedroom, why he didn't know, but then he heard voices in the master bedroom.

"He will be coming any minute now." That was Betty, she sounded anxious, was she talking to herself? Listening to a record?

"You need to tell him the truth, Betty. You can't hide it forever." It was definitely male, but Paul didn't know she had a brother. His wife had told him she didn't have family, so who was the man?

Opening the door he came face to face with his redheaded wife, holding a baby boy in her arms and a man older than him by a few years.

"Betty?"

A watery smile graced her lips as she walked over to him, one arm tightly around his shoulders. "Paul." she sighed looking up at him. "I-I'm glad you're okay."

"What is the meaning of this?" he pointedly looked at his wife and the man holding onto the baby.

Betty bit her lip, the tears gathered in her eyes threatening to spill over. "Paul." she swallowed. "My dearest Paul, I am so sorry. It-I was lonely. I couldn't bear the thoughts of battle and you not coming home to me."

"So you looked elsewhere?" Paul wasn't angry, he was hurt that he believed to come home to a loving wife and instead found her with a baby and another man.

"I'm sorry, Paul." The redhead moved over to stand with Armistead and her son.

Nodding his head, the soldier moved back to the door, turning to his wife one last time. "I guess it's better if we annulled this marriage, that way we are both happier."

"Paul." Betty called, but was only answered with the silence of his departure.

***

Finally you reached the train station, not wanting to stay another minute in this city. Everyone celebrated, their loved ones back, well for most of them at least. You had seen the newspaper today, the celebration in New York was a few days before and there was this picture of the soldier coming home kissing a nurse. At the thought a sigh left your mouth and you could feel your heart flutter.

Would you have been greeted like that if you had someone in the war?

Would Paul have done that? If you had been his wife and not Betty?

Thankfully the train was already entering the station. Your home was waiting for you, the hills of the vineyard already heavily hung with grapes. You boarded the train and took the first seat you could find, putting your case onto the upper rack. No need to ask someone for help, after all your father had raised you to be independent. Going home would be for the best now, forgetting about the war, love.

Paul.

"Is this seat taken?" a deep voice asked next to you and the first thing you saw was the green of his uniform before your eyes landed on his dark ones.

So much for forgetting about him.

Shaking your head, you held onto yóur bag, putting it in your lap so you wouldn’t have to talk to him. It’s wasn’t like you hated him, but you didn’t want to fall for him only to have to let him go in the end.

Paul put his rucksack onto the rack above, smiling down at you as he seemed to recall you again. “We happen to be going in the same direction, I guess.” he said as he sat down onto his seat.

“If you are going to Sacramento, too, then yes we are.” The corners of your mouth tugged upward.

He grinned at you, the light reflecting in his brown eyes. “I’m not sure yet. Up until today I thought I would be coming home to a wife and start planning our future together but as it is now, she already did that.”

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say that would not reveal the truth that you knew all along. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr”

“Oh, Sutton.” he reached out his hand for you to shake. “Sergeant Paul Sutton of the 7th Infantry Division.”

“Y/N Aragon, it is a pleasure to meet you.” You smiled at him as he took of his jacket. “So, you’re a war hero it seems.”

Shrugging, Paul leaned back in the seat. “I’m not sure if I really am, I just want to start over now. What are you going to do in Sacramento?”

“Ah, I’m not going to go there directly.” you answered, pulling the blue jacket you wore over your dress off your shoulders. “My family owns a vineyard in Napa Valley, I’ll be going there for the harvest.”

He cocked his head, interest coloring his words. “A vineyard, it sounds like a dream.”

“It is, I assure you. Rolling hills of grape vines and the best wine you’ll taste in all of your life.” You had closed your eyes while talking about your home and Paul could see the love and passion just from this action.

“I will have to visit you once to make sure you are telling the truth then.”

You nodded eagerly, not sure if you really wanted him to spend more time with you when you still had that secret held over your head. “You really need to come.” Looking out at the landscape that flew by the window you got lost in thought again.

If Paul would ever find out about the letters you had sent, could he forgive you?

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selphiealmasy8 · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: A Walk in the Clouds (1995) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sgt Paul Sutton/Me, Sgt Paul Sutton/Victoria Aragon Characters: Sgt Paul Sutton, Me, Victoria Aragon Additional Tags: Love Stories, Love, Self-Insert, Self-Indulgent, 1940s, Post-World War II, Chocolate, Distrust, Overweight, Weight Issues, Romance, Healing, Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Superstition, Waiting, fortune, luck, Tests, Salesmen, St. Patrick's Day, Marriage Proposal Series: Part 30 of Yes, I Really Am This Pathetic! Summary:

Bad luck follows Sgt Paul Sutton around like a shadow: inescapable and always present. First, after returning from World War II his wife no longer loved him. Second he fell in love with a pregnant woman, Victoria Aragon, whose family ran a vineyard in Napa Valley. Thinking he had found true love and peace there, this belief was destroyed when Victoria chose the returning father of her unborn child over him.

When the ex soldier knocks on my door, a fellow unlucky in love loser, I don't purchase a box of chocolates from him only to have Sutton bursts into tears on my doorstep. I let the poor salesman stay with me for as long as he desires, and to see if Victoria might change her mind, but when he ends up desiring me, I begin to question if the man's luck has improved because I love him back.

Or if my luck is remaining as poor as ever because Paul Sutton is only on the rebound and mistaking gratitude for affection.

I decide to give Paul a simple test to see if our love is a cruel trick of fate or if the last piece of chocolate isn't so unlucky after all...

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penwieldingdreamer · 5 years ago

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Love Letters

So another series for you guys, though it’s going to be a shorter one. I couldn’t help myself but Keanu Reeves as Paul Sutton is just...yeah, who can say NO to a man in uniform.

Warnings: slight angst

Words: 2,4k

September, 28th 1944

Dearest Betty,

Today has been a long and weary day. I ache to see you and feel the coolness of your silky skin. I can't seem to forget how much I love caressing your beautiful feet, they have the sweet fragrance of early morning dew. Everyday, I think about what you are wearing. Maybe that red and white pot a dot number you wore on our second anniversary. Or perhaps nothing at all. By the way, I verified with the two sisters that night. The nights are so cold. I can hardly sleep with the sounds of war around me.

I miss you desperately. I long for you every minute of every hour.

Yours forever

Paul

You had been reading the letter over and over again. The redhead named Betty, who was the original owner of this letter was giggling, cozying up to yet another man she had found at the college.

Armistead Knox was a psychology professor who earned his money with self help and language courses for women. Who'd have thought of that happening. Biting her lip, Betty looked over to you, her eyes glittering with mirth as she felt his lips moving along her neck.

"Shouldn't you answer your husband's letter?" you questioned, holding the piece of paper up for her to see.

She grinned, pushing her lover's face away from her cleavage. "Oh but you do such a wonderful job, my dear. Besides your penmanship is nicer than mine."

Rolling your eyes at your roommate you left her sitting on the couch. Maybe she'll get Herpes for cheating on her husband. You couldn't understand why though. Just from reading his letters you knew he was a wonderful man - brave, honest and so very in love with a wife he knew for no more than a day. Sighing you sat down at your desk, you took the pen your grandfather had gifted to you before you left for college and looked down at the piece of paper.

What could you answer?

Something to lift his spirits, something to tell him his wife was doing fine?

October, 14th 1944

My dearest Paul,

I miss you each and every day until you come back to me. The seasons in San Francisco have changed, autumn is near and I wished you could see it, the colors of the leaves as I imagine walking beside you among the trees. Each night I long to be in your arms, safe and loved, away from the world outside, where there is only you and me.

I do wear that number a lot, husband, thinking of you when you come home to me. I picture you in your uniform, proudly fighting against our enemies.

Take care and come back to me

Forever yours

Betty

Your heart ached when you had to sign with her name, but you promised you would help her, having been her roommate for a year now. She had been head over heels in love with Paul, but when he left the next day with his infantry, Betty was heartbroken though her feelings instantly changed when you offered to write her letters to him. At first she would tell you what to say and listen to you reading them out aloud for her, giggling at his declarations of love and how much he missed her. But now her response to him was like a chore for her. She started seeing other men, not wanting to think of her husband fighting in the war.

The thumping on the wall and the loud mewls of your roommate and her lover pulled you out of your thoughts. You needed to get out of here or you might burst from anger, doing something you would regret in the end. Your abuela Guadalupe always told you to never let rage rule your hand, it might destroy something good in the long run.

Paul didn't deserve any of this, the woman that didn't really love him nor the life at war from which he might never return.

***

November, 15th 1944

My dearest Betty,

This morning I awoke… With your name on my lips and a picture of you in my heart. Each day we are apart is torture and joy, torture because you are not in my arms. Joy because it is one less day to wait and see you and caress you once again as I did the beautiful moments we had together in San Francisco when we said I do. I'll never forget the day we met the wonderful smile you were wearing and those gorgeous gams.

As the bombs explode around my far hole I fight on and on with my good friends at my side protecting me and I them, but it is still impossible to not think about you, but having to put my thoughts away I write…. Adieu my love

Forever yours

Paul

December, 17th 1944

My dearest Paul,

It has grown colder, Christmas is drawing near and I desperately wished you would be here to celebrate it with me. I miss your smile, remembering it fondly when I look down at the sign of our promise.

Each morn I wake, hoping to hear news of the end of war, but there is no word.

The talk of fighting raises fear in me and I pray that you are safe and will come back to me, even as half a man, but alive.

One less day until you are home, in my arms, my love, it is all we have.

Stay safe.

Forever yours

Betty

***

"Oh come on, Y/N, don't be such a sour puss." Betty slurred, hanging onto Armistead with a broad smile on her red painted lips. "It's new years eve, you should celebrate."

But you couldn't. Instead you thought of Paul, so far away from his home fighting against the enemy. Was he safe? Was he hurt? Maybe the next letter you - Betty received would be from his infantry leader, telling her he was sorry for her loss. She would probably celebrate, not having to divorce him.

Shaking your head, you grabbed your coat and left the party wanting to be away from her. You only needed to wait until the following summer and you could get back to your family. Napa Valley was your home, a vineyard owned by your family for generations. Thinking about them you felt the ache in your heart, wanting to be the child that sat on your grandfather's lap listening to his stories about wine, tradition… And love.

Betty had been in love, at the beginning, but now she didn't even want to know about her husband. All she wanted was to be Mrs Knox, and if the changes of her body were anything to go by she'd be a mother sooner than she wanted. Never in your life could you imagine having a child by another man, when the one you promised yourself to was risking his own life to protect freedom. You breathed out a sigh and took a nightly walk, watching the couples celebrate even though the war was still looming in the back of their minds. The night was chilly but nowhere near as cold as New York where you had once visited your older sister with your parents. That time around Christmas there was so much snow, you couldn't believe your eyes when you gazed at the fluffy whiteness on the ground. Pete, your younger brother was going to be in college next year, he was so excited when he got the acceptance letter.

You on the other hand weren't so lucky with your father's approval. Victoria and Peter going to college was alright, but he wanted you to be home and help out at the vineyard. Of course having Alberto's stubborn streak, you refused and drove to San Francisco anyway.

Thinking back to the first time you were in the big city, you made your way through the streets and down to the pier, everything was so new and fresh and exciting. The men had already been off to war when you met Betty who was searching for someone to share her apartment so she wasn't alone. In the beginning she was the dotting wife, answering all of his letters, but then she asked you to write them and soon only you would answer.

Once you arrived at the harbor you made your way along the pier looking at all the couples on the boardwalk.

What would your father think, if you brought someone like Paul home to the vineyard. Would your father approve? Your mother would definitely like him, and grandmother, too, she always had a weakness for men in uniform carrying a picture of abuelo Pedro in a locket.

What you'd give to find someone that would write to you like Paul wrote Betty. He'd never know that it was you that sent him all those words of love and strength while he was gone. Letting out a deep breath you put your arms around your body trying to stay warm even though it was only slightly chilly.

***

"Mrs Sutton?"

A voice called to you as you stood in front of your shared apartment. On the other side you could hear Betty's pleasured cried, so Armistead was probably with her. Swallowing you turned around, mustering everything in you to act nonchalant and that the person was indeed talking to Paul's wife.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to talk to you about your husband. May we enter?"

Biting your lip, the grip on your bag tightened. "I-uh-I'm sorry. I have a roommate to, to share the rent a-and she is currently indisposed I fear."

You hoped he got your meaning, but when you heard a rather loud cry coming from the inside you could see his blush across his cheeks.

"Well then, uhm, I have been sent to bring news of your husband. He… has been wounded in combat."

Every cell in your body went rigid. Paul having been hurt? You had been waiting for his letters, as always but they didn't come since the beginning of the week. Now you knew and you feared the worst. Would Betty be happy about it, that she was free to do as she pleased?

"I-Is he - is he alive?"

Instantly nodding his head, the officer smiled at you. "He is, ma'am. Sergeant Sutton is doing alright, there were only minor injuries. He will be out of duty for a week."

Your right hand rested on your heart, feeling it slightly slow down now that you knew he was fine. "What happened?"

"Is unit was ambushed when they were searching the area. Two of his fellow soldiers died, Sergeant Sutton was lucky, he was shot in the leg and the shoulder but he is fine."

Wetting your lips you nodded at him. "Thank you officer, for-for the information."

"You're welcome Mrs Sutton." he smiled and reached into the bag he had brought with him. "And these are the letters he was sending to you."

The officer gave you the envelopes and left. A soft smile lifted the corners of your lips. Swiftly you opened the door to your shared apartment and moved to your room. Once there you ripped the envelope and started to read the last letter Paul had sent to Betty.

June, 2nd 1945

My love,

This morning we moved out to fight the enemy. We weren't prepared and my unit lost good men. Men that have become my friends in the time we are here. I am tired, of fighting, of death and I wished it would be over now. I believe someone will have already come to tell you what happened by the time this letter reaches you. I'm doing fine, it was only a minor injury.

I long for the day I can finally take you back into my arms and make love to you until we can't move for a long time. Watch you while you are sleeping and dream of the future we will have together.

Forever yours

Paul

Your eyes glistened as you read his lines, knowing how heavy his heart must be now after he witnessed the death of the men he called his friends. Sitting down at your desk, you took a piece of paper and started to write to Paul, hoping to ease his mind.

July, 6th 1945

My love,

it eases my mind to know you are safe, as best as you can be, but know I am so very sorry to read about your loss. There are no words that will take away the pain you must feel and I hope you will be able to make your peace with them.

I too wait for the day to be able to sleep in your arms, feel the warmth of your body next to mine like the first night we laid together as husband and wife.

Until then, my love, stay safe and come back to me.

Forever yours

Betty

***

"The war is over!" the boy selling newspapers cried, holding it up for everyone to see. "Germany capitulated! Hitler is dead!"

Your heart fluttered, feeling as if you might faint. The men would return home now, you hoped at least. Paul hadn't sent a letter in the last few days, making you worry something had happened to him. But now with his hopeful return he would never know that it was you all along writing these lines, telling him everything that laid in your heart. Biting your lip, you tried to fight the tears that were slowly gathering in your eyes. With each letter that you had sent off in response you fell more and more in love with him.

How could you not?

Your mother would have loved him, not to mention your grandmother would have attempted to marry him, were she younger.

The only problem was Betty Sutton.

Her baby boy was born only three weeks prior and everyone in your neighborhood knew that Paul definitely wasn't the father, not having been home since he was recruited. You could see the sneers and disdain thrown at her, feeling a fraction of your heart squeezing with anxiety. Betty couldn't help who she fell in love with, but still people would talk and you couldn't see her husband being happy that she had gotten pregnant by someone else because he was off at war.

Sighing loudly you made your way pack to the apartment. Term was nearly over and you wanted to talk to your sister Victoria before you left for the vineyard helping your family with the harvest.

Part 2

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