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allthewritem0ves · 1 year

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My Sister

Sam pulled up to a quaint single story house. Gluntz sat in the passenger seat with Molly in her arms, nursing her.

“You coming in once she’s finished?”, he asked.

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay.” Sam looks straight ahead and breaths out through his mouth.

He then glances up at the front door. Inside was his sister. His half-sister. His half-sister he didn’t know or remember existed until almost a month ago. Now the day had come to meet her once again. He takes another look at his girlfriend and daughter in the passenger seat. Gluntz looks up at him and gives him a reassuring smile. Then he gets out and walks up to the door.

Even Sam was a bit thrown off by the fact that he was so thrilled to see his mom again, but with his sister, he’s getting cold feet. The major difference was that he knew and remembered his mother pretty clearly; the memories were somewhat faint, but not nonexistent. But when it came to Melanie, he couldn’t remember much at all. The most concrete thing he did recall was seeing a little girl smiling at him. He never really thought much about that because, soon after, it was just him and his mom in East Flubria.

Nervously, Sam knocks on the door.

“Just a moment”, a woman’s voice said inside.

His nerves fired all at once, giving him goosebumps.

Tens seconds later, the door opened and Sam saw, at long last, his sister.

She had the same drooping ears all Knoxes had, like his friend Guy. Her fur was pale orange and she had wavy flowing locks of chocolate brown hair. Said hair was complimented with purple highlights like she was still in her rebellious phase (since she spent most of her life in a foster home, and we all know how those can be, that was a distinct possibility). She wore a teal blouse and jeans. Altogether, she had an aura of being casual and professional at the same time.

“Hi, Sam!”, she said excitedly. She held out her hand for a handshake, not sure whether she really wanted to shake or hug her brother.

Then Sam took her hand and rapidly shook it up and down.

“Hey, Melanie!”

When he was done, Melanie held her shoulder as if it were dislocated. “Glad you could make it. I was just about to get dinner started.” Her head turned ever so slightly to Sam’s right and noticed someone sitting in the passenger seat of his car. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, that’s my girlfriend Gluntz.”

Melanie squints her eyes. She gasps. “Is that…a baby?”

Sam smiles and shrugs. “Yep”, he says with a little giggle. “We just had her.”

His sister turns a full ninety degrees, puts her hands on her temples and lets out a soft but excited scream. “I’m an aunt too?! Pam never told me that!”

“She didn’t?”

“No!”

“Hmm. I guess she wanted you to be surprised.”

——

After Gluntz finished up with Molly, Melanie led them all inside the house. Its aforementioned quaint nature also helped give it a cozy feeling. The floor was covered in polyester carpeting. A fire was going in the hearth. The couch faced the television with a coffee table right in between, the top of which was littered with a child’s drawings. The living room merged into the dining room/kitchen. Melanie wasn’t kidding when she said she was just about to get dinner started; there was a whole array of vegetables laid out on a cutting board with an uncooked soy substitute for poultry.

“My husband and I are vegans. I hope you guys don’t mind.”

“Oh, no. I don’t”, said Sam.

“Me neither”, said Gluntz.

As Melanie began to tie an apron on herself, Sam noted to her, “I didn’t know you had a husband.”

“Oh! I was getting around to that.” She walks into the living room, pulls a picture off the mantle and hands it to Sam. “That’s him right there.”

It was a wedding photo of Melanie and her husband. He and Gluntz both looked at it for a good while. On the border on the bottom were the words: ‘Congratulations, Jack and Melanie!’ Sam looked at Jack in the picture: he had indigo fur with little jowls of excess fur on the sides of his mouth and his hands were pretty big compared to Melanie’s. He also noticed that his sister was pregnant in the picture; somewhere around her second weekmester by the looks of it.

That last detail combined with the drawings strewn about on the coffee table had a smile crossing over Sam’s face. “You have a child too?”

“Mm-hm. His name’s Terry.”

Gluntz nudges Sam’s shoulder. “You hear that? You’re an uncle too!”

“I know! This is exciting! Just keeps getting better!”

Melanie smiles. She was thankful her reunion with her brother wasn’t going wrong. “Now, you guys wait on the couch while I get dinner ready. I wanna see my niece too!”

As she returned to the kitchen, Gluntz and Sam sat themselves on the couch. Molly was stirring feebly in her mother’s arms, apparently having an escalating dream. Sam smiles looking at his little girl. Gluntz, very carefully, bounced her arms.

“Hey, Gluntz. Did Jack look familiar to you?”

“How can he? I’ve never met him before.”

“No, I mean, did he remind you of someone else?”

She paused to think for a second. “Umm,…no. I’m sorry. Who does he remind you of?”

“I can’t say either. I wanna ask Mel to be sure.”

“Well, just tell me. Who does he remind you of?”

Before Sam could say anything, there was the sound of a pot hitting the ground. It was so loud that it woke the baby up. Molly began crying and screaming.

“No no no, Molly! It’s okay. Mommy’s here”, Gluntz said, trying to calm her down.

“Sorry!”, Melanie shouted. She stopped what she was doing and came rushing over. “I’m so sorry…What’s her name again?”

“Molly”, Sam answered.

“I’m sorry, Molly. Auntie Melanie’s sorry she woke you.”

Molly didn’t stop crying.

Gluntz reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier. She coaxes it against the baby’s lips until it slips inside. That seemed to calm her down.

“Whew”, Sam sighed.

“Again, I’m really sorry”, Melanie apologized.

“It’s okay. It was just an accident.”

“Yeah. I’ll be back.”

“Wait!”, Gluntz rang out.

“Yes?”

“What’s Jack’s last name?”

“How come you ask?”

“Sam says he reminds him of someone we know.”

“Oh, okay then. His last name’s McWinkle.”

The couple’s eyes widen at once. “I knew it!”, Sam exclaimed.

“How do you know that name?”

“His father was my partner in the BADGUYS!”, Gluntz explained.

“You’re part of the BADGUYS?”, Melanie asked, now intrigued.

“Yeah!”

“And how do you know him, Sam?”

“Well…it’s kind of a long story”, he said with a chuckle.

——

After Melanie cooked dinner and they gorged themselves on a vegan dinner that Michellee would’ve had a coronary over, it was that good, Sam told his sister the whole story first with Mr. Jenkins, then the Moo-Lacka-Moo (Gluntz even adding her tangent with the cows for good measure) and, most recently, what happened in Whoville.

“So, in short, you released an endangered animal back to its home, prevented a feud from escalating to nuclear war AND stopped three men who had a grudge against you?”

“That’s pretty much it, yeah”, Sam answered. He did, however, not mention everything about Kyler Twotymer, since he is the one who partially dismembered him, cut his mom’s leg and, worst of all, killed their father. He didn’t want to reopen painful memories and spoil the evening.

“Wow.” That was all she could say. “You guys have quite the track record there.”

“You could say that again.”

“And you, Gluntz, still helped out even though you were pregnant?”

“Yeah. Didn’t wanna miss out that season”, she answered.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. She says stuff like that from time to time”, Sam replied.

“Oh. Anything else?”

“Well, Mom’s dating Grinch now”, Sam continued, “then a few days ago, Gluntz had Molly. Your papa-in-law even showed up to congratulate her. That’s when he said that his son and you had a child not too long ago.”

“Definitely caught me off-guard”, Gluntz added.

“Hmm. What are the odds?”, Melanie pondered rhetorically.

“What does Jack do by the way?” Gluntz asked, trying to keep the conversation rolling.

“Ah. He’s a pilot. In fact, I think that he just touched down in Da-Dake yesterday.”

“That’s cool.”

“What’s Terry like?”, Sam asked with intrigue.

Melanie smiled at her brother. “He’s perfect! Only a year old and drawing’s his favorite hobby.” She gets up and picks up some of the papers from the coffee table and presents them to Sam and Gluntz. Even though they were indiscernible squiggles of color, they smiled upon seeing them.

“Wow! Tell Terry I said he’s quite the artist!”, Sam interjected.

“The next Picasso!”, Gluntz added.

“Why not tell him yourself?”

The couple stopped in their tracks. “We get to see him?”

“Yeah. If you would like to.”

Sam puts a hand over his mouth and tears begin to well up in his eyes. “Heck yes, I wanna see him!”

“Alright. I’ll be back.”

As she went down the hallway, Sam leaned back in his chair in excitement. Little Molly’s face lit up from watching her father and she makes an excited coo. Gluntz holds the baby’s little hand.

“You excited to see your cousin, Molly?” Sam asked in a baby talk-like voice. “I know I am.”

“I’m back”, said Melanie. She was carrying her little boy over her shoulder. At a year old, he was a tad big compared to Molly. Terry McWinkle had lilac fur, a crop of brown hair like his mother and was wearing red footie pajamas. “Well, Sam. Here’s your nephew!”

Terry was yawning as his mother held him in front of herself. “Okay, Terry. This is your Uncle Sam. Be a good boy now.” She hands him to Sam, who was beaming with emotion.

Gluntz raised her fists under her chin and said, “Aww… Look at him! He’s adorable!”

Melanie smiles and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear to get it out of her line of sight. Then she turns her head to her niece sitting in the high chair. The baby was leaning forward, reaching her hands out.

“Umm, you guys. Check out Molly.” The couple looks at their baby girl, watching as she excitedly reaches out to her cousin. “Do you wanna say hi to Terry, sweetie?”

Gluntz picked her up and brought her closer to the boy. She noticed Sam’s eyes shimmered with mesmerization. She realized he must’ve been thrilled to see his daughter and nephew in his line of sight all at once. “Say hi, Molly.” She took the baby’s hand and waved it for her.

Terry, in the meantime, had a blank look of bewilderment on his face. He turned around to face his own mother, who got up to join the group, and started babbling, “Ma ma ma.”

Melanie had her hands resting on the chairs as the sight of happy children and her guests filled her with delight. “Excuse me, Gluntz. Could I see Molly?”

“Sure!” She hands her Molly, whose gaze shifted from her cousin to her aunt.

Melanie smiled at her niece, twiddling her fingers in front of her. Little Molly’s attention was diverted to the movement in front of her eyes and she began grabbing at Melanie’s fingers. “You’re such a cutie, Molly”, she said in a soft voice. Poking out from behind her bow tie circlet was a small tuft of white hair. Since she mostly had the looks of Gluntz, Melanie assumed the hair was a trait from Sam, but he was wearing his hat, so she couldn’t get confirmation. “I love you.”

Molly made a little laugh. Sam heard her say that and smiled. His nephew was still quiet. Perhaps this was a testament to him being very well-behaved. Terry was smiling at him now.

“There’s that smile!”, Sam exclaimed in baby-talk. “I love you too, Terry.”

“Me too!”, Gluntz added.

——

Now back in the car, after telling Melanie that she, Terry and Jack were welcome to visit everyone else if they so pleased, Sam had just ignited the engine and his head was resting on the steering wheel, looking to the side at his two special girls. Molly was snoozing in Gluntz’s arms, exhausted from the long day.

This very thought was running through Sam’s mind after seeing Mel’s wedding photo. In fact, to be honest, it sat in the back of his mind since he found out he was gonna be a dad: Should Gluntz and I tie the knot? As he said back in Madame Vaneau’s house during circle time, “At least Guy and Michellee got married before having Junior”, that’s when he figured he was at least ninety-five percent sure he should go for it.

However, that remaining five percent was quite the vocal minority. But he had to realize that the only thing truly holding him back from popping the question was himself.

Then again, you never know until you try…

“What’re you thinking about, Sam?”, Gluntz asked, interrupting his train of thought.

“Huh? Just about…how much I love you. And how much I love being a dad.” He smiled. “Come on, let’s go home.”

And he backed out of the driveway, with Melanie waving goodbye from the front porch.

#green eggs and ham #sam i am #gluntz #sam x gluntz #melanie driscoll #oc #baby #fanfic

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pechefarm · 1 year

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Buttercup Baby Ch 8 SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER!

Pairings: Sam/Male Farmer OC, Sebastian/Female OC, Shane/Female OC

Rating: T for Teen

Word count: 5,061

Content Warnings: Alcohol use

Authors Notes: Welcome to a special bonus chapter! I was too excited to wait to post this one so here you go!

If you have any questions, comments, or snide remarks, leave them in the comments here or on ao3!

Today was supposed to be perfect. Today was supposed to be fun and joyful. But instead of cheering his friends on for being the cutest couple at the dance, Léo was instead trying to decide if he wanted to play the role of peace keeper or not. The mess his friends had just left made him pretty certain that he wanted to just leave them to figure it out themselves.

The day had started out well enough. Elfie had been sending him selfies of her progress getting ready for the dance. She had made a beautiful sage green dress with white flower details. She was even wearing a petticoat to make it poof out more. Elfie looked absolutely stunning in a way that Léo wasn’t used to seeing on her.

“Do you think Sebastian will like it?” she asked, calling Léo moments before she left to head to Pelican Town.

“He’d be an idiot not to,” Léo said. “You look absolutely gorgeous. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their date.”

Elfie had arrived a little late, so she and Léo were the last to arrive. Everyone was already mingling, trying out the tiny desserts that Gus had made. Léo could hear Pam complaining about the size, and

Gus telling her that these were fancy treats typically served at a high tea. This was a special event that called for special food.

Pam picked up a ham and truffle vol-au-vent, and took a bite of the delicate savory puff pastry treat.

“Not bad,” she said, and Gus beamed. “Maybe you could make one the size of a plate next time.”

Léo felt his stomach growl, and Elfie looked at him.

“You get some food, and I’ll find Seb and the rest of them, okay?” Elfie said with a smile. Léo gave her the thumbs up as he took a bite out of a small cake, and she flounced away, scanning the crowd.

Léo grabbed a plate and began putting different treats on it. Canapés and petit fours adorned the table, and he was sure to get one of everything.

“Wow, you must be hungry.”

Léo looked up in surprise, and smiled when he saw Sam standing there.

“Oh, yeah I…” Léo’s voice died in his throat as he looked Sam up and down. His friend was wearing a powder blue suit with a matching tie, and a crisp white button down. His hair had been somewhat tamed into a small ponytail, and damn did it work on him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Sam teased, and then made a squawking sound as Léo took out his phone.

“I wasn’t serious!” Sam said.

“Aw, but you look so handsome!” Léo said with a grin. Sam’s golden eyes glittered, and he smiled gently.

“You do too,” he said, and took a step closer to Léo.

“We should take a selfie together,” Léo said. “Gotta put our gorgeous faces all over the internet, yeah?”

Sam nodded, and the two struck a few poses as they took pictures. Léo felt Sam’s arm snake around his waist, and he tried to ignore the pounding in his chest as he took the last photo. Sam was giving the “rock and roll” sign with his tongue out, and Léo… Fuck.

Léo was staring at him like a goddamn idiot. Was this what Sebastian had been talking about when he said that Léo acted like a school girl around Sam? Unfortunately, it was the best picture out of the bunch, so it was the one they posted on their snapchat and instagram stories. Léo even put his on facebook, which Sam teased him for.

“Who still uses facebook?” Sam asked. “Oh wait, I know. Old people. You’re an old person now.”

“You can call me old next year when I turn 30,” Léo said. “But not yet. I’m still in my twenties, so I’m full of youthful energy.”

“Yeah okay grandpa,” Sam said, and Léo punched his arm.

“Hey, do you know where Sebastian and Elfie are?” Léo asked suddenly.

“Oh, when I saw Seb last, he was with Abby. They were standing near the water.”

The two turned and looked towards the river, but there was nobody in sight.

“That’s weird,” Sam said. “Well, it has been a little over an hour. They must be getting ready to dance.”

“You’re gonna dance with Penny, right?” Léo asked.

“For the traditional bit, yeah,” Sam said. “You can’t make fun of me though if you watch.”

“Why would I do that?” Léo asked, popping a chocolate truffle into his mouth.

“Because the dance looks dumb as hell,” Sam grumbled. “It’s so old fashioned. I hate that we have to do this every year.”

“I’ll do my best not to point and laugh at you,” Léo said.

“You better not!”

Léo was just about to respond when Abigail rushed over to them. There was pure panic in her eyes.

“We’ve got a problem. A snafu, as your dad would say,” she said, looking at Sam.

“What, are Pam and Shane already shit faced?” Sam asked, but the grin on his face died at Abigail’s serious look.

“Shane’s involved, yeah, but not like that. Seb really fucked it up this time and shit is going down.”

“What?” Léo said. He and Sam rushed off with Abigail who tried to fill them in.

“Seb has been freaking out about this date all day,” she said quickly. “I seriously thought he was going to have a panic attack this morning, and only barely managed to calm him down. I thought everything would be fine, but this fucker decided that instead of facing his fears, he would avoid them.”

“Wait, you don’t mean…” Sam said, eyes wide. Abigail nodded grimly.

“He hasn’t spoken to her once this whole time. Well, actually he has. One sentence. And do you know what he said? He told her he wasn’t going to dance with her because, and I quote, dancing is stupid and there isn’t any point to this festival. So she said that she’d find someone else.”

“Elfie…” Léo muttered, slapping a hand to his face. There was a good chance Sebastian would think she was joking. But if Léo knew Elfie, and he did, he knew that she was dead serious. She would find someone else in a heart beat, if only just to piss him off.

“You got to be kidding me,” Sam said, eyes wide. “I mean, I know Sebastian’s dumb when it comes to this kind of thing, but that’s a whole new level.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” Abigail said. They finally came to the area where the traditional dance was going to be held, and Léo could see Elfie talking with Shane. He heart dropped when he saw them together. Of course she picked Shane. The man that Sebastian was the most jealous of when it came to Elfie. The two of them were chatting idly, and were standing just a smidge too close together. Sebastian was standing off to the side, glowering at the couple. Sam rushed over to him, concern written all over his face.

“Seb, what’s going on? Abby said that--”

“My date is planning on dancing with someone else,” Sebastian snarled.

“After you abandoned her!” Abigail said, marching up to him. “After you told her that this whole thing is pointless and boring!”

“Yeah but she didn’t have to go find someone else!” Sebastian said angrily.

“I’m not defending her,” Léo said slowly, “Because what she’s doing is pretty grade school. But have you seriously been ignoring her this whole time? Obviously she was going to get fed up.”

“I already told her I’m not good at this kind of thing!” Sebastian snapped. He ran his hand through his fluffed up hair, clearly stressed out.

“Yeah, but not talking to her at all? Seb you probably really hurt her feelings,” Sam said with a frown. “You need to go talk to her.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to her,” Sebastian said.

“You should wait until you cool off. Seb! Sebastian!” Léo called out as Sebastian made his way over to where Elfie and Shane stood. He sighed deeply.

“Well this is going to end in tears,” Abigail said.

Sebastian finally approached the couple, who were seemingly completely oblivious to his sudden appearance.

"Really? You replaced me with this asshole?" Sebastian spat out. Léo cringed. Was that really going to be Sebastian’s opening line?

Elfie turned, looking at Sebastian like he was something gross she had found on the bottom of her shoe. Shane's eyes were narrowed slightly, but he said nothing as he took a sip of his mimosa. The crowd around them had grown quiet, and everyone seemed to be holding their breath.

"He's not an asshole," Elfie said, trying to keep her voice even.

"I'm not?" Shane asked, visibly surprised. Elfie's face softened as she looked at him.

"You were so sweet when Jas told you that I needed someone to dance with. And you didn't have to say yes when I asked. You totally could’ve said no. You're not as big a jerk as you and everyone else seems to think," she said, and Shane looked away, clearly embarrassed.

"If you can't see what a fucking asshole he is, you're dumber than you look," Sebastian said, fists balled at his side.

"I'm sorry, what?" Elfie said in a deadly tone, slowly turning her head and fixing him with an icy glare. Léo tensed. He knew this voice. It was the one she used before dealing a killing blow.

"I said you're being an idiot!" Sebastian snapped. "He's just a pathetic loser who gets drunk every night and cusses people out for looking at him. What the hell possessed you to ask him to dance with you?"

"Does it matter?" Elfie said, teeth bared. "At least he wanted to dance with me. You invited me, but haven’t talked to me the entire time. I asked you to dance and you said no. I even told you I was going to find someone else!”

“Well I didn’t think you meant it!” Sebastian said, fists tightly clenched.

“I’m not going to sit here and let myself be treated like shit by someone who was supposed to be my date!” Elfie said angrily. “Just fucking leave me alone!”

Sebastian looked away and Shane smirked.

“Little Mister Edge Lord really fucked it up this time, didn’t he?” Shane said. “All you had to do was talk and dance with your date, but no. You’re too cool for that.”

Shane put his arm out and Elfie took it. Everyone around them was silent, pointedly not looking at them. The two walked away, Elfie looking haughty, and Shane looking at her like he had just won the lottery.

"What in the fuck was that?" Abigail asked, breaking the silence. “I thought you were going to talk to her!”

“Words were spoken,” Sebastian said, and Abigail sighed.

“Yeah, but you were supposed to make things better, not infinitely worse!”

Sebastian snarled at her, and looked like a wild animal about to attack. Léo bit his lip. Who the hell should he be siding with? If he tried to comfort Sebastian and calm him down, Elfie would be furious. But if he ignored Sebastian in favor of Elfie, there was a chance that his whole friend group in Pelican Town would hate him. There was only one thing to do.

“You guys are both being immature. Have fun with this traditional dancing or whatever, I’m getting something to drink.”

“Wait, you’re not going to watch?” Sam asked, looking visibly distressed.

“I need some air,” Léo said simply. “I didn’t come here for high school drama, and I need to get something to drink before I leave the dance completely.”

“Okay,” Sam said, looking at the ground. “Well…if you’re able to, you should come watch. You can even laugh at me and Penny’s dance moves.”

Léo looked at Sam curiously. “You really want me to watch, don’t you?”

“I just want one thing to go how it was planned,” Sam said with a deep sigh. “Just one thing. Maybe this could be that one thing.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Léo said, and Sam nodded. Just as he was about to leave, Mayor Lewis strutted out into the center of the field, megaphone in hand.

“Alright folks!” he said, voice booming across the clearing. “The Flower Dance is going to begin! If you have a partner, come to the dance floor and get ready to dance the traditional spring time dance of Pelican Town!”

Sam looked at Léo with a pleading look in his eye, and Léo relented.

“Yeah okay, I’ll watch. And then I really am getting that drink.”

“Thanks Buttercup,” Sam said, and for some reason, Léo felt a flutter in his chest when he heard the nickname.

“Have fun Samico,” Léo said, and his friend smiled at him, joining Penny on the grassy dance floor.

A good amount of people had paired off, getting ready to dance. Haley walked by with Alex, saying something about hoping that she would be the girl crowned as the Flower Queen this year.

“That’s not fair…why can’t I be the Flower Queen?”

Léo looked around surprised, and saw Vincent standing by him, scuffing his toe on the ground.

“Who said you can’t?” Léo asked. Vincent looked up, startled. After making eye contact with Léo, Vincent stared at the ground, focusing very intently on a small rock.

“Lewis said all the girls should put their names in,” he said. “But that’s not me I guess. ‘Cause I’m a dumb boy.” Léo looked down at Vincent, and considered him. The poor boy looked genuinely distraught by this, and Léo wanted to help.

“Well you could put your name in anyway,” Léo said.

“They’ll just tell me that boys can’t be queens,” Vincent said. “Everyone always tells me stuff like that.”

“Like what?” Léo asked.

“Things that boys can’t do,” Vincent said. “My mom said boys can’t wear dresses, or make up or grow their hair out.”

“Did she now?” Léo said. He fished around in his pocket and pulled up his instagram. After a few minutes of searching, he found a photo of himself. He was wearing a short dress, and had his hair curled. Léo was wearing fake lashes, and more make up than Dolly Parton. He passed his phone to Vincent who looked at it with wide eyes.

“Long hair, dress, and make up,” Léo said with a grin. “In fact, I still have long hair.” Vincent stared and then took a deep breath. He looked up at Léo with wide eyes.

“Are you a girl?” Vincent asked quietly, handing the phone back. Léo blinked in surprise.

“No,” he said. “Boys can wear this stuff too and still be boys.”

“Oh,” Vincent said. The gears in Léo’s head were turning fast, and he suddenly knew what he needed to say.

“But, sometimes girls are born with everyone thinking they’re a boy,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“Really?” Vincent asked. “That…that can happen?”

“Yeah! But those boys are girls, even though everyone tells them that they’re a boy. That can be super hard for them. But there are things that can help.”

“Like what?” Vincent asked curiously.

“Well, some girls are named things like ‘Josh’ but they want people to call them something like ‘Melissa.’ So they pick a new name, and people can call them that instead.”

“I…that sounds good. I want to do that,” Vincent said.

“You want a new name?” Léo asked. “A pretty name?”

“Yeah. Everyone would make fun of me if I did that though,” Vincent mumbled.

“What if it’s a you and me thing?” Léo asked. “Or a you, me, and Jas thing? I’m sure Jas wouldn’t make fun of you.”

Vincent perked up. “Just us though, right?” he asked. “Nobody else?”

“Just us, until you’re ready for other people to know.”

Vincent smiled shyly. “Sam read me a book once with a girl named Coraline in it. I like the ‘Cora’ part of that name. Maybe you could call me Cora,”

“Sounds good Cora,” Léo said, getting a brilliant smile in response.

“You can’t tell anyone about it, okay?” Cora said. “It’s Vincent with everyone else. Even Sam.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Léo promised. “Cross my heart and hope for pie.”

“Even Sam?” Cora asked.

“Even Sam,” Léo said with a gentle smile. “Just us.”

“And Jas,” Cora said. “I hope she doesn’t think it’s weird.”

“She won’t,” Léo said, and watched as the dancers lined up. “If Jas is a true friend, and she is, she won’t care at all.”

Cora followed Léo’s gaze and gave him a mischievous grin.

“Are you watching my brother?”

“What?” Léo said, and looked at Cora, a blush on his cheeks. “No! I’m looking at everyone.”

“It’s okay, you can look at my brother. He looks at you all the time,” Cora said. “Ms. Penny says it’s cute when he stares.”

“He…wait what did Penny say?” Léo asked, thrown.

“That he stares! I’m gonna go find Jas, I wanna let her know about my new name!” Cora said, and waved goodbye. Léo waved back, but found himself stuck on the idea that Sam had been staring at him so much that Penny decided to comment on it. And that she found it cute.

Lewis put a record on the nearby player, and the sound of the beautiful classical song Ave Maria filled the air. The dancers slowly began to move, and Léo instantly understood why Sam had been worried about him laughing. A lot of spinning and squatting, and swaying from side to side was going on.

Elfie was dancing with them, and she and Shane seemed to be having a good time. He was carefully guiding her through it, and the two of them laughed every time she fumbled a move. Léo looked around for Sebastian, and felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his friend wasn’t there. He wondered if Sebastian had left the dance completely. He hoped not.

A few more instrumental songs played before the traditional portion was done. Lewis proclaimed loudly that it was time to party, and suddenly high energy dance music filled the air. Everyone cheered, and the dance floor was swarmed.

“Are you going to come dance?”

Sam was standing at the edge of the dance floor and motioned for him to come. Léo walked over a smile on his face.

“Well I guess I can’t deprive the people of my amazing moves,” Léo teased, and began to move to the beat.

“Damn you really can dance!” Sam said and Léo grinned. He did a dramatic body roll, and Sam looked away, flushing.

“It’s a good thing you never saw me actually perform,” Léo said with a laugh. “If that makes you embarrassed, you would’ve run out of the venue in shame.”

“What were you doing on stage?” Sam asked, sounding shocked.

“Let’s just say I put the burlesque moves I learned for a bachelorette party to good use,” Léo said with a wink. Sam blushed from his collarbone to his hairline, and Léo couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re so innocent,” he said.

“I’m not!” Sam spluttered. “It’s just…you…whatever,” he said, and looked away. “I need a drink. I’ll be right back!”

“See you soon!” Léo called out.

A few more songs played, and Sam still hadn’t come back. Léo was exhausted, and decided he would go grab a drink as well. Maybe he’d see Sam over by the refreshments.

As Léo approached the table, the song turned slow, and he let out a pleased hum. It was a song he actually really enjoyed called Dandelions. He poured himself a glass of punch that he’d seen Pam spike, and a took a sip. He coughed slightly. Had she put whiskey into it? He hadn’t expected it to burn.

Making a note to take smaller sips, Léo closed his eyes and lost himself in the song.

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

Léo opened his eyes, and looked to the side, wondering where his friends were. To his great surprise, Sam was nearby and was staring at him. He gave his friend a wave and Sam waved back, a shy smile on his face.

“Hey,” Léo said as Sam approached.

“Hey,” Sam said back, cheeks slightly pink.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

“Enjoying yourself?” Sam asked, edging closer to Léo.

“Yeah, it’s a nice day,” Léo said. “And I had a ton of fun dancing. I didn’t know that I needed to let loose until just then.”

“See, that’s the part I like about the Flower Dance,” Sam said. “Even though it starts out stuffy, people end up loosening up and just having a good time after the boring part.” He took a giant drink from his glass of punch and choked. “What’s in this?”

“I think I saw Pam pour a bunch of whiskey in,” Léo said, and Sam shuddered.

“God,” he said, shaking his head. “Her and her whiskey. I hope there’s something for Jas and Vince to drink.”

Léo nodded, and looked back at the dance floor. He noticed Shane and Elfie dancing slowly to the music, arms around each other. Other couples were doing the same, thoroughly enjoying the slow song.

“What’s up?” Sam asked after a moment.

“I wish I had someone to dance with,” Léo admitted.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

“Yeah?” Sam asked, sounding a bit nervous. Léo looked over at Sam, their eyes meeting.

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

“Yeah,” Léo said. “I feel kind of dumb just standing here drinking punch and watching everyone. I mean, I know other people are doing that too but…I don’t know,” he finished lamely.

Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine

“I want to dance with someone too,” Sam said, looking at Léo with blazing eyes. “I think it would be a lot of fun.”

Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time I think that you are the one for me

“You should ask someone,” Léo said. “I’m sure they’d say yes.”

Sam took a deep breath and stepped closer to Léo. “Then would you--”

“Sam! Léo!”

The two men turned their heads, and saw Sebastian speed walking towards them. Léo tensed, and Sam breathed out hard through his nose, looking annoyed.

“What’s up?” Sam asked, trying to sound casual. Sebastian began to say something, but Léo wasn’t entirely sure what was being said. His brain was still replaying what had just happened. He had said that he wanted to dance with someone, Sam agreed, he had told Sam to ask someone, and Sam…

Wait was Sam trying to ask him to dance?

No, that couldn’t be it. That wouldn’t make sense. Why would Sam want to dance with him? But if that was what was going on…would it really be so bad?

Whatever was being said was getting heated, but Léo couldn’t find it in himself to care. Sebastian was clearly trying to defend his actions.

“Look, Elfie is being a total bitch,” Sebastian said to Sam, frustrated.

Something inside Léo snapped.

“Is she? You abandoned her, you told her you didn’t want to dance with her, and you were the world’s biggest dickhead to Shane! What in the fuck is your problem? How dare you call her a bitch when you’re the biggest bitch here!” Léo shouted, throwing his arms in the air. Sebastian looked shocked, and Léo felt a fire raging inside him. He had more to say, but before he could, he felt a hand on his arm.

“Léo? Can we talk?” Sam asked. His voice wasn’t unkind, but it was firm.

“Sure,” Léo said nervously, and Sam pulled him to the side. He felt like a kid being called into the principal’s office.

“What can I do to help you calm down?” Sam asked.

Léo stared up at Sam, completely baffled. He had expected Sam to give him a piece of his mind for calling Sebastian a bitch, but instead, he was being treated gently and with kindness. Of course that’s what Sam would do. Sam was always thinking of other people. He always put everyone else first, never himself.

“Then would you—”

“Dance with me,” Léo said, and Sam’s jaw dropped. “That’s what would help. It doesn’t have to be like…close slow dancing or anything, but I think dancing would get my mind off of things.”

“You sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, it sounds fun. I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Léo said with a shrug.

“No! I do!” Sam said a little too loudly. “Let’s go!”

Sebastian watched them go, and walked over to a tree to sulk. Léo felt a little bad for thinking ‘serves him right’ but his guilt was immediately replaced with butterflies as he and Sam reached the dance floor. The song had changed, but it was still a slow one.

“So um, how should we…?” Sam asked, looking around at the other couples. Elfie and Shane were dancing flush up against each other, and the rest of the couples had their arms thrown around their partner’s necks and waists. Léo couldn’t believe he had asked Sam to do this. Of course it would end up being weird.

“Well uh, I guess…okay, put one hand on my shoulder, and the other in my hand. I’ll put my hand on your waist. If that’s fine.”

“Yeah, go for it,” Sam said in a squeaky voice. They got into position and slowly began to turn on the spot, Léo taking the lead.

“Your hands are soft,” Léo blurted out.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Your hands…they’re soft,” Léo said, blushing violently. “Sorry that was weird.”

“It wasn’t,” Sam said with a small laugh. “I was just surprised. I guess it’s just my fingers with the callouses.”

“Mine are probably pretty rough from all the farming,” Léo said.

“They are, but it’s nice,” Sam said, and smiled down at Léo. His chocolate eyes were soft, and Léo gulped. Sam looked so sweet and handsome. It was like Léo was seeing him for the first time. What the hell was this feeling?

“I like your suit,” Sam said after a bit.

“O-oh, thanks,” Léo stuttered out. “I feel like I stick out. Everyone else is wearing pastels and here I am in a black suit.”

“Seb is in black,” Sam pointed out.

“When is he not?” Léo said, and Sam laughed.

“You’re so right,” Sam said.

The song came to a close, and the two men reluctantly let go of each other. The sky was turning a beautiful shade of pink and orange as the sun began to set, and Lewis brought out his megaphone once more to signal the end of the dance.

“Feeling better?” Sam asked as they walked back towards town.

“I am, but I need to walk Elfie back to the—oh.”

Sam followed Léo’s gaze, and it landed on Shane clearly leading Elfie to the bus stop.

“Guess she forgot about me,” Léo said, shaking his head. “I’m gonna have to yell at her over the phone later.”

“Go easy on her,” Sam said. “The silver lining is that Shane is happier than I’ve ever seen him. He usually gets completely trashed at these kind of events. But he doesn’t seem drunk at all.”

“Yeah, that’s a good thing,” Léo agreed. “Um, we passed by your house a while ago,” he said, stopping in the middle of the street. Someone made an annoyed sound and walked around him, and Sam gave Léo a sheepish smile.

“I was gonna walk you home,” he said.

“Oh, well if you want,” Léo said. “It’s getting dark, I don’t want you to walk home when it’s pitch black out.”

“It’s fine,” Sam said. “Let me walk you back to the farm.”

“Okay,” Léo said. They walked in comfortable silence, and Léo couldn’t help but feel happy as he replayed dancing with Sam in his mind over and over again.

The two hugged at Léo’s doorstep, and Sam dawdled by the door until Léo told him he probably should head back.

“Your mom will wonder where you are,” he said.

“Right,” Sam said with a nod. “Well…goodnight then.”

“Hey, am I still allowed to stay when Robin does the renovation?” Léo asked as Sam started to turn away. “I completely spaced on telling you that I’m getting it done a week from today.”

“Of course!” Sam said. “We have a blow up mattress that we can stick in the living room if that’s okay. Mom was pretty excited about the idea of you staying over. She loved it when you came over those other times. She really seems to like you. And Vincent does too. I bet my dad would love you, if he ever comes back,” he murmured, and Léo felt his heart clench.

“He will,” Léo said firmly.

“You can’t know that,” Sam said.

“You’re right, I can’t,” Léo said. “Nothing is guaranteed, not even tomorrow is for sure. But I feel like I’m going to meet him at some point. I don’t know why I feel that way but…I just do.”

“Well if…no, when you meet him, he’s gonna think you’re great,” Sam said. “Because you are.”

“Thanks,” Léo said. They smiled at each other, and Léo couldn’t help but feel like something else should happen. But what should happen next he wasn’t certain.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Sam said, and walked down the steps from Léo’s porch.

“Yeah,” Léo said, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe you could come fishing with me. I got a special order for a small mouth bass, and I’d like to get it done as soon as I can.”

“That sounds great,” Sam said. “See you then.”

#sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv oc #sdv farmer #sdv fanfic #buttercup baby fic #stardew farmer #farmer léo #farmer emma #farmer oc #bb elfie #stardew valley #stardew fanfic

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spot the difference

#rwby7 #rwby #rwby volume 7 #oscar pine #then perish #oscar ‘ then perish ‘ pine #there is no difference #pam voice they’re rhe same photo

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I'm the only person who will understand this meme but I don't care

[Img desc: an edited image of a screencap from the TV show "The Office". The image is split into two parts. The first half has two hands, with a photo in each. The left photo has a picture of Patrick Vaill as the character Jud Fry from Oklahoma!. The right photo has an illustration of a gray cat, Ashfur, from the Warrior Cats books. A caption reads, "corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture and this picture." The second half of the meme has Pam from "The Office" with a neutral expression. A caption (indicating Pam's voice) reads, "they're the same picture". End desc.]

#my headcannon voice for ashfur is patrick vaill because of this #oklahoma 2019 #jud fry #ashfur #warrior cats #the warrior cats MAP makers really need to find the Oklahoma soundtrack bc there are so many songs that REALLY fit #i might end up making animatics myself if i ever get around to it #rook roars!

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It might just be me thinking too much and I apologize for my crazy theory. Plus the ones who say they're real and sebastian rented the house for them to be together near the Griffith observatory/park, plus the daily mail article said he was running around Beverly Hills.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-9418937/amp/Sebastian-Stan-goes-jog-LA-discussing-play-young-Luke-Skywalker.html

So sebastian walked away from the observatory to run around the beverly hills just for paparazzi pictures of him running.

The other daily mail article said that sebastian "Sebastian Stan took a well-deserved break from filming the biopic Pam and Tommy to enjoy a cozy day at the beach with his girlfriend Alejandra Onieva in Ibiza on Saturday." when he went to ibiza or he went before filming ended when the recordings took a break.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-998859/amp/Sebastian-Stan-cuddles-girlfriend-Alejandra-Onieva-Ibiza.html

The assistant said that cb was on the set "I at least don't believe it and I'll only believe it when I see it" and jon posted a video of sebastian in his story where you hear more laughter sebastian's voice is too low and cb's laugh is too close from the phone o at least to me it seems that someone recorded the video, sent the video to one of the teams and inserted the laughs of cb; because "it's gone" cb who recorded it because she didn't post but jon or she doesn't have permission to post and only repost what others post like the photo of the falcon disclosure and the winter soldier where a guy posted and cb made a remail.

https://galaxies-and-moons-and-stan.tumblr.com/post/663517722610630656/im-sure-i-can-dig-it-up-if-you-want-sure

Cb signed with the agency of the manager and friend of Jon, but Cb and Esmeralda were not close to friends. Esmeralda enjoy the photos of hoss intropia and post photos with her, because Esmeralda's agency didn't like cb.

CB and Sebastian's photos were taken in his moria after filming pam and tommy before he takes the tattoos and after filming the marvel series. Sebastian's hair change is in between after the marvel and post recordings by pam and tommy.

Now with the sending of Mercedes' address to the blogs, I have the impression that cb stayed with her cousin and Mercedes or Mercedes lent her her house for her to stay and not staying in the house rented by CAA, only went to the house that CAA rented for make a series of bait photos/videos and the photos and videos ensenada with sebastian for the birthday video.

They said she's in New Hampshire with Mercedes. Now the New Hampshire narrative fits, they posted a picture with him in New Hampshire last year and that cb was with him, but sebastian has friends living there, I never believed that cb stayed in his little apartment in NY but in a hotel and then Mercedes' house in New Hampshire and then to California to stay at her cousin's house.

Sorry for the huge text and my crazy stupid theory.

You're all good, anon!

To be fair, we don't have a lot of evidence on where she was or who she was living with throughout this whole relationship. I've seen many different theories on what goes on in these houses.

I personally don't think they've been living together, but that's just me. Maybe they have a certain house or apartment for PR planning. And I think it's safe to assume their teams want people to believe they're living together whenever they are together.

It's a big mystery, and we'll honestly never know because some of these things are so hush-hush.

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The Head Tolerates What The Heart Wants - Nolan Patrick (5)

Summary: You and Nolan broke up a few months ago and you’re both conflicted. Chaos ensues.

One. Two. Three. Four.

“Can you stop fucking moping and just call her?”

Nolan heard him clearly but what TK said was annoying and he wasn’t able to shake the thought of you getting down with Mathew Barzal. It pissed him off more than it should but he was too upset to understand how irrational he was being.

“No. She’s probably with Barzal anyway.”

“Patty,” Travis rolled his eyes, “shut up. She isn’t with him.”

“Sure she is. He’s,” Nolan formed air quotes with his fingers, “wonderful, fucking amazing actually.”

Travis tried to hide how funny he found that, but his lips betrayed him as they quirked up into a smile. He knew your words hit Nolan but he’d be lying if he didn’t think a small part of him kind of deserved it. He’d never say it to Nolan but you weren’t the one in the wrong in this situation.

“Patty, I know for a fact she’s not with him. Call her. Don’t be a fucking idiot.”

“Why should I give her the time of day when she’s fucking other players?”

That question had Travis laughing out loud. When Nolan didn’t laugh along with him, he straightened up and looked his best friend directly in the eye before rolling his own into the back of his head.

“Didn’t you cheat on her? Why are you so fucking pressed?”

Nolan snorted and pulled his beanie from his head, running a hand through his hair, before replacing it.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“Well,” Travis started, “you need to do something. Call her, text her, write her a fucking letter, but do fucking something man.”

You casually exchanged texts with Mat, not quite willing to let go of him despite knowing that nothing serious would happen because you were too caught up in Nolan fucking Patrick and hating every second of it.

Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you turned on Netflix and decided to take a deep dive into The Office for probably the hundredth time. You put your phone on silent as you watched the slow burn relationship between Jim and Pam play out. You’d seen the episodes enough times to not get completely invested and your phone kept lighting up on the cushion beside you, so you gave in and checked your messages.

Hey from Nolan.

I’m sorry from Nolan.

You’re watching the fucking office again aren’t you from Mat.

Fool, don’t ignore me, I know better from Mat.

Of course I’m watching the office, you ignorant slut to Mat.

You’re going to kill yourself pretending to kill yourself! from Mat.

You chuckled at the conversation you were having with Mat and quickly fired off the next message.

Prove it, let’s see your penis!

It was a rather cheeky text but Mat would definitely get the joke. The problem was that you hadn’t sent the text to Mat. You sent it to Nolan.

What the fuck?

Nolan paced the room as he considered your response. He said he was sorry and you asked him to prove it, and show you his penis and that made no fucking sense at all. He was sure that a dick pic was the last thing you wanted from him but Travis was right. He needed to do something, and while this wasn’t the way he planned to reach out, he made a quick decision to just go for it.

“Fuck,” Nolan sighed in defeat, “whatever.”

He lifted his hips up from the couch he was positioned on, sliding his joggers down and stroking himself a few times before snapping a photo and making complete sure it went to you and only you.

Here you go he captioned the photo.

A part of him felt very awkward about sending a NSFW photo to you, but he was mostly exhilarated by his bold move and anxious over how you would respond to it.

The amount of wine you drank was starting to get to your head, making you feel lighter and more giggly. You phone had been going off for a few minutes but you were too intoxicated to care.

It wasn’t until you started to get annoyed by the constant vibration that you reluctantly answered, not bothering to check who was calling.

“Hey, listen, about that text message-”

Nolan. He didn’t even bother with a greeting, opting instead to jump straight into conversation.

“Sorry, what message,” you cut him off, confused and a little irritated by him for interrupting your evening.

You heard him speaking as you pulled your phone away from your ear and checked your messages.

Holy shit.

You’d seen his dick countless times but this was different. Uh, what? If an unsolicited photo of his penis wasn’t enough to sober you up even a little bit, nothing else would be.

“What the hell, Nolan?! What the fuck are you doing sending me that shit? I don’t want a picture of your dick!”

“You told me to send you one,” his voice was shrill and panicked, “you said to prove I was sorry by sending you a picture of my dick!”

“Wait, what? No I didn’t.”

You pulled your phone away from your face once again and scrolled through texts, quickly realizing the that cheeky Office quote you’d meant to send to Mat had accidentally gone to Nolan. A wave of guilt washed over you as you pushed the phone back against your ear.

“That wasn’t meant for you, fuck, I’m so sorry, Nolan.”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean to send you that text. It was for someone else.”

Someone else. The words cut him like a hot knife easily splitting butter. He was pretty sure he knew who the text was meant for, but it took a few seconds of silence on his end before he could say it out loud.

“Barzal,” he mumbled, “you wanted a photo from Barzal."

“Yes, well no, no, it isn’t what you think. I fucking swear it isn’t what you think.”

A wave of panic crept up your back as you tried to explain your way out of this one. You didn’t want Nolan to think you wanted to see anyone else’s anything. That was the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“That’s a pretty bold thing to say. I can’t imagine how someone could interpret it other than literally.”

“Nols,” he hated how soft your voice was when you said that, “it’s from The Office. It really is nothing.”

“Eleven seasons of that stupid show and all you can come up with is suggestive talk? Sure.”

“It’s only nine seasons,” you quietly corrected him, “but I get it. It comes off as incredibly suggestive if you’re not me or Mat.”

He sighed heavily into the phone, not willing to say anything until the quiet became almost unbearable. It was maybe 45 seconds, but it felt like hours.

“I don’t want you to be with him, fuck, I know that’s so selfish but I can’t help it.”

“I’m not with him,” you assured, “I’m really not. We’re friends and that is all.”

“You had sex with him though, that isn’t a thing friends do.”

Your heart was pounding seemingly out of your chest as you shoved the phone into your ear, eating up everything Nolan said because, in your opinion, it sounded like he still felt something for you.

“Do you regret it?”

You should have lied. You should have told him a small fib in an attempt to help the two of you try and fix this burning, broken that that lay at your feet.

“No.”

“Really? Not at all?”

“No, Nolan, not at all.”

“Did you do it just to hurt me?”

It was another chance to lie and work your way up with Nolan. You weren’t a liar though, that wasn’t a path you ever planned to take, especially being with someone so public.

You assumed your truths would open him up more and make it easier for the two of you to communicate.

“No.”

No, on all accounts. Nolan sighed heavily before ending the call without another word and you felt like you could fall into a black hole and disappear forever, that punishment felt worthy of how badly you fucked everything up.

#Nolan patrick #nolan patrick imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #mat barzal fic #travis konency fic

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My Only Sunshine - Chapter 7

Liv is as human as they come – faults and all. After a dark experience in her past, she is determined to live life on her own terms, and never let anyone claim her as theirs again. This becomes an issue, when she meets a 1000-yearold vampire, who is dead-set on claiming her as his own.

CHAPTER 6

The first blow to my face, as Thomas tried to wake me up from my drug induced state, was so hard that I immediately came too. He wanted me awake for what he had planned.

“There she is”, he smiled. “This isn’t exactly how I’d imagined this going; but beggars can’t be choosers… Here, look this way…”. He held up his camera, to take a picture of us together. My body felt limp, and my head fell to his shoulder. “Thomas, please…”, I croaked. He snapped the photo, just as I said please; and turned the camera around, so I could see myself on the small screen. “Look, such a pretty smile”. His voice was breathy, as he leaned in to put his lips to my temple.

I tilted my head to avoid the gesture, when Thomas grabbed a hold of my hair to hold me in place. I was shaking from fear, on top of whatever drug he had given me. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You know there’s something here”, Thomas said. “No. I don’t want this…”. He struck me across the face, and I felt a trickle of blood run into my eye from my eyebrow. For a moment, Thomas’ expression softened, as if he was surprised by his own action. Then he got on his feet, and began pacing the ground before me.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?”, he growled. “Here, I’ve been the perfect gentleman, doing the right thing, asking you on dates, and keeping other men away from you; so you’d understand, that you belong to me…”. I used what little strength I had to crawl backwards. In the distance, I saw the back door to the club; almost in a fog. I just had to make it there, get someone’s attention; and I’d be saved. “Help… me!”, I croaked, as loudly as I could.

I felt a sharp pain in my side, as Thomas kicked me in the ribs. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”. He kneeled next to me, and hit me again. Blow after blow struck every inch of my body he could reach; as I tried in vain to cover myself. I knew this was it – I was going to get raped, and killed. I couldn’t move; the sobs escaping me were so weak, that I knew I couldn’t even speak, let alone scream. Thomas produced a small knife from his pocket, and began slicing at my meager clothing. As he went to cut up my sequined bra, he cut a gash into my breast, making me groan in pain. “This is all you’re good for, anyway. Lie back and take it. You’re mine…”. He began tugging at his belt, to open it, and forced his knee between my legs.

The was a sudden gush of wind, and Thomas flew across the alley; landing on the ground, out cold. Standing over me, was a young man, with intense and curious eyes. He was pale, and as his lips parted, I saw his fangs. “You…”, I rasped, still unable to speak properly. “He will not harm you anymore”, the man said. “But you are bleeding heavily, and the strikes he has dealt are severe”. “I… don’t want to die”, I whispered. He knelt next to me. “What is your name, woman?”. “Liv…”. A smile ghosted his face. “And so you shall… I can heal you, and make this man leave you alone”. He placed a hand on my cheek. “But I would like something in return”. “What?”, I asked. “I would like to taste your blood… Only a little. Just to remember different days”.

It was beginning to be difficult to breathe, and I knew the vampire – which I now understood he was – was right. “Who are you?”, I asked. “My name is Godric”, he replied. “But once this is over, you will forget it; and meeting me… None the less, I would like your consent”. I swallowed painfully, and tasted blood. “Alright”, I croaked. “Yes… Please just make this stop… make him go away”.

Godric nodded with a smile, and got back on his feet, walking over to where Thomas was laying. He was coming too, as Godric raised him by the neck. “Don’t… You have no idea who the fuck you’re messing with!”, Thomas croaked. “I think I have an idea… But it doesn’t matter”, Godric said, and stared deeply into Thomas’ eyes. “You will leave this woman be. You’ve never met her, and have no wish to go after her. You were never here. Walk away, and forget”. He let go of Thomas, who stumbled backwards – dazed. He turned around, and walked out of the alley.

Coming back to kneel by me, Godric gently put his arm around my back, to lift me into a seated position. The movement was painful beyond belief, and I almost passed out. Bracing myself for more pain, as Godric lowered his head to me, for what I thought was a bite; I was surprised, when he pressed his lips to my chest, sucking from the wound there. His skin was cold, and sent a shiver through my body. He made no sounds as he fed from me; his lips and hands didn’t travel anywhere. He simply drank. After a moment, he lifted his head, and I thought he was about cry, from his expression. “As it was…”, he breathed; before meeting my eyes. “Thank you”. He bit into his wrist, and put it to my lips. I felt the taste of my own blood mixed with something different – something cold and dark, but none the less lifegiving. I closed my eyes, and felt pain leave my body. After a final swallow of his blood, Godric moved his wrist away from my mouth; and I let out an exhausted breath. I could feel myself healing, and getting stronger by the second.

Opening my eyes again, they met Godrics. They were like deep voids into nothingness; and yet piercing at the same time. “You will go home and forget. Burn your clothes. This never happened”. I frowned. “I don’t understand…”. Godric looked confused for a second. “We have never met…”. “But you saved my life!”.

Godric let go of me, and got on his feet in a fluid movement. I got up myself, though with less elegance. “Forget me. Forget what happened!”, he hissed. I shook my head in confusion. Godric clenched his jaw, his expression a mix of fear and intrigue. “You are… It’s not possible!”. “What? What’s wrong?”, I asked. He stepped towards me again, and smiled in wonder. “I cannot glamour you”, he said. Someone laughed in the distance, and I saw that the backdoor to the club was slightly agape. Godric grabbed my arm, and looked intently at me. “Leave this place. Disappear. Do not ever tell anyone what happened here. Will you promise me?”. “Yes… of course”, I croaked. Another gust of wind, and Godric was gone.

Slipping back into the club, I grabbed my belongings; before leaving – never to return.

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“Miss Sunday…? Liv!”. Erics voice pulled me out of my daze. His hand was on my shoulder, and he was hunched to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, master”, I said. “You don’t remember, do you…?”. Both Eric and Isabel looked at me intently. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “I…”, I croaked. My mind raced. “Eric, I think miss Sunday had one too many drinks back at the suite”, Pam said sharply. Eric gave her a hard look. “Maybe she’d like to get some fresh air…”. “Akta henne”, Eric muttered. He reluctantly let go of my shoulder; and Pam led me towards a large glass door, leading to a large terrasse. The area was empty of people.

“Thanks…”, I said. “Whatever”, Pam muttered. “You looked like you were about to be sick; and I didn’t want that shit near my new pumps”. I looked down at the shoes in question; and internally agreed with her, that that would indeed be a shame. I searched my purse for my cigarettes; thankfully finding both them and a lighter. Putting the cigarette to my lips, I drew in a lung of smoke, hoping it would calm me down. “I can’t tell them I don’t remember…”, I said; looking out over the lights of Dallas. “I can’t lie like that”. “Why not? You’ve been lying about being Erics for days. Lying seems to come naturally to you”. “That’s different”. “Why? Because it’s not a lie?”. She smirked amusedly at me. I took another draw from the smoke. “Because… If I don’t tell the truth, Godric might get executed. And that will hurt Eric”. “And you care about that?”, she asked. I cocked a brow at her. “Are we girlfriends now?”, I smiled challengingly. Pam simply rolled her eyes.

“It won’t matter what you say. Godric is guilty until proven innocent. And one human’s testimony won’t count as evidence enough”. She nabbed my cigarette, and took a draw from it – surprising me. “They’re just putting you on the stand as a matter of process”. “Why is it illegal to feed from a human in dry states? If the human is willing…”, I said. “It’s not illegal to feed, technically. It’s illegal to bite”. Pam handed me back the cigarette. “What?”, I frowned. She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s a good idea to read up on this shit, before you visit a somewhere new as a vampire… I have a bucket list for states I haven’t fed in yet. So far, I’m missing Illinois, North Dakota, Florida, Idaho and Alaska”. The thought of Pam roadtripping through the states to check of her list, made me quite uncomfortable. “So, you’re telling me that what Godric did wasn’t illegal?”, I asked. “He fed from you…”, Pam said. “But he didn’t bite me”, I retorted. Her eyes narrowed.

“And you remember that, how; exactly?”. Rose’s sudden appearance caught me off guard, and I coughed out a lungful of smoke. Rose nodded towards Pam. “Pamela…”. “Rose…”. Pam looked less than delighted to greet the other vampire. “You’re not fixing to throw our only witness off the roof, to help your grandsire; are you?”. Pam looked out the corner of her eye at me. “Can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind…”. Rose laughed heartily. “I’d have to kill you if you did”, she said, and looked at me. “No, we need this one. I for one, am going to make sure that she stays alive until the end of the trial”. “That makes me feel so much safer”, I grunted; and immediately regretted my words, from the look both vampires gave me.

Eric and Carl joined us on the terrasse; and though I hated his stupid vampire guts at the moment, I was happy to see the Viking. “Is there a problem here, ladies?”, Carl asked. Eric came to stand by me; taking a halfway protective stance in front of me. “Your human is mouthy…”, Rose said. “She forgets her place”. “Which is, of course, on her knees, baring her neck for you”, Carl said. “We know, Rose… Mainstreaming is wrong”. Rose smirked venomously at him. “Well, I see you’ve chosen a side”, she said. “Where is your beloved human, by the way…? Javier, isn’t it?”. Carl didn’t say anything, but I could tell Rose had struck a nerve.

Rose turned to Eric. “And you, Northman? We all know where you stand…”. “I stand on the side of Godric… that’s no secret”, Eric replied. “If you weren’t still attached to him, I dare say you’d be on our side; wouldn’t you…”. It was more a statement, than a question. “I don’t know…”, Eric smiled. “Mainstreaming has treated us well in Area 5”. Pam joined him in smiling. “So, you’re fine with your human being disrespectful to a fellow sheriff?”, Rose sneered.

Eric turned to face me. “Apologize to sheriff Pence”. His eyes were serious, warning me. “Of course, master”, I smiled. “My deepest apologies, sheriff. I’ll remember my place, from now on”. Rose didn’t seem convinced, but none the less nodded at me in response. “You seem different than the humans Northman usually brings to conventions”, she said. “They normally know how to behave, before they arrive”. “She’s new to our ways. Still learning”, Eric said. “I can tell”, Rose said. “Careful, human”. “Yes, sheriff Pence. My deepest regrets”, I smiled, finding it hard to let the gesture reach my eyes. “Leave the poor girl alone, Rose”, Carl said exasperatedly. Rose gave him a cold glare. “I have opening arguments to prepare”, Rose said, and left the terrasse. “Pence… any relation?”, I asked after they left. “Might be. He seems kind of anemic”, Pam smirked.

“Ow! Fuck…”. I shook my hand. The cigarette had burnt down to the butt; and scorched my fingertips in the process. Eric looked angrily at me. “I thought I told you how I feel about you smoking!”. Rage seeped through every pore of me. “I’m so very sorry, master. Please forgive me for my misdeeds!”, I mock-pleaded. Eric towered over me, staring me down. “This is another one of those situations I’m too uncomfortable with to watch”, Pam said. “I second that”, Carl muttered; and the two vampires left us to it.

Eric grabbed my arm. “What was that?”, he asked. “I’m not sure what you mean, master”, I replied quietly. “Why are you behaving like this?”. I looked down. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you. Do you wish to feed? Unless my just smoking has tainted the taste of my blood, of course”. I tilted my neck, to invite him into biting me. “You’re not being yourself”, Eric said. “I am just trying to do the job you expect me to”, I said, an edge to my voice. “If you don’t want to feed from me, maybe you’d prefer to have sex? I’m sure we could find a corner somewhere before the trial…”.

Suddenly, my back was against the wall, and Eric was pinning my wrists down beside me, and pushing his knee in between my thighs. “If I wanted to, I’d have you screaming my name in pleasure within seconds”, he hissed. My breath caught in my throat. “Are you expecting me to go along with that, because you’re paying me?”, I challenged. From his expression, I’d caught him of guard, and he didn’t know how to reply. “Let me go, Sheriff Northman”, I said coldly. He immediately did as I asked, and stepped back.

Erics eyes hit the ground in front of me. “The magister is going to ask you, what happened between you and Godric”, he said. “He didn’t do anything illegal. He never bit me”, I said. “You can’t remember that”. “Yes, I can, goddammit!”, I cried out. “No, you can’t!”, he bellowed. “Godric glamoured you. You have no memory of that night”. I threw up my hands in frustration. “I can help!”. Eric simply shook his head. “Godric doesn’t want you too help. Neither do I”. He began walking towards the door. “That’s bullshit”, I croaked. “You love him… want to keep him alive. Did he command you to ask me to lie?”. Eric looked over his shoulder at me, but didn’t respond. “He did; didn’t he…? Why?”. “To keep you alive… he knows the hurt it would cause, if…”. He didn’t finish. “For whom?”, I croaked. “I don’t matter to anyone here, anyway…”.

I didn’t get a reply. Eric simply walked over to the door, and opened it; gesturing for me to follow him inside.

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After being told to sit on a chair near the center of the room, I regretted having played dress up with Pam again. Every vampire present looked at me, as if I was a meal just waiting to be had. I was the only one in the room who was sitting, save for the magister; who’d taken his place on a throne-like chair, about ten feet away from me, facing in my direction. All other humans had been sent away, leaving me alone with the vampires. Eric and Pam stood as near to me, as they were able to, without crossing some invisible line, set up by some of the guards surrounding me. Rose had been right; they wanted me alive, at least for the duration of the trial.

Godric was led into the room, with silver chains around his wrists. His face didn’t give away any kind of pain or emotion; but it seemed Eric felt it all on his behalf from his pained expression. Pam gave him a short pat on the arm. When he caught my gaze, Godric smiled softly, and nodded. He was content to face whatever he had coming.

Eric had been truthful about the briefness of vampire trials. Opening arguments on both sides took very few minutes; as if everyone knew that the verdict had already been made. Isabel spoke as best she could about Godrics good deeds as sheriff, and how he had always followed the Authority’s laws, along with human ones, after the great reveal. Rose enthused about how Godric had broken these same laws, by biting a human in a dry state. She was a good politician, I had to admit; as she managed to speak about how important it was to uphold these same human laws, while still making her stance clear on how she felt vampire and human relations should be. I was almost dizzy at the end of both vampires speaking, and realized I hadn’t blinked in a long while; when a tear escaped my eye.

“Thank you, sheriff. Thank you, deputy”, the magister said unenthused. “Miss Sunday… are you feeling too emotional to testify?”. He’d turned his face to look at me, catching me off guard. “No, magister… I just forgot to blink”, I said. The magister laughed overbearingly. “Humans…”, he said, holding out a nonchalant hand. A murmur of laughter went through the room. Eric was tensing up, and once again, Pam put a hand on his arm; seemingly holding him back. “Are you ready to give testimony?”. I swallowed hard. “Can I ask a question first?”, I said. The magister narrowed his eyes at me. “You can try…”. I took a deep breath. “It doesn’t really matter what I say; you’ve already decided sheriff Godric is guilty”. “That’s not a question”, the magister said. “I guess not…”, I muttered. “What will happen, if you find Godric guilty?”.

The magister leaned back in his chair, and turned his cane in his hands. “Godric is old enough to know better. If we find that he’s broken the law, he’ll have to face the consequences”. “True death”, I said. “Yes”. The answer came promptly, and sent shivers down my spine – and not the good kind. I sat up straighter in my chair. “Now I’d like to get to your testimony… If that’s all right with you, of course”. It wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t, I knew; so, I simply nodded.

“A year ago, you were a dancer, at a human nightclub; called Sugar and Spices – is that correct?”. “Sugar and Spice. Yes”, I said. A cold smile ghosted the magisters face. “And on your last evening of that job, you met sheriff Godric”. “I did, yes”. The answer to that question should be safe enough, I figured. “Now, on the picture shown last night – at the event you attended with sheriff Northman – Godric was shown feeding from you”. “Is that a question?”, I said. Eric frowned at me, and I sighed. “Yes… the picture shows, he fed from me”. “Do you remember the picture being taken?”. “No”. That was the truth. I hadn’t been aware.

Rose stepped forwards again. “Magister. Whether or not this human remembers being fed on, doesn’t matter. The picture is proof that it happened. And it happened in a dry state”. The magister nodded. “According to human law, biting is prohibited in California”, he said. “If this picture is indeed not fabricated, Godric put our community in danger, by disobeying that law”. “And where is the proof that it is not?”, Isabel chimed in. “Are you claiming a photo-shop defense, Isabel?”, Rose chuckled.

“Here’s your proof!”. Stan barged through the room, with Thomas in tow. I felt myself shrink in my seat; and looked towards Eric for some kind of support; though I knew he couldn’t give any at the moment. I wasn’t even sure he wanted to. “Who is this, Stan?”, the magister said. “This is Thomas Porter. The photographer who took the picture”, Stan said. “Stan, you can’t bring in another witness all of a sudden!”, Isabel growled. The magister lifted a hand to halt her. “I want to hear this!”.

Stan led Thomas forwards, leaving him to stand next to where I was seated. I felt cold all over. “I was at Sugar and Spice that night; taking pictures for my piece”, Thomas said. “I followed this woman outside, to take a photograph of her winding down after the show. I went a little way off to catch the angle I wanted, when I saw this vampire attack her”. He gestured towards Godric. “That’s bullshit!”, I roared; real tears escaping my eyes now. “You’re sick, you know that?”. Thomas sighed, and smiled softly at me. “I think you’re confused, miss…”. I was shaking in my seat, and looked up at the magister. “That’s not what happened… Thomas Porter attacked me! Godric saved me…”. Godric sighed; a strange gesture from the ancient vampire. “That’s ridiculous!”, Thomas guffawed. “I just took some pictures of you”.

“Order in the court!”, the magister said. “Miss Sunday, whether this man attacked you or not, is for your own human authorities to handle. I’m focused on sheriff Godric’s crimes… Now, Mr. Porter; did this vampire notice you taking his picture?”. “I don’t believe he did…”, Thomas said. “He doesn’t remember! Godric glamoured him”, I said. It was the only viable explanation for Thomas’ forgetting. These vampires didn’t care what he did to me, so he didn’t need to defend his own actions towards me to them. All he knew, was that he had taken photographs of me. That was what he had meant, when he said he hadn’t forgotten about me. “Well, at least he did one thing right; if what you say is in fact what happened”, the magister said. Rose shook her head frustratedly. “Magister, please!”, she said. “No matter what passed between these humans, fact still remains. Godric bit, and fed on this woman! He cannot be chosen for another term as sheriff; and more importantly, he must be punished!”. “Miss Sunday just told you…”, Isabel began. “Godric glamoured her, obviously”, Rose said. “Made her believe another human had attacked her, and not him”.

The magister looked towards Godric. “Is this true? Did you glamour this woman?”. Godric looked at me solemnly. “I used my glamour on her, yes…”, he said; not lying. He had tried. “See? He even admits it!”, Rose said gleefully. “He is guilty!”. The magister nodded. “It seems he is”. A murmur arose, as vampires on both sides either rejoiced over Godric’s presumed guilt, or wanted to find a different explanation.

Not one of the vampires in the room cared about what had happened to me that night. Even though I’d told them, what Thomas did to me, and that Godric had saved me, it wouldn’t make a difference to his sentence. But lying about remembering; standing by, as someone claimed that Godric had broken the law, which would get him executed – I couldn’t do that. Even if it was because he’d wanted my blood, he had saved me.

“Godric fed from me, from a wound on my chest. He didn’t bite me”, I said, breaking through the sounds of the muttering crowd. The room went silent again. I looked around the room; and saw that all eyes were on me. “He didn’t break the law…”. “He glamoured you to forget, my dear”, the magister said. “No… No, he didn’t…”, I said. Eric shook his head at me; willing me with his eyes not to go further. “How would you know?”. I took a deep breath, and braced myself. “I-i… can’t be glamoured”. The magisters eyes widened, and he got up to stand. “Sheriff Northman, is this true?”, he demanded. “Sheriff Northman didn’t know”, I said, lying through my teeth for the first time during my testimony. Eric parted his lips, and I saw his chest heave from a silent gasp.

The magister walked towards me slowly. “You have witnessed the entire sheriffs’ convention, including this trial; without anyone succeeding in glamouring you?”. “Yes”, I whispered. In the blink of an eye, the magister was stood in front of me, having raised me to my feet by my shoulders. He looked deeply into my eyes, showing me the void in them I’d seen in other vampires when they tried to glamour me. He willed me to listen, and obey. “Miss Sunday… Liv. Let me feed on you…”. “No…”, I said quietly. He frowned deeply. “You’re going to tilt your head now, and let me feed on you!”. My heart was racing, and I was sure – for the second time in my life – that I was about to die; but I couldn’t give in to fear. “I’m not doing that”.

The magister stared at me for a long moment, before stepping back from me. “It seems the most reliable witness to this supposed crime, is in fact this young woman. She cannot be glamoured, and doesn’t win anything from protecting sheriff Godric”. He went back to sit on his chair. I let out a sigh of relief; unsure what I relieved about, really. I’d reacted too soon. “This is bullshit! Can’t be glamoured? You can’t take her word for it…”, Stan roared. “I’m not taking her word for it. I just tried glamouring her myself”, the magister said calmly. Stan exposed his fangs. “Put those away, Stanley”. “Fuck that!”, the cowboy-vampire snarled.

In an instant, Stan was on me; having thrown me to the floor. I was too shocked to scream, and wouldn’t have been able to, even if I wasn’t; because Stan was squeezing my throat with his large hand. Eric pounced at Stan, and struck him hard in the head. Stan let go of me, and the two of them got in to a full-blown fight. I was shaking, and tried to pull myself away from the tussling vampires. The SWAT-vampires pulled the two of them apart.

“Sheriff Northman, remove this human from the room”, the magister yelled. “Do not let her out of your sight until you are told otherwise”. Eric was next to me within an instant; and more or less carried me out of the room, tucked into his side. Pam gave all the surrounding vampires a wary look, as she walked next to us; ready for a fight. One of the bystanders took a step forward, and Eric bared his fangs at him.

Once we were in the elevator, my knees gave in; and I blacked out.

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My eyes flickered open, and I found myself in my bed in the suite. Eric was seated at the foot of the bed, with his back to me. “What happened?”, I asked. “You passed out in my arms”, he said, not turning around. “How long was I out?”. “A few hours”, he replied. “Javier has been watching you, while Pam and I attended the sentencing”. “Godric?”, I breathed. “They’re letting him go, on the condition that he doesn’t run for another term”. He got on his feet, while I sat up; and went to sit next to me. “I want to thank you, for what you did… Even if I did ask you to stay out of it”, he said. “You saved Godric’s life. It means more to me, than you can imagine”. I didn’t know how to reply. Saying you’re welcome didn’t really cover what I was feeling about the situation. “Stan?”, I asked quietly. “He’s been sent away, after the scene he made at the trial. He took the human, Thomas, with him”. He snarled the name. “It seems he was using him to take down Godric”.

Eric took my hand, and met my eyes warily. “Why did you tell the magister that I didn’t know?”, he asked. “What good would that have done? They’d have just punished you; and it wasn’t a fact that made any difference to Godric’s situation… or mine, for that matter”. I sighed heavily. “So, what happens now? Am I gonna be the magisters midnight snack?”, I asked. “No… You’ll be watched, to make sure you don’t speak of what you’ve heard or seen these last few nights…”. “But I wouldn’t do that”, I exclaimed. “I’m not suicidal!”. A smile ghosted Erics otherwise serious face. “You could have fooled me, sunshine”, he said. “One thing came from you lying about me knowing… They are punishing me… for being stupid enough to bring someone like you to the conference”. I felt my heart drop. “I’m so sorry, Eric…”, I sighed. He shook his head in response, and intertwined his fingers with mine. “My punishment is that I’m to keep an eye on you, make sure you don’t talk”. There was a warmth to his gaze, suddenly. “They’ll want monthly reports on your… situation”. “So, I’m a situation, now…”, I muttered.

I crawled of the bed, and got on my feet; but my knees gave, and Eric caught me against his chest. I was finding it hard not to savor being in his arms again. After a moment of us just standing there, he finally spoke. “What I said… it hurt you. And I'm sorry”, he said. They were strange words coming from his mouth, and I tried not to let them get to me; unsure if I could trust what I was hearing. “You were right… I knew what I was getting myself in to, taking this job… Hadn’t planned on the sex and blood-drinking part; but I should have known…”. Eric stroked my temple with his thumb. “Is that all it was? A job?”. I pulled away from him, and began walking towards the door; my legs not failing me this time. “I thought it wasn’t… But that’s what you said yourself.”, I muttered.

“I was jealous”. I spun around, my jaw dropping. Eric’s expression was earnest, and his arms hung by his side, making him look almost vulnerable. “Excuse me?”, I said. “You don’t get jealous about humans, remember?”. “I do about you". He hunched over a bit, looking at me intently. “You have men and vampires alike wanting you. And even though you’re not mine… or maybe because of that… let’s just say it rubs me the wrong way”. “Bill and Sam are my friends; my good friends… You can’t be jealous of every man that comes within 10 feet of me”, I said. “I’m jealous of the women, too”, he said with a slight smile; taking a few slow but confident steps towards me. “I still want you to be mine”. “Eric…”. I shook my head defeatedly. “You’re right. What you said hurt me. You hurt me… You can’t just feed me your blood to take that pain away”.

His face dropped from mischievous to somber, and he stopped in his tracks; stepping back to give me space. “I understand… I’ll let you rest, before the flight home”. There was clear pain in his voice. “What about your meeting with the Authority, before the sheriffs’ announcements?”, I asked. “Humans don’t take part in that”, he replied. “Your job at this conference is mostly over. I’ll see you home safe; and then you won’t have to see me again”. It was agony to hear him say that. “But… you’ll be watching”, I said. “You don’t want me there… and I trust you to keep quiet. I’ll make the reports without bothering you anymore”.

He walked towards the door out to the hallway. “Eric…?”, I said. He stopped in his tracks, and spun around to look at me. There was something hopeful in his eyes, and I almost felt guilty for continuing down a different path of conversation, than he seemed to have wanted. “What about Thomas? Will he…?”. “I’ll handle him. Make sure he doesn’t bother you again”, Eric said. “Godric commanded me to not kill him, but there are other ways. I’ll make sure you’re safe”. I looked down at the floor and nodded. “Thank you”. He nodded, and left the room.

I got out of the uncomfortable clothes Pam had Gingered me up in, and packed my suitcase; so that I’d be ready for when the limo would take us back to the airport. Feeling strangely jetlagged from having been on vampire-time the last few days, I couldn’t sleep; and decided to take a long, hot shower to calm myself down. Once I was once again dressed – in jeans and a tank top, not feeling comfortable using the clothes I’d bought with Erics card anymore – I grabbed a sandwich from the mini-fridge, and ate it whole; while curled up on one of the couches.

There was a knock on the door, and I looked out the peep-hole; surprised to see Godric standing there, alone. I opened the door, and stepped aside. “Eric isn’t here, but you’re welcome to come in and wait”, I said. “Would you like some TruBlood?”. The vampire smiled almost wonderingly at me. “No. Thank you. I came to see you; before you leave”.

Gesturing for him to sit on one couch, I went to sit on the other. “You risked your life for me. Thank you; but it was unwise of you”. “Lack of self-preservation on both our parts, I suppose”, I said. “They would have executed you”. “I was ready to face my end… It was an honorable cause, to keep you alive”. It was like a bucket of cold water in my face. “Don’t…”, I croaked. “I don’t want that burden on me. Why is my life more valuable than yours?”. “I’m not alive”, Godric smiled. I didn’t have a response to that.

We sat for a moment in silence. “I’m sorry you can’t be sheriff anymore…”, I said. “I’m not”, he said. “70 years is more than enough time on the sheriff’s post. I know very few with the stamina to hold the title for that long”. “It’s a powerful position”, I shrugged. “Power corrupts…”. Godric looked saddened all of a sudden. “You think Eric…”, I began. “Eric was born to power. He was the son of a king, before I took his human life. Power corrupted him in the womb”. My jaw dropped. “Oh… I didn’t know”. Godric must have been worried I’d think ill of him, because suddenly, he felt a desire to explain himself. “He was half-way dead, when we met. Had I not turned him; he would have died in agony”. “No, I meant, I didn’t know he was the son of a king”, I smiled. “I know you wouldn’t have killed him, just to turn him”. Godric tilted his head, and smiled. “How do you know that?”, he asked. “You just don’t seem like that kind of man… vampire”, I said. “And, you saved me… Even if you did only do it to taste my blood; you could have taken it against my will. But you didn’t want to”. He smiled, and shook his head in agreement.

I thought for a moment, on how to phrase my next question. “If you think Eric was corrupted from the beginning, why did you make him?”. Godric smiled softly, and seemed to slip back in a far away memory. “When I met him, I was lonely; closer to dead than alive in my heart. Eric had such fire in him, and reminded me that there was more to my existing than survival. There was companionship, joy… love for another being – in our case the love of family. Father, brother, son…”. “And the corruption?”. I was about to repeat the question, worried Godric hadn’t heard me due to his long pause; when he locked eyes with me again. “I know my child better than anyone, but one thing that will always amaze me, is how he manages to love with all his heart, as if it is not cold and hard as stone”.

I played with the tassel at the corner of one of the throw pillows. “You are… fidgeting”, Godric said. I stifled a smile. “Yeah, sorry… I know how your family hates that”. The vampire grinned. “No… It’s very human of you. That constant need for movement”. “Eric says it’s irritating”, I shrugged. “Eric is emotionally immature”, Godric retorted, raising a brow at me. “He doesn’t necessarily know the difference between irritation and infatuation”. I shook my head with a smile. “I don’t think you’ve read him correctly… I’m just a human”, I said. “Yes. Just a human”, Godric nodded. “To Eric, your humanity represents life itself; and the one thing he loves more than anything, is life”. I felt myself flush red.

The door to the hallway opened, and Eric stepped inside. I got up to stand by the window; almost as a reflex. Eric avoided my eyes, as much as I avoided his; whereas Godric seemed amused to be looking between the two of us. My soon-to-be ex-boss sat down in the spot I’d formerly occupied. “Isabel was made sheriff of Area 9”, he said. “The authority made a good choice. She will handle the position well”, Godric said contently. “What will you do now?”, Eric asked warily. “I haven’t decided…”, Godric replied.

Eric leaned forwards enthusiastically. “Come with us to Shreveport! There is a home for you with me”. “I think it’s best if I leave America for a while…”. The tall Viking suddenly looked like a small child, and I had to will myself to stay where I was; in stead of running over to embrace him comfortingly. “When will I see you again?”, he asked quietly. Godric smiled lovingly at his child. “I will come see you before I leave… both of you”. “Pam will be glad for the opportunity to say goodbye”, Eric muttered; making Godric laugh heartily. “Pamela only cares about me, because she cares about you…”, he said. “She wasn’t who I was speaking of”. His eyes travelled towards me; and I wanted to go hide under a rock. “Liv is going back to Bon Temps. I’ll be making monthly reports on her cooperation to the Authority; but we won’t be working together again”. Eric was very matter-of-factly in his tone. “Is that so?”, Godric said.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably. “We have a flight in about 5 hours. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to try to get some sleep”. Eric tentatively met my eyes, and nodded. “Of course. Pam and I will be at rest before you wake. Please make sure they load the right coffins into the car. Others will be leaving at the same time”. “I got it”. I looked towards Godric. “I’m glad that we met again, in spite of everything”. “As am I”, he said. “Take care of yourself, Godric”, I smiled, receiving a warm wondering smile in return.

Eric got up, and followed me over to the door of my room. “I said I’d remove those”, he said, and looked down at my neck. “Right…”, I said; and looked on, as he extracted his fangs, and pricked a hole in his finger. I met Erics eyes again, letting myself disappear into the vast blueness of them, as he gently stroked his fingertip over the fang-marks on my neck; and let his thumb brush against my jaw. “Sleep tight, sunshine”, he whispered.

I went into my room, and looked at Eric one last time; a pang of heartache streaming through me, as our eyes locked, before I closed the door.

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I slept during the whole flight back to Louisiana. The sun was still up when we landed in Shreveport; so, I got in my old beat-up car – which was still parked by the airport – and followed the sedan taking the travel coffins to Fangtasia; where Ginger let me and the driver in to the bar. He and the carrier left the coffins in the back office; and after Ginger had finished flirting with them, they left.

“I can take it from here, sweetie”, Ginger said; startling me, as I stood in my own thoughts, looking at Erics coffin. “Great… that’s great”, I said. I lingered for a moment, letting my fingertips trace the smooth surface of the coffin-lid. “Are you alright?”, Ginger asked. “Yeah, just a bit jet-lagged, I guess”. “I know the feeling. I hardly ever see the sun these days. Makes it easier to work here, you know? Keep up with vamp-time”. I nodded with a slight smile. “I’m gonna take off”. “Do you need me to tell them anything?”, she said. “No… Just tell Pam that her Louboutins are in the small suitcase”, I sighed.

I left the office and made my way through the empty bar towards the exit. “And Eric?”. Ginger had followed me out. I thought for a moment. Thank you for the mind-blowing sex. Thank you for trying to protect me against a man that hurt me. Thank you for making me feel beautiful and special. Thank you for wanting me – I want you too, more than I can say. “Tell him… thanks for the opportunity”, I said, and hurried out of the door.

When I woke the next morning, I had received an envelope in my mailbox; without stamp or address. Inside was a check for 10.000 dollars, and a note. - Didn’t want to insult you by leaving a tip. You’re welcome for the opportunity. Thank you for your services – E I sat for a long while, just staring at the two pieces of paper. This is what my experience had boiled down to; as it should. Payment and a civil communication of gratitude. I should have been happy, and content to move on; but inside, I was screaming with frustration over how we had ended things. Everything seemed unfinished.

#eric northman #eric northman fic #eric northman x oc #eric northman smut #true blood

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jaybear1701 · 3 years

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The Outpost is, without a shred of doubt, a shithole.

And Ellen Waverly secretly loves it, even though her fellow ASCANs frown at the tavern’s dilapidated exterior. Anybody who’s anybody knows about the dive bar frequented by astronauts, engineers, and other NASA staffers. Spoken about with hushed reverence, the Outpost is hallowed ground, a right of passage, and a frisson of excitement courses through Ellen as they pause just outside its entrance.

“This is it?” Dani Poole eyes the peeling red paint of the watering hole’s sign, uncertainty lacing her voice as she clutches the strap of her purse.

“Yep.” Molly Cobb lights a cigarette dangling from the corner of her lips. She pulls the door open, hinges squeaking, and the odor of cheap beer and stale smoke wafts out. “You gonna stand out here gaping all night?” Molly strides in without waiting for a response. Patty Doyle’s right on her heels, as usual.

Neither bothers to check if the others are following, but Tracy Stevens manages to catch the door before it swings shut again. “Let’s go, ladies.” She ushers the others inside. “Can’t let Cobb and Doyle have all the fun.”

The stench, now mingled with sweat and other odors barely concealed by fading cologne, intensifies the second Ellen sets foot inside the dimly lit bar. She wrinkles her nose and, as her eyes adjust, they walk past a beat up cigarette machine into a tightly packed space where all eyes immediately fall on them. Ellen thinks she recognizes some of the men from around the halls of JSC, but in all honesty they blended together in a uniform mass of white oxfords, skinny black ties, and thinly veiled disapproval. They were all just waiting for them to fail.

“Same shit, different toilet,” Molly mutters under her breath. Still, she throws her head back high, cocksure, and swaggers toward a pool table with Patty. Her heavy boot steps draw even more attention, not that Molly pays it any mind, acting as if she’s frequented The Outpost all her life. Like she belongs there.

Ellen does her best to follow Molly’s cue, straightening her spine and making her way around a jukebox that’s seen better days to the last empty table. “First round’s on me,” she announces, surprising even herself.

“That’s mighty generous,” Dani says as she and the others take their seats. The legs of their chairs scrape across the slightly sticky wood floor. They all pretend they don’t see the little brown insects that scatter from beneath the table.

“What would you like?” Ellen asks before any of them decide to hightail it outta there.

“Round of JD,” Tracy responds. “Least that’s what Gordo has when he’s here. If that’s all right with y’all, of course,” she adds to murmurs of assent.

“Coming right up.” Ellen beelines for the bar, continuing to ignore the stares from around the room that make the tips of her ears burn despite her carefully curated air of indifference.

She manages to find a small opening between the occupied, but is disappointed when no one’s there to serve drinks. The bartender probably took a quick break, she thinks, focusing her attention on the black-and-white astronaut photos that line the wood-paneled walls. Idly drumming her fingers against distressed mahogany, she wonders if her picture would ever be prominently displayed alongside the likes of Armstrong, Glenn, and Aldrin. Of if she’ll wash out, as her mother seems to be expecting.

An unsubtle cough interrupts Ellen’s musings, and a man leans an elbow on the bar to her left, a little too close for comfort.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a place like this?” He slurs out the oh-so-creative pickup line, alcohol sharp on his breath.

It takes all of her willpower not to roll her eyes in disgust. Instead, she pretends not to hear him, but he persists. “Never seen ya before. Y’all tourists or somethin’? Sightseein’?”

Irritation spikes in Ellen, who has half a mind to correct him, nondisclosure agreements be damned, when another voice cuts in. “Jimbo, what’d I tell you about scaring new customers?”

Ellen turns her head to the right and… Oh.

She’s not quite sure what she expected when it came to The Outpost’s barkeep. Based on the decor, she wouldn’t have been surprised by someone schlubby and indifferent and borderline antisocial. But Ellen most certainly isn’t expecting one of the prettiest women she’s ever seen, with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a careless ponytail, bangs hanging just above eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. And just like that, Ellen’s starting to understand the appeal of the place.

“C’mon now, Pam,” Jimbo drawls, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Jus’ tryin’ to be friendly.”

“Uh huh.” Pam cants her head to the side, unconvinced. “Get outta here before I call your wife.” After he slinks away, Pam gives Ellen an easy smile, bracing her hands on the bar. “Sorry ‘bout that. What can I get for you?”

It’s not until Pam’s closer that Ellen remembers to breathe, the influx of oxygen allowing her to regain control of her faculties and notice the pin fastened to Pam’s maroon t-shirt. It reads in bold white letters against a black background bespeckled by stars: A Woman’s Place Is In Space.

Ellen’s stomach swoops in delight.

“You okay?” Pam asks when Ellen doesn’t answer right away.

“Oh, er,” Ellen intelligently answers in a manner befitting a future astronaut. “Yes, sorry.” Heat rises in her cheeks. “Drinks?” She vaguely gestures toward the other candidates, and the pool table where Molly’s lining up a shot that sends a striped ball straight into a corner pocket. “For me. And my…” Her what? They aren’t exactly friends. Rivals would be closer to the truth, but that would sound weird. And she’s already being weird. She eventually settles on, “Colleagues.”

“Drinks,” Pam repeats, eyebrows disappearing beneath her fringe.

“Yes, um, please.”

“Sure thing.” Pam nods, thoughtfully observing the other women for a moment before fixing her gaze back on Ellen. “Got something particular in mind? Or should I surprise you?”

Ellen somehow manages not to smack the heel of her hand to her forehead. “Sorry. Jack Daniels for, uh, seven.”

“You got it, space cadet.” With a wink, Pam pushes off the bar to fetch a set of lowball glasses and arranges them in a neat row.

It takes a few seconds before Pam’s words catch up with Ellen. Was Pam referring to Ellen’s embarrassingly delayed response or… “Space cadet?”

“You all are the female astronaut candidates, aren’t you?” Pam reaches past several rows of bottles to fetch the whiskey.

“What, uh, what makes you think that?” Ellen nervously brushes her hair behind her ear. No one’s supposed to know who they are until they graduate. If they graduate.

Pam shrugs, the tip of the bottle’s spout poised above the glasses. “Groups of women don’t really wander in here. Plus, some of you match the scuttlebutt I’ve heard here and there.”

“Scuttlebutt?”

“NASA types like to talk, especially after they’ve had a few.”

“That’s… not unsettling in the slightest.” Ellen tries and fails to tamp down a swell of unease, wondering if they’d all be bounced from the program if word got out.

“Relax.” Pam chuckles, as if reading her mind. She tips the bottle forward, expertly eyeballing two fingers of brown liquor per glass. “What’s said here stays here. Unless you’re a reporter, then I’m sworn under our unofficial Baldwin rule to kick you out.”

“Definitely not a reporter,” Ellen says, recalling Ed Baldwin’s very public misstep in calling out NASA after the Soviets landed on the moon last summer. Relief eases some of the tension between Ellen’s shoulders. She shifts from one foot to the other, curiosity getting the better of her. “So, what have they been saying? All good things, I’m guessing,” she jokes weakly, all too aware of the rampant sexism among many, if not most, of her male counterparts.

“They wouldn’t dare say anything negative within earshot of me.” Pam taps her equality button. “Would never get a drink otherwise.”

Ellen can’t stop herself from smiling as Pam finishes pouring, sets the bottle down, and crosses her arms.

“Let’s see, I’ve heard that two of them were in Mercury 13. Have chips on their shoulders.” Pam nods toward Molly and Patty playing pool. “I’m guessing they’re the ones over there acting like they own the place.” There’s an underlying current of respect in her voice as her line of sight drifts toward the lone table surrounded by women. “The blonde? I’d bet all my tips that she’s Tracy Stevens. Got those Hollywood looks that’d be Gordo’s type.”

Ellen has to admit she’s impressed. “And me?” She asks before she can stop herself.

Blue eyes darting across Ellen’s face, Pam appraises her in a way that sparks flutters against her ribs. “I’m afraid I haven’t heard about you, Ms...?”

“Waverly.” Ellen sticks her hand out. “Ellen Waverly.”

Pam grasps her hand, grip firm yet gentle, palm warm and smooth. “Nice to meet you, Ellen Waverly.”

“And you’re Pam.”

“That’s right.” Neither of them moves to let go. “Pam Horton.”

Another patron accidentally jostles Ellen’s shoulder and she immediately drops Pam’s hand. “Can I get a couple of beers, Pam?” He asks.

“Just a sec.” She says, transferring the whiskey glasses to a round serving tray.

“So, uh,” Ellen clears her throat as she reaches for her purse. “What do I owe you?” Pam waves her away. “First round’s on the house.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” Her smile is genuine, radiant. “It’s the least I can do for the first American women heading to space.”

Ellen ducks her head, pleased yet embarrassed. “We haven’t passed yet.”

Pam looks her straight in the eye, and says without hesitation, “You will.”

Warmth blooms inside Ellen’s chest from Pam’s sincerity. “I… thank you." She hopes her face isn't as red as it feels. "We’ll make it up to you.”

“Prove all the assholes out there wrong, and we’ll be square.” Pam pulls out two beer bottles, swiftly pops off their caps, and hands them to the man. She inclines her head toward the tray of Jack Daniels. “I’ll have these out to you in a jiffy.”

With one last nod, Ellen makes her way back to the table, heart pounding and already vowing to return to the shithole that wasn’t so shitty after all.

#ellen x pam #for all mankind #ellen waverly #pam horton #spacepoet #fam fic #famk fic

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Sixteen - Love F*cking Sucks

Word Count: 2300

Author’s Note: I love this chapter, I’m not going to lie. A chance for Y/N to interact with Michael and Dwight and Pam a bit more. Update in two days, it’s my mum’s birthday tomorrow so I won’t have the time. And if you want tagged, let me know!

WARNING: none.

May, 2007.

Being the office pariah was hard work.

Despite talking to Karen, the office was still divided, Jim wasn't talking to you, and now you had managed to ruin what little friendship you had with Kelly since you agreed to go to Phyllis' wedding with Ryan. In hindsight, it was a bad move, but you still decided to go through with it, and as the big day came a week later, Ryan picked you up at your apartment in a handsome suit, meeting you at the door with a smile and a rose in hand.

"Oh, wow... Ryan, you really shouldn't have." You smiled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, accepting the flower that matched your pastel pink dress.

"Oh, it's nothing..." He shrugged, and with that he led you to the car, opening the passenger door for you. Once you were both settled in the car, Ryan took off towards Pam's apartment, per request. You hadn't wanted anything to be too serious between Ryan and you, so Pam suggested she carpool with you both. You had hastily agreed, and Pam hurried from her flat to the car in a gorgeous mauve dress, jumping in the backseat as Ryan tried his best not to glare.

"Thank you guys so much for the ride." Pam said as Ryan pulled out once more, this time for the Scranton Unitarian Church. You reached behind your seat and squeezed Pam's hand in greeting.

"So, correct me if I'm wrong... But did Phyllis steal our wedding stationery?" You asked, and Pam nodded fast, her eyes widening. When it all came down to it, you had planned more of Pam's wedding than Roy ever did, and the pair of you had began talking about it with nostalgia as the wedding you shared.

"You noticed it too! I thought I was going crazy." She chuckled a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought it was a little too suspicious how involved Phyllis got towards the final stages of wedding planning... $10 says she copied something else."

"You can't really think Phyllis would do that..." Ryan interrupted, laughing nervously. You and Pam just looked him over.

"If you are so sure, bet on it. I'm with Pam on this one though..." You dared him, and Ryan sighed, giving you a little look before smiling and nodding, taking the bet.

By the time the reception rolled around, Ryan was out by about $70, paying Pam a tenner for every thing Phyllis stole from her wedding plans, with you as the unbiased judge. From the wedding band Scrantonicity, Kevin so lovingly on drums and lead vocals, to the flower arrangements and even the wedding dress, Phyllis had taken Pam's wedding and just changed the names on the invite. What began as something that had bummed Pam out soon turned into a fun game, the three of you making comments all night on the similarities. When Roy made his way over about halfway through the night, he remarked on the flowers, and the three of you couldn't stop laughing at the inside joke that had been formed.

The ceremony could have gone better, Michael trying his very best to steal the limelight, and Kelly had turned up in white to try and torment Ryan. You even heard through the grapevine that Jim had Dwight on the lookout for wedding crashers, and a part of you wished to have been a part of the joke. But he wasn't talking to you, not the other way around.

By hour two, Michael had been told to leave.

By hour three, Ryan and Kelly had gotten back together. It was not in any way surprising, and you were honestly glad, since Ryan turned out to be a terrible bore, and he wouldn't shut up about the work website you had talked about the week before. You were going to turn to Pam for intelligent conversation, but she had ended up disappearing with Roy.

By hour four, you had exhausted the singles market, and after spotting Phyllis' nephew Jordan headed your way, now with a soul patch and fedora, you decided it was a good idea to go have a cigarette, or four. You found your way to the church's garden area, and while a part of you wondered if smoking on hallowed ground was really appropriate, you spotted the preacher over the road with a cigar in hand, and decided to just say fuck it.

"I thought you quit that stuff." a voice spoke up as you took the first drag of the stick, and you turned to find Michael sitting on a bench beside a rather old man. When he had been kicked out of the party earlier, Dwight had refused to let him back inside, and you had honestly thought he would have just gone home.

"Old habits die hard... Kinda picked it back up again." You said casually, taking another hit. A part of you wanted to stub it out, you could see the disappointment in Michael's eyes, but you couldn't quite do it.

"Well, if you want to die of lung cancer, Y/N, I won't let you do it alone." Michael laughed, and walked over, taking the smoke from you and breathing in. He coughed excessively on the exhale, and you patted his back. "Jeez, I forgot how bad it tasted." You laughed at him, taking one last drag before stubbing it out on the picnic table. The pair of you sat down across from the old man, who looked more than a little confused.

"Who is-" you started to ask.

"I don't know, he doesn't talk sense. I've been listening to him for twenty minutes now." Michael butted in, and the pair of you fell silent for a while. You played with the cigarette box and lighter in your hands, Michael loosened his tie. You blew a fallen strand of hair away from your nose, Michael took off his blazer and draped it over your shoulders to battle the cold air. "So, word around the office is you kissed Jim." Michael finally spoke up, and you looked to him. He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, manager doesn't get involved with the gossip... But Dwight did tell me, also said something about a secret mission?"

"Managed to convince him that I was a deep cover spy with the CIA... Karen is a Russian agent..." You chuckled to yourself as your spoke.

"Is Jim the conflicted love interest?" Michael pressed, and you sighed.

In truth, you weren't exactly sure how you had been feeling the past few weeks. Since Oscar's welcome back, and that kiss with Jim, you had no clue where you stood with your best friend. You had barely spoken, and despite apologising he was still avoiding you. And even though you knew it was just a drunken mistake, that you didn't feel that way about him... Well, you didn't really know for sure.

He was Jim, the guy with the smile and the pranks and the laugh. He was the shoulder you had cried on, your partner in crime, your confidant. He was your HHD buddy, and your go-to guy for movie night. He was the one who gave your life that little extra colour, who made sure to keep a spare umbrella in his car in case of rain, with his straggly hair that needed a trim and his messy habits that led to you finding his car keys in the fridge one time. He helped you through Brian, through Patrick, through however many more guys and girls who broke your heart.

He was the friend who picked you up one warm Saturday morning at 10 am on the dot, despite his tendency to be late, and drove you to Scranton Cemetery. The guy who bought your mom's favourite flowers to place on her grave after seeing a photo in your apartment. The man who stood beside you and held your hand as you talked to her headstone, recounting stories of your childhood. You remembered he talked to her too, and told your mom what an incredible woman you had become, how proud she would have been to see you all grown up. And then, he drove you around town all day, letting you take him to the different parts of Scranton that reminded you of her. You ended up on your couch that night, an Alfredo's pizza and chinese takeout feast in front of you, while he picked out your favourite movie and let you fall asleep on his shoulder.

Jim was the only person in this world who made you feel like you were unconditionally, wholeheartedly, absolutely loved.

And suddenly, it pieced together in your head.

Pam and Patrick's words on Casino Night, Dwight's analysis, the looks the pair of you had got in the office when he first started. Teasing from Michael and the warehouse crews for years over something you completely denied, because you never believed you would be so cliché as to fall in love with your best friend.

"How long have you known I was in love with Jim?" You asked after minutes of silence, but before Michael could answer, Phyllis and Bob Vance, Vance Refrigeration, appeared from the reception hall, wedding guests in tow, to embark on their honeymoon. Phyllis stopped by the pair of you, looking between Michael and the old man.

"You found Uncle Al!" She said with a smile, hugging Michael quickly to thank him before Bob Vance, Vance Refrigeration, whisked her away.

Amongst the crowd, you spotted Jim and Karen, and it felt like a dull pain that had been in your gut for years just intensified until you felt tears brimming. You rushed inside, aiming to grab your clutch and jacket from your assigned seat and leave, but on the way out you crashed into someone.

Dwight.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, surprising you as tears began to roll down your cheeks. Dwight wasn't the sort to notice tears, rather the mud on your shoes over emotions.

"I-" You tried to speak, but instead you sobbed, and Dwight pulled you into an awkwardly placed hug, letting you cry onto his shoulder. And even though you were 99% sure it was the same suit his grandfather died in, you were grateful for the comforting gesture. You stayed there a moment with him, only moving away once you heard the crowd coming back into the building for a few more hours of an open bar and semi-decent music.

"Do I need to hurt somebody, Agent DeMarco?" Dwight asked in all seriousness, and you let out a little laugh.

"Shit, Dwight..." You wondered if it was wrong to keep up the facade, but the idea made you smile wider. "Nothing to worry about, Agent. I'll see you at work?" Dwight nodded, and you glanced quickly around the room, hoping to see Pam and say goodbye.

Instead, Jim caught your eye. He took one look and his face fell from laughter to concern, and he mouthed a quick 'you ok?' across the room. You bit your lip, taking a few deep breaths before walking out, not wanting to give a reply. Not knowing what to say.

Once you were back in the cool night air, a cigarette between your lips and a shaky hand lighting it, you shrugged off Michael's blazer in place of your own jacket, sitting it on the picnic bench beside your boss, who had remained in the cold despite the party continuing.

"Share a cab?" You asked him, and he nodded, getting up and walking to the main road with you. Words weren't exchanged, two lonesome souls walking the pavement surrounded by an air of, what could only be described as, uncertainty. Michael waved down a cab, the pair of you getting in, and making the short journey home. As you pulled in to your apartment, Michael finally spoke up.

"That first day Jim came in, you two hit it off right away, and I just saw the look in your eye. Everytime he spoke, you were completely focused on him, on his eyes, on his smile. You tried so hard to make a good impression." Michael chuckled softly, and you looked over to him, you hand hesitant on opening the door. "And then he asked you out that day you were complaining about grocery shopping..."

"That wasn't a date." You quickly corrected him, stepping out of the car.

"Of course it was! And for whatever reason, you both decided it wouldn't work... Greatest mystery I've ever been witness to." Michael countered, leaving you speechless as the car drove away. You stood for a few minutes on the sidewalk until you got cold, then headed into your flat.

That night, you didn't sleep. Instead, you went through photo albums, through computer photo folders, through memories, an endless glass of wine by your side, trying to figure out exactly how you looked at Jim... This rumoured look you had for him, one you had never noticed before, was suddenly glaringly obvious. And you compared it too, with other photos you had with friends, with ex partners. You never looked at anyone like you looked at Jim.

And as it rolled on 5 am rolled in, the sun slowly rising outside, casting light into your bedroom window, and you were beyond drunk on the amount of alcohol consumed, you decided it was time to come to terms with the truth:

Love fucking sucks, and you were in love with Jim Halpert.

Tags: @imsuperawkward @rosie2801 @onceuponahuntersrealm @poppirocks

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yes !! haha i had to find a photo of it 😂

i definitely want to read the book now, esp if it's better than the movie

WAIT I SAW THAT TWEET TOO I NEARLY BUSTED A LUNG ALDHALJFLADH that would be so funny 😭

im have high hopes for creker but then again, they never really disappoint !

streaming a 40 minute music video hahah 😭😭😭 reminds me of txt's eternally mv that's a whole 20 minutes long lol

yes !! why is changmin crying i need to know whats wrong and what happened immediately

idk if you've ever seen golden child's burn it mv, but its kinda what i imagine creker will do? like dramatic and suspenseful and everything !

yes ! i live for darker concepts but i still love the refreshing ones ! i like when they switch it up :D wbu??

it depends for me 😅 albums are so expensive :") i usually watch unboxing videos to see all the different photos n everything and then decide. OMG THE KINGDOM AR CARDS 😭😭😭 SO PRETTY ! i hate limited edition things or like the be your own king merch that u could only get through fancafe 🥲

wait also, do u have a tbz bias 😭 i would assume its hyunjae or juyeon?? but im not sure

THAT PIC ALKDJFKA ok this brings back memories now :') he looks so helpless and done with life AHAHA. oooh have you seen alice in borderland? i know everyone's obsessing over squid game rn but i actually liked borderland more with its cleverly crafted games (and the the element of fear too omg the level with the horse masks still remains in my mind). what do you think about all these death game thrillers!!

omg txt's mv really be 19:32.... ok i will go watch this later LOL. but have you seen all those edits with chanhee/changmin crying as the equivalent of the squid game characters.... :'))) and yeahHH golcha's burn it and ra pam pam mvs!! glad they're bringing back those cinematic mvs that were so trendy before in second gen groups 😍 i'm all here for the dark concepts!! still not over drink it tbh, i was hoping for a halloween dance practice for it :')

oooh definitely nice to know what you're getting ahead of time when they're so expensive 😭 do you collect pcs? yeah i literally added the kingdom AR cards to my cart then hesitated, and by the time i made up my mind THEY WERE SOLD OUT <////3 cries. the byok stuff was so cute too 😭

AND UMM.... hah.... i'm not sure about a bias either LOL for now i'd say juyeon, hyunjae, younghoon, and sangyeon all count 🤡 and yours is sunwoo right? do you have a bias wrecker?

OKAY BUT THOUGHTS??? on the highlight medly??? and the possible squid game announcer voice???? maverick came on and i was like.... oh hi nct.... afdlkajf it's gotta be the chanting chorus LMAO. kinda liking the sound of russian roulette tho!!

#em <3 #ask

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The Klainemas Waltz

Day Fourteen: Nip

There was a definite nip in the air as the carriage started off, and Kurt pulled down a blanket, urging Blaine to cover up his feet “So they don’t become footsicles.”

“You never stop do you?” Blaine asked, though there was a warmth to his voice.

“Stop what?”

“Looking for ways to help people.”

Kurt heaved out a sigh “Sometimes it’s easier to just...focus on other people’s needs.”

“You just described the life of a royal, well except the easy part.” Blaine mimed putting on a fancy crown and gave a small dainty wave, making Kurt giggle, but then saw Blaine looked a little distant.

“It must be a lot of pressure, taking over for your father, especially after just losing him.”

“He was a great man who did so much to bring Gallwick together. He supported me so much after I came out, and made sure I knew how much he cared for me. The people loved him.”

“I’m sure they’ll come to love you too.”

“Not if I give another speech like last year.”

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.” Kurt said, cuddling in closer to Blaine as the wind blew past them.

Blaine also shifted closer “I allowed them to upload it on the internet...and then I read the comments.”

Kurt winced “Ooh no, you don’t do that. You never read the comments!”

“Well I know that now!”

“So this is your second chance.”

“That’s why I have to get it right.”

“Can I be honest with you?” At Blaine’s murmur of assent, Kurt continued. “If you want to connect with your people? Show them more of this side of you. Of just Blaine. As it turns out, he’s not half bad.”

“Ah, the insult disguised as a compliment, a very advanced technique.” At that they both laughed, until Blaine saw a couple with their phone held up and he quickly turned himself to avoid being captured in their photo.

Kurt placed a placating hand on Blaine, urging him to look at him. “Don’t worry, they’re not taking pictures of us, just the carriage. Tourists, you know?”

“Yes, but convincing my people that I care about them is going to be hard to do if I’m seen frolicking around in Connecticut.”

“I doubt anyone could ever accuse you of...frolicking.” Kurt said. At that point, they passed Sam and Mercedes who were still walking arm in arm, and Mercedes shot them an incredulous look.

“Really? You got transportation? It’s not that long of a walk boys!”

“I had a footwear malfunction!” Blaine said.

“Ah yes, I see.” Sam said, sending him a look.

“I could have gotten frostbite!” Blaine insisted.

“Of course sir.” At that, Mercedes began to giggle as the carriage went past them.

Blaine put his face into his hands for a second, taking in a deep breath. “Oh god, Sam is never going to let me live this down.”

“I’m sure he won’t say anything else, I mean, you are his boss.” Kurt replied.

“I’m also his best friend from high school.” At Kurt’s surprised look, he nodded. “Really. Sam takes this job really seriously. But he’s also a bit of a goofball, and isn’t afraid to let me have it the minute he’s off duty.”

All too soon the carriage pulled up to the inn, and Blaine jumped out to help Kurt down. Both of them realized they were still holding hands as their ride was leaving the grounds. They let go reluctantly, and went inside, both shivering from the could.

“I’m just going to go upstairs for a dry pair of socks.” Blaine replied. “And different shoes.”

“Oh wait, I’ve got just the thing.” Kurt rushed off towards the sitting room where his father, Pam, and Carole were sitting next to the fire nursing mugs of something warm. Kurt pulled open a bag, and drew out something red and warm, tossing it to Blaine. Upon seeing it was a pair of festive socks he tossed them back.

“Someday you will wear the fuzzy Christmas socks!” Kurt said, shaking said socks in his fist.

“I shall not.” Blaine said, and quickly went to get changed, coming back down to Burt entering the room with a dour expression on his face.

“Bad news about the airport I imagine?”

“Actually you’re on a flight out first thing in the morning.”

“That’s excellent news.” Blaine said, but the glance he gave Kurt and the less than enthusiastic tone of his voice told another story.

“But you still look like something is wrong.” Kurt said.

Burt sighed, removing his ever present baseball hat to run his hand over his bald head. “The pavilion for the pyjama ball had an issue. The snow was so wet and heavy it caused a hole in the roof. It can’t be repaired until after the holidays.”

“Yeah, I just got the text.” Mercedes said. We can’t use the building at all now, due to the codes. And the community centre is out because they are already going to be set up for their Christmas morning program.”

“There’s nowhere else that has enough space.” Kurt sighed. “Wait, what about the barn? We could bring in portable space heaters.”

“Fire hazard.” Mercedes singsonged.

“Cedes, please stop being so good at your job.” Kurt said, at which she shrugged with apology.

“If nothing works out, we may need to postpone.” Burt said.

“But it’s the Christmas Eve Pyjama Ball, we can’t do it after that. It’s like keeping your tree up into February, it would just be wrong...of course if I had my way I’d keep the tree up all year long, so maybe not the best analogy.” Kurt said, causing everyone to laugh.

Burt laid a hand on Kurt's shoulder. “Wouldn’t be the first time something in New England got cancelled because of the weather.”

“But it’s the 75’th anniversary, it has to be special!”

Blaine spoke up “Sorry to intrude, but why don’t you just have it here? You have a ballroom.”

Burt looked at Blaine, smiling a little but trying to hide it “That would be a lot to organize in just a few days. Plus I’m not sure we have enough room.”

Mercedes piped up “I can call a few party rental places to see if they have a tent. They may not have one big enough, and at this rate, we’ll have to check tomorrow.”

“Until then, this tree needs trimming. Come on, I’ve already got all the ornaments out.” Burt said, guiding Kurt to the tree.

“Ooh, is this another Kenstbury Christmas event?” Pam asked.

“No, just a little family tradition. We always wait until Kurt gets home to decorate the tree.” Burt looked fondly at his son, but then looked to their guests “Would you like to join us?”

Pam nodded but Blaine made an awkward noise. “Thank you, but we don’t want to intrude on a family tradition.”

“You know, I haven’t decorated a tree since before I met your father.” Pam said, setting down her tea cup.

“I haven’t...ever.” Blaine replied.

“How is that possible?” Kurt demanded.

“We just have too many other responsibilities at this time of year. And an entire team of people whose job it is to decorate.” Pam replied.

“Well so do we. And now you’re on it.” Burt exclaimed. “I won’t take no for an answer, come on!” Soon they all broke out into song, stinging lights and ornaments along the tree branches.

#klaine advent 2020 #klaine advent: nip #my stuff #writing #fanfic #klaine #merry klainemas!

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whythinktoomuch · 5 years

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I heard you wanna write a soulmate AU, so how about Soulmate AU + Not a Date?

24 (Soul Mate AU) & 46 (Not a date)

Kara and Alex were in the business of Love. Or more specifically, they were in the business of sparking the first stirrings of affection between soulmates. Or even more specifically, they were in the business of shooting love-tipped arrows at various individuals as assigned to them by upper management.

The process was very simple:

Everyday, they checked their emails, downloaded the relevant files—name, photo, other basic information—onto their smartwatches, shadowed their targets, then shot them with an arrow once the timer counted down to zero.

For the most part, cupids worked alone. There were certainly times when Kara and Alex have teamed up—having been assigned the other half of the same pair—or times when Winn would tag along for the occasional throuple-to-be. But oftentimes, love didn’t really work that way.

After all, love wasn’t, by any means, an exact science. Mutual true love at first glance was simply impossible.

People hardly ever fell in love right away. They might, instead, fall in love the third—fourth, fifth, or maybe even the twenty-fifth—time they saw each other.

Or they fell in love at different times. So, it was not uncommon for Kara to successfully complete an assignment, only to come back weeks or months later for their partner as well.

But Kara was damn good at her job! Which was why it was especially frustrating when she couldn’t track down her latest target with the timer at the five minute marker.

In her careless rush, Kara managed to knock down a woman who just happened to be walking in her path. She was quick to offer a hand and help the woman to her feet, and… it hurt…?

It wasn’t exactly physical pain, per se; cupids were practically indestructible, so Kara had barely felt the impact.

But it was definitely something… bodily. The moment the woman’s eyes met Kara’s, she felt her stomach caving in on itself.

“Are you okay?” the woman asked, a good thirty seconds after Kara had tried to say it herself. “Sorry, guess I didn’t see you there.”

“My fault, my fault,” Kara said hastily. “Sorry.”

The woman’s brow dipped. “You look a little… lost. Do you need help finding anything?”

“Nope.” Then Kara mentally kicked herself. “Actually, yeah, maybe. I’m looking for…” she trailed off, surreptitiously glancing down at her smartwatch to refresh her memory, “… a Pamela Byers?”

“Oh, Pam? She’s the head of our HR department,” the woman said brightly. “Here, I’ll take you.”

And it was with this woman’s help that Kara just managed to make her deadline—sending out an invisible dart with a quick flick of the wrist, striking Pam right between the shoulder blades just as she was opening a text message from her boyfriend.

Later, when Kara brought up the mysterious pangs that Lena Luthor—well, just Lena, the woman had insisted as they shook hands—had roused in her belly, Alex just raised an eyebrow and suggested that Kara refer back to the handbook.

“Why? How is that relevant?”

“You’ve worked five whole years as a cupid and never once heard of a ‘crush’?” Alex asked, incredulous.

Kara rolled her eyes. “Of course, I know what that is. I just don’t see how that’s relevant for me specifically. I’ve never… you know. We… don’t get crushes.”

Alex shrugged as she took a sip of beer. “Check the handbook.”

Kara did. The symptoms sounded remarkably familiar, which just made her want to eat an entire box of doughnuts and watch a re-run of Friends, which she felt no need to resist.

Kara and Lena started spending more time together. They sorta hit it off after that first encounter and decided to have more.

And they weren’t dates—as Alex would often refer to them with a cheeky grin—but rather… casual hangouts, platonic meet-ups, a friendly gathering of two and only two because that’s what friends were for, right?

Meanwhile, Kara’s impossible crush only deepened with each hello, flourished with every affectionate smile, and ached whenever their hands brushed against each other.

Then came the day that Kara had always dreaded might come, and now it was Lena’s information that was being downloaded onto her smartwatch, accompanied with a timer—Kara’s imminent devastation distilled down to a simple, steadily diminishing number.

Kara dragged her feet and time. She repeatedly considered hanging up her metaphorical quiver and all the duties that came with it. She talked it out with her sister, who just expressed her trust in Kara to do the right thing in the end.

And so Kara did. She felt her watch vibrate as the timer hit zero, and sent an arrow hurtling toward Lena’s chest. Then she spun on her heel and walked away, unwilling and unable to even bear witness to what would happen next.

“Kara?” A voice called after her, a hand encircled her wrist and tugged her around. “Hey, I thought that was you! What are you doing here?”

Lena was smiling up at her, bright and dazzling, a slight pink dusting her cheekbones. Kara could only blink down at her own hand, watch as Lena grasped it with both of her own, her fingertips running over Kara’s knuckles with affection.

“Me?” Kara asked breathlessly, incredulously, hopefully.

Lena laughed, and Kara’s heart swelled. “Yes, you! I don’t know of any other Karas, and even if I did, you’d be my favorite.”

“You’re my favorite too.” Kara shook her head furiously. “I mean, like, favorite person. Not like favorite Kara. You’re not Kara; I am. You’re Lena, which is even better.”

“Well… I’m a bit partial to Karas myself,” Lena said with a wink. “Hey, wanna grab lunch? I was just about to head over to that new Asian fusion place.”

And Kara never could say no to food, and it turned out that Lena offering food was an even more enticing combination.

Bonus scene:

Kara was engaging in one of her new favorite pastimes: gushing on and on about Lena Luthor.

“I can’t believe the sheer dumb luck,” she was saying, “of developing a crush on the one person who’d fall in love with me!”

Alex just snorted. “Yeah. Luck.” She poked Kara square in the stomach, right where the warmth had first blossomed that fateful day. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, slugger.”

#my asks.#my words.#trope mash ups #supercorp #long post

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Countdown To Christmas

Pairing: Lucy Boynton x Reader x Gwilym Lee

Summery: When Gwilym reveals he has no plans for Christmas Day, you and Lucy invite him to spend it with you.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Christmas themed girlfriend fluff, orgasm denial/edging, threesome (obv.), dom/sub/dom dynamic, oral sex (m and f receiving), spanking, sex toys - vibrator and strap-on, a teeny tiny bit of cumplay

Words: 9020 (jesus)

A/N: This is my secret santa gift for @laedymoon for @dtfrogertaylor ‘s Thank God It’s Christmas event! El, I got very excited when I found out I was going to be writing for you! You are my tumblr daughter/wife and I love you so much. I had a lot of fun writing this (I really don’t write either Gwil or Lucy enough) and I really hope you enjoy it!!

Taglist: @laedymoon @dtfrogertaylor @ezmina98 @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @supersonicfreddie

THREE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Normally you didn’t leave gift buying so late but this year things just seemed to have slipped away from you. To be fair, a lot of the big things you’d already bought. Your parents were taken care of, and Lucy. And besides, you didn’t really mind heading into the city so close to Christmas. It made you feel festive, especially as the sun faded and the strings of lights decorating each street and shopfront came to life. Aside from the crowds of people hurrying to finish their shopping, it was quite lovely. Light snowfall, a line of kids waiting to get their photo taken with Father Christmas, a choir huddled together singing carols. It just made you more excited for the actual day. You shook your head and squeezed Lucy’s hand as you tried to remind yourself that you weren’t there for the festive ambience, you had things to do.

Together you and Lucy entered Harrods, heading straight for their Christmas display. You were mostly looking for smaller items, fun and maybe a little gimmicky, for the friends you were likely to see over the holiday season and your neighbours, a thank you for collecting your mail while you and Lucy had been away earlier in the year. “D’you think Pam and Harry would like a cookbook?” you asked Lucy as you browsed one of the tables of “Gifts For Her” the store had laid out. “I don’t think they’re that big into cooking. What about this cocktail set? See it’s got a shaker and a couple of flavours,” “Isn’t Harry a teetotaller?” “Oh, shit you’re right, okay forget that. Maybe a puzzle?” Lucy laughed as she pulled the suggestion out of thin air, giving you a look that plainly said Lord I don’t know. You were about to suggest searching in a different part of the store, hoping something would leap out at you as the perfect gift, when a voice caught your attention. “Lucy? Y/N?” “Gwil!” Lucy smiled as the tall, bearded man came over, “Fancy running into you here.” “Finishing your shopping?” “Yeah” you said, “thankfully almost done. What about you?” “I’ve been given a slight reprieve this year. Not doing the whole big family thing we had planned.” “Oh no, what happened?” “Oh it’s not that bad Luce. My parents decided they wanted to spend the holidays somewhere warmer so they’re on a cruise in the pacific right now. And then my brother’s family have all come down with some sort of cold or flu or something, so we’ve all decided to save our festivities until new year's. It’s great though, means I haven’t had to rush buying presents or anything, only looking for something for my niece and nephew now.” “So you’ll be alone on Christmas? Why don’t you come over to ours instead?” “I couldn’t intrude like that,” “Don’t be daft, not intruding if we invited you,” Lucy laughed, “Seriously, it’s just going to be me and Y/N all day. We’re going to my parents for Boxing Day lunch but other than that it’s just the two of us and we’ve already bought more food than we could possibly get through on our own.” “You really don’t mind?” “Of course not Gwil! You’re practically family anyway. We’d have invited Ben too but Y/N spoke to him last week and he’s already got plans.” “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm, I’ll be there.”

You chatted to Gwilym for a little longer before he left you to wander around in search of suitable presents once more. Both you and Lucy agreed you should get him something too, although, distracted by other people’s gifts and a little worn out from having to navigate the crowds, it ended up slipping your mind. It wasn’t until you were at home, sitting on your living room floor wrapping your haul that you realised. “Hey what happened to that book about the Welsh rugby team? The one we were going to give Gwil?” you asked as you finished writing on the gift tag of the present you’d just wrapped. “I thought we decided he’d already read it and left it behind.” You looked over at the small Christmas shrine you’d created. With only the two of you, and your house being more cosy than spacious, you’d decided not to worry about the whole big tree thing. Instead you’d bought a kitschy fiber-optic tree that was small enough to sit on a little table and surrounded it with tinsel, a few cards you’d received and a candle that smelt like Christmas pudding. There was enough space under the table to stack the few presents you’d be opening come Christmas morning. Each of you had two to open, something naughty and something nice, a decision you’d made as soon as you realised you’d not be seeing anyone else all day. “We have to get him something.” “Okay but I’m not going back into the city two days out from Christmas. It’ll be mad and everything’ll be sold out.” “Well what do you suggest then Luce?” She furrowed her brow as she thought for a moment and then she looked at you. “I know that look Lucy, whatever your idea is it’s dangerous.” “Not dangerous. Risky maybe.” “Spit it out then,” “What if we gave him a threesome?” You laughed but stopped when you realised she wasn’t, “Bullshit, you’re not serious are you?” “Well I’m sure he’d like it. Isn’t it every guy’s dream to have a threesome with two girls?” “I wasn’t saying he wouldn’t like it. Just didn’t expect that to be your first idea. You really thought threesome before you thought of the weird little shop up the road?” “That shop wouldn’t have anything Gwil liked, it’s all incense and crystals and hippie stuff. And you have to admit it’s a hot idea. He’s hot. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it before and I know you have too.” “Okay true I have.” “Good, so we’re doing it?” You considered for a moment, “Fuck it why not. It would be the best type of present since it’ll be as fun for us as it is for him. So then how to we give it to him? Like just blurt it out when he arrives or, a piece of paper that says redeem for one free threesome or something?” you laughed and shook your head at the slightly ridiculous turn the conversation had taken. “What about a little coupon book? Then we can give him some other things too in case he doesn’t actually want a threesome. Wait here,” Lucy pushed herself to her feet and ran off down the hall. You listened, bemused, as she opened and closed cupboards, rifling through them and pulling various things free, only returning when her arms were full. She dropped back to the floor next to you and laid everything out. Scissors, a stapler, a stack of paper, coloured pens. “Love, your artsy farsty, you wanna design a cover for the coupons? And then maybe write some things out in nice lettering?” Lucy pushed the pens towards you with her toes as she began mocking up a template to use as a size reference. You plugged your phone into some speakers and shuffled your Christmas playlist, both of you singing along as you set to work creating Gwilym’s present. By the time you were done you had a very cute little book of coupons, suitably decorated with festive colours and a little bit of glitter you’d remembered you had. Inside were ten coupons ranging from One Free Hug to One Free Threesome. You stood up and stretched as Lucy wrapped it and added it to the pile under your little tree.

TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Lucy had splodges of batter over her shirt, a mishap with the electric mixer, and flour smudged across her nose and cheek, entirely your doing. She’d got you back, a smear of brown sugar over your forehead though you rubbed it in and thanked her for the exfoliant. Her attempts to act unimpressed, making a big show of rolling her eyes and telling you to get back to work, were admirable but the giggle gave her away. The kitchen itself wasn’t faring much better, splatters of butter and flour and sugar littering the bench and a few spots of the batter that covered Lucy’s shirt also decorating the walls. It was a shame really since you’d spent most of the day cleaning, intending on having the place spotless for when Gwilym arrived. “Is it meant to be that sticky?” Lucy asked over the Christmas playlist you’d once again put on, trying to compare the recipe on her phone to the concoction currently sitting in a blob on the bench, “I thought it was supposed to be firmer?” “Maybe it’ll fix itself as you knead it,” you shrugged, “just put down some extra flour.” “Maybe Gwil will bring some store bought gingerbread with him and save us from ourselves,” “It’s not that bad, look,” you grabbed an extra handful of flour, scattering it over the dough and bench, coating your palms in the remnants. Lucy took a step back, “those come no where near me Y/N, I swear,” You held your white palms up to her innocently before taking to the dough, pushing and pulling it until it began to form a smooth ball which you placed on the beeswax wrap Lucy laid out, “see, nothing to worry about.” “S’pose we’ll find out for sure in half an hour when we roll it out.” She took the wrapped up dough from your hand and placed it in the fridge, “Siri, set a timer for thirty minutes.” While her back was turned you began tidying up the sack of dirty dishes, collecting a little of the mixture that still clung to the edge of the bowl on your thumb, “You don’t have to wait that long,” “Wasn't it half an hour? I’m sure that’s what the recipe said.” As Lucy turned eyes on her phone, trying to find the right part of the recipe, you caught her, sliding your thumb across her bottom lip and spreading the sticky batter there. She looked shocked for a minute before her tongue darted out to taste it, “okay, that’s really good,” a grin spread out across her face as she took a step towards you, and then another, and another, backing you up against the bench. One of her hands fell to your waist as the other cupped your cheek and she brought her lips to yours. You hummed, sucking some of the sweet spiced mixture off her lip. “What do you think?” “Yeah we nailed it,” “Mmhmm, good,” Lucy reached behind you, running her finger along the side of the bowl, collecting more of the leftovers. Slowly she slipped the finger between your lips, biting her own as she watched you suck it clean.

By the time the alarm went off Lucy was sitting on the clean part of the bench, your hands resting on her thighs as you made out. The rude beeping blasted through the jazzy rendition of White Christmas, and your moment, making you spring apart in surprise. Lucy, face flushed and demeanour flustered, giggled as she reached to turn off the alarm, “effective way of killing time,” “Could keep killing time, perhaps in the bedroom,” you trailed your finger over her thigh as you spoke. “But the dough’s ready, we can roll it out now.” “The dough will still be there in a couple of hours.” Lucy raised an eyebrow. “An hour? Half an hour? Fifteen minutes?” “C’mon,” she slipped off the bench, “grab the cutters, would you?” “Not even fifteen minutes?” you waited but Lucy didn’t say anything, “Fine, s’pose baking is almost as fun,” You turned to dig around in the draw for the cutters Lucy had bought. You managed to find them as Lucy lay out more flour and picked up the rolling pin, two cutters shaped like men, one like a Christmas tree and one like a heart. Together you pressed them out and lay them out on the baking trays, occasionally sneaking bits of the raw dough into your mouths. “They look really good,” Lucy said as she placed the last one on the tray. “They’ll look even better when they’re cooked,” “Ha ha ha. Just for that you can stick them in the oven and keep an eye on them while I go have a shower.” “Sure you wouldn’t rather I join you?” you traced your fingers lightly along her shoulder, hooking them under the strap of her bra. Without warning you pulled the strap away from her and let it go, making her squeal as it snapped back against her skin. “You’re a shocker, Y/N.” “You’re the one who put her fingers in my mouth so really I think this is on you.” “Just don’t let them burn.”

For a few minutes you stayed in the kitchen, scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a few friends' posts about their own holiday activities, as you absentmindedly hummed along to the music. But that got old fast. Figuring you’d smell the biscuits burning if anything went wrong you left the timer ticking in the kitchen and headed out to the lounge room. The Christmas shrine caught your eye. Surely it wouldn’t matter if you had a little peek. Not even a peek, just a rattle. Just to see if you could guess what Lucy had got you. It wasn’t like you were going to unwrap it early, just play a little guessing game with yourself. You tiptoed a few steps closer to the bathroom door, listening to make sure the water was still running and then, having decided the coast was clear, you scurried back towards the tree. Carefully picking up the smaller of the two gifts baring your name, you examined the tag. A red dot. The naughty present. It was in a box, that much you could tell, but it didn’t help you narrow it down much. The size of the box didn’t really give anything away either. It was just an average sized box that could hold any number of naughty items. You gave it an experimental shake. And then, when you didn’t hear anything move, another shake, harder than the first. Still nothing. Perhaps that meant it was made from a soft material, or perhaps Lucy knew you’d try to figure out what she got you and intentionally packaged it so as to limit its movement. Either way, there were too many possibilities for you to work out what it was, so you put it back and reached for the nice present. “And what are you doing?” Lucy’s voice startled you. “Just rearranging, making sure the pile was steady.” “Sure, that’s believable.” “Oh come on Luce,” you turned around on your knees, “not like I was doing anything bad,” “Trying to work out what I got you for Christmas isn’t bad?” “No, it’s not. I’d say it’s perfectly reasonable.” “Well I’d say it’s impatient. Little bit bratty,” You bit your lip, your breath hitching with the word. You knew what bratty meant. “But you’ve been a little impatient all day haven’t you. Wanting to get me into bed before we finished baking. So maybe you need to learn how to wait. And you can start by waiting for me on the bed. No clothes and no touching.” You made to stand up but Lucy just tutted at you. “Didn’t say you could walk, you know how much I like looking at your bum.” With an eyeroll you dropped back to your knees and began crawling towards the bedroom door.

Lucy made you wait for fifteen whole minutes before she followed you into the bedroom. “Luce, what the hell took you so long?” you asked, leaning against the headboard. It had taken every ounce of self-control you had to not touch yourself and you were already feeling antsy, ready for more. “Had to pull the biscuits out since you decided to misbehave before they were done,” she crossed the room, heading towards your cupboard and dug around inside for a moment. When she turned around she held a vibrator in her hand, “And you’re learning a lesson about patience, lucky I didn’t make you wait even longer.” You groaned, suspecting where things were headed. Lucy just chuckled as she moved towards the bed, dropping the vibrator onto the sheets as she kneeled beside you and pushed your legs open. Slowly she ran a finger through your folds, “Already wet for me. Good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” your voice sounded airier than normal, even to your own ears. With one hand she tugged on your hair, making you tilt your head back so she could capture your lips, continuing the kisses from earlier. Her other hand remained between your legs, fingers dragging through the slick and spreading it over and around your clit. You whined at the contact, hoping that if you sounded enticing enough Lucy might forget her plans to punish you. It didn’t work. Her fingers pressed against you firmly, drawing you closer and closer to the edge, leaving you panting against her lips, and whining when she pulled her hand away. “Patience, my love.” “You’ve got that look again. I’m not going to get off tonight, am I?” “Clever girl. Don’t think you’ll be getting off before Christmas Day.” “Lucy,” you whined, but she just laughed, leaning back to remove her own shirt. “Weren’t you wearing a bra before? Distinctly remember snapping the shoulder strap.” “Couldn’t be bothered after the shower. Figured you were going to take it off anyway but then of course I found you being so naughty,” Once more her fingers found your clit, “and my plans changed.” You could feel the familiar tingle creeping up, your hips shifting automatically in an attempt to find more friction. Christmas Day suddenly seemed an age away and you weren’t sure you could wait that long. Perhaps if you distracted Lucy enough, she wouldn’t realise how close you were getting, and you’d be able to steal an orgasm. Licking your lips, you directed your attention to her chest, dragging your tongue along one of her breasts before sucking her nipple into your mouth. Her fingers faltered for a split second and her breath hitched but she didn’t stop. Christmas music floated from the kitchen where it was still playing, but neither of you were in any frame of mind to think about changing the playlist. The sound was punctured by your muffled moan as Lucy pulled you towards the edge, followed by a soft squeak from Lucy herself, as you reach up to tweak one nipple, and drew circles with your tongue round the other. For a moment you thought your plan had worked, that Lucy was distracted enough, but then she pulled her hand away, making you whine and release her breast. “Awww, baby thought she’d get what she wanted?” Lucy mocked, taking your chin in hand. “Maybe,” “Baby was wrong,” she let go of your chin, tapping your cheek twice, “Think we’ll do one more for now.” Before you could say anything in return Lucy had picked up the vibrator and pressed it to your clit. You hissed as she turned it on low, your clit on the verge of being sensitive. It took less time for you to reach the edge again, a combination of the vibrator’s stimulation and how much you’d already endured. She waited until the last possible moment before she pulled the vibrator away, leaving you panting the word please as you tried to grind against thin air. “You’re done, for the moment at least. Might give you a few more before I let you go to sleep,” as she spoke Lucy stood and kicked off her pants and underwear, “But now it’s my turn. Here, hold this.” You took the vibrator from her, tempted to quickly use it on yourself, consequences be damned. Instead you waited. “Oh, good girl. You’re learning,” “Does that get me a reward?” Lucy laughed, “Bold. But yes, alright. It’s not the reward you want though, just a kiss,” she tapped your leg, indicating you should close them, and straddled your waist. You let her pull your arm into position, so the vibrator pressed against her pussy, and turned it on. She hummed as it came to life and brought her lips to yours. Each moan and whine she made was swallowed by you, the kiss only getting deeper and sloppier as she rocked her hips against the buzzing machine. It was close enough to your own skin that you could feel it’s pulsing, but nowhere near close enough to give you any real pleasure. Instead you had to be content with Lucy’s fingernails digging into your shoulder, her teeth scraping over your lip, her legs beginning to tremble as she hovered over you. Her lips parted from yours as she repeated the word yes over and over, her breaths gasped in between, culminating in a long moan as she hit her climax, shuddering through it. “Oh god,” she whined, grabbing your wrist to push the vibrator away. You turned it off as her head fell to your shoulder, still panting as she came down from her high. “You sure you don’t want to watch me cum like that?” “Positive,” she giggled into your shoulder. “Damn.” “Come on, we should get up, gotta finish tidying the kitchen and then I think it’s cheesy Christmas movie time.”

ONE DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS

You weren’t entirely sure if the morning started off good or bad. On one hand, you woke up with Lucy’s fingers sliding through your slick folds. On the other, she edged you twice, resolutely sticking to her plan to keep you denied until Christmas. You considered that morning to be when she broke you. Of course, you’d played with denial before but for the most part it only lasted however long it took for Lucy to cum two or three times and then she’d take pity on you. The most you’d done was one day and that wasn’t even by design, just an accident while you’d been staying with your parents for a weekend. So the previous evening it had all seemed like a game, a joke even. Surely she was stringing you along. You’d not worried if you came across as bratty, confident that by the time you were hoping into bed she’d give in. Now though, after she’d sent you to sleep with another edge and then woken you up with two more…perhaps she was serious. You were rapidly losing confidence that it would end on Christmas Day, half convinced she was having too much fun to actually let you cum ever again. The idea that she was going to keep you wet and desperate for days rather than hours was scary and overwhelmingly erotic. Knowing that no matter how many times you asked, no matter if you got down on your knees and begged for it, she wasn’t going to give in, only made the need grow. When she was satisfied with the way you whined please she lay down and spread her own legs, telling you it was time you repaid her generosity. “Could have edged you more, kept going until you were so sensitive you were begging me to stop. But I didn’t. So how about you show me some gratitude,” Perhaps it was because a part of you hoped good behaviour would earn you a shorter punishment, or perhaps you just wanted something to take your mind off the way your clit was throbbing, but either way you were laying between her legs within seconds, without so much as a muttered comment about unfairness.

Despite the uncertain beginnings, Christmas Eve went well. The morning was spent decorating the gingerbread you’d made the previous day, a process just as sticky as the actual biscuit dough had been, especially since there was a small mishap with the red food colouring that left a stain on the benchtop. But eventually you had a decent selection of coloured icings set out in piping bags as well as decorative sprinkles and the like. You and Lucy let your artistic sides take over as you gave the gingerbread men faces and buttons and sometimes hats or scarves. Silver and gold balls adorned the trees like little baubles and Lucy used the sprinkles on a few of the hearts to spell out yours, Gwilym’s and her own initials. When you were done you carefully packed most of them away into a Tupperware box to keep them safe, though you picked out a few of the funnier looking ones to snack on while you watched another cheesy movie.

Halfway through the movie the phone rang. “I’ll get it,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch. Lucy’s hand had been wandering higher and higher up your thigh for the last few minutes and you had already begun to feel the heat in your cheeks rising. The phone call was a good excuse to calm down a little before she could have you begging again. “Hello?” you said into the receiver. “Y/N? Hi, it’s Gwilym.” “Oh! Gwil, hi! You’re not calling to cancel tomorrow are you?” you turned to lean against the wall as you spoke, watching Lucy as she watched you. “No, no, the opposite actually. Wanted to make sure you’re still okay to have me,” You held back a giggle at the unintentional double entendre although you gave Lucy a look, pumping your eyebrows, “of course we’re okay to have you,” “Excellent, really looking forward to it,” “So are we. It’s going to be fun,” Lucy laughed, and you had to cover the receiver so Gwilym wouldn’t hear you struggling not to join her. “I should have asked this when I saw you the other day but do you want me to bring anything?” “Oh um, I think we’re all good for lunch. We’ve got turkey and a few different sides. Plus a Christmas Pudding and we’ve just finished decorating some gingerbread biscuits. If you want you could bring another bottle of wine or two, or maybe some mince pies, but if you can’t be bothered don’t worry about it.” “Wine and pies, think I can handle that.” “Seriously, only if it’s no trouble. We’ve probably got way too much food and drink as is and you will definitely be leaving with some leftovers.” “What’s Christmas without plenty of leftovers? I’ll be happy to take as much as you want to part with, anything if it means I don’t have to cook or go grocery shopping for a few more days.” You did laugh at that. “Anyway, I should let you get back to whatever you were doing,” “Watching Christmas movies,” “I caught Love Actually on TV Last night, still holds up.” “So did we! Absolute classic,” Gwilym’s laugh crackled through the receiver, “Definitely a classic. Oh! Almost forgot, what time do you want me there?” “How about elevenish? Should give us time for a pre-lunch drink.” “Sounds great. Thanks again for inviting me, I’ll see you tomorrow,” “It’s our pleasure! See you then,” you hung up the phone and turned back to the couch, “Gwil just wanted to know if he should bring anything.” “Yeah I gathered,” You dropped back into your seat and Lucy’s hand went straight back to where it had been before you answered the phone, as if there was a magnet pulling her towards your thigh.

By the time the credits were rolling you’d lost track of which movie you’d been watching, too preoccupied with how badly you wanted to cum. “Please Lucy, please.” “Stop asking, it’s not going to happen.” “Can you at least fuck me properly? Keep edging me, I’ll be good and I won’t complain, but I need you to do more than rub my clit, please.” “You want me to finger you hard and fast? Or maybe you want to be fucked with my stap? Wanna feel me deep in your pretty little pussy? “Yes, please,” “You’re really desperate, aren’t you?” she sounded almost surprised by the turn of events. All you could do was nod your agreement, “C’mon Luce, please? You’ll have so much fun and I promise I’ll behave,” Lucy giggled, “I’m already having fun just knowing what a whiny little slut you’ve turned into. And as much as I’d enjoy fucking you, I’m not going to. I want Gwil to see how pathetic you are right now. Besides, you’re way too close and I don’t want to risk you going over.” You whined and let your head hit the back of the couch as Lucy laughed.

CHRISTMAS DAY

You woke before Lucy did, grogginess gone the second you realised what day it was. A glance at the clock told you it was just after 9.00. Carefully you slipped out of bed, pausing when Lucy made a snuffling sound, holding your breath as she snuggled deeper into the warm covers. Careful to skip the squeaky floorboard outside your bedroom door, you tiptoed from the room, thankful you’d had the foresight to slip a pair of socks on as you changed into your pyjamas the night before. As quietly as you could you made your way to the kitchen where the speaker was still set up and grabbed it. Then, just as quietly, you made your way back to the bedroom. With one eye on Lucy’s peaceful figure you set the speaker down and turned the volume up high. You were ready to run the second you hit play on the Christmas playlist, an entirely too loud rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer suddenly filling the room. Lucy damn near screamed in shock, yelling your name as she sprang out of bed and chased you from the room. “Y/N you bitch! I’m so going to get you for that!” You were cackling as she chased you through the house into the living room, stopping with your arms outstretched when you ran out of escape routes. “Wait wait wait,” you said hurridly, almost needing to yell to be heard over the music. “Better say something good or I’m going to have to end you,” “I love you?” Lucy lunged forward and you took a step back, hitting the arm of the couch. On most days you would have been able to duck under her arms and continue running through the house but not today. Today your knees gave way as they hit the arm sending you toppling backwards onto the cushions. Before you could even think to roll off the couch Lucy took the opportunity the universe presented her with and climbed onto your lap, effectively pinning you down. You squealed as she began tickling you. “Luce, god stop, I’m gonna pee my pants,” “You deserve it! That was so mean!” “Bu- ah! - But I’ll ruin the couch,” She stopped suddenly, “Fair point,” You were still panting as you grinned up at her, “Merry Christmas, by the way,” “Merry Christmas,” She said, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “You gonna let me up?” “Okay but you have to make tea,” “Sure, as long as I can go pee first. I was not joking about that.”

You were just bringing the tea out of the kitchen when Lucy, having turned down the music and brought the speakers out to the living room, called out to you from where she sat on the floor, “Hey, we should open our naughty presents before Gwil gets here,” “Ooo yes, definitely. Here, take this,” you handed her mug down to her, followed by your own mug, “you want some gingerbread?” “A heart please,” “So picky,” you shook your head but collected the requested biscuit anyway. When you returned and took your own seat Lucy handed you the box you’d examined two days previously. You pulled out the gift you’d wrapped for Lucy from the small pile and handed it over. Together you unwrapped your presents, wrapping paper flying as you tore into yours though Lucy was a little more careful. Your gift was a set of silky-smooth lingerie in Egyptian Blue. “Do you like it? I thought the colour would match your eyes,” You ran your fingers over the floaty babydoll, “It’s gorgeous, I love it,” Lucy broke out smiling as she finished unwrapping her own gift, “Well this is interesting,” she began pulling items out of the hamper you’d created, “A candle. Didn’t know you were interested in wax play.” “Not what I had in mind. Mostly just a mood setting thing, but I s’pose your idea could be interesting.” “What else have we got, hot rocks, massage oil,” “Actually, it’s a massage oil slash lube that heats as you rub it in.” “So this is for a sexy massage then,” “Mmmhmm. That’s also why there’s a bullet vibrator is in there.” “Does this mean I can expect you to treat me to a massage sometime?” “Absolutely. I’d say let’s do it right now if Gwil wasn’t coming over.” “Definitely don’t want to be interrupted,” Lucy leaned over to kiss you, “Thank you, it’s lovely and I can’t wait to try some of this stuff out. Maybe I’ll keep you denied until you show me how it all works.”

When Gwilym arrived the presents were safely shut away in the cupboard in your bedroom, the turkey was cooking, and you were on your second lemon, lime and bitters. You opened the door to find him wearing a dorky Christmas sweater and carrying two bottles of wine, a box of Mr Kipling’s Mince Pies, and two packages wrapped up in paper decorated with snowflakes. “Hello hello. Merry Christmas” Gwilym kissed you on the cheek, a few flakes of snow clinging to his beard. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let me take those off you,” you took the wine and led Gwilym through the house to the kitchen, “Can I get you a drink? We’ve got all sorts, bitters, gin, whisky, a bit of champers, some mulled wine going on the stove,” “I’ll start with some of the wine if that’s alright,” “Work your way up to the strong stuff?” “Precisely. Lucy, Merry Christmas,” “And to you Gwil,” she said as he dropped a kiss to her cheek too. “Where can I stick these?” “Presents? Gwil you didn’t have to,” “Oh hush, it’s Christmas, as if I wasn’t going to.” “Fair enough, well, I’ll take the pies, add them to the rest of our goodies. If you take the presents out to the living room, you’ll see where a couple already are. Give me a second to grab a drink and I’ll be out.”

You handed Gwilym his drink and led him out to the small tree, both of you taking a seat as you chatted. Before long Lucy joined you, drink in one hand, box of gingerbread biscuits in the other. As soon as she was seated you got stuck into the presents, torn wrapping paper and excited exclamations flying. The larger present from Lucy that you’d been caught trying to peek at turned out to be a new record player, and the one of Gwilym was a fancy notebook and fountain pen. Lucy loved the vintage hand mirror and set of blush and highlighters you got her, almost spilling your drink as she tackled you with a grateful kiss when she realised it was the mirror she’d seen in an antique store and regretted not buying. She’d gone back for it a week later and found it had been sold. “God I am so glad you finally know!” you laughed as she sat back down and examined it, “You kept going on about it but I’d already bought it and hidden it and I had to stop myself from laughing or spilling the secret every time you brought it up.” Gwilym bought her a book about fashion and style in the 1960s which, while it didn’t elicit quite the same response, was enough to earn him a bright smile and a tight hug. Finally, there was one present left. “That’s yours Gwil, from both of us,” Gwilym wasted no time in unwrapping it, dropping the paper to the ground as he looked at the cover, “Coupons?” “Look inside,” Your stomach felt tight with nerves and you glanced over at Lucy who was subtly shredding a scrap of wrapping paper. With a curious glance at both you and Lucy he began flicking through the pages, “One free hug, nice, a free meal. Do I have to use that to get lunch today?” “No, we’ll give you today free anyway, but you can come back and cash that in any time you like.” “Cheers,” he laughed and kept flicking though. You knew he’d reached the last page by how wide his eyes went. “Does this mean what I think it means?” “If you think it means Lucy and I are inviting you to sleep with us both then yes it does. Do you like it?” “Yes, Christ yes. Do I have to spend it today or is it like the meal one where I’m guaranteed a threesome because it’s Christmas?” “No, that one has to be cashed in I’m sorry.” “Then I’d like to cash it in now, please.” “Right now? You only have one, you sure you want to use it so soon?” Lucy asked. “Positive.” “Don’t want to save it for later tonight,” “Surely we’ll be too full and tipsy to move later,” “Good point.” “So, um,” he seemed a little unsure of how to progress, “how is this going to work?” “Just like sex normally does but there’s an extra person?” “More meant what are your limits and that sort of stuff, Luce” “Yeah I know, was pulling your leg.” She looked over at you as she spoke, “I mean, I think we’re both fine with most things. Nothing too BDSM-y or whatever but Y/N does tend to run more submissive.” You nodded, “Yeah, uh, I guess I like being told what to do, called names, stuff like that. My safeword is red just so you know, not that I think we’ll need it but, better safe than sorry.” Gwil nodded, “And,” his cheeks seemed a little more flushed than before, “this feels kinda weird to talk about but, how….uh, how involved do you want me to be?” “It’s your present Gwil, so as involved as you like.” Lucy seemed a lot more comfortable with the discussion, “ If you’d prefer to watch us that’s cool or if you wanted to fuck us both we’re into that too.” “Okay then, sounds good to me,” “Y/N, love, why don’t you go change into the thing you unwrapped this morning and wait for us in the bedroom. Got some other stuff I want to talk to Gwil about.” With a grin and a racing heart you scurried off to do just that, able to hear Gwil quietly asking what thing?

When you heard the doorknob turn you stood up, the soft material of the baby doll floating around the top of your thigh as you moved. “That’s pretty,” Gwilym said softly, stepping closer to you as Lucy followed him into the room and shut the door behind her, “suits you. Lucy’s got good taste.” “She told you she bought it for me?” “She told me a few interesting things. Like how you’re an impatient little brat who had to be put on denial to be taught a lesson.” Gone was the slightly uncomfortable Gwil from your discussion, now he was all confidence and control. It was a marked difference that made you clench your thighs together. “Oh, that,” “Yes, Gwil knows all about how I’ve been edging you for days now and how pathetically wet it’s made you. I also told him he now gets to choose if and when you cum today.” “What?” you were aghast. With Lucy you’d been maybe eighty-five percent sure she would be true to her word but with Gwil you had no idea what to expect. “That’s right. So you’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?” “Yes,” you nodded emphatically to show how much you meant it making both Lucy and Gwilym laugh. “I told you she was desperate.” “Desperate enough to suck my cock?” Gwilym had spoken more to Lucy than you but you dropped to your knees all the same, beyond caring how eager you appeared or how much they’d mock you for it. “Christ,” Gwilym muttered under his breath and then, addressing you, “When was the last time you sucked dick?” “Umm, depends. I’ve sucked on Lucy’s strap a couple of times but the last time I did it with a real dick was before me and Luce got together, so over a year. But I got good feedback from him.” “You okay to do it now?” “Sure. Just like riding a bike….probably.” Gwilym laughed and waved his hand in a go on motion. From the corner of your eye you saw Lucy take a seat on the end of the bed, watching. You shuffled forwards on your knees until Gwilym was in easy reach, eyes trained on his belt as you undid it and then his zip. As you pushed his pants down his long legs, he pulled his sweater off over his head. “Thank god. Not sure I could have blown you properly while I was looking at Rudolf’s googly eyes.” “Sure you could have. Because if you don’t impress me you don’t cum. How’s that for incentive?” You almost whimpered as you pushed his underwear down, eyes going wide at what you were met with. He was bigger than you’d been expecting, certainly longer than you were used to. You started slow, grasping the base of his cock, and pumping your fist over him a few times before you began kitten licking around the head as you let instinct take over. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest, and took a deep breath, exhaling in a long stream, the air wafting over Gwilym’s cock. He hummed as you wrapped your lips around him, one hand dropping to rest on top of your head as you adjusted to the feeling. You began bobbing your head, slowly taking more of him in your mouth, stroking what you couldn’t reach. “Good girl,” he said, almost breathless, “look so good on your knees, eyes up.” You shifted your gaze to his face, and hollowed your cheeks, a soft groan his response. Being able to see and hear how much he was enjoying it made you feel bolder so you took him deeper still. You gagged. A string of saliva broke and dangled from your lip as you pulled back, gasping for air. “Sorry, you’re bigger than Lucy’s.” “Don’t apologise. I’m not expecting you to deepthroat me or anything like that.” “Am I doing good?” “Better than good, Y/N,” he groaned as you dragged your tongue down his length and then back up, sinking down onto him once more, “Feel incredible. And Lucy’s having fun too. She must like seeing you being a good little cock whore because she’s touching herself right now.” You whined around him and felt his hand tighten in your hair for a second. “She looks so hot like that. Pulled the top of her dress down so she can squeeze her tits, the skirt all bunched up around her waist. That’s it, just like that.” You tried to take him deeper again, squeezing your thumb in your fist and doing everything in your power to supress your gags. “Jesus, gonna make me cum so-“ he broke off with a gasp as you fondled his balls with your free hand, “oh fuck, soon, gonna cum soon.” Lucy moaned from where she was sat on the bed, as if to prove Gwilym had been speaking the truth about her. You squeezed your thighs together as best you could, needing any friction you could get as your own moan broke free. His fingers once again tightened in your hair, his hips bucking forward slightly with the stimulation, making you gag again. “Sorry, I’m-” he moaned as you picked up the pace, bobbing faster, “god, just like that. Y-you gonna be good and swal-low for me?” “You didn’t bother responding, just squeezed his balls a little as you sucked on his tip.” “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he groaned just before he released his load into your mouth. You kept sucking, making sure to get every drop before you let him go, sitting back on your heels as you caught your breath. “Show me,” You stuck out your tongue, earning his praise when he saw it was clean.

“What should we do with her next Luce?” Gwilym asked, towering over you. “Only seems fair that you get to watch her eat me out,” “That does sound fun. Alright, slut, up on the bed.” You hurried into place, kneeling before Lucy, waiting for her to lie back and get comfortable. She pulled you into a kiss for a moment, tongue sliding along your lip and then into your mouth. Gwilym quickly stepped out of his pants which had been pooled around his ankles and pulled off his shirt, settling himself at the end of the bed behind you. “Lie down,” Lucy said softly in your ear. It wasn’t what you expected but you were too far gone to argue. When you were settled Lucy quickly shimmied out of her dress and swung her leg over you, hovering over your mouth facing Gwilym. “Show us what a good slut you are, Y/N.” Your wrapped your hands around her thighs as she lowered herself onto your mouth, dragging your tongue along her pussy before latching onto her clit. For a moment they let you be, Lucy moaning as you slid your tongue into her entrance and she rocked her hips against you, but then you felt a light touch on your hips which made you squirm. Gwilym slowly dragged your underwear down your legs. “You weren’t joking about how wet she is, were you Luce,” he said, holding your underwear up so she could see the wet patch you’d left. The next thing you felt was his hands pushing your legs open and then his beard scratching against your skin as he lowered his lips to the inside of your thighs, sucking marks that made you whine. “Don’t cum,” he warned you before his mouth finally met your throbbing core. In that moment you were suddenly glad you had Lucy to focus on, sure you wouldn’t have lasted long without the distraction. Each time Gwilym made you moan Lucy was sure to moan too, grinding herself onto you with abandon. You let go of Lucy’s thigh, moving your fingers to her core, pumping them into her as best you could. “Wait Gwil, s-stop or she’ll go over,” Lucy said, tugging on his hair to pull him away from you. He retreated, once again giving his attention to your thighs as you whined in frustration. When you’d sufficiently calmed down Lucy gave the word, and he focused back in on your cunt, adding two of his long fingers to the mix. He avoided your clit for the most part, occasionally nudging it with his nose to keep you on your toes. You could feel Lucy’s legs beginning to tremble and tightened your grip, pulling your fingers free as you focused on her clit, her moans getting louder with each passing second. Gwilym left you again, shifting onto his knees as Lucy caught his attention. You could hear him talking to her softly, encouraging her to let go. She shuddered as she came, riding it out as Gwilym held her up. Finally she climbed off you, leaving you panting and squirming, trying to get Gwilym to finish you off.

“Don’t you look so pretty like this,” he said softly, stroking himself slowly, “you ready to be fucked, pretty girl?” “Please,” “Not yet. Don’t know if you’ve done enough to earn it yet.” “You could fuck me,” Lucy said, eyes glinting mischievously. “No, please, please, I need it. I need one of you to fuck me.” Both of them laughed as you sat up, still begging. “What if I fucked Lucy and made you watch and then we went and had lunch. What if we left you like this all day?” “That’s not fair,” you whined, “please, it’s Christmas, it’s a time for giving, please give me your cocks.” “Well,” Lucy said through a laugh, “can’t deny her logic. Alright, love, up on your hands and knees. Gwil’s gonna play with you while I get set up. The second you were in place Gwilym sunk three fingers into you, “There you go you needy slut, finally getting what you want.” He pushed his fingers into you a few time before he replaced them with his cock, making you mewl and fall forward on your arms. He held your hips tight as you adjusted to him but as soon as you indicated you were alright he began fucking into you, laying a few spanks to your arse just because he could. “You’re close already aren’t you?” “Yes, fuck, so close,” you whined, the days of denial catching up with you. “Cum for me then,” he dropped his fingers to your clit, which was all you needed to finally fall over the edge, crying out as you did. “God such a tight cunt,” he panted as you clenched around him. Yet he didn’t stop. Just held you tighter as he continued to pound you roughly. Barely recovered from your first, you could already feel the beginnings of a second orgasm starting to build in your gut. You gasped as another spank landed on you, surprised by it because Gwilym’s hands hadn’t moved. Lucy chuckled at your reaction and did it again. “Give me a go, Gwil,” His thrusts slowed and then he pulled out, shuffling to the side so Lucy could kneel behind you. “Turn over, love,” she said softly, tapping your thigh. You were happy to collapse on your back, sure your legs would have given out as soon as you came again. If you came again. God you hoped they’d let you cum again. Lucy leaned over to kiss you as she lined the dildo up and sank into you. “Good girl, taking both of us so well,” You whined at the change of position, Lucy leaning down to tug at your nipple with her teeth. Suddenly she let you go, gasping as Gwilym sank into her from behind. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust and then, when he was sure she was fine, he thrust harshly into her, pushing her deeper into you. There was nothing you could do but hold your legs up and moan, able to see Gwilym, holding Lucy’s hips and grunting as he ploughed into her. The sight only turned you on more, every one of his movements hitting you through Lucy, the feeling in your stomach only getting stronger. “Can I cum?” you panted, tugging on Lucy’s hair out of a need to do something with your hands. “Ho-hold it. Fuck Gwil just like that,” You whined, watching as Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You used your grip on her hair to tilt her head, attaching your lips to her neck. “Yes, yes, yes, god don’t stop,” her eyes slipped shut. It didn’t take much more before she was moaning through her release, Gwilym grunting as he held back his own. As soon as he slipped out of her, he kneeled beside you. “Fuck her Luce.” His hand came down on her arse, jolting her into moving, “dirty slut wants to cum again.” “Please,” you whined as Lucy found her rhythm again. Gwilym snaked one hand between you and Lucy, rubbing your clit, “Cum for us Y/N,” You obeyed, thanking him through your moans. Lucy’s fingers were digging into your thighs as you rode out your orgasm, Gwil’s fingers still on your clit, until you became too sensitive and had to push him away. “Doesn’t she look so good right now Gwil?” Lucy asked as she carefully pulled out, “Leaking onto the sheets, face still covered in my cum. So fucking messy.” “Mmm, makes me wanna add to the mess.” Before you could register what he meant he was kneeling in front of your face, pulling your head up. Lucy moved behind you, holding you in place as he tapped his leaking tip onto your lips. You hummed as you were pushed down his length, Lucy controlling your pace, as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his cock, a few gags escaping, tears running down your cheeks. It didn’t take long, Gwilym’s groans getting longer as he got closer. He pushed you off him at the last moment, stroking himself until white ropes painted your tits. ��Fuck you look like a such a mess,” “A hot mess though,” Lucy said, trailing her fingers through the splatters on your chest. She sucked them into her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her digits. When she was satisfied that they’d been thoroughly cleaned she leaned over you and kissed you again, a sticky white string connecting you when she pulled away. “Fuck,” Gwilym lay beside you, propping himself up on one elbow, eyes glued to your lips, the space Lucy had just inhabited, “Might be the best Christmas present I’ve ever got. Certainly the best I’m likely to get this year.” “Good,” Lucy said, standing and beginning to undo the strap around her waist, “I’m glad you liked it.” “Me too,” you smiled over at him, “It was fun.” “A lot of fun,” Lucy laughed, “Maybe we could be persuaded to give you another round later, after lunch. It is Christmas after all, and what’s Christmas if not a time to be generous?”

#my writing #lucy boynton x reader #gwilym lee x reader #lucy boynton x reader x gwilym lee #lucy boynton smut #gwilym lee smut #and my streak of writing threesomes for these events continues #this one was a lot of fun #although finding a photo of gwil and lucy together was so hard #tgic #tgic gift

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