I have up-date’y stuff to share but that can wait for another post (it’s mostly whinings, set backs, and woe’ings).
But…if you were to, say, look at my WP header you might notice a little something different.
What, you may ask?
Well…while my WIP muse seems to have taken herself off a world tour without me (she’s a meanypants but I can’t honestly blame her…if *I* could take off on a world tour and leave ME behind, I’d sure as hell do it…). HOWEVER, it seems that SOMEONE’s muse stopped by for a visit! No idea how long THIS one will hang around so I’m typing as fast as my semi-number fingertips will allow (diabetic neuropathy sucks ass, y’all).
Yes, A NEW STORY FROM YOURS TRULY!!
It’s gonna be a shorty – that is, if after y’all read it you decide that you want me to continue it (for all I know it sucks?) – with the guaranteed E/S HEA with a few surprises sprinkled in along the way… (Yes, I’m giggling manically!)
So, if you want, hop on over HERE, read it (it’s not that long), then lemme know what you think. I’ll be the one sitting over here biting my already-short nails – remember, it’s been HOW FUCKING LONG since I wrote, much less posted, a damn thing??
Yes, you heard that right – after a hiatus of HOW FREAKIN’ LONG I have managed to write A Thing. I know! Shocked me, too!I’ll add it to the site proper-like later…if I remember how. WP changed w/o my permission, y’all. There has been cussin’ involved.
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An Eric and Sookie Valentine Short
A/N: This one-shot is set in no particular time, no particular story/Universe – it’s just a one-off where there’s no Beehl, no Fellowship of the Ri…erm Sun, no Sams or Alcides or Fairies or whatever runnin’ around clouding the issue… It’s just Eric and Sookie spending time together getting to know each other without interference. (The way it should have been.)
This is probably dumb but it’s my first attempt at writing in HOW MANY YEARS NOW? *bangs head – THE FLM’S HEAD – on desk* Do hope y’all enjoy it anyway. It’s for you.
Enormous kudos go out to our lovely, patient, and absolutely amazing ○Kleannhouse○ for taking time out of her day to chisel and bang this mess into something readable. Naturally I then had to go mucking about in it again afterwards so ALL mistakes are entirely mine.
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Someone stomped into the kitchen.
That was Sookie’s first clue.
The second clue was that they’d apparently entered via the back door instead of making an entrance via the official front door.
The third clue was a soft thump as something landed somewhere in her kitchen.
Something was up.
What the hell is he doing, she muttered to herself with a glare toward the kitchen. The timing and the lack of readable thoughts told her the kitchen-invader was a vampire. The fact that they’d came in the back door meant they were either a regular visitor or at least felt at home there, so she wasn’t concerned about her safety…yet.
Wait a…
Eric.
She figured it had to be Eric.
Stomping around… Things thumping… Bad mood, maybe? Impatience? Something.
He’d better not break any of gran’s crockery.
She sighed. Here she was all wrapped up nice and warm and comfy on the sofa with a well read and reread book in her hands and an old movie playing on the possibly even older tv (the sound was down so she could concentrate on her book, of course; it was more for background noise than anything) and tall, blond, and handsome had to come stomping around in her kitchen of all places (why the kitchen?) and disturb her peace and quiet!
It wasn’t that unusual for Eric to stop by, though.
In fact, here lately he’d been dropping by oh-so-casually about every third night or so.
Sometimes they had lively discussions where it seemed he delighted in getting her riled up over this or that, but a lot of times they’d just sit and watch whatever was on late-night tv or maybe pop in a movie.
To date he’d somehow managed to increase her old-movie collection by about quadruple.
She had to admit it was kind of nice, sometimes…ok, usually, and he always acted differently to how he’d act in that silly club of his.
But what was he doing here now and in her kitchen at that?
With a begrudging huff she marked her place in her book and started to unwrap herself from her cozy throw-cocoon but then stubbornly decided to wait it out.
If he wanted to talk to her, he could come find her.
It wasn’t like he didn’t have manpire senses at his disposal.
Then she heard the freezer door, two cabinet doors, and the refrigerator door open and shut.
Then – was that…what did he need with…?
Book forgotten, Sookie dislodged her wrappings as she slowly sat up, her concentration focused on the odd noises coming from her kitchen.
When she heard what had to be eggs being cracked – she’d lived with her gran far too long to not know what that sound meant – she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to investigate.
Barefoot, in baggy sweatpants and a half-tucked t-shirt, she padded to the kitchen door and…stared.
Eric, tall blond Viking vampire that he was, was standing at the counter glaring at egg goo as it dripped from his hand.
Apparently he’d missed the bowl that looked like it had flour in it.
A subsequent glance about the kitchen told her that no, it wasn’t flour. On the table was an opened box of chocolate cake mix, three tubs of store-bought frosting, and a container of strawberries.
“Eric, what in the world are you doing?”
He looked up at her as she dashed to the kitchen sink and grabbed a paper towel and didn’t speak until she’d wiped the recalcitrant egg from his hand and the counter.
“Tonight starts Valentine’s Day,” he stated as though that clarified anything.
“Yeah, and?”
She pulled him over to the sink and pointed at the tap for him to wash his hands, then tossed away the paper towel’d bundle of squished egg.
“I have to oversee the club tomorrow night as it will be packed.”
He didn’t seem pleased by this fact, and Sookie had to snort. She knew exactly how some of Fangtasia’s Finest would dress and act.
To her surprise, he continued.
“Pam assures me this holiday is important especially to females who like to receive things that they like, so I have bought you a cake. You like cake.”
He nodded with purpose.
“Now I have to make it.” He glanced down at his now-clean hands.
“Somehow.”
Once he was back at the bowl, however, he stared down at said egg…then at the eggs already in the bowl, then back to the egg in his hand.
Shaking her head and trying to control the huge grin demanding face-space, Sookie walked over and held her hand out.
While Sookie stood there with her jaw dropped, Eric sped back to the refrigerator and withdrew another egg.
“Here, gimme that.”
With unashamed relief, Eric gladly placed the dratted egg into her hand.
No more was said as she expertly cracked the egg and added the remaining ingredients until she handed Eric a wire whisk.
“Here, give this a good stir,” she instructed the bemused blond giant while she dragged out cake pans and set the oven to pre-heat.
She figured his vampire whisking skills would be better than hers for a lighter, fluffier cake.
He did as instructed and watched with clear curiosity as she buttered the cake pans and then put flour in them…only to knock it right back out.
Humans, he thought for the billionth time, were weird. Why did she put flour in pans then dump it out? And what was with the butter?
This cake-making proposition was becoming more unfathomable by the minute.
And it had all started out so simple, too. Pam had remarked…remarkably casually for her… that human females liked receiving things on Valentine’s Day and that they liked receiving things that they actually liked.
Eric knew Sookie liked cake, and that she liked ice cream. The ice cream – butter pecan because he recognized the scent – was easy enough to procure and he had even remembered to place it in the freezer part of her refrigerator when he’d first arrived.
It was the cake that was proving…untrustworthy.
Sure, he had inspected the baked and decorated cakes available in the market but they were all garish and weird, and they smelled like acrid chemicals. When an elderly lady nearby had mentioned to her bedraggled cabbage-scented companion that cake mixes might be a better idea, he had silently followed them to that section of the store only to stare in dismay at the numerous offerings.
How many types of chocolate cake mix did humans need?
With an eeny meeny miny moe, catch the Loki by the toe he’d grabbed the chocolatiest looking mix only to then be confounded by the concept and vast number of cake frostings in small containers.
To err on the side of caution, he’d selected three of the blasted things in different flavors – dark chocolate, cherry vanilla, and butter pecan – then fled to the fresh fruits section of the store.
At least he recognized strawberries.
Sookie calling his name interrupted his musing.
“Eric, that’s enough. That cake’s gonna be ten feet tall if you don’t stop.”
With a laugh she took the bowl from his hands, placed the whisk on a plate that had mysteriously appeared on the counter, and proceeded to divide the cake mix between two of the weirdly floured pans.
Once everything was in the oven baking, she grabbed the whisk and he thoroughly enjoyed watching her clean the lucky thing with her tongue.
“Stop starin’,” she said with a blush as she turned away and walked to the sink.
(The tiniest of wee giggles came from the top back corner of the kitchen. The little spider had been watching since the Vampire had hurriedly stomped into the kitchen and then had the audacity to flip on the overhead lights.
Once fully and reluctantly awakened – spidering was hard and it’s not like the tastiest fliers were nocturnal, damn it – he’d settled in to watch the cold-blooded invader be beaten by…an egg.
An egg.
And now the blond giant was pouting at a kitchen tool.
It was proving to be an entertaining night.)
“So, what’s with all the cake frosting? And the strawberries?”
Sookie hoped he didn’t notice what had to be a cheeky grin – of course she knew the date. She had to give him credit, though, since he was definitely putting some effort into whatever it was he was doing. But three tubs of frostings? For one cake?
Eric shrugged.
“I purchased three of them hoping you would like at least one. And the strawberries… Well, you like them. There is also ice cream in the freezer,” he added proudly.
“Ice cream?”
He could almost see her ears perking up at that.
Sookie darted over to the freezer and, sure enough, there sat butter pecan ice cream in all its delicious glory.
With a squeal and Eric-pleasing haste, Sookie was soon sitting at the table with a bowl, a spoon, an ice cream scoop, and the all-important ice cream.
Knowing that people should be praised when they did a good job, she grinned at the Viking sitting at her table trying not to look too smug.
“Thank you, you did good!”
It wasn’t long before Eric was jealous of the spoon, too.
He sat quietly watching as she obviously enjoyed the treat, and pondered why it was important to him to do these things for her, to please her.
Sure, he easily acknowledged that he’d enjoyed her company more and more these past couple of months, and it hadn’t taken him long to realize he would rather visit with her at this old house than in the club he was enjoying less and less these nights.
A loud, malodorous all-you-can-drink buffet was handy and all, but at the end of the night he still had to shower off the smell as he did not want that miasma to follow him to bed.
Sookie’s house, though, smelled…pleasing. Yes, there were odors of “old lady” and baking and wood and so forth, but Sookie’s sweet scent overrode it all.
His eyes flicked around the kitchen as Sookie bit into whatever a butter pecan was. Perhaps it should be strange that he would be so oddly comfortable in the old farmhouse, but for whatever reason, he was. It was quiet and clean, and certainly much more intimate than the club where he had to maintain a false front before minions and dinner.
He found the differences pleasing.
Eric gave a mental shrug; nothing about this had to make sense, did it? Not really, no matter how often Pam would snicker at him as he left to visit “the little blonde fairy”.
His thoughts were interrupted when Sookie reached for the three cans of frosting.
“Why these three?”
Sookie thought Eric’s indignation was cute.
“Well, you made good choices. This one,” she held up the butter pecan cake frosting, “will be good on another cake but these two will be perfect. We can put some of the cherry vanilla between the layers and cover the whole thing in the dark chocolate. That’ll work out great.”
“Do you know how many different types of cake coverings there are? I barely narrowed it down to these!”
He quirked a brow. “Some of the cherry vanilla? What will you do with the rest?”
“Eat it on pancakes later,” she answered with a grin.
The ageless Viking nodded wisely. He had no clue what she meant but she was smiling and that was good.
They chatted while Sookie put away the ice cream and washed the few dishes now dirtied. Afterward she made herself some coffee and handed him a warmed blood beverage he tended to stock in her refrigerator.
Eventually the cake was baked and cooled and deemed ready to frost.
Absolutely out of his depth, Eric stared in confusion at the off-set knife-looking tool now in his hand.
“Here,” she said as she handed him the cherry vanilla frosting. “Grab up a bunch of frosting with the spreader then smear it around there,” she pointed to the top of the bottom layer of cake.
He hadn’t minded leveling off the cake – using knives was in his blood warm and cold both, after all – but…well…smearing?
“I would rather smear this on you,” he replied faux-seriously with a smirk.
“Eric, hush. Wait, hang on a sec, let me drizzle some of this Maraschino cherry juice on the cake first.”
He thought the red syrup smelled far too much of chemicals to be healthy but stood aside anyway.
Then, he slathered. After leveling the top layer of this convoluted cake and allowing Sookie to repeat the drizzling to her pleasure, he found himself covering the entire cake with the dark chocolate frosting.
He decided he was, in fact, quite good at it.
Naturally.
In short order and absolutely unwilling to wait, Sookie served herself a slice of the newly made cake and tossed a handful of hulled and rinsed strawberries on her plate.
The evening had felt pretty much like every other evening Eric had spent with her – fun, easy going, flirting both gentle and lurid, some teasing, lots of conversation about things that mattered and things that didn’t…but it was also a bit more, somehow.
Sure, there was unexpected cake.
The cake was delicious.
But…it was a Valentine cake, one that she’d had to help make at that, but still, he’d thought of her and brought it to her and had even tried to at least start making it.
For her.
She looked over at Eric and, yes, he looked a bit smug at his obvious success, but he mostly looked comfortable, relaxed – he looked right at home.
A glance at the clock showed it was a little after 1:00 am and so, with a soft smile and warm eyes, she reached over and covered his hand with hers.
“Thank you for a great Valentine’s Day, Eric. You did a great job and I loved it.”
Slowly a true, real smile graced his lips as he turned his hand to hold hers.
“I still want to smear the frosting on you.”
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(The spider tsked and shoved his weary head – hey, spidering was hard work! – into the corner of the wall. Great, the Viking had scored big with Ms. Landlady…great…wonderful…now if they’d just turn off that damn light and go watch a movie…in the other room already!)
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All tsking spider-creatures aside, that’s it, folks. It’s meant to be a brief “scene” showing This Eric and This Sookie takin’ the slow route toward getting to actually know each other. I hope it didn’t suck too badly – my writing fingers are incredibly rusty, but I wanted to give you guys something for you time and support. I’m incredibly lucky for being able to write for the best fandom in the fanfic Universe.
In other news, well, there ain’t none, so there’s that. Excepting the above, FLM is still being her aggravating self but I am dearly hoping that “this” calls her sweet li’l ass back home ’cause it truly aggravates and frustrates me that I’ve left stories unfinished. I know – it’s not like I ever planned for my life to go swirling down the cosmic toilet and that *waves hand vaguely* things happen, but still. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to the stories, either. (My bad, totally, for having more than one going at a time instead of holding them until they’re completed BEFORE posting, but I’m not that organized…or sane…)
Anyway, I hope you liked it and feel free to comment below. Hope you have a great Valentine’s/Galentine’s/Palentine’s/Pawentine’s Day! 💗❤️💗
Hey, hey, stop throwing rotting veggies at me for taking so damn long! (At least reach for the still-usable produce – I can make soup! Oh, hey, a roast wouldn’t hurt, well, unless it’s frozen…)
I’ve been feeling really badly about leaving you guys hanging for so long (I really hope your hands aren’t hurting!) so when I had a bit of a thought about apples, I ran with it in hopes it might help cheer you guys as well as my rather depressed muse.
(The ridiculously huge bills flooding my mailbox, the fact I’m *still* on crutches, *still* in the 1,000-lb boot, *still* have to use the ‘chair to go to the dr – and that’s pretty much the only place I *can* go given the money sitch – combined with so many other small and massive issues = one depressed muse. She’s starting to look pretty damn wilted at this point.)
Anyway, while the entirety of this drabble? (I never know what to call stories when their classification is based on length) is 1,005 words (not including my ubiquitous ANs – they’re, like, mandatory, right?), I like to think it’s setting Sookie up for a far better future.
It’s my gift to you guys, and I hope you enjoy.
Let me know what you think, and I hope you have a fantastic Friday.
~Mer
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Just that – and it’s a nice (massive) Part, too, so walk the dog, go pee, make a good snack (nothing healthy, please – this is all meant to be fun!), and grab something cool (or warm for any Southern Hemmi readers out there) ’cause this one goes on a bit.
You know how Sookie likes to be in charge? Well, that was the problem with this chapter and why it took so long to write. I forgot that…Sookie likes to be in charge. Brilliant, right? Shaddup. Anyway, when I got bright and shut the hell up up and let her speak, BAM – here ya go! Eric, naturally, had to chime in at the end, though, so there’s that. (Can’t keep a good Viking quiet for TOO long, now can we?)
Hope you enjoy, and be sure to let me know what you think!
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Enjoy the chapter!
~Mer
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Typing fast, hella thunderstorm RAINING DOWN RIGHT ON MY HEAD (well, loudly on the roof of my house)…so here, catch! There’s the usual tiny bits of humor in this Part but BEWARE the BITS OF SECONDARY PLOT as they creep up/spring out at’cha, so…keep an eye out! Enjoy!
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*diving for cover…send coffee, donuts, grilled cheeses, and reviews*
~Mer
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Now you can’t say you haven’t heard a peep out of me, right? *glances around room*
Anyway, RL, blah blah blah – hey, do you want a teaser for One Night – The Fourth Night – Part 3??
THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED YET – I just wanted to let you guys know/give you visual proof that I am, in fact, actively working on it. I won’t say anything about the three OTHER versions of this chapter I’ve already written then tossed. Nope. Not a word about I’d get so far into the chapter then decide it wasn’t good enough/didn’t feel right/sucked ass and hit that lovely delete key.
See? Not a word…about murdering my own words. *sigh* (This totally counts as “suffering for your art”, btw.)
Anyway, at some point in the near-to-faaaar future the rest of this chapter will magically appear before your very, um, inbox. There is more written than I’m posting as a teaser – hey, a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets, right – I just wanted to give y’all a bit of proof since it’s been a while. You know the rules – the material is subject to change, corrections/additions/substitutions may be made, read it again when it’s actually posted to be sure, etc.
But yeah, here: catch!
Wait, no, um…where were we?
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With as much grace as he could muster under the slightly painful and highly frustrating circumstances, Eric followed his silently smirking Maker out of the house to the burgundy SUV somehow ready and waiting at the top of the circle. As he folded himself into the vehicle with a grimace, he had to be glad of the additional leg-room provided by the SUV’s design and wanted to think he had successfully hidden his…discomfort.
Sookie’s impromptu hair petting session had left his pants tighter than comfort would allow but unfortunately that wasn’t a new thing where she was concerned.
For fuck’s sake… Why, after a literal millennia, am I suddenly so susceptible to one woman’s touch? Why? Granted during my toddler years…so easily excitable…but that was then…! I’d gotten over that, surely? Untried 15-year-old boy now… Ugh! Down through the ages…the most beautiful women…the loveliest maidens…could choose at will… Never had a problem performing, could go for nights on end, but could easily turn from such distractions when I wanted or needed to… Now…now all one little shit – a fucking virginal shit at that although she had to have known exactly what she was doing…all she has to do is run a dainty little fingertip down my ear and I’m fucking toast… Could it be the fairy allure? Doubt it…that would lead to draining more than fucking, although that could be part of it… No, this is all…her…no desire to drain her, only to fuck her senseless…
Godric remained silent as he drove them toward Dallas proper. Normally he enjoyed a bit of speed to liven up any drive – vamping, as the young ones called it, was much more preferable, but what can you do? -but he proceeded more sedately to give his child a chance to reclaim the necessary facade.
Sookie…what a cheeky brat! And so perfect for his complicated progeny! Buy his child a treat indeed…small bouncy balls sounded more appropriate by the minute.
He’d most certainly heard what had taken place between Eric and Sookie both during his telephone – annoying things, those – conversation and thereafter. Sookie would likely have been mortified if she’d known…the child had yet to understand just how powerful vampire senses could be. She would learn in time, though.
Vampires never had the luxury of not knowing. Whether for better or worse, from the time of their first rising there would always be few secrets of a physical nature between vampires in close proximity one to the other even when they didn’t share a familial bond; that bond simply ensured that were far fewer secrets.
It was necessary for survival and he had routinely thanked whatever gods there might be for it’s existence especially during Eric’s baby and toddler years, but the night a vampire was made was the night any hope of privacy died.
Unless the progeny suddenly became Makerless; it happened. Regardless, with age came knowledge of how to limit most perceptible physical responses, and with age also came knowledge of how to limit what passed from one familial vampire to the other.
Just now the spikes of confusion, frustration, and curiosity bombarding him from his progeny were, however, incredibly entertaining.
He sensed when Eric finally reclaimed a few of his more important mental processes although he couldn’t hold a bit of night-dreaming against the boy.
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So…there ya go. I still exist, this story is still under construction, allergies suck, and I know of at least one litter box that needs de-clumping. Oh, the joy.
Have a great weekend,
~Mer
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I would very much like to thank you guys for your patience (whether you wanted to have it or not) – it really does mean a lot to me! And, on that note and without further ado and other such clichés as are appropriate, catch!
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I hope you guys like!! Assuming the universe is all kind and shit I’ll maybe actually even get a chance to (hopefully) reply to (hopefully) all your (hopefully) kind comments on this chapter (hopefully).
Hopefully.
I hate when I can’t because you guys are great.
*sigh*
Enjoy!
Let me know what you think, and have a great one (the “one” being entirely up to you, natch…).
~Mer
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Here there be vampires! And Fairies! And Godric! Who’s both!!
Heh, enjoy and let me know what you think.
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(And just as a reminder, I’ve posted Chapters 39 and 40 of The Moon, too, in the past week or so, so there’s that, too.)
I didn’t spend many letters typing on and on about Eric and Godric growling and snarling in this chapter because, well, that kind of thing is understood, right? It’s not that I forgot to describe it, right? Nope, that’s not it at all. Much. Carry on…
~Mer
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Ok fantabulous readers-mine, this is for you. You know Sookie’s weird-ass’d cravings and her new-fangled fairy light hands? Remember that teleportative pop to Eric’s side several chapters back?
First, thank you very much for all your kind words and concern. You guys are the best readers any fanfic writer could ever ask for and you’re mine-all mine-all mine!! Ok, and other writers’, too…but that’s not the point…
That’s right, laydeez and gennelmen, Chapter 37 of The Moon is finally up! I would offer all kinds of excuses for why this update is so long in coming – same as for the other WIPs not named “One Night” – but while there are a lot of them (and some are quite good, honestly), you’re not here to read whine. I’ll just blame this one on the FLM.
She’s all cool like that. That’s why she gets the big bucks… *snort*
Also, it’s fucking cold here. Just thought you should know that.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter!
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Thank you for all the lovely comments and reviews on the last Part!! I feel bad for not taking the time to reply as I normally do (which I love doing), but time was limited and I wanted to get this Outtake finished and up while the FLM was cooperating. (*She said “Hi”, btw…well, it sounded more like “send coffee and salty, buttery crab legs”, but I’ll interpret it to have meant a greeting instead…bossy little snot…)
Now, like with most of my fics, this outtake (it’s about the size of two regular chapters in a regular fic) has both funny and more serious stuff. Let me know what you think, though.
Anyway, hope you enjoy:
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So yeah, the FLM decided to cooperate with me for once (I think she just wanted the cherry o’cream cheese pie, honestly, since she’s not usually that willing to work with me and she has a terrible sweet tooth). Hope you guys have had/are having a fantastic Thanksgiving and/or Thursday!
Enjoy, and as usual, let me know what you think. The Alka Seltzers are beside the sink. *Sorry, just ate too much…
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There was other stuff I was going to write here but, well, I forgot what it was. I’m sure it would have been super-witty and/or thought-provoking, though. Have a good one, and enjoy the slightly shorter Part, lol.
~Mer
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Keep in mind that you guys are not allowed to yell at me because I’ll cry and get all red-eyed and snotty (srsly, I have a terrible cry-face), ok? (ThisparticularNightwillhaveaPart5.) (IfItellyoulikethisitsoftenstheblow,right?)
Pack a lunch. And dinner. And some snacks. Oh, and you guys may wanna take notes as you go – this bad boy is…you guessed it…hella long. You’ll see why I stopped it when I did. It’s also why it took for fucking ever to get it out to you, too. (FLM told me to say that.)
So…you lovely readers who like long reads will be in Heaven. You lovely readers who don’t…can take several breaks – just remember where you left off… This Part happens within a relatively short time and contains funny-ha has, seriousness, a gasp or two, mountains, correct pronunciations, a Pam, a cat, a ‘vette, and maybe a couple of cherries (Eric refused to verify). Proceed with vigor! 😉
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Now:
OMGODRIC, YOU GUYS – THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
When the fantastic Missingjasamalways commented to tell me to check out the YWB winners…I did…AND THEN I SCARED MY DOG SQUEEEING! (Yes, “squeeeing” is too a word.)
Thanks to you fanfuckingtastic readers AND VOTERS!!!, I won 8 Awards!
That is 8 (EIGHT!!!) more than I’d had a hope to win, y’all, and it’s all because of YOU. Did you see how fierce the ‘competition’ was? (And by “competition” I mean that we’re not actually competing against each other – we may not all be best buddies but we’re hella more likely to support each other than not because there’s no NEED for any competitive feelings in our luscious fandom.) There were so many amazing writers and amazing stories and you guys voted for me!
THANK YOU!!!
Can I brag now?? *pfft* Given ALL the AMAZING talent represented in these awards, hell yeah Imma brag:
First and foremost considering the new Part linked above, here is the one for One Night: PINS AND NEEDLES, Y’ALL – PINS! AND! NEEDLES!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
Hit Me With Your Best Shot Award – Best One Shot
The Hybrid Award – Best Crossover
Rollercoaster Award – Best Angst / Drama / Cliffhangers
The Saucy Award – Best Sookie (Woot!! Go Sookie!! Yeah, I’m totally seal-clapping here…oops, sorry for any flashbacks…)
The Flying Monkey Award – Best Villain (*mwahahaha*)
Who the Hell Are You Award – Best Original Award (Yay for Sevrin!!!! He totally just grunted a thank you…FLM will verify!)
And last but hella-certainly not least:
EricIzMine Award – Favorite Author (Ok, this one made me tear up a little/lot – you have no idea how very much I appreciate this.)
Really, thank you so very much for all the love. It means the world to me that you find time in your day to read my words and let me know what you think, but that you even take the time to cast your votes for me blows my socks off. (You did know I’m naked under my socks, right? NO BLUSHING…!) Now go read and enjoy, and know you’ve made me very happy!
❤
~Mer
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This particular night in this story just… keeps… growing. And growing.
Srsly.
NOW this poor little Third Night is up to a projected total of ***4*** Parts (possibly 5 depending on how mouthy everyone is during the next Part)…and that’s not even including Godric’s bit! And I totally blame/credit Eric. Dude’s mouthy when he wants to be. He has lots of words and sometimes enjoys using most of them. (And maybe Jason a little, too. He counts a little, right?)
But yeah, instead of having y’all wait even longer on ‘the next Part’, I’m posting this now. I mean, it’s over 8,000 words worth of Eric-centric fun and games and yes, the wee spider is still all fine and dandy, so there shouldn’t be any/much yelling. If there is, Imma be pouting…and possibly glaring depending on the moon phase/how much coffee is in my cup.
Anyway, here, and I hope you enjoy. Mandatory “don’t forget to vote” and last-posted links linger lackadaisically below the linky-pic. Happy reading, leave a review, and tip your server.
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Reminder that voting in the final round of the 2016 YWB Awards ends on Oct. 17th at midnight. So, um, GO VOTE and stuff.
Welcome to the only official Monday of this week! For better or for worse, aren’t you glad each week only gets one Monday (usually)?? Hope you have a great one – now, on to:
Addicted to Godric...Eric...Andre...(Sevrin) 