Sybil and Tom from “If Things Were Different” by Magfreak
HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
This is beautiful!!!
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Love this!!!
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My OTP FOREVER…
My Smut Weekend Contribution: Celebrating
This was a fic request from the Yankee Countess that I received back in February or March asking for a prequel to my first M-rated story, Five Days Without. Unfortunately, I was stumped for a long time on how to start the story and then I just had writer’s block. Then, the fantastic and smutty stories I’ve read this weekend inspired me and I wrote the entire story between yesterday and today. Please note that the paper Tom tells Sybil about later in the story is fictional and completely of my own creation.
OMG!!! I loved this!!!!!
“I want to do a real job… real work”
They’re at it again..
afterglow…
A new one-shot for S/T Smut Weekend - bit of an epic (for me anyway)…
Coming for to carry me home
Modern AU - on the last night of the British and Irish Lions rugby tour, Sybil catches up with Gwen for drinks in Sydney and meets an Irish rugby fan - rated M.
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There was a real buzz in the room as she made her way to the bar – “my shout!”, she called over her shoulder – and as she tried in vain to catch the eye of the bartender she realised she had forgotten one group – it was the British and Irish Lions, so where were the Irish? As she picked up a couple of jugs of beer, she spotted a group of green jerseys over in the corner. On the way back to her table, she passed them and heard one voice complain – “Well of course we don’t have God in the side tonight, so that has to make a difference, sure?”Sybil followed the voice to a face, and saw that it belonged to a fair haired man. She couldn’t help noticing he was really good looking, with the kind of muscular build that always registered with her, and found herself standing and staring at him for longer than she would have expected, mesmerised by his hands as he gesticulated expressively to his friends. Somehow, during a lull in the conversation, the man noticed she was looking at him and met her eyes. Sybil flushed bright red – how embarrassing to get caught! – and broke his gaze to head back to her table. As she sat down, she couldn’t help looking back, and she saw the handsome Irish guy was still staring at her… this time, it was his turn to cough and look away once he realised she had caught him out.
Over the next half an hour, it became a bit of a silent game for them – while both Sybil and the Irishman were engaged in animated discussions at their own tables as the game progressed, both of them were aware of a current of electricity stretching across the crowded pub between them, which grew stronger each time one of them stole a glance and was intercepted by the other. At half time, both of them casually got up from their seats to head to the bar…***
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OMGodness!!! This is fucking amazing!! Everyone should read this!
this is amazing! wish I had skills like this…
Happy Anniversary to Tom and Sybil Branson!
OMG has it started already!??!! SMUT Weekend!!!
I would say such wonderful things to you
There would be such wonderful things to do
If you were the only girl in the world
And I were the only boy
You know what I love about this? The third pic; oh yeah, she’s aware that he’s looking at her, she can feel his eyes on her, but she’s so bashful and she’s trying not to look at him, standing so close to her side. She wants to be mad at him for what he said earlier, but all she can think about over and over are his words about it coming down to whether or not she loves him. And she does, it’s clear by the way she shyly avoids looking at him that she loves him, she’s just a little scared to say it outloud, but at the same time she’s feeling this thrill go through her as the song plays, because the truth is Tom *is* the only boy in the world for her; he always has been. And I love how his eyes follow her; he’s transfixed, he can’t look away, he doesn’t want to look away, even if it’s totally obvious to anyone who looks at them that his gaze is lingering a little too long. But he doesn’t care; because the rest *is* detail.
As is your usual trick, YC - you made a lovely post even better with your beautiful words!
^^^^^^THIS. ALL OF THIS^^^^^^
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The Bransons
Partners in crime…
