#the planning document is 1.5k already

[mopeylopey1]

hello I am writing something for the first time ever and it is about mr bilbo baggins

the shortest way I can explain it is if u took a traditional cultural misunderstanding fic set in post-botfa erebor and swapped it so bilbo thought thorin was courting him bc everyone keeps saying that’s what he’s doing (cue the mithril shirt) except he’s not he’s just trying to engage more in hobbit culture so bilbo feels less lonely (bc he is in love with him) (they are in love with each other)

[stxrshxpxd]

”thats my girl!” part 2

part 1

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 1.5k

prompt: house and reader have both stayed late and found themselves, tired and worked up in one way or another, in his office

”You’re in my chair.”

I glanced up from my papers with several pens in my hands, one of them tiredly making notes in the patient’s file, and a last one between my teeth. I couldn’t remember I had put it there, what with it being my twelfth consecutive hour at the hospital, but I dropped it when I had to respond.

“Yes, it does the fun spinny thing,” I said in a joyless tone, staring down at the words that were beginning to not look like words anymore. House waddled up to plant his palm on his desk and blink down at me.

“Well, you can have the chair as long as I get to be in-between you and it.”

I thought House had gone home long ago. Just about everyone else had. The halls and his office were dark and the world outside was pitch black as of nearly five hours ago.

“Mhm,” I hummed nonchalantly and laid the side of my aching head in my palm. Staring at the old medical records and documented symptoms of our patient, I dotted my pen in the margin as I tried to think.

“Hey, spiraling into insanity trying to solve the case is my thing! Get your own shtick!” House snapped in a joking upset voice. I stared down still but was distracted by his hand in front of me and his index finger that mindlessly tapped on the desk, and the veins on the back of his hand and up his forearm.

He was impossible and an asshole and sociopathic on a good day, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t find him attractive. There was something about his intelligence, quick wit and superiority that secretly drew me in. But I refused to give in. I knew I could never forgive my lack of self-respect if I were to cave and sleep with him. The only way to get over it, I had always thought, would be to demystify him by getting on his level.

“When were you planning on going home?” he asked. Had I not known better I would’ve thought I detected concern in his voice. I looked up and studied the sharp shadows on his scruffy face. He himself was apparently planning on going home soon, having stuck his biker jacket on.

“Maybe when the patient dies,” I joked tiredly.

“Hm, well, then you might as well start looking at the next case instead,” House said and shrugged as he reached to the end of his desk for a stack of thin folders. I detected a snarkiness now, which I knew was part of his usual repertoire. It enraged me an unjustified amount and I stood up suddenly, nearly crashing the top of my head into his chin.

“I’m gonna save him,” I argued and pointed my finger into House’s firm chest.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’re the one who said he’s gonna die,” he chuckled and raised his one hand in surrender. “Also, haven’t you ever heard there’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’?” he added in yet another silly tone, tilting his head down at me. We seemed to end up in this position a lot, I reflected. His pale eyes stared down at me in silence and I recognised he was putting two and two together in his head.

“What’s your obsession with being better than me?” he asked bluntly even though he had the answer. “You wanna put yourself above me and knock me off my pedestal, so that you don’t have to idolise and romanticise me anymore. Oh, this must be killing you.”

“Why do you ask questions you already have the answer to?” I countered, ignoring his calling me out. His smirk had grown wide on his lips.

“So that is the answer?”

“I’m going home,” I declared and shoved past him. My brain was fried and I had no witty one-liners left to throw in his face, plus my own face was growing red at his accusations.

“You can just say you wanna sleep with me,” he teased and I saw his arms were open in a conceited manner when I turned around quickly.

“Can you for once talk to me like I’m a human being with a brain and not a piece of meat?” I asked, trying to contain my frustration. He stood in the shade of my body but I could see him narrowing his eyes slightly.

“Please, you look at me like I’m a piece of meat too. I see the way you undress me in your mind all the time. As we all know by now; I’m not stupid,” House said daringly. It drove me crazy that he still wasn’t seeing the point and he was deflecting and refusing to give me an ounce of respect.

“You’re a jerk!” I stated and closed the gap between us, impulsively shoving him by the shoulders and catching his balance off guard. He was forced to step back with his bad leg and hissed in pain, before instinctively grabbing a hold of my arm for support as his back slammed against the wall behind him. I was pulled with him and crashed into his chest and his hand still gripped my arm tightly.

Suddenly I was in his space for real. All those times of staring up at his cocky face and just barely feeling his breath on my nose there apparently had been that last shred of a border between us. I hadn’t ever been aware of it but now it was gone and it was all I could think about. His heart beat against my chest and his breath was undeniably hitting my face and there was nothing holding me back from kissing him.

I enjoyed every time I had the upper hand with him, and now I did as I pressed a frustrated yet confident and harsh kiss against his mouth. He wouldn't ever be able to pull that kiss out of his lips, it was there forever. I realised though that he could give it back. And he did. He shoved his face harsher against mine and kissed me back while tightening his fist around my upper arm and holding me in my place. And a war broke out, both of us fighting to end up on top. Get the last kiss in, leave the most memorable mark, plant the most saliva in the other’s mouth, leave the nastiest sting of one’s teeth in the other’s lip.

My body was working quicker than my brain and before I knew it I was beginning to tear his jacket off. I could only get it half way off his arms before House’s phone rang loudly and startled us both. Pulled out of our cloud of lust, I let go of his jacket and took a step back. House fished the phone out of his pocket with a sigh. I saw Wilson’s name on his screen and he didn’t hesitate to click the call away. I laughed breathily at that and shook my head.

“I think he has cameras in my office. He’s jealous.”

“Of me that is,” I teased and he laughed shortly.

“Who else?” he was quick to joke along and those were the words that stayed hanging in the air as neither of us spoke for the next few, long seconds. House let out a soft sigh as he looked at me and pulled his jacket up to hang off his shoulders again. I stepped back to lean against the desk behind me and my gaze hopped around the room.

“Why do you think you’re on my team?” House asked at last but it was rhetorical. He raised his brows at me to make a point. “Obviously you’re incredibly intelligent and a fantastic doctor.”

He kept sighing as if this was the hardest thing he had ever had to say and it made me chuckle quietly behind my serious face. I looked him in the eye and we nodded at one another silently, both barely smiling. Then his phone rang again and he rolled his eyes as he pulled it out.

“Bright and early, 8 tomorrow!” House joked and pointed at me before he began walking out towards his office door. I laughed, knowing he hadn’t ever showed up at work before 10 am.

“We stopped kissing!” he answered Wilson’s call with mock annoyance. “You know, you’re gonna have to man up and put a ring on it if you want me to stop running around with other people,” he joked and I could practically hear Wilson’s confused sigh on the other end of the line as House disappeared down the hallway and I was left alone again, absentmindedly trailing my fingertips along my bottom lip.

[ultimate-chickennougat]

| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 5)

Vol 1 Vol 2 Vol 3 Vol 4 (Not Required) Vol 6 Vol 7 Vol 8 Vol 9

Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader

Visiting Nanami at work...

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: SFW, domestic fluff, fem!Reader, slightly slightly suggestive, office things

A/n: The pacing is a bit off in this, I'll do Gojo in the next volume (which will hopefully be better).

Within your last three months of marriage, it had become even more clear to you just how organized your husband Nanami was. 

The talented Jujutsu Sorcerer, and current salaryman, was always on time to wake up, go to work, and come home, never varying more than a couple of minutes. It was easy to plan things that way, knowing exactly when to greet him and have dinner ready. 

He kept to the usual schedule, drinking his morning coffee on the living room table while looking over some documents on his computer. It was a simple part of his routine, and while rather mundane, it somehow produced some much needed peace before heading to work. 

He had gotten used to the banging of pots and pans, and the subtle hums that came out of your mouth as you cooked, having finished making breakfast and packing his lunch box for the day. You carefully balanced his plate and the basket of bread in your arms, safely setting them on the table next to his coffee cup, and made the second trip to grab your own, while he packed up his things. 

Sitting down, you couldn’t help but smile watching Nanami eat the food you made. He had a long day of work to go, various meetings to attend and many papers to read. To give him the gift of a good breakfast every morning was one of the greatest joys you had, knowing that he would need it in the hours to come, along with his lunch of course. 

There wasn’t much left for Nanami to do that morning. His clothes had been picked out by you and placed neatly in a pile, his breakfast was made, also by you, and his briefcase and shoes were set by the door for when he left. Despite your husband’s usual organized manner, he seemed to have forgotten one important thing as he stepped out the door, another boring work day ahead of him. 

You had already moved on to get the morning chores done, scrubbing down the bathroom tiles and sink, and throwing the dirty clothes into the laundry. You watched out the window while wiping the dishes with soapy water, taking a deep sigh of relief knowing you were almost done. The sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly throughout the house, and while the weather was lovely, rain hadn’t fallen on your plants in quite a while. So you took a watering can and went outside, tending to the fruits and vegetables and harvesting the ripe ones. 

Time really does fly when you’re having fun, which you were, seeing the variety of colors fill the basket, a testament of your hard work and care. When you got back into the house, fully prepared to relax on the couch and read, you noticed something peculiar on the kitchen counter.

A lunch box. It was none other than your husband, Kento Nanami’s, lunch box.

The clock read 11:12, meaning less than an hour until his lunch break. Of course this was not a regular occurrence, so the thoughts that went through your head were a bit past rational. “What if he doesn’t have money with him… or doesn’t have time to go to a store?” you mumbled to yourself, pacing around the kitchen. 

There was only one thing to do, in your mind. You could just bring the lunchbox to Nanami, right? So you quickly grabbed a bag and placed the box into it, as well as your wallet, and got out the door. It was about a 20 minute walk to the station at your speed, and a 15 minute ride to get to his building. 

Stepping out of the station, you gazed widely at the imposing building that Nanami worked in. Though you had seen it before, then it wasn’t surrounded by large crowds of people walking around the city.

You dashed inside the building, the lobby filled with salarymen grabbing coffee from the shop on the first floor. To that you had to facepalm, seeing the menu had sandwiches and other savory items. Of course he would have the opportunity to get lunch, all the other workers did it.

Turning back was an option, in your dress and flats you looked quite out of place, but it was 11:55, and Nanami would be on break in 5 minutes. It would be a waste of money to buy a sandwich, when you had an even better lunchbox waiting for him. 

When the clock struck 12:00, you started to find your way throughout the massive building, to the secretary’s desk. Nanami and the rest of his department would be on break, so you could visit him in his office. 

The secretary buzzed you up to his floor, and you wandered around past the mass of people heading to the elevator. Peaking around each doorway you looked for Nanami’s blonde hair and dark gray suit, having not seem him leave. The striking figure of your husband was hard to miss. 

Nanami sat hunched over in his chair, rummaging through his things in search of something. He was the only one who hadn’t left the room yet, letting out a grunt when his hands came up empty. You silently walked over to him, happy that you were able to find him so quickly. 

“Kento, darling,” you stated meekly, smiling to greet Nanami. He looked over his shoulder in surprise, you had never been to his office before. “Y/n, what are you doing here?”  He inquired, eyeing you. It couldn’t have been easy, figuring out where everything was and making the journey here. 

He smoothed his hand over his neck, leaning to the side. “I appear to have forgotten my lunch, could that be it?” he asked, not waiting for your response. You nodded, reaching into your bag to hand him the box. “Right on time, thank you, my love,” he reciprocated your smile, the shyness knocked off your face. “While you’re always welcome to come visit me, you really don’t have to come all this way for something like this…” he started clearing the papers off his desk. “I didn’t realize you had a cafe downstairs,” you laughed, “and that the streets here are so busy during the day.” 

“Their sandwiches are fine, but I’d still rather have this - it certainly has more nutritional value,” Nanami relaxed, setting his lunchbox on the desk. “I don’t know what slipped my mind, I’m sorry you had to come deliver this, Y/n,” he stood up, adjusting his tie with his hand. 

“I should probably be getting back now, Kento,” you frowned, not having much of any reason to stay. Your own lunch was at home, and the train would only get busier. Nanami gently gripped your shoulder, leading you to sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

“It tends to settle down a little while people are eating, why don’t you stay a bit longer? Only a few minutes - I enjoy your company, afterall,” he smirked as you took in the office around you. “The view is beautiful,” you looked out the window, your hand mindlessly fiddling with your other one as you avoided his gaze, towering over you until he sat down. It was the same sky and weather that was at home, but you were with him, and that made it so much better.  

“Though it makes getting around a bit longer, this office has the best view, and is quite secluded,” he picked up his fork and took a bite of food. “For the many meetings with clients I have, it works out well as a background, and for soundproofing,” you nodded, listening intently. “My other coworkers are on this floor, and the one below it,” he mentioned, eating more. You continued your conversation a short while longer. 

“It’s already 12:20, I’ll let you leave now,” he stared at his watch, slightly annoyed that the second hand kept ticking. You stood up, feeling the lack of weight on your shoulder as your bag was nearly empty. A reminder of your purpose for being in the office in the first place.

“Do other wives visit often?” you asked, curious, as Nanami joined you. “A few, but mostly at the end of the day,” he took your hand, as the two of you walked out into the rest of the floor. “Most of my coworkers are single,” he sighed, as you looked a bit surprised. 

“Maybe I should start forgetting my lunch more often,” Nanami met your flustered gaze, you didn’t want to say goodbye and wait for hours for him to come home. “You could see more of the work we do here,” he smiled, pulling you into a hug, “and all those dull trainees could see what a beautiful wife I have,” you blushed red. 

“Goodbye, Kento, I love you,” you started walking out the building, cheeks flushed and a smile not leaving your face. “Stay safe, Y/n, I love you too,” he replied, watching you leave. “Only a few more hours…” he mumbled in his head, “a few more hours…”

[callme-darling]

take care of you

or; promising pierre a family after he worked so hard — partly inspired by this anon 🤍

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut, fem reader, spoilers for ‘bloody milk’, cursing, p-in-v, riding, a hint of a breeding kink, porn with plot lmao, not proofread

a/n: y’all, this turned out so much softer than i was planning😭

“come to bed, dear.” you urge gently, voice quiet as you hook your chin over his shoulder.

his eyes were glued to the laptop screen, as if in combing through multitudes of official and unofficial documents would somehow grant him a miraculous insight he has overlooked previously.

he didn’t move, nor make a sound of any kind. his eyes remained focused, as if in a trance that allowed the rest of the world fall away. your heart ached for him, it really did. in one fell swoop, his livelihood was torn away from him, all despite his best efforts.

“pierre.” whispered, like an ancient beckoning—warm, promising, and void of the familiarity of desolation.

this time he hums, a noncommittal sound, but an evidence that he was present, at least relatively.

you bring your hands to his shoulders. start slow, you remind yourself. ease the burden from his shoulders, find the space to allow yourself to carry it for him, even just for a little while. “pierre,” you whisper again. “the room is cold without you.”

“in a minute.” he responds, dragging the cursor on the screen to click on an article he had already read thrice before.

your heart clenches as you watch the man you love try to make sense of the devastating lost. wordlessly, you step to his left. you’re mindful not to disturb him often, but tonight you felt the ache was almost palpable.

prompting his arm to raise slightly, you duck under his elbow and gingerly crawl onto his lap, your chest against his as you tuck your face into his neck.

you breathe in his scent, a mixture of his minty shampoo and him. he doesn’t shake away your touch, and you instead feel him slowly relax beneath you. taking that as a sign, you wrap your arms around his waist, your hands rubbing along the faint ridges of his spine and latiss.

“i love you, pierre.” you murmur against the warmth of his neck, the hair at his nape tickling your nose as you breathe softly.

his chest rises against yours with a deep inhale. then you feel warm palms on your hips, his fingers tickling your ribs as he holds you closer.

the embrace was what he wasn’t fully able to communicate into words yet. ‘i’m sorry, i’ll do better. i’ll figure this out. for you, for me. i’ll fix this.’

you lift your face from his neck, hands on either side of his head as the pads of your thumbs stroke the skin beneath his ears. “let me take care of you tonight… can i, please?”

he seemed almost taken aback by the sudden determination in your eyes. but his hands held you all the same.

“it’s okay, you don’t-“

“but i want to.” you cut him off. “i want to make you feel better, even just for a little bit.” when he doesn’t respond right away, you tilt your head slightly, pretty doe eyes blinking into his, “please, let me love you.”

“oh, honey..” his hands ran up and down the expanse of your back, fingers bunching up the material of your tshirt.

a soft smile started to crack through your lips, “is that a yes?”

he sighed, eyes searching yours for a quiet moment. “you could do whatever you wanted to me, and i would never object.”

you smile softly as you press your lips to his, finding a tender rhythm. you shift in his lap, knees pressed on either side of his hips. with smooth movements, you begin to softly grind against him, feeling the faint bulge beneath your core.

your hand finds the back of his head, fingers raking through his hair as he stares up at you, lips parted slightly. his fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts as he brought his lips to yours again.

a subdued moan slipped into your mouth as you pressed down more attentively on his lap, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair with a teasing gyration of your hips. you jumped faintly when a warm hand dipped into the back of your shorts, dragging the material down your thighs and revealing you bare.

“no panties?” he hummed, half to himself.

you grinned, teeth biting your lip as a quiet whine threatened to rise from the back of your throat. “figured i wouldn’t be needing them.”

“you little minx…” he sighed, bordering on admiration.

you could feel how wet you were, how worked up you were quickly becoming. a steady hand tested the waters as you reached between your bodies, fingers grazing over the growing bulge in his jeans. you felt it twitch under your fleeting touch.

pierre huffed as your featherlight touch quickly became more confident, assured. he head fell back against the chair, his adam’s apple bobbing. “fuck…” he cursed with a guttural groan, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

you press a trail of warm kisses to his throat, tongue teasing the skin every so often. “then why don’t you show me?”

as if to reinforce your words even more, you slide off his lap. he looked as if he was about to protest, but as he watched you slide your shorts completely down your legs, any complaints quickly died in his throat. you return to straddle him, but this time you worked the facet of his belt open. your mouth was on his as you slipped a hand into the front of his pants, moaning softly against his tongue as his cock twitch in your palm. you free his length from his jeans, the tip blushed a pretty red as you let your thumb run over the slit and down the length of it.

pierre let out a shaky breath. it’s been too long, you thought. too long since you’ve last had the chance to take care of your lover.

he helps line himself up with your entrance, both of you eager to satisfy that hungering lust.

as you sink onto him, your eyes flutter shut. his hands grip your waist tightly, fingers sure to leave bruises as you clench around him.

“easy,” he prompted softly. he shifts in his seat so that he’s reclined slightly, giving you a better angle. his blue eyes stared into yours as the pads of his calloused fingers gently began to massage your hips. “take it slow, yea?”

you’re mindful as you begin to find a rhythm, the small room quickly filling with the soft acoustics of breathy pants and whispered moans.

he could feel you clench around him sporadically, a telltale sign you were close. your forehead was on his shoulder, fingers gripping onto his biceps for stability. his hands fell to your hips. with an effortless grip, he took control of your movements, working you along his length with steadied ease. his lips pressed to your face, hoarse words warming the shell of your ear, “fuck- just like that dear, you’re so good-“you felt his teeth nip at your earlobe, “gonna make me come.”

you felt your breath stutter, whole body warm and alive with an all-consuming need. “in me,” you gasp out, “please come in me.”

his grip on you tightened, but his words were quiet with uncertainty, “you sure?”

“shit- yes, please pierre, please come in me.” you beg again.

the shift in his demeanor was evident as he fucked into you with a newfound vigor. “gonna fill you up, fuck-“ he growled, “so fuckin’ tight.”

you came with a pitched whine, eyes clenched shut and mouth agape. your body shook lightly in his grasp as you felt his cock pulse in your cunt, a new heat filling you from the inside out.

you both stayed quiet for a moment longer, panting softly.

his hands soon began to rub small, nonsensical shapes along your back. his lips pressed soft kisses along your temple as you brought a hand to the side of his neck, your fingers playing with the hair there.

his raspy voice broke the silence. “so.. is this your way of telling me you’re ready for a family?”

you could hear the smile in his voice. your own smile grew. “i just think that maybe.. it’s time for us to start a herd of our own.” you nearly cringe at your own words, but when you pull away to look at his face, any thoughts of doubt were stripped from your mind.

a lovesick smile tugged at his lips, his eyes searching yours with a warmth not found in words. he presses a tender kiss to your lips. “i think that’s a lovely idea.”

[blue-macaron]

kiss kiss kiss!

characters: rei sakuma, cameos / mentions of other characters x gn!reader, fluff, slightly suggestive(?), total 1.5k words a/n: This is such a rushed happy birthday fic for Rei but I really wanted to get something out for him!!! Also hello from like 6+ months worth of hiatus, I've been busy and too tired to write anything >_< (then of course rei's birthday shoots ideas through me) Happy Birthday Rei!!

"My dear, how could you? Woe is me, no love from my other half, my soulmate, my lover, my-"

You threw a pillow at Rei, effectively shutting him up from saying anything more corny at your face. Rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed as Rei seemed to sigh even more.

"Rei, I love you, but I need to get this done before I can spend a little time with you.." You trailed off, not sure what else to say.

In reality, the "assignment" that you were working on was actually a spreadsheet that was shared with a good chunk of Rei's friends to celebrate his birthday that was coming up. Plans and ideas littered the columns, and check marks for what had already been done.

The plan was to trick Rei into thinking the UNDEAD practice was a regular one, until the lights were to be turned off and everyone would litter in with the cake and party poppers.

Looking at the clock, you realized that his birthday was pretty close, as it was 11:34pm. You didn't realize that time had passed by so quickly, which must have been why your lover was lamenting his sorrows from the lack of attention from you.

Feeling pressure on your legs, you looked up to see that Rei had moved from his spot on the other side of the couch to your side, resting his head on your legs while he laid on his stomach. Luckily with the way you were sitting, the computer screen wasn't in his sights.

You chuckled a bit before closing your computer, offering a brief sorry in your head to Koga who also happened to be on the document with you.

"So now my lover returns to my side?" Rei teased, tracing shapes into your thigh.

"I was technically always by your side, my love." You raised an eyebrow, putting your hands into Rei's thick locks of hair. Brushing them out with your fingers, you did the small knots that had accumulated throughout the day.

Rei sighed out of bliss, feeling the way you scratched his scalp and smoothed down his hair.

"Oioioioi, don't tease me like that. You will hurt this poor vampire's heart." He shook his head, fake wiping a tear from his eye.

You laughed, and Rei could feel the way your body shook while his head rested upon your legs.

Smiling brightly, you pressed a kiss into his forehead. "You know I will always be there for you, Rei." You softly uttered against his forehead.

Rei grinned, before tilting his head up to steal a kiss from your lips.

"And this old man is very thankful for that."

"How thankful?" Your lips moved against his while you whispered.

Rei rose from his spot on your legs, pinning his hands on the sides of your head on the couch's armrest.

"Fuhuhu, let this old man show you how thankful I am, from all of my heart..."

Leaning in, Rei swooped down to press his lips against yours, your lips moving in tangent with his. He freed one of his hands to move it to gently hold your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he moved to deepen the kiss.

You broke off from the kiss for a breath of air, but that was short lived as Rei once again went in to steal another kiss, another, another, and you tore your head from Rei's onslaught of kisses before he could fully steal your whole breath.

Moving your hand to cover Rei's lips, your chest heaved as you scowled at him.

"We both need to breathe... Rei..." You felt slightly lightheaded from the amount of kisses he had given you.

Rei pouted, burying his face into your neck. You could feel the tips of his fangs slightly poking your skin as he spoke.

"I'm afraid your lips are just too delectable, my dear."

You wrapped your arms around Rei's neck before lightly sighing. Feeling Rei smirk, you moved too late before he moved to once again take over your lips.

Melting into his lips, you tightened your hold on Rei as your stomach fluttered with the way Rei kissed you. He moved his kisses from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck. You felt a shiver throughout your body, brokenly sighing with how warm the air had become.

Rei's body runs cold, but in times like these, you can't help but feel he's like a heater, a light source that you couldn't help but be drawn to.

He always shook his head when you likened him to a star, changing the subject, but you knew that a star will always shine bright even when covered by darkness.

A sharp ring had cried throughout the air, and you realized that it was your alarm you had set for 11:59 to remind you to wish Rei a happy birthday.

You tried to reach for the alarm, breaking off the kiss that Rei captured you in, but you soon realized that Rei's strong arms had you trapped under him.

"My-"

Smooch

"Love, yo-"

Another smooch

"Oh for goodness sak-"

You kept trying to break it off from Rei to shut off the god awful noises that rang from your alarm (you thought you had changed the tune to Bloody Moon Vampire, although it seems it had slipped your mind), but Rei kept stopping you.

Brute forcing your body to turn a complete 180 degrees from Rei, you leaned forward to finally turn off the alarm on your phone. You sighed after turning it off, slightly turning back before your felt a hand on your chin facing you towards Rei, up close.

"My dear, I hope you know I do try to be a patient man, but when I'm with you, I can't help but feel like I become the most inpatient man. Know that your lover may become a beast if you tempt him for too long, hmm?" Rei muttered with narrowed eyes, holding your chin with a firm but gentle hand.

You felt your stomach turn over with butterflies, your mouth gaping widely as you felt a shiver rack through your entire body.

Rei smirked, tilting his head at you. "Well?"

"Well," you glanced at the clock, before shifting your eyes back towards Rei. "Happy birthday, my love."

You grinned from ear to ear, eyes twinkling with mirth as Rei's eyes widened.

Rei let out a chuckle, before softly smiling. "I suppose my years are coming up on me."

You snorted, before finally turning your body to face Rei. Putting your hands on his cheeks, you leaned in with pulling Rei closer.

"Well, I suppose before your years actually start creeping up on you, we better make the most of it, no?"

Pressing your lips against Rei's lips, you felt Rei frozen, but then you could feel the way his lips smiled into yours, before responding by moving his lips with yours.

You buried your hands into the raven's hair, somehow pulling you two closer as the two of your bodies were pressed up against each other.

Rei surprisingly broke off the kiss, gazing into your eyes with a fondness that you couldn't describe.

"I really do love you my dear, more then you will ever know." Rei pressed a kiss into your temple, softly sighing.

You kissed his neck, "I don't know if you will ever know how much I love you, Rei."

Rei smiled, "I suppose that means we need to be with each other for a while to understand our feelings, no?"

You smiled back at him. "I would love that."

"Fuhuhu, I do wonder what you lot have in store for my birthday."

"...Eh!? How do you-!?"

"A vampire always has good ears, my dear, ohohoh.."

"Hah? He already found out?" Koga scowled, before fiddling with one of the balloons.

"I don't know how either.." You trailed off, fiddling with your own balloon.

The rest of UNDEAD and the five eccentrics prepared the room, slighting changing the plan to just surprise Rei as soon as he walks in. You all realized that he could guess some of the plan, so that's why you decided to alter it.

"Well, I suppose he will be slightly surprised at our plan change..?" You questioned.

You felt a buzz against your leg, before realizing that someone was texting you. Pulling out your phone you realized that Kaoru was frantically texting you that Rei was ahead of schedule.

"Ah, wait everyone, Rei is coming!?" Everyone startled a bit, and you were about to open your mouth again before the door suddenly opened.

"Ah, Adonis, Koga, there yo-" The balloon Koga held had slipped out of his hands from being startled, and had been launched, ploppin against Rei's face.

Everyone gaped at the situation, before you quickly shuffled to the front. You raised your hand to countdown from 3.

"Happy birthday, Rei!" All of you said, ignoring what just happened.

Rei chuckled, before bursting out with laughter.

"I suppose you did catch me there with this surprise, fuhuhu."

happy birthday rei!

[cameronswiftie]

Where The Ocean Waves Met My Anxious Heart And Your Strong Embrace

wc: around 1.5k

warnings: reader almost drowning (as a flashback), mentions of fear of death, panic attack, written in 1st person, english is not my first language, ooc rafe?, fluff, not fully proofread

a/n: AAAA my first fic and i am not sure how to feel about it. truly hope it makes sense. comment if you want to be added to the taglist for future fics (ideally would love to put out one fic every week but we'll see how that goes ;-; )!! if you liked this, please comment and reblog <333

p.s. can't decide if the title fits this at all

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I never liked him. In fact, I want to gag anytime the name ‘Rafe Cameron’ leaves someone's mouth. He had somehow (unsurprisingly) lived up to his title in the Outer Banks, the Kook Prince. An arrogant and cocky asshole was all that he was to me.

I never really cared about the whole Pogues and Kooks thing. I was friends with both, in fact Kie, Pope, John B and JJ were some of my closest friends. Just because I live in Figure Eight, doesn’t make me better than those who live on the Cut. That is what my parents always taught me, since both of them also used to be Pogues.

But I was never gonna live it down when it came to the eldest Cameron offspring. He always calls me ‘the rip-off Kook’.

Sarah and I have been best friends since forever, but I never got along with Rafe. Ever. Even when we were kids, he always annoyed me, trying and often succeeding at pissing me off or upsetting me. 

You would think that we would’ve grown out of our childish antics as time went on, but it only got worse. We could never pass each other without sending glares or saying snarky remarks.

It’s a Friday night in late June. My family and I are at Cameron's for our annual summer barbecue. 

I had left my camera there a couple days prior after a sleepover with Sarah. As always, I was tasked to document the gathering, so I went inside to look for it.

And that is why I found myself in Rafe’s room, looking for my camera, that Sarah had left there for some unknown reason to me.

I had been in there a couple times before, but I never had the chance to check it out completely.

I was surprised to find the wall behind his bed covered in photos. Was he also into photography?

My eyes drifted to the window that overlooked the front yard of Tannyhill. 

There was soft music playing, as our families were conversing, sipping on wine and enjoying the food. My need to capture this moment became unignorable. But as I turned to grab my camera from his desk, I saw Rafe standing behind me. I flinch from his presence.

“Jesus, can you not creep upon people like that?” I say.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he answers, a lazy smirk on his lips.

I roll my eyes at the nickname, turning back to the window.

“What are you doing in my room, Y/L/N?” he asks, as he moves to stand next to me.

“Came to get this,” I picked up the camera from the desk and prepared to snap the photo I was planning on taking before Rafe interrupted me.

“I find it hard to believe that you only came to take your camera, you wanted to snoop and find something to blackmail me with,” he says, jokingly accusing me with a smirk on his face.

“Oh Cameron, I have known you for over a decade, pretty sure I have enough dirt on you as it is,” I laugh slightly, as I adjust the camera settings.

“Really, because in all these years you have never used it on me.” 

“Knowledge is power, Rafael. Don’t expect me to play all of my cards out at once,” I say, zooming in a little bit on the party in the yard.

Once I’m finished taking the photos, I turn to Rafe, finding him already staring at me. I’m used to receiving glares from him, but this time his eyes held something else. An emotion I can’t describe. His gaze was intense.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I turned to look at the photo covered wall.

“I didn’t know you were into photography,” I say, absentmindedly admiring each photo.

Rafe looks down at his shoes, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I, uh, always wanted to try it and I ended up liking it a lot.”

My eyes settle on one particular photo. It’s a photo of the ocean, which appears to be right before the storm.

I look at the date in the bottom right corner and my body freezes. 

I can feel the water filling my lungs and I can hear the storm again. The fear of death clouds my brain. 

All of a sudden I’m hiccuping for breaths and I feel my legs give out.

…

It was supposed to be a stupid dare, but my stubbornness knows no boundaries. 

When JJ jokingly challenged me to surf in the storm, I should’ve just laughed it off, but I didn’t.

Everything was going well, until the wave threw me off the board and I was pushed underwater.

The storm had gotten stronger, so did the waves, and I could barely breathe in when I came up, as another wave pushed me below the surface. Safe to say I was drowning. 

I was so scared, but I couldn’t scream out for help. My limbs were burning from trying to stay above water and slowly I gave in. 

Suddenly, I felt strong arms wrap around me and attempt to pull me out.

Then it all went black.

…

I felt Rafe’s arms wrap around me to keep me from falling as I choked out a sob. It was like I was experiencing that day all over again. I couldn’t breathe properly and I was shaking like crazy.

“Hey, Y/N, hey! Look at me. You’re safe, you’re not in the water. Just breathe.”

His proximity, my almost drowning, it was too much for me. I tried to wriggle out his grip, failing, as his arms around me only tightened.

“It’s okay, you are safe. I am here.”

I finally let myself collapse into him, sobbing into his chest. He started to rub my back soothingly, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

The blurry images of the waves crashing still flooded my brain.

“I thought I was gonna die,” I sobbed

His arms only tightened around me hearing that sentence.

Once I was calm enough, I pulled away slightly. Rafe was already staring at me, and once again, I couldn’t describe the emotion behind his eyes. Was it pityness? Worry? Or was it care?

No, there is no way he cares about me. We hate each other. Right?

I find myself staring back into his captivating blue eyes.

And then the puzzle pieces start falling into place.

“You saved me that day,” I state, my eyes widening with the realization.

Rafe looks away, his hold on me loosening. 

Oh my god. That’s why he knew what my panic attack was about. That’s why after the accident he didn’t talk to me for weeks. Does he actually care about me?

“Rafe, why did you never tell me?” I ask, my hand on his jaw, turning his head so he looks at me.

He sighs, before getting up and walking towards his photo covered wall. He takes off the picture of the ocean from the wall and gestures to me to sit on his bed. 

“I, uh,” he starts nervously, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want things to change between us."

I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to elaborate, nervous as to where this was going.

“Y/N, no matter what happened, you were always there to call me out on my bullshit, whether that was treating my sister poorly or bullying others. You always knew how to put me in my place and I didn’t want that to change.” 

I look at him, surprised. 

The boy who pulled on my braids in elementary school, the boy who knew which buttons to push to annoy me, that same boy was now sitting in front of me telling me that I am the only thing in his life that he can count on.

He worriedly flips the photo to the other side and hands it to me. I take it and look at the writing on the back of it.

Once I read it, it didn’t take long for our lips to meet for a gentle kiss that is filled with years of pent up emotions and feelings that we didn’t know were there.

His hands are gently cupping my face, as if he was afraid I would break.

When we break apart, a little breathless and dizzy, I once again look at the inscription of the photo and I know that I have never been so sure about something in my life before. Somehow everything that had happened over the last 10 years made perfect sense. And even the accident made sense, because without it, we wouldn’t be here right now smiling shyly at each other.

On the back of the photo, in squiggly handwriting, were written 6 words.

The day I almost lost her.

~

@winterrrnight @h34rtsformilli

[peterbarnes]

Maybe Season 2: Chapter 1

Summary: You work at the TVA as an analyst. Every day is the same- boring case after boring case- but your entire life changes one day when a new variant shows up.

Word Count: 1.5k

Catch up on season 1 of the series!

A/N: chapter 1 is here!! I'm gonna try to upload weekly. I'll try to stay somewhat canon-compliant but since I kind of diverged during the season 1 finale, not everything will be the exact same as the show (obv). Enjoy!

It’s hard being in a place outside of time.

Your life drags on, but there’s nothing to quantify it; no way to measure your loneliness or your work. But - if you had to guess - it would be somewhere close to eternity. 

You hadn’t slept once since He Who Remains passed. It was peaceful, just like he’d hoped. And it was a stark reminder that despite everything, he was still just a human being. 

“You must protect the timeline,” he whispered to you on his deathbed. “My variants…if they come -”

“I won’t let them,” you interrupted. “I’m not scared.”

“You should be,” he said, voice quivering. “The Conqueror. He has no hesitation, no restraint. He is a vessel of destruction. I am a vessel of destruction.”

You took his shaking hand, gripping it tightly. Your heart thumped in your chest, nearly blocking out all other sounds. It was like someone was squeezing your ribs, blocking any air from coming in.  

“Everything will be okay,” you promised.

It was a lie.

- - -

“No, no, no, no,” you repeated to yourself. 

You were running around the citadel, from TemPad to TemPad, document to document. It was a mess - books scattered across the floor and cracks breaking apart the marble walls. 

“Miss Minutes!” You called.

“Yes?”

You shrieked at the sudden voice and whipped around to find the orange clock floating behind you. 

“Why isn’t Renslayer answering my calls?” You questioned.

Miss Minutes wasn’t taking your succession of Time too well. She met every question or command you gave with an eye roll or a snarky comment.

“I already told you,” she said, exasperated. “I don’t know.”

“Your job is literally to know everything,” you snapped, slamming a document down onto your desk. 

“Hey!” She retorted. “You watch your tone with me, missy. Judge Renslayer is completely off the grid. I can’t track her or her TemPad anywhere.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You asked. 

Miss Minutes didn’t answer. She simply scoffed and crossed her orange arms. 

“You see that?” 

You pointed out the window - to the Sacred Timeline beyond the Citadel. Except, it didn’t look the same as when you arrived. Instead of a beautiful blend of neon hues in one direction, streaks were going in all different directions. Branches, and they were growing fast.

“If I can’t contact the TVA’s head judge, then we can’t create a plan to stop this branching!” 

You were screaming at this point, more to yourself than Miss Minutes.  

“This never happened under He Who Remains,” Miss Minutes argued, pointing her gloved finger at you. “This problem started as soon as you took over.”

You glared daggers at the AI, but she wasn’t wrong. You had promised to protect and uphold Time, to prevent a multiversal war. All you had accomplished since you took over was making it worse.

“It’s not just me,” you tried to reason. “The TVA is falling apart. Now that we - the employees - know they’re variants, they’re either going back to their place on the timeline or refusing to prune. It’s a disaster!”

You plopped onto your desk chair, burying your head in your hands. Your nails picked at your scalp, pulling hair and skin out of frustration.

“This is your responsibility now,” Miss Minutes told you coldly. “If the TVA isn’t working right, get down there and fix it yourself.”

And with that, she was gone. The only person - and you use ‘person’ loosely - you had to talk to. 

You sniffled into your sleeve. It was a blue sweater, warm and soft. It might appear mundane, but it was the only piece of clothing you’d worn that wasn’t your TVA uniform. It wasn’t supposed to be defined by your job, but you. Yet here you were sniffling into it as you crumbled under the pressure of your choices. 

“I can’t fix it. Why can’t I fix it?” You scolded yourself as tears cascaded down your cheeks. 

Miss Minutes’s words echoed in your head.

Get down there and fix it yourself.

Your eyes narrowed at the TemPad that sat on the desk before you. You wiped your eyes on your sleeve before grabbing the device and activating a Time Door. 

You walked toward it, prepared to enter when something caught your eye. Your old TVA jacket lay scattered on the floor in the corner, still caked in blood from when you fought Sylvie and Loki. The memories flashed through your mind, and you winced. You pictured an alternate timeline where everything worked out perfectly. You and Loki together in a beautiful house. You would get a high position at a tech company as he spends his days exploring human literature and making amends for his past. Sylvie peacefully traipsing the countryside, finally having that chip off her shoulder. Mobius visiting you and Loki, sharing stories about his jet ski rides.

If only reality were as perfect as dreams. 

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you ran and grabbed the jacket from the floor. It slipped on easily, like habit. As much as you had tried to run away from it, there was comfort in the familiarity. 

The Time Door stood before you, inviting you in. You inhaled a deep breath and closed your eyes.

And then you walked through. 

When you opened your eyes, you saw two gold doors. You backed up, trying to figure out where you were, only to back into a wall. The tiny space you were in was an elevator, you quickly realized. No button was pressed, but it moved nonetheless like it was taking you where you needed to go. 

You were about to slip the TemPad into your pocket when it started beeping furiously. 

“I swear if this isn’t Renslayer -”

There was no message, no notification awaiting you. Instead, what you saw was utter destruction. 

“Oh my God,” you whispered in horror.

Bomb after bomb was being dropped on branches. They snapped off the timeline like twigs as entire universes were completely eradicated. It wasn’t pruning - it was genocide.

If you had never let the branches grow this far, this never would have happened. 

It’s your fault.

It’s all your fault.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. The control room of the TVA was packed. Analysts and Hunters crowded the room, staring at the screen in front of them. What was on your TemPad was now displayed much bigger. A broken timeline, a massacre.

“Those are lives,” you heard someone say. 

Shock overcame your body. You had no control anymore of your actions - you didn’t even realize you had been walking until the elevator doors shut behind you and you were in the center of the control room. 

The TVA workers parted as you walked by them. Gossip spread, and whispers were shared. They all knew - you could tell. They knew about your betrayal, how you sided with the man that had stolen their lives - your life. 

As the last of them parted, one person stood firmly in your way. Raven hair messily fell past his cheeks, and his blue eyes bored into you. They widened as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hi.”

It was all you could say. 

“Hi,” he responded. 

An awkward pause settled between you. Loki cleared his throat and turned to Mobius, who nodded at him encouragingly. 

“He was wrong,” Loki said to you. “A replacement didn’t stop the branching.”

“He wasn’t wrong,” you told him softly. “I just wasn’t right.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What?”

“I tried,” you said, voice cracking. Tears slowly welled in your eyes. “I thought I could fix it. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was never enough. I failed.”

You tried to wipe your tears discreetly so no one would see.  

“You have some nerve showing up here,” one of the workers shouted. Others sounded their agreement. 

You stared at the floor in shame.

“Easy, X-10 or I’ll throw you in that cell with Brad,” Loki threatened, his tone pointed and glare blazing. 

“I want to help,” you said to the hunter. “There’s a war coming. We need to be ready.”

Mutters broke out amongst the crowd.

“A war?”

“What war?”

“What do you mean?”

But amidst all the chaos, Loki’s eyes didn’t leave yours. You watched as he slowly walked toward you. The anger in his eyes faded immediately when he looked at you. Instead, they looked sad - the type of melancholy only heartbreak could cause. Misery, longing, and fear all in one. But he pushed it aside, approaching you and holding out his hand.

“Stay?” He asked softly.

“Always.”

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[toms-cherry-trees]

Hey hey Mars! ☺️ I’m back with another gif for your celebration!! (I hope it’s ok that I’ve sent in 2…I love your range of writing abilities and couldn’t only send in fluff)

How about this one:

Would you be able to create something angsty using this??

Excited to see what you come up with!! 💕

Hey babes! I am TERRIBLY sorry for how long this has taken but my 9 to 8 job keeps getting in the way of creativity

Mars 1.5k Celebration

Business || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Implied infidelity, Tommy being an absolute asshole, sort of an anxiety attack

Your head is spinning. The world comes to a halt. You are sure the ground has cracked beneath your feet and plunged you into the depths of the greatest hell the world has ever known. Your fingers dig onto the edge of the desk for support. Lips quivering, parted into a silent question. All because the man sitting before you, the man whom you love and adore unconditionally, has informed you he is getting married to another woman.

The tense seconds morph into minutes, all while you watch Tommy scribble down some documents, cigarette perched upon his lips, calm and collected as if he hadn’t just taken your heart and flung it from the top of the Clock of Westminster. You ache to find in his face any sign of regret, of pain, any clue that he is hurting as much as you are, but you are met only with emptiness

You cannot bear this any longer. A thousand questions pile upon your lips, striving to escape, but only one single word manages to emerge from the depths of your throat, raspy and shaky “Why?”

Tommy has his answer ready, of course. He is always ready, or he thinks he is. Foreshadowing everything that will happen, knowing exactly how those under or over him will behave. Time and experience clearly failed to teach him that not all variables can be predicted.

“It is the only way they will side with us. We need all the allies we can gather. And with their support we will have free access to commercialise opium all over Europe. America is a promising market but until we don’t have full control of it, we need to branch out”

His reply is so derisory a laugh escapes you. What do you care about opium deals or favourable deals? What is it to you about the wants of his potential business partners? All you see is the man who holds your heart casting you aside like a cigarette butt. 

“An arranged marriage, Tommy? Are you listening to yourself? This is no 1875, love. It's the modern world. Arranged betrothals are for the princes and dukes and folks of the sort, not for people like you and me. Marrying whoever we want is one of the few freedoms we possess, and you are letting them take it away from you for what? More money? More power?”

Tommy’s greed remained a perennial tense spot in your relationship. He always wanted more; more money, more power, more recognition. And he continued to trade his happiness for that. Ambitions had nearly cost him his sister, and had lost him a brother as well. 

Now he had traded the love of his life.

“It is all part of a plan for a greater purpose. I marry her to please her father, and once we have secured the markets and exploited their resources, I will have us annulled on grounds of non-consummation and forced marriage. My lawyer already looked into it. Once everything has calmed, we can get married you and I”

You want to laugh. Laugh at his audacity, at the nerve he must have to think you will stand to come in second place. Not in second to this other woman, whoever she is. In second place to his ambitions. Because right now you see, rolling before your very eyes like a cheap movie, what your life with him would be like. You would never be a priority, nor would be any children born from you. Always shadowed by the veritable breadth of Tommy’s ego.

You also want to cry. Cry out your frustrations, your anger, your immeasurable pain. The man sitting before you does not resemble the man you fell in love with. Not by one inch. They bear the same name but that’s where it ends. Because the Thomas you loved had eyes of a clear blue matching a gentle spring sky, not shards of the deepest ice sending shivers through your bones. The Tommy you love did not bear a perpetual scowl, the jaw always tense and the fists always tense.

The man you love used to smile.

“And where does my opinion lie within your plans? My feelings, my dignity? Are you sending me an invitation as well? Maybe I will catch her bouquet and reuse it for our own nuptials. Do you think I will sit back and watch you-”

“It already happened”

You hoped the surprises would be over, but this new bucket of ice pouring over your head felt like a low blow straight to the gut. Amidst your silence, Tommy pulls out a piece of paper from a folder and slides it over to you. You only read ‘Birmingham registry’ and ‘marriage certificate’. You don’t need to read more. Who knew a single sheet of paper could cause such anguish? Your vision is blurry, and you don’t know if your eyes have flooded with tears or if you are about to faint. You sway in your chair, and you actually have to hold onto the desk for balance. If Tommy had laid a gun and this certificate before you and asked you to choose, you would have chosen the gun. The pains of the flesh cannot be as bad as the agony you are submerged in.

The man before you, a man you don’t know, clears his throat and lights another cigarette “They worried I would back out, so I agreed to an immediate civil ceremony to appease them”

Your body moves against your will, because you no longer have a will. Your brain and your body are disconnected; if they were in tune, you would have stopped breathing long ago, for you no longer remember how to. Every inhale feels like molten lead clogging your lungs and weighing your body. You are clumsy; disoriented. Your heel catches on a board, making you stumble as you get up. In attempts to stabilise you, your hand knocks over an ink pot, spilling it over the document. You do not remember how or when you fastened your coat or grabbed your purse. Tommy calls your name, but he does not move from his seat to pursue you from your escape. The secretaries ask if you feel well, if you need something, but her voices are white noise in your ears. You think you pushed one away, or maybe not, you only felt the clattering of breaking porcelain and tea spilling on your shoes. 

It’s raining. It is spring but it's raining. The cold beads slide into the neck of your coat and down your spine. Your driver awaits with an umbrella, his smile fading into a frown when you walk past him, past the car, past the office and everyone inside it. Your foot slips on the damp cobblestones and you crash your shoulder into the wall, your hand seeking grip on the rough bricks. People behind you call your name, or the name of the one you used to be. You are not the same woman who entered that office. 

You feel a pair of hands on you. Fleeting hope flashes in your heart, but the weak ember dies as quickly as it came to life. It is your driver, holding your weight since he noticed your knees threatening to buckle. You don’t know how but now you are sitting in the back of the car, drenched to the bone. The driver keeps asking you where to go, but you have no answer. You want to say home, but home is no longer your home. The rain halted, there is no wind outside. You look down to your wrist watch and you notice you forgot to wind it. The hands froze at 6 pm, the second you set foot inside that man’s office.

The world has stopped.

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 31 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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word count: 1.5K

It was late in the afternoon. Harry was still in his office. He had planned to leave earlier, but as always issues had surfaced in the office.

“This is wrong” Harry exhaled as he read over the contract that had been drafted. He ran his hand across his prickly face. He was still getting used to the new sensation. At first, it was because he was too depressed to shave. He was not motivated to get ready or look sharp.

A few weeks ago, Harry had looked at himself in the mirror and hadn’t been able to recognize himself.  His life was a mess. His routine had gone out the window and the company was paying for his absence. Then, Harry realized that she was never coming back. He realized that he needed to accept it. He needed to accept that he had lost her forever. Harry allowed himself a few more minutes to mourn their relationship before getting into the shower and putting on a new suit.

“What is William thinking? Has he gone over this?” Harry asked Andrew as he flipped through the pages. William’s company had redacted the contract and all the information was mismatched to what they had previously discussed at a meeting. Harry couldn’t sign it.

“I believe he has” Andrew answered as he scrolled down the email to which the document had been attached to. The email had been sent from William’s email and had been signed already on his behalf.

“Get me a car” Harry ordered.

“But sir, you have a meeting scheduled in twenty minutes” Andrew reminded him, to which Harry brushed off with his hand.

“I am sure they can wait for me. I’ll be very quick. I just need to discuss this with him” Harry got up from the seat and button his blazer before slipping on his trench coat. “Tell them that I had another meeting, and it is running late. Call me when they all get settled in the conference room”.

“Yes sir” Andrew nodded as he opened the door for him. “Would you like me to order dinner?” He could tell that they would be working until late. Harry had missed a lot. There was multiple unfinished business, that he had to go through.

Andrew was only glad to see him out of his apartment. Andrew was sad to know that he had given up on Y/N. However, he could understand why he had decided to let her go. Harry had a son and a company with hundredths of employees, and he needed to move on. He had a bunch of people to take care of and the thought of her obstructed him from fulfilling his duties.  He obviously looked different, but it suited him. The slight beard made him look much older and serious, but there wasn’t anything that Harry couldn’t pull off. He was an attractive man and there was no denying it.

“That would be wonderful. Order something for yourself too” Harry said as he left.

William’s office was just a few blocks away from Harry’s. Harry could have walked there, but the day was so cold and so rainy that it was the last thing he desired to do. As usual, there were tons of traffic which gave him the opportunity to answer some emails and check up on Oliver and the new nanny through the apartment cameras.

Oliver was sitting in his brand-new highchair while the nanny looked like she was preparing a bottle in the kitchen. Harry decided to not move to the new apartment. He was still paying the rent for it, but he wasn’t ready to move in. He was also not ready to let go of it. Harry knew it was something that he needed to do, but it wasn’t a priority.

“Thank you” He thanked his driver as he got himself out of the car. He made sure that he hadn’t left his phone or the contract before entering the building. “Good morning,” Harry said to the receptionist.

“Mr. Styles! It’s good to see you! We weren’t expecting you” Mia walked up to the phone. “Let me announce you.”

“Something came up. It will only be a few minutes” Mia only nodded and gained him access to the elevators. “Thank you,” he said to her as he walked past security and waited for the elevator. He smiled at her, one last time before getting in.

“What are you doing here?” William questioned him as soon as the doors from the elevator opened on his floor. Mia had called him that he was coming up which had gotten him on his feet right away.

“Came here to talk about the contract that you just sent to me. It’s all badly written” He frowned as he pulled the contract up and handed it to him. “I was just about to sign it when I realized the numbers didn’t match what we had discussed.” William looked over his shoulder and nodded at his words. “What’s going on?” Harry asked confused about his erratic behavior.

“Nothing. Everything is fine” William said as he took the documents. “I’ll look over them. Anything else?”

“No—”

“Alright! I am sure you are busy!” William requested an elevator for Harry.

“William! What the hell is going on with you!” Harry finally exclaimed, “Why are you kicking me out?” He asked as William basically pushed him into the elevator.

Before any of them could share any other words. The clicking of a pair of heels interrupted them. It was Y/N, walking down the hallway and on her way to her office, holding a fresh cup of coffee. She wore a tight dress that showed the few months of pregnancy that she had experienced on her own.

“Y/N?” Harry asked as he pushed himself away from William. Her expression of utter shock, and her watery eyes, let Harry know that she wasn’t happy to see him.

“Harry” Her voice broke as she gripped the cup of coffee tighter to her body. “What are you doing here?” She asked as her hands went down to her low abdomen, trying her best to hide her small, but evident bump.

“I came here to talk to William. I didn’t know you were working already” Harry’s eyes move down to her stomach, but quickly move back up to her face. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He exhaled loudly and tried his best not to demand answers. Harry could tell that she was only a few months ahead. “Congratulations”.

“Thank you” She softly smiled at him. Y/N was surprised by his temper and how calm he looked.  She expected him to start yelling and making the floor shake. “It’s good to see you”. She said before she could stop herself.

“You look perfect” He smiled but held his tongue from asking who was the father. She blushed, but still kept her distance. “Can we speak privately? Harry asked noticing the multiple people that were watching their interaction.

“I-I am currently busy. I have a meeting.” Y/N explained, nervous about what he might say to her behind doors.

“I understand. Maybe for dinner?” Harry suggested he could understand that she no longer had the same schedule as before. Y/N was now an executive which meant she was busier than ever.

“Harry. I —” He could tell that she was going to decline his invitation. Therefore, he interrupted her.

“Then schedule me a meeting for tomorrow” he dictated. Y/N tried her best not to smile. “Should I get in contact with your assistant?” Harry asked noticing that he was causing her to smile. The dynamics were now different.

“That would be fine” She nodded, “I’ll see you soon then,” Y/N said just before heading into her office. Her heart was racing, and she needed to decompress. The last thing that she had imagined that she would be doing that day, would be speaking to him.

Harry smiled and asked for the elevator. He no longer needed to speak with William. His day had turned dramatically. He was obviously extremely nervous about what might have been revealed during their meeting. William got into the elevator with him before the doors closed.

“Harry —”

“How long?” He interrupted him.

“Three months or so” Harry hummed and looked down at his watch. “She asked me not to tell you, Harry. She begged and cried”. William explained he knew that he had messed up. William had always claimed that his loyalty always lay with Harry. Unfortunately, his silence proved him otherwise.

“If she is pregnant with my son or daughter, and you hid it from me. I will never forgive you.” Harry said before leaving...

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[nobedofroses]

October 3rd

pairing: Marcus Moreno x fem!reader

warnings: tension

words: 1.5k

a/n: Prompt for today is "A and B are neighbors, competing about whose Halloween decorations are better" from this list by @goldenroutledge. Setting up for future blurbs, essentially. still some nice thoughts on Marcus, though.

Directory, next Marcus blurb, Day 2

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By October, you had only lived in your new house for a month. Less than that, really. It was how long since the escrow had closed and the house was officially yours, but you had taken your time moving out of your apartment because your lease wasn’t up until the end of the month. But you had slept at least 14 nights there and had just finished unpacking the last box a couple days into October. It was a small house, it was just you, and you were a very efficient person. 

Now that you were mostly settled aside from figuring out which configuration of the dishes in the kitchen cabinets you liked the best, you wanted to do something that would really make the place feel like it was permanently yours. Because as legal as all the documents had been, they didn’t give you the feeling you were looking for. 

The date, the pumpkin-y scent that greeted you in your new favorite coffee shop, and the aisles upon aisles of decorations in every grocery and craft store gave you the idea of what you should do. 

Halloween was already one of your favorite holidays but you never went as all out as you wanted to when you had been living in apartments. Everyone said that it was fine to use nails as long as you filled the holes and that there were “renter-friendly” options, but you were just too paranoid to believe in any of them. So you had stuck to stuff that you could put on top of the counters or coffee table and a seasonal pillow or two. 

You still took that box out of your storage closet and put it around the house, but you were eager to do all the other things since you owned the place and wouldn’t complain to yourself about the holes in the walls. Probably. 

From the craft store you got supplies for garlands, signs, and painting pumpkins. From the home repair store you got outside lights that glowed purple, orange, and green, and one of those projectors that lit up the side of your house. And from the farmstand you got hay and the cutest scarecrow you’d ever seen. You decided to save the actual pumpkins until a little later in the month so that they wouldn’t rot before Halloween actually came around. 

Once you had everything, you made a plan of attack: assemble and install. You painted the signs you had picked up, made a bat garland and a ghost garland, and tested the lights. 

On Saturday that week, you got up bright and early to start the work outside to avoid the lingering heat of the afternoon and also so you could be sure to get your decorations up before anyone else on your street. Perhaps you had a bit of a competitive streak. 

But, to your dismay when you got outside, the house next to you had fake cobwebs covering the front porch and there was a man holding up styrofoam gravestones as if he was inspecting him. He wasn’t a random man, you supposed. He was your neighbor, M-something. Marty, maybe? It had been hard to pay attention to him saying his name when he looked the way he did in his dark grey henley and black-framed glasses. But it was harder to enjoy the view of him in well-fitting faded jeans and a plain green tee that hugged his biceps when he was beating you to the punch on the whole decoration thing. 

“Hi, um, are you always up this early or did you just take it upon yourself to ruin my day?” The half-joke didn’t come out very jokey when you said it, probably because you were up an hour and a half early for this. 

“Sorry, what?” M-guy replied, looking up at you through those damned glasses. He sounded genuinely confused. 

You gestured to the cobwebs and gravestones and then to your house, “I wanted to make an impression on the new neighborhood by being the first one to decorate my house for Halloween.” 

He frowned, “Was the impression supposed to be that you’re over competitive and think you’re better than everyone?” 

Now you couldn’t tell if he was serious. His tone wasn’t angry but he also didn’t laugh and smile like he was teasing you. He was starting to irritate you. “Actually, it was supposed to be that I’m a festive fucking person, thanks.” 

You turned away without waiting for an answer and went to your supplies, yanking a sign off your porch and trying to find a good place for it before he could set his gravestones up. You weren’t that competitive, what did he know? 

Every time over the next few hours that you couldn’t help yourself and glanced over at his work, you felt another wave of anger wash over you. 

Somehow, in the time it took for you to hang your lights along your front porch, he had created a mini graveyard in his front yard, complete with dark soil and flowers at the gravestones. You had watched him place the seasonally colored flowers, his hands dwarfing them but somehow still handling them delicately. Maybe you had watched that part a little too long because when your eyes trailed up to his face, he was looking at you and not the flowers. 

After a quick coffee break, you decided to tackle putting up the scarecrow. The hay bales were still in the back of your rig since picking them up a couple days ago. The owners of the farmstand had put them in the back, reminding you they were heavy and advising you to get assistance if you needed it rather than throw out your back. But you were strong and you were sure, especially after moving so many boxes and so much furniture over the last month, that you could handle it. 

Apparently you were wrong. You could move the hay bale, slide it along the floor of your hatchback trunk, but each inch you slid meant hay was falling off. You didn’t know what the bale would look like if you had to drag it thirty feet from your driveway to the porch. And then up the stairs. And you didn't think the dragging would be good for your back, either. 

You decided to give it one more big try and if you couldn’t lift it straight up and out, you would call a friend over tonight or tomorrow to help you for some cookies or something in return. Steeling yourself, you heaved… and got nowhere. You were about to reach out and close your hatch when a presence moved next to you and gloved hands grabbed the hay bale, easily pulling it out of the trunk. You turned and stared up at your neighbor that had grabbed the bale unbidden, wanting to curse him out and thank him profusely at the same time. How dare he help you when you needed it the most? 

“Well, where do you want it?” he asked, not unkindly but not exactly kindly either. 

You huffed and said, “The porch. To the right of the steps.” 

He walked over, still carrying it, his biceps threatening to rip right through the cotton of his shirt, and you followed. Even his triceps looked good like this. 

“Here?” he confirmed and you told him yes but before you could say anything else he was walking past you back to your car for the other bale. Well, if he didn’t want to talk, you wouldn’t talk either. 

He brought the other bale back in seconds and you used terse words to direct him. Then politeness got the best of you and you did say a quick thank you. 

“Yeah. What are neighbors for?” But it wasn’t so much a fun question as it was just something to say. 

After that, there was no more reason to interact. You were finished in another hour and eager to eat lunch and take a shower. And no, your mind did not drift to wonder about if he was also taking a shower. 

But when you peeked out the window as you walked by around 4:oo, he was still going. While you were eating dinner a while later, you heard a distinctive sound that can only be made by children of the age 7-11 and seconds later, realized it was coming from outside the neighbor’s house. His house. You got up again, under the pretense of turning on your porch light. 

But you waited to actually turn it on until you had seen a probably 10 year old girl run into neighbor man’s arms, followed by a much more calmly-moving older woman. The little girl pulled away and then bounded around the front yard, looking at all the decorations. You could hear vague squeals and shouts of excitement even through the closed window. 

You supposed if there was any reason to get up unreasonably early and work all day on Halloween decorations, the grin you saw light up the whole street was worth it. After a few minutes, all three of them went inside and you took a minute to actually look at what he did. Even accounting for his house being bigger than yours, his display was disproportionately big and detailed. And better. Damnit.

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[moccahobi]

May and June Reads

I know it isn’t the end of June but I am posting this anyways! It’s been a rough month and I am working on resetting and orienting so Imma imagine that posting this marks a new start for my reading log periods.  Last month, I read seven pieces and this month I managed to read ten! Which makes me quite happy! So many of my reads were stuff that I got consumed in and couldn’t step away from! There are truly so many amazing creations and I am so glad that I am exploring and reading them!

Two months ago when I last posted my reads, I talked about starting a schedule for fanfic reading... I’ve not. BUT! I did put fics that I already know I am interested in reading on my document and filled in everything other than my comments on it. This really helped me keep looking to reads. I plan to continue to putting fics I know I want to prioritize onto my bimonthly log when I find them because that helped so much!  I think it also helped me to mix up shorter pieces and longer pieces. I had two pieces that I read that were almost 50k (wow! In so much awe of the authors) and it really helped to have some smaller pieces that I could intersperse as well! It’s been so nice to mix my book reading with my fic reading and work fic reading in as little breaks from all that I am doing! 

If you all have any fics you rec me reading, please send them to me! I’d love to add to my TRL!

BTS MxR

Tongue Tied (Jungkook x Reader) ( @jeonqkooks )

“Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”

Warnings: brief mentions of sex and drinking

18+

1.5k

Fluff, F2L, Neighbors AU

As an enjoyer of the tension right before a relationship starts, this fic gives such a good depiction of if! The tone is light hearted and the narration is funny. It's a great fic to brighten your day and rest with. So adorable! 

Sit. Stay (Seokjin x Reader) ( @daechwitatamic )

Your new puppy, Zinnia, has turned your world on its head. She’s ruined everything from your sleep schedule to your favorite shoes, and you know it’s your own failure to train her properly. When your cute upstairs neighbor tells you about a local obedience academy, he slowly starts to make himself a place in your schedule, your life, and your heart. After your last relationship went up in flames, will his affections be something else you can count as a failure?

Warnings: language, casual drinking, parental medical problems, mentions of surgery/doctors/hospitals (major operations lightly mentioned; no d

NSFW

14k

S2L, Neighbors AU, Fluff, Smut, Angst 

This had me hooked and hanging on at the edge of my seat as I read! Joe does such a beautiful job at weaving humor with serious topics of healing and medical emergencies and it is really just so wonderful. She does a wonderful job at creating complex and gray stories that help readers sympathize with both characters. If you want a fun and goofy story that also tackles serious topics, this is a great one for you.

The Perfect Gift (Jimin x Reader) ( @moonleeai )

A cute story about two friends that decide to "fake date" for the Christmas Holiday while visiting family, but with each household they fall for each other.

Warnings: None

SFW

6,346

Fluff, Fake Dating, F2L Christmas AU

This story follows our characters as they try to get their parents off of their backs. It is such a cute and classic fake dating AU and if you are a connoisseur of fake dating tropes you NEED to read this fic! It’s funny and cute and all the domestic moments kept my heart full! I highly recommend you read it!

Crazy For You (Taehyung x Reader) ( @oddinary4bts )

You’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, lying/hiding the truth, unclear relationship, feelings of  cheating, cursing, mention of a grandparent passing away, sex (see fic for full list of sex warnings)

NSFW

46.8k

Angst, Smut, Fluff, Idol AU, angst, smut, fluff, Best friends older brother, Fake dating

If you enjoy monster oneshots, this is the fic for you! I am in awe of how long and detailed this fic is and you can truly lose yourself in it! There is so much that’s explored and so many angsty moments present! Lovers of idol aus will love this too. The detail and ways everything is woven together is just astounding and truly so amazing. READ IT!

Fearless (Hoseok x Reader) ( @hobisuniverse )

On your way home from a party, you tell your best friend to pull over so you can dance with him in a storm in your best dress, fearless.

Warnings: None

SFW

718

Fluff, Confessions, Friends to lovers

FLUFFY CONFESSION LOVERS! COME HITHER! Ahhhh! This fic is so short and sweet and so glorious! If you enjoy fluffy confessions, weather matching emotions (kinda), and feeling fuzzy all over, this is the perfect quick read!

BTS MxOC

To The Beach (Jungkook x OC) ( @mydogssqueakytoy )

Jungkook’s daughter misses her mom and needs a way to pass the time before she comes home.

Warnings: None

SFW

712

Fluff, Dad Jungkook AU

Father BTS fics are just so adorable! And this fic is such a perfect example of this! The author does such an amazing job at showing the ways Jungkook may express his love for his family: comforting his kid and looking his partner into it all! If you enjoy father BTS fics, I highly rec reading this piece! It’s soft and cute and just leaves one feeling so soft!

Honorable Mention

@magicshopaholic​‘s amazing universe (BTS x OCs)

This series consists of fics set in the same universe, of the members of BTS and their long-term OCs. While these are part of a larger story, most fics can be read standalone as well.

18+

Generally, I try to only post finished pieces BUT Cath’s amazing works have been things I’ve been slowly reading throughout the past four months! I immediately got hooked on Hoseok and Chaeyoung’s storyline. Because OMG CHILDHOOD NEIGHBOR’S TO POSSIBLY LOVERS? It is gold! I inhaled it! THERE IS ANOTHER PART THOUGH THAT I’VE NOT READ AND AM SO EXCITED TO! And recently I’ve started reading Yoongi and Miso’s storyline which is also SO INTERESTING! I am a slow reader and have been interspersing my reading of her universe through all my other pieces and because everything is one universe and each series is being updated kinda at the same time (which is so impressive! Cath weaves so many stories together and I am so in awe). It didn’t feel right not to mention it. 

If you’ve never read an MxOC piece before or don’t really read them, I highly recommend Cath be your introduction to it! I know that on tumblr there is a strong pretense for MxR rather than MxOC (I only read one other OC piece in the six months I’ve been doing this and that is also in this post).  The range in MxR is BROAD. We have some who have no physical characteristics, some who do and are labeled, some who do and aren’t labeled, and all of them have personality traits that are close to how the reader is or isn’t. Each reader is a character. They are just vague in some places. OCs are just other characters. They also exist on the same range and are just as rich in depth! I highly recommend you read some if you enjoy reading books and fanfic!

BTS MxM

Honeycomb For a Heart (yoonminjoonseok) ( @hungline )

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Warnings: mentioned misgendering and transphobia 

SFW

1.4k

In this fic, Yoongi is a king bee and I absolutely love how his hybrid identity is tied into his trans identity! The story introduces the readers to yoongi and his struggles in such a quick but heartfelt an empathetic way and we get introduced to Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin in such a fun and open way! Although the story is only 1.5 k and we only get their meeting, there is so much personality and hope packed into the story. If you're wanting on uplifting quick read, this is a great one.

( ✓ read 10:18 p.m. ) (Yoongi x Jungkook; Hoseok x Jimin) (AO3)

By the time Suga got back to him with the name of the sample, Jungkook was sitting in class. He’d never been an in-class text-er. He listened well. He followed rules. He gave professors the attention they deserved. But if Min Suga texted him, Jungkook always found himself texting back, attention 100% on his phone. Maybe it was because messaging the stranger felt as informative as half of his classes. Suga gave good advice. He’d caught himself thinking over the weekend that maybe he actually did owe Jimin some coffee.

Warnings: No archive warnings, mentions of sex, insecurity

18+

47k

College AU, Young Professionals AU, Angst, Fluff

AHHHHHHHHHH! This fic is an adorable story. As readers, we get to see Jungkook try to grow and learn to accept his growing feelings for Min Suga, an unknown man he slowly gets to know. Only thing: he is emotionally constipated and Yoongi feels so much that he struggles… Oh and also Suga kinda likes Jimin… or does he? Owo. It’s such a good series! The chapters are short and addictive and left me unable to put the fic down! It’s angsty and focuses on the growth of everyone and it’s such a wonderful read. It’s such a good series and I highly recommend you read it!

Got7 MxR

Filipendulous (adj.) - hanging by a thread (Jinyoung x Reader) ( @flurrys-creativity )

Summary: After a fight with Y/n, Jinyoung spirals with jealousy. One call changes it all.

Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of jealousy, mentions of drinking alcohol (not really responsible), mentions of an accident, mentions of results from said accident, short hospital setting, one kiss…

SFW

1,967 words

Angst, No AU

Do you like angst? Open endings? Many struggles and layers to a fic? This is the fic for you! I read this and gasped with each new development! Flurry does wonderful at getting us hooked and keeping us hooked! It's such a wonderful read!

Got7 MxM

Brewed Love (Mark x Jackson) ( @limjaeseven )

Summary: Jackson is comfortable working at the cafe Jaebeom owns. He expects to earn a living there, he doesn’t expect falling in love.

Warnings: None

SFW

Fluff, Coffee Shop AU

1,518 words

Coffee shop aus are so cute! And this fic is no different! It’s such a vibe and it had my heart fluttering all while reading. Cris is an amazing writer and his care for word play is present in the many coffee references that are present in this fic. Its short and sweet and just the perfect thing to energize your day!

[hauntingly-evergreen]

Writing Wednesdays

AKA Screaming Into the Void #1 Out of fear for driving my friends mad with unsolicited writing updates, I've decided to dedicate one day a week to dump my miscellaneous writing thoughts and chart the progress of my current fic. I got the idea for this fic on the 13th, and in the past week I have: 1. I wrote a thoughts dump document of all the plot points that I've thought of so far, and already it's 2.5k words long 2. I started a document for the fragments of scenes I plan to use in the future, and it's 1.5k long 3. I wrote a file for the title, tags, summary, and first author's note, and it is 1.5k long. 4. I wrote one outline and didn't like it, and it was 0.95k long. 5. Then I wrote another two outlines, for two of the three major plotlines, and it's currently 0.98k long and I like it. 6. I started writing the first chapter, and wrote 567 words for it. Currently I plan on having ~40x4000 word chapters; we'll see how that plan goes when I actually start writing. I think I am aiming for 2000 words a week, for 2 chapters a month. I wish I could write faster but having a life and other hobbies does cut into writing time. 7. Started a cast of characters list; 3/15 are basically OCs and 2 of them have extensive backstories now 8. Bought a pack of tarot cards for writing purposes, made a fic writing playlist with 50+ songs on it, started this tumblr, made up a fictional country and culture, researched the cuisine of the country I'm ripping off, and wrote this post. It's...a good amount of work, 6k words in 6 days is very respectable. Figuring out that this fic is going to take roughly a year and a half to finish is well - not ideal, but that year and a half is going to pass anyway, I might as well have fun writing a fic while I do it.

Here's to hoping the next week goes as well as this one has.

[alto-tenure]

Oh, my time to shine! I have a document full of fic recs that I save for when people need them (and also made it bc a friend of mine on Discord made one and I wanted to participate...). I took out all the AUs from this. It got pretty long, so I'm putting it under a cut.

stormheart by pyr0technic (2.7k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: minor AA3 spoilers, nothing major

Other Ships: Miego

Author’s Summary: Four times Miles catches Phoenix in the rain, and the fifth time he realizes that maybe the heavens are trying to tell him something.

My Notes: A cute little fluff piece.

From the Top by lazynina (13.7k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: no major spoilers?

Other Ships: N/A

Author’s Summary: Miles Edgeworth has trouble focusing on work, thoughts muddled by a certain defense attorney. Phoenix Wright gets in the way of his plans, but Miles will always have time to finish his work tomorrow.Except that tomorrow is... today? Again?

My Notes: A humorous take on the time loop trope.

Dating for a Turnabout by Mikomikono (89.6k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AAI2

Other Ships: Larry/OFC

Author’s Summary: Investigations into a smuggling operation lead Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth to a hotel on a beautiful resort island. To catch their smuggler they have to stay there undercover ― as a couple?? The close quarters draw ~unnecessary feelings~ to the surface for the both of them, and just as the investigation starts going smoothly, someone gets murdered! What awaits them at the other end of their weekend getaway? Will they be able to accept the truths that are staring them right in the face? And can Larry finally catch a break? Tune in weekly (or binge if it's already out) to this thrilling fanfic to find out!

My Notes: A really fun Investigations-style casefic. I adore all the original components — it’s the sort of thing that can really make or break a casefic, and this is excellently executed.

Heart Sticker, Heart Sticker, Rainbow Sketch by Enisy (1.5k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA4 (if you know about the Gap you’re good)

Author’s Summary: Mr. Edgeworth and I ordered apple pie with vanilla ice cream, and even though Mr. Nick said he didn’t want dessert, he was clearly very jealous! In the end Mr. Edgeworth took pity on him and forked up a piece, then held it out for him to eat. They seem to be very good friends.

Pearl Fey’s Correspondence to Maya Fey During August 2020, in Which She Rides the Funicular and Learns About True Love.

My Notes: I’ve always enjoyed outside POV and epistolary, and this combines both of those into one wholesome fic.

Sally Forth by oh_help (2.7k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA1

Author’s Summary: High schooler Phoenix pours childhood memories into his viral Signal Samurai fan comics. Miles sends his anonymous support.

My Notes: A really sweet fic where “Nick’s secret fanboy Edgeworth” is very true and real.

Naruplantsu by Cookiegamer (3k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: None?

Other Ships: Klapollo, Franmaya, Junithena

Author’s Summary: Plants are very sexy, especially when they look like your husband in plant form.

Or: Phoenix and Miles play matchmaker with their office plants and it spirals out of control and all of the WAA plus prosecutors get involved.

My Notes: Absolutely hilarious.

but not for me (all i think about is karma) by clumsycrow (2.7k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA1

Author’s Summary: “skye v. state was a pretty heavy case,” phoenix says softly, eyes expectant.

miles feels himself stiffen. “yes, well- justice was served, i suppose.” it wasn't, part of him cries.

(because miles believed for years that the world was good, if not good then it was just, that it upheld the same values that his father always held to such high acclaim. he believed for years that the court system did the same, and it feels a little like losing his religion to realize that maybe he was wrong on both counts.)

My Notes: Author said Gregworth/Lana Skye parallels and I was immediately intrigued.

In the Bleak Midwinter by Inkblot0blue (3.1k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AAI, trilogy

Other Ships: past Langworth

Author’s Summary: “You know, Miles Edgeworth, you’re not half the fool you seem.”

Far away from anywhere and anyone they know, Miles and Franziska have a long-awaited and much-needed introspective discussion.

My Notes: More a Franziska & Miles sibling fic than anything.

Dialogue between the then and the now by vaguely_concerned (2k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA1

Author’s Summary: Edgeworth revisits an old nightmare, only to find that something has changed.   (That is ever the trouble with Phoenix Wright. He shines like the sun — warm, illuminating, necessary, stubbornly returning sprouts and living things to spring even after the longest, most desolate winter — and, like the sun, trying to look directly at him for too long only ever ends in profound physical pain. Miles still can’t quite bear it, most days. In some ways it’s getting easier with time, and in other ways it just keeps getting worse.)

My Notes: Cathartic is the best word I have to describe this fic.

On the Sidelines by Door (1.7k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA6

Author’s Summary: Trucy was determined not to be left out, but she didn't realize how excruciating being in the gallery during a trial could be.

(aka, the end of Turnabout Revolution destroyed me so I filled in all the Miles-and-Trucy gaps)

My Notes: Miles and Trucy my beloved <3

Deep Dark Secrets by theacegrace (31.9k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA3, AA4

Other Ships: one-sided/past Feenris

Author’s Summary: "Mr. Edgeworth… is it just possible that maybe… you yourself have a deep, dark secret in your heart?"

(...!) "Why do you say that…!?"

"As they say, it takes one to know one."

(How could she have known about that…? Is she peering into my soul!?)

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Miles Edgeworth, Iris of Hazakura Temple, and their secrets about Phoenix Wright.

My Notes: One BTTT era chapter, one post-canon chapter. Good for the people who like Miles and Iris friendship.

If you’re the third wheel and I’m the third wheel, then who’s flying the plane? by cold_flame (8.3k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA3

Other Ships: one-sided/past Feenris

Author’s Summary: PWKM Fill:

I've read few fics where Edgeworth (in love with Phoenix) very self-sacrificingly tries to help Phoenix and Iris hook up.

And every time, I keep thinking they're going to go in the direction of people (possibly even Phoenix and/or Iris) thinking that it's Iris that Edgeworth's hung up on.

And they never did, even though it would make for great drama/comedy/irony/stuff.

So, that's what I am prompting.

My Notes: Funny but with heart. Your Honor they’re all idiots (affectionate)

Thrown Through a Loop by savitarandsigh (21.7k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA4

Author’s Summary: Phoenix finds himself reliving the same day. (Just his luck that it's a day he has court and not any day he can just laze around.) Whatever the case, it would be a waste to not abuse- err- use this new anomaly to solve his current problem.Join Phoenix as he interrogates murderers, investigates brick walls, and provides many a heart attack to the chief prosecutor of LA. Aka: Phoenix solves a murder case with the help of his lovely assistant, the time loop.

My Notes: A fun casefic!

miles to go by pheenick (10.5k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA4, AA5

Other Ships: Klapollo

Author’s Summary: It’s not his first instinct. Some things require a more unconventional approach and, well, it’s them. They’re practically the poster boys for unconventional approaches. Run away to Europe, dedicate yourself to a career wearing the skin of a nine-year old boy’s conviction and—

stay.

That’s right. That’s the most unconventional thing of all.

Or, Miles Edgeworth comes home.

My Notes: Meditative, introspective, and very good at setting a mood.

Out of Order by canolacrush (25.6k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: Trilogy, AA4

Author’s Summary: It took a moment for Phoenix to process what he was seeing. Later, he’d be convinced he’d gone temporarily blind.

Miles gets a haircut.

My Notes: Established relationship. In which Phoenix has the hots for the man he is in love with.

Yours, Mine, and Maybe Ours by estelraca (13.3k) | Rated G

Spoilers For: AA4, Investigations duology

Author’s Summary: Phoenix convinces Miles to bring Trucy in with him for Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, despite Miles' misgivings. Everything becomes even more complicated when Kay Faraday and Shi-Long Lang call on him for assistance. Set between the original trilogy and Apollo Justice; mild spoilers for both Investigations games.

My Notes: Case combined with baby!Trucy!

Category: General; Unrequited Feelings, Unresolved Sexual Tension; 1/? by ItsyRoyal (7.7k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA1

Author’s Summary: There's this one writer in Steel Samurai fandom who over-identifies with the Evil Magistrate and writes amazing fic about him. It's a shame he doesn't ship Steel Samurai/Evil Magistrate, though.

A love letter to fandom, told through author's notes, comments, AO3 stats, and discord enthusiasm.

My Notes: Though Phoenix doesn’t really make an appearance in this, it’s very much about Narumitsu — and Miles’s grappling with his own feelings.

one step at a time by OuterWilde (ProneToRelapse) (22.6k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: Trilogy, AA4

Author’s Summary: Phoenix harbours no illusions that getting his badge back is going to be an easy task, even if the hardest part of clearing his name is technically over. He's fully aware that his reinstatement is going to be a bit more complicated than just passing the bar and is going to be more of a case of:

Step 1: Save money to retake bar exam

Step 2: Study frantically to pass said bar exam

Step 3: Pass bar exam

Step 4: Hope and pray that he'll somehow be able to still pull in clients after his reputation got burned to the ground

Step 5: Haircut

Step 6: New suit

Step 7: Finally, finally confess his passionate love for Edgeworth that has been eating him up inside for the past 25 years

Step 8: ???? Lawyer???

Thankfully he has a pretty solid support network of people willing to help him out. And if Edgeworth has anything to say about it, they'll probably be able to cut out a few of those steps along the way.

Which is why Phoenix promises himself one thing. If he passes the bar again, he is absolutely going to kiss the Chief Prosecutor square on the lips. Whatever happens after that, they'll just have to wait and see.

My Notes: A sweet fic in which Phoenix works up the nerve to confess to Miles.

Cherries In The Peach Garden by shinigami_yumi (3.5k) | Rated T

Spoilers For: AA2

Author’s Summary: In the aftermath of the cases that brought them back together, Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright recall a promise of solidarity from long ago as they rethink their lives' direction.

My Notes: Apparently, one of the first AA fics I’ve ever read. Coming back to it ~3 years later and it’s still good.

actually does anyone have wrightworth fic recs.... i will consume anything except for AUs at this point (i really don't know why i dislike them, but i just do). give me your most horrible chatfic and stupidest case fic, i'm here for it all

[levisblackbabe]

Things TR boys do to help when you are stressed

Characters: Baji Keisuke, Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken) x blackfem!reader (separate)

Genre: Angst/Comfort, Fluff, Humour

Warnings: Slightly depressed reader but not really

Wc: 1.5k+

a/n is this based on how I am stressed due to schoolwork and a bit of my selfships yeah it’s was supposed to have a couple more characters but I had a headache and just wanted tho posted already

Baji

Well, Baji might not be the brightest in his class or year group, but he understood how troublesome schoolwork could be. He understood that sometimes that the motivation to do work was non-existent, but the work just kept piling up with no consideration with one’s feelings. So, when you declined his request to hang out due to the multiple assignments needing to be completed Baji knew he had to do something to cheer you up. You were always a studious student making sure work was up to date so you wouldn’t have to stress about it later on. With this in mind he knew that you would never decline to spend time with him because your schedule always had time for Baji. But for the past couple weeks it seemed it didn’t.

So, his plan was help you out a bit try to lessen the load. So, all ready to put himself in the mindset of studying by slicking up his hair and wearing his astronomically big glasses he went over to your house. He knocked 3 times, so you knew it was him however you weren’t the one that opened the door but your older brother. He gaped at Baji wondering what was going on but still allowed him and went back to the living room to watch the basketball game. As Baji entered your house making his way to your room he was preparing to see you studying but what he found instead was heart-breaking. There you were in your desk laptop screen on with a blank word document bed unmade, clothes everywhere and not looking like you were ready to face the world or anything in it. When he looked at you, he saw how you were still your bonnet and pj’s quite unusual clothes to wear at 3pm your eyes looked sunken and spaced out. All he wanted was to hug the tiredness out of you. So, as he entered your room, he made his way to you not making any noise so he could surprise you. Once you were in his reach, he put his hand over your eyes saying, ‘Guess who?’

You lowly answered ‘Baji?’

‘Yes, babe it’s me want to give me a hug?’

You mutely replied by staring up at him and wrapping your arms around him. He felt by the strength you put through the hug it was something you really needed. So, he squished you just as tight to make sure you felt all the emotions, he wanted to convey were being shown. After a couple minutes of silence, he whispered ‘I miss you’

‘I missed you too, but I have so much work to do Kei’ you replied pulling away. However, he wouldn’t allow it and pulled you back in whilst saying ‘I know that’s why I came over to help you instead, but even dressed the part.’

‘So is that why you look that’

‘Yes, and now we have to get studying’.

To say study was what happened for the past 30 minutes would have been a lie. Baji did try to understand and help you with the work, but you were classes ahead of him, so he wasn’t understanding a single thing and wasn’t in anyway helpful but his presence and willingness to try was relaxing so you did start getting work done. Making Baji realise how his presence has helped you and make an internal promise to always be with you.

MIKEY

Mikey’s solutions to problems were one of two things, fighting it out or sleeping depending on what the problem was however you weren’t like that. You always faced things head on and as calmly as possible a quality he admired. However, even he knew not all problems could be handled flawlessly. So as exam season approached, he saw how it was starting to affect you mentally, but he also saw how you quickly went back to yourself however now it didn’t seem the case. You seemed more and more tired. Usually, you would have the patience to deal with his child like behaviour however now you seemed more irritable and distracted. He was wondering where the calm and relaxed y/n went. So, he went scouting or begged Draken to do it for him asking your friends on what was going on, trying to figure out why his precious girlfriend seemed exhausted. Draken then reporting back to him how it was related to school how the work was piling up but the motivation to do it wasn’t there.

He tried to think of ways to help you and it was abundantly clear actually helping you with the work wasn’t an option Mikey didn’t have intelligence to actually help rather than hinder you, leaving you be, seemed like a good idea if it wasn’t on how he would miss you and he didn’t want to leave you while you were in slump. So, he came up with the plan buy you your favourite snacks to get your energy up and hopefully it would help.

So, in your doorstep he was holding a bag of your favourites along with his and knocked. Your mum along with your little sister opened the door allowing ‘Manjijo’ in because the 5-year-old couldn’t say his name and refused to call him Mikey because it was too like Mickey. As he entered, he told your mum what the plan was to help you out. So, he set up a tray with your favourite hot drink and snacks and went upstairs to your room. He knocked so you knew of his presence. Once you opened your bedroom door Mikey took you in and saw how you weren’t okay. Your usually bright eyes looked dull the brown of your eyes wasn’t as vibrant. You looked even more exhausted then when he saw you 2 days ago your hair wasn’t done and you were wearing a pair of your most comfortable clothing. He couldn’t bare to see you like this, so he put the tray in your desk and gave you a hug. You weakly hugged him back saying ‘Manjiro what you are doing here?’

Still tightly hugging you he replied ‘I came to cheer you up; I bought your favourites’ he watched as you slowly looked over the tray and looked at the item your interest slightly peaked but not like usual.

30 minutes had past yet your demeanour hadn’t changed much the food had cheered you up a bit but once again the mental block you had continued. Manjiro could see you weren’t concentrating you kept deleting what you wrote, the constant yawning and leg fidgeting. He could you were already tired, so he stood up from your bed and went to saying, ‘Baby did you sleep last night?’

You looked at him and shook you head confirming what he already assumed.

’Okay but I think it’s time for a break come over so we can nap together let’s go’ you didn’t want wearily grumbling about an essay due tomorrow. However, he didn’t take not as an answer just gently guided you under the covers and cuddle you stroking your back in a lulling motion and as you fell asleep to his calming heartbeat all you felt was peace.

DRAKEN

Due to Mikey’s personality Draken has always been attentive person. He unwillingly took the position of ‘dad’ with being second head of Toman. So even before you guys were dating, and he initially noticed his feelings for you he had always been attentive, and he realised how you were independent you never asked for help only if you really needed it. You always found a way to come out your stumbles by yourself. So, when you guys become official, he knew that if you wanted to help you would ask and that it’s best that he stood on the side-lines intervening when necessary. But he always there noticing the little things, so he saw how the piling schoolwork was becoming too much for you. He noticed how you declined spending time with him, but it didn’t stop him from visiting you or staying with you. He saw how you slowly stopped caring for yourself forgetting to eat at times, so he made it upon himself to remind you, cook for you. Always doing little things that seemed harmless but his way of helping you.

Even though he was trying to do so inconspicuously he couldn’t help if you kept pushing him away, but he never gave up always calling or texting showing up at your door sometimes. When he saw you struggle with a question, he gave some type of hint. He just made sure he spent as much time as possible with you. Though you didn’t realise Draken had always helped, always being there and as you slowly got work done and caught up as the stress got lifted of your shoulders you didn’t notice Draken was there, but he did and remember his promise to always be with you no matter what.

[alyss01]

Studying for finals headcanons:

Corpse x GN!reader, Sykkuno x GN!reader, Toast x GN!reader

Word count: 1.5K

Requested: no

Synopsis: How Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse would be with a S/O studying for finals. Headcannons and fluff.

Warnings: none

A/n: Do I have more than enough requests? Yup! Should I probably work on those? Most likely. Basically wrote this during / after the most intense two to three weeks of studying I’ve experienced in at least a year. I needed some comfort so i provided myself with it, hope it can do the same for others even though most people have most likely already finished all their exams, tests, finals and all that already. Enjoy! (This was also mostly written at like 2AM the day of my last final, but it is proofread)

Masterlist

Corpse:

Let's be honest, he would have no idea what exactly it is you're studying

He knows some basics that are common sense and bits and pieces that he's collected while you were rambling about the topics to him

Generally though, he has no clue what's going on and certainly will not be able to help you do the actual studying

However if it helps for you to explain the topics to him instead of reading the books for a hundred times with seemingly no pay off, he'll gladly listen

Allows you to rant of about the intricate details as he fakes an understanding and nods his head along

Don't get him wrong, he loves to hear you talk and is genuinely interested in what you're saying, but you might as well be speaking a different language cause he cannot understand a singular word that passes your lips

If you're a night owl, that's great! He'll love to bring you midnight study snacks and bring a glass of water every so often

He definitely stays up with you and likes to just hang around the room where you study in the background and vibe to some music

Every so often he will walk up to you for head pats

The screen in front of you shone brightly, lighting up the room. The only thing telling you the time and date was your laptop. With the curtains permanently shut and having lost any sense of time you did possess over the past days, you wouldn't have a single clue how much time had passed otherwise.

Music comes through your headphones in attempt to keep you focussed on the matter at hand, a word document that is much longer than you would've liked containing all the summaries you had made over the past days.

The music however also deafened you from the sound of the door opening and closing, as Corpse stepped into your room with a white plastic bag containing some snacks and a cup of your favorite drink in his other hand.

As he set the objects on the desk beside you, you realized he had come in and pulled one side of your headset off your ear.

Corpse's arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzle yourself closer in his embrace. His eyes lazily trail over the text on the screen for a moment before they narrow and turn away.

Tilting your head back, you look at him from underneath, chuckling as you catch his confused look at the screen.

"when did you have this exam again?" The question escapes his lips almost with a hint of pity within.

Sykkuno:

Honestly I think it really depends on what you're studying if he will understand it or not

No matter what it is however, he is proud

When he has a chance in any conversation he'll casually bring you up and proudly explain what kind of complicated things you have been studying and how smart you are

He is so encouraging, no matter if he quite understand what it is you study or not

He probably would leave you interrupted while studying, but if you come out of your room to seek his attention out first he'll be so happy

If something bothers you or frustrates you about the material he's waiting with open arms to take your mind off it

If you're studying for long times he'll come to crave some affection so he'll either be glued to your side when you do finish or he will come and seek you out first

Will provide you with snacks, your favorite food, smoothies, coffee, tea, whatever you prefer while studying, he'll get it for you

Will want to spent time together once the stressful period is over, catching up to affection he may have missed during it

I think he'd definitely keep quite a careful watch over you in terms of rest

He will drag you off to bed at 2AM if you're still studying demanding you get some proper rest

"you know staying up this late is bad for your health, right?" The worry was evident in his voice as he leant against your desk as he stood beside you. His back was turned to the furniture and his eyes were glued to your tired face.

"it'll be worth it once summer vacation hits." You shoot Sykkuno a tired smile, making him turn his head to where your mug dutifully stood, as it had been for the past three days, half filled with your favorite study drink which had turned room temperature by now.

He raised his eyebrow in question, watching as you turn back to the screen that lights up your face with white light, the page's reflection in your eyes, "rest is important if you want to do well on the exam."

"so is knowledge and caffeine," though your words may be harsh, the tone with which they leave your lips easily tell him it was a joke, "besides, I'll just need to finish this last part."

His hand finds your hair, and you lean into his warm touch as you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the moment. A small smile formed on his lips at the sight, his fingers threading through your hair.

"promise this is the last part?" He speaks up as you open your eyes once more, looking up at him as you give him a small smile.

The bags under your eyes paired with the exhausted look on your face had noy been as clear in the past days as they were currently. He admired you for your willpower to study these amounts, but you worried him sometimes with your behavior.

Your voice pulled him back to the small smile that played on your lips, "I promise."

Toast:

He's knowledgeable, not on all topics and subjects, but he's definitely knowledgeable

Start ranting to him about topics and he'll genuinely become interested and follow along, asking some questions here and there

If you ever need to write some sort of paper or essay, he'll gladly read it over for you for any mistakes or things to change

He won't admit it, but if you start explaining some of the things you're studying to him, he'll love it

Especially if it's something you're passionate about, he'd love to watch you explain stuff to him

The way your eyes shimmer, and how excited you look to talk to him about it all, he loves it

Forehead kisses while studying and will order food for you and bring drinks

Probably won't hang around too much in the room you're studying in to give you privacy and peace, but will come in and ruffle your hair before placing his lips on your head momentarily and wish you luck when he passes your door

In these moments often likes to sneak a peek at your papers or computer screen, just to see a glimpse of the topic you're working on

He doesn't mind if you stay up longer than him to study but will definitely drag you to bed for rest when he's decided you didn't give yourself enough rest

"I'm ordering take out, what do you want for dinner?" Toast is quick to poke his head around the corner of your door, phone in hand as he walks in and leans against the doorframe.

Pulling your headset off, you rotate your chair to the side, facing him as you question where he is planning to order.

He walks over to your desk to hand you his phone so you can scroll through the online menu, his hand quick to brush your hair back. Instead of pulling his hand away, he lets it stay in your hair, brushing through it a few times with his fingers.

While you were invested with the online menu, his eyes scan the screen, where you were working on the introduction to a paper.

He recognized the material, the day before you had trailed off on a small explanation that ended up much longer than intended when he asked what you were currently working on.

When you finish looking through the menu and having filled in your order, you catch his gaze glued to your screen.

Before he leaves your room he gives you some slight advice, offering to replace some words with others before wishing you good luck and leaving your room for the time being. At least until the food arrives.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

In Bloom🌙

summary: tender moments in the early morning and afternoon of Wednesday.

pairing: Zira (fem!black!oc) x Aaron Hotchner, Jillian Daly x Maggie Daly

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, some dirty thoughts

an: this was fun to write, all my floral class knowledge i got from my irl bestie who’s a florist 🥺 song inspo is cassiopeia by anju

word count: 1.5k

series masterlist | playlist

There’s only one place that Zira lets herself be completely honest and it’s the blank canvas of a document. She hasn’t even gotten ready yet or gone to get coffee. As soon as she wakes up, the idea sits fresh in her head. She needs to get it out, and process what she’s feeling for this man who’s been in her life for no more than 48 hours.

i could list the things your mouth against mine beats out

not because it’s easy, not because i lack favorites

but because your kiss was that sweet, that savory, that sour, it was everything.

warm summer days and cozy winter nights

like the first and last chapter in a book and everything in between

it was being filled with all things great and emptied of everything evil.

it was better than everything i’ve ever held dear

better than beholding the moon in the night sky

than fingers flying over keys

than the tip of a cow’s nose

than the rich darkness of a chocolate bar

i have to find something better, i’m desperate to.

something bigger and brighter and warmer

i don’t know if i can

but i have to

She leans away from the computer, needing to separate herself from what she’s just written. That’s when she realizes she’s crying, angrily wiping tears from her face. She shouldn’t do this. She shouldn’t get ready with him in mind, or flirt while serving him breakfast, or make plans with him. If anything she should cut him off. But even now, 48 hours in, she can’t. She needs to drink up every drop of what he’ll give her in these 12 days.

Just company. Just company.

When she heads downstairs it’s a little later than usual, and she’s kind of a mess according to her standards, in a pair of worn jeans and a band-tee. Entering the kitchen she stops in her tracks at the sight of Aaron chatting with Jillian and Maggie over coffee and trays of fruit.

“There’s our sweet peach.” Jillian smiles, lifting her mug up.

Her brain is malfunctioning given the circumstances of the morning and so all that comes out of her is, “Aaron’s here.”

“Yeah for the next 12 days.” Jillian tilts her head in confusion.

Aaron looks a little wounded, can’t deny that his ego is bruised from the look on Zira’s face. It isn’t disappointment per se, and it’s not like her face fell but she doesn’t exactly look like she’s happy to see him. He can take a hint though he’s confused, he thought last night went well.

“I just finished this cup, so I’ll excuse myself. Thank you for the coffee Jill. Maggie.” He sets his mug in the sink, heads towards the door. He kisses Zira on the cheek, murmurs something about seeing her later before gliding through the door.

“What was he doing in here?”

Jillian snorts. “You need to worry less about that and more about apologizing. You looked at him with not a shred of happiness.”

“Well I was surprised, he’s a guest, we never have guests back here.”

“He’s your guy, and he was up early, so Mags invited him for coffee.”

“He’s not my guy.”

“So the kiss,”

“Oh god, he’s told you about that?”

“Zigs, you’ve already admitted that you like him, why not lean into it. He’s here for 12 more days, how much of a commitment could it be?” Maggie asks gently.

She knows that Maggie is right, it shouldn’t be a big commitment but he’s in her heart. He’s made it into the foyer and if this continues the way it does, he’ll make it into the deepest and darkest parts of her. All of this is true yet her feet start moving, and she’s out the door, following him. She sees a glimpse of him walking out of the dining room out onto the patio and makes a beeline for him. She takes a seat next to him on the same swing they were on not 24 hours ago. The air’s a little heavier, both of them more deflated.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you need to apologize to me about.”

“Aaron.”

“Zira.”

She has to choose her words wisely. She realizes that even though her feelings about him are conflicted she doesn’t want to hurt him. “It’s not that I wasn’t happy to see you, I’ve told you I don’t do this, and I was just surprised.”

“Surprised.” He repeats, almost questioning.

“Surprised, that’s all. I’m happy to see you. I am. And I’ll be even happier if you’re coming camping with me tonight.”

“You still want to do that?”

“Well if you don’t want to, I guess I could ask someone else. That guy who skis in Colorado might,”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to hers. Zira’s hand immediately raises to push through his hair and then cups his cheek. He feels so good against her and she wishes that she could crawl into his lap and grind down onto him. She remembers that she’s at work, and that other guests can see this so she keeps it clean, and pulls away even when she doesn’t want to.

Her mouth lifts up into a smirk, and the look in her eyes makes Aaron’s cheeks heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’d say your deducing skills are at a solid 5 out of 10 since that was a blatant confirmation.” He presses his lips together in an attempt to hide his own smirk but she sees his lips twitch.

“And I say your rating skills suck. Look, I’ve gotta go help out and then I have my flower class at noon but after that I’m free.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Yeah, you will be.” She says cheekily, planting a quick kiss on his lips before popping up and heading back for the kitchen.

Breakfast is stolen glances and flirty smiles, as Zira and other employees make their way around the dining room, serving and bussing tables.

—

If he sits on his balcony he has a perfect view of the small garden growing in the back. More importantly he has a perfect view of Zira who’s looking confident and sweet as she teaches a flower arrangement class. She’s changed into a white dress with puffed sleeves, half of her hair pinned back to keep it out of her face, looking almost fairy-like.

He’s trying to read a book and failing because her voice is captivating. She’s so knowledgeable, listing the types of flowers and all of the materials that everyone will need to build an arrangement. He didn’t know there was so much that goes into floral design. There’s the known necessities of a vase, and the flowers and greenery. But then there’s the chicken wire for a base, the shears to clip and cut, and flower tape to keep things in place.

She makes sure to stress the fact that there’s a front and a back to the arrangement, and that there’s a focal point. It’s the most important part of the arrangement, design wise at least, and it’s how to construct it. Everything lies in bringing a person’s eyes to that point. If Aaron’s being honest with himself all he can think about is how she’s become that for him.

She’s walking around her participants, murmuring encouragement or gently correcting when she glances up at where he’s sitting, and catches his eye. She winks at him with a sly grin and he can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face if he wanted to.

If he wasn’t sitting, he wouldn’t be surprised if his knees buckle. He’s totally smitten with her. As the class continues he thinks about how she makes him feel, landing on light. And when he comes to that conclusion he tries to find a time where he’s felt like this before but he can’t. The feeling of seeing her and being with her is completely new which is something he didn’t think was possible. Things with Haley, they had been good, he can distinctly remember that but had they been like this? He’s experienced a lot and was resigned to living a known life, all until his eyes laid on her.

He won’t let this feeling scare him, not only for himself but for her. He senses her hesitancy, identifies it in her eyes every time they’re together. If there’s a time to throw caution to the wind it’s now, here with her. He’ll live in the moment and give her his all. This feels like an opportunity to start healing. It feels like a place where he can just be, and feel, and…love? To let go.

“Yoo-hoo, Aaron, anybody in there?” Her voice is a guide back to reality.

He clears his throat and stands up to look over the railing at her. She’s got something behind her back, looking up at him with that same sly grin. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“I made this for you, I hope you like blue.” In her hands is a floral arrangement of flowers, all different shades of blue in a white vase.

She’s so great at making him smile, he’s pretty sure that his cheekbones will hurt by the time he leaves. “Blue’s actually my favorite.”

“Then I’ll bring it up to you and then we can grab lunch, lounge a bit, and pack up?”

“I’d like that.”

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