#flirty bertie

[spiritundaunted]

Bertie & Elizabeth, flirting...

The Duke & Duchess of York (later King George VI & Queen Elizabeth) pose for formal pictures while on tour in Ulster.

Elizabeth looks over and teases Bertie for looking so serious, which makes him giggle.

Love the little bashful foot shuffle! 💕

Source: British Pathe

(dude in the middle be like, awkward!!)

[miscreantahead]

The funny thing about Wilde is that he isn't really THAT bad until late season 2/season 3 when it feels like Alex went "everyone hates this guy I'm gonna validate that" and then even I want to kill him. From a narrative standpoint it looks like he had some time to think back on everything that happened in Paris and went 'oh gross I think Hamid and Sasha actually might have started to like me better double down on being annoying and rude as fuck.'

[your-average-genshin-enjoyer]

- ♡ Short Valentine's scenarios/headcanons with the Gosho boys ♡ -

Characters: Kudō Shinichi, Hattori Heiji and Kuroba Kaito x reader(separately, I don't write for Hakuba since I don't know how).

WARNINGS: Might be OOC(Out of character), and I may interpret valentine's in the wrong way since I haven't celebrate it personally.

a/n: Doing this since it's February and to warm up for writing the requests on my drafts, I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG MY MOTIVATION IS JUST GONE TT(and happy late valentine's)

- Kudō Shinichi -

~ Not something too grand, just your casual dates like going to libraries and coffee shops/café, or dates at home such as cooking and reading together. Or he'll go to an amusement park like Tropical land with you if he wants something more grand. ~ Asks Ran on what to give you for valentine's since she seems to be the fastest solution, but ends up discussing for 3 hours since he's kind of picky about her ideas. Not that he dislikes it, he just wants the best for you. ~ If you are staying in his house for the night he'll try to make you breakfast in bed, but his cooking skills is not really helping him so in the end, he made you a mug of coffee and some toasts much to his disappointment. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he is just the cutest, He's trying his best to remain composed but he can't hide his little blush, he might seem hesitant to take your gift but it's just because he's not sure if it really was for him. ~ If you two are not dating yet, one of the ways he may confessed to you is by giving you a book you've been wanting before you go home, and in that book is a confession letter he wrote painstakingly attached on the first chapter. The gifts he might give you include: 》 A book you've been wanting. 》 A pack of your favorite coffee/drink. 》 Night lamp. 》 Tiny box of coffee flavored chocolate.

- Hattori Heiji -

~ Let's be honest, you two will either relax and slack off at home snuggling each other, or just straight up go on a trip to anywhere you two are feeling like going(if you two are free). ~ He called Shinichi to ask about what to do for valentine's day, but he got suggested to ask Kazuha instead and Shinichi hanged up before he could say anything, so he argue discuss valentine's plans with Kazuha since she's the only female friend he have. ~ If you two are free and not tired, he'll offer you if you want to go around Osaka with his motorcycle, and go on a stroll to search for some street foods that might catch you and Heiji's eyes. ~ He will look at you with eyes wide like saucers, and a dumbfounded look on his face when he receive your valentine's gift. Even though it's so obvious, he has the audacity to ask if it's for him while pointing at himself. ~ One of his confession methods is a rather cliché one. He'll spend almost the whole day with you and before it gets dark, he'll take you to a quiet and peaceful place, or where you two first met, and tell you his feelings with his own mouth, word by word. The kind of gifts you can possibly get from him include: 》 Cap of your favorite baseball team to match with him. 》 Sweater/Jacket so you won't get cold since you often go out with him. 》 A "normal" box of chocolate that has random flavors(like Bertie Bott's) 》 A funny card game like joking hazard for you and him to mess around.

- Kuroba Kaito -

~ This man is a handful, the moment valentine starts your day is gonna be filled with even more surprises, compliments and flirty remarks than you ever had usually(which is 24/7). ~ Another man who argues with his only female fellow about valentine ideas, but instead of being picky like Shinichi, it was Aoko who rejects his ideas since they're too bizarre. Either way he ignores her in the end and goes to execute his ideas. ~ He will make his daily magic tricks that he shows you more romantic focused, and sometimes will be followed by a smooth pick up line or a very bad but somehow still romantic dad joke. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he'll still put his calm elegant act, saying he's flattered and he appreciates your effort, but to say he's ecstatic and giddy on the inside is an understatement. ~ One of his confession method is by sending you anonymous poems and a love confession beforehand, and then revealing himself. He might seem calm, but if you pay enough attention you might see the slight flush that resides at the tip of his ears as he reveals himself to you. Some gifts that he may give you: 》 A book on how to do magic tricks so you can start doing tricks with him. 》 Hairclip/brooch of your favorite playing card symbol. 》 A little teddy bear holding a stem of rose. 》 A box of chocolate that has flirty messages and corny love jokes.

[reinacadeea]

ryan x daisy, spoilers for december sl, coronation street, prompt: daisy being jealous of crystal, for @isabellaofparma

(mistakes are mine, and sorry about the politics. i listen to the newscast podcast when i do laundry)

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Most days her heart is in two places. And it’s a luxury, really, to care so much. For so long she spent her life searching… reaching for something that she could never really put a finger on.

Now it seems like there are so many things that she wants. She’s stretched thin, caught between stability/predictability and this other new burning desire that she still can’t fully comprehend.

Her heart’s pounding, phone clasped in her hands, somehow hearing herself agreeing to a drink in town with Crystal of all people.

Crystal!

“He’s so… dreamy.”

Daisy plasters on a smile. “Yeah,” she vaguely agrees.

Crystal sips from her champagne flute. “I thought Ryan seemed a bit? Boring? But it’s like the acid attack’s made him a bit… deeper?”

Daisy tastes blood from where she’s biting her inside cheek. “Well, he’s late,” she says through gritted teeth.

“He’s made to be in a club,” Crystal goes on unperturbed. “I could do it, get him a contract.”

“Yeah?” Daisy says. “Well, he’s still got stuff to do at hospital. You know, with his psychologist?”

“His psychologist?” Crystal says, waving it off. “He said it’s all over, that.”

Daisy considers her for a moment. And makes a decision. A stupid decision. She hears herself saying that Ryan doesn’t know Crystal well enough to tell her the complete truth, that he’s still struggling…

“Who’s struggling?”

She looks up and there he stands. Ryan with a big stupid smile on his face, blushing at the quick kiss Crystal gives his cheek.

“The government,” Daisy says. “Did you hear about the reshuffle?”

“Hard to miss,” Ryan says. “I’m surprised you did.”

She rolls her eyes. “Uh, I live with a teacher?”

“Right,” Ryan says awkwardly at the reminder of Daniel.

“I’m well glad there’s no politics in Ibiza,” Crystal says. “Seems there’s a new premier every other week.”

Later, Ryan corners her outside the ladies’, a hand reaching for her wrist. She snaps it away, burning from the touch.

She hates the look on his eyes, the hurt, but everything she does lately hurts someone. She’s resentful, too, that she’s here, in this club on a night she should be spending with Daniel and Bertie. Instead, she’s here, trying to think of how to drive a wedge between Ryan and Crystal. To make sure Crystal doesn’t give him any Ibiza-shaped ideas.

Because that would be… it can’t happen.

“Why did you come?” Ryan asks.

Daisy quickly searches for Crystal in the crowd, but she seems busy talking to a promoter. “Wanted a night out.”

He doesn’t look convinced.

“I’ll leave, okay?” She says. “Don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Daisy,” he says softly.

“Just a moment of jealous insanity,” she mumbles under her breath, but he seems to catch it. “Sorry.”

He smirks and it lights up her world. There were days where she never thought he would smile again and now he looks flirty and like she’s the best flipping thing in the world.

“I like it,” he says. “You being jealous.”

“Well, I don’t,” she sighs.

Ryan gives her shoulder a squeeze and gently pushes her towards Crystal. “You’re not leaving until we’ve had a drink… a friendly drink, for our friendship.”

She wrinkles her nose. “All right, then. Go on.”

He lights up. And for now, just being in his presence is enough.

[emilywhere]

gracie is such an underrated character in a league of their own. she welcomes max with open arms, holds bert with such love and adoration, but also gives them both firm boundaries - and someone to lean on. she is unapologetic about her queer, Black love, and that goes beyond her partnership with bertie. she is fun and flirty and an absolute badass. she shows max what’s possible, both for who she can be and who she could be loved by and the kind of love she could have some day.

i am desperate for more of gracie’s origin story and to see her and bert enjoying domestic bliss in the beautiful home and community they’ve built. their love is truly inspired.

[katz-cradle]

Tell me about some of your original projects, like the characters or plot or something

That gif is making me lose it,,,

But yes!! I have 3 main projects rn,,

MG Love-Corp, World End Class, and Technocide

I've made some posts about WEC (which u can read here) but I can tell u about the basics of the other two;

MG Love-Corp is a magical girl series, the main character Vivian Stewart (She/Her) has always wanted to be a magical girl and the day she becomes independent a acceptance letter shows up that's from a old application from her childhood making her the next magical girl!

She (obviously) goes for a interview and gets the job!! There's a 4 other magical girls;

Asami Sasaki (She/Her) who's the picture perfect magical girl and the elder of the group, though she's mainly just very tired

Tatum Woods (They/She) is a rebellious chill gal who doesn't take their job as a evil guy fighter savoir of the town that seriously from what the others see of her

Berty Jäger-Deriabin (They/Them) is a quiet mysterious person who seems to just,, disappear and reappear and the group barely knows much about their personal life. Though they do like video games so that's cool.

Eglantine Alvarado (She/Her) is the most popular of the group! She just loves to spread positivity and make everyone happy though she's very overbearing,, she's also pretty flirty to everyone around her

Yeah that's it,, they're still very much a wip lol

Technocide is my most recent and still being made but it's a project I've been wanting to make for awhile,, so I'll just put the basic plot for now lol;

“Cyrus was a young boy living by himself after his whole family left, being a social recluse due to a virus outbreak in his society. He spends most of his days working on electronics and other cybernetic things in his bedroom surviving on stale chips and warm soda.. One day while out looking for more materials he finds a odd looking crystal orb, bringing it back to his lab he tries learning what it is. He accidentally ends up dropping it causing it to shatter into multiple pieces and releasing a blinding light, he wakes up in another world in the middle of winter (nearly dying).

Nearing death he is found by an odd angel looking creature named Ethan and taken into their home and Cyrus asks for help finding the missing pieces of the magic orb in hopes of going home. The two find out the orb shattered into 8 pieces, one owned by them and 7 found by others around this world now they have to grab the other pieces from the now holders of them in hopes of getting Cyrus home.. Or if Cyrus even wants to go home.”

That's long yeah sorry oops,, I'll elaborate on any of the three if anybody wants me too I am passionate about them <3

[quiveringdeer]

reiner bertholdt and bo sinclair for the ask thing! idek the first two i just see u post about them and have their names in my head LMFAO

GAAAAH!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

put 3 characters in my inbox and I’ll tell you who I’d slow burn/fake date/enemies to lovers with:

Reiner: Enemies to Lovers 😈 ((I never use this emoji but it felt right lmao))

Bertholdt: Fake Date ((not sure the circumstances but I want an excuse to be super flirty and such with Bertie))

Bo Sinclair: Slow Burn ((I had a childhood friends who moved away and reconnect and become lovers idea brewing for Bo once upon a time)

[jaskierswolf]

I was reading your tumblr prompts and I adore the one where Jaskier calls lambert flirty bertie and was wondering if some how Aiden could here the song wjen wintering with everyone? And his reaction to it?

I'm so sorry this took so long! The rest of the story can be found here

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Lambert had been especially prickly all the way up to Kaer Morhen. It was Aiden’s first year at the School of Wolf’s home, and he was nervous enough without his boyfriend acting with an arse. Before they entered the keep, Aiden pulled the redhead aside, a rough tug on his hand that had the other witcher stumbling.

“What the fuck, kitten?”

Aiden just raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Spill, now.”

“What?”

“I’m not going in until you tell me what’s bothering you.”

Lambert growled, running a hand through his hair, pushing the red curls out of his face. It was tempting to push his boyfriend, but Aiden knew he had to be patient, if he stayed silent then Lambert would eventually answer his question. So he just cocked his head and waited. It didn’t take long. “It’s Geralt’s bard.”

Aiden smirked, he’d heard about one Jaskier Pankratz. All the witchers had. The bard had made all their lives a lot easier, not just Geralt’s. Aiden was looking forward to meeting the bastard, he was looking forward to it even more now there was a potential for chaos. “Why?” he asked in a sing song voice, chirping happily, a stupid side effect of the cat witcher mutagens.

“He likes to make limericks,” Lambert growled. “Stupid ones about us.”

“Oooh, did the little lark sing a ditty about my favourite wolf?” Aiden cackled, earning himself a hard shove in the arm.

“What?” he pouted, rubbing his arm.

“Just… just don’t laugh.”

Aiden made no promises, and it was a good job. Over dinner, Jaskier recited his poem about Lambert and Aiden promptly burst out laughing. He wrapped his arms around his stomach as it started to cramp. Lambert was blushing furiously, his cheeks almost the same colour as his hair, and Aiden knew he was in trouble.

“Fuck you, cat,” Lambert spat out, and Aiden only just managed to catch his wrist before he stormed to his room.

“Sweet heart, please, I’m sorry.”

Jaskier cackled, his lips pulling into a mischievous smirk. “Came to Kaer Morhen, a cat called Aiden,” he began to sing. “The keep never saw a more beautiful maiden.”

“Oi!” Aiden hissed, feeling his nails grow into claws as he grew more angry at the bard.

“But when Lambert cooed ‘kitten’, he was ever so smitten,” Jaskier winked, and it was Lambert’s turn to laugh. “And each winter, our cat found his new haven.”

Aiden scoffed, glaring at the bard. “That was shit, bard. I expected better.”

With a peal of laughter, Jaskier just cocked his head. “Is that a challenge, kitten?” he purred, fluttering his eyelashes at Aiden.

Both Geralt and Lambert seemed to take offence to that but Aiden was having the best time. He decided he rather liked this bard of Geralt’s. “Oh you’re on, darling.”

[sweetfirebird]

orbisonblue replied to your post

Time to distract yourself?

The best distraction would be to jump back into writing the actual book thing. (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh)

but tonight I am rereading old commentfics. Lots of possessive Rhoades and sad Miki and drunk, flirty Bertie and Godric.

[ye4gerismarchives]

500 follower special!

an: we reached 500 followers! i’m still on hiatus but i wanted to do something special (maybe not so special) for this milestone! since i’m rebranding, i decided i’d do a “catch up” post for the two new characters i’m writing for- jean kirstein and bertholdt hoover. just a reminder that this is targeted towards black!readers and this is in the aot setting- none of that modern stuff lmao. but if y’all want that, let me know!

warning: n/a

jean kirstein

- he’s so amazed by the color of your skin (everyone was lmao) but jean was just in love with you. he thought you’re hair texture was beautiful as well. he’s the type of person that tries to touch it even after you’ve asked him to stop smh

- but overall, jean wants to be around ALL the time! although it’s annoying, it benefits you a lot. if you’re about to be eaten by a titan, jean is always there to save you.

- however, you’re not a big fan of jean’s cockiness and how he’s always fighting with eren. oh and remember the time he yelled at his mama?

- jean was afraid to tell you that he was in love with you but told marco instead. marco, being the good friend he is, advises jean to just be normal.

- “you’re obsession with her is kind of weird-“

- “huh?!”

- “just be you, jean! you’re quite charming when you aren’t stupid.”

- jean followed marco’s advice and decided to confess to you after he died. as both of you watched his body burn with multiple others, jean leans in and whispers, “marco wanted me to tell you that...i love you.”

- you’re shocked by his statement and decide not to respond. why would he use marco’s death to confess to you? jean thinks that you don’t feel the same and understands why- he’s somewhat terrible.

- as time goes on, you start to see that jean has changed and he’s maturing.

- you’re a little embarrassed tho- you used to hate jean. there’s no way you could ask him out. occasionally, the two of you flirty but it just isn’t enough.

- time continues to go on and jean is now a commanding officer within the corps. he looks so handsome when he’s in charge.

- you decide now to confess to jean and he’s really happy. you thought he’d get over his crush on you. he promises you that after all of this is over that he’ll marry you and buy you a house away from all the drama.

bertholdt hoover

- this was all reiner’s fault. after the first few hours as a cadet, you finally got to sit down and eat. you didn’t want to be bothered AT ALL. then this blond fool sits in front of you at the table you once had to yourself.

- “hey, my friend, bertholdt, he likes your squiggly hair.”

- you look up from your food and give the guy a look before looking back down. squiggly hair? what is wrong with these people?

- “reiner! you don’t say things like that! you should already know this! there are tons of black people back home! you know not to say things like that. and her hair isn’t squiggly. it’s (your hair type. ex. 4c).”

- you look up to see this giant standing by this reiner dude. when you lock eyes with him, his face reddens.

- “why don’t you sit down for a bit?” you say.

- bertholdt quickly does so and you start introducing yourselves to each other.

- after this you and bertholdt are inseparable. if he’s not with reiner, he’s with you.

- sometimes you two like to sneak out and look at stars or the moon or whatever y’all be doing.

- he tells you about his hometown and how he’s shocked that there’s not a lot of diversity within the walls. you’re amazed but the fact that there are even people who look like you.

- you call him bertie to see him go red.

- “oh bertie, can you help me with my gear?”

- however, behind his shyness and cuteness, there was just something off about bertie (and reiner). bertie’s cuteness and sweetness seemed forced.

- your suspicions were confirmed when you witnessed him, reiner, and another friend of theirs, annie, lead marco to his death.

- “you guys took his gear and left him there?!”

- you get ready to save marco yourself but bertie holds you back. you struggle against him and he finally lets go when marco has been bitten.

- “you’re all monsters!” you cry. annie is disturbed by her actions and bertie is somewhat ashamed. it’s only reiner who seems to be out of place. “how...how is this our fault?” he asks. you’re ready to kill reiner yourself but bertie stops you again.

- you can’t forgive bertie after this. you began to see him as cold and stupid.

- bertie tries to make it up to you. he brings you flowers and even steals food for you but you just won’t budge.

- there was a time where titans were entering another wall and nobody knew why. while you guys were figuring it out, bertie and reiner reveal themselves as the colossal and armored titan. you’re heartbroken. the man you thought you loved was responsible for everyone’s suffering.

- you’re in too much shock to run or fight him. the scouts can’t seem to stop him. before you know it, he sallows you before anyone can do anything about it.

- you wake up, lost and confused, but the pain in your heart remains. you’re laying on a thick tree with ymir and eren and with reiner and bertie watching you from above. your gear is gone.

- “y/n...when this is over, i’ll explain and i’ll take you home with me! we can start over!”

- you’re not looking forward to this.

[writeroutoftime]

bring her home - chapter two

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CATCH UP - CHAPTER ONE

pairing: harry potter x reader/ young!james potter x reader

summary: when a time traveling journey goes wrong you find yourself in a time that’s not your own. now you must find your way back home, that is if you truly wish to go back (based upon @neurobeing​‘s post) 

warnings: none

words: 1391

a/n: hello!! yes, literally a YEAR later, I have finally posted the second chapter to this story. it is kinda crazy to me that people have continued to message me, showing interest in the story. that makes me so happy, and I truly am sorry that it has taken be so long to finally get this posted. but, now that it is, I promise you won’t have to wait another year in between chapters. so, without further ado, please enjoy and have a fabulous day! 

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When the spinning ceased, you found yourself on the floor of a busy corridor, with a person standing above you. Relief flooded through your veins when you looked up at the familiar face. “Harry!” 

“Are you alright?” 

The pounding in your head signaled you were not alright, and you rubbed the source of the headache, confused. “Harry, uh, what happened?” you asked. 

“Sorry, love, but I’m not Harry. I’m James, James Potter. Why have I never seen your face around here?” 

“J-James?” you stuttered in disbelief. “James Potter?”

“I believe that’s what I said, love.” he teased, throwing you a flirty smile. “Don’t I get to know yours?”

When you didn’t respond, James, instead, offered his hand to help you up, which you hesitantly took. Back on your feet, you brushed the dust off your robes and tried to curl into your body as much as possible. It was then you took the chance to intently stare at the boy in front of you to determine that he was, in fact, not your Harry. While the two could almost have been identical twins, it was the warm, but unfamiliar, hazel eyes that tipped you off.

“This has to be a dream.” you muttered to yourself, looking around to find anything familiar to you. While the corridors themselves seemed to be the ones you had known for the past six years, it was the unrecognizable faces that caused panic to stir within your stomach. “What’s today’s date?” you asked James, a near mad look in your eyes.

He looked at you to see that you were serious. “November 8.” he said, and carried on when you continued to nod, seemingly looking for the year as well. “1976.”

It felt as though your world began to spin again at his words. 1976. How could you have landed yourself twenty years in the past? “Uh, I have to go.” you suddenly blurted out and pushed past James and the other students who had formed a crowd around your unconscious form.

As you ran, all sorts of thoughts began to swirl in your head, almost causing you to miss the empty classroom on your left. Quickly, you ducked in and locked the door, pressing your back to the door for good measures. Forced, slow, deep breaths made their way through your body to try and calm yourself down and not panic over your current situation. A few minutes later, you felt calmer and you could sit down at an empty desk and begin to search for a logical explanation as to how this had happened.

The last thing you remembered was that you had turned in your Charms exam before entering an empty corridor to use your time turner. It wasn’t as though you had used the time turner wrong, it was kinda hard to mess that up. What had happened before hand? After a moment of thinking, you couldn’t come up with anything out of the ordinary, besides your argument with Harry. But, surely, that couldn’t have sent you two decades back in time.

All of the sudden it hit you – the odd sensation you had felt with the time turner during your exam! Whatever that had been, must be some clue as to how you had ended up in 1976 and, more importantly, how you could get home.

The fact of the matter eventually hit you that you couldn’t stay locked in the classroom all night, but you weren’t sure where to go next. There was only one thought that kept circling back to your mind, and as much as you were upset with him in your own time, you knew Professor Dumbledore was your best bet at getting home. Opening the door just a crack, you saw that corridor empty and figured most students and staff had retired for the night. Quickly and quietly, you hurried to find the bronze eagle statue you knew led towards the headmaster’s office.

“Um, lemon drops?” you tried, hoping that his password would be quite predictable. When that wasn’t the answer, you sighed and ran a hand down your face before another idea popped in your mind. “Bertie Bot’s Every Flavor Beans.” you said more confidently and watched in awe as stairs began to form to lead you to Dumbledore’s quarters.  

When you stepped off the stairs, you walked towards the closed, wooden door and knocked three times, each one increasing in volume. After a few moments you worried no one had heard you, but just as you were about to turn around for the night, the door creaked open.

“May I help you?” a familiar voice asked.

Before you stood a younger, though still old, Dumbledore. He looked identical to the Professor you knew, perhaps with fewer wrinkles. However, you could tell from the twinkle of his blue eyes behind his half moon spectacles that this is the man you needed to talk to. “Hello, sir. I’m sorry to wake you, but I need to talk to you.”

“Very well.” he answered and opened the door further to let you through.

Surprised, you stepped into Dumbledore’s office and looked around. While you had been in the room before, it was nice to know that his decorations wouldn’t change much twenty years from now.  As Dumbledore moved to take a seat behind his desk, you began to wring your hands together and felt your body begin to shake. If Dumbledore didn’t believe you, then your chances at getting back home would become much slimmer.  

“Professor Dumbledore, this is going to sound completely insane, but I don’t know who else to go to about this.” you began and continued when Dumbledore simply nodded. “Okay, well, um, I’m from the future. 1996, if we’re being specific.” you said and held your breath, waiting for him to laugh in your face.

“Well, that puts you in quite the predicament, Miss – “

“y/n y/l/n.” you rushed to fill in. “Wait, you’re not gonna brush me off or call me crazy?” you thought it would have been harder to convince Dumbledore of your true identity.

“Stranger things have happened within these walls, Miss. y/l/n.” he spoke. “Now, do you have any ideas as to how you came about this situation?”

What followed was you going over the events of your last day in 1996, making sure to note that besides that strange, but brief, sensation from your time turner, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. You weren’t sure how much you could reveal about the future without creating any alternate universes or rips in time, so you made sure to not use names, nor descriptive characteristics when talking about the people in your own time. At the end, Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, hands turning over the time turner you had showed him and nodded thoughtfully.

“I must admit, I have not come across a case of a time turner sending its user, unknowingly, back 20 years into the past. This matter will require further research, and I’m afraid it will have to, at least, wait until morning.” he said, handing you back the precious object.

His statement frightened you, and all you wished for in that moment was to be back at Hogwarts in your own time, surrounded by those you loved most. “What am I supposed to do until then?” you questioned, nails digging into your skin in uncertainty.

After a few thoughtful moments, Dumbledore responded. “I will have Professor McGonagall escort you to the Gryffindor girl’s dormitories, where we have an open bed. Until we can figure this out, I suggest you simply try to blend in as much as possible.”

Eventually, Professor McGonagall came to collect you from Dumbledore’s office, and while she squinted her eyes in disbelief at his explanation that you were a new, transfer student, she nevertheless escorted you to your new dormitory, with a comforting hand on your shoulder the whole way there. With a kind smile, she motioned towards the steps that lead to the girl’s dormitories and explained that the other girls would be expecting you when they woke. Thanking her, you walked upstairs, and without waking your new roommates, you slipped under the covers and stared at the top of your four-poster bed, wishing that when you opened your eyes again, this would all be a terrible dream and nothing more.

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tagging: @eggingamazinglove​, @plutoneu, @silver-winter-wolf, @girllety, @house0f-fandoms​, @bisexualprinxexx, @byesexualsatant @raised-by-fandoms

[commander-coppercogg]

💡 For Bertie and maybe 🍺 for Syrryl? Since I know he has a bit of a past with alcohol. -Commanderfloppy

Here you go! Some more info about the boys:

💡 - How does your OC enact plans? Do they plan down to the smallest details, or do the wing it?

Depends on the situation. When it comes to engineering or social stuff, Bertie is a bigger planner. A lot of his engineering work is very finely detail and he tends to come up with lengthy scripts in his head for social interactions. This can bite him in the ass if the conversation goes off topic but he can usually fall back on “being the Commander” to fake it through the rest of the situation. When it comes to things like tactics and battle plans, Bertie tends to wing it a bit more. He’ll have the broad strokes of a plan but still leave plenty of wiggle room to change things up if need be.

🍺 - What kind of drunk are they? (e.g. talkative, sleepy, flirty etc.)

It’s honestly hard to tell if Syrryl is drunk or not because he’s very good at hiding it. The best way to describe drunk Syrryl is intense. Everything about him just gets cranked up by about 15%. He also looses a bit of his inhibitions so, while he might not join in on drunken shenanigans, he will watch and make even more snarky remarks than usual about what’s happening. The biggest effect though is his sniping. When drunk his skills drop from supernaturally good to merely incredibly good. It’s one of the reasons he went cold turkey at the beginning of Heart of Thorns. He needed to be on his A game to handle the Mordrem.

[sunshinemarauder]

Director’s Cut for Lace (if it’s not too late now)?

definitely not too late!!! keep 'em coming for however long you'd like! :)

under the cut cuz m-rated discussions

SO. Lace. This fic - it was so, so self-indulgent, like all of my spiciest headcanons of how James and Lily might get with each other were wrapped up altogether, except it was also a bit of a cop-out because I was too chicken to write what I wanted to read.

The idea for the fic started when I was, like, in the mood for writing something mature, hence the dream sequence (which I canNOT read without cringing, and it's relatively tame compared to the sort of smut in other fics??) but it had been in the works for over a month, and a month later when I revisited it I had no desire to write any more smut.

Which I was disappointed in because after all that buildup the kiss scene felt like a wasted opportunity for them to act on those desires! But I couldn't force myself to write something that I felt uncomfortable with, so alas, you have to make do with the kiss. HOWEVER, someday I might write an alternative ending that would include ~m scenes~ depending on how I feel about it. Normally all it takes is one person saying that they want to read it and I'll write whatever they ask for, but in this case, I tried and tried and just couldn't :/

On the other hand, if someone else had written the alternate ending... you BET I would have gobbled that ish up!!! I apparently am just a hypocrite lol.

Okay, moving on:

Another problem I had while writing this story is that I waited so long in between the first scenes and when I revisited it over a month later that my writing voice felt really different. It's a lot more juvenile, first-person-esque-third-person-POV at the beginning, while at the end it gets more emotional and less humorous.

He trains his gaze on the ground, determined not to catch her eye (or worse; somewhere that is not on her face), and thinks Snivellus Snape's greasy hair, Professor Slughorn's potbelly, vomit-flavored Bertie Botts beans.

versus

He can either tell her what happened, swallowing his embarrassment, or let her walk away from him and ruin their friendship forever. The answer comes to him as easily as breathing.

So I wish I had approached the writing at the beginning a little differently because I actually liked how the ending turned out, but looking back the first scene is awfully cringe.

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Mary agrees to the top with a broad smile, and Lily immediately feels guilty for not approving of her boyfriend. The problem is, Bertram Aubrey is a total fuckboy. He tried to give her a love potion back in his fifth year (James hexed him to make his head swell to twice its size). Unfortunately, Mary thinks that Lily is jealous of her, no matter how many times Lily explains that she would rather snog Professor Flitwick than Bertram Aubrey.

Re: Mary and Bertram Aubrey, I read another fic where Bertram tried to give Lily a love potion and immediately adopted that headcanon for why James & co hexed him to swell his head. I don't have any strong feelings about that anymore, but I think it's an interesting way to peer into Mary's character.

One thing I regret about not writing multi chapters often is that Lily's friends are so one-dimensional. Like, in Lace, Marlene's flirty, Dorcas is helpful, Mary likes her boyfriend, and Imogen is just... there. If I could rewrite this scene, I would take Marlene out and replace her with Mary, I'd make Dorcas less passive, and I would replace Imogen with someone else with an actual hint of personality.

Imogen actually evolved to Ingrid from Tantalizing Waves, and Marlene was replaced by Bess Abercrombie, and I hope to give them some actual personality traits in future fics!

"Prongs is having a bit of a... hard problem," Sirius says gleefully, and Remus and Peter burst into laughter.

"Right," Remus says solemnly, after composing himself. "A conundrum, if you will. Stuck between a rock and a hard place."

LOL, I loved writing this, just stuck in all the dick jokes I could think of :) and I absolutely had Remus participate because I refuse to believe that Remus made a student conjure Snape in women's clothes at his first DADA lesson after showing up fashionably late Lupin wouldn't join in on making fun of James.

"Don't you alright, Evans me," Lily says sharply.

I just love the idea that James uses Alright, Evans? enough for it to become a verb in Lily's book!

She's been kissed a good number of times; by her ex-boyfriends Garrett and Max, and in a few drinking games.

Garrett Bentley is my headcanon to be Lily's ex-boyfriend. They dated in fifth year, back when James had a raging crush on her, so he's always kind of hated Bentley. He also tried to rekindle their romance in sixth year, after Lily dated a Muggle boy named Max over the summer and ended things with him and wasn't in a great emotional state because of the Severus incident, but it fell flat and she declined him for a second date.

Eagle-eyed readers will notice that Garrett Bentley's name appears in another fic... here, when James calls him a wanker. Lily doesn't realize why, so her narration doesn't comment on it ;) It's a parallel to this drabble, where Lily calls Tillie Thicknesse (James' ex-girlfriend) a toad, but James doesn't realize why she says that. And because he's the narrator and he's very oblivious, we don't really get it either.

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Okay, that was so much more than I thought I would write! But thank you for the ask @girl-ghostly, and feel free to keep sending them, y'all!

[horrorstoryfanfics]

Summer To Remember: Part Three

So this one has some fluff and a little bit of tension. It also has some Xavier POV at the end. Let me know how you feel about it! If you guys like it then I’ll make sure to write more in the future ! 

Warnings: Mentions of death, gore, Trevor’s bulge, loads of Xavier being cute, some built up sexual tension, alcohol. 

Previous 

As we got into the cabin Ray was in a beanbag, Montana was on the floor with Chet, and Brooke was seated on the couch. I opted to go sit on the closest bunk, Xavier following and plopping down beside me.

"I'm going to go check on the hitchhiker guy, make sure he's okay." Brooke smiled innocently as she stood up and went out the door.

Montana raised an eyebrow and brushed it off as she looked over her shoulder to me, "So, how do you deal with Margaret as your mother?" Her eyebrow twinged up as she spoke.

"Montana!" Xavier snapped, sending a stern look her way.

She raised her hands in defense as I laughed, his demeanor changing as he saw I took it as a joke. "On a wing and a prayer," I winked as Montana chuckled lightly.

"She's very...." Montana made an implying face as she tried to find the right word.

"Overprotecting, unbearable, over the top, crazy, bogus?" I finished before she could, "Yeah those all pretty much sum her up." I sighed as I shifted a bit.

"She's off her rockers if she thinks I'm gonna listen to that no sex rule." Chet scoffed as he took a swig of his beer.

I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah and who are you fucking?"

"Maybe you if you're lucky," He winked at me before taking a sip.

"As if," I scoffed lightly as I rolled my eyes. "You aren't my type."

Chet looked hurt as if he thought he was every girls type.

"And what is your type?" Montana teased as her eyes quickly darted to the man beside me.

"Well," I started, glancing over at Xavier before looking back at the others, "I have this wicked things for blondes."

My goal was to tease Xavier, there was just something about him that brought upon my attraction. I enjoyed the look of amusement on his face whenever I teased him and I just wanted to make it happen more and more.

Xavier leaned back smugly while sending a shit eating grin over to Chet.

"Montana has more of a chance than you do," Ray joked as he took another sip of beer.

Chet pushed his shoulder, almost knocking the alcohol out of his hand, "Shut up," he sneered. Causing Ray to laugh even more.

"It just so happens that you're also my type," Xavier whispered in my ear, sending cool shivers all over my body. I kept my composure as I played it cool.

"That'll break Bertie's heart," I gasped, jokingly grabbing my heart in shock.

He shrugged coolly, "What can I say, when you find the one you gotta break some hearts."

My lips twinged into a faint smile as I bumped him with my shoulder. He bumped back which started a game of "Who could knock the other over first". And I was determined to win. We kept bumping each other until eventually he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the bedpost. My breath being taken away as I just sat there.

I cocked my eyebrow, "And what're you going to do now?"

He leaned in, no doubt about to whisper a comeback as the door slammed open. He jumped back, letting go of my arms as we all turned to stare at Brooke hurrying her way inside.

"That guy is crazy!" She said out of breath as she sat down on the couch. "He completely wigged out. I think he has a concussion."

"I mean we got him here, made sure he didn't die. Karmically, we're cool." Montana stated casually.

"He kept saying something bad was gonna happen." Brooke said as her voice rose a little in fear.

We all looked over to the door as we heard heavy footsteps approaching. The door opened unexpectedly as a man busted in.

"Hey!" He paused dramatically, "Don't you guys know you're not supposed to be coed fraternizing?"

We all looked around nervously as the man's laughter filled the room. "I'm just fucking with you," He waved his hand dismissedly, "I'm Trevor, the activities director. So technically I'm you're boss but don't worry, I'm not gonna be enforcing any of Margaret Booth's rules for godly living." He dropped his beer into the cooler, "Between you and me, I bet myself fifty bucks I'd bang her by the end of the summer."

"Good luck with that one," I laughed while making a face, "The only one my Mom gives it to is God."

He looked over at me, about to say something when Montana interjected. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

And this brought on the uncomfortably long conversation that was a battle of Trevor and Montana's sexual tension. Montana bringing up how he was in a Jane Fonda work out video and how he had to be removed because a certain part of him was taking the focus away from Jane. And the knowledge that that was the first thing Montana masturbated too, a little tmi. They had a stare down before deciding to sneak off together to take care of said tension.

As soon as they left I let out a loud laugh, "That was a little more information than I wanted to know."

"And see," Brooke chimed in quietly, referring to the bulge that Trevor proudly placed in front of her.

"He literally just walked through the door and he's getting laid." Chet waved his hand in their direction the sound of disappointment threaded through his voice.

I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing off my pants. "I'm going for a walk, I don't want to hear you complain about being a virgin anymore."

Chet scrambled for words, "I-I'm not a virgin."

I looked back before rolling my eyes and heading out the door.

Making my way down the steps and hearing the door open with a creak behind me. Curiously I turned around to see Xavier trotting to my side.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked casually hoping off the last step to stand beside me.

"Not at all," I smiled back, secretly I had hoped that he would.

We made it away from the main camp and into one of the dimly lit paths in the woods.

"Y/n, aren't you afraid that Mr.Jingles is out here right now?" He said beside me, trying to scare me.

"No," I looked over at him and smiled, "And if you're trying to get me to jump into your arms you're gonna need a little more ammo than trying to spook me."

He laughed lightly, "I like a girl that doesn't scare easy."

"Then you're gonna love me," I gave him a flirty side eyed look. I don't know what it was about him that drew me in but it did. After only knowing him for a total of about six hours I wanted more. I had never felt like this before and it was exciting. Even if it would just turn out to be a summer fling.

"Oh sweetheart I have no doubt." He lightly grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me to a stop. I turned around quickly to see him pull back, "Let's stop here for a bit."

We sat down on a log and looked out across the lake, admiring the moonlight glazing over the water. The low hum of the crickets was the only sound, a nice change from the busy streets of LA.

"So what made you decide to come here?" I asked, casually trying to make conversation. I looked over at his face to see his features lightly dusted with a mixture of the moonlight and the dim camp light.

"I had some things I needed to get away from, even if it was just for a little bit." He sighed lightly as I nodded with him. "What made you decide to help Mommy dearest with this place?"

I chuckled and looked out to the lake, "Honestly, I turned her down a thousand times...I wanted nothing to do with it until she wore me down and eventually I caved." I turned towards him, our eyes meeting "And now I'm glad I did."

His nose turned up as he looked down at me with a change in his eyes, "Well I hope I can make it a summer to remember," he leaned in ever so slightly.

I also leaned in so my lips were ghosting over his, "I'm sure you will," I whispered before leaning back. The corners of my mouth turning up into a wicked smirk.

He bit his lip gently as he stared at me, "I'm really regretting my dibs now. But they're unretractable." He threw his hands up, "I was just so blinded by lust," he joked.

"You're no different now," I mocked lightly. His blue eyes now dark as he hovered over me.

He parted his lips which caused me to look down at them, "I'm not blind baby, I know exactly what I want."

My heart rate increased as his hand came to rest on top of mine, "And what is that?"

His cocky grin grew as he knew the effect he was having on me, "Whatever you can give me." He gripped my hand and leaned in so close that our noses were almost touching.

Every atom in my body was telling me to just lean in and kiss him but I enjoyed teasing him way too much. So instead I took my other hand and rested it above his knee, "Well we'll just have to see what you deserve." I squeezed his leg before I stood up.

His mouth was ajar and his eyebrows were furrowed, he looked godly but I didn't want to give up my plan of  messing with him just yet. Instead I sauntered back up to the girls cabin. In a few seconds Xavier was on my heels.

When we made it back inside the guys were sat on the couch watching the Olympics as Montana and Brooke were asleep on their bunks. The guys didn't pay any attention to us as we snuck over to the beanbag chair on the ground.

Before I could sit down Xavier sat in it first.

"I wanted to sit there," I pouted playfully stomping my foot.

He had a devilish glint in his eye, "You still can," Before I could object he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on top of my shoulder.

I wanted to pretend to be annoyed, to rile him up even further but all I could focus on was how warm he was and the sweet sent of his cologne. Not to mention how comfortable I was with him this close.

Now he was the one messing with me, "Sweetheart your heart sounds like it's going to burst. Are you okay?" His lips were touching my ear as he whispered.

My mouth parted as I was going to say something but then the door slammed open, my mother bursting in. Xavier and I both jumped up, nearly stumbling over each other again.

"Boys and girls together after dark," she reprimanded, looking from me to Trevor, no doubt angry at the fact we didn't enforce her rule.

"Lights out in twenty minutes," She looked down to her watch, "The boys will leave and remove themselves from temptation." She looked accusingly at Xavier as she spat out her words.

Ray sighed and Trevor headed over to the door, opening it, "Let's go boys." Chet and Ray left sunkenly, following Trevor out the door.

Xavier gave me a wink before smiling and striding to the door, stopping in front of my Mom. "You gonna make us pray the boners away?" He challenged a cocky glint in his eyes.

Montana and I laughed as Mom turned around quickly, "A clean body is a clean mind. How many times do I have to go over the rules? Boys shower at night. No exceptions. Now go wash the filth off so you can wake up pure and refreshed for morning prayer."

He looked over his shoulder and blew me kiss before striding out after the others. I bit my lip to hold back the smile that was fighting to get free.

Mom turned around to look at me, "Whatever it is that you have going on with that boy needs to stop before he corrupts your soul."

Before I could get a word in she slammed the door shut and left.

"Bitch," I muttered. I was twenty and she had no hold over me anymore. Whatever I wanted to do and with who was my decision. Not hers. I wasn't going to let her try to dictate me anymore.

Brooke and Montana were awake now, no thanks to my mom's sudden intrusion. Brooke sat up on the bed and Montana got up to crack open another beer. I walked over to the other bed across from her and laid down, leaning against my palm.

Brooke looked uneasy so Montana sat beside her, "Look, some dickhead broke into your apartment and attacked you, that's super scary. I mean, a stranger once grabbed my boob outside a Sam Goody, so I get it. But not everyone is out to get you."

I nodded, taking in her words as Brooke sniffled. "He said he was going to come back...that he was going to find me."

I sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed, "Trauma's a bitch Brooke," I hesitated before deciding to share my story with them, "When my dad died...I was the one who found him." I paused, looking at the floor. "His guts were spilled over the tub and all over the floor. For years all I saw was that image. They also never caught who did it..." I sighed and held my hands together, "Every sound I heard, every creak in the floorboards had me convinced that the killer was back and that I was going to end up like him." I looked up at her, tears threatening to spill out, "But it turned out they were just noises. You're going to be paranoid for a while...but eventually everything turns out okay." I gave her a reassuring smile.

I felt weird telling two strangers who I just met a very personal side of me, but I saw how upset Brooke was and if my story could help her just even in the tiniest bit, I wanted to try.

Montana gave me a short smile, "She's right," she turned back to Brooke, "If you imagine the worst, that's all you see."

"You don't have to imagine the worst when it's already happened." Brooke mumbled.

Montana and I sat there listening to Brooke relive her past summer trauma. She was engaged and on the day of her wedding her fiance snapped, thought she slept with his best man when in reality she just didn't want to be alone. Her man didn't believe that and shot the best man in the head, Brooke's dad, and then killed himself. It was horrific.

I just sat there in shock, we've all been through something or another that's made us who we are. We all are just hoping for something good, hopefully it can be this camp.

Xavier's POV

"I can't see shit," I mumbled while I swung the light in front of me, trying to get any kind of clarity. "If you had to give up one of your five senses which one would it be?" I asked, turning around to the others.

"Smell, definitely." Ray said.

"Yeah but then you could never smell bacon." Chet stated. He did have a point there. But out of all the senses I think that's the easiest one to justify losing.

We all were walking through the dark aimlessly. Ray and I were the only ones who had flashlights. They weren't really doing much for us as we stumbled over to the showers. Almost every step stumbling over rocks or vines.

"Montana's skin smells like vanilla frosting." Trevor said dreamily, "We had a real connection down there at the lake. Like a...meeting of the souls. First base never felt so good."

"Wait," Chet paused, "All you did was kiss?"

"'Course not," Trevor said as he strode radically.

"That's what first base means." Chet said matter of factly.

"Maybe for you.." Trevor said as Chet felt embarassed for the thousandth time tonight.

"If he gets dibs on Montana, and Xavier has Y/n, then I get first shot at Brooke." Ray said.

"Y/n, nice. She's real cute." Trevor held out his hand for me to fist bump and I did while a smirk played across my lips.

"Talk about connection," I patted my chest over my heart lightly. My thoughts ran back to her. She was fiery and didn't give in to me as easy as other girls did. I liked it, it was a different feeling.

"Wait..." Chet paused, "Who does that leave for me?"

"Margaret," Trevor stated. I stifled a laugh as Ray couldn't keep his in.

I walked over and patted Chet's shoulder. "Yeah you can be my new father in law." The others laughed while Chet shook my hand off and stormed inside the showers.

We all followed inside, genuinely forgetting how much of a shit hole the showers really were. I took the flashlight as I strolled through the showers as I scoffed, "Where's all the towels and little soaps?"

"This isn't a spa." Trevor said as he chucked a towel at me, "Here, I brought two." I caught it and thanked him casually, I genuinely didn't want to walk all the way back up to the cabin.

We all started undressing by the lockers, Ray brought a radio and turned it on. I was actually shocked it got reception out here.

I started washing all across my body, over my chest, down my arms, all over.

"So what base did you make it to with Y/n when you two snuck off?" Ray raised an eyebrow as he played with the toothpick in his mouth.

I smirked, "None yet, I'm along for the ride." I paused remembering how close we were to kissing and how I wanted nothing more than to taste her and see if her lips were as soft as they looked. "She's doing things to me man." I sighed, already wanting to see her again.

"I hear ya," Trevor agreed as he sent a wink over to me. "Montana is just something else." He turned over to me and tilted his head back, "Maybe summer love is real."

My head shot up as he said the word "love". It wasn't something I had thought of or even felt in a really long time. But it could be at play here, considering I'm not just thinking with my dick.

"When Brooke came and helped me bandage up my hand...I dunno. I just felt something too." Ray took the toothpick out and shook it while he looked up to the sky, thinking.

"Great well while you all find the one I guess I'll just be jacking off in the cabin alone." Chet huffed, he started scrubbing his body harder in annoyance.

"Don't lose hope yet Chet," I started, "You still have Margaret." I bit back a smile as he hurled the soap at me, I ducked before it could hit me as I couldn't hold my laughter anymore.

"Rita is cute.." Trevor mentioned, I nodded in agreement.

"Rita would kill him before he could even get a word in." Ray mentioned, he was kidding but there was a bit of truth to his words.

Trevor laughed, "Yeah she'd probably stab you with a needle as soon as you walked in." We all laughed as Chet scoffed.

The lights suddenly powered down.

"Guess our 20 minutes is up," I mumbled as I quickly rinsed the remaining soap and turned the water off.

When we were finished Ray and Chet immediately fell asleep, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling. My thoughts circling back to Y/n. I'd just met her today but something felt different about her and I just wanted to make sure she was safe. Like back at the campfire, I could tell she was getting a little tense about all the Mr.Jingles talk...I just wanted to help her.

Next

"This camp," Trevor whispered as I looked over at him, "Has a way of making people feel things." I turned so I was laying on my side, completely facing him now. "Like making that guy snap all those years ago, what if we're snapping in our own good ways."

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Taglist: @felicityofbakerstreet​

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by JaskiersWolf

Jaskier has writer's block whilst at Kaer Morhen. Geralt suggests that he writes a song about Lambert for a change. Lambert is not impressed.

Words: 715, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Witcher Tumblr Prompts

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Lambert (The Witcher)

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Winter At Kaer Morhen, Background Relationships, Wordcount: 500-1.000, Tumblr Prompt, Fluff and Humor, Cross-Posted on Tumblr

[vvnm]

*letting out a soft laugh at your wittiness he’s quick to stand up again to follow you. He happily recited out his number to you and peeks down at you, smirking a tiny bit when he catches you staring* “you’re really cute when you smile, hopefully I get to see it more?” *what possessed his confidence? We don’t know. But we love it cause blushy Berty being flirty is stellar berty*

- Berty from Brampton

“Mmm, maybe.” *A tiny, teasing smile is worn before I’m turning off the sidewalk and lifting open a heavy door for him, then waiting for him to get inside the little office building.* “Nia.” *I smile broadly at him before glancing at an elevator.* “That’s my name. Can I abuse your height for a few minutes? Promise it won’t take long, I just can’t reach the top shelf in one of the rooms.”