[Set in breakcityheart. Garrett is the_bestman, Ephram is write_tragedies. Set after THIS.]

“You. My office. Now.”

Garrett looked up at her out of the corner of his eye, before shaking his head and going back to the car in front of him. “I’m in the middle of something.”Lara could see that. Maybe she was reading into things a bit more than she should, but there was something more ( Read more... )

Well, that’s what a boyfriend who cooks in nothing but an apron is for.

Dates normally weren’t supposed to include dinner and breakfast, but with Flint, Lara found herself more than willing to make the exception.

She could live with being the reason that Garrett was in LA for now, but she knew better than anyone that that was going to change eventually.

You Are The Exorcist


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There were some days where it all came together like clockwork, and then there were others were she could stare at the bookkeeping sheets till the numbers started to swim and still not get anything to make sense.

[Ephram is write_tragedies and is used with permission from his mun who made a request for Ephram and Lara future fic with the prompt “polite.” Set about ten years in the future.]Lara and Ephram were probably never going to get along ( Read more... )

For the record, I've known since you were fifteen. And Garrett says to let you take the time to figure it out but really. Do you ever listen to yourself sometimes? If some schmuck of a newspaper reporter that you don't even know can pick up on it, don't you think your sister who knows you a little better than that can too ( Read more... )

It's highly likely that there's something wrong with your mechanic when you find him staring at the same carburetor for an hour, am I right?

Pretty sure I'm right.