the-real-ciara
She wasn't planning on talking to anyone. He wasn't planning on forgetting his pen. But the corner table by the window has two chairs, the café smells like cinnamon, and some things have a way of working themselves out. A soft, fluffy coffee shop one shot about sketchbooks, pencil cases, and two quiet people finding something warm in each other's company. She was just taking the long way home. He was just walking his dog. The dog, however, had other ideas. A warm, fluffy one shot about a very large dog, a front porch, and two people who find that easy is exactly what they needed. She's a siren. He's a captain who knows better than to stop. Neither of them is particularly good at following rules they made for themselves. An enemies to lovers pirate AU about the fastest routes, the most dangerous waters, and the things you sail back for. He walked past the bakery six times before he came in. He wanted it to be a commitment. She's been running her family's bakery since before she was ready, and she knows exactly what she's most proud of each morning. A fluffy, sweet one shot about fresh bread, standing orders, and something that grows slowly in the best possible way. He rides into town and doesn't ride out. She runs the saloon like it's in her blood - because it is. A slow burn western one shot about a drifter who might have finally found somewhere worth staying, and a woman who never needed anyone to stay until now. She's the cheerleading captain. He's never been to a game in his life. When she gives him a ticket and tells him she'll know if he doesn't come, he does what he always does - he prepares. A fluffy, slow burning college AU about showing up for people in the ways that count. It starts with a kitchen incident. It continues with a theory about ventilation ductwork. Somehow it becomes the best thing that's happened to her in years.