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LUST: Aiden Zhou (+ Evie)

Hella late on this all around but here we are.

Happy (very belated) birthday @cadybear420! Hope you had the best of birthdays yet ♥️ (and thanks for this request)

Meant to get this done by your birthday but even back in February I was struggling with the pose and that didn’t get any better. But finally managed to make it okay ish this week so I’m posting it.

Event Tag: @februarychoiceschallenge2025

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

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Nithrax Geometric Art

Shape Count: 354

[Midys Art] [Geometric Art Masterlist]

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Midys Geometric Art

Shape Count for Midys: 333 With the background: 389

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My ILW MC Vax for a (belated) entry to day 2 of @choicesmcappreciationweek! This is what he looks like when he's lit up with Power...

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PRIDE: Lilah, Jenna (Poison Rose), & Gabriel

When I placed Gabriel in the pride category of deadly sins I knew I’d want to create art for them based on an inspo pic I found. And while I initially planned to just have it be a prideful look on their face, the fact that I could borrow Jenna (who does drag) led me to the art you see above. Tried to still keep the prideful looks on their faces but decided Jenna would take them outside their comfort zones post Trystan/canon.

Thanks for letting me borrow Jenna @peonyblossom (hope I did her justice, went with a number of inspo pieces) and Lilah @storyofmychoices (hope I did her justice, since you said it’d be way outside her comfort zone I went femme fatale vibes for her)

Also sketched Lilah’s pose before I knew she was tiny compared to the others hehe So now it looks like she’s stretching up on her tippy toes to stay in the frame lol and I ain’t mad about it.

Event Tag: @februarychoiceschallenge2025 (pride)

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

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fiona outfits

Got bored and I’d been planning to make some lingerie edits for Fiona already so… enjoy the nsfw edits of fiona under the cut ^^

tagging: @februarychoiceschallenge2025 prompt: lust

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Crimson Wrath

Read it here on AO3.

Pairing: Cassius Harlow x NB!MC (Saini Rusanen) - Immortal Desires.

Word Count: 1198 words.

Category: Emotional hurt/comfort

Rating: G

A/N: It has been so long since last time I wrote for my silly vamps! I have been wanting to continue telling their story following Chronicles of a Crimson Summer. I have finally managed to do so, picking up right after the end of the aforementioned fiction. With this fiction, I am participating to @februarychoiceschallenge2025 for the prompt Wrath. I hope you will enjoy reading about Cas' first school day, after Crimson Beech High's rebuilding! :)

My series Vampire Heart is canon non-compliant.

Comments, reblogs, kudos are always highly appreciated. :)

Perma + ID: @kyra75 @lilyoffandoms @missameliep @choicesficwriterscreations (if you want to be added or removed, let me know)

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SLOTH: Aerin Valleros

So I say this as a non-Aerin romancer who never played this scene myself, the scene lives rent free in my head. I’m still not over it and I’ve never experienced it lol

Anyways, thanks for the request @daydreaming-dummy and thanks for letting me use your Myra. Also thanks for letting me pivot with the prompt. Kinda think this sin fits this scene well.

Event Tag: @februarychoiceschallenge2025 (sloth)

All Choices Fic Tag: @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads @jerzwriter @loreofyore @dutifullynuttywitch @trappedinfanfiction

[Edited since tumblr doesn’t like the actual art]

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ENVY: Sebastyan Thorne

Featuring Trystan x Emma. Thanks @loreofyore for the request (I’m still shocked by this one hehe).

Also have this second view of the same scene. And yes, I hope it looks like one of those weird Choices ads because that is indeed what I was going for hehe (sorry not sorry I’m like this lol)

Event Tag: @februarychoiceschallenge2025 (envy)

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

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WRATH: Josephine Vance

Thanks for the request @oh-so-youre-a-nerd and for hosting!

Event Tag: @februarychoiceschallenge2025 (wrath)

My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @dutifullynuttywitch @loreofyore @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction

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Love and Rivalry

Tobias and Casey couldn't be happier now that they've moved in together - but that doesn't mean a little bit of fun rivalry doesn't exist.

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 1,013

A/N: I simply LOVE this commission from @/artbyainna (IG). She always takes a vision and executes it perfectly! Participating @februarychoiceschallenge2025 Lust and a little envy. :)

It was just an ordinary Saturday. Or at least what an ordinary Saturday had become for Tobias Carrick. Not too long ago, he would have scoffed at the idea of him being happily cohabitating with the love of his life – that sort of thing had never been his speed. But as he rushed up the stairs to his bedroom with two cups of coffee in hand, he knew he wouldn't want things any other way.

He shook his head with a chuckle as he stepped into the room, heading directly to his walk-in closet. “I thought I heard some rustling in here,” he smirked, handing Casey her cup. “And I knew you were raiding my wardrobe... again.”

She turned to him with a raised brow. “Now, Dr. Carrick! Wasn't that part of the agreement when I moved in? Your clothes -  are now my clothes, too!”

He leaned against the wall, swirling the coffee in his mug with a smile. “Move a woman into your townhome, give her a walk-in closet of your own – one packed with her own clothes – yet she still needs to steal mine."

Her eyes lit up as she snapped her fingers. “Exactly!” She reached over and kissed his cheek before pulling one of his sweatshirts over her head.

“Oh, and what a shock!” He smiled, following her back into the bedroom. “Is there a reason you pick that shirt ninety percent of the time? I swear, you wear it more than me.”

"Well, it looks better on me," she giggled, falling onto their bed.

"I don't disagree," he grinned, placing his coffee on the nightstand before sitting beside her.

"Besides," she continued. "It’s soft and fluffy – despite being so OLD. After all, you graduated med school, what? Thirty years ago?”

“Yes, baby,” he smiled. “I graduated med school at seven. I know I’m a genius, but even I’m not that good!”

"Oh, I disagree," she said, nudging him with her shoulder, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. “I mean, you are that good, but I’m thinking of something other than your academic prowess.”

Tobias pulled her closer. “Oh, really? Care to demonstrate what you’re referring to?”

“I would,” she playfully squirmed out of his arms. “But the grocery store is closing in just over an hour, and we have a snowstorm headed this way, so....”

Tobias heaved out a sigh as he tossed his legs over the side of the bed in defeat. “I get it, I get it!” He groused, heading back to his closet to change. “But, I think you should admit the reason you really steal that particular sweatshirt all the time.”

“Oh,” she replied, brushing her hair. “And why is that?”

“Because you wish you went to Hopkins.”

The brushing stopped. Then... silence. Tobias had to bite his cheek to hold back his laughter.

“Excuse me?” Casey replied, indignation evident in her tone. “Are you degrading my med school?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it degrading...” he started, but Casey hadn't ceded the floor.

“U Penn is one of the best med schools in the world, Dr. Carrick!” She started. “It’s consistently in the top three in America!”

“Yep, number three,” he snickered, willingly deciding to risk his life. “Right behind Harvard...” he stuck his head outside of the closet, “...and Hopkins.”

He whipped his head back inside to dodge the pillow hurled in his direction. But Casey wasn’t letting him off the hook.

“Tobias! I will not have you disparaging U Penn! It’s every bit as good as Hopkins; in some areas, it’s even better! And that’s not why I always wear your stupid sweatshirt! I wear it because it's comfortable, and it reminds me of you, OK! It has nothing to do with your med school being better than mine!”

She walked into the closet, where she found him shirtless, his back toward her. She momentarily considered forgiving him after seeing his broad shoulders tapering into his sculpted waist, drawing her eyes lower – but she stopped herself.

“Tobias!” She yelled, demanding his attention. “Apologize to me! And more importantly, apologize to my med school.”

Tobias looked over his shoulder with a grin that – once again – had her contemplating the benefits of forgiveness before pulling a grey sweatshirt over his head. “Will this do?” he asked, turning to face her in his brand-new U Penn Medicine sweatshirt.

“Wha...” Bewilderd, Casey’s eyes widened. “Where did this come from?”

“I bought it,” he shrugged, taking her hand. “Last time we were in Philly. I mean, I’ve accepted that I’m never getting my Hopkins sweatshirt back... and besides, I am so freaking proud that my girlfriend graduated from U Penn. I may as well show it off.”

“Aaww, Tobias,” Casey cooed as his hands fell to her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. “You are so damned sweet.”

“Aren’t I?” He smirked, placing a kiss atop her head. “Sweet enough for us to blow off the supermarket and stay home so you could...."

“Let’s not get ahead of yourself, buster,” she laughed.

Their lips came together in a passionate kiss, and they reaffirmed their love for one another.

“I was just busting on you about U Penn, babe. I hope you know that. It was just a good lead-in to showing you my sweatshirt,” he smiled.

“Mmm-hmm,” Casy smiled, leading him to the door. “Just like grocery shopping will be a great lead-in for what I’m going to do after.”

“Really?” Tobias replied mischievously, his interest piqued. “Do you care to elaborate on that...”

“Tobias,” she chuckled, grabbing the car keys off the table in the vestibule.

“I mean, can you at least demonstrate your plans in the produce aisle?" He pled.

“Fine,” she surrendered with a smile. “I’ll put the peaches and eggplants to good use.”

“Yes,” he said, slowly pumping his fist.

“I love you,” she smiled. “And somehow, you've managed to make me love you even more in that sweatshirt.”

“Thanks, hon,” he grinned. “But I promise, you’re going to love me even more when I take it off later on!”

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Together

Although Crimes of Passion is my favorite Choices story, Bloodbound is my favorite Choices series. It has consistently excellent quality throughout, and while there are some continuity errors, it does feel like they plotted out the main points well in advance.

Which is why it's so bewildering that I don't give it more love! Adrian and Amy are my favorite pairing in the series, which surprised me at first - I like to joke that Amy's toxic trait is being in love with a billionaire, because I never thought I'd romance one. But, well, I plead the Fiction, okay?

Thank you @weetlebeetle for this adorable commission! You captured my surprisingly wholesome couple (I mean... wholesome for vampires, billionaires, and men who regularly kill people with their bare hands) to perfection. I need to replay the books now!

(If you saw me post another version of this before, no you didn't.)

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Happy Valentine's Day from Tobias & Casey

These two don't need a holiday to turn on the romance; they're crazy about each other 24/7, 365! But they love to turn up the volume a little on Valentine's Day, and they have a little tradition they both love.

Each year, they buy each other multiple cards, each more depraved "them" than the next. But amongst the naughty cards, there is always one that expresses their deep love for one another, too.

This year's cards are under the cut! Thank you to @weetlebeetle for the adorable commission! Participating in @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Prompt: Lust

(Mature content below)

Tobias's cards for Casey:

Casey's cards for Tobias:

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It Happened One Night

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Adelaide Barnes (F!OC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1402

Category: AU, Fluff

Summary: Adelaide promised her best friend she'd be open to meeting someone. But she never expected it would happen so soon.

A/N: For @tveitertotwrites. Happy (late) Valentine's Day! I'm your Secret Admirer. We haven't interacted much, but I always enjoy seeing you on my dash. I had a lot of fun going over your Tobias Carrick x Adelaide Barnes tag, and sighed over several fics. Thanks for letting me play with them! @choicesfandomappreciation

Adelaide swigs back a glass of wine, ignoring her friend’s amused look.

“Easy there, tiger. It’s Pinot Noir, not water. Are you trying to get a hangover on your first day?”

She rolls her eyes. “One glass of wine is hardly going to get me drunk. And it might ease down some of the nerves.”

Claire rubs her arm in reassurance. “You’ll do great, Addie. We both will. And in the meantime,” she adds with a mischievous grin, giving the bar a theatrical one-over. “There are plenty of good-looking men to distract ourselves with.”

Adelaide shakes her head. “You know I’m not ready to date. After Joshua…”

“Okay, first of all, who said anything about dating? And second, Joshua is in the past.” She gives Adelaide a pointed look. “As is Dick.”

Adelaide snorts. “Are you really calling Ryan Dick now?”

“Why not?” Claire shrugs. “It suits him.”

“To the ground,” she agrees. “This isn’t about Ryan, not really. But if I couldn’t make it work with Joshua, what makes you think the same issue won’t creep up again with someone else?”

“Because you’re long over Ryan, and anyone you date in the future will know that. And.” She gives her a one-armed hug. “Because I can tell you’ve healed.”

She sighs, defeated. “Fine. Fine. I will be open to the possibility of meeting someone. But I won’t go out of my way to do so. No dating apps, no blind dates, no nothing.”

Claire throws her head back and laughs. “Babe, we’re about to start our medical residencies. What makes you think we’ll have time for dating apps?”

Adelaide breaks into matching laughter. “You have a point there. And on that rather painful note…”

Claire pretends to pout. “I always have a point and you know it.”

“… I’m off to get another drink. Excuse me.”

She’s standing at the bar, unsuccessfully trying to get the bartender’s attention. Not one to be put off, she tries again.

“Excuse me. Excuse me!” When the guy ignores her again in favor of a group of men, she groans. “What’s a girl got to do to get some service around here?”

“Need some help?” A voice asks to her left. She turns around, ready to tell him no, she’s got it covered, when her breath catches in her throat.

He’s gorgeous.

About six feet tall, this man has the features of a god. A pair of green eyes stands out against dark skin that’s on the lighter side, glinting with mischief and a little smugness. Apparently, he hasn’t missed her checking him out.

Well, how could he? He looks like he’s in his mid-thirties. She’s sure he’s more than used to drawing attention wherever he goes.

“I’m fine,” she says. “He has to wander my way eventually.”

He actually laughs. “This is your first time here, I wager?”

“And you can tell because…?”

“Because Luke is perfectly capable of ignoring you all night long if you let him. He will always pick the larger groups of people who are likelier to give bigger tips.”

She throws up her hands. “Then what am I supposed to do?”

He grins at her. “Watch the master at work. Hey, buddy.” He pitches his voice at a decibel that’s impossible to ignore. “The lady here is looking for a drink. Isn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Adelaide raises an eyebrow, expecting the bartender to respond poorly to the rudeness. Instead, the guy laughs.

“Keep yapping, Carrick, and I’ll be mysteriously out of vodka next time you come over.”

“That’ll never happen. I tip too well.”

“You mean you’re a good wingman on my nights off.” He looks at Adelaide, a disarming smile on his face. “Apologies, miss. What can I get you?”

Amazed, she blinks. “A glass of Pinot Noir, please.”

“Coming right up.”

“Pinot Noir, huh? I pegged you for a Riesling girl.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teases. When Luke comes back with the drink, the stranger waves away the credit card she’s holding out. “On me.”

Oh. She isn’t typically slow about these things, but she’s been a little off her game since her breakup with Joshua. Enough to miss when she’s being blatantly flirted with, apparently.

But not enough to be the least opposed to it.

“Well, how can I say no to that?”

He nods to a table that’s just been vacated. “Care to enjoy your drink with me?”

She opens her mouth, ready to say she’s here with a friend, when something else entirely comes out of her mouth. “I’d love to.”

Claire, she decides on the spot, will understand.

“You’re a Red Sox fan?” She asks over their next drink. God, she hopes her best friend was wrong and she won’t be nursing a hangover on her first day of residency. But… there’s something about this man. She doesn’t even know his name, but he makes her want to do things she wouldn’t normally do. Like drinking far too much the night before her first day at her dream job.

“I’m a Bostoner by blood. Of course I am.”

She grimaces. “I might have to exit this conversation now.”

He points at her. “You’re not a Yankees woman. I pegged you as an Aussie as soon as you opened your mouth.”

“What can I say?” She shrugs. “My accent is stubborn. But I was raised in New York.”

He groans, enough drama in the sound to make Aaron Tveit and Leesa Tulley proud. “I’m afraid it’s never going to work between us now, darling.”

“Darling?” She asks incredulously. She leans over the corner table, a sly smile on her face. “Also, us? Bold choice of word from a man who hasn’t even told me his name.”

He grins. “I haven’t, have I? How rude of me. Allow me to rectify that.” He holds out a hand. “Tobias Carrick.”

She takes it. His skin warms her entire body. “Adelaide Barnes.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Adelaide. Now what brings an Aussie – by way of New York– to Boston?”

“Work,” she says, and leaves it at that. Maybe it’s silly, but she wants to leave the real world outside tonight. “What about you? I know you’ve said you’re from around here, but have you lived in Boston your whole life?”

“Unfortunately, no. I moved away for college and grad school. But I’m back to stay now.” Tobias lifts his glass in a toast. “Worked damned hard to make that happen, too.”

“Lucky for me,” she can’t resist throwing out.

“Lucky for you.” He laughs when she rolls her eyes. “Hey, I’m just saying.”

“Good to know low self-esteem isn’t one of your problems,” she fires back. “And for the record, you’re lucky I’m here to stay –for now.”

He perks up at that. “For now, is it? How long is that?”

She watches him, consideringly. “Maybe long enough.”

Tobias matches her low tone. “Maybe so.”

They hold eyes for a moment. Then he leans closer.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

Adelaide’s tempted. Sorely. But...

“I can’t,” she says regretfully. “First day at a new job tomorrow. I’m already going to have a hard enough time drinking enough water to balance out all these drinks. I can’t be doing the walk of shame to boot.”

She says it lightly, but Tobias frowns. “Walk of shame? There’s nothing shameful about…”

“I know,” she says with a laugh, pleased. It’s good to know he’s not a jerk who will respect a woman less for engaging in behavior identical to his. “It was just a joke.”

“Ah. Rain check, then?”

She throws caution to the wind then and leans over to brush her lips against his. They linger together for a moment before he pulls back.

“That had better mean yes.”

It makes her laugh.

“It means,” she says, sliding her phone across the table to him. “That if you input your number there, I won’t delete it.”

His grin flashes across his devastating face, and she’s grateful she’s sitting down. “Good enough.”

She stands, turning to him with a smile that’s suddenly a little shy. “Good night, Tobias.”

He runs his fingers down her arm, briefly taking her hand. “Good night, Adelaide. I hope we’ll see each other again soon.”

She walks towards Claire, stumbling a little, all the while thinking, I hope so too.

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A Valentine's Day Experiment

Thank you to @weetlebeetle, the creator of this adorable commission of Ethan and Kaycee. In my HC, Kaycee is NOT much of a cook, but when she decides to cook a special dinner for Ethan on Valentine's Day, how do things turn out?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 1,121 A/N: Participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Valentine's Day Event and @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Prompt: Lust.

Ethan Ramsey had never been a fan of Valentine's Day, and he found it imperative that everyone knew it.

"It's capitalist nonsense!" He declared, pouring over the morning paper. "A scheme to convince feeble-minded fools that they're unloved if their partner doesn't send them grotesquely overpriced roses on February 14th, no other day, just that day will do. And, preferably, at work so that everyone can see."

Kaycee was seated at his side, calmly sipping her tea. She was used to this annual proclamation; she honestly found it amusing by now, and she knew it by heart. She playfully mouthed the words as he continued, believing she'd go undetected.

"If I bring sunflowers home on September 18th, does that mean I love you less? No, it doesn't!" He lowered his glasses on the bridge of his nose the moment he caught his beloved mocking him, but his incredulous glare left her giggling with delight.

"Babe, can I just record this? Please. Not only could we hit replay every year, but I'm sure I could turn this into a viral TikTok!"

That earned his further consternation. "Another ridiculous tradition! The social media posts declaring undying love to the 'perfect' partner we all heard them call a son-of-a-bitch at the coffee station not twenty minutes before."

"Did you get it all out of your system now, love?" she teased so adorably that even the crabby doctor found himself grinning. "I know your position by now, and frankly, it's a little hypocritical if you ask me."

That got his attention. "Hypocritical! How?"

"Because you've gone out of your way to make every one of our Valentine's Days special."

"Ah!" he replied, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "That's because you don't expect the nonsense or overpriced flowers. You simply enjoy spending the day together."

"Damn right!" She insisted. "I'd be pissed if you dropped $100 on a dozen roses when you know what I really want costs a whole lot less."

Ethan chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading on his lips as his hand landed on her thigh beneath the table. "Costs less? It's free, and I try to provide that to you on a daily basis."

"I wasn't talking about... that," she laughed. "I meant my traditional Valentine's Day cupcakes!"  

He had to smile. This was just one reason he loved her so much. She didn't need fancy things – fancy things he'd honestly be happy to provide for her. But she preferred the simple things - cupcakes, snuggles, perhaps a rom-com – and then those "free" activities they both adored.

"How could I ever forget?" He said, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.

"Well, I've got the day off, so I'm preparing a Valentine's surprise for you tonight," she beamed. "Just make sure you're home from work at a decent hour."

With a promise like that, he made sure he complied. Leaving Edenbrook Hospital the moment his shift ended, he stepped into his condo just after the clock struck six. He was intrigued as he entered the door. A distinct aroma greeted him; it wasn't bad... but something was off. Garlic, rosemary, and... was that cinnamon? His brow, then he saw her.

Kaycee stood in the kitchen, her golden hair cascading over her apron, stopping just above the words Kiss the Cook spelled out in garish, bright pink letters.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" she squealed, rushing over to kiss him. "I made dinner!"

Ethan glanced at the food on the stove, not quite sure what it was. The presentation wasn't bad. It even looked edible. But he was a man of science, and he knew Kaycee's track record in the kitchen. It was unlikely today would be any different from her disasters – uhm – attempts in the past.

"You… cooked?" he asked cautiously, shrugging off his coat.

"Don't sound so surprised!" She said, placing her hands on her hips. "I wanted to do something special for you."

He opened his mouth, then promptly shut it. If the love of his life had spent the day cooking for him, well, then he was going to suffer through whatever culinary chaos awaited him.

Kaycee was already pinching a bite-sized morsel from her creation, all but bouncing as she brought it to his lips. "Here!" She smiled. "Taste this!"

He did his best to hide his trepidation, hesitating only a second before accepting his fate. But, the second the morsel hit his tongue, his highly trained palate was assaulted by a combination of flavors that should never exist together.

He chewed slowly. Trying to think of something that would make this redeemable, but he was coming up blank.

His expression betrayed him because Kaycee's face twisted. "Ethan?"

He swallowed. Painfully. "Hmm?"

"All right," she said, crossing her arms. "Be honest with me."

He sighed, pulling her into his arms. "Kaycee, you are the most remarkable woman I've ever met. Brilliant, compassionate, you brighten every room you walk into..."

"But?" she winced.

"But if you were also an incredible chef, it would simply be unfair. No one can be perfect, dear."

"You hate it," she smirked.

"I..." He paused. "Hate is a strong word."

"Mm-hmm." She turned around and reached into the fridge, producing a pizza box from O'Cheese, their favorite pizza place. "Luckily, I had a backup plan. I can have this heated up in ten minutes."

Ethan exhaled, relieved she wasn't upset with him. "You knew it was going to be a disaster, didn't you?"

She shrugged innocently. "I had my suspicions. But hey, I tried!"

He pulled her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You did. And I appreciate the effort. Even if my taste buds will take a week to recover."

"Rude!" she said, smacking his chest.

Ethan smiled, brushing his lips against hers once more. "Besides… I hear you have other skills."

"Oh? Who told you that?"

"A very credible source," he declared, scooping her up in his arms.  

"Well, I'm not demonstrating any of those skills unless..." her eyes met his playfully.

"Don't worry," he laughed. "I stopped by Bova's on the way home. Your cupcakes are on the table in the foyer."

"Ah! I love you!" she beamed. "So, what do you want first, pizza and cupcakes... or me?"

Ethan chuckled as he nipped playfully at her bottom lip. "As tempting as you are, I'm going to need my energy for what I have in mind. So let's have dinner first."

Kaycee giggled, pressing a hand to his chest. "Oh? Planning something special, Dr. Ramsey?"

He smirked. "Let's just say… you're going to need your energy, too. Happy Valentine's Day, Kaycee," he murmured against her lips.

She smiled as she kissed him once more. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ethan."

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[februarychoiceschallenge2025]

Gluttony: 1

Greed: 1, 2

Wrath: 1, 2, 8

Pride: 2

Sloth: 1, 6

Envy: 1

Lust: 1, 6

For your HSS MCs. Please ignore the identical anon ask, I turned that on by mistake

Gluttony 1: What could your muse eat all the time without ever getting tired of it? Lola: Coffee, specifically pumpkin spice lattes. Jamie: Soft pretzels Matty: Sour gummy worms

Greed 1: What does your muse collect, if anything? Lola: Horse trinkets! Figurines, decor, keychains, anything horse related Jamie: Baseball cards Matty: Playbills

Greed 2: Is your muse prone to hoarding anything? Lola: Her horse trinkets lol Jamie: Not really no, especially after their parents divorce. They learned to be less attached to physical objects when they had to divide up all their stuff between their parents' houses. Matty: No

Wrath 1: Does your muse like to get revenge on those they feel have wronged them? Lola: Yes Jamie: No Matty: Not on people that have wronged him, but yes to people who have wronged his loved ones

Wrath 2: How does your muse handle anger? Do they have anger issues? How do they manage or vent their anger? Lola: Lola isn't that easy to anger, she's usually pretty chill. Usually. She likes to get out into nature to clear her head when she's angry. Whether that's hiking, gardening, horseback riding, swimming, anything that gets her outside. Jamie: Jamie is a really cheerful person and honestly doesn't get angry easily at all. But when he is, he likes to bang out his anger on his drums or at the batting cage. Matty: Matty is probably the easiest to anger out of all of them. He likes to sing really angry musical theatre songs when he's pissed off lmao.

Wrath 8: Was your muse a bully? Or were they bullied themselves? Lola: Nope, neither! Jamie: Not severely, but they were bullied a bit at Westchester for being trans :( Matty: Matty was bullied in middle school for being trans too :( Sasha punched the bullies in the face though

Pride 2: In what areas might your muse be a little overconfident? Are they overconfident in the sense that they don't have the skills to back it up, or in the sense that they do have the skills but they are obnoxious in their confidence? Lola: Lola is a bit overconfident in her horse-riding abilities. She has the skills to back it up but, like, girl, no one wants to hear about horses that much Jamie: No, not really. If anything they're underconfident Matty: No, he's generally a very insecure person (thanks to his anxiety disorder) so he isn't very confident about much lol.

Sloth 1: On what day(s) does your muse feel most lazy? At a specific time of day, or all day? Lola: Lola looooves a good lazy Saturday Jamie: Never a specific day, their lazy days are totally random. Matty: Friday afternoons because (unless he has rehearsal) he takes a super long nap every single Friday after school.

Sloth 6: Does your muse put on real clothes every day, or only if they have to go out? Lola: Everyday! Jamie: Only when she has to go out, and even then only sometimes. Matty: Mostly just when he has to go out, but sometimes just for fun. He does wear his binder everyday even if he isn't going anywhere though.

Envy 1: Does your muse get jealous easily, or does it take a lot for them to feel it? Lola: When she's younger, Lola tends to get jealous fairly easily, but as she grows up it's something she works on, so she gets better about it. Jamie: I wouldn't say easily, probably just pretty in between. Also, it kind of depends on what it's about. Like, she doesn't get that jealous about people/relationships, but she is very jealous of people who had better childhoods than her. Matty: Yeah, kind of easily. Not super easily, but a little.

Lust 1: Is your muse sexually active? If so, how often* do they have sex? How many partners do they typically have at one time? If not, why not? Lola: She's sexually active, but not very often. Lola usually only has one partner at a time. She isn't really that focused on romance/sex, especially in high school, she just has other things that are more important to her. Jamie: Yes, he is sexually active. Definitely the most sexually active out of all my HSS MCs. Usually only one person, it has to be someone he really trusts. Matty: Pre-bottom surgery, no, at least nothing more than like giving Ajay oral sex of some kind. Post-bottom surgery, yes. For a while he was having sex pretty frequently just because he was so excited to use his new dick 😭😭😭 Usually he only has one partner.

*I realized I actually have no idea how often allosexual people usually have sex so I have no clue if my characters have sex often or not comparatively.

Lust 6: Does your muse have high, medium, or low libido? Lola: Low Jamie: Medium Matty: Medium

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