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March MC of the Month: Evie Ayana

Please welcome March 2024's MC of the Month! Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@cadybear420's Evie Ayana!

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1..In your own words, tell us what you like most about Evie.

It’s hard to choose a specific thing… but most probably her drive to keep moving forward. 

Before coming to Berry, Evie dealt with social anxiety a lot in her old schools. She didn’t have many close friends, she struggled to talk to people she liked, she had a little more insecurity about joining certain social/group activities, etc. And she’d lived in the same house all her life up until moving to Cedar Cove, so she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about moving up north from the Bay Area and leaving behind what friends and memories and familiar places she did have. 

She does start out as a little more impulsive and “holding herself back” when she first comes to the school– unsure how to respond to Brian at first, unthinkingly introducing herself as “Emma’s wingman” to Caleb, gives Hugh a startled look when they make eye contact at the school assembly. She didn’t have quite as much drive for change yet and wasn’t expecting much from the school, but she was definitely going to stick with the few friends she did make (such as Emma). 

But one thing she did somewhat hope for was that Berry High was a new change of pace. And as Principal Hughs said on the first day assembly in canon, “That’s the great thing about a fresh start. You can be anybody you want to be”. This was perhaps the core motivator for Evie to start changing things. Soon enough, she comes to realize that Berry is sort of this “fresh start” for her, a chance to find herself in a brand new environment. She wants to be someone who is sure of herself, someone who can get shit done. And a school that strives to be welcoming to all is the perfect environment for that. That’s kind of what the OG HSS Trilogy always was to me. High school, but if it were, y’know, actually good. 

So, Evie is partly motivated by the fact that the environment at Berry is much more welcoming, and partly motivated because of the opportunity of a fresh start in a new town. And so she starts to push herself out of her comfort zone a little and soon becomes a lot more outspoken, protective, proactive, and helpful towards others. Evie becomes a lot more confident through her journey at Berry High. 

One major motivator for Evie is that her first friend and the one who takes her under her wing when she’s lost and nervous at the start of her first day, is Emma Hawkins, a socially awkward wallflower. So right away, she has some companionship with someone she can relate to a bit. And not only that, but seeing someone as socially awkward as Emma have no problem extending kindness to her, kind of motivates her to do the same with others. 

Another major green flag for Evie is also probably in her involvement in sports. In Evie’s old high school, she had considered joining football, but was nervous about it due to the team being all guys and not co-ed. Evie is fairly secure in her enjoyment of certain sports and wanted to join the football team at her old school, but was nervous about not being allowed to join and seeming like an idiot for trying to do so. She had heard that some schools might make exceptions for girls who wanted to join, since there generally wasn’t a girls’ football team, but she was still very nervous about the possibility of “sticking out like a sore thumb”. 

But since she was most familiar with Caleb of all the people she saw in the cafeteria and knew him to be a friendly guy, I had her sit with him and the other jocks at lunch that day to maybe get the chance to know more about the football team. Much to both of our surprises and delights, the sports teams at Berry are all co-ed and Caleb and Julian encouraged Evie to join football. And the best part? As she was on football, basketball, and baseball, she was treated like yet another part of the team. Rather than being pathologized, patronized, sensationalized, or tokenized for being a female football player/jock on a team of mostly guys… she was just treated as normal (Sonic Boom Knuckles would be proud, haha). As per canon, Brian did make a few comments to her during that one mini-race, but Caleb nonchalantly shot them down. 

And lest we not forget her beloved Aiden Zhou. He’s passionate and dedicated to his creative craft; but also shy, reserved, socially awkward, and afraid of coming off as a screw-up or a failure in social interactions. A major reason why Evie is so drawn to him (along with her finding him incredibly attractive) is that she sees a lot of herself in him, and she can relate to him. She sees how passionate he is, and that inspires her to do better herself. It inspires her to keep doing better. And as she works to improve herself and move past her own struggles, she can sort of connect with Aiden and help him with his struggles as well, as she understands to some degree what that sort of social anxiety feels like.

2...Do you feel Evie is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

Evie is very based off of how I am, especially when it comes to the little details. She’s a cat lover, she’s a picky eater and especially hates spicy food, she’s fairly into sports and writing, she’s obsessed with scented products and cute stuff, she’s pretty horny-on-main, and a lot more. I had Evie be a jock in each of the three books because I myself was involved in sports when I was in high school (though I was more of a track-and-field/runner and I didn’t really have a lot of experience in football, basketball, or baseball; meanwhile, Evie gets experience in each of those). I can’t play an instrument to save my life, and cheerleading is absolutely not my thing, and so the same applies to Evie. 

But in a more general sense… Evie is partly based off of who I am, and partly based off of the kind of person I aspire to be.

When I was in high school, I sort of dealt with social anxiety a lot, and even now I still struggle with it a fair bit. I did get along with a fair amount of people, but it was on a very superficial level with most of them and so I wouldn’t exactly have considered myself “well-known” back then. So I’ve imagined the same for Evie.

The difference, of course, is that Evie is much more outspoken, social, and heavily proactive in the school community than I was when I was in high school. I mean, I was a bit like that myself every now and then. But with Evie, she sort of gets more opportunities to be that kind of person, and she had somewhat more drive for it. And that’s what allows it to manifest. That doesn’t mean her anxieties go away by any means, she just becomes better at managing them. 

Though, one thing I’ve liked about generally being more shy and reserved is that it did sometimes help me stay a little more aware of boundaries, if that makes sense. Evie is much the same, and although she becomes a more confident person throughout her story, that doesn’t mean she also can’t be aware of boundaries– and that especially shows with how I had her approach her crush on Aiden in the first book.

Evie took a slight interest in Aiden when she first met him; it started out as superficial, but it developed into an actual more deep attraction when he invited her in to listen to him play. She’d sort of push herself to talk to him and hang out with him, but for the most part, she knew not to explicitly flirt with him (not that he’d really have minded in the game but yeah). Occasionally she’d be a little bit forwards with him by accident (see: teaching him how to do “sexy moves” at Brian’s party), but wouldn’t express explicit attraction to him until when he asked her to homecoming and admitted he did like her. 

And once she knew that he liked her back, she was much more comfortable with explicitly making romantic gestures/moves onto him. I’d never gotten that far with any of my high school crushes, but if I had, I certainly would have been the same. (It’s also worth noting that the more I replay the series, the more I feel like Aiden and I both share similar qualities as well, so naturally I envision Evie as someone who can relate to him). 

A final MAJOR way in which Evie and I are very similar is how very GNC we are. I’d say Evie is a lot more openly masc/butch leaning than I am, especially appearance wise (as much as I wish I did, I do not have defined muscles like Evie does, lol). She prefers to keep her hair short; she loves masc clothing like pantsuits, tuxes, boxers, and swim trunks, and she takes pride in her more masc body figure. Similar to me as well, there are a few feminine-associated things (for lack of better wording), such as flowers, glittery/sparkly patterns, heart shapes, general cute stuff, etc., that you can pry from her cold, dead hands. But there are certainly a lot of feminine-associated things she has a distaste for indulging in, such as wearing short shorts or high heels or doing cheerleading– not because they’re “feminine,” but quite simply because they just aren’t her thing. We also both have major bottom dysphoria and would rather die than ever get pregnant. 

3.. What is most important to Evie? What is their motivation in life?

Stability. 

Not just being sure that she can end up in a good point in life and nothing changes from that, but also being sure that if things do change, she will be able to manage it. Even when things are at their worst point, she wants to do what she can to fix the problem and make the situation better. 

For a lot of her life, Evie has been very unsure about what specific thing she’d want to be doing in the future, and while she agrees with the “it’s okay if it takes a little longer for you to decide” sentiment that people tell her, she does also know that she can’t spend her whole life indecisive, and the fact that she’s still figuring things out frustrates her sometimes. And as I’ve mentioned before, her and her dad’s move to Cedar Cove was initially very hard on her. Even as she gets settled in Berry and Cedar Cove, she worries about anything that could possibly disrupt it. 

A big contributor to her drive for stability is her parents’ history. After her dad Scott and Emma’s mom Julia had gone their separate ways with university as per canon, he’d eventually meet a woman in his year but with a different major. Her name was Rani, and he’d fall in love with and marry her after they’d both got their graduate degrees. Rani eventually became pregnant, but it was only a few months into the pregnancy when she realized she was not interested in being a parent. 

Scott, of course, had always wanted to be a dad, but he respected Rani’s decision. So, due to this contrast of life goals, the two divorced on amicable terms. Rani was okay with carrying the baby AKA Evie to term (though Scott was okay with it if she wanted to terminate the pregnancy), and after that she’d simply take on the title of being Evie’s Auntie Rani. And it was heartbreaking for both of them because they were otherwise a perfect match.

Evie knew the full story growing up, and while she did not resent Rani at all for leaving, knowing that story had amplified her own cautiousness– particularly when it came to her own romance. She’d crushed on Aiden, wanted to be official with him, and fell in love with him long before he did with her for each of those points, but she didn’t want to push anything too suddenly onto him. Often, she’d wait until moments, such as when Aiden confessed to liking her after asking her to homecoming or when he confessed he loved her at prom, before she’d start taking things further. She wouldn’t express romantic gestures and attraction to him until after he said he liked her. She wouldn’t confess her love to him until after he confessed to her. 

That doesn’t mean she’d never initiate, though. She’s the one who took Aiden outside to talk about becoming official, even though he ended up being the one to ask her to be his girlfriend. After their moment on Hearst’s rooftop, she had started making plans to ask him to be her date to homecoming (but of course, Aiden beat her to it). And she was the one to (as per my headcanons) dip him in their first dance at homecoming and (as per canon) initiate their first kiss during that dance. 

And make no mistake, all those moments– learning Aiden liked her, having a steady relationship with him that year, to the point of them becoming official in late February and him confessing he loved her at the end of prom, and seeing Aiden become a more confident and self-assured person throughout their relationship… she was incredibly happy about all of it. But in the back of her mind, she sometimes couldn’t help but think it to be too good to be true. Sometimes she feared that they’d end up the same way her dad and her Auntie Rani did: a seemingly perfect couple at first, all until one singular but major area of incompatibility. 

Later on in their relationship, she would start to become fussy over making sure Aiden actually enjoyed what he was doing with her, telling him she didn’t want to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do. This would become a point of contention between them, as Aiden would be a little upset at Evie not being fully sure in his choices. But in the end, they’d be able to work it out together. To this day she still isn’t fully sure about what she’d do if she and Aiden ended up separating, but she would become better at being able to manage any difficulties or disagreements between them. She would do what she could to better the situation. The two would eventually get married (Evie being the one to propose), having talked about it prior and both being sure that they were happy with each other.

As for everything else in her life? She does slowly become more welcoming to change. As of now, I don’t imagine her going through a lot of sudden changes in her life, but she does become more comfortable with the idea. A year after they marry, Aiden and Evie move out of Evie’s old house and into a cozy apartment in the Bay Area, and then move back into Cedar Cove but in their own home when they decide they want to have kids. Events like these where Evie does have a bit more control over the situation, do help her get used to the idea of major change. 

4.. What are Evie's biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Evie loathes gender essentialism, gender complementarianism, TERFs, and the like (Then again, any person with common sense would loathe those things, haha). But especially as someone who is very openly and proudly GNC, she just absolutely loathes them. She hasn’t experienced a lot of direct bigotry from TERFs herself, but to put it briefly, she’s been paying attention to their behaviors, and she’s not having any of their bullshit. Especially not with their blatantly two-faced behaviors towards GNC cis people (especially cis female athletes with even the smallest bit of “masculine” features, AKA people like her3). All the more reason why she sings her praises to Berry for having co-ed sports.

For something on a lighter note… she can’t stand spicy food despite her South Asian heritage. A bit of mild spice is alright, but very spicy food is just… she doesn’t get the appeal at all. She’s generally a very picky eater, even being averse to most South Asian dishes. And overly spicy food is probably the bane of her picky eater existence. 

I imagine she just also dislikes… bullies in general. In her old schools, she would get bullied quite a bit, but she never quite knew how to stand up to them. So at Berry, she does try to change that, starting with standing up for her friends (like Emma) who get bullied. She aspires to be a protective girlfriend to Aiden and an overall reliable friend. It’s not always easy– such as when Isa and the hall monitors screw over Aiden and band and cheer, when band and cheer turn on the basketball team, or when Max and Kara frame her for sabotage. But she doesn’t let it stop her. She always tries to get through it, one way or another. 

5.. If Evie could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

I’m not fully sure, honestly. I imagine there are lots of things she’d want to change. 

Although it’s a bit more general, Evie would change… a lot of her past. She has way too many moments of “I look back on this thing I did in the past, and I fucking cringe at it.” She knows she’s grown from all that and has become a much better person, but it’s just hard for her to not feel bad about herself over her past mistakes. 

For something that’s a little more specific, her parental situation is something she’s sometimes wished she could change. To reiterate, she does not resent Rani for leaving and understands why she did. But there have been times when she’s wished that Rani and Scott never separated. From what Scott had told her, Rani sounded freaking awesome to her, and she imagined she’d have loved having her as a mom, along with Scott as her dad.

Rani would sometimes visit them, taking on more of a title of being Evie’s Auntie. But she wouldn’t visit often because it could be very awkward knowing the past, especially so when she and Scott hadn’t fully moved past their feelings for each other. 

Evie and Scott have had a very healthy relationship, but the situation with Rani has created some confusion for both of them. With Scott, he’s often feeling guilt. He’d told Rani that he was okay if she didn’t want to carry the pregnancy to term– Evie knows this and understands, but he sometimes feels guilty for having felt that way about Evie, even though it was before she was born. But he also sometimes feels guilty about giving Rani a pregnancy she ended up not wanting and seeing her carry that pregnancy to term even after realizing that, even though she had agreed to it at first and agreed to carry it to term anyways. 

I headcanon a big part of why he’s extra sweet to Evie, on top of her being his daughter, is the fact that he sort of considers himself lucky to have ended up with Evie. Rani chose to carry the pregnancy to term, even though both she and Scott were well aware that she was in every right not to. He’s always wanted to be a dad, and he got just that. So he tries his best to not take her decision for granted. 

With Evie, she’s certainly fine with having just Scott, but she’s known the story of Scott and Rani’s separation ever since she was very young and it’s hard for her not to feel like she missed out on having Rani as a mother figure. But she also sometimes feels guilty for feeling that way, knowing Rani did not want to be a mother. 

At one point or another though, she does come to terms with her parental situation. Rani would come to visit more often when she could as she and Scott were eventually able to move on from each other. 

6.. What is Evie’s favorite quote or song?

I don’t think Evie can really pick just one song, haha. Though Evie can't play an instrument for shit, let alone compose a song and a lot of the musical terminology Aiden uses is mostly just pure jargon nonsense to her… she's quite the enthusiast for good songs and soundtracks. 

She excitedly raves to Aiden about her favorite soundtracks from movies, video games, TV shows, etc. Often, she'll even recommend a show or movie to him partly on the basis of it having a bomb-ass soundtrack and almost 100% of the time, he will enjoy it, and they'll rave about the best parts of the soundtrack together. 

So it’s a little hard for Evie to pick just one song (or one quote, for that matter). Probably something Aiden composed for her, but I’m not sure. 

7.. Is there anything else you’d like to share about Evie? 

I guess I’d like to ramble a bit about how fun it is to build the character of my OG HSS MC, both within the game and outside of it. 

In Choices, I generally tend to prefer MCs with a more open-ended backstory and especially choices in what kind of personality they have and how they respond/behave/act. I know even the most choice-based story can’t account for every single granular detail about what we want for our MCs, but most of the time I just like being able to decide *who* my MC is whenever fitting. I like being able to make choices for the MC, and create my own backstory for them that sort of informs said choices, maybe even make two different versions of the MC that feel like completely different people from one another. (Truth be told, I’m a fan of any MC that’s allowed to have a spine and be proactive in the story, but the ones that are flexible in their character score extra major points with me). 

OG HSS is definitely a series that allows for stuff like that, which is part of why both the trilogy and the MC are my favorites of all Choices. There’s a lot of variety in the kind of story experience you can have, and probably only two or three moments where default dialogue made me go “Evie would not say that”. Honestly, I don’t think the series would have had nearly as much of an impact if MC had only one activity they could do, or one singular specific backstory for Scott and their mom and their old school. 

Although I haven’t really played as a MC other than “Evie Ayana” in any of my 7 playthroughs, I have tried a couple of different choices and routes for her. Once I’ve had her as a band kid instead of a jock, and I loved all the extra moments she could get with Aiden. Twice I’ve had her romance Michael, and as much as Evie would be attracted to him, they do not have all that much romantic chemistry (and so I’m making a new HSS MC for his route). One time I’ve even had Evie try and side against her own team at the basketball game in Book 2… and oh my God, it was so puke-inducingly out-of-character for Evie that I had to scrub it from my HSS screenshots history. 

Once I’ve deliberately made mostly bad choices for her (outside of her activity), and it was quite interesting to see outcomes such as losing the baseball game, losing homecoming crown and guest-of-honor-– and most notably, how she can lose her tryouts spot to her respective Hearst rival if she’s been mostly awful to the Hearst kids, even if she’s otherwise good at the actual tryouts. Like hello? I can make my MC not be nice? And face consequences for it? I like. I’ve sometimes seen the HSS MC get flak for being “too perfect” or “too much of a fantasy” or “not having much personality”, and I’m just like, “Honey, with all due respect… they’re only perfect because you made them that way.”

I’ll admit, with the most recent playthrough I did to record Evie’s official storyline, I did make the choices that would lead to the “good” outcomes. But with most of it, I was just making whatever choices felt right for the kind of character I wanted for Evie and then let things take their course. I wanted her to be someone who was fairly good at her sports. I wanted her to become someone who tries to step up and be a leader, and someone who is outspoken about her opinions and stays true to them, but also knows her boundaries. But sometimes she can act without thinking and that does make her very self-conscious a lot of the time, even as she becomes more confident throughout her time at Berry. Some of it was more intentional– I did want her to be fairly competent at her activities. But other stuff like the homecoming/prom crowns felt more like bonus things for her. 

Fun Fact: during my most recent playthrough, where I was recording the official choices and outcomes in the story for Evie, I kind of wanted a way to represent her lack of experience in baseball since I headcanon it’s Evie’s first time doing the sport. So what I did was I just took my glasses off and backed away from the phone screen a bit when the minigame choices were in session. And Evie did miss a few of the throws, but performed mostly successfully in the end, getting the tryouts spot and winning the baseball game.

I’ve actually gone through a couple of different “canons” for Evie, throughout each of my 7 playthroughs of the story. I’ve tried different routes and options for the sake of trying them out, but there are quite a few choices I’d imagined as “canon” for her that are now different. When I first played the trilogy, Evie was actually named “Cady Heron” after the main character of Mean Girls, my favorite HS-based movie (Scott calling her “Cady-bear” all the time is how I came up with my username). She had the blonde beachy waves hairstyle in the first book, and was a bit more openly flirtatious with the characters she liked (Aiden, Michael, and Maria), she told Koh’s secret to Isa out of panic and thinking that it would get Isa off of Koh’s back. I imagined her having figured out clear goals for herself by the end of the first day: take down Brian and Zoe, and get with Aiden+Michael+Maria. 

But upon developing her character, I was sort of trying to make her a bit more like me. With that in consideration, Evie would have been someone who wouldn’t be so openly forward and would take secret-keeping pretty seriously. In my “Evie’s official choices” playthrough I did have her slip the secret to Isa, but it felt so wrong, and so I had to restart the chapter right after the choice in order to choose otherwise. 

And I am planning to make a couple more OG HSS MCs too. One will be a male MC named Alan Parke, a cheerleader who is a total diva– he’ll romance either Maria or Emma, and he’ll be very flirty, preppy, and pompous. Book 3 would be a sort of a character arc for him where he may have to set his self-aggrandizing habits aside as he comes to sympathize with fellow male cheerleader Kieran, with whom he’s competing in tryouts. Another will be a female MC named Violet Jones, the one I’ll have to romance Michael. She’ll be a lot more suave and no-nonsense– she hates self-policing and is a lot more quick to call people out on their crap whenever she can, and will certainly have a lot more romantic chemistry with Michael than Evie did. 

And I’m definitely gonna have one or two MCs that are utter screw-ups at everything in the game– crap at their activities, they don’t win the dance titles, they’re cold to the Hearst kids. And I also wanna do a couple of playthroughs that switch activities between books. Some that are more slow-burn in their romances. I’m even planning an “AU/alternate timeline” playthrough where Evie tries band (and is mostly crap at it). Agh, there are so many route combinations I wanna do in HSS! 

Bottom line: it’s just really fun to give my MCs their personalities and make them feel like my own, and it especially applies with Evie. It brings me joy to build her character and share/discuss it with the fandom here (as well as seeing how others build their MCs too)! 

[liviusofpella]

ONE SHOT: Princeling

Pairing: Tyril x (MC) Selene AU

Word count: 2800

Warnings: It's a smut, ok? Minors pls dni

A/n: Kinda enemies to lovers to enemies, kinda the result of a kinky thought at 2am. Fantasy politics. Don't read too much into it. Embrace the horny.

Tag list: @cashweasel @brycesgirl @watatsumi-island @sophie-summer @lilyoffandoms (if I forgot about someone I'm really sorry, keeping my taglist up-to-date proved to be impossible with my goldfish memory and the belief that "I'LL REMEMBER I DON'T HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN) @choicesficwriterscreations

He tapped his fingers on the desk nervously, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She was running late. She was never late. His heart pounded at the very thought that the guards caught her, but he immediately reassured himself, thinking that she was a master charmer and a family member of the King's advisor—nobody should question her presence in the palace. Selene knew how to manipulate like nobody else.

Unable to stay in one place, Tyril opened the balcony door, trying to get as much fresh air into the room as possible despite the high humidity. The palace was located in the Valley of the Rhine, overgrown with ever blooming greenery, which only added to the feeble air circulation caused by the tropical climate of the kingdom. He ran a hand through his long hair, wet at the base, and took a deep breath. No use, the air outside was just as still as inside. 

Tyril, with his back against the balcony’s pillar, rubbed his tired eyes. He was being ridiculous. 

"Long day, Prince?"

His head perked up at the sound of her voice.

"Yes. However, we finally got to the pleasurable part," he responded, trying his best to contain the smile that tried to bloom on his face at her sight. “You’re late.”

Selene locked the door, taking her time with the answer, trying to determine the prince’s mood. Having grown up learning his behaviour, two words were enough to decipher what was happening in his mind. He was tired and perhaps still sore after the morning's sword fighting training which, according to a rumour, ended rather badly for the prince. 

She made her way towards him, slowly, gracefully, never breaking eye contact. It was a game, a contest with no particular goal, one that originated almost a decade earlier when she was first officially introduced at the palace as the daughter of Lord Vinsant, a respected and esteemed royal advisor who has been performing his duty for over thirty years. Selene vividly remembered the young prince, standing next to the King, as stiff as a board but smiling impudently, holding her gaze as if looking away equalled death. 

She wrapped her arms around his stomach, veiled by a silk robe. "Mal held me back."

Tyril nodded imperceptibly. 

"Did he ask you to hurry up and give him an answer already?"

"Don't spoil the mood."

The corner of his lips raised slightly, against his will and to hide his discomfort, his palm cupped Selene's face. "You look decent tonight."

She raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Decent? Decent is all I get for standing in the fitting room for three hours?"

"You know no humility."

"I know I deserve more than what you give me."

Tyril swallowed, his gaze slipping to her lips in a futile attempt to end the conversation. Although she meant it in a different context, she was right. She deserved more from him. 

Selene shook her head, changing the subject. 

"Let me take care of you, prince Tyril," she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. A barely audible "please" left his lips, just seconds before her tongue slid across his lower lip. 

Tyril would never admit what Selene's been aware of for years, the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew how to press his buttons, how to please him, how to make him believe her wishes and intentions were his own. The day he realised how she's played him, he gave her the best sex of her life. For the next week he was insufferable, bitter and twisted, making everyone's life unbearable, but it was worth it. 

"That must've been painful," mumbling into his lips, she outlined the black bruise on his hip when his pants fell to the ground. Tyril ignored the remark, focusing on undoing the most intricate clasp he'd ever seen. 

"You did that on purpose," he mumbled.

"I like to watch you struggle."

Exasperated, Tyril wasted no time once the dress pooled at their feet—holding her firmly, he lifted her up and slid inside her when her back touched the cold wall. She bit back a moan, and Tyril cursed under his breath. He's waited almost a month to hear a moan coming out of her mouth.

"I'm glad there's still a way to make you stop talking," he panted into her mouth, and his grip on her thighs tightened, making sure to leave a mark. "But that's the wrong moment."

"Let me be the judge of that."

"I won't move until those pretty lips make the sound I want to hear."

"Can you last that long?"

"Can you?"

His hand wandered around her stomach to finally land in the place she wanted him the most, pressing and stroking the swollen nub. Having lost her resolve within seconds, Selene moaned, ready to beg and promise sweet nothings just to make him move.

He smiled defiantly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

His hand, the one that rested between her legs, moved to cup her chin, but she intercepted it, guiding it back there. "It's staying there."

Being a frequent presence at the royal court, Selene knew all the gossip and news, which was made her a dangerous enemy. There was one rumour going around, though, that she could confirm—the royal dick was exquisite, and she found herself lucky to be the only one to have tasted it. 

She felt him leaving a love mark on hear collarbone but at that moment she could not care less, not when his hips did its wonders. The worrying could come later.

"Imagine the scandal if we were spotted," he gasped into her mouth, holding her tight against the wall, buried deep inside her warm core. Despite her best efforts to snap back, tease, anything really, all that left her throat were quiet whimpers. "You're trouble, my darling."

"Even if the news of our affair had spread, you wouldn't have suffered any consequences, Princeling."

"It's a bad fame all the same," he rasped before a particularly deep thrust. "The monarchy cannot be perceived as weak," another thrust. A quiet moan escaped his lips, and his left hand clasped around the base of Selene's throat, applying some pressure. "Do you understand?"

In a pathetic act of desperation, she tightened the grip of her legs around the Prince's waist, forcing him to step even closer, get even deeper. Mewling and squirming, writhing in his embrace, she would agree to anything. He allowed her to try and regain control, with parted, swollen lips and a flush on his cheeks, graciously allowed her to think she had him in her grasp. Feeling the familiar clenching of her muscles around him, Tyril tightened the grasp on her throat, lifting her head with his index finger, forcing her to look him in the eye. 

"I said, do you understand?" 

She nodded profusely, wrapping a hand around his.

"You will not be the fall of me."

"What makes you think I'd do that?"

"I know you, Lady Vinsant, you and your vindictive nature. Don't you dare try to destroy my legacy," he snapped. He felt her nails dig so deep into the skin of his back to draw blood. 

"Your entire legacy is the foundation of an elite whorehouse, Prince Starfury. I'd be afraid to catch the clap by touching the door handle," she stuttered out, panting. "Rest assured, I won't come close."

"You're forgetting your place."

"You're talking too much."

Seizing the opportunity, Selene guided his hand from her throat to her chest, to the part of her that always made his anger evaporate, his favourite toys, or rather stress balls. Having spent so much time with them, he learned to treat them with expert care and what to do to make it the most pleasurable experience for the owner. 

She allowed herself to rest, to let him do all the work, as her head rested against the wall and her embrace weakened slightly. For Tyril it was a sign that she was close, and thank heavens, because he's been trying his best to get her to finish first which was a massive fucking undertaking after a three-week-long abstinence. 

He relished those sinful sounds she made. At that moment, he'd swear those were the best piece of music to have ever been produced. Sober, he'd admitted to himself that the best thing he's ever heard was "You make me feel funny things." She was drunk, and that sentence was the culmination of a long speech about her growing up thinking he was the enemy, in which she implied over and over that she had feelings for him. They never discussed it as she didn't remember, and he wouldn't dare bring it up, but it's been often on his mind.

He did love to make her look like utter mess. A panting, sweaty, flushed mess, begging him to do things no lady should ever say out loud. That he did admit to her. And she took his words to heart.

"That's new," Selene hummed, softly dragging her finger across a long, red scar on his abdomen. Tyril watched her with his head resting against the headboard, calmly taking in the sight of her pink cheeks and the slightly turned-up nose. Having reached over to the night stand, he handed her a glass jar with salve, which she took wordlessly. As she busied herself with applying the cold, sticky mixture on the angry looking skin, Tyril wrapped a streak of her blonde hair around his finger, the only curled one due to high humidity in the valley. 

"A close encounter with a harpy."

"Why do you do that? Why go out into the unknown when you have an army ready to grub up the entire greenery surrounding the castle?"

"For the thrill, I suppose. The castle becomes dull after a while, let alone after almost thirty years," he responded with a shrug, letting go of her hair and taking a look around the spacious chamber. 

Selene raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you let Círdan defeat you this morning?"

"Why do you find it so hard to believe I simply lost this time? Círdan is the teacher, after all—he is supposed to be better than me. Otherwise, he would have nothing to teach me."

Selene snorted. She leaned over him, placing the jar on the night stand, her knee accidentally touching his crotch. 

An innocent smiled stretched on her lips as she saw him clench his jaw. "A harpy wasn't able to defeat you, but Círdan was?"

"Stop talking," he growled. 

She knew. Perhaps she'd known for a long time, and it was him who was oblivious to the obvious. He put himself in dangerous positions just to get a boost of adrenaline, a dangerous tactic, especially practised by an overconfident and stuck up prince. 

"Make me."

There was no foreplay in their case ever. They kept teasing each other, yes, but simply because that's how they preferred to get the deed done. That's why Tyril pushed her legs apart and placed himself between them, almost without a word. "I can go all night, love, but by midnight you'd lose your voice."

"I'm glad you still know your place, prince."

The way this man knew exactly how to please her made question his truthfulness—he swore she was his first, but his skills made him seem to be very much experienced, thus, he was either lying or just that talented. Whichever option it was, Selene was just glad she got to experience that before she died—she doubted anyone would ever make her feel that good again. 

When his hands reached over towards her chest, she knew it was over for her, it always went down the exact same way. His tongue worked relentlessly and excellently, the affirmation of that could probably be heard even by the guards passing by that side of the palace. Infuriatingly enough, he made it a point of honour not to use his fingers, so Selene instructed him to at least be a bit rougher with her breasts. She held a spark of hope when suddenly her legs began to tremble and his hands went back to keep them from strangling him—yet the prince remained ignorant of her shameless pleas. 

The climax was much more intense than they'd both expected, but as Selene lied spent in utter bliss, Tyril couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He left several wet kisses on the inside of her thighs and lazily rolled out of the embrace of her warmest part to lie next to her.

"The match has been made," Tyril spoke up once his breath evened out. Selene hummed against his neck, encouraging him to elaborate, as she took deep breaths, trying to calm down her pounding heart. 

"It's your friend, Lady Ade—"

"Who made that call?"

He swallowed, rapidly thinking of all the possible outcomes of this conversation. Perhaps he made a mistake by bringing up that subject.

"The King."

She nodded. The most important task now was to convince herself it was better that way.

"What about you? Have you made the decision yet? You can't keep them waiting, Selene, unless your plan is for them to give you up," he murmured, tenderly stroking her back. "You have to accept a suitor."

"I'm good."

He sighed. Tyril knew she waited for him to take matters into his own hands and choose her, to stand up to his father, to rule the land in a way that would bring prosperity and calmness. Meanwhile, she was right, his only achievement was founding a high quality house of ill repute. 

"I can't give you what you desire, my darling."

She propped her head on one hand, the other she rested on his cheek, stroking it tenderly. A smile stretched on her lips at the similarity of his eyes to the ocean she's seen recently. Calm, peaceful, yet hiding unbounded amounts of power, rage, and destruction. Instead of saying, "I know," she licked her lower lip and kissed him, slowly and tenderly, relishing in the feeling of his tongue against hers. "Be good to her, Tyril," she whispered instead, and untangled herself from his embrace. 

Tyril suddenly felt overwhelmed by the spreading panic as he watched her dress herself and approach the door. 

"It pains me to think of you with someone else, but it has to be done. You were never mine, I don't have the right to ask you to stay."

"I was yours over and over again," she mumbled. "All you had to do was speak up–"

"It wouldn't have changed anything, Selene. Your knowledge of the power relations in the palace is faulty. As long as the King reigns, no one in his family has the right to decide for themselves."

"And Adeline, of all people," she continued, fighting with the zip of her dress. Murmuring to herself, she collected her belongings, careful not to forget anything since she was probably never coming back there. She halted her actions when she'd realised Tyril became quiet a while ago. Suspiciously quiet. She came closer to him, searching for an answer in his profile. For the first time, he didn't dare look her in the eye, and that very fact made her feel a pit in her stomach. Thinking of all their encounters, of her audiences with the Royal Family, balls and trainings, she couldn't come up with the reason for his behaviour. 

"Her father is a very influential man–"

"No," she snapped. "Don't you dare lie to me now. Look at me."

It was unusual to see the prince so uncomfortable. In a different situation, she'd gloat. Now she had to stop herself from clenching her hand on his jaw and crushing that spoilt pretty face. 

"It was a decade ago. It was her mother who spread the rumours about you," he said low, his gaze dropping to her clenched jaw. "You've been out of the competition since then. That was the cost of your father retaining his position. A marriage with you would weaken us."

His hand itched to wipe the tear that rolled down her rosy cheek. 

"You used me," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I've come here every week for a year. We've known each other since we were children," she blinked, trying to get rid of the tears gathering in her eyes. She felt her body shaking with rage and desperation. He betrayed her. "You've known and didn't think of telling me. Instead, you watched me abase myself before you and–"

"Don't pretend that you didn't come here out of your own volition to get properly fucked–”

Slap. Tyril snorted.

"I've never regretted not having a knife in my hand as much as I do right now."

"If you want to make me the villain, go ahead. You're in no position to actually hurt me."

Selene shook his head in disbelief. Was it a game for game since the very beginning? It certainly didn't feel so at the moment, but perhaps he was just that good of a manipulator. More than at him, she was angry with herself for actually believing he was different from what everyone around her said.

"Watch your back, Princeling."

[jerzwriter]

Improvision

Newlyweds Ethan & Kaycee volunteer to work on Thanksgiving Day, but when their plan for a simple dinner together goes awry, Kaycee gets creative to make the day special.

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Words: 1,550 Rating: Teen A/N: Based on this three-word ask. Thank you; it gave me a great idea for this year's Thanksgiving fic! I hope you enjoy it! Participating in @choicesnovchallenge - Thanksgiving and @choicesholidays - ... but it's tradition and @choicesficwriterscreations CFWC Holidays.

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Kaycee was proud of herself. In the middle of the most chaotic emergency room she had ever seen, she managed to bandage her patient’s hand more quickly than ever before, and he didn’t even wince once. Better said, he didn’t wince because of anything Kaycee did, but every time he caught sight of his wife’s icy glare, he flinched plenty.

“Now, remember,” Kaycee instructed. “Follow the burn protocol to a T, or you’ll be back here with a nasty infection in no time.”

“I know, doc,” the middle-aged man grinned. “I’ll do as I’m told.”

“Ha!” his wife blurted. “If you did as you were told, we wouldn’t be here! I told him, no frying the turkey! But did he listen to me? No!”

“There’s nothing wrong with frying a turkey,” the man insisted. “I burned my hand because you startled me!”

“I startled you!” She gasped. “All I did was walk into the kitchen.”

Kaycee began to reply but was halted by a booming voice entering the room.

“Mr. Johnson?”

The middle-aged man turned with a broad smile. “Dr. Ramsey! Fancy meeting you here.”

“Yes,” Ethan snickered, “running into your doctor at the hospital... mind-blowing coincidence.”

“It’s a coincidence on Thanksgiving Day! You must have enough seniority to get the holidays off by now! Leave that to the young ones like this,” he gestured at Kaycee.

Ethan grinned as he placed a hand on Kaycee’s shoulder. “Well, my wife and I volunteer to work on Thanksgiving. It gives the staff with children time with their families.”

“Your wife!” The patient and his wife gasped in unison. “When did this happen?” the man asked.

“Four months ago,” Kaycee winked. “And for the record, I’m not that much younger than him.”   

“Well, congratulations!” The wife beamed. “But promise me, if you start taking Thanksgivings off one day, do yourself a favor... don’t go frying any turkeys!”

“I’ll take that on advisement,” Ethan smiled.

After reviewing discharge instructions one last time, the couple scampered off, and Kaycee’s brow furrowed as she looked over the long list of patients still waiting for care.   

“Babe, I know we said we’d have dinner together in your office at four, but...”

“But it’s not looking too good.” He crossed the room and placed a kiss atop her head. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll pass by the cafeteria and pick up two turkey dinners. We’ll eat when we can eat.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, about to kiss her husband when his name blared out over the intercom.

“Sometimes, I really hate that pager,” Kaycee grumbled.

“As do I,” he sighed. “Let me deal with whatever that is, then I’ll pick up our meals.”

“You do that,” she said with a kiss on his cheek, then signaled the nurse for her next patient.

~~~~~

Several hours later, a famished Kaycee popped into Ethan’s empty office. Her husband wasn’t there yet, but she didn’t think he’d mind if she had just a bit of her bland cafeteria dinner. With her stomach grumbling, she opened the fridge, only to find a couple bottles of water on otherwise empty shelves.

“What the...”

She texted Ethan, and when he didn’t reply, she knew his emergency was more than they had anticipated. Realizing the cafeteria was about to close, she took off in its direction, arriving just before the doors were shut.

“Wait, wait!” she hollered. “Rita, wait!”

The exhausted cafeteria manager turned to Kaycee wearily. “I’ll let you in, but only because I like you.”

“And I love you, Rita!” Kaycee enthused. “I’ll make it quick, I swear. Can I just get two turkey dinners to go?”

“Turkey dinners,” Rita scoffed. “Doctor, that was kind of a big seller today; you should have been here two hours ago if you wanted that.”

Kaycee’s shoulders slumped with disappointment. “I was afraid of that. Well, do you still have any part of the meal available? Cranberry sauce? Stuffing? Anything?”

Rita walked behind the counter and opened a fridge. She held a handful of cold, roast turkey breast in her gloved hand. “This is all I have left. Want it?”

Kaycee nodded a resigned sigh. “Yeah, it’s better than nothing, I suppose. I’ll scavenge around the hospital and see if I can find some things to go with it.”

“I hear it goes great with a side of Geyser’s from the vending machine,” Rita teased.

Kaycee smiled, recalling her and Ethan’s history with Geyser’s, but somehow she still didn’t think she could sell him on the idea of it as a side dish.

“Yeah, Ethan would love that,” she laughed when something caught her eye. “Hey...” she said, pointing at a few flour tortillas. “Can I buy those, too?”

“Sure, don’t see why not.” Rita quickly rang up the order, and Kaycee’s scavenger hunt began.

Her first stop was the attending’s lounge. There was always something lying around there. But the only thing she found was a few packets of mayonnaise. Using her best persuasion skills, she convinced Dr. Corez from oncology to donate her side salad to the cause. But she needed something more. She decided to head to the best place to find food lying around, especially on holidays... the nurses’ station. But even there, she found slim pickings. 

“I wish I had known,” Maureen shrugged. “I would have gladly put some food from our buffet aside for you. I have about a cupful of mashed potatoes and corn left. You’re welcome to those.”

“I’ll take it!” Kaycee accepted, catching Bryce about to toss his plate out of the corner of her eye.  

“BRYCE!” She yelled. “Don’t.”

Startled, her friend jumped as he turned her way. “What?”

“Why are you throwing away that perfectly good cranberry sauce?” She demanded.

“Uhm, because there is no such thing as ‘perfectly good cranberry sauce.’ The stuff is gross.”

“That, my friend, is subjective. Have you slobered on it?”

Bryce looked at her as if she had two heads. “Uh, no. I just told you, cranberry sauce is gross.”

“Good!” she smiled. “Then hand it over.”

“Gladly, but... what are you doing.”

“I’m making some lemonade out of lemons, or in this case, cranberry juice out of....” Floundering, she looked at her friend in defeat. “I’m sorry, I’m on three hours of sleep. I’ve got nothing.”

“We can’t all be as witty as I am,” Bryce grinned. “But I’m happy to donate my cranberries to the cause... whatever the cause may be.”

“I appreciate your blind support,” Kaycee smiled as she took off to complete her mission.

~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Kaycee was putting the finishing touches on her project when an exhausted Ethan shuffled into his office.

“Hey,” she smiled, attempting to divert him from her surprise. “That was some emergency.”

“You have no idea,” he groaned. “Would you like all the gory details?”

“Of course! But not now. If I don’t eat soon, I think I’ll be the next emergency.”

“EAT!” Ethan yelled, smacking himself in the head. “I completely forgot about getting our dinners. I’m sorry, honey. Maybe the Chinese food place on Staniford is open. We could order from there.”

“Hon, have you not watched The Christmas Story? Chinese is for Christmas. On Thanksgiving, we must have turkey.”

“Then, I believe I have failed you.”

“I know,” she smiled mockingly. “But I’ve got your back!”

Turning his head toward the back of his office, she gestured widely at a side table strewn with bits of food. “Viola!”

“What’s... what’s that?”

“It’s our turkey taco bar! A little untraditional, I know... but so are we, so... what the hell?”

“A turkey, taco bar?” he chuckled.

“Yes!” She beamed as she began to rattle off how she came across each item on the table. “... so, then I cut some parsley from the plant Naveen has in his office, and those...”

“Are those GEYSER’S,” Ethan asked in horror. “You don’t expect me to put Geyser’s on my turkey tacos, do you?”

“Not unless you’ve been hitting the ether,” Kaycee laughed. “I put those there for symbolic purposes only. Or, you know, for dessert.”

Ethan turned and took his wife in his arms, placing a tender kiss atop her head.

“I have to give it to you. Sure, it’s a bit... unorthodox, but this is definitely a Thanksgiving dinner to remember.”

“You like it?” She grinned.

“I do, besides... it’s you and me together, and that’s all that matters.”

After putting together the most creative tacos they could, they sat on the floor picnic-style to eat.

“You know,” Kaycee mumbled with a full mouth. “I thought this would be gross... but it’s not half bad. It’s like a mini turkey dinner in burrito form, and I’m here for it.”

“Well, I don’t think it will be on my regular meal rotation,” Ethan smiled. “But I’ll be looking forward to it every year on Thanksgiving.”

“Every Thanksgiving?” Kaycee asked with a raised brow.

“Sure. This is how traditions are born.”

As a newly married couple, Kaycee had been eager to start their own holiday traditions, so this was music to her ears.

“So I started a tradition?”

“You absolutely did. Happy Thanksgiving, baby.”

Kaycee's face was aglow when she reached over to wipe a dollop of mayonnaise from her husband’s chin. “Happy Thanksgiving to you, Dr. Ramsey.”

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Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold Masterlist

A/N: while not every scene or drabble contains adult content, please note that Starlight as a series is rated Explicit overall

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Hunted: Mini Deleted Scene (from Starlight CH28) Luca and Cas banter (plus two bonus cut mini scenes)

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[reveluving]

the highlight of his day

summary: Maintaining academic excellence may be Beckett’s top priority, but he'll always make time for the person who matters most to him.

pairing: beckett harrington x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage) 

warnings: fluff, NSFW due to brief mentions of explicit sexual content, so minors DNI!, post-canon/Junior year

a/n: after my recent post, I thought this was the best way to channel my sadness! this is written in a reader insert-style, so it can be you or your OC as the MC we know! I just want y’all to join this Harrington love fest with me lol and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations​ with the prompts (Nice); "My favorite part of the day is seeing your face." & Coffee Shop.

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge​ using the prompts (Flufftober); Blushing & Promises.

'"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.' ;

“So, there are mermaids down here?” Much like the rest of the group, one of them was in awe at the fact that one; the chances of seeing merfolks around are low but never zero and two; the view overlooking the crystal-clear lake. The sunlight filtering in and reflecting from the bridge produced a scenic glow, much like the effects of the Golden Hour potion was tasked with just two years ago. 

He held onto that memory so dearly, and it wasn't only because of the extra credit he earned. 

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

Beckett shook his head as soon as he felt his face getting warmer at the thought. Instead, he refocused on the group of freshmen he was chaperoning. The way they marveled at the picturesque scenery and pointed at the striking corals below them had him puffing up with pride. They were also hoping to spot a shimmery fin swimming by. But he had to admit, even after years of being in Penderghast, the view was like no other. It gave passersby a brief sense of calm as they go about their day. 

So far, the tour was going pretty well; from his first-ever warning of the school’s statue and its constant lookout for Atuneless intruders to the school's high-end gallery that could give famous museums worldwide a run for their money. He wanted the tour to be exciting just as it was informative. 

“Yes, though even sightings of them remain rare. Not even the ones who have been here their entire academic years were lucky enough to see them, given the merpeople’s suspicion of mankind’s reputation for exploitation and the like.” Beckett responded with ease. 

“Have you seen a mermaid, Mr Harrington?” He expected the question but definitely not the title he was given, though he tried not to show his surprise over it. He thought about the question for a moment, their curiosity piquing as seconds passed. He fought a smile, recalling the day Pend Pal hung out by the lake when they were blessed with the rare opportunity. 

“I have. Just a glimpse of its tail but a one-of-a-kind experience nonetheless.” He didn’t bother mentioning the time they were lucky enough to visit Lake Tempetua thanks to Zeph and his bucket list. He may love the limelight for his achievements but he’d rather save himself the time. This was about Penderghast, after all, "So, there may be a chance that one of you might see, too. And please, don't call me Mr Harrington. I can assure you that my 20th Birthday is only months away." They all chuckled. 

If it wasn’t for Pend Pals, he would’ve never realized that his dry or witty humour, as some would put it, was what made Beckett… well, Beckett.

“Shall we proceed?” The tour continued with them crossing the bridge, their chatters growing louder when they soon realized they were heading to the stadium. But rather than being in awe of the sport or even the stadium itself, some had other priorities.

“I heard one of their Earth-Att's really really hot.” Beckett couldn't drown out the remark, unfortunately. Not especially when they shrilled in excitement right after. Still, he had seen this coming the second he thought of bringing them to the stadium. 

Tuneless or not, jocks would always be the it-subject to swoon after, it seemed. And by the same clique who didn't understand personal space. His personal space, no less. They stopped trying eventually, seeing how showed zero to no reaction to their attempts or were silenced by his well-known glare, but that didn't mean they'd stopped giving him the eye from time to time. 

At least the stadium truly exceeded the entire group’s expectations, with their oohs and ahhs and Beckett’s new favourite ‘it’s even bigger than the one in Gildegraive!’. He had a hunch that the tour was going to derail from its purpose for a while, and frankly, he didn’t mind because he, too, had his own motives for coming here. With the underclassmen more focused on the arena's interior, Beckett took his chance. Though, it didn't take long for his sharp eyes to find the one person he's been dying to see for months now. 

The Sun-Att. 

His Sun-Att.

In the middle of the arena, there you stood, next to Zeph as he animatedly talked over the players standing before him. Most likely about their progress or even new tactics for future matches. Griffin, too, chipping in whenever necessary or if Zeph had missed something along the way. Beckett knew he had no chance of turning back, seeing how he naturally was able to spot you right away and honestly, he didn’t mind it one bit. 

Beckett and the group were only a few steps away from the team when you, Zeph and Griffin gave your final words and called it a day. Considering how Zeph and Griffin had blocked you from noticing the newcomers, you were about to walk with those who dispersed in the other direction when Zeph pulled you back to his side by your shoulders.

“Look who’s here,” He grinned, “Seems like B-Boy couldn’t wait to see you any longer, and he brought company. Loads of them.”

You blinked, preparing to ask what he had meant when you finally noticed the new set of company. You were really ever able to scan through their faces before beaming at the sight of the tour guide himself. You approached the group with a bounce in your step, with Griffin and Zeph following closely.

“Beckett!” Just having you in front of him had easily become the highlight of his day. No amount of calls, phone or video-wise could ever top being in your presence in itself. No matter how many times he’s glared at his sister for teasing him of missing you whenever he was seen zoning out during their family vacation, they both knew she was right. Hell, even their parents had caught wind of it.

“So, a Sun-Att, I hear?” Beckett choked on his soup, widening his eyes at his mother’s question. His parents were clearly delighted, and he didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably both, because they were already joining the teasing train with Katrina from then on. 

Still, he meant what he said about bringing you with him to his travels one day, though he has yet to bring up meeting his family. Not yet, at least. For now, he was going to make up for lost time. None of you had the time to see each other since your return just days ago, with him being appointed by Professor Englund with the new students and you helping your team out with early preparations.

“I see you’ve made some new friends,” You peered over his shoulder, waving back at them as they finally realised who you were. If the way he greeted you with your name in a much softer tone didn’t give it away, then the symbol on your jersey definitely did, “It’s not every day we see the Beckett Harrington coming here willingly, other than to watch us win the championships.”

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” 

“Well, I was just telling the freshmen about Penderghast’s continuous success in the leagues.”

“Yup, five times in a row, and hopefully it doesn’t end there!” Unbeknownst to Griffin, his toothy grin not only had ‘the clique’ squealing amongst themselves, but even the boys were extremely pumped just by the thought of being in the team. You've made room for Zeph to join, or rather, take your place in the conversation. While you love the game with your heart and soul, you knew Griffin and Zeph were better at marketing it. 

Hey, they were the ones who convinced you into joining the team, after all!

Soon, you were shoulder-to-shoulder with Beckett, minus the height difference, speaking to one another without looking away from the associating parties. 

“I meant what I said,” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye, “Seeing you here. I know we haven’t had the time, even though we’re both in the same building.”

“Hey, none of that.” He stopped you, “I should’ve at least stopped by your room as soon as I got here, but Professor Englund came to me the last minute and I—”

“Beckett,” You placed your hand on his bicep, running it up and down as a way to comfort him, “How about we both take the blame? It’s not even our first day and I’d rather not spend the precious time I have with my boyfriend talking about whose fault it is.”

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

“Fine, fine. We can save the headache for topics like Shreya’s endless plans with Serene and Sublime.”

“Or Professor Englund’s class, in a nutshell.” You both shared a laugh, forgetting your surroundings momentarily when you caught a new student pointing at something up top to his friend. You looked up in wonder, only to realise that they were so entranced by your familiar. Butterball had been gliding near the roof’s opening, where he basked in the sun since the end of practice rather than returning to the ether. 

Might as well make new friends, right?

“Butterball, come here, boy!” You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers at the lumian in an effort to grab his attention. The majestic serpentine stopped dead in his tracks, perking up when he realized it was you calling his name. His trill was loud enough to echo throughout the arena before diving headfirst towards your group. You’ve briefly forgotten that matured familiars weren’t common around campus, let alone a mega-evolved one like Butterball until the freshmen reacted apprehensively at his actual size and lightning speed. Some gasped while others tried to hide behind one another, though none of them fled, seeing how even Beckett wasn't moving.

As expected, Butterball had targeted Beckett, circling him from the bottom up before stopping right in front of him. Half of them staggered and swayed, unexpecting the gust of wind from his rapid moves.

“Hello to you too.” Beckett chuckled, returning his greeting with a couple of pets on the head. The coos released by your companion had brought the cautious students at ease, approaching him with less skepticism, "Everyone, meet Butterball. Her familiar.” He introduced the creature to them before motioning to you.

Butterball's feathers shook in excitement, nudging his head into the closest set of hands for pets. His cat-like behaviour instantly won their hearts, with some wanting to get a turn at giving him head scratches while the rest returned to Zeph and Griffin, eager to know more about the upcoming tryouts. 

"Do you mind if I borrow you for a sec?" Beckett raised his brows, more so intrigued than suspicious before calling out to them to take five. With their attention elsewhere, you slipped your hand into his, fingers intertwining before dragging him to the side of the bleachers. The spot wasn't far from the students' peripheral vision but enough for some sort of privacy. 

He opened his mouth in hopes of asking if everything was alright when you crashed your lips against his. You heard his breath hitched but he returned the gesture just as quick, only for you to break the kiss before he could even deepen it.

Your forwardness was not expected, as evidenced by his wide eyes. But with this newfound spot, he thought 'fuck it'. Remaining professional may be his top priority but he only had so much self-control. He caught you by surprise when he took a hold of your hands, pulling you in for a longer, much more passionate kiss. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling up the familiar material of his blazer while his very own held onto your hips. The second you felt his tongue prodding your bottom lip, your caresses turned to grips, slightly creasing his lapel in the process.

Upon hearing your little whines, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. Even with what was happening just a few feet away from you, the feeling of being in his arms after so long was too good to ignore. 

"What time will your practice end?" His eyes remained closed, fearing that he'd lose you just by opening them. 

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?" 

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered, his lips hovering over yours. There was so much devotion in his words and while you were flattered by his reassurance, you wanted to take your chance to do the same.

"Beckett, my favorite part of the day is seeing your face. The second I saw you here, I immediately forgot how tired I was!" Your hands slipped upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to be closer to him than you thought possible, "Just having you by my side is already a treat in itself, no matter where we are or what we do."  

That’s what he love about you, amongst other reason, that is. How easy you were able to decipher your feelings into words and how he hopes to do the same for you. He may have his difficulties every once in a while but as a Harrington, you knew he wasn't going to back down from a challenge, and that is what you love about him.

"Then I'll make sure we'll make the most of it," He promised, "I'll stop by your room at six, get dressed by then." 

"Oh, bossy, aren't you?" You teased him, only to gape at his defense.

"And not once have I heard you complain about it," He leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Not especially when we're in bed," It was your turn to look away, knowing he had a smirk on his face when you failed to respond, "So obedient whenever I tell you to take your clothes off, having an absolute beauty lay underneath me." 

"Beckett…" You gulped, always taken aback by this side of him.

"You have my word." The meaningful smile on his face was hard to resist, and just as you savoured the moment, Zeph's voice rang out.

"Hey, lovebirds! Sorry to interrupt but the captain's gonna need his star player ASAP!" You and Beckett looked at each other before sharing a laugh, your face growing hot whereas Beckett was no different, clearing his throat as if it was going to help with the way he blushed.

"After you." Ever the gentleman. You thanked him with a playful curtsy and headed back to the group, your boyfriend tagging along seconds after. The knowing looks on Griffin and Zeph's faces accompanied by the giggles and oohs of the freshmen had you wishing you could use your Super Speed spell and get the heck out of there. 

"Right, I hope you all learned a lot about Thief and had fun with Butterball but we should really continue," Beckett stroked the lumian's cheek, only to call your name, "Do you mind if we visit the Sun-Att Room before we conclude our tour? Just so they know what it looks like on the inside." 

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

"Be my guest! I'll let Atlas and Dean Swan know about it, just in case," You showed him an 'okay' sign before waving with Griffin and Zeph as the group departed, "Welcome to Penderghast, by the way!" 

"So… Mind telling me where we're going?" It’s been hours since the tour and just ten minutes since Beckett’s arrival at your doorstep. You were just about ready when he knocked on your door, opening it to find Beckett offering you a single Dreamshade flower. 

The number of times this man has made you feel fuzzy should not be healthy at this point. 

"Why spoil the surprise when I can just bring you there?" He turned the knob that led to Penn Square, filling you with anticipation as to what he had in mind. Walking hand in hand, you took in your surroundings; from Aster’s shop to the local bookstore, plus the familiar faces you’ve passed by. As the turn you both took became apparent, you turned to him in excitement. 

“Are we going where I think we’re going?” As if the universe heard you, you and Beckett coincidentally reached your destination; Cafe Sirene. The very coffee shop that held both your favorite treats and valuable memories. 

“Surprised?” 

“Not at all,” He held the door open for you, joining you to greet the staff behind the counter. Both of you ordered the usual; a slice of Raspberry Reverie and some hot chocolate before moving over to the window seat. 

“Have you stopped by the shop since we last saw each other?” He asked you before taking a sip of his drink.

“I did once! Atlas and I were craving something sweet and we just bought tons to try at home,” Hearing you talk about your time with your family was always thrilling. The sparkle in your eyes as you recalled them one by one. Stroganoff Sundays with Atlas and your mother, movie nights with foster parents, lazy days with Butterball and Navi. It was the least you deserve, considering the hardships you had gone through since your first year, “But y’know, it doesn’t beat coming here with you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck upon hearing your confession.

“But what about you? Anything interesting happened while you were in France?”

“Well, if you think visiting over five art galleries within two days is interesting, then sure,” He shrugged nonchalantly, only to hide his smile behind the cup, “But, personally, I’d say your beauty is just as mesmerizing as the art I’ve seen there.”

None of you had the time to react when you heard a chorus of squeals and giggles coming from the kitchen. Both of you turned to the source of the sound, only to find a handful of the staff, including the chef, eavesdropping behind the door. Seeing your eyes on them, they retreated, with one of them even let out a small, high-pitched scream. You hid your face, only to peek through your fingers and see Beckett covering his mouth, sharing your embarrassment. He looked anything but annoyed though, and with his free hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Let’s just eat, shall we?” You nodded, and the shyness you both had slowly disappeared. Your conversation went on smoothly as you fed each other the cake, all while watching the sunset and returning to your dorm with big smiles and high hopes for the future together.

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Love in all forms

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Characters: f!OC Alexis Ramsey, Tobias Carrick, Ethan Ramsey and f!MC Casey Ramsey

Category: Fluff ( a bit of angst)

Warnings: mentions of sexuality and coming out

Word count: 1726

Summary: After noting that Alexis has been out of sorts since new years, Casey brings back a Valentine’s Day tradition to show that she is loved, no matter what.

Disclaimer: Characters (except Alexis) belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note 1: submission for CFWC Valentine’s Day event. Prompt: MC going out of their way to show someone who is sad that they are loved on Valentine’s Day

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February 7th 2047.

To the outside world, everything appeared normal in the Ramsey household. Hudson was well into his Engineering degree at MIT, Alexis was applying for colleges and hoping to get into UPenn with an eye to completing medical school at Perelman as well. Edenbrook was still flourishing. Despite everything appearing well, both Casey and Ethan knew something was not right.

Ethan and Casey strived to be the parents that their kids were comfortable with talking to about personal matters, especially when it came to romantic relationships. But both Ethan and Casey had noted Alexis had seemed very nervous for a few months but more so since new years and by February both Casey and Ethan were very concerned. When the kids were younger they had a Valentine’s Day meal on or near Valentine’s Day to show them how much they were loved, the gang also had partaken also but as time marched on and school started taking over the tradition was lost.

She spoke to Ethan the night before, and he agreed they should bring the meal back. It was breakfast time when Casey announced that they would be having a Valentine’s Day family dinner on the 12th of February. Alexis did not say much at breakfast but deep down she was mortified. She had known herself for awhile now that she was not straight but the end of last year she became more than friends with her friend from school, Fiona. They had been friends since freshman year and were always close, towards the end of last year though Alexis thought she felt more than friendship and all came to ahead at new years.

Alexis was staying with Fiona while Ethan and Casey went away for new years. Full of courage from a glass of wine both girls were allowed to have as it was new years, she kissed Fiona. Fiona was shocked at first but returned the kiss. The next day Fiona confessed that she had feelings of more than friendship too but was too scared to act. They both decided to start seeing each other but unlike Alexis, Fiona had come out as Bi-sexual. Fiona was thankfully understanding of this and allowed Alexis to be in control of when and how she would come out. Alexis wanted to be out but was scared. Scared that her parents would not love her any more and kick her to the curb or be dismissive thinking it was a phase. So when Casey stated that they were having a dinner Alexis went from nervous to scared and anxious.

A few days later a distressed Alexis finds herself at Edenbrook. She makes her way to the chief’s office hoping that Uncle T was available and to her relief he was. Tobias was surprised but happy to see her.

“What is up Lexi?”

“I’m scared uncle T” said Alexis quietly.

“What happened?” Asked Tobias now very concerned.

“Nothing yet but mum and dad are bringing back the Valentines family dinner.”

“They were fun, what has made you scared about this one.”

“Because it seems like they are wanting to plan an intervention and I am scared that they will be dismissive at best or kick me to the curb.”

“I have known both of your parents for a long time Lexi, they are both very proud of you and your brother, you have both respected the trust that they have put in you growing up, unless you have seriously betrayed that? Have you betrayed that?”

“I do not know uncle T. I do not know?”

Tobias was really concerned now.

“What’s going on Lexi, I have never seen you like this?”

Lexi then leaves the office and Tobias sat there confused.

He called Ethan. He told Ethan that Alexis had come to the hospital and was scared that Casey was bringing back the Valentine’s Day family meal. She said she was scared that it was an intervention and that you would be dismissive of her or kick her out. I asked her what was going on and then she left.

Ethan sat in his home office and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It is not an intervention but we are concerned about Alexis, she has been worse since new years so Casey was hoping that bringing back that tradition would make her feel safe and loved and tell us what is happening.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “It sounds like it is having the opposite effect though from what you have told me.”

Tobias agreed with Ethan’s assessment and Ethan invited Tobias to come to the Valentine’s Day family meal.

The day of the meal came and Alexis was a nervous wreck. She was still trying to figure out how to tell her parents and now also Tobias that she was bi-sexual. She came downstairs while dinner was cooking. Mum and dad looked happy and so did uncle T. She had a flash of dinners past where they celebrated love in all its forms and then Alexis got sad because she knew that what she had to say could ruin the happy memories for everyone. She sits at the island bench and starts to cry.

“Alexis, sweetheart, why are you crying.” Asked Casey as she goes to give her a hug.

Alexis does not answer, overcome with everything and the paralyzing fear that the love she now feels will be gone soon enough. So instead she helps set the table. The meal is served, roast pork, vegetables, and dessert.

Before they eat Ethan makes a small speech about the importance of love, feeling safe and valued and how it is important not only to celebrate the different forms of love but to also reassure that we love each other no matter what. Alexis hopes what Ethan said was true but also wished she had asked Fiona to come to help give her some more courage.

They started to eat, the meal looked delicious but Alexis was too nervous to eat.

“Alexis, I stand by what your dad said at the beginning of the meal, we are all worried about you. You have seemed very anxious to put it mildly and I decided to bring back this meal this year to show you that we do love you and that you can tell us anything.”

Alexis gulps. She should have known that her parents would have picked up on something but she was wrong and she was convinced that the only reason why Uncle T was here was because of her visit a few days ago. She starts to eat while she contemplates the best course. The addition of food makes her stomach even more sore and she knows she has to tell them.

“I am bi-sexual.” Alexis says barely above a whisper. “I have been struggling with who I am since towards the end of last year.” Alexis starts to cry.

“Alexis, honey, why are you sad?”

“Because I thought you would not love me anymore, or dismiss it as a “phase” that would pass.”

“Why did you think we would stop loving you?”

“I know the research you have done, the stats on how we are misrepresented in many statistics, also that you created someone different. I do not know anymore.”

Alexis stands up and runs to her room.

The adults sit there for a few minutes, unable to speak.

“Well I was not expecting that:” said Tobias. “The way she was the other day I was expecting something more serious.”

“I thought it was something future related, as in wanting to change her mind about school.” Said Ethan.

“I had some ideas but this was towards the bottom, I am just sad that she felt we would be dismissive of this.” Said Casey.

“Who wants to go up and talk to her? Us staying down here is probably not helping her with her preconceptions.” Said Tobias.

Casey gets up.

“I’ll go.”

She heads upstairs and knocks on the door. There is no response. She calls out that she is coming in as she enters. Alexis is lying face down crying into her pillow. Casey sits down and starts to rub comforting circles on her back.

“I know I have done much research into the health outcomes of those who identify as lgbtqi+ people that is to help us get better outcomes and sadly such bigoted attitudes are a contributing factor. Because such attitudes exist, I understand why you would be scared to tell us but as long as you are being safe, me and your dad do not care as long as you are happy.”

“You are not just saying that?”

“No, I am not and if you would give us a chance we would love you to come back downstairs.

Casey and Alexis come back downstairs.

Alexis apologizes for storming out the way she did. Alexis eats some more of her meal and it is delicious.

“As I said before I was starting to question towards the end of last year my sexuality. I still liked boys but felt that I did not like them solely.”

Alexis takes another breath.

“Since New years I have been in a relationship with Fiona. She has been understanding of me not being out and has not forced the issue.”

“I, we are all glad that you are Happy Alexis.” Says Ethan. “It is all we have ever wanted for you and your brother, is to be happy in your respective lives.”

“You mean that Dad?”

“Of course.”

“I am happy you are happy Lexi.” Says Tobias.

They finish the main meal and have dessert. Alexis feels relieved her fears were not realized and then she feels foolish for thinking otherwise and more importantly, Casey’s idea to show her that she is indeed loved worked.

The next day comes and Fiona notices that Alexis seems happier.

“I told the parentals last night. I feel like such an idiot for thinking they would not be accepting of who I truly am but they were happy for me.”

“Well I am glad,” sas Fiona as she holds and squeezes her hand. “I had a strong feeling they would be accepting and I am relieved I was right.”

“And it feels so freeing to be out too.”

They stop and share a brief kiss before heading into school.

Authors note 2: I am aware and would like to acknowledge those who may not have had such a positive coming out experience. I have known people where it was positive and others not so much. I have always envisioned Casey and Ethan to be rather accepting of this, especially since they know the statistics in and around health outcomes and mental health issues where those who identify as lgbtqi are disproportionately represented. As for the person doing the coming out,I presume it would be rather daunting.

You also may have noticed that Tobias is the only one that calls her Lexi. He is the only person who is allowed to call her that. He has always called her that and for whatever reason when someone else does, Alexis does not like it, except from Uncle T.

As for the relationship with Fiona and Alexis, it is a happy relationship but they end up going to different colleges. Alexis to UPenn and Fiona to Yale. Even though not crazily far, it was far enough for them to decide to put their friendship first and be friends.

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Week 2 runs Tuesday, August 8th through Monday, August 14th. Read and reblog, with a comment, at least one fic that another participant reblogged on week one.

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Not Meant to Be

Not Meant to Be

Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Samantha Carlson)

Disclaimer: Most characters belong to PB, Samantha is sort of mine

Other Characters: Harper Emery

Rating / Warnings: T / Angst

Summary: After Samantha survived her ethics hearing near the end of her intern year Ethan assured her that they would make it work. He went to the Amazon promising her they would still be together when he came back. So, who changed his mind?

Comments/Notes: Written for the Please Be Prompt event at CFWC using the angst prompt "Was it ever me?" It will be in bold. Also, I wasn’t quite sure who to tag. Obviously, my perma list and All Open Heart. I don’t have and Ethan and Samantha list. But if it includes Ethan, I figured my Ethan list should be included. And it is part of Samantha’s back story, my Tobias list is also included, as that is there story. I also need to thank a couple of people for assistance. @liaromancewriter​ and @jerzwriter​ for research and opinions. 

Word count: ~1,260

Eighteen Months Ago

Harper smiled as she stepped out of the elevator and headed toward Ethan’s apartment, carrying a bottle of Pinot noir. Granted, it wasn’t Scotch, but it was his favorite wine.

She let herself into his apartment and headed to the kitchen where Ethan was preparing dinner. “Salmon. My favorite.”

Ethan leaned over and kissed her. “Wine?”

She smiled. “I thought we could celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”

Harper waited until he had slid the baking dish into the oven and turned to face her. “My new job.”

Ethan frowned at her. “What new job? You’re already Head of Neurosurgery. Is Carmichael leaving?”

Harper smiled and shook her head. “Not Chief of Surgery. I’m replacing Dr. Robinette when he retires.”

“Chief of Medicine? Administration? You can’t be serious, Harper!”

She glared at him. “Of course I’m serious. This is a good thing for me and for Edenbrook.”

“You’ll be playing politics and your focus won’t be on the patients.”

“Ethan! I’m not going to forget I’m a doctor first. This isn’t going to change me at all.” She rubbed her hand along his arm. “There is no reason for anything to change.”

“Except us.” Ethan twisted his arm away from her.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll be your employee. We can’t have anything other than a professional relationship.” When she opened her mouth to speak he held up his hand and continued. “It would be unethical for you to be with a member of your staff. And I’m not transferring to Mass Kenmore or Cambridge.”

“Then I guess I’ll see you at work, Dr. Ramsey.” Harper turned on her heel and headed to the door before he could see the tears glittering in her eyes.

The Day After the Ethics Hearing

"But the competition was canceled.” Ethan was horrified at the implication of Naveen’s announcement.

“Then it's a good thing I'm the top dog around here. I've just made new rules! It's settled. Dr. Carlson will spend her second year as the junior fellow on the diagnostics team... with you as her direct supervisor.” He turned from Ethan to face Samantha. “Congratulations, Samantha. You've earned it.” Naveen gave her a wink before walking away.

“So, um... how do we deal with this?” Samantha chewed on her lip as she watched him.

“We make it work. What matters is the patients. Right?”

“Right.”

"Well, then... Get to work, Rookie.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Several hours later Sami was heading to the cafeteria to meet her roommates when she received a page directing her to Ethan’s office.

When she got there the door was partially open and she stepped in. He had tossed his doctor’s coat over his chair and had his sleeves rolled up. He had several boxes around with books, medical journals, and office supplies loaded haphazardly.

“Ethan? What are you doing?”

He nodded to the small couch in his office and sat next to her. “During the time that I resigned, I talked to a colleague at WHO. He asked me if I would be interested in heading to the Amazon for a month or two. As I wasn’t planning on returning here, I agreed. Naveen knows I agreed to that and he’s happily giving me the time. I’m moving my personal effects to the diagnostic office since I’ll be there when I get back.”

“You’re leaving tomorrow?”

Ethan nodded. “Naveen is sending out an email blast to the hospital tomorrow but I wanted you to hear it from me.”

“And, us, Ethan?”

“I meant what I said. We’ll make this work when I get back.” Samantha smiled as he leaned down to kiss her.

Two Months Later

Ethan hurried through the airport and smiled when he saw the display of souvenirs at one of the shops. He thought of the stuffed pink dolphin resting in his suitcase. Samantha had told him about her and Sienna being dolphins in a sea of sharks. It was only appropriate that he bring her back a pink river dolphin from the Amazon. Before long, he was settled into his seat for the first leg of his twenty hour trip back to Boston. He reclined his seat back and closed his eyes.

Many hours later, Ethan opened the door to his apartment and rolled his suitcase to the laundry room. He unzipped it and found Samantha’s dolphin before heading into his bedroom. He changed into a clean pair of jeans and a white henley and headed towards the front door.

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Earlier in the day Harper had stopped in Naveen’s office. The two of them made a point to have lunch once a week since he had taken over as chief. Ethan had sent Naveen an email stating his flight number and that he would return to work the following day. She smiled at the brevity of the message. It was the only time anyone had heard from Ethan the entire two months he had been gone and he sent his mentor and boss a grand total of two sentences.

Later, Harper stood in front of Ethan’s apartment door, feeling slightly nervous. She remembered the last time she was here, happy because she’d just found out she was being promoted to Chief of Medicine. Now that she wasn’t his boss, maybe they could have another chance. She raised her hand to knock when the door opened and she faced Ethan as he was picking up a green jacket.

“Harper. Come in.” He stepped aside to let her pass.

“You’re going out? I figured you’d want to rest before tomorrow. The new interns show up and you officially start as Director of Diagnostics.”

Ethan smiled. “As Director of Diagnostics, interns aren’t my problem this year. I was heading to Donahue’s. But please, sit.” He motioned the leather sofa.

Harper sat and smiled as he continued, “I’d offer you coffee, but I’m out and unless you’ve changed, I know you don’t like Scotch.”

“I’m fine. I was hoping we could talk.”

“About?”

Ethan was surprised when she replied, “Us.”

“Us? Harper, there hasn’t been an ‘us’ since you accepted the Chief of Medicine job.”

“And I don’t have that job anymore. I’m no longer your boss.” She turned sideways on the sofa to face him. “We had so many starts and stops in our relationship and we were finally really beginning to feel permanent until I accepted that job. I haven’t felt that with anyone I went out with since. Have you?”

Ethan turned his head from her. No one except Samantha. He closed his eyes as he remembered the last conversation with Harper in his apartment.  It would be unethical for you to be with a member of your staff.  And here he was, planning on beginning a relationship with someone on his own staff! He faced her again. “If things hadn’t happened the way they did, we might still be together and be happy. But I think we need to stay in the past now.”

Harper headed for the door, and paused with her hand on the knob. “Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, but I have to know, Was it ever me?” When he didn’t answer right away. She opened the door and left.

Ethan pulled on his jacket and headed out his apartment. He was still going to Donahue’s, but instead of bringing Samantha home with him, he was planning on telling her that they needed to take a step back.

He spotted the dolphin waiting to be taken to Samantha. He decided he would donate it to the children’s wing in the morning.

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↠ In A Blink (Ethan x Becca)  Ethan Ramsey could never have understood fatherhood. Not until this moment.

↠ It’s a Date (Ethan x Becca) Ethan is finally relenting to a first date. And it's certainly one neither will ever forget.

↠ Lets Call It What It Is (A Good F**king Time) (Ethan x Becca) ♥ No plot. Just Ethan and Becca getting off. There may be some feelings hiding about too.

↠ Sensual Sunday (Ethan x Becca) ♥ Nothing could deter Ethan from loving his Rebecca. Not even some chub rub.

↠ The Very First Night (Let’s Go Back in Time) (Bryce x Hannah) ♥🛸 Following An Evening in December, Bryce & Hannah are alone in his hotel room making up for the insecurities of their past.

↠ (Further) Trials & Tribulations (Ethan x Becca x Bryce) 📚  Drabbles of what happened immediately following Trials & Tribulations.

↠ Amazing: Part 1, Part 2 (Ethan x Becca)   Ethan doesn’t understand new workplace technologies. He does understand how to woo his unofficial girlfriend.  

yes i’m writing drabbles for bridgerton now, so what 😋

↝ Could Be Something 📚♟ A readers-choice scene game. Modern Polin AU.

↝ Back to December 📚 ♥   A modern AU where they run into one another at a bar a few years after they grew apart.  

↝ Where It Begins 📚📱 Texts between Colin & Pen immediately following Back to December.

[liaromancewriter]

Do you read fanfics and edits from all fandom writers? Or do you prioritize people you know?

The answer is...it depends.

Until a few months ago I made an effort to read, like and/or reblog all OH fanfics and edits, especially those featured in OHFFs and CFWC weekly lists, and MC Monday, etc. However, it became clear from feedback I received (and other fandom drama 😬) that some content creators didn't appreciate that. So, I stopped.

My free time is extremely limited (full-time job, full-time uni, part-time board work). So, in the last few months I've started prioritizing fanworks that I'm tagged in (not necessarily from my friends or people I know well).

If I have extra time and the summary/premise is interesting, I might read and reblog content I come across in the main Open Heart and Ethan Ramsey tags (and even my dash). The caveat being no major angst, break-ups or character deaths.

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February MC of the Month: Cassie Valentine

Please welcome February 2024's MC of the Month! Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month’s MC of the month is…

@liaromancewriter's Cassie Valentine!

More below...

In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC.

I love Cassie’s carefree approach to life. She loves her job and is dedicated to it, but that doesn’t mean she lets work take over her life. She doesn’t take herself too seriously, going with the flow when things go sideways. She also values her relationships and her “me” time. 

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

I created Cassie to be everything I’m not and wish I could be. Over time, I incorporated some of Amanda Schull’s (her face claim) traits into her personality, such as her laugh and ballet background. 

There are two things we have in common: we both love what we do and cannot imagine doing anything else. We’re also both urbanites. I’m more introverted than Cassie (closer to Ethan’s personality, really), but my career forces me to work with people, and I’ve learned to adapt. It takes me time to open up to people, whereas Cassie makes friends easily.

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life?

Cassie has always wanted to help people, and that’s her biggest motivation in life. It’s one of the reasons why she couldn’t see herself working in the family business. That motivation is what makes her a caring doctor (and why she and Ethan are the perfect match).

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Cassie cannot stand inconsiderate people, especially when they’re rude to those less fortunate. She’s absolutely judging how her LI treats servers, janitors, and the like. She also doesn’t like the attention she receives from gossip websites and tries to stay under the radar with Max’s help. Being reduced to the “Valentine Heir” instead of an accomplished doctor is guaranteed to make her see red.

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Nothing. She believes in accepting oneself, whether it’s looks or personality. With the latter, she’s happy to continue to work on herself and adapt to feedback. But at some point, she is who she is, and she’s good with that as long as it’s not hurting anyone.

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song?

Her favorite song is “Dream a Little Dream” by The Beautiful South. Her favorite quote is: 

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” ― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC? 

Cassie’s personality is hugely influenced (and defined) by her being a twin. She and Max are incredibly close, and she cannot imagine who she’d be if he weren’t her literal other half. That is why it’s important to her that whoever she’s involved with romantically gets along with Max and vice versa. I’ve developed Cassie’s personality and background extensively, and it’s part of my Cassie Valentine collection.

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Can a chosen mc of the month or writer of the month be chosen again to be featured? And how do you select?

Hey Nonny,

We have the eligibility requirements and how we select posted on the CFWC blog. I've provided the links below.

Writer of the Month and MC / OC of the Month Eligibility Requirements

How We Pick the Writer of the Month and Contest Winners

Please let me know if you have any questions, and thanks for asking.

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[reveluving]

the prettiest of them all

summary: What better way to use a closet mirror, conveniently placed beside the bed than to see you writhe in his arms?

pairing: damien nazario x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minor DNI!)

a/n: couldn’t just leave our man Nazario out after writing for Beckett, so please enjoy this fic with our favourite private investigator! ‘you’ can be yourself or your OC! and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading another choices fic? check out my m.list!

disclaimer! this is a submission for:

‘CFWC Naughty & Nice’ by @choicesficwriterscreations​ with the prompts (Naughty); “I can’t move.” “That’s the idea.”

‘Picktober: Choices October Challenge’ by @choicesmonthlychallenge​ using the prompts (Kinktober); Biting & Mirrors.

» smut includes; dirty mind, biting obv, fingering, soft!Damien.

'The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.' ;

It was hard for Damien to believe that it's been six months since the end of the whole Eros incident. Though he has yet to sleep without waking up in a cold sweat every once in a while, he was definitely getting better by the day.

Plus, with you in his arms at every step of the way, he'd say he's doing pretty good!

Time flies when you're with the right person— as cliché as it sounds, the statement had resonated with him the moment he knew he wanted to be more than just your friend. He remembered Nadia offering him to hang out with the three of you as a thank-you for dealing with her stalker problem. He also remembered having second thoughts about it, considering how he's always ever avoided making friends with his clients. Yet, somehow, it was the need to see you again that pushed him to say yes.

No matter how hard he tried to deny his own feelings, he knew he had no chance of winning, and he'd often thank the universe for it.

So, getting the opportunity to enjoy an entire week in Hawaii with you, especially after a slew of misfortunes and just plain stress in the office, was like dying a hero.

Not that he'd call himself a hero.

Then again, he couldn't say that in front of you. Don't ever say that, you'd probably admonish him, but not out of anger.

Oh, you. Wonderful, wonderful you. Just an embodiment of pure love and hope.

He hasn't moved from his spot ever since he reluctantly let you leave the bed, glancing between the window and the bathroom. He was conflicted between watching the picturesque sunset and seeing you walking to and fro in the bathroom sink as you did your makeup.

You and Damien had just woken up, having been forced to follow Nadia and Steve to visit the local attractions at the crack of dawn. Sloane, Khaan and Hayden's presence made the activity bearable, considering it wasn't just you and Damien in that ten hour-torture. But what could he do? Nadia was the one paying for the trip, so Damien knew better than to bitch and whine about her itinerary.

Plus, Nadia knew he didn't hate it, as long as you were around, you knew your ways of distracting him.

He covered his eyes with one arm, the cloud-like pillow and your humming nearly lulled him back to sleep, only to raise his head at your soft 'fuck!'.

Something about the noise you made immediately had eyes landing on the closet mirror next to him. The single piece of furniture, plus your scandalous moans playing in his head on a loop continuously taunting him.

Fuck it.

And just like, he shot out of bed, unwilling to ignore what he had been wanting to do the second he got here.

Seeing you meticulously work on your lashes, he was nice enough to knock on the door, your expression shifting from extreme focus to a wide grin.

“Morning, handsome,” You joked and yet, you continued with perfecting your wing, “We should be getting ready, Nadia's been torturing my phone for like, 30 minutes now.”

As if on cue, the 'ding!' coming from your phone only supported your explanation, the 17th message from none other than Mrs Park herself.

Damien answered you with a hum, leaning against the door frame and watching you with his sharp eyes. He took in your current appearance; Dazzling and downright luscious, dressed to the nines, despite the lack of clothing covering you up. A naughty little vixen. A single taste of you and his self-restraints will immediately snap.

“Damien?” You didn’t look back at him, despite his lack of response, only for you to freeze up when he came up to you ever so slowly. The way he approached you with such a look made you feel like a prey, a thought that you couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your thighs together.

He must’ve noticed it, chuckling as he stood behind you, his erection barely hiding behind his briefs as he pinned you against the counter.

“What are you doing?” You finally met his eyes in the mirror, giving him a nervous giggle.

“Just… appreciating.”

“Yeah? Well, do you mind if you…” You motioned him to step back with your free hand, “Move back a little?”

“Now, why would I do that?” His voice got deeper as if your question had offended him despite the mischief in his tone. You only thought of putting the brush down when he placed both of his hands on either side of you, trapping you between his hard chest and the counter.

“I… I can’t move.” The prominent bulge was impossible to ignore, especially when he began rolling his hips into your backside. You choked out a gasp, the mascara was long forgotten as it dropped to the floor, hints of ink smearing the marble top when it slipped out of your fingers.

“That’s the idea.”

He didn't give you the time to process and dragged you out to the bedroom, carrying you via bridal style. Your demands to put you down were as effective as a Pomeranian yapping at its owner, with Damien's chest reverberating with laughter against you.

Surprisingly, instead of placing you down on the bed as you expected, he sat on the edge of the bed, which faced the unexplainably long mirror. Damien knew he got you exactly where he wanted the second he heard your breath hitching, and he knew it wasn’t only because he had you on his lap.

It was the first thing you noticed when you checked in, the placement and sheer size of it drove your mind to run wild. It didn’t last long, though, for you were forced to snap out of it when Damien came in seconds later. But you should’ve known better than to think he didn’t notice, too focused on the idea of being ravished in front of it to see the smug on his face. You lied when he asked if you were okay, answering him ever so softly without meeting his gaze before running off to the bathroom ‘to change into your bikini’ despite forgetting to grab your swimwear out of your luggage.

Since then, his imagination, too, became anything but appropriate, though if he wasn’t being honest, he would’ve thought about it regardless. But the real problem was finding the right time for it. Since the very first day, he had you bouncing on his cock in the luxurious bathtub and has gone down on you in the sauna but not once have the two of you used the bed. Whether it was because you were too tired or too comfortable in the sheets, and in Damien’s arms no less, it didn’t matter anymore, because he was going to change that.

To hell with Nadia’s plans tonight, he had other priorities.

The way his warm breath tickled your neck as he perched his chin on your shoulder, his calloused hands running up and down your hips before settling them on your top. He grazed his teeth across your neck, easily finding the sweet spot that sent shivers down your spine. He didn’t spare you a second before biting into the soft skin, huffing out in amusement when you choked out a gasp, writhing in his arms, and he didn’t just do it once.

He didn’t want just one hickey on your pretty neck, after all.

He fondled your breasts, feeling your nipples tighten under the material. He dragged the top down, the material folding under your breasts and accentuating your assets. His mouth was dying to latch onto your nipples, but he was already too entranced by the current view in front of him. That didn’t mean who wouldn’t do it later.

He never said he’d be done with it after one round.

And the second his fingers brushed against your sensitive bud, he knew you were done for.

The way his fingers pumped in and out of your pussy had you squirming in his lap, his lips unconsciously parting with yours as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He didn’t even bother removing your panties, opting to move the offending material aside before easing in his thick, middle finger. The more he curled his fingers into you, the more you soaked both his briefs, down to the bedsheets. Not that he gave a shit anyway. In fact, it was exactly what he wanted to see, the same way he wanted to hear that delicious squelching.

Your head rolled back, resting it against his shoulder as he leaned in and whispered.

“Open your eyes, mi vida,” You whined, both from the nickname and how his voice went so far as to make you tighten around his fingers. He growled at the sensation, but managed to keep it together before continuing, “Look at yourself in the mirror and see how gorgeous you are.”

You tried to, you really did, but with the way rolled his hips against yours, it was almost impossible to even open your eyes, let alone keep your head up.

So, he helped you out.

His other hand moved from your waist, his fingers sliding from the valley of your breasts, tits now hard from when he rolled them just moments ago, before holding you by the jaw. It was nowhere near rough, but enough to help you look up.

If it wasn’t for Damien, you would’ve looked away just as quickly, your body growing hotter than you thought was possible at the sight; your skin glowing from the sheen of sweat and dim light coming from the bathroom, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your tight hole and those blown out pupils of his as he watched you, right before his eyes met yours, now far less innocent of a situation then your brief conversation in the bathroom earlier.

“Cancel our plans,” You didn’t even know what he was talking about at first, not especially when he turned your head to look at him, hair disheveled and looking feral, “I want you to see how beautiful you cum in the mirror. Over and over again.”

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

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Bittersweet

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!mc Casey Valentine.

Featuring: Naveen Banerji, Teresa Martinez

Category: Angsty fluff

Rating: PG bordering Mature

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, alcohol consumption

Word count: 978

Summary: it’s Valentines intern year and it is about a month after Miami and things are still fraught between Casey and Ethan. Casey endeavours to cheer up Naveen.

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note 1: submission for CFWC Valentine’s Day event: prompts used: Ignoring the day/drowning of sorrows

💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

14th February 2019.

Valentine’s Day. A day that be generally tried to forget. Sure he had on occasion celebrated with Harper occasionally in the past but this year he was more determined to avoid the holiday. Miami was a month ago and he knew that if he had given in it would be different but here he was only chatting to her for work and Naveen related issues. She had confronted him in the lab about his true feelings. He wanted her yes but she was forbidden. Again all the reasons go around in his head. He knows he is doing right by her to remain in this purgatory.

He makes the journey to the construction zone. He starts schooling his features now for he knows that Naveen has his suspicions. As he gets closer he hears laughter. He stops as it is Casey with him. After collecting his thoughts he proceeds.

“Good morning Dr Valentine, Naveen.” He said gruffly.

“Well happy Valentine’s Day to you too, my boy.” Said Naveen.

“Thank you for the cupcakes my dear.”

“My pleasure Naveen, I am glad I was able to provide some cheer today.” Said Casey, glaring pointedly at Ethan.

“I best go and get ready for rounds.”

Casey gives Naveen a a hug and a sad smile at Ethan.

“And what are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Questioned Naveen.

“You know how I feel about the holiday Naveen.”

“Yes I do but surely there is someone worthy of your affections…hmmm?”

Ethan groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll be back later Naveen.” He says hastily.

“We’ll be sure to at least show Dr Valentine some appreciation today.” Naveen said with a slight chuckle.

He walked down the hall and leant against a wall to collect himself. He has been appreciative of all the extra work that Casey had been putting in, despite the train wreck that Miami turned into but he did not want anything to be taken the wrong way. He groaned and made his way back to the hospital.

He happens upon Mrs Martinez. He smiles and greets her warmly.

“My dear Ethan, I am sure you will receive many valentines today? Do you have a special someone this year?”

“No and No Teresa, you know my disdain for this day. You have a lovely day though.”

He returns to his office. There is an email from Harper reminding him about that meeting tomorrow with Declan. He had hoped there would be a way out of it but alas there was not. The treatment was having mixed levels of success. He could not lose Naveen but he was starting to wonder if doing a deal with the devil was worth it. He was uneasy about it all.

He sat there for a few minutes and his mind wandered to Casey. Perhaps Naveen is right, he should show his appreciation for the extra work that Casey has been putting in but as much as he wants to he knows he can not. It is just a neurochemical response he tells himself.

Meanwhile Casey has had a mixed day. She has gotten into the spirit of the day with her friends, she also gave Mrs Martinez some cupcakes. She was cautiously optimistic of the heist working tomorrow. She still had some charts go missing and that was bugging her. Her thoughts then turn to how fraught things have been between her and Ethan of late. She gets the reasoning besides not liking it but she can see how much he still wants her. She knew they could never be casual and a part of her wished she was not on top of the competition currently otherwise she would drop out but doing so now would raise more questions not to mention supply the rumour mill with far too many rumours and that was the last thing she wanted. She groans in frustration and heads home.

Later that evening Ethan is at home, alone. Drinking his scotch and reading a medical journal to find some more inspiration to help cure Naveen. But he can not focus, wishing that Casey was here. They had not met at the apartment since Miami, it was a ploy to keep things professional but he missed her. Both professionally and personally. He then trailed to the non professional feelings and it dawns on him, they could not be separated. His mind wanders again to Miami and that kiss, the body, that dress, the noises she made for him. As soon as his mind went here he shut the journal. Anymore research now would be fruitless. He went to the bathroom to have a shower, instead of trying to kill the erection with a cold shower he decided to pleasure himself. It was bittersweet, sure the edge had been taken off but he wanted Casey even though he could not have her.

Across town at Casey’s apartment, she could not sleep. Her mind is going through all the possible scenarios for tomorrow. Her mind strays to Ethan. She wishes she could tell him but she did not want to put his career in jeopardy if it went pear shaped. How she wished she was with him now. She knew they were not getting much headway into Naveen’s case and she knew he needed her, not just as a medical intern but as a friend. Then her thoughts go to Miami, that kiss and how she knows that they can not just be friends. She feels a a pool of heat at her core. She reaches for her drawer and grabs her vibrator. At least this will help me get some sleep she thinks to herself as she once again wishes it was Ethan making her cum, not just the thought of him.

Authors note: And we all know what happened with Mrs Martinez eventually.

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Never Sorry

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Hi,

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Not Meant to Be

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Happy Birthday Charley

48 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Coffee Break

Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Charley Valentine)

Disclaimer: Most characters belong to PB, Charley is sort of mine

Rating / Warnings: T / none

Summary: It’s such a simple thing for Ethan’s birthday. This is set on Ethan’s birthday, February 19 in my universe, during Charley’s intern year.

Comments/Notes: Written for the @choicesmonthlychallenge​ Valentine’s Challenge prompts To Be ❤️ holding hands (it’s a bit of a stretch) and for the @choicesfebruary2022challenge​ Day 2 prompt “Starbucks.”

Word count: 418

Charley had left her apartment earlier than normal. Yesterday when she was sitting with Naveen in his hospital room and he mentioned that today was Ethan’s birthday. As she was trying to fall asleep she tried to think of what to do for his birthday. Maybe it was a bad idea; he had been distant since they returned from Miami.

She dug through her box of cards and found a birthday card with a stethoscope on it. She smiled as she scrawled her name inside it. She decided she would skip her normal Starbucks and would go to that coffee shop Ethan had taken her to a few months back. A card and a cup of coffee would be reasonable to give your boss for a birthday, right? Even Ethan couldn’t’ object to that, could he?

She pushed the door open and joined the line. She bit her lip and glanced at her watch. She still had twenty minutes. That should give her enough time to get to the hospital.

“Charley?” She froze at the voice over her left shoulder.

She turned and found clear blue eyes watching her. “Good morning, Eth- Dr. Ramsey.”

“What are you doing here? Don’t you usually stop at,” he practically shuddered, “Starbucks?”

“I was actually stopping here to bring you a coffee.”

His eyebrows raised. “For me?”

She nodded. “When I was sitting with Naveen yesterday, he mentioned that it was your birthday.”

“Of course he did.”

“I figured a coffee wouldn’t be out of line.”

“You really don’t need-”

“Next!” The barista looked at Charley.

“Could I get two Viennas, please?” Charley ordered.

The barista rang up the order. “For here or to go?”

Charley began, “To-”

“For here,” Ethan stated. When Charley looked at him, he smiled. “We can enjoy our coffee before we need to get to work. Why don’t you grab a table and I’ll bring over the coffee when it’s ready.”

The barista handed Charley back her credit card and she selected a table near the cozy fireplace. Ethan soon joined her. As he set the mugs on the table he slid hers towards her as she reached over pull it towards her and their fingers met around the cup. Charley stared at their fingers, touching, and glanced at Ethan. He was also looking at their hands.

He blinked and moved his eyes to meet hers. He cleared his throat and pulled his hand back, picking up his own mug. He smiled. “Thank you for the coffee.”

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