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A Wild Ride
Series - TRR - AU
Pairing - Liam x MC (Riley Brooks)
Summary - A small rewrite of the diamond scene from Book 1 Chapter 11 (Drake’s birthday) and… beyond.
Word Count - 2503... ish 🙈
A/N1- Welcome to my first attempt at smut. Nobody asked for this, this is entirely unprompted and unasked for (except by me haha). This is just where my brain went, and well... don’t judge me too hard lolololololololol. I’ve debated posting this all week, but I’m finally going to relent and just do it and most likely hide forever. But I have to shoutout @ao719 who encouraged me, and read through my first draft. 💚 All errors in this final version are mine and mine alone.
A/N2- I am considering this a part of the Ghosted AU, but only for ONE reason, and that is to put it on the same masterlist. But this is a ONE SHOT and DOES NOT ADD TO NOR CONTRIBUTE TO THE STORY WHATSOEVER. This is literally just an excuse to try my hand at lemony writing, nothing more.
A/N3- This is my sad attempt at a submission for the @springfeverpitch event. I have no idea if this even qualifies, but they said anything smutty, soooo…... I’m going to test that theory with this, LOLOLOL. I have no idea what 'day' it qualifies under, (4?) I’m honestly not even sure what this monstrosity should classify as. 🤣🙈🙊
Base in play - Briefly First, but mostly Homerun ⚾💭🫡
TW - ⚠️ NSFW ⚠️ - Language, smutty filthy lemons, brief mentions of blood (.3 seconds worth). *⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️*
Characters belong to Pixelberry.
Liam watched Riley as if she would give him the answers to all the world’s problems at any moment; she fully transfixed him. When he paid the operator of the bull, he assumed Drake would ride, since it was his birthday. But when Riley volunteered and bounced her way over, Liam knew already he was done for; the second she mounted that bull, he felt himself grow undeniably hard.
He observed with the utmost attention. The way her hips swiveled to keep in time with the jerky motions of the bull, the way her big, perky chest bounced from side to side as she tried to stay on the ride. She threw an arm back like a lasso; her cut off shirt hiking higher and higher up her toned midriff. He caught sight of her lacy red bra underneath, the sight practically enough to make him take her, here and now, for all to see. Everything about it was driving him mad with desire.
At that moment, he would have cut off his right leg to trade spaces with the foreign object she rode. Give up the throne, throw everything away, all for her to tame him as if he were the rowdy steed beneath her. His mind swirled with fantasies as the saliva from his mouth fully dissolved.
When she flew off the bull, he was right there to help her up; after he had adjusted himself in his slacks. The two grabbed a shot, then another, and a couple more, adding to the already large amount of alcohol they had consumed. They finally made their way out to the dancefloor after way too many drinks.
It started slow and casual, nothing scandalous or arousing, although the chemistry between them made anything sensual. Then a particular song came on; Liam had never heard it, but the squeal that came from Riley and her excited bouncing told him she was familiar. He felt his cock stiffen a little more in the confines of his trousers as he watched her breasts bob up and down while she jumped; maybe it was the alcohol fueling his thoughts, but he couldn’t get the image of those tits bouncing in his face out of his mind.
They danced face to face; Riley attempted to keep a respectable distance between them, as she knew they were in public. The court would not react well to them grinding all over each other. But Liam didn’t seem to have a care in the world, as he continued to pull her closer and closer. His gaze switched between gawking at her enormous bust poking out of her low cut top, and the way her hips swiveled and rotated to the rhythm. His hands probed her body, as if he needed to remember every crevice and curve.
She swatted his roaming hands away. “What are you doing? We’re in public!” She giggled.
Liam nuzzled her neck. “Don’t care.”
Riley laughed harder. “Liam, what if someone sees us? Or you get recognized?”
“Let them watch.” He responded with a devilish smirk.
“I’m just saying the press would-”
Liam cut her off by capturing her lips with his own. Their tongues rolled together as they swallowed each other’s content sighs. One of Liam’s hands rested on her neck, the other falling to the small of her back and pulling her as close as possible. Their pelvises ground together, each letting out a soft moan at the friction. Neither cared at the crowd of other dancers surrounding them; the only thing that mattered was the two of them, and the undeniable sexual tension that seemed to have reached its boiling point.
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Liam returned to his suite, a little wobbly on his feet, and immediately went to take a cold shower. His mind continued to swirl with scandalous thoughts about Riley and the things he wanted her to do to him, and vice versa. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to invite her back and ravage her like he truly wanted to. But he realized there was a high probability the pair would get caught sneaking around, and that would only cause more problems in the long run. And, he didn’t want to be this drunk when it did happen.
He finished his shower and put on a clean pair of boxers and pajama pants before he slipped into bed, pulling up the covers to envelop his body. He lay on his back and fell into a deep slumber as fantasies of Riley filled his mind.
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He awoke later with his senses filled by a fragrance of lilac and berry. He felt dainty hands lightly tracing the inside of his thighs, sending a shudder through him. A sigh escaped him as he felt tender kisses travel up his abdomen, soft hair falling to tickle his sides. He reached a hand out and threaded his fingers through long, silky, golden blonde hair as she continued her venture up to his neck.
When she reached her quarry, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark and licked the affected area. She dotted kisses along his jawline to the other side and nipped his ear; Liam groaned and gripped her hips to grind her against his already freed erection. He had no time to ponder how he became disrobed, as he felt wetness gliding over his already aching member; she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Riley…” He moaned.
She raised her face to hover over Liam’s, “I saw you…” she whispered as she ghosted her lips over his.
“Hm?”
“You were watching me ride that bull tonight… Wishing it was you… weren’t you?” She asked in between bites along his jawline.
“God yes.” Liam panted.
Riley’s face lit up with a cat-like grin before she grabbed his face to bring his lips to hers. Their tongues met and battled for dominance in a fit of passionate and desperate kisses. Liam slid his hands up her sides and realized she, too, was already naked. He massaged both of her large, supple breasts in his hands before breaking their kiss and bending his neck to take one into his mouth. He licked and suckled at it for a moment before moving to the other and showing it the same attention. After, he briefly lay back and marveled at her perfection, and those breasts that had been making his mouth water all night dangling in front of his face; just like he fantasized.
Riley sat up, and he met her intent, lustrous gaze; her eyes clouded over with desire, hair askew, perky tits rising and falling with every labored breath, lips slightly parted. Liam watched, transfixed, as she ran her tongue over her top lip, and he thought he would cum on the spot. Liam reached out to embrace her and forcefully brought her lips to his; his dick painfully throbbing, aching to be inside her.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled, the sudden, sharp pain causing Liam to moan. “You like that?” She whispered as she bit his lip.
“Yes.” He breathed out, as he grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed. She ground her bare mound against him and an animalistic sound escaped Liam’s lips.
“Tell me what you want, Liam…” she coaxed as she sat up and positioned herself with her dripping pussy over Liam’s cock. She rubbed herself against Liam’s shaft, her hand pushing him deeper through her wet folds. She ground back and forth on his length, driving Liam absolutely mad.
“You. I want you, Riley. Please.” He begged.
“No… Tell me what you want… Exactly what you want.” She slightly raised herself and let his tip ghost her opening, before she slid him back through the entirety of her core.
Liam gasped and twitched beneath her. The things she was making him feel were overwhelming every single part of his being. “I… I…” He stammered between breathless pants and moans. “I want you to ride me.” He finally spit out.
She bit her lip and whispered, “Your wish is my command.” and lowered herself down onto him, both moaning at the sensation as he penetrated her tight opening. Her mouth fell open into an O shape, a high-pitched whine coming from her throat, as she sunk her body down on his length. Liam’s eyes never left her face as her tightness enveloped him, taking him to such a high level of euphoria he thought he would die at any moment. She rocked herself slowly back and forth on his cock, feeling him stretch and fill her in all the right ways.
“Oooooh… God, you’re so fucking big Liam!” Liam felt his dick twitch at her words and ran his hands up her sides to massage her breasts in his hands. She placed her hands against his chest, pushing her tits together as she started bouncing herself on his length. He analyzed her with rapt attention, her expressions, the sounds she was making. Liam released his hold on her and put his hands behind his head as he watched her work herself on him with a deep groan.
She picked up speed and ran both of her hands through her hair. Liam watched where they connected, seeing her pussy grip around him, the proof of her arousal covering his member and thighs. He looked up and saw her massaging her breasts with a lust blown expression; she saw him staring and bit her lip with a loud moan, causing him to whimper from the sight.
Just when Liam thought he couldn’t take anymore, she sat back and positioned herself with her hands on his haunches, giving him the perfect view of her taking all of him in. She started slowly, but soon built a mind-blowing pace, taking him almost all the way out before slamming her hips back into his. Liam heard her whimpers increase in pitch and knew her release was coming. He felt his own building but was determined to make her let go first.
“Oooooh God… Oh! Don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!" she cried out as their already frantic pace increased. She reached a hand down and wildly rubbed circles over her swollen nub. Liam clutched her hips with a white-knuckle grip and increased their speed, hammering himself into her relentlessly. He matched her rhythm perfectly, thrusting himself to meet her hips. She threw her head back with a loud shriek; her tightness pulsating around him, wetness coating his already glistening member as waves of pleasure overtook her.
“Yes! God... YES! Liam… You fuck me so good!” She got out through gasps and whimpers as jolts of electricity continued to course through her.
Between her clenching around him and the things she was saying, Liam was a goner. He thrust into her three, four, five more times until he pulled her down forcefully to receive his load with a loud, primal roar. His vision almost completely blacked out, stars invading his view. He had orgasms before, sure, but it was like his soul was leaving his body. It was so intense, so powerful and all-consuming, like nothing he had ever felt before.
Liam lay with his eyes closed for a couple of minutes, catching his breath. He felt Riley grasp his hand and opened his eyes to look at her as she remained straddling him. She brought his hand to her lips and smiled before she tenderly kissed each one of his fingertips.
Liam closed his eyes once more and let out a content sigh. Somehow, someway, the evening ended as he hoped it would; all was right with the universe at that exact moment.
His peace was short-lived as he suddenly felt a sharp pain course through his index finger.
“Ow!” He cried. “Did… did you bite me, Riley?”
“You liked it a minute ago.” She smirked.
“That was different. This felt like you were trying to take a chunk out of my finger!”
She giggled, “You just… you smell so good… so… sweet… like nuts… and honey…” she replied as she turned her head and deeply inhaled his palm.
Liam furrowed his brow. “Oh… um… thank you?” He responded with uncertainty.
“You just smell so… heavenly… and... mouthwatering…” she mewled as she licked his palm.
"I do?" Liam asked, completely confused by her sudden shift in behavior.
"Mmhhmmm."
“Like… like what?”
“Baklava.” She said as she chomped Liam’s thumb.
“Hey! Riley, that… that hurts!” He tried to pull his hand away, but Riley’s grip tightened.
“But I bet you taste soooo good, Liam! I just wanna eat you up.” She started gnawing on his wrist, biting harder and harder; he swore she was breaking his skin.
“Riley! Riley! Stop!” He yelled as he squirmed underneath her, but she would not relent. He felt a sharp, piercing pain in his arm and watched in horror as she tore a piece of flesh from his body; blood squirting from the open wound and covering the both of them.
She thoroughly chewed his flesh with a satisfied smile before she went back for more. “Mmm…. sho good.” She rolled her eyes as she swallowed another chunk of skin. She slurped at the blood that surrounded her mouth before she returned to his wound, lapping at it like a deprived dog finally given water.
“Riley! Riley! Stop! STOOOOOOOP!”
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Liam flew forward in a panic; his breathing rapid and labored, his elevated pulse thundering in his ears, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He frantically searched his darkened surroundings, looking to see if Riley was still there, but found no signs of anyone.
He glanced down at his body and saw absolutely nothing; no marks, cuts, blood, or any signs of injury. He quickly pulled the blanket back and saw his pajama pants, just as they were when he had gone to bed.
Bastien heard Liam’s yells from his position outside and barged into the room. “Is something wrong, sir?”
“I…I don’t think so…” Liam answered unsurely as he rubbed his uninjured wrist. “Has… has anyone come in here?”
“No, sir. I’ve been outside your door since you arrived. Nobody has been here.” Bastien reassured him. “Why? Do you believe there’s been a breach?”
“No! No. Nothing like that. I was only asking. Thank you, Bastien.”
Bastien bowed with a bewildered expression, but left the room. As soon as he did, Liam stood up and made a quick dash to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror.
He searched his reflection with intent; Liam saw that his neck and upper body were pristine and unmarked, no signs of the late-night fornication to be found. He checked other areas of his body, but no remnants of his wild encounter remained. He ran his hand through his lightly tousled hair and stared at his reflection for a long while, trying to make sense of what he could have just experienced.
He shook his head with a quiet laugh before he said, “I am never drinking tequila before bed again.”
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⚾️ A Brand NEW Choices Event ⚾️
Do you hear that? The birds are sweetly singing a new song while the bees are bumbling to a buzzworthy bop. That can only mean one thing... LOVE IS IN THE AIR! 💋
This calls for a new Choices fandom event! From May 22-26th, we will be hosting Spring Fever Pitch, a creator event where we celebrate love and how our favorite characters express it physically to each other.
Because there are so many ways of expressing love through touch and so many different comfort levels amongst creators, we will be using the baseball euphemism of the four bases. Don't worry; you don't have to be a baseball fan to join in on the fun.
Here's how it works:
First...
You can be as sweet or as naughty as you want to be! Just think: this is your chance to write about your OTP's first date or their first romp to test their limits.
Next, you need a place! We have divided the locations into generalized categories per day.
Now, create! Write a story. Develop a headcanon. Share some artwork. Do what you do best, and most importantly, have fun doing it! ❤️
Are you more of a daredevil and want more of a challenge?
The Concession Stand is open to take your orders! For more information, click here! Ready to order? Fill out this form! We'd like to gently remind you that if you do sign-up to participate in the Concession Stand, we are eagerly looking forward to your participation.
Due to the sensitive nature of this event, trigger warnings and NSFW tagging must be used where appropriate. If you have any questions, Asks are open as well as our DMs!
Thank you for letting us open up this opportunity to the Choices family. We look forward to a fun and sexy event! ❤️
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Follower Appreciation Post
Okay, first of all.....
I just want to take a moment to say how much I appreciate all my followers and all the friendships I've made here.
And to show my appreciation, I'm going to open my asks for a little drabble event. Here are the parameters:
You can ask me to write anything you want. So yes, @twinkleallnight, this means you can ask for Drake x Olivia 😆
I reserve the right to refuse to fulfill any request for any reason (I can't imagine a situation where this would happen, but I'm covering my bases)
I will endeavor to keep my responses to 500 words or less.
I will accept requests for this challenge through the end of next week. So March 22nd, 2024.
Requests can be for fics, or they can just be questions about any of my existing characters/pairings. In addition to the series on my primary master list, feel free to send asks for Cordonian Royal Airlines or Law's End.
Requests do not have to be TRR though that is the primary fandom I write for.
Just FYI, I likely will not start on these until April.
Choices fandoms I will take requests for:
The Royal Romance
Ride or Die
Bloodbound
Queen B
Open Heart
Romance Club fandoms I will take requests for:
Heaven's Secret
Vying for Versailles
On Thin Ice
Tagging everyone on my "everything" master list under the cut.
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New Traditions
Trystan may have lived in New York for years, but Thanksgiving was always just another day. This year, he's spending it with Carolina, Tommy, and their friends. He's impressed with their celebration's Latin flair and their generous, unique traditions, all of which lead him to a bit of self-discovery.
Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Book 2)
Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)
Other Characters: Tommy Rose, Luke Watanabe, Ruby Webster, Mafalda Ginovesi.
Words: 1,800
Rating: Teen
A/N: This had been in the works already, but I appreciated the ask as well! Participating in @choicesnovchallenge - Thanksgiving / @choicesholidays - I'm thankful for you... / @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event
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Carolina stood quietly in a darkened corner behind the bar, eyes focused on her task. The day before Thanksgiving was always chaotic at her uncle's bar, but she had only one care in the world: slicing plantains with meticulous precision. She was grateful for the repetitive task, for while it was a happy chaos that surrounded her, it kept her out of the melee.
“Luke!” Rubby yelled from across the room, eyeing the seating chart on her clipboard. “What did you do? This table isn’t supposed to be here.”
“If we put it this way, it will give us more room to walk behind and serve food,” he insisted.
“Yes. But if we put it this way, we can’t put another against the wall. If the same amount of people show up as last year, we won’t have room for everyone to sit.”
“But....”
“But nothing,” Mafalda scolded from a few feet away. “I personally put Ruby in charge of the seating for a reason. We aren’t expecting as many as last year; we’re expecting more, and we have to maximize seating.”
“Fine,” Luke sighed begrudgingly. “I’ll defer to the boss.”
“And in this situation, that’s clearly Ruby,” Carolina winked. “Right, Luke?”
Luke was about to retort when he was interrupted by Uncle Tommy running through the room.
“Coming through! Coming through! I have the pernil!”
“He has the Pernil,” Mafalda sang joyfully. “Now, we know it’s going to be a party!”
“Yeah, too bad it’s not for us,” Carolina chuckled.
Tommy turned to his niece with sympathetic eyes. “Sobrina, you know the rules. You’ll have plenty of your own pernil... tomorrow.”
“I know, I know... I’m just teasing! I love our community Thanksgiving. I wouldn’t change it for anything!”
There was a loud tap on the front door, and Carolina’s face brightened visibly when she saw Trystan outside, his arms loaded with boxes filled with baked goods. She and Ruby both rushed to greet him.
“Hello, gorgeous!” Carolina beamed, placing a quick peck on Trystan’s ice-cold cheek as Ruby helped take the falling boxes from his hands.
“Thanks for the help there, Carolina,” Ruby teased.
But Trystan wouldn’t have it. “Hey! Priorities!” He took off his jacket, and a chill ran through him. “God, it’s cold out there.”
“Well, perhaps you should begin dressing for New York winters,” Carolina reprimanded.
“Says you!” Luke interrupted. “I’ve never seen you in more than that unlined leather.”
“Yes, but style matters to me... and besides... I don’t complain about the cold.”
“She’s got you there,” Ruby agreed.
“No matter,” Carolina dismissed, “Because I have the perfect way to help you warm up.”
Trystan raised a brow as he took Carolina under his arm. “Oh, do you now?”
But she pushed him away with a giggle. “Easy there, tiger! I meant you could work up a sweat helping me slice the plantains. We have five pastelons to make, and they’re not going to cut themselves.”
He followed her behind the bar and lifted the largest plantain with an adolescent amusement.
“Oh, slicing phallic-shaped fruits into pieces... that’s how I’m going to warm up.”
“Yes it is,” Mafalda smirked. “And I’d be careful if I were you! Because Carolina finds that task very relaxing.”
“Yeah, I’d be good if I were, pal,” Luke cautioned.
Trystan wrapped his arms around Carolina and pulled her into a kiss. “As if I’d be anything but."
“Iww. Gross,” Luke protested. But Carolina wouldn’t have it.
“Hey, you started it!”
Tommy came in from the kitchen with some appetizers, and the group gathered around the bar as Trystan and Carolina continued slicing away.
“So, what are pastelons anyway,” Trystan asked.
“It’s sort of like a lasagna, but instead of layered pasta, we use layers of sliced plantain,” Carolina advised.
“And it’s delicious,” Ruby salivated. “Pastelon, Tommy’s pernil, and some arroz con gandules... that’s all I need to be happy in this world.”
“Good to know," Luke deadpanned.
“I meant foodwise, of course.”
“While everything sounds delicious, I’ve done some research, and this isn’t traditional Thanksgiving fare.”
“It’s traditional Thanksgiving fare when you’re dating a Puerto Rican from the Bronx, my love,” Carolina smiled.
“It’s not as if we won’t have the rest,” Tommy piped in. “I have three turkeys in the oven right now, along with stuffing, and my mashed potatoes are to die for.”
“What about yams?” Trystan asked, earning him peculiar looks from all in attendance.
“Honey... no one eats yams.”
“You’re kidding me!” He gasped in mock horror. “Now, my entire holiday is ruined! I was led to believe there would be yams!”
“Babe, you’re making far too big a deal out of this.”
“I know. I yam,” Trystan grinned.
Carolina playfully smacked his arm as the others groaned.
“How did we end up with him?” Luke asked.
“It was sheer luck on your part!” Trystan stated. “So, how did this evening's tradition begin?”
“Opening the bar to the community?” Carolina asked. “We’ve been doing this since I was very young. My father and Uncle Tommy always loved doing this, and I followed in their footsteps.”
Tommy poured some wine for all as he began to share the story.
“Jimmy and I were working late one year, and a woman came in quite distraught. Her husband had recently died, leaving her with three young children. She didn’t have the money for a proper Thanksgiving dinner, but it had been her late husband’s favorite holiday, and she didn’t want the kids to go without. Jimmy and I just shot each other a look; we knew what we were going to do. We told her not to worry about it and, on Thanksgiving Day, we brought everything her family needed to her apartment. It was the best feeling to know we could help.”
“This has always been a low-income community,” Carolina added. “So, there are a lot of families who have to do without.”
“She’s right,” Tommy nodded. “But it isn’t only about money. We have a large immigrant community, and sometimes they don’t have family here, and it can be hard to spend the holiday's alone."
“Exactly,” Mafalda agreed. “Not to mention, everyone isn't blessed with a loving family. Some choose not to spend the holidays at home because their family isn’t accepting.”
“Amen to that,” Carolina agreed. “I remember when I told my father and Tio that I was bisexual. They were great, but many of my friends were not that fortunate. Let’s just say the holidays can be the most depressing time of the year for many people, and we like to do our part to help that where we can.”
“So we decided we’d always open The Drunk Tank to the community on Thanksgiving Eve. No one is turned away.”
Carolina nodded in agreement. “And once local residents and businesses learned about this, they began to give us donations, and it’s gotten bigger every year that we’ve hosted.”
“Yep, and all we ask is that everyone pay it forward with an act of kindness to others.”
“This is a beautiful tradition,” Trystan said, his voice rife with emotion. “So you have Thanksgiving with your community today and again with the family tomorrow.”
“Almost,” Tommy corrected. “We get to have Thanksgiving with our family today and tomorrow. Our extended family today, and our closest family tomorrow.”
“We don’t do much eating tonight,” Luke informed. “Tonight, we’re here to serve. But tomorrow, make sure you wear your yoga pants, Trystan, because eating becomes a competitive sport.”
“Yoga pants?” Trystan asked. “I don’t think I own yoga pants.”
“Well, then you better squeeze into a pair of mine,” Carolina insisted. “Because, trust me, you won’t survive the day without the benefit of spandex.”
Shortly after, people began to arrive, and the flow never seemed to end. It was hard work, but the team worked together, and you could feel the joy and electricity in the air. Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, Tommy was locking the door after the last guest left shortly after midnight. After quickly cleaning up, Tommy happily lined up glasses on the bar for one last tradition.
“Oh! This is my absolute favorite part of the night!” Mafalda grinned. "Coquito!"
“This isn’t my favorite part of the night,” Carolina said, grabbing her delicious coconut, rum and spice beverage. “This is my favorite part of the year."
“Yeah, why don’t we have coquito year-round?” Luke asked.
“Because if we did, then it wouldn’t be so special now.” Tommy said as he raised his glass. “To another successful Thanksgiving, and to the most important thing of all... family.... which includes every one of you.”
“Hear, hear,” Ruby nodded as glasses clinked together.
Later that night, Trystan mindlessly played with Carolina’s hair as she nuzzled her head on his chest. Exhausted but still buzzing with joy, they simply reveled in the thing they were most thankful for that year... each other. Though he was silent, Carolina could tell Trystan was deep in thought.
“What’s on your mind,” she whispered. “You’re never this quiet.”
“Are you saying I’m a loudmouth?” He asked.
“Just answer my question,” she laughed. “I won’t be forced into brutal honesty on this special day.”
But Trystan refrained a moment longer, and Carolina felt when he swallowed hard. “That’s just it,” he said with a broken voice. “This day is special, and I’m sure tomorrow will be, too.”
“It will be. We are pretty casual about it, but it’s a day filled with fun, food, and the people we love.”
“It’s about... family.” Trystan paused, gently lifting Carolina’s chin to face him. “You know there are plenty of us Thorne’s; if we follow the textbook definition, it is a family.”
“Yes...”
“I’ve spent most of my life with them, and I always felt so alone. But tonight... here with you, and Tommy, and everyone... Carolina, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever spent a holiday as part of a family, a true family... and that’s all because of you.”
With tears in her eyes, Carolina leaned over and met Trystan with a warm, gentle kiss. When they eventually broke away, each wore blissful grins.
“It’s not all because of me,” she insisted. “We wouldn’t let just anyone in, you know. It took someone pretty incredible.”
“I am incredible,” he smirked. “Aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are. And you’re humble... oh, so humble.”
They both giggled as Trystan pulled her close.
“I love when you acknowledge that,” he teased. “But all joking aside... I’m so grateful for what we share. You... you’re my family, Carolina. And I never plan on letting you go."
“Damn right,” she beamed. “Because you’re my family too, and family is forever.”
~~~~ So, our Drakovian prince and New York Rican princess are happy again... I sense some drama coming soon! lol Thank you for reading!
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When life gets in the way
Book: Open Heart (AU)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine
Word count: 521
Warnings: Language
Category: Fluff
Summary: Casey received some unexpected news that expedites some plans.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry and scene is from the writers of Grey’s Anatomy.
Authors note. Thanks to @angelasscribbles for the prompt of inserting Casey and Ethan into the Meredith and Derek post it wedding. I hope you like it. This is part of the @choicesprompts rewrite event
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Casey was feeling unwell again this morning. Ethan had offered to stay off with her too but Casey wanted proof that her and her fiancé were going to be three before telling him. It had been a warmer summer than usual so when Casey was first unwell she put it down to heat exhaustion but she could not shake it off.
When Ethan was gone she got up and fought the wave of nausea that crashed over her and made her way to the bathroom. After letting the wave pass she got the test out and peed on the stick, she placed the test face down, had a shower and looked at the test. It was positive. She got dressed and made her way to work.
She was nervous. She had told Ethan she would be in if she felt better but now her stomach was churning more than ever. She makes her way to the DT office, he is there and thankfully alone.
He looks up, surprised to see Casey.
“What’s up sweetheart?”
She sits on the desk and retrieves the test from her bag.
“This is up” says Casey.
Ethan does a double take.
“What? Are you sure?”
“I have not done a blood test to confirm but I am late and I have been feeling nauseous and exhausted. So yeah, I am sure enough.”
“Fuck” said Ethan as he slumps back into his chair. “We did not plan this, hell we have not long being engaged, let alone discussed children.”
“I know you said they were not in your future…”
“That was before I accepted that I loved you and wanted a relationship with you, Casey.”
“What are we going to do Ethan?”
He rummages through his desk, looking for a piece of paper with nothing written on it but has no luck. He groans in frustration.
“Do you have a piece of paper?”
Casey looks bemused.
“What do you need a piece of paper for? And no, I only have a post it.”
Ethan grabs the post it note pad and asks Casey.
“What do you want in our vows, Rookie?”
“What?” Asks Casey, confused.
“Our vows rookie, what do you want in them?”
“That we love each other, even when you are being an obstinate ass.”
Ethan chuckled and writes it done.
“No running” says Ethan. “I have done so enough in the past and I am done.”
Casey smiles.
“That we will look after each other, even when we are old grey and senile.” Ethan kisses her. He then states that this is forever. “It sure is” says Casey, who has a tear in her eye.
They sign the post it.
“Can I kiss the bride?”
Casey nods before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
“I love you”
“I love you both” says Ethan as he stroked Casey’s stomach.
“We’re married” says Casey.
“Yes, we are” says Ethan. Just then their pavers go off.
“Best get back to it.” Said Ethan. “Don’t worry we will celebrate properly later.”
“Looking forward to it already says Casey as they head off to tend to their patients.
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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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‘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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Worthy Of Love
Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU)
Characters: Veronica Dantas (F!OC), Yusuf Konevi, Annabelle Parsons
Pairing: Annabelle Parsons x F!OC (Veronica)
Rating: M
Word count: 1215
Reading time: ~5min
Summary: A visit to a place Veronica has been avoiding for years will evoke memories and feelings she’d rather ignore.
Based on the prompt: @choicespride Holiday Pride Event - Religious Trauma/Crisis
Author's note:
Veronica Dantas is a creation of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios;
@missameliep‘s ask about the nice and naughty list got me thinking about Annabelle and Veronica too. This story isn’t as cute as I hoped it would be, but it still had to be written. Btw, Ann and Vee are totally on the nice list ❤
Warning: This piece contains subjects (mentions of homophobia and psychological trauma) may be disturbing for some people. Reader discretion is advised.
Veronica stopped before Saint Paul's Cathedral and shoved her hands into her coat pockets as she looked up at the Renaissant/Baroque church. Though some restorations were made on the building since the last time she had been here, to her it seemed like not a single thing had changed.
A chill coursed through her spine, but she chose to ignore it. "It's just cold weather," she told herself. Then, with quiet steps, she tentatively walked in, hoping the clacking of her boots didn't distract the children's choir rehearsal for Christmas services.
As she took a seat on the bench closest to the door, she looked at the altar to watch the rehearsal. A group of fifteen girls between six to eight years old giggled whilst the coach, a man that looked like a former member of a grunge band, made oddly funny gestures to explain how a specific part of the music should be sung.
By the piano, Annabelle calmly waited as the choir coach instructed the kids. With her shoulders back, hair tied on a low messy bun and hand placed over her legs, she looked absolutely stunning. Veronica loved that about her. Her posture, elegance, and gracefulness. Quite the opposite of herself.
At last, her eyes met her partner's and they shared a timid smile from afar. But before anyone noticed, both of them looked away and the rehearsal continued.
Mixed feelings rose within Veronica's chest as the choir began to sing Child Of The Poor. Memories of herself as a kid, also part of the choir in this same church flooded her thoughts. Raised in a Christian home, she always attended church services, Sunday school, and choir rehearsals. It was fun for a while.
When she grew older, however, things changed. People stared, shook their heads in disapproval. Good Christian girls can't do this, good Christian girls can't say that. But it got worse she moved to live next to her father's family. She did her best to do everything she was told. But it was hard to fit in when everyone told her she couldn't be herself and seek "professional help", otherwise the Lord would never approve of her. But wasn't that the same God described in the bible as Love itself? Why did others insist she wouldn't be worthy of love?
She looked down at her hands as her eyes welled up. Of all the places they could've chosen to meet up before joining their friends for drinks, did she really have to meet Annabelle at St. Paul's? After so many years of avoiding religious-related things and places like the plague, she shouldn't have agreed to be here just because someone she loves dearly wants it.
Veronica quickly brushed away the tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks. She was done with this bullshit years ago. She couldn't cry over this again.
"Is this seat taken?" A calm and deep voice she knew so well caught her attention.
"Yusuf?!"
"Hi," Yusuf answered with a broad smile and sat next to his friend.
"Hi... I thought you and Bart would meet everyone in the pub."
"That was the plan. When you said you'd meet Annabelle here, Hamid and I were a bit concerned.
"Was it that obvious it wouldn't end well?"
"No. But abi¹ and I know how much this could affect you. How are you feeling?"
"I don't know... Overwhelmed, I guess..." Averting her gaze, a rueful smile adorned her lips. "But hey, I just proved Dame Margot Aldridge wrong. I didn't burst into flames when I walked in here."
Yusuf shook his head, but couldn't suppress a chuckle.
As their smiles faded, both of them looked at the altar. The children beamed singing Oh, Come All Ye Faithful whilst Annabelle played the song with ease.
"I see why Annabelle always offers to play. These kids are quite talented," Yusuf commented.
"Yeah... Somehow, she only has fond memories of her time in church groups."
They continued to watch the rehearsal for a while before Veronica spoke up again.
"You didn't have the best experience during your time in halaqas either and you're still very Muslim. What's your secret?"
"Years of therapy."
She chuckled.
"I think it finally hit me when I learned Arab and could read the Quran myself. It doesn't say much about homosexuality, except for the Sodom and Gomorrah surahs. Which is also the only moment mentioned in the Bible. The hatred we endured and the bullying we suffered aren't encouraged by the Prophet or Jesus Christ. They tell us the very opposite. Allah created diversity. He wanted all of us to be different and still love each other."
"I wonder how bigots ever finish secondary school given how they often lack basic skills like reading and understanding a book," she grumbled.
"A very good question," he nodded in agreement. "But what really matters to us is knowing we are worthy of Allah's love. And we don't need other people's approval to do so."
A tear rolled down her cheek. Before she could wipe it, Yusuf moved closer and enveloped his friend in a warm embrace.
"You really came a long way from the days you weren't even sure if you'd ever come out," Veronica said with a small smile.
"I wouldn't have crossed to that long path if it wasn't for a psychologist/friend of mine who said I should try psychotherapy to handle all the baggage I couldn't carry on my own," he commented, nudging her with an elbow.
She pursed her lips but nodded. "Okay, okay... I got the message. I'll talk to my therapist about it in the next session."
"That's the spirit!"
As the choir ended the last Christmas carol, the small crowd watching the rehearsal applauded the girls. Veronica and Yusuf followed suit. Her eyes and Annabelle's met again.
"It'll be a good step for you, especially now that you two are planning the wedding ceremony," Yusuf commented.
"What if I don't heal fast enough to agree with this blessing thing she wants so much?"
"The important thing is that you'll finally talk about it with someone other than Hamid and me, V. Annabelle is a thoughtful person and she loves you. She will understand if you need more time."
Whilst the people began to leave the cathedral, Annabelle sauntered over to them.
"Hey! I didn't know you'd be here," Annabelle said, greeting Yusuf with a hug.
"I was driving nearby and remembered you two would be here. You made such a compelling speech about the children's choir, I had to see it for myself," Yusuf explained with a smile.
"Aren't they amazing?" Annabelle enthused.
"They are. Christmas services will be beautiful," Yusuf agreed.
"Did you like it too, darling?" Annabelle turned to her fiancee.
"Yeah..."
Veronica exchanged glances with her friend, who gave her an encouraging nod and a smile. She then moved closer to her partner.
"In fact, there's something I want to talk to you about. Can we go for a walk before joining everyone in the pub?"
"Sure."
"I'll see you two later," Yusuf declared.
As they bid farewell to Yusuf, Veronica walked out of the cathedral alongside her fiancee. This might not be the pleasant talk she hoped to have whenever she thought about their upcoming wedding ceremony. But it certainly was a necessary one.
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¹ Abi: older brother. Often used to refer to a friend a bit older than the person speaking.
² Halaqas: religious gathering to study the Islam or the Quran
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The Bake-Off Disaster
Book: Open Heart
Characters/Pairing: Tessa Martinez (MC) x Ethan Ramsey
Rating: General, Fluff-ish
Word Count: 1,282
Summary: Tessa created a bit of a disaster at the baked good table in the doctor's lounge.
Prompt(s): You give the best hugs (prompt will be in bold)
A/N: Submission for Naughty or Nice Event @choicesficwriterscreations
A/N2: Apologies for any errors this has not been edited (editor had the day off, me I'm the editor) Hope you enjoy!
Some Characters/Locations belong to Pixelberry
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“So what’s the prognosis?”
Tessa asked the interns as soon as the door closed to the Doctors Lounge. The three interns she had left in charge to handle the disaster she created turned around to face her, the look on their faces similar to the one she had when they walked in on her.
“Oh. Dr. Martinez its just you.”
Tessa strides towards them to see what they had come up with. They part to let her see the table her good friend Sienna had helped set up for the Halloween Bake Off. Her eyes went wide at what she saw.
They were gone.
“What happened?” Tessa gasped.
The interns look at each other nervously. “Uh— we thought it was best to get rid of them.” Dr. Prescott tells her, his normally deep voice a bit high.
Tessa frantically looks around the lounge, seeing no sign on the most adorable Halloween cupcakes Sienna had made. “Wha..What do you mean you got rid of them?”
“Well we had two possible options.” Dr. Armstrong tells her, lifting his hand with two fingers up.
“Pray tell what were they.”
“Try to fix them.”
Tessa knew that was impossible because she, herself, wasn’t able to fix the adorable ghost, vampires and witches toppings Sienna did. She closes her eyes and sighs. “And the second?”
“Eat them.”
Oh no!
The three of them ate twenty cupcakes in about the fifteen minutes she was gone. Tessa massages her temples before she looks back up at them. She was going to have three interns sick to their stomaches because they inhaled sugary baked goods. But when she looked up at them none of them had the food dye from the frosting coloring their lips.
“If you ate them why are your lips not green, red or black?” She asks them.
“Dr. Martinez, we were one cupcake in each and we couldn’t.” Dr. Armstrong tells her. “Not to say that they weren’t delicious. Dr. Trinh always makes heavenly baked good but there was a lot of them.”
Tessa began to wonder what exactly they did with them if one they couldn’t fix them and two they didn’t eat them. Her gaze went to the silver trash can that was close to the table. “If it wasn’t those two options you guys must have come up with a third option.”
“We did.” Dr. Soto finally decides to chime in. “We hid them.”
“That’s how you got rid of them? Where?”
The three doctors look up to the cupboard over the coffee machine. Tessa goes over and opens the counter not seeing them, she steps back until she could see the tip of a witches hat poking out from the very top shelve.
“Dr. Martinez, we’re gonna go. We’ve been gone for too long and if Dr. Ramsey finds out we will be on his shit list. And we’re the last ones he hasn’t…”
“It’s alright you can go.” Tessa interrupts Dr. Prescott. “Thank you for trying.” She gives them a reassuring smile. If Ethan said anything to them she would tell him that they were gone because of her, they were good doctors and she knew how Ethan could get.
She watched as the doctors files out of from the lounge, leaving her alone. She created this mess when she came to drop off her entry to the bakeoff. She used her day off to make her fall/Halloween inspired conchas, a Mexican sweet bread, her grandma had made when she was younger.
Tessa had walked into Edenbrook delighted with how they turned out. When she came to display them for the staff to take and enjoy, she saw Sienna had already came in and placed the most perfect cupcakes she had ever seen. The only thing Tessa had to do was make room for her things.
And that was when disaster struck. After placing her tray down, she picked up the cake stand Sienna had the cupcakes on. It was filled with the assortment of Halloween characters, but a tiniest flick of her wrist on the base, they slipped, falling off like dominoes on to the ones on the table that didn’t fit the stand.
Now she was standing in the lounge with the cupboard open wondering how she was going to get the cupcakes down. She would have to tell Sienna what she did, not that she wasn’t going to tell her good friend. Tessa knew it was going to bum her friend out, she was looking forward to this today.
She lifted her knee up onto the counter, hoisting herself with the assistance from grabbing one of the shelves inside. Steadying her feet on the counter, once up she saw the remaining cupcakes she destroyed. She frowned at her situation, it was going to take her some time to take them down and she was going to fix them no matter what.
Tessa had to do that all that before someone could walk in on her again and she had no clue how much time she had before that happened. Her lips pressed into a thin line trying to plan the most efficient way to bring them down.
“Tess? What are doing up there?” Ethan’s deep voice startles her.
Turning slightly to her side, she sees him standing in front of the door, arms crossed over his chest. “Trying to get something down from the top shelf.”
“Get down from there. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He tells her.
“Ethan.” She calls out. “I need to get these down and try to make it right.” Tessa’s voice catches in her throat, biting back the emotions that would surely going to make her cry.
“What are you talking about?”
“Grab the chair and come over and help me, please?”
Ethan had no choice when he heard Tessa asked to help like she just did. He was wondering what she had done to think she had to make things right. And why would she need to get something down from the top of the cupboard. He took one of the chairs from the table and made his way next to her.
He stood on the chair, Tessa next to him and that is when he saw them. The cupcakes Dr. Trinh had made, hiding after being squashed flat. Ethan had walked into the lounge when Sienna was setting them up and he remembers that they didn’t look anything like they did now.
Ethan holds a smirk back as he could only imagine what Tessa might have done.
“Don’t laugh Ethan.” Tessa tells him, her brown eyes looking at him with sadness.
“I’m not!”
He wraps an arm around her waist, carefully bringing her closer to him, wraps his other arm around his girlfriend, hugging her. Tessa pressing her cheek to his chest as her arms wrap around him in response.
“I didn’t peg you to the jealous type Rookie.”
“It was an accident.”
“I’m sure it was Tessa.”
Ethan wondered what the happened to have her in this situation.
“It was, they slipped from the stand and fell onto the ones on the table. I tried to fix them but it was hopeless.”
He understood that but why and how they ended up on the top shelf, stumped him. So he did what he knew would bring her comfort, he hugged her tighter. “Come on Tess. I’ll help you fix them. But you’re gonna have to tell Sienna.”
“I know. I was I swear but can you hug me just a little bit longer.”
Ethan kisses the top of her head. “Of course.”
“Thank you. You give the best hugs and they always tend to make things better.”
tags: @openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations @cariantha @nikirennie87 @issabees @txemrn
#naughty or nice choices event#choices open heart#open heart ethan#open heart fanfic#ethan x tessa#ethan ramsey#open heart halloween
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[cw for (non-)discussion of abortion in (fan)fiction]
stories are so interesting bc like. truly there's so much going on there wrt like. what it actually occurs to us to Examine vs what it doesn't
anyway that could be a preface to a million different sorts of posts but i'm just thinking about how the other day an author i'm subscribed to dropped a fic in a Hashtag Problematic fandom with an extensive disclaimer at the beginning abt the terms of their continued engagement with said fandom
and then there was a scene in the fic where like. a married couple find out unexpectedly that the wife is pregnant, and they've already got a few kids and seem quite taken aback at the thought of another, and the medical professional who's revealed this to them is like, 'we can get you hooked up with more reliable birth control after the baby gets here, haha,' and i was like. literally why are you jumping to 'after the baby gets here' before they've actually given you any clear cues abt whether they want it to get there at all! because frankly 'we've got the number of kids we wanted and i'm not up for having any more' is a really excellent reason to get an abortion! that comment put pressure on one side of the scale in a way that frankly i thought was totally inappropriate!
and it's just like. i feel pretty confident the author did not intend this as anti-choice messaging—it seems much likelier to me that in their head it was just like 'these characters are Married and Popping Out Sprogs and of course they'd just tack on another one no problem, let's get back to the real function of this scene, namely character/relationship development for our main pairing!' but. the impact of it is in fact anti-choice, in that it doesn't make explicit or even any room for the idea that there's even a choice to be made here; and in fact, while i get the sense that the scene is intended to establish, among other things, the medical professional's Skill at Diagnosis, it actually made them look less skillful in my eyes, because to me a really critical piece of competence in this context is 'not leaning on the scale when you present options'?
and anyway it just got me thinking like—the author had this whole disclaimer at the beginning abt Engaging With This Fandom in 2023 but like. where's their disclaimer abt having produced what's effectively, if subtly, an anti-choice narrative, at a time in which abortion access in the US is becoming increasingly, horribly restricted? because frankly at least with the fandom i knew what i was getting going in!
#anyway like. have less than zero desire to like. lobby for the author's cancellation over this or whatever#fanfic is not what's driving anti-choice legislation#and in any event i would really not call this a deliberate concerted effort at anti-choice messaging#it's such a throwaway point in the overall arc of the story i think it just. didn't get examined in its own right at all#but it's just like. it's good to try to warn for things#but then so often stuff that would merit a warning is just. absolutely under the author's own radar#and so they're like. warning for obvious stuff while totally *not* warning for really insidious stuff#anyway this is not meant 2 be didactic‚ i have no Conclusion I Think Everyone Should Agree With Me About‚ i'm just contemplating#fannish things#Fannish Ethical Concerns
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From the host... This was such a fun event! I can't thank our talented creators enough for making SFP such a success! I thought I was simply hosting an event, but rather, I got to chat and get to know know several of y'all, and in turn, you blessed me! Thank you for sharing your gifts and creativity! Hugs all around! 🖤
Please go check out these fics! Give them a like, reblog and/or a comment! You will really make someone's day brighter!
Also, don't forget to check out the stories from the Home Team!
⚾- Fic created with the help of the Concession Stand
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The First Kiss ⚾ - @twinkleallnight
Location: Domestic, Fun
The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x Olivia Nevrakis
Paint the Night (Colourblind) - @socalwriterbee
Location: Water
The Nanny Affair; m!Sam Dalton x MC (Marie Castro)
We're Still Friends - @txemrn
Location: Work/School
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)
Wildflower ⚾ - @peonierose
Location: Domestic
Open Heart; f!MC (Keiki Lahela) x m!OC (Koa Haulani)
Sweet Escape - @socalwriterbee
Location: Work/School
Witness: A Bodyguard Romance; m!Cassian Keane x f!MC/OC (Viviana "Ana" Marin)
Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine
Location: Water
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Laura Levchenko)
The Lighthouse ⚾ - @socalwriterbee
Location: Fun, Water
The Royal Romance; Maxwell Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis
Pearls - @txemrn
Location: Domestic
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)
Conquest - @the-pale-goddess
Location: Fun
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Tiffany Addams)
The Long Way Home - @cariantha
Location: Water
Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sawyer Brooks)
Sleepless in New York, Chapter 10: Darkfall - @karahalloway
Location: Domestic
The Royal Romance; Drake Walker x f!OC (Harper Gale)
Ti Amo Molto ⚾ - @tessa-liam
Location: Fun, Water
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks-Rys)
A Wild Ride - @kristinamae093
Location: Fun
The Royal Romance; Liam Rys x MC (Riley Brooks)
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MLQC One-Shot: Guise of a Greek God
I had a strange urge to work on this draft I had in my phone for months and the very next day the Oracle event was announced lol---it was supposed to be a long fanfic but I think this will suffice :)
Featuring: GreekGod!Gavin x reader
Summary: A girl enjoys living her tranquil life in her village in Ancient Greece. She heard many stories of heroes and ordinary mortals encountering the gods whom they worship. As a matter of fact, she met one without knowing.
Warnings/Notes: No spoilers from Oracle Revelation event dates, inspired by existing myths, brief mentions of Ancient Greece's shame culture, the Wish Tree Event appears to be Greco-Roman inspired but I kept it only Greek here :)
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- Like the other gods, Gavin was immortal who possess eternal youth and shape-shifting abilities. He was a well respected and admired god for his contribution in warfare and tactics.
- However, centuries passed and the gods of Olympus grew more prevalent across all regions. Gradually but surely, the history and existence of the remaining gods were forgotten among mortals, buried within fading parchment and abandoned ruins.
- It would be possible to join and live in Mount Olympus but Gavin preferred a life of solitude and tranquility. This hasn't changed up until now.
- Gavin doesn't often spend his time up in the heavens and prefers staying on Earth exploring uncharted regions in the mountains and rivers, undisturbed.
- Before nightfall, he usually bathes by a secluded waterfall. He is about to rinse off when he hears sudden splashing coming from the other side of the rocks.
- His face pales as soon as he peeks over where a maiden, completely bare, wades toward the opposite end of the waterfall, letting the water droplets trace over her smooth skin.
- What's worse is that he hasn't seen a mortal for centuries. He is trying to recall the last time when suddenly, she turns around, facing his direction.
- Hastily, he hides behind the boulder but the quick rush of water from his abrupt movement gives him away.
- "Who's there?" she says warily. Her voice is clear and steady. It sounds quite lovely. Somewhat intimidating but lovely nevertheless.
- When he remains silent, he hears the water parting away as she approaches.
- She'd be terrified if she finds him as a bare man and so he instinctively uses his godly ability to shapeshift into the first thing he can think of: a sparrow.
- Seeing a soaked little bird in the water, the girl decides to scoop it up and dry its wings. Her gentleness of her fingertips almost makes him melt from the affection that he doesn't realize he craves.
- Soon after, the girl befriends it after noticing that it hasn't flown away yet and so she talks to it a lot, treating it as if it understands every word. She offers it grains of wheat or fruits every time she finds the very sparrow in the nearby meadows. She treats any scrapes she finds on the bird, scolding it for its carelessness.
- She doesn't mean to give the bird a name but ends up calling it "Chirpy" after the bird turns its attention to her so earnestly when she first calls it that.
- She shares secrets that she doesn't tell anyone to Chirpy like her favourite hideaways, her fear of storms, what kind of person she wants to marry ..
- (maybe the bird is taking down mental notes)
- She wishes her friend could speak so she could hear its own secrets.
- Once, she said she loves peonies and azaleas and so in human form, Gavin spends hours alone making a decent flower wreath for her and the bird carries it to her the next day.
- The bird sometimes visits and perches on her windowsill. She welcomes it and shows it to her small home.
- When the girl brings Chirpy to her village, the bird makes a fuss when other guys get too close to the girl. It might flutter around the guys and maybe start snapping at them with his sharp beak lol
- In a stormy night, the lightning is more severe than usual as it hits nearby cliffs of the village. Gavin is worried and decides to check in on the girl in case she's afraid or if she got hurt.
- By the time he got there, the girl sees a soaking wet bird and she brings it in to dry off, assuming that her friend is seeking her help or at least safe and warm shelter.
- When he's convinced she'll be alright, the bird starts hopping back to the windowsill but she stops him.
- "Don't you dare, Chirpy! It's dangerous outside. The storm will probably stop tomorrow and it'll be safe to fly again then. You're still cold, come sleep with me tonight."
- ??? The bird thinks it misheard her.
- The girl insists and with the lack of strength compared to a human, the bird was tucked snug beside the girl on the bed--- it was really warm and cozy and eventually he couldn't help but fall asleep too...
-Unfortunately, it's so cozy that his shapeshifting slackens and wears off and he is in his human form again as he dozes with her.
- By the time it’s morning, the girl is snuggling against Gavin while he holds her protectively around his arms---the position was intimate with her face against his neck and his thigh between her legs.
- She wakes up first because the comforting warmth around her is unfamiliar and firm and muscular ... Seeing him, she almost screams as she tries to scramble away but he pulls her against him again.
- He’s stuck in his subconsciousness, clinging to the wonderful feeling of holding the girl he is---slowly but surely---falling in love with.
- Gavin wakes up when he hears her voice calling for help. At first, he's confused why she is staring at him in fright. Instinctively, he thinks he was injured or something but notices his human limbs around her.
- He immediately lets go and puts distance between each other as she wraps the blanket around her figure for decency.
- He apologizes immediately. He isn’t sure if he wants to disassociate this human form from the bird so he could return to the way things were. It’d be safer that way. Even if she views this version of him with terror.
- He's about to leave but she stops him, demanding answers and threatening him to not tell anyone about this or she will be shunned in her village.
- Gavin doesn't realize the latter part. He promises he won't and that he was not taking advantage of her.
- "Then why were you sleeping with me?? What did you do to the bird? How could you? It doesn't matter if it's a rare breed or not. It's my friend. You give her back!"
- "Him..." Gavin corrects in a murmur.
- "Huh?"
- Quickly changing the topic, Gavin asks what he could do to seek her forgiveness.
- "Tell me why you choose to target me! How many other women have you terrified? And how many birds did you steal? That's my dear friend! You deserve punishment!" The girl flew punches against his chest and he lets her, upset that he's the one making her cry and angry all at once.
- He explains that he would never do any of that, not when he believes birds should always be free and go as they please and not when he has fallen in love with one person. He urges her to keep beating him up and that he deserves it for making a foolish mistake.
- "...Did you ...do anything to me last night?" she asks, faltering.
- Gavin immediately holds her hands then thinks better of it and removes them reluctantly. "No. I would never. I promise. I won't ever hurt you."
- ‘Why is he so sincere and devoted? Who is he?’ the girl thinks.
- With a heavy heart, Gavin promises her that he'll leave the village and stay away and for a long time, he does just that. The bird hasn't shown up since.
-The girl’s look of terror and anger toward his human form made him want to stay a bird forever.
- A month passes and Gavin still can't help but yearn to see her again. Hesitant, he returns to her windowsill shyly as a sparrow.
- The gloomy look over her lifts as soon as she recognizes the bird. She cheers so joyously and sheds tears of relief, contrasting her anger and horror from before.
- She asks what happened and why it left during that night and explains how a man went to sleep with her.
- "I was so scared I thought the worst had happened to you and to me! He was so strange. But frankly, I thought about the incident for a while and I'm not that scared anymore...not of him anyway. It was so strange. He really did look remorseful and ashamed but that can't be! He was the one who went to sleep with me! Unless he sleepwalked? Well, how did he get into my house? The door wasn't broken either."
- Cautiously, she eyes the bird (he's grateful in this form; she doesn't expect an answer from him)
- The girl leans in and whispers, "...Don't tell anyone but ...I think he's kinda cute..I know! I know! It's wrong! Don't peck me! I know how much you hate guys!"
- The bird hasn't moved since its arrival. It now peers at her curiously.
- The girl stares out the window in deep thought. "He really did mean it. No one treated me differently since and I haven't seen him either. It was like a dream? The door and windows were locked. I don't understand how he got in...or how you got out."
- Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "Could he be a god? No wonder he looked so charming! What do you think, Chirpy?"
- Bird looks away---good thing you can never tell if a bird's face turns red.
- The subject is dropped because the girl focuses on welcoming back her good friend.
- Days later, she searches around the village’s temples but none of the gods resemble that guy from that night.
- There are small ruins nearby her favourite hideout spot near the mountains and she decides to inspect it closely. She looks around, but nothing is really there except overgrown trees with low branches, rubble and walls of vines.
- Bird is hesitant to follow and tries to motion her to leave with his fluttering wings but the girl doesn't listen.
- When she moves around the vines, she finds that they cover something sculpted marble--- highly unlikely nature formed without human craftsmanship.
- She climbs the big olive tree nearby and continues to push away the vines and eventually, she is face-to-face with a very tall statue. He had armour over his chiton with arm guards and greaves. A sword is sculpted at the side of his waist and laurels lie over his hair.
- His clothes aren't familiar, but his fringe and facial structure are.
- A familiar-looking bird was sculpted to be over his shoulder...
- The girl points at it, shocked at the suspicious coincidence. "Hey! He has a sparrow friend that looks awfully like you!" The pieces start to fall in place and the dawning realization and dread finally hit her: "I ...was with a god," she whispers. "I was yelling and threatening and hitting him...This can't be...I'm doomed..."
- Although she is not familiar with this particular god, she is hasty to plead for his forgiveness.
- She tries to scramble down to bow before the gigantic statue, planning to give all offerings she can, but she slips over the rock and falls toward the marble floor.
-The bird soars after her and before her eyes---in a flash---Gavin transforms back to his human form. He catches her and together, they land safely.
- The girl can't speak at first: "?!!! It ..uhm, Chirpy was...you the whole time??"
- The god rubs the back of his neck, unable to meet her eyes in this form. "Uhm, yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't want to frighten you and I couldn't find the right moment to tell you."
- "But you heard all of my secrets and personal matters and.." she falters before pointing at him. "You saw me bathe!"
- The god's face burns scarlet. He holds her accusing forefinger gently. "It was by accident! You heard me so I transformed to the first thing I could think of so I wouldn't frighten you. I'm sorry."
- "No, I'm the one who needs to apologize," the girl says as she bows. "My lord, please spare me. If I had known sooner, I wouldn't have acted so rashly. Please forgive me."
- He hurriedly brings her back to her feet. "There's no need to treat me like this."
- "But you're a god! Of course I must!" she insists.
- "Ahem. I really liked the way you treated me when I was a bird," he confesses.
- "I ... but why?"
- "You're very kind and very cute. You share your daydreams with me and I cherish them."
- "But my lord--!"
- "There's no need to call me that."
- "But---"
- Gavin gives a soft pat on her head. "I'm still your Chirpy."
- "But I don't think I can treat you like a bird friend anymore," she reasons. "This is such a big change!"
- "It's okay there's no need. You could maybe treat me as something more?" he suggests wistfully.
- The girl blinks. "Huh??"
- "When you talked about the man from that stormy night...you said he was charming. Does that still hold true?"
- Slowly, he holds her close, just like when they were sleeping together that night.
- The girl becomes a blushing mess. As she tries to fumble for an answer, he slowly leans in and kisses her causing her to melt against him.
- After a long moment, he pulls away. "A storm is coming. I'll take you back to your home...if you like."
- The girl nods, determined to hide her sheepishness. "Of course! That would be nice! Well, you know you could stay over ...if you like."
-Now he's a blushy mess awww
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This is a collab with me and my Greek mythology obsessed childhood self lol
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TROPED Choice: Horror
We’re back, witches! It’s time for the third annual Halloween Fanfic Challenge! For this Round of our TROPED: The Fanfic Writing Challenge, you will select the tropes you want to write and create the horror fic of your dreams! This challenge is open to All Fandoms!
How It Works:
This Challenge will be structured in a similar manner as previous Choice Events but with a little extra support: tropes and theme list will be released, three weeks to write, three (3) days to vote; one quick round, done and done!
It’s a Multifandom Event! Write from any fandom you’d like! All Fandoms are welcome and there is no minimum participation required for this event! And no sign-ups necessary!
Choose a Theme for your fic from our list of Horror-centric themes! Ghost stories, urban legends, slasher fics, or mystery thrillers, you name it, we wanna see it! But, if Horror isn’t your thing, these fics do not have to be scary (“horror” just sounds better than “halloween”)! Any and all Halloween-themed fics are also welcome here! While we are definitely encouraging scary, spooky, horror style fics, any fic with a general Halloween theme that follows our guidelines and tropes would work great, from a slasher flick inspired horror fic to a soft and fluffy trick-o’-treating kid fic!
Choose four (4) Tropes for your fic from our list of tropes! (You can, of course, choose more than four, but only the first four tropes you list will be included for voting). For this challenge, at least one of your four tropes must be a ‘Horror’ trope, which are in a separate list from the other tropes.
Write your fic in 10,000 words or less! You will upload your fic anonymously to the AO3 Collection linked below. Make sure you put what your theme is and what tropes you used in your fic summary, or in the notes at the TOP of your fic, so we can keep our eyes peeled for them as we read them! (If you are worried the tropes/themes will spoil your fic, you may put them in the notes at the bottom, but please let us know at the top if you choose to do so, and be sure that all of your tropes and themes are in the same place!)
This event will be Optionally Anonymous! Because we want this event to be much more chill, and the writing period will be open for the month, we will not require this event to be anonymous! However, if you would like to have your fic be anonymous, we will be sharing a small tutorial on how to make your fics anonymous and how to remove them from being anonymous sometime soon, so keep your eyes peeled!
Read and Review! Once you’ve submitted your own fic, take a look at the others in the competition! Please try to read as many as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners! This is not a requirement for participation, but it is highly encouraged and helps make TROPED build a strong community!
Community Voting! The voting for this event will be pretty simple! We will keep a list of all fics submitted for each event, and then at the end there will be a voting poll! Voting will be based on the use of your chosen theme, your combined use of all four chosen tropes, the combined use of your theme + your tropes, and bonus polls, most unique pairing (which will count for both platonic and romantic pairings), best scary story, and best use of Halloween! The voting will be based on the fics as a whole, and will include all fandoms together! If you do not want your fic included in the voting, you can let us know, or you can simply upload your fic to our non-anon collection instead! We will still share it along with the other fics and it will be included in all masterlists! We will provide a link when voting begins.
Timeline:
Trope and Theme Lists Open to the Public and Writing Period Begins: NOW! Saturday, October 1st at 12:00am
Writing Period Ends: Sunday, October 23rd at 3:00am PST / 6:00am EST
Voting Period: Friday, October 28th at 12:00am — Sunday, October 30th at 11:59pm
Winners Announced: Monday, October 31st!
*All times are Eastern Standard Time (EST) unless otherwise stated!*
Rules:
If you are a veteran to our TROPED Challenges, the rules for this Challenge are mostly the same as before, but any newbies joining the fun should definitely take a look at our TROPED RULES! For TROPED Choice: Horror, the Word Count is 10k or less, and Ratings G through E are allowed, but No Smut! For the full Rules and Guidlines, please check out our Masterpost in our pinned post and the Google Doc link in the reblog.
This writing challenge is meant to be a fun and positive experience for everyone. We reserve the right to disqualify anyone if we are reading their fic and we think it violates any of our rules!
If you have any questions about this event, the tropes and themes, fandoms or pairings, or any other concerns please send them to our Ask Box or DM a Mod ( @dylanobrienisbatman or @thelittlefanpire )
LINKS TO THE AO3 COLLECTION & THE TROPES + THEMES LIST IN THE RELBOGS!
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CFWC Valentine's Day 2023
Event Dates: Sun., Feb. 5th - Sat., Feb. 18th
Event Rules & Guidelines below break
Hi Everyone! We're keeping this simple!
Prompts are suggestions only. We hope they'll inspire you, but please submit any Valentine's Day related fic to the event.
All submissions must be newly written fanfics for Pixelberry Choices stories, and they must contain at least one character (can be MC) from the canon story.
Val Day submitted to other fandom events can be submitted here as well.
Submit fics between 12:00 AM on Sunday, February 5th and 11: 59 PM on Saturday, February 18th.
Mention @choicesficwriterscreations in your post and tag
#cfwc valentine 2023
All fics must follow blog rules and guidelines found on the navigation post.
We will be selecting March's Writer of the Month from the participants in this event.
Eligibility:
Must submit a fic for this event.
Must meet all WOTM eligibility requirements.
Must tag @choicesficwriterscreations and #cfwc valentines 2023
Anyone who has not been selected for WotM or Meet the Writer in the past 18 months is eligible to be selected.
If the first person selected is not eligible to be WotM because they have been selected within the prior 18-months, we will allow their MC / OC to be featured as March's MC-OCotM, and we will select another name from this event's participants to be March's WotM.
Winners will be selected on Sunday, February 19th.
After the wheel is spun, a mod will reach out to the winner(s) by DM.
The winner(s) has 3-days from the date the message is sent to reply to the mod and accept the prize. If they do not reply to the mod within that 3-day period, a new name will be selected.
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