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@choicesseptemberchallenge20 - Day Twenty: Cloudy
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open heart | bryce lahela x mc (casey valentine)
the prompt said: ‘bryce tells mc that he loves her while she's falling asleep and the next morning she just assumes it was a dream bc she was just so tired’
also for @choicesseptemberchallenge20 day 1 which worked out nicely (tired)
tags: @choicesarehard ; @zigtheeortega ; @omgjasminesimone ; @beccadavenport ; @pixeljazzy 💕
~2.3k words | T
she’s coming off of thirty-six hours straight at the hospital when it happens.
it’s been an exceedingly long week. balancing her work on the diagnostics team along with her regular responsibilities and managing her intern would be difficult enough without the added wrench of a bus crash thrown into her day, but, of course, that’s the way life at edenbrook goes: every day has its own new bus crash, in one way or another.
regardless, there’s new injured patients to treat and old ones to check up on and high-profile cases to worry about in the interim, so she can use her strategy to save the hospital and then rub dr. ramsey’s self-righteous nose in her success (in that order).
there’s a lot going on, and not much time to sleep. there’s brief breaks, here and there -- just enough for a quick nap in the on-call rooms -- but then it’s right back to work.
and before she knows it, it’s been thirty-six hours and bryce is forcibly dragging her onto the t in her scrubs, and she’s falling asleep with her head on his shoulder and almost definitely drooling onto his jacket.
because he’s bryce, and he’s perfect, he doesn’t say anything about that. he only runs his fingers through her hair and takes her home to his blessedly quiet, roommate-less apartment, where the pizza delivery’s been timed so perfectly that the driver is actually coming up in the elevator at the same time they are.
casey’s so grateful she could cry. instead, she waits until her mouth is half-full with her third slice to look over at her boyfriend with wide, appreciative eyes and groan, “god, you’re wonderful.”
bryce laughs at her. “please. i’m just glad i found you before you actually collapsed in ramsey’s office.”
she nods, finally chewing and swallowing the bite she’d paused to sing his praises. “i am going to sleep -- all day tomorrow.” her head is throbbing. it’s a massive effort just to remember what day it is, but there’s one thing sticking out to her, a fuzzy memory from when they’d compared schedules last weekend. “wait. you have to work?”
he sighs, dusting off his hands. “yeah.” bryce pulls a face as if to imply that it’s the single worst thing that’s ever happened to him. “sorry, babe. wish i could kick it here with you.”
“it’s okay.” a wide yawn stretches her mouth open. “you don’t mind if i stay here?”
“nah.” bryce’s smile is easygoing and a little excited. “stay as long as you want. knowing you’re here will make my day go by faster.”
maybe, she thinks deliriously, her limbs feeling even heavier now that she’s eaten than they had on their commute home, she can do something nice for him tomorrow. make dinner, or something -- after she’s slept.
casey blinks, realizing all at once that she’s completely zoned out again. “what? sorry. i’m just --”
“i know.” there’s a fondness in his voice and a softness in his eyes when he stands and pulls her to her feet, tugging her in so she can lean against him. she does so immediately, burrowing into the warmth of his chest. “come on. let’s get you to bed.”
she isn’t sure exactly how it happens, but when she yawns at him next, it’s from the lush safety of his mattress and the blankets on his bed; casey cuddles into the pillows and blinks sleepily up at him, waiting for bryce to join her. the only thing in the world that could make going to sleep now, at eight o’clock with a day off ahead of her, is having her boyfriend’s body heat beside her to soak up.
but bryce laughs at her again, shaking his head. “i gotta put the food away. i’ll be in in a minute.”
“fine,” casey mumbles. the word breaks with another yawn halfway through. her eyelids are already fluttering. “just -- hurry up.”
“of course.” she feels the brush of his lips against her forehead, and then her mouth, bryce’s kiss so gentle it’s almost not there. his fingers slip through her hair again.
the sound she makes is somewhere between a delighted groan and a sigh of pure content. she isn’t sure she’s ever been so comfortable in her life; bryce’s bed is warm and cozy and the sheets are clean -- they smell like him, and so does the shirt she’s wearing. her whole body is heavy with exhaustion and the satisfaction of the work she’s done. she feels cared for. she’s happy.
just before everything goes dark, somewhere, in the space she’s floating in between sleep and wakefulness, she hears bryce’s voice -- one last hesitant murmur of her name. it’s only on the very edge of her conscious, but she’s positive the words he says are, “i love you, casey.”
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the apartment is predictably silent when she wakes up.
there’s nothing like the peacefulness that comes from waking up in an empty apartment. with so many roommates, it isn’t something that casey’s accustomed to, and she relishes it now, soaking up the stillness of bryce’s bedroom joyfully.
there’s birds chirping outside. she turns her face into the pillows and breathes in slowly, burrowing a little further into the sheets.
there’s nothing on the horizon, for today -- no work, no chores, no responsibilities. it’s the perfect way to start her day, if only her boyfriend was in bed beside her.
speaking of. casey reaches her hand out, fumbling blindly on the nightstand until it closes around her cellphone. she finally blinks her eyes open when she pulls the device under the sheets with her, balking at the time displayed on the home screen.
it’s past two-thirty in the afternoon.
she blinks, knuckling sleep out of her eyes. she really had been exhausted.
there’s a slew of text messages waiting for her, mostly from her roommates. the group chat is abuzz with wondering where she is and if she’s alive; casey holds off on answering them in favor of navigating to her thread with bryce, where he’s texted good morning beautiful and text me when you wake up. getting out of bed this morning was impossible with you in it
her teeth bite at her bottom lip to stifle the smile that’s threatening. eight months of being official with bryce and it still never gets old, to be on the receiving end of those cheesy, over-the-top compliments. no boyfriend of hers before him had ever sent a good morning text message.
hiiiiiiiiii she writes back, spreading out in his bed, just woke up. hope today’s going well for you. can’t wait to get you back in this bed with me
his reply is almost immediate. fuck you, it says, making her grin up at the ceiling, i’m about to go into surgery. you’re evil
casey settles for an onslaught of heart emojis, as she rolls out of said bed and heads for the kitchen. as expected, there’s no food in bryce’s fridge, but there is coffee, and she takes her time enjoying it and flipping through the channels on bryce’s tv -- they don’t have cable, at her place -- before finally making her way into the shower.
she’s in the middle of shampooing her hair when she remembers what happened last night. it comes back to her abruptly, the memory too vivid to be true. bryce’s lips, brushing against hers -- his hands pulling the comforter up to her shoulders -- and then...
i love you, casey.
she frowns, tipping her head back under the water to rinse her hair.
that has to have been a dream, right?
she’d remember it, if it were real. she’d’ve said something to him, last night, or... today. he’d’ve said something about it.
right?
casey marinates on it for the entirety of her shower, waffling back and forth. it both feels like a dream and not, making it difficult to ascertain what really happened. she was exhausted last night -- she barely remembers leaving the hospital, after all. but if bryce had really said... for the first time...
she’d have to remember that, wouldn’t she?
she thinks about it when she gets dressed and heads to the store to find something passable she can make for dinner (though it’s definitely going to be pasta, again). last night was a blur; her memory of everything that happened after bryce found her in the on-call room is in bits and pieces. there’s only the vague outline of their evening flashing in her mind: sleeping on him on the t, eating pizza shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, stumbling into his bedroom and falling into bed...
and then the same bit she can’t stop thinking about, as clear as day -- his kiss, and the soft, hesitant sound of his voice when he’d said those three words and that reverent utterance of her name.
it plays in her head on a loop in the check-out line. it has to have been a dream, that’s the only explanation for it.
he wouldn’t -- they don’t -- because he’s not...
...except that he might be.
he might be, because she’s pretty sure that she is, and -- if he felt the same way, that would be... life-changing. exceptional. pretty much the greatest thing to ever happen to her, outside of her professional accomplishments.
because bryce is pretty much the greatest thing to ever happen to her. he is everything she’s ever wanted and didn’t know she was looking for -- completely different from her usual ‘type’ in the best way. bryce is smart and thoughtful and funny and witty and devastatingly sexy -- complex and considerate and an amazing listener and a world-class shoulder massager...
someone so easy to fall in love with she hadn’t even realized it was happening until it was too late.
so her stupid, useless brain had probably imagined that he’d said it first to give her something pleasant to dream about. casey glares bitterly at the tomatoes she’s blistering when the realization washes over her.
and that’s how bryce finds her: in the kitchen, stirring spaghetti in sweats she stole out of his closet, her long hair still drying where it’s damp on her shoulders. he’s loud when he crowds in behind her at the stove, talking a mile a minute about his day, how good it smells in the apartment and how much he missed her, all at once.
he buries his face in the crook of her neck and inhales, pressing his lips lightly against the side of her throat. “you sleep okay?”
casey relaxes despite herself and her annoyance, melting a little against his chest. she nods. “yeah. thanks for taking care of me last night.”
bryce’s hands are warm when they slip under the hem of her (his) hoodie. his hands fan out over her hips. “of course,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose at the base of her neck, “anything for you, babe.”
maybe he had said it.
she thinks about it some more as she spoons pasta into two plates and they tumble back onto the couch together. the words bounce around in her brain while he slurps spaghetti beside her, interspersed with more compliments: how good dinner is, how thoughtful she is, how multi-talented she manages to be.
well, there’s only one way to find out.
casey lets him clear the plates away and load the dishwasher because she cooked, and it’s only fair, and waits until he’s back on the couch with her with that inviting space at his side wide open.
then, she slips into it, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning against him. bryce’s arm curls around her shoulders in turn, and his lips press a delicate kiss to the top of her head.
“i love you,” casey sighs. the words leave her lips so easily she’s hardly able to believe that there was once a point in time where she felt nervous to be the first to say so.
it’s true, after all. she’s not sure if she’s ever been in love, before -- she thought she had, but it wasn’t like this (nothing could ever be like this) -- but she’s positive about bryce. with her life constantly in flux, filled with so much chaos, being with bryce is the one thing she feels like she’s actually gotten right.
his hand stills from where he’d been rubbing her shoulder, hesitating for just a moment. then, he says, “i love you, too.”
casey turns her cheek to look up at him, her eyes wide. “really?”
the laugh he gives is low and fond, sending a thrill of happiness straight down her spine and to her toes. “how could i not?”
“so... you did say that last night. i thought it was a dream.” the swarm of butterflies in her stomach beat their wings harder at the very idea.
bryce makes a noncommittal hum into her hair. “i wasn’t sure if you heard me. i meant it, though. i love you, case.”
casey opens her mouth to crack a joke, but her throat feels suspiciously tight. how emotional she is catches her completely off guard, surprising her silent.
so -- she’s loved. by probably the most perfect man on the east coast, if not in the entire united states of america. or the world.
weird. part of her had thought something like this might never happen for her.
“i...” she trails off, shaking her head. it’s overwhelming, just how happy she is. her arms press bryce a little closer, pulling him to her a little tighter. “um, thank you.”
he laughs again, sounding taken aback. “for what?”
“for loving me,” casey answers, as though it should be obvious.
she can feel bryce’s shrug against her side; the movement jostles her against him, a little -- but then he squeezes her back, crushing her into the broad planes of his chest.
“it’s easy,” he promises, and though he’s the first person to ever say so, she believes him.
#open heart#bryce lahela#casey valentine#bryce lahela x mc#bryce lahela x casey valentine#bryce x casey#bryce x mc#myfic#long post#ty again for sending this request anon i loved it a lot 💕💕 hope you like the fic !!#choicesseptemberchallenge#choicesseptemberchallenge20
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Is there still a september challenge?
The September Challenge can be found here: @choicesseptemberchallenge21
It doesn't say anything about it not still happening, so I would assume it still is. @kinda-iconic is hosting, maybe they can give you more answers.
Hope that helps, Nonny!
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Pillow Talk (Platinum, F!Raleigh x MC)
Hey folks! I’m a bit busy lately so that’s why I am a bit less active than usual but here is my new entry for the @choicesseptemberchallenge by @ramseyandrys . This fic was requested by @andi-the-cat for the prompt “Remember”: hope y’all will enjoy it, especially you my friend!
So, in short, to soothe my grief for the end of Platinum which was totally a godtier book, Raleigh and Rachel (MC) reminisced the first time they met and Raleigh shares a little secret.
Prompt: Remember
Word Count: 1139
Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @kamilahmykween @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco @gayestchoices @embarrassingsmartphonegame
F!Raleigh x MC Tag: @hellospunkiebrewster @furiouscloddonutpeanut @captainquiros @jellymonster @noeschoices
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"Do you remember when we first met?"
Rachel asked out of the blue as Raleigh lazily played with her hair. It had been a while since they had the chance to enjoy a lazy morning in bed as tours, tv interviews and recording sessions kept both of them busy and apart for a while. But there was nothing better for Raleigh than indulging in bed with the familiar and comforting warmth of Rachel's body at her side and to Rachel waking up to find Raleigh's tattooed arms protectively draped around her waist was the definition of happiness.
"Well good morning to you too, nena, and...should I be offended by the subtle implication that I could have forgotten it?" Raleigh teased, her voice still a bit groggy from sleep.
"I'm not saying that you forgot, I just ask-"
"How could I ever forget the day I met the one and only girl who didn't even know who I am, I mean me, Raleigh Carrera?"
Rachel playfully punched her arm, trying and failing to refrain laughter.
"O c'mon, that's not true! I knew who Raleigh Carrera is! I just didn't recognize you straight away!"
"Yeah, which is weird. Oh wait, does it mean you're weird?"
"I'm not!" Rachel protested, rising to sit. "Am I, Big Tease with a Cocky Smile?"
Raleigh grinned and grazed the singer's arm with a finger.
"Nah, you're not...you were just obsessed with Avery Wilshere" she added, sticking out her tongue.
Rachel rolled her eyes but a smile formed on her lips. Raleigh always knew how to draw a smile on her face.
"Fine, I guess a bit awkward back then, but..." she conceded before leaning back down to her girlfriend. "...but in the end I think I made clear what celebrity I want to be with, didn't I?"
She sealed her words with a deep kiss, her lips still smiling over Raleigh's. When they parted the R&B Queen looked fondly into her eyes as a winning sly grin curled her lips.
"I warned you I was a bad influence"
"Not quite as bad as you think though, babe" Rachel noted: it was amusingly endearing how Raleigh kept calling herself a bad girl after she showed her the soft and caring side she hid deep inside her.
Raleigh raised an eyebrow to her in a display of amused skepticism. Then, as if those words echoed as a personal challenge to her, she wrapped her arms around her waist and in a swift move she rolled Rachel over. When her back hit the mattress, the girl shrieked before bursting into laughter again.
"Okay, I take it back" she giggled.
"You better: how did you dare question my bad reputation?" Raleigh asked, squeezing Rachel's side, full knowing that hitting that ticklish spot would make her squirm.
And she did. It didn't take long before she begged the Puertorican star to stop. When she finally caught her breath again, she spoke again.
"I don't question your bad reputation, you will always be my bad girl. What I meant is that I love all of you. Your bad, wild side and your soft and sweet one equally. I love you, Raleigh"
The sly playfulness on Raleigh's face immediately disappeared, melting into tenderness and devotion. This time she even refused to hide her face not caring if Rachel, and Rachel only, would see the pink coloring her cheeks. She stared deeply and fondly into Rachel's eyes and gently caressed her face. The young woman leaned to the touch and a comfotrable silence settled as Raleigh tried to find the right words to express what she wanted to tell. What she needed to tell.
When she finally did, she flashed Rachel a shy smile and spoke again:
"Do you know when I realized you were the one?"
"No, you never told me. When did you know?" the girl answers in her softest voice, placing a kiss on Raleigh's wrist.
The Puertorican singer bit her lip before continuing.
"Do you remember that time we bumped into each other in the backstage of One In A Million? And you were so surprised that I don't enjoy being famous much?"
"Yes, I do recall that moment actually" Rachel nodded after a moment.
"It was...what you said next. I mean, I didn't realize it at that very moment but you know, later, when we got closer thanks to that fake relationship stunt. When I started catching feelings for you I found myself thinking back to that conversation. Don't even know why but it got stuck in my head and didn't go away. So one day I was traveling to the studio to have a meeting with my agent and a message from Fiona reminded me of our fake date for the night and...again, I don't why but your words echoed in my head and I couldn't think of anything else for the whole day. I was probably distracted that night, you might have thought I was playing distant and cold but the truth I kept thinking of when you said that I needed-"
"...someone to keep you grounded" Rachel completed, smiling fondly.
Raleigh was caught off guard by the interruption but after a moment smiled softly back at her girl.
"Exactly. Nobody has ever told me that. Ever, since I moved here, since I became Raleigh Carrera. And it was so...shocking at first hearing you saying that as if it was the most natural thing to say. It is, it was actually and it was true...but it was also completely new to me. And this beautiful girl out of nowhere just came by and figured me out as if she knew me for ages. I may not have fallen in love with you at first sight but you had my curiosity and my attention very soon. You...looking back, it's crazy but it's almost like you had always had the key to uncover what I hide to the world or" -a tender laughed escaped her- "...or as if those amazing glasses of yours could see right through me from the start"
"Didn't I mention that my glasses are magic?" Rachel giggled even if she could feel a lump forming in her throat at Raleigh's confession.
"Nice try but I'm sad to inform you that they're not, nena. Good news: you look hot wearing them no matter what" Raleigh pecked her cheek. "But now let me finish. I'm trying to be serious here!"
Rachel laughed and pretended to zip her lips.
"Good girl" Raleigh giggled before composing herself again. When she did her voice was the sweetest sound Rachel had ever heard:
"Everyone wants to know how it is to be around Raleigh Carrera, what wild stunt she will pull this time...you didn't give a damn about it. The only thing you wanted to know was who I was. Who Raleigh truly was beneath that bad girl persona. I saw it in your eyes when you looked at me...you scared me, I'm not used to this but I should have known- " - she took a deep breath and smiled down at Rachel - "I guess I should have known that you were special from the very beginning. I should have known that it was always you, nena."
Before tears could stream down her face, Rachel propped herself up and pulled Raleigh in for another kiss that could hopefully convey all her feelings for the woman she loved. When she couldn't contain tears anymore she buried her head in the crook of her neck and wrapped her arms around her waist, making the two of them lose balance and fall back to the mattress.
"Hey, no need to cry, Rachel!" Raleigh smiled holding her close.
"Good tears, babe. These are good tears, no need to worry" Rachel sniffled. "Thank you so much for sharing this...I...can we stay like this a bit longer?"
"Of course, I'm not going nowhere" Raleigh reassured her, placing a kiss on the crown of the her head.
"Thanks a lot"
"No need to thank me. Oh and nena?"
"Yes?"
"...Te amo"
#choicesseptemberchallenge#platinum#f!raleigh carrrera#f!raleigh x mc#raleigh carrera#playchoices#choices stories you play
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Punishment - RoD One Shot (Colt x f!mc/Ellie)
Word count: 1200+
Tag list: @desiree-0816 - @msjpuddleduck - @greywitchyshots - @lapisreviewsstuff - @omgjasminesimone - @zodiacsign1 - @lovehugsandcandy - @liamzigmichael4ever - @mfackenthal - @choicesobsessedd
a/n: My masterlist. This is for the lovely Des.
Prompt: From @choicesseptemberchallenge - Fight
Warnings: mature content, n*fw, by reading further you acknowledge that you are of legal age.
“Why are you spending so much time with him?” The question falling from his mouth before he had thought it through. That was not the question he really wanted to ask her at all yet that was the one that he had. Deciding there was nothing else to say, no way to backtrack this he allowed his voice to hold more anger than he wanted it to but damn if he wasn’t angry with her.
“Where I go, what I do, that’s none of your business, Colt,” she spat at him before turning on her heels and walking out of the garage.
He let her go. There was nothing more to say. He had fucked this up like he did everything in his life. Why couldn’t he hold on to the things that mattered to him? Why couldn’t he say what he really wanted to say? He turned around to head back up to his room and saw Logan leaning against the door frame, smirking at him. He had obviously overheard a lot of their conversation and was clearly enjoying the results.
Colt narrowed his eyes at him and angrily shoved passed him on his way up the stairs. Logan said something about going after her and Colt cursed, why hadn’t he gone after her? He watched as Logan followed her footsteps. Colt bolted up to this room and glanced out the window that faced the side ally. She was there crying. He watched as Logan approached her and pulled her from the brick wall to hug her. She wrapped her arms around his and clung to him as she cried.
Colt’s grip on the window sill threatened to break the thing as he watched Logan provide her with the comfort Colt should have just given her. He knew he should swallow his damn pride and stubbornness and do that if he wanted any chance with her. He glanced back down into the alleyway and met her eyes as she wiped them clear. He swore he saw a small smirk tug at her lips before she brought Logan’s lips down to meet her’s in a soft kiss.
Logan responded immediately and began kissing her back, the intensity of that kiss growing more heated and yet her eyes continued to find Colt’s. He eventually turned away and slumped onto his bed. Throwing himself backward and openly cursing himself out for being such a fool.
“You like the girl. Hell, you damn idiot, you probably even love her. So stop being such a fucking fool and go tell her,” he was berating himself when she broke through his rant.
“Is that true, Colt?” her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.
He shot upright off his bed and crossed the room in a flash and pushed her back against the door she had just closed behind her. She moaned into the kiss and when they broke, she grinned at him, a bit breathless.
“Guess my plan worked then.”
He looked at her confused for a moment and then took her meaning and let an angry growl escape him before he caught himself. “I’m going to let that pass, for now, sweetheart, but answer me this, why do you always turn to him when things get frustrating or you get upset?”
She mulled the question over before responding. “Because I have no one else to turn to.”
“You have me.” She scoffed and he realized that his behavior was always that of someone pushing her away, closing himself off to her. “Okay. Yeah, I’ve been an ass about that but, Ellie, I want to be the guy you turn to. I want you to know that you can always come to me when life gets rough. I’ll probably make some stupid sarcastic remark but I will be here for you.”
She smiled at him and ran a gentle hand along his cheek to angle his eyes up from the floor he had been staring at and back to her own. “I want the guy I run to, to be you, Colt.” He smirked at her comment. “But I swear if this is just a game you are playing with me...”
“I’m not the one playing games,” he said as he thought back to her kiss with Logan, “that would be all you.”
She sighed, “You’re right but you like the game.” She ran a hand down his chest and linked a finger or two into his belt before giving a sharp tug at it to pull his hips against hers.
“Then I will just have to punish you until you learn your lesson,” he said as he scooped her into his arms.
She giggled as he made his way over to his bed. “I like this game,” she began before letting out a surprised squeal as he tossed her onto his bed.
“You want to play games? Be my guest, sweetheart, as long as it leads here each and every time,” he smirked as he began removing her clothing and kissing each new inch of exposed skin.
She let out a pleased sigh as he ran his hands over her smooth skin and caressed every dip and curve of her body. Both to punish her for her teasing and to reverently memorize her. She squirmed beneath his touch. He looked up from her body, meeting her eyes. He grinned devilishly down at her, “I’m going to make you pay for teasing me.”
“Who says that’s not exactly what I wanted?” she smirked. “Maybe I want you to make me forget ever having felt Logan’s touch on my body.”
She let out a loud moan as he dragged his fingers down her dripping slit. She arched into his hand as his fingers rubbed against her clit, his mouth at her neck once again drawing the sounds from her that she only made for him. His fingers dipped lower, teasing her entrance before slowly sinking in.
“Fuck,” she groaned as she spread her legs wider for him and bucked into his hand harder. Her breathing became more ragged as she grew closer to her release but before she could reach that high, he pulled away. “Damnit, Colt,” she let out a frustrated sigh. He only smirked down at her as he stood and removed his own clothing. Taking his time and chuckling at her frustrated stares. Settling between her legs, she felt him tease her entrance. She moaned softly at the action but he only waited there.“Just fuck me already, Colt,” she groaned as she clawed at his ass and tried to push him into her. “I’ve learned my lesson, I swear.”
“Oh, I think there is still a lesson to be taught here,” he said as he held her legs open, and slowly sunk into her. He started thrusting into her with a faster and faster pace. She squeezed her eyes shut as she rocked to the merciless tempo he set for them. Their sounds filling the room, their hearts hammering inside their chests.
Colt’s hands gripped her sides, his nails digging into her skin and leaving crescent-shaped marks behind. He groaned lowly, thankful to have her back in his arms. Wanting to keep her there forever. Angling her hip up over his own, he hit deep inside her, causing her to arch her back as his name escaped her lips. He smirked at the thought that it was his name on her lips and no one else’s.
#choices rod#ride or die#colt kaneko#colt x mc#colt kaneko x mc#ride or die: a bad boy romance#ride or die fanfic#ride or die fanfiction#choices fanfic#choices fanfiction#rod fanfic#rod fanfiction#rod#choices ride or die#lemon#mature#n*fw#choices september challenge#choicesseptemberchallenge
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Iowa State Fair
* * * The Art of Loving Thomas Hunt Fan Fiction Masterlist * * *
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Characters: Alex (MC), Thomas Hunt
Setting/Notes: This takes place during MC’s vacation in Red Carpet Diaries 3, Chapter 14. It is basically a rewrite of the Matt exclusive scene with Thomas. I kept some details the same but also changed others so it wasn’t verbatim. Also, it has nods to some of my other fics.
Day 6-Vacation: @choicesseptemberchallenge
Rating: PG
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As they continued their walk through town, Thomas stopped to examine a sign in the shop window. “If I remember correctly, you once told me about your first county fair visit.”
Alex smiled and took his hands in her own. “That was our first date… I know its not your thing...”
“You are my thing, Alex,” Thomas kissed her forehead. “If you want to go, we should go.”
“Really?” Alex exclaimed.
“How could I pass up an opportunity to see the famed butter cow sculpture,” Thomas teased.
Before they could even make it through the gates of the fair, a sign caught Alex’s eye. She pulled Thomas toward the petting zoo. “Oh my goodness, we have to go pet the animals!”
Thomas didn’t have a chance to protest before they were already at the exhibit.
Alex stopped next to an enclosure filled with fluffy, freshly hatched chicks. Her eyes wide as she stared in awe of the new babies.
“Would you like to hold one?” The farmer attending the fence offered.
“Do you need to ask?” Alex beamed.
The attendant placed a chick in her hand. Alex stroked its downy, yellow fluff, as it peeped quietly in her hand.
“Aww, don’t you have the softest hair, little man,” Alex cooed, fawning over the chick.
“I expect a woman from Iowa to know they have feathers and not hair,” Thomas stated.
“Don’t worry about him, little guy. He’s just jealous. He thought he had the softest hair but, look at you!” Alex sang. “Who’s the softest?”
Alex noticed a hen watching her severely. She set the chick down in the enclosure. “Bye, little one.” The chick flapped his wings and ran back to his mom.
“Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite,” Alex laced her fingers with Thomas’s and guided him toward the horse’s stables. A newborn foal standing beside its mom caught her attention.
“You may be the sweetest, most precious baby in the whole entire world,” Alex gushed over the foal. His mom whinnied in response. “You’re beautiful too, Mommy”. The mare neighed.
“Did you forget to tell me you speak animal?” Thomas questioned.
“I just spent a lot of time around animals as a child. Chazz, his sisters and I would walk around and sneak into some farms to pet the animals. Best. Therapy. EVER!” Alex beamed.
The foal took a step closer to Alex so that she could pet him through the bars in the stall.
“Hi, I’m Alex. It looks like your name is Charming. Now isn’t that the most perfect name for such a charming little prince pony,” Alex raved, as she read the sign next to them. “That makes you Lady and a fine one you are!”
Thomas watched Alex as Charming nuzzled against her hand.
Alex took a step back to move closer to Thomas. She took his hand and walked back to the foal. Alex guided Thomas’s hand toward Charming.
“What are you doing?” Thomas inquired.
“You cannot leave the fair without petting at least one animal. It’s the rule,” Alex explained.
“I’m not sure that’s an actual rule,” Thomas challenged. “I would like to see the legal documentation stating such.”
Alex guided his hand along the foal’s neck. Charming moved closer to them. Alex gently removed her hand as she looked up at Thomas. The country did him well. He hadn’t once mentioned his creative block. And he had been open to trying new things. She couldn’t wait to be his wife.
“You seemed to be getting along well. Maybe one day if you need a horse for a film you can call your new friend, Charming, for a favor,” Alex teased.
“You never know,” Thomas smirked.
Thomas and Alex stopped to pet a few more animals before washing their hands and heading on their way.
As they walked down the alleyway, Alex stopped abruptly. “Do you smell that?”
“What?” Thomas asked.
“Fair food!” Alex grinned.
“How are you always hungry?” Thomas marveled.
“It’s a gift.” Alex and Thomas headed to the nearest concession stand. “Funnel cake or Fried Oreos?”
“What in God’s name are Fried Oreos?” Thomas asked; his face wrinkled in disgust.
“Fried Oreos it is! You will love them,” Alex proclaimed.
“I have my reservations. You already tried to poison my palette with that repugnant Slurpee. I’m not sure I trust your food judgment anymore,” Thomas taunted.
“Just try it,” Alex suggested, moving a cookie toward his mouth. “For me?”
Thomas sighed and obliged. His eyes opened wide. “That is actually not the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Not the worst thing ever? What a compliment,” Alex pushed Thomas playfully. Alex handed Thomas another Oreo and then took one for herself. “Mmmm… delicious!”
Alex and Thomas continued until they found the butter sculpture exhibit.
“Here it is,” Alex began. “The butter cow!”
“Huh,” Thomas expressed. “It is a cow sculpted from butter. I’m not really sure what I expected. And they do this every year?”
“It’s tradition,” Alex acknowledged.
“Do you ever wonder how these traditions start? Who decided ‘let me just take this giant slab of butter and sculpt a cow’?” Thomas questioned.
“No idea,” Alex admitted. “But, it’s a lot of fun to look at. I mean sure it started with the cow, but look at how far it has come.” Alex motioned her hand around the exhibit, which showcased Sesame Street butter sculptures this year.
“I won’t deny the talent of the sculptors; however, I cannot pretend to understand the medium,” Thomas explained.
“I know it is against your way of thinking but, you don’t have to understand absolutely everything to appreciate it,” Alex offered.
Thomas turned to Alex and cradled her face in his hand. “I know that to be true because, I appreciate you more than you know and yet, I will spend the rest of my life trying to understand all that you are and never truly know everything.”
Alex pulled Thomas close and let her lips touch his. She kissed him softly, letting her teeth graze his lower lip as she pulled away.
“Where to next?” Thomas asked.
“How about we go play some games?” Alex answered. “Maybe you can teach me how to beat one of them or at least show off your hard work and practice.”
“As you wish,” Thomas agreed with a smile. He and Alex made their way back out into the fairgrounds. They continued exploring the fair until late into the evening, enjoying every perfect moment together.
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Love and Honor
Liam x MC (Jennifer)
Set in Italy during Liam and Madeleine’s engagement tour, this one shot covers a few requests. “Who unintentionally rips the other’s heart apart?” from an OTP asks list, some lines (in bold) from an angst prompt list, requested by @endlessly-searching-for-you and also serves as my (very late) submission for @choices-september-challenge day 16- Heartbreak. Word Count- 3678. My masterlist can be found in my bio.
Obligatory Disclaimer- I do not own these characters, that honor belongs to Pixelberry Studios, I’m just playing with them.
Warning: Story contains unwanted advances of a sexual nature and sexual assault. It doesn’t go further than lewd comments and groping, but it may be difficult for some readers.
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Love and Honor
Inside the Italian hotel’s ballroom, Jennifer sat with her friends at their designated table with her hands in her lap, gently rolling the pearl Liam gave her the night before between her fingers, her gaze trained on the front of the room where Madeleine was leaning in to kiss Liam on the cheek. Unable to stomach seeing that again, Jennifer quickly averted her eyes to the untouched bowl of vanilla gelato in front of her as her hands balled into fists under the table, her nails pressing half moon indentations into her palms. It should be me… she thought as morbid curiosity made her look at them again, just in time to see the shadow of a grimace dust Liam’s features before he forced himself to grin. At least she hoped it was forced, sometimes it was hard to tell.
Stolen time and dreams of a happy life together were the only things getting them through this damn engagement. Every moment they spent together made them fall deeper in love, made them that much more determined to fight for each other and she believed Liam when he said he loved her and only her, when he promised they would root out their enemies and live happily ever after. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch him with her. It was never going to get easier, she had been delusional to think otherwise.
His engagement to Madeleine was all pretend, she knew that, just a show to buy them time, but every time she saw that bitch with her paws on Liam it was like a slap in the face. Jennifer wanted to scream, or cry, or run up to the front of the room and grab Madeleine by her stupid blond hair while she shouted to the room that they were in love. But she couldn’t, she was the court whore after all. The one who broke the beloved King’s heart by having an illicit affair. It didn’t matter that Liam and their friends knew the truth, as far as the rest of the country was concerned she was Hester Prynne. Might as well paint a big red “A" on her chest and call it a day.
“Lady Jennifer, compose yourself.” Bertrand scolded sharply from across the table while Jennifer glowered at Madeleine feeding Liam a spoonful of her gelato at the front of the room. He didn’t even like strawberry. “Lady Jennifer!” Bertrand repeated a little more loudly.
“What?” She asked, whipping her head around to face him.
“If you continue to glare at the King and Countess Madeleine, people will begin to notice. You need to control your emotions.” Bertrand instructed. “And for the love of God, if someone asks you to dance you would do well to accept this time. We need to keep up appearances.”
“Are you gonna eat that?” Maxwell asked, gesturing at Jennifer’s gelato. “Cause it’s melting and if you’re not...”
“Take it.” Jennifer rolled her eyes and pushed the bowl toward Maxwell, who immediately began shoveling it into his mouth. “I’ve lost my appetite anyway. And my emotions are perfectly controlled, thank you very much.”
“Uh…” Drake hummed, glancing between Jennifer and Bertrand. “I’m gonna have to go with Bertrand on this one. You were practically shaking, and you didn’t hear a word any of us said.”
“You guys were talking?” Jennifer’s widened eyes moved around the table and each of them nodded in response. “Sorry… I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s alright Jennifer.” Hana smiled sweetly. At the front of the room, Liam stood up, bowing to Madeleine before he led her to the dance floor as the orchestra began playing a waltz. “We understand how upsetting this is for you. For all of us.”
“Yes, yes, quite upsetting.” Bertrand scowled. “But that doesn’t give you leave to act like a…”
“I’m getting a drink.” Jennifer stood from the table abruptly, cutting off Bertrand’s words. Whatever insult he was going to say, she didn’t want to hear it, not today. Turning away, she navigated through the crowd, reaching the far edge of the dance floor when she found herself face to face with Neville, Rashad, and an older man who, aside from his salt and pepper hair, looked almost exactly like Neville.
“Ah! Lady Jennifer!” Neville exclaimed a bit too loudly, his arms open in welcome. “I had hoped I would run into you. May I present my father, Lord Richard Van Couer, Earl of Cormery Isle.”
Placing her hand into Lord Richard’s outstretched one, Jennifer dropped into a short curtsey. “Your Excellency, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Lord Richard bowed, his eyes never leaving hers and brought her hand to his lips to press a lingering kiss to her knuckles. “I assure you my lady, the pleasure is all mine. It is not everyday that I am introduced to such an alluring creature.” Still holding tightly to Jennifer’s hand, he winked, licking his lips as he stood up straight. “Would you honor me with a dance?” He smirked arrogantly and led her onto the dance floor, not bothering to wait for an answer. “That is, if you know how to waltz…”
“I do.” She replied harshly as he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. “Though I don’t recall saying I would Lord Richard.”
“Ah but your reputation precedes you kitten.” Licking his lips again, he grasped her hand and clutched it to his chest. “Any woman willing to spread her legs for that Tariq fellow would jump at the chance of a more favorable arrangement.”
“I beg your pardon?” Her heart raced, cheeks flushed hot with anger and embarrassment and she stepped back as his hold on her waist tightened, pulling her back to him.
“No need to be coy Jennifer, I applaud the use of your… assets.” Leaning back slightly with his hips pressed to hers, his eyes travelled down her body and up again. “And what assets they are. You would make a dead man’s dick rise.”
“How dare you?!” She gasped, pressing her palms against his shoulders to no avail. “I am in no way interested in any ‘arrangement’ with you, sexual or otherwise!”
“Come now Lady Jennifer, you and I both know a woman of your character should hardly be refusing the favor of her betters. But I understand you wanting something in return…” He sneered and bit his lip, trailing his finger across her collarbone before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “What can I do to make you sleep with me?” His hand slid slowly down her back and over her ass before stopping to cup her cheek, making her yelp in shock when he squeezed it roughly. “I promise I can make you scream.”
Panicked, Jennifer’s gaze fell to Liam, staring at her and the Earl from less than ten feet away while Madeleine spoke to staff member beside him. He stood at the edge of the dance floor quivering in anger with his hands balled tightly into fists and his face contorted in barely contained rage. Jennifer stared back, her pleading eyes begging him to do something, anything, but he just stood there, watching. She shot him a venomous look before turning away and she reached back, gripping Richard’s wrist as tightly as she could to pull his hand off her backside. “Touch me again and I’ll cut your bloody balls off.” She seethed, stepping back.
“Playing hard to get, are we?” Lord Richard winked, reaching for her again as Rashad approached from the crowd.
“May I cut in?” Rashad asked with a warm smile.
“By all means, everyone should get a turn.” Lord Richard laughed, releasing his hold on Jennifer before taking her hand. “Think about what I said, I can make it worth your while.”
“Never.” She seethed through clenched teeth as she tore her hand from his grasp.
“I do like them feisty.” Richard chuckled, winking at Rashad before walking away.
Rashad watched the Earl abscond through the crowd before turning to Jennifer, his shoulders rising and falling in a heavy sigh. “We don’t have to dance, you just looked like you needed an assist.”
“I did.” Jennifer nodded. “I can’t thank you enough Lord Rashad, he was… quite aggressive.”
“Please, just Rashad is fine.” He smiled softly. “Lady Jennifer, I apologize for the Earl’s behavior, no woman should have to endure such things. Unfortunately, he has quite the reputation in regard to his treatment of women.” Reputation… there was that word again. Wrapping her arms around herself, her lip quivered, and she quickly tucked it between her teeth as her eyes began to water. She read the papers, she knew what people were whispering behind her back and it was only a matter of time before some asshole took liberties with her again. It was surprising this was the first time, and even if they found Tariq, would that change people’s minds? “Will you be alright?” Rashad asked, placing his hand on her forearm. “You’re trembling.”
“Yes, I think so…” She nodded, sniffling as she turned to look at Liam again. His eyes softened as they locked with hers, both sets of blue glistening with unshed tears and he took a deep shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as he let it out slowly, “He didn’t do anything about it…” Jennifer whispered, her vision becoming more blurry as she watched Liam. She could see the conflict waring on his face and she knew he wanted to run to her, wanted to wrap her in his arms and carry her out of there, but he wouldn’t… she knew that too. “If you would excuse me Rashad, I need some air.” Not waiting for a response from her unexpected rescuer, Jennifer tore her gaze from Liam as tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks.
She kept her head down as she moved through the crowd, as quickly as she could without drawing attention, desperate to escape before anyone saw she was crying. As she passed the table where her friends still sat, she saw Drake, concern written all over his face as he jumped up from his seat, calling her name and telling her to stop.
Not wanting them to see her cry, she ran the last few feet out of the ballroom and through the winding halls of the hotel with no idea where she was going. She needed to get out of there, away from the judging stares, away from Liam and his apologetic looks, away from all of it. She slowed her pace as she turned the corner, then quickened it again as her eyes fell on a set of glass double doors with the words ‘Giardino Privato’ displayed above. Night had fallen, but she could see the garden through the glass, softly lit by lanterns and she stepped out onto the stone promenade, inhaling the sweet, woodsy scent of the cypress and evergreen topiaries that lined the path.
The large fountain in front of her with horses spitting water around the base and the customary naked man on the top pedestal did little to calm her thundering heart and she continued past it further into the garden. Rounding a corner, she found a narrower path and followed it to a pergola, draped in vines and fairy lights. Wicker benches, complete with pillows sat beneath, each one flanked by lemon trees in stone pots. Hana had told her ‘secret areas’ were common in Italian gardens, this must be what she was talking about.
Parts of the incident flashed in her mind as she paced, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor… the Earl’s sneering face, the way he bit his lip as he grabbed her ass, Liam’s jaw clenched so tight the muscle in his cheek was twitching but still not standing up for her… it made her blood boil. It wasn’t the first time in her life some douchebag groped her, but it was the first time she was made to feel like less than a person, like an object only good enough to spread her legs. Fury bubbled up inside her as heat flushed through her body and with her eyes shut tight, she drew in a huge breath, looked up at the sky and screamed in frustration to the heavens. It didn’t help in the slightest.
“Jennifer!” Drake shouted, running up out of breath, his eyes darting across the area frantically. His shoulders relaxed as he realized she was alone, and he crooked an eyebrow at her. “What the fuck Reilly? Why are you out here screaming like a banshee?”
“Not a good time Drake!” Jennifer shouted as her brows shot up and she raised her arms in indignation. “Just… leave me alone.” She added, turning away. Of course, Drake was the one to follow her when the only person she wanted to chase after her was Liam. Drake was probably at her heels the whole time, but she had been too pissed off to notice.
“You know I can’t do that… You’re obviously upset about something. One minute you were going for a drink and the next you were running out of the ballroom in tears… What happened?”
“Nothing.” She spat as she continued to pace. She couldn’t tell Drake what happened. If she did he would run back in there and kick Lord Richard Van Couer’s ass and she couldn’t let that happen. Despite being best friends with the King, Drake was already looked down on as the rough around the edges commoner and Earl Asshole was definitely the type who would ruin Drake’s life if he assaulted him. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Reilly…”
“It doesn’t concern you Drake!” She whirled around to face him, immediately regretting yelling at him when she saw the hurt in his eyes. “Look… I just wanted a moment where someone wasn’t breathing down my neck. None of this is your fault and I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I really do want to be alone… just for a little while okay?”
“Hey, I get it. But you know you can talk to me… I’ll always be here for you.” Jennifer nodded in response, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat as Drake looked away. “So, uh… yeah” He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll see you inside.” He added before walking away.
Jennifer watched him go, waiting until he was out of sight before slumping into one of the wicker benches. She knew how Drake felt about her, he loved her, or so it seemed. He was one of her best friends and she cared about him deeply, but she didn’t love him, she never would, not like she loved Liam. Her life would be so much easier if she did.
Leaning forward, she groaned as she hung her head in her hands, her long brown hair becoming curtains hiding her face. The last thing she wanted to do was go back in that ballroom and she didn’t want to go back to the train where she was sure to be cornered by someone, but she couldn’t stay here all night. Maybe she should get a room in the hotel and lock herself away until the court moved on to Paris. No, she couldn’t do that either, she had to go to Madeleine’s bachelorette party tomorrow. Talk about the world’s shittiest way to spend a Saturday night.
Moments later, she heard the click of dress shoes approaching tentatively, “When I said I wanted to be alone I meant for longer than five minutes Drake.”
“It’s… It’s not Drake.”
A quiet gasp escaped her lips and her head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Longing whispered through her as she gazed up at him, so handsome in his suit, his blond hair shining under the fairy lights. No matter how angry she was, she ached for him… to have his arms around her, to feel his lips on hers. Liam stepped closer, making her cheeks flush and her pulse quicken before she remembered she was angry, hurt, humiliated, and he abandoned her when she looked to him for help. Stopping in front of her, he reached out his hand to pull her to her feet and she narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you doing out here Liam? Shouldn’t you be with your fiancé?”
“I…” He gulped, dropping his hand as he took a step back. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Jennifer raised her eyebrow, her expression asking a question she didn’t speak. “You’re right… it was a foolish question. May I sit?” He asked, gesturing at the bench.
“Go ahead. I was just leaving.” She snapped as she stood and began to move past him. Liam quickly side-stepped, blocking her path. “Move.” She ordered, glaring up at him.
He drew himself up to his full height, straightening his spine and squaring his shoulders to become an immovable force. Jaw set, his eyes locked with hers in an intense stare down. “No.”
“So… this is it huh? You’re the King and I’m the subject who must do what the King wants?”
“You have never been my subject Jennifer and I have never treated you as such.”
“Then get out of my way.” Jennifer stepped to the side and Liam followed suit, continuing to block her path. “Dammit Liam! Let me go!”
“Not until we talk about this.”
“What is there to talk about? You made it quite clear that you are not willing to stand up for me. First at the coronation…” Liam’s nostrils flared as his brows drew together, forming a deep crease between them and she knew she hit a nerve, but she continued, unrelenting, unable to stop the words flowing from her mouth. “…and again tonight. You just stood there and watched while that wretched man had his hands all over me. While he said vile things to me about spreading my legs and making his dick rise. But, where were you? Standing only a few feet away with your fiancé, pretending to be the happy fucking couple while Rashad, a guy I barely know stepped in.”
“You act as though this is enjoyable for me!” Liam roared, raising his arms in frustration. “I assure you Jennifer, it is not. When I saw that… that worthless son of a bitch touch you, I felt nothing but rage. I wanted to beat him within an inch of his life, so badly even his mother wouldn’t recognize him. But I couldn’t, and it makes me sick!” Startled by his outburst, Jennifer gasped softly, and Liam took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He stayed that way, breathing steadily to compose himself before opening his eyes again, much calmer than he had been moments ago. “We have enemies Jennifer, powerful enemies and if they had seen me act on that rage it would have put you in danger. Everything I do, everything I say, is with your safety in mind. I will do whatever I must to keep you safe.” With a dejected sigh, Jennifer broke her gaze from his and looked down at the stone floor, chewing on her lower lip as tears filled her eyes. Liam reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he tucked them beneath her chin, gently raising her face back to his. “Please my love… please try to understand.”
She looked into his bright blue eyes, soft and pleading, glittering with unshed tears as her own spilled down her cheeks. “I do understand Liam. I’m in love with an honorable man, who can’t defend my honor.” Liam drew in a slow breath as she stepped back, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Averting her gaze, her eyes fell on a rose bush just outside the pergola, reminding her of the one he gave her in the conservatory during the social season. They had been so naïve back then. Already in love, talking about the adorable children they would have and thinking they could have a future together, not knowing the plot against them was already in motion. “Do you ever think of me?” She asked, turning back to him. “At Applewood you told me you pictured me when you were with Madeleine, but do you ever think of me? Do you ever wonder what I’m doing or how it feels to see you with her?”
“There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think about you… about us.” Pausing to gather his thoughts, Liam took her hands in his, smiling softly when she didn’t pull away. “I know how difficult it is for you to see her and I together. But she means nothing to me, you know that. You are the woman I love. It’s always been you. It will always be you. I want to give you everything you desire, I want to place the world at your feet. I would give my very life for you Jennifer.”
“Just not your ring.” A snort sounded in the back of her throat as she shook her head.
Liam placed her arms around his neck before wrapping his around her waist, pulling her tight to his chest. “Don’t say that Love… we’re going to find Tariq and get our happily ever after.”
All of her worries and fears melted away as she snuggled into his embrace. Liam was her home, and nothing would change that… they belonged together, two separate souls that became one the moment they met. “I’ve heard the speech Liam you don’t need to repeat it.” She chuckled softly, looking into his eyes. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before resting his forehead against hers.
“Please don’t give up on us Jennifer, even if I have to leave everything behind, we will be together. I promise you.”
“I’m just tired of everything working against us, but I won’t stop fighting for you. I promise.”
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Choices September Challenge
Day 23 Happy
(Bryce Lahela x fMC*Chris) in a Choices Open Heart Drabble
A/N This prompt was requested for Bryce by bff @krsnlove . I honestly can't think of anything better for that lovable surgeon.
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Chris had finished her rounds for the night. As she walked down one of the hallways at Edenbrook, she couldn't stop her giddy grin. Only a few more minutes until she was able to spend a night out with her favorite surgeon.
"Dr. Valentine? Could you give me a hand in here?"
She looked up from checking over her notes in the chart she held.
Bryce cocked his head toward the supply closet door. A suggestive smile curved his lips.
She smirked at him. "I wish I could, Dr. Lahela. But I have a date tonight."
Chris checked her watch. "In about twenty minutes, I am expecting dinner followed by cuddling."
Bryce tugged her inside.
The door shut with a click, signaling that they had all the privacy they needed.
Her arms looped around his neck as he pressed her against the shelves, lips hovering over hers.
"Dinner and cuddling?" He teased. "Sounds like the man you're dating is pulling out all the stops."
She shrugged. "He knows what I like."
Their lips met in a heated kiss. Chris slipped her hands into his hair, reveling in the silky texture.
Bryce trailed his lips down her neck, pausing to breathe in her perfume.
Then the familiar beeping occurred.
"No." Chris moaned.
Bryce pulled his pager out. "It's not me."
She checked hers and saw that Dr. Ramsey needed the diagnostic team to meet up.
Her head dropped against Bryce's chest. She held her hand up with her thumb and finger almost touching.
"I was this close to escaping with you."
"I'll wait." He chuckled when she told him he better wait on her.
She pressed another kiss to his lips. "I'll need an aggressive treatment of cuddling after this meeting."
He winced playfully. "That's a tall order, Dr. Valentine."
"I think you can handle it." She smiled at him on her way out. "Give me a second and I'll meet you in the on call room."
"I'll be the devastatingly handsome, talented surgeon waiting on his gorgeous, highly intelligent diagnostician." He waved goodbye, whistling as he walked in the opposite direction.
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Two and a half hours later, Chris was jogging toward the on call room. She knew their dinner reservations had been wasted and pretty much anything else they had planned.
She knew she shouldn't be frustrated since Ethan's recent observation led the team in finally diagnosing what was wrong with one of their patients. Now that a treatment plan was in place, Chris could actually enjoy her next few days off work.
When Bryce switched his days off to coincide with hers, she had been even more excited to unwind with him.
The on call room was empty by the time she arrived. Her heart sank that he had left without her.
Her cell buzzed in her pocket with a message from Bryce.
Meeting done yet?
"Yes. Are you at home?"
"No. Give me just a sec and I will come get you."
Chris flopped on one of the beds. She closed her eyes and tried to be patient.
So much for romance, she thought.
Seconds turned into minutes as she tried to remain patient.
"Chris?"
She sat up. Her eyebrow lifted when she noticed his proud smirk. "Where have you been?"
Bryce held his hand out. "Call it a last minute surprise."
She placed her hand in his, feeling that giddiness return as he made a game out of their escape.
"Shhh!" He placed a finger to her lips. "We have to be stealthy."
She nodded and let him pull her through a set of emergency stairs.
Many flights later, they stepped outside on the roof.
"What are we doing out here?"
Bryce gestured to the left.
Some blankets and pillows were set out with a bag of takeout. Flickering LED candles were placed around the edges, outlining the makeshift picnic area.
"When did you do all this?" She asked, dropping down to her knees beside him.
"About an hour into your meeting." He began pulling out some of Chris's favorites from a nearby Asian fusion restaurant.
They talked about their day as they dug into Pad Thai tacos and Kimichi quesadillas.
"Let's see." Bryce rubbed his chin in thought. "If I remember correctly, you wanted dinner followed by something very specific."
Chris's shoulders shook with her suppressed laughter. "Cuddling."
"I think it had an adjective before it " he teased.
"Aggressive cuddling." She reminded him.
He snapped his fingers. "That's it. I knew I wouldn't forget." He winked at her, laid down on the blanket, and held his arms out to her. "I'm ready to do some Greco-Roman cuddling."
Chris's laughter echoed into the night as she snuggled within his embrace.
Her wiggling until she found that one perfect, comfortable spot made him smile. "You weren't joking about it being aggressive."
She tilted her head up so she could look into those warm brown eyes of his. "I never take cuddling lightly."
He met her lips in a kiss. Cuddling was soon the last thing they thought about when he rolled on top of her.
Bryce broke away from the kisses that seemed in no hurry to ever end. His eyes burned with passion along with some deeper emotions. His fingers caressed her cheek as he studied the face that had the ability to make his days absolutely perfect.
"You make me so happy, Chris." He admitted in a soft tone. "Every moment with you is my favorite part of my day."
Chris's lips curved into a tender smile. "You make me happy too." She brushed her lips against his. "I know our schedule is hectic and makes it difficult to meet up, but I will always be willing to wait on you." She sighed into his deep kiss. "You're always the best thing I have ever waited on."
#choices open heart#choices september challenge#choices sept challenge#bryce x mc#bryce lahela#choices bryce#choices oh
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Veil of Secrets Appreciation Week Day 1: Kate O’Malley
@vosaw @choicesseptemberchallenge 1/9: Hello
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Veil of Secrets: “I Do.”
Note: This is my entry for the Theme: Wedding for @vosaw and @choicesseptemberchallenge. The VoS LIs in their wedding outfits with their happily ever after lines at the end of the book.
#choices#playchoices#veil of secrets#vos#kate o'malley#flynn o'malley#naomi silverhawk#grant emerson#vosaw#choices september challenge#veil of secrets appreciation week#edit#i dunno what happened here#but i made an entry for this week#just to brandish my fcs for the lis of this book#hohohoho!
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“With all my Heart”
• 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Ethan Ramsey x Kinsley Kentwood
• 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1,682
• 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : full on fluff
• 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 : a messy kitchen , an old pup , and one slow dance Leads to an unexpected proposal.
• 𝐀/𝐍: this is Day 10 prompt : Proposal , Requested by the lovely : @lives-for-fanfics for the @choicesseptemberchallenge Hosted by @ramseyandrys // this fic is inspired by the song “Lover - Taylor Swift” , enjoy 💗.
• 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @hayden-deserves-better , @a-i-n-a-a-s-h , @lovechoiceslove , @lives-for-fanfics
Ethan walked into his apartment Building suite case in hand, sliding into the elevator after a 9 hours flight he couldn’t wait to get home to his beautiful girlfriend of two years
He darted off the elevator and down the hall, stopping in front of their apartment
getting his keys out and Inserting them into the keyhole he gave the wooden door a firm shove and pushed it open,
“Kinsley, are you here?” He called out as he sat his suitcase on the floor
taking off his jacket and putting down his keys on the coffee table before turning to shove the front door closed behind him.
He walked around through their apartment towards the living room but there was no one there he checked the bedroom , the bathroom and nothing
Then he heard the faint sound of music playing in the background along with a humming whispers coming from down the hall.
He followed the sound of music all the way to the kitchen only to be met with a barefoot Kinsley dancing aimlessly around the kitchen with Jenner jumping up and down following her lead, she was wearing a sleeveless yellow polka dot sundress that complimented her body so well covering each curve to perfection, her hair was worn down not in her usual ponytail , the golden locks brushing her bare shoulders this a sight he’ll never get used to
plus it didn’t hurt that she was wearing his favorite shade of crimson on her lips , it made them look even more kissable than ever, and oh boy did he loved smudging that lipstick all over her face with his delicate kisses.
Unaware of her surroundings with a bowl of velvet cake mix in her hand she whisked away and danced even more While Ethan crossed his arms on his chest leaning onto the kitchen door watching in amusement .
A few moments had passed and she was still unaware of his presence , Ethan sneaked up behind her sliding his hands on her waist hugging her with all his might before kissing the crook of her neck and burying his face into her beautiful blonde hair it smelled like cinnamon, vanilla and well him.
“How is my gorgeous rookie doing on this fine evening ?”
He trailed butterfly kisses onto her neck while taking in her scent , she grabbed onto his arm caressing his stubble grinning like a school girl
“I am doing better now that you’re here, how was the conference darling ?”
“Absolutely boring without you “
He continued sprinkling his small sweet kisses on her neck and shoulder
“Mmmm”
She was lost in his touch basically melting in his arms when all of a sudden he decided to grab the bag of flour on the counter and dump it on her
“ AHHHH , you little—“ Kinsley takes ahold of the frosting and starts spraying it all over his face
And just like that a food fight erupted into their quite little kitchen , mid-way through the frosting throwing and the flour splashing Ethan grabbed her by the hand closer to him
“Hey , you got a little something in here “ he removed a little bit of frosting from her left cheek licking his thumb clean “ and here . . . and here . . .“ he started sprinkling feather-like kisses on her right cheek , her nose , her jaw right until he reached her lips trailing his thumb on her lower lip “ and here . . . “ he whispered crashing his lips on hers kissing her with so much longing , yearning and love. she tasted of strawberry and mint their breathes mingled in a heated kiss , she wrapped her hands around his neck slipping her fingers into his hair .
The radio stopped playing the upbeat song she was dancing to earlier and shuffled into a slow song “Lover by Taylor Swift” started playing In the background Ethan broke their kiss his crystal blue eyes transfixed on hers
“ Dance with me ,Rookie “
“ Ethan I’m covered in flour and frosting “ she chuckled at his suggestion
“So what ?” He grinned
He wrapped one arm around her waist and took one hand in his as he twirled her around the kitchen before bringing her even closer to his chest descending into a slow dance, his steady heartbeat was a beautiful melody that played into her ears making her feel all sorts of emotions all at once , she closed her eyes melting into his embrace slow dancing in the kitchen was her new favorite thing to do with Ethan now.
“You know—“ He whispered still holding her close to his chest
“I’ve always wanted to live in a suburban home“
She looked up at him puzzled
“The GREAT Ethan Ramsey behind a white picket fence driving a fancy car and going to PTA meetings now that’s something I never thought I’d hear you say”
“It’s true I had it all planned I’d buy a Ranch style home deep in Brookline I’ll drive a grey Lexus UX, hell I even practiced being nice for the sake of being a friendly suburban neighbor the one thing that was missing was finding someone to share this life with”
He smiled
But Before she could blink, before she could open her mouth, before she could breathe, before she could even think, he disappeared from her line of vision.
Her glance shot immediately down.
He was kneeling…
With her shaking knees and trembling hands , she gaped at him , he was no longer smiling but his eyes still held that same fiery excitement.
He was kneeling …On one knee…
She couldn’t fathom what was going on , she tried to calm herself but she simply couldn’t , she couldn’t even manage a simple exhale.
“Marry me.”
she was gaping like a fish, but she just couldn’t manage any other expression.
Did he…To her…? What…?
Her heart was beating faster than the speed of light , her soul almost left her body her jaw was falling down right there on the marble floors.
Did she hear him right? how did any of that make any sense…with the suburban home and marriage and…MARRIAGE ?
Was she dreaming? Maybe she was just hearing things , I mean ETHAN her ETHAN was kneeling right in front of her on one knee
“Marry me, Kinsley ,” he repeated, taking her hand and turning her palm. Something light and smooth and warm fell into it and afterwards he clasped his hand over hers. His hands were so warm.
“There’s only one person I want to share the rest of my life with I don’t give a damn where we go , we could live in a cardboard box for all I care , all that matters is having you there with me”
A sly smirk found it’s place on his lips again. God, she loved it when he smirked.
Quite frankly, she was far too stunned to do anything other than stare blankly at him. her mouth felt like it was moving but she couldn’t seem to find her voice or her words for that matter, She didn’t even know if she had a voice nothing seemed to be coming out, let alone the lack of thought except for her brain playing “Marry me” on repeat.
Marry him, marry him, marry him?
They were two simple words and yet they rendered her silent.
He stood up taking a step closer to her leaning forward, his hands reached for her own as he caressed them gently bringing them up so that her knuckles pressed against his chest. His stubble hair tickled her cheek as his lips brushed her ear.
“Open,” he murmured, his voice low and breathy and she felt his whisper like a pleasant electric current.
She obeyed, stretching her fingers to reveal a small silver…ring…a RING ! He was serious ! He was…serious? She brought it closer to her and inspected the tiny diamond details on the band, entwining to hug a beautiful polished emerald in the center.
“ETHAN,” she gasped, her eyes wide as she glanced at him.
His smile was knowing and warm now, and it just made her heart flutter even more , even after all this time she could never get used the effect he had on her.
“I was trying to be romantic, but now I’m getting apprehensive and impatient,”
he coughed as he blushed and looked away, tousling his already messy hair. Vulnerable Ethan was her favorite Ethan , I mean she loved all of him but there was something about vulnerable Ethan that she simply couldn’t resist.
She chuckled.
Carefully, sliding the beautiful dainty ring onto her finger, biting her lip and watching it as it sparkled slightly in the hazy evening moonlight that spilled through the windows.
“Yes Ethan a thousand times yes in every lifetime YES ! “
He immediately relaxed with a heavy sigh and pulled her into a tight embrace as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, she jumped into his arms hugging him tightly and burying her face into the crook of his neck . Goodness, he smelled so good, like rain forest and mist and his skin was oh so soft.
His heartbeat was a tattoo of unspoken yet well-known words against her ear.
“So future Doctor Ramsey what do you say we clean up this mess, and take this to the bedroom” he grumbled against her hair.
" I’d day let’s leave this mess be and you could show me how much you’ve really missed me Doctor Ramsey "
She tip toed to meet him whispering in his ear
“I’ll be in the bedroom with nothing on but my wedding ring your welcome to join “
she moon walked out of the kitchen and disappeared into the their bedroom
“Ahh, to hell with it “
He hurried after her slamming the bedroom door shut , leaving behind a messy kitchen and an old pup sleeping on the floor .
#choices september challenge#choices#pixelberry#choices stories you play#play choices#oh#open heart#dr ethan jonah ramsey#dr ethan ramsey#choices open heart#ethan x mc#fanfic#fanfiction#cookie writes
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@choicesseptemberchallenge20 - Day Twenty-One: Vision
Thank you @clearwillow for drawing Sofia Russo from The Nanny Affair 😊
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Hi! I’m so excited to host the Choices September Challenge this year! I’m posting this in July, so that creators will have more time to, you know, create. As September gets closer, I’ll repost.
Rules:
Please hashtag your work with #choices september challenge.
Please tag @choicesseptemberchallenge in your work.
Please list what prompt you’re following.
Your work does NOT have to be a story. It can be a poem, an edit, a drawing, etc.
Have fun!
Prompts:
Day 1: Hello
Day 2: Misunderstanding
Day 3: Happiness
Day 4: Fall
Day 5: Announcement
Day 6: Vacation
Day 7: Wedding
Day 8: Baby
Day 9: Fight
Day 10: Proposal
Day 11: Loss
Day 12: Sex (option 2: dream)
Day 13: Anger
Day 14: Pain
Day 15: Pride
Day 16: Forbidden
Day 17: Friendship
Day 18: Death
Day 19: Laughter
Day 20: Aftermath
Day 21: Remember
Day 22: Birthday
Day 23: Past
Day 24: Future
Day 25: Nostalgia
Day 26: Horror
Day 27: Family
Day 28: Kindness
Day 29: Disappointment
Day 30: Ending
Please reblog this post, so more people will see it. Also, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!
Looking forward to a great month,
@ramseyandrys
#playchoices#choices#open heart#perfect match#the elementalists#platinum#ride or die#red carpet diaries#the royal heir#the royal romance#a courtesan of rome#bachelorette party#bloodbound#nightbound#big sky country#choices september challenge
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Not My First Choice
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Cassie Vanderfield)
Book: Open Heart (~1.5 years after the end of Book 1)
Word Count: ~1400
Rating: PG
Summary: Bryce reveals a surprising fact about his past preferences while he and Cassie are teaching some medical students.
Author’s Note: Written for Day 29 of the Choices September Challenge (prompt - Disappointment).
For those that are curious, in the US medical students find out where they will be completing residency through a process called the Match. Students submit lists with their preference for programs where they interviewed, programs submit lists with their preference of the students they interviewed, and a computer algorithm “matches” applicants and programs. All the students find out where they are going on the same day, called Match Day, and most medical schools have a ceremony on that day with unique traditions.
The fourth year med students were frantic. It was one week before rank lists were due, one week before they had to finalize and certify their preferences for residency programs, something that would determine where they would spend the next three to seven years of their training. Cassie could practically feel the tension radiating from the dozens of fourth years when she walked into the classroom, a couple of Tupperware containers tucked under her arm.
A few weeks ago, Cassie had agreed to co-run a suturing workshop for the med students currently enrolled in Capstone, serving as a refresher on some technical skills prior to the start of their intern year in a few shorts months. She was on an elective, so when her program director sent out an email looking for a volunteer from internal med, she’d responded right way. Procedures weren’t exactly her favorite thing in the world, but she did love suturing, always picking up the lacerations during her blocks in the ED. Plus, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to get better at teaching. She had matched for her diagnostics fellowship at Edenbrook, and nearly three years of working with Ethan Ramsey made it clear to her that she should be the one handling most of the teaching responsibilities for their department.
So, here she was, prepared to go over some basic suturing techniques with medical students. Well, her and a gen surg resident. But she was the only resident there at that point, and she didn’t see any reason to wait for someone who may or may not show up, so she called the med students over, handing out the gelatinous models, sutures, needle drivers, and pick ups. The surgical resident was supposed to bring raw chicken for them to practice on as well, but if they didn’t arrive, they would just have to make do with the models.
As Cassie demonstrated the proper size bite to take to a group of students who were hoping to match in peds, the door burst open and in walked Bryce, several grocery bags in his arms.
“Sorry I’m late, you guys. I’m Bryce, your surgical resident; aka the doctor here with actual, real suturing experience,” he called out throwing a wink towards Cassie in the process. “I would have been here sooner, but the lines at Market Basket were way too long. Just give me a couple of minutes to get set up, and then those of you who want to work with real tissue, not that weird crap, can give the chicken a shot.”
Cassie finished up her quick demonstration of a simple stitch, then wandered over to see if Bryce needed any help getting his materials set up. She placed a hand gently on his back, careful not to startle him since he was holding a scalpel.
“This is quite the surprise. Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be my co-teacher?”
Bryce glanced over at her, throwing her a grin before he got back to the task at hand, slicing lacerations into the chicken breasts for the students to sew up, “I wasn’t supposed to be, but Brittany was in the OR until 4 am last night, so I said I could take care of this while she crashed in a call room. Help me dole out the raw meat?”
As the two of them worked with the students, showing a variety of stitches and with Bryce tossing out the occasional quip about internal med not having enough suturing experience to truly teach, the conversation naturally gravitated to rank lists and Match Day. The students were all anxious, trying to make last minute decisions about how to rank all the programs where they interviewed. Soon, many of the students had all but given up any pretense of caring about practicing suturing, instead pulling out laptops and undoubtedly logging on to edit rank lists.
Cassie felt obligated to redirect them, to refocus them on the task at hand, “Hey now, there’s no point agonizing over your rankings. Something like 75% of applicants match at one of their top three programs, and I can guarantee you all have two or three favorites. I’m guessing most of you will be happy at any of them.”
“And if you don’t get into your top three choices, don’t sweat it. Plenty of good doctors drop further down their rank list, depending on specialty,” Bryce chimed in.
“Are you speaking from experience, Dr. Lahela?” Cassie teased, elbowing Bryce gently. She was shocked when he was silent for a few moments before he responded.
“Pretty much, yeah.”
Cassie tried to keep her shock off her face, but she felt her eyebrows fly up before she could fully control her facial expression. She’d always just assumed that Bryce had ranked Edenbrook highly. She opened her mouth, a million questions ready to pour out, but Bryce caught her eye and shook his head slightly. Cassie nodded. Her curiosity could wait 30 minutes.
And so, she focused on giving feedback on simple interrupted and vertical mattress sutures, correcting use of needle drivers, and teaching how to do an instrument tie. As the med students dropped their used needles in the sharps container, thanking her and Bryce on their way out, Cassie gathered up the tissue models. Walking over to the side of the room, she started loading them into the Tupperware. She could hear Bryce cleaning up behind her, tossing the raw chicken breasts into the trash and washing down the tables and his hands. Eventually, he came up beside her, tossing the unused sutures into the Tupperware as well.
“Go ahead.”
Cassie looked at Bryce. He was avoiding her eyes, instead looking at the packets of Vicryl he’d just dumped into her containers. “I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject, Bryce. I never would have teased you if I’d known, especially in front of the students.”
He shrugged, “It’s not a big deal. Surgical match is a lot harder than internal med, so it makes sense your experience was different than mine. Where did you rank Edenbook?”
“It was my number one. Can I ask where you ranked it?”
Bryce paused for just a brief moment, but then he answered clearly and calmly, “Sixth.”
A wave of emotions washed over Cassie. Bryce had wanted to be at five other hospitals before Edenbrook. If Match had gone any better for him, they never would have met. As she tried to come up with the appropriate response, Bryce finally looked at her. He must have seen something in her face that reflected her concern, because he said, “Oh come on, don’t be like that. It was hardly a disappointment. I would have been happy at any of the programs in my top eight. If I’m being honest, the thought of Boston winters probably dropped Edenbrook a couple of slots, so nowhere near as big a deal as you think it is. Come on, let’s get this shit back to the med ed office.”
Bryce grabbed two of the containers, leaving Cassie just one to carry. She flipped the switches, killing the light in the classroom as Bryce stood against the door, holding it open for her.
“Do you regret that you matched here?” She had to ask the question as they walked toward the elevators.
Bryce smiled and shook his head. “Not for a second,” he responded, bumping his hip lightly against hers.
Cassie let out a small sigh of relief. She didn’t want to be selfish, but the thought that Bryce and her might have never met if things had objectively been better for him with the Match, well it was unsettling. But Bryce was the type to make the best of any situation, and if he was happy with how things had worked out, who was she to question that?
“You wanna grab dinner at that new Thai place tonight?” Bryce asked as Cassie pushed the elevator call button, clearly not interested in dwelling on the past and what ifs. Honestly, it was one of the things that Cassie loved about him. And while he may not have had the greatest luck on Match Day, she liked to think that they’d both gotten pretty lucky finding each other.
Tags: @choicesseptemberchallenge @mfackenthal @lilyofchoices @thequeenchoices @octobereighth @feartheendlesssummer @tallulahshh @fortunatelywaywardsandwich @dreaming-of-movies @choicesarehard @universallypizzataco @omgjasminesimone @srta-give-me-my-jax-rl
#bryce lahela#bryce x mc#open heart#choices open heart#open heart fanfiction#choices#playchoices#choices stories you play#choices september challenge
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Misunderstandings (OH, Harper x F!MC)
This Open Heart fanfic is my first entry for the @choicesseptemberchallenge hosted by @ramseyandrys!
You know that I’m a sucker for this (hopefully not for long) non-canon pairing and today’s prompt gave me an idea or two so...here I am! Basically, Meredith (F!MC) and Harper’s hidden, denied feelings surface when a series of misunderstandings happen. Hope you enjoy it!
Prompt: Misunderstandings
Word Count: 1830
Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bhavf @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @strangerofbraidwood @kamilahmykween @desiree-0816 @universallypizzataco @gayestchoices
Harper Emery x F!MC Tag: @bubblygothzombie @korrasamixfan @emeryharper @delphinusbae @noeschoices @jellymonster
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Meredith hated night shift: it wasn't just another medical legend that during night shift anything can happen and things can get super weird. And hectic. At least that new nurse - Colleen? Doreen? She never seemed to remember her name yet- would have been there too: she had spotted her at the subway station so one friendly face around. I should bring her a coffee later, she was so kind to help me the other day, she thought as she walked towards Edenbrook Hospital with her earphones on: listening to music on her way to work helped her get in the right mood.
She had almost reached the main entrance when she noticed a familiar face approaching. Her lips immediatly curled into a most cheerful smile: what a lovely surprise bumping into Dr. Emery! Valentine was a bit early so she could have even lingered for a quick chat. She waved her hi out of instinct but Harper didn't see her. She didn't even look her way. She was with a man, a finely dressed man a bit older than her: classy and expensive looking linen suit, neat shirt, impeccably laced necktie.
The two of them were laughing as they made their way out of the hospital. They also looked so...close?
"I swear, Harper, that's what he said!" the man was saying, giggling. "See what happen when I finally clear my schedule to take you out to dinner?"
"Oh apologies! I didn't mean to cause so much trouble" Harper mocked an offended tone and playfully bumped his arm.
"I'm just kidding! I'm so happy to spend some time with you: I missed you, you know?" he added, putting an arm around Harper's shoulder and pulling her close.
"Same" Harper smiled. "I know our careers are...demanding, to put it mildly, but we should do it more often"
"Yeah...maybe next time you can come over! You haven't seen the new house yet: oh you should totally stop by. Tell you what? I may even cook for you"
"You cooking for me? You sure you don't have fever, darling?" Harper made a show of checking his temperature.
"Very funny, Harper" the man rolled his eyes then burst into laughter. "I hope that that new lovely Thai restaurant downtown will do for now"
"...Maybe" Harper smirked and they walked out of earshot into the parking lot, leaving Valentine to awkwardly stand in front of the glass doors.
So, Dr. Emery wasn't as lonely as many nurses gossiped. She had a date, well most likely a new partner. Meredith diverted her eyes and shook her head. But of course, how silly of me to think...to think what? She winced at her stupid assumptions and hopes. That a woman like her wouldn't make heads turn? That we were getting closer just because she answers my questions or we chat from time to time? She sighed deeply. That an intern like me could ever get her attention? Open your eyes, dumbass: she's way outta your league. At the fancy Thai restaurant Mr. Linen Suit is taking her you could buy the cheapest bowl of noodles on the menu if you're lucky.
"But it's time to face the truth/ I will never be with you" James Blunt's voice melancholically sang into her ears.
"Thank you for the remainder, James!" she groaned and harshly removed her earphones, storming into Edenbrook's main hall.
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A few days later, Harper gave her niece a ride on the way home.
"Thanks for having me, Aunt Harper" Aurora said, shifting to sit more comfortably.
"Don't mention it, Rory. How was your day?"
"The usual, you know. I just wonder how some interns could even get into med school if they clearly lack brain cells" the Emery girl commented sharply, making Harper chuckle. “Anyway, how did the Thai dinner with Dad go?"
"The place was neat, but I always knew Marcus had an eye for things like that. And it's almost...cute how much he cares for this little tradition we have: brother and sister night out to plan mom's birthday party. It just makes me cares so much too"
"Glad to hear, let me know the details of Nana's party"
"Of course!"
After a moment Aurora spoke again: there was a thought that kept bugging her.
"I know this is random but have you talked to Valentine recently?"
"Recently? A few days ago I guess?" Harper tried to remember as she turned into the street where Aurora lived now. "Why? Did something happen?"
"That's the thing: I don't know! But she's acting weird. I mean, weirder than usual"
"Valentine is not weird, don't be mean, Rory!" Harper protested: she couldn't genuinely understand why Aurora could ever define Meredith 'weird'.
"She is! Listen to this then you tell me! The other day I was brewing coffee when she materialized at my side and asked 'Aurora, is there a way to unfeel what you feel because you know you shouldn't feel that way? Or to tell yourself to stop feeling that way because it's utterly stupid?"
Harper furrowed her brows: that sounded a bit confusing, yeah.
"And...what did you answer?"
"I told her that the coffee wasn't even ready and there were too many "feel" in just two sentences"
"Empathy at its finest" Harper chuckled.
"I'm not a therapist and my brain needs coffee to function in the morning!" her niece protested.
"I just thought you two were friends and it seemed like she could use one"
"We might be friends, Auntie. But we don't braid each other hair and have long talks about feelings"
"But-" Harper refrained herself from telling that true friends do talk about feelings sometimes. "Nevermind, is she feeling better now?"
"I don't know but I hope so honestly, no more weird talks at the breakfast table - oh good news, he's there" she sighed in relief as Harper stopped the car.
Dr. Emery followed her gaze and saw an oddly familiar man leaning over a car not far from where they were.
"Isn't that paramedic...Aveiro?" Harper asked, failing to hide her surprise.
As if he heard someone calling his name, he turned and spotted them looking at him. He flashed them a bright smile and waved hi. The Emerys found themselves mechanically returning the greeting before he resumed checking his phone.
"Yep, the one you saved during that infernal E.R. emergency" Aurora confirmed, gathering her stuff.
"He's here to pick Valentine up: they're having dinner at his place or something like that? Whatever, a meet the grandma thing is involved in some way - I think - but I wasn't paying too much attention to be honest" she let out a relieved sigh, changing the topic. "Everyone is out on dates and work tonight and you can't believe how happy I am to have the place all for myself!"
But Harper wasn't listening anymore.
"Meet the grandma? I knew they're friends, I didn't think they were that...close" she looked back to Rafael.
He was just putting his phone away in his pocket when he raised his eyes and one of his signature smiles formed on his lips. Meredith ran into his arms a moment later and he made her swirl around before putting her back to the ground. The two of them started chatting but Harper couldn't make out any word from inside her car.
"It almost looks like they're dating" Harper noted, turning towards Aurora. "Do you kno-"
Her niece shrugged and opened her mouth to say something but her aunt anticipated her:
"You don't braid each other hair and don't have long talks about feelings" she repeated her words.
"Precisely" Aurora nodded in appreciation. "Can I go now, Auntie?"
"Oh sure! Have a good night, Rory" Harper said absentmindedly as her niece got out of the car and walked towards the front door of her new house.
Finally alone, Harper's gaze fell once again on Rafael's car now disappearing out of view. But of course, now it all made sense: Meredith being so adamant and ready to assist her during the operation, all the times she spotted her checking on him once her shift was over, squeezing his hand reassuringly as he laid in his hospital bed. The long hug they shared while Harper signed Aveiro's discharge papers. The two of them bantering and laughing with each other waking to the metro station together.
For reasons unknown, collecting the dots didn't bring any joy to Dr. Emery: on the contrary, she felt a pang of...sadness? Which upset the neurosurgeon: why would she even feel that way? Valentine was a colleague and what she did outside work, who she dated was none of her business.
Nor whose grandma she was gonna officially meet, she added mentally. She groaned: no, it's not working. But I mean...why should I care? That's ridiculous and...and...I shouldn't feel this way. I'm just happy that Valentine found such a nice match: Aveiro seems a very nice guy. And she deserved some happiness after all the rough stuff she's been through over the past months.
I just...no, nothing.
She sighed and started the car.
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"So, you're ready for Juliana?" Rafael asked, happily tapping the wheel. "I warn you, she can be quite intense: there's a reason why we call her 'hurricane Juliana' after all. If she's too much, just let me know and we can have a walk or go dancing if you're feeling like it"
"Thank you, Raf. But I'm sure I will have a great time tonight...thank you for having me!"
"Oh the pleasure it's all our, M.! Juliana kept asking when the lovely lady doctor comes to visit us, she's overjoyed to have you. Not to mention she's been cooking for hours: hope you're hungry, Valentine" he giggled.
"I'm sure Juliana is the best cook so worry not, Superman!" Meredith chuckled.
"Cool" Rafael gave her a quick look before looking back to the street. "I'm glad you agreed to this. With a little bit of luck we will bring the smile back on your face"
"I'm not sad or...off?" Meredith protested, but she didn't sound too convincing.
"And Juliana is a great advisor when it comes to matters of the heart and love troubles" he continued, throwing her a meaningful look.
Dr. Valentine gaped at him unsure whether to deny everything or surrender.
"How did you...? Am I that obvious?" she said in the end, biting her lip.
"No, worry not, M.! I just have a trained eye after years of soap-operas" he winked and after a moment they burst into laughter.
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That night, sitting at two different tables, several blocks away from each other Dr. Emery and Dr. Valentine both found themselves repeating in their heads: is there a way to unfeel what you feel because you know you shouldn't feel that way?
Because it's stupid, how could I even think that it would work somehow?
Because I shouldn't feel this way: why does it even bother me if she's dating that guy?
#choicesseptemberchallenge#open heart#harper emery#dr. harper emery#harper emery x mc#Harper x mc#playchoices#choices fanfic
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VoS: Ocean Stroll - Flynn x Cian
Warnings & A/N: No warnings. I don’t have any notes this time around. Other than my other fic (not related to this one in any way) for VoSAW can be found here and my masterlist can be found here. ~1500 words
Art: This is the accompanying piece to this fic by the lovely @maia-beans.
Day Two Prompt: Misunderstanding for @choicesseptemberchallenge (I struggled with what the muses decided I would write and what the prompt said I should write. So it is a bit of a stretch for the prompt but I hope y’all will forgive me.
Day Two: Flynn O’Malley @vosaw
The amber-hued sky was tinged with shades of ruby and a few remaining glimpses of the cerulean blue of the day refused to be displaced. It was the picture-perfect watercolored sunset. The ocean had grown dark with the fading light and chose instead to reflect the brilliance of the sky rather than give up the secrets of her depths.
The bike was parked where the infrequently traveled road met the encroaching grasses that found their home along the saltwater drenched coast. The gravel crunched under their boots as they passed along the narrow path that led to the ocean. Eventually, that sound giving way to the waves that crashed along the shore as the rough gravel was replaced by fine sand.
He plopped down on a piece of driftwood that had ages ago come to rest here, long forgotten by the ocean that had carried it to this home. He pulled off his boots and then his socks. Sticking the socks inside his boots. The other man, quirking an eyebrow at him bemused by the situation unfolding in front of him. The redhead stood up and grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders and maneuvered him toward the log. And applying gentle pressure to those strong shoulders, pushed him into a sitting position before kneeling before him and unlacing his shoes.
“Cian, what the hell are you doing.” Cian watched as the corner of Flynn’s baby blue eyes crinkled imperceptibly as he made the inquiry and Cian couldn’t help but grin at Flynn’s failed attempt to hide his amusement. Nevertheless, Flynn attempted to pull his foot free.
Cian held the boot in place for a moment and leaning up, wrapped one hand behind Flynn’s neck and guided their faces towards each other. “You can’t have a romantic stroll along the ocean at sunset without feeling the sand beneath your feet.”
Flynn smirked and shook his head, “I can feel it just fine with my boots on, thanks.”
“We can’t have a romantic evening together if you don’t remove your damn boots, Flynn,” Cian leveled a challenging look at him before closing the short distance between them and whispered, “and don’t you want to have a romantic evening with me?” before kissing him. Flynn’s arms wrapping around Cian to pull him in closer to him. Their tongues exploring each other, tasting each other. Cian’s own arms pulling Flynn flush to him kneeling between his legs.
Pulling away a bit breathless, Flynn rolled his eyes and giving Cian a playful shove sent him sprawling backward into the sand and began unlacing his boots. Cian chuckled and lacing his hands behind his head laid in the sand waiting. Watching the wind work its brushstrokes through the sky above him. A few bright spots of starlight peeking their way through that canvas.
Flynn, having removed the offending footwear, watched Cian laying before him in the sun-warmed sand. Marveling at how truly lucky he was to have somehow been deemed worthy enough for this man to love him. To give up a life Cian had made in New York, to move to the tiny town of Bridgeport, all to be with him. Flynn shook his head thinking back on the day both their lives had changed forever.
They had said their goodbyes hours before and Flynn had not moved from the couch where he had slumped after Cian had walked from his life. He was on a plane now, heading back to his home, but Flynn had slowly been coming to the realization that Cian was his home now and he had been contemplating how he could stay in Bridgeport and support his sister and her child but also have what he desperately wanted. A life with Cian.
And that knock had come late at night. That knock on his door that made everything in his life seemed to fall into place. He had slid the door open to reveal Cian standing out of breath in front of him. At first, Flynn has misunderstood the reason for Cian standing there. Flynn had grabbed his jacket ready to race from the house.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Kate?” his voice holding all the worry it had weeks before when she had gone missing.
“Flynn, relax,” Cian had tried to reassure him.
Flynn tried to push past, “I swear to God if something has happened to her again.”
Cian placed a gentle hand on Flynn’s chest. “She’s fine. I’m here for another reason.” Flynn had stood still. What other reason could there possibly be for Cian to be back here? Cian paused before saying anything else, attempting to catch his breath from racing with his bags in hand from the taxi down the docks to Flynn’s houseboat. Finally having dropped them at the door and knocked without taking a moment to breathe.
Flynn had smirked at him then and teased him about being out of breath from such a short jog down the docks. Maybe I ran all the way from the airport for you, Flynn Cian had quipped back at him.
Flynn had nearly choked on those words. For you. It had to be a misunderstanding. Flynn was imagining things. Letting his mind run wild. Cian couldn’t possibly mean what Flynn wanted him to mean. Could he? Cian had stepped over the threshold and placing his hands on both sides of Flynn’s face had pulled them together and promised never to let that go.
Flynn had gone on to become a police officer with the Bridgeport PD under Chief Naomi Silverhawk. While Cian had managed to write and publish his first book and his second was well underway. He had also taken up Agent Michael Kim’s offer and occasionally did some consulting with the FBI. Their friends, their family were all in Bridgeport and they had all they needed and life had been and life was perfect.
Flynn let out a soft sigh and Cian lifted his head from the sand to see what had caused the noise. Flynn lowered himself into the sand and pressed his body over that of his boyfriend.
“And what may I ask is the cause of that lofty sigh of yours?” Cian smirked up at him. His hands running along Flynn’s side and around his back before snaking up and under his shirt.
“Did you ever think you’d ever end up here?” Flynn probed the topic gently.
“You mean, did I ever think I’d end up dating the hottest officer in all of Bridgeport or the county for that matter?”
“Ouch, only the county?” he teased.
“You’re right. I’ve seen most of the law enforcement officers in this part of the country and I’ve gotta say, you are definitely the hottest on the eastern seaboard, Officer O’Malley,” Cian corrected. Flynn hissed as Cian dragged his hands roughly down along his back before gripping his ass and twisting his own hips up into Flynn’s.
They met in a bruising kiss before Cian flipped Flynn over and pinned him to the sand beneath his own body. “Now, I believe I was promised a romantic walk along the beach. We can resume this interrogation later tonight at home. And you will put on your uniform.” Flynn laughed before Cian silenced him with a kiss, drawing his lower lip out between his teeth before drawing soothing circles along it with his tongue. He stood quickly and offering Flynn a hand, pulled him up.
Lacing their fingers together, Cian drew Flynn’s hand up to his lips. Kissing the underside of his wrist and working his way up along his palm. Flynn’s eyes remained locked on Cian as the latter flipped Flynn’s hand over and kiss the top of his hand and along his ring finger. “Hmmm,” he hummed in disappointment.
“What?” Flynn couldn’t determine what had caused the slight hint of concern in his boyfriend’s voice.
Their eyes met before Cian released his hand and pulled a ring from his pocket. “You seem to be missing a crucial component to any fine officer’s uniform.” Flynn rolled his eyes before realizing what was taking place and Cian continued on, “and I was hoping that you make me the luckiest man on the eastern seaboard....”
“Ouch again,” Flynn interrupted with a smirk.
“You know I said that on purpose right?” Cian laughed as Flynn nodded. “Flynn O’Malley, with you I’ve found my home. With you, I have all I could ever need. Because of you, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Because of you, I’m a better person and I’m hoping you will make me the luckiest man that has ever walked the face of this earth, and marry me.” He held the ring out, his hands shaking slightly from the nervousness coursing through his body as he held his breath and waited for an answer.
Grabbing the lapels of Cian’s leather jacket, Flynn pulled them together, kissing him softly. “Damn you, Cian,” Flynn said as he swiped a tear from his cheek. His yes barely a whisper but the motion of his head nodding providing all the answer Cian needed.
Slipping the ring onto Flynn’s finger, Cian held it out in the fading light of the day. “Much better.” He kissed his way up Flynn’s finger to his wrist once more. He pulled his phone out and slung his arm around Flynn’s waist to pull him close. Flynn reached his arms around Cian and kissed his cheek as Cian snapped the photograph commemorating the occasion. Linking their hands together they began their walk along the now cooling seashore. The sky having changed from its amber hues to those of the evening sky. Stars dotting the heavens above them.
“I like spring, by the way,” Cian had whispered, squeezing Flynn’s hand in his own to commit to memory every little detail of this evening.
“You realize that we will have absolutely no say in that or any part of our wedding, right?” Flynn let out a good laugh as Cian turned to him in surprise. “You know Kate has it all planned already? Binders upon binders of plans.”
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