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reveluving · 2 years

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the highlight of his day

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

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

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

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

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disclaimer! this is a submission for:

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

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

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

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

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

No, it was the company and the moment itself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Sun-Att.

His Sun-Att.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He playfully rolled his eyes.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled, crunching the turf under his shoes idly.

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

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

Might as well make new friends, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh… Around five, I think. Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's definitely not trying to show you off.

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

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

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

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

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

“Surprised?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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potionsprefect · 2 years

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Blankets and Fire

Fall has arrived

For @choicesmonthlychallenge Picktober “blanket” and “fireplace” and @choicesficwriterscreations naughty and nice event

“Here, let’s share a blanket.” Victoria walked into the living room.

“A blanket? Or the hundreds you've bought?”

“Don’t act like you hate it. It adds warmth.” Victoria rolled her eyes.

“I can think of other ways we can get warm.” Ethan winked.

“Hilarious. For now, I want a cuddle.” Victoria snuggled next to him.

When Victoria put it like that, Ethan wasn't going to argue with her.

What’s that you see? A certain surgeon falling for someone? You would be correct 😉

Tagging in reblog

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x victoria clarke #ethan x victoria #playchoices #pictagram #fluff #choices monthly challenge #picktober #cfwc naughty & nice

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storyofmychoices · 2 years

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Beneath the Falling Leaves

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: >400

Rating/Warning: General (all the fluff)

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge : falltober ; @choicesficwriterscreations : an autumn walk

Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia take a walk in the Public Garden. [Art]

There is nothing quite like autumn in New England. The vibrant array of colors, the sharp, earthy scent filling the air, the abundance of apples and pumpkins just waiting to be picked, the warm, familiar comfort of a cozy sweater on a cool afternoon, the crisp breeze blowing across the pages of an old book, the bittersweet reminder of the beauty in endings and new beginnings—Autumn in New England was something special. It was a kind of magic, both old and new—one that had to be experienced to be understood. It was an enchantment Olivia knew well, but one Bryce was still discovering.

The quiet of the Boston Public Garden offered a momentary escape from the bustling metropolis of the city just outside. The pair strolled hand in hand, bumping shoulders from time to time. The idyllic breeze wrapped them with its brisk, refreshing scent. Leaves fluttered, gliding down from the crimson, orange, and golden trees, and tumbled across their path. Every now and then, a dry leaf offered a satisfying crunch beneath their feet.

His thumb caressed softly over the back of her hand for a moment before he lifted their joined hands to his lips, brushing a tender kiss across her knuckles.

Olivia's face warmed at the adoration she found when she met his gaze. She tucked a loose strand of her fiery hair behind her ear. "What was that for?"

"Do I need a reason?" Bryce lowered their hands as he took a step forward. "In fact—" He pulled her into him, spinning her quickly against his chest. "—much better." He kissed her softly at first, but no longer able to resist, he lifted her into his arms.

Her mouth slipped open further in surprise at his sudden affection, allowing Bryce to take the opportunity to deepen their embrace.

Olivia forgot the warmth rising in her cheeks and the public setting they found themselves in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting the heat of his lips over and over.

Swirling splashes of color danced around them as they kissed beneath the falling leaves. The wonder of the season had taken hold of them both.

His kisses slowed as he gently lowered her to the ground. Bryce held her in his arms, letting the moment linger. "Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"I think you just did." Olivia chewed her lower lip, a blissful look spreading wide across her face. "I love you, too."

Bryce held out his hand to her. "Shall we?"

She laced her fingers with his, offering a gentle squeeze. "We shall!"

The two continued on, matching smiles on their faces as they gazed in wonder, enjoying the dazzling display of autumn painting the park around them.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this pointless fluffy drabble. Bryce absolutely randomly pulls Olivia into his arms for kisses. How could he not? She is so pretty and smart and amazing! And Bryce is just Bryce! *dreamy eyes at the both of them*

A/N: Olivia is from Rhode Island so New England fall is always one of her favorites.

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choicesmonthlychallenge · 2 years

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Picktober Week Two Masterlist

[Prompts] [Full Masterlist]

If you submitted a fic and I didn't share it or I shared it but it's not on the list, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP! Thank you to all those who participated in week two! Happy Creating in week three!!!

—tober: ☁️ =fluff 🔥=kink/smut 🍁=fall 👻=spook 🎨=art 🌷=spring

⟢The Elementalists:⟢

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch2) - A TE Halloween mini-series [Beckett x F!MC] by @sunnyshiftyy 👻

⟢Immortal Desires:⟢

Cuddles with a Vampire [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️

Free the love - The one with the threesome [F!Cas x F!Gabe x F!MC] by @wlwtycoon 🔥 18+ only

Heatwave and Starry Midnight Sky [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️ 🌷

⟢Open Heart:⟢

Autumn Walk in the Park Art [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices🍁🎨

At the Fair [Bryce x F!MC] by @trappedinfanfiction☁️

Beneath the Falling Leaves [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices 🍁☁️

But I won’t do THAT! [Tobias x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Family Traditions [Ethan x F!MC] by @headoverheelsforramsey ☁️

His Girls [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter ☁️

Jenner and Florence [Ethan x F!MC] by @potionsprefect☁️

Like the Leaves [Ethan x F!MC] by @genevievemd ☁️

Not the Life of This Party [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #8 Edit [Ethan x F!MC] by @peonyblossom ☁️

⟢The Royal Romance Series:⟢

Draketober: Feline (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Sweater (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: Batty (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Spider (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Hiking (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: Candle (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Bad Omens (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

⟢Wake the Dead:⟢

Moving In [Eli x F!MC] by @julia-highstorms 🔥 18+ only

Touche [Eli x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

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sunnyshiftyy · 1 year

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The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch3) - A TE Halloween mini-series

I didn’t proofread this due to lack of time, excuse some mistakes!

Book: The Elementalists, book 2, sophomore year, 30th of October. TW: Cursing Rating: PG Pairing: Beckett Harrington x f!MC Elise Russel. Other Characters: The rest of the Pend Pals! <3 Words: 1471 Summary: This is the third chapter of my Halloween mini-series: ‘The Haunted Halloween Predictions’. A/N: This whole series is my submission for the Picktober challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge for the prompt ‘Tarot Cards’ and this chapter is also my submission for Naughty & Nice @choicesficwriterscreations for the prompt ‘Autumn walks’. All prompts will be in bold. Tags: @theclassycandy

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future fanfics or TE content!

And on that note, i hope you enjoy!

Chapter 3: Aster and Elise

So, turns out, these cards have a mind of their own, and not even Zeph knew about it. Should Elise be surprised? Probably not, since it is a magickal deck, after all. But even after just over a year in this world, she still is.

“Is that.. Aster?” Elise almost spills her drink while leaning over the table to get a better look. It couldn’t be anyone else. Her vibrant smile, the lively leaves in her hair, still shifting to form more defined lines. Aster gingerly leans forward in her chair.

“I guess that means I’m up next..,” she hesitantly says, worried eyes glued to the card.

“It’s not because some conceited cards tell you that that you’re required to,” Beckett cuts in.

“Uh, she definitely is! The cards chose her!” Shreya immediately objects.

“It’s fine, you guys. I want to.” She sits up straighter in her chair. “Let me see what they have for me.” Zeph goes to grab the deck, but, as if activated by Asters’ words, it quickly produces two more cards, floating them next to the first one.

It’s raining inside. And very cloudy. The raindrops feel cold on her skin. She’s standing behind the bar and filling up and handing out various drinks. The people all smile at her. In some weird way the droplets seem to miss them everytime. Suddenly, her heart starts slowing down and her vision blurs. Then a black void sucks her in. She’s not afraid. She knows this feeling. She’s branching.

The branching shows her images, and gives her these weird feelings. The images show Elise. And Atlas? Or is it Atlas and Elise? Her brain knows the solution, but somehow it stays buried deep down in her long term memory, where things get foggy and dull. Anger. There’s anger. No, frustration? Angry frustration. It changes very rapidly. Now everything gets more of a sad filter… She still can’t make out who’s feeling what, and if the mix is a mix of emotion coming from one person, or just the both of them together. It fades and the place she was in first fades back in.

“These cookies are mine, yes sir!”

Now, that was Atlas. Recognizing that disembodied voice is piece of cake. She looks around the big space, trying to find the Moon Atts’ location, but the dimmed lights don’t allow her to see past a few feet. Also that rain that is clouding her vision… Further in the room, the door swings open, and a figure steps outside, followed by a second one. Aster looks down at the drink she’s preparing, and then it all clicks.

“You guys I know why Atlas was so mad at Elise!” Everybody immediately turns their attention back to Aster.

“That was fast,” Griffin remarks. She’s only been away for a minute, at a maximum. Elise perks up from flattening out wrinkly candywrappers by the mention of her name.

“See, I told you, Ace of Swords means clarity! Tell us, Aster!” Zeph expresses.

“Well, actually, Elise was mad at Atlas. I think.” She pauses for a second, and frowns. “Hold on… No, Atlas was mad at Elise? Huh..” She sags in her chair and sighs.

“Elise pushed me. That’s why I was mad,” she sulks while rolling the soft inside of a slice of pumpkinbread into a ball.

“In a vision! Gods…” Elise pulls her legs up on the chair. Will she ever let this go?

“Just tell us the reason!” Shreya gushes.

“I… She was sad. And angry and frustrated. I branched in my vision.. It was weird. Oh, and it was raining inside!” Zeph and Beckett throw out their questions at the same time.

“Who was sad?” Zeph asks.

“How was it raining inside?” Beckett asks.

“I don’t know?!” she answers.

“Which one don’t you know?” Griffin adds.

“Both.. The feelings were so mixed up, complicated and overwhelming..” She pauses for a breath. “And the rain… I can’t explain. It wasn’t magickal.” She takes a sip of her drink, and everyone seems to eye someone else. Shrey puts her elbows on the table and leans on them, rubbing her temples.

“I’m really confused. I don’t know what to make of this,” she says.

“Do all the visions link up or are these all separate events?” Right. That’s a good question. Elise looks in the direction of her favourite voice and nods.

“They need to be connected somehow. If Aster got something about our ‘fight’ that Atlas got in her vision…”

“How does mine play into this? I had nothing of that,” Griffin skeptically cuts in. Elise inclines her head to think. Griffin’s right. Then Aster stirs.

“You had something about a party, right? I think I was at a party too!”

“So they are related. Maybe, we could make a full image of the night by putting them all together,” Beckett explains, his hands moving with his animated expression. Elise shakes her head.

“But these are just predictions. The chances they’ll come true..”

“What about we look at your vision, and see if it’s interconnected with the other ones?” Zeph suggests. Oh hell yeah. She’s down.

“Okay, pull those cards! I wanna see.” Zeph gathers the Ace of Swords, Three of Wands and the Chariot and sticks them back into the deck. After some shuffling, three new ones get pulled. Elises’ head instantly starts spinning.

Elise opens her eyes. She knows where she is. It’s not exactly a where. But it is an exactly. She’s in her brain. It’s like staring into the pitch black. She tries to reach out by yelling a ‘Hello?’ into the void. Nothing. She tries again and again, and after a few times, the darkness warps, and she feels herself being pulled to the surface.

She’s back. Back where this all started. In that half-assed bathroom at the university she didn’t want to be at. She tries to stick her hand through the mirror, to get away from that hellhole, but her fingertips hit the glass. In the mirror, the figure she now knows is Atlas stares back at her. She touches her own hair. The short, almost white locks glide through her fingers. Hold on. She actually has this hair? What!? She steps back in disbelief, and her surroundings change, warmer colours, and she recognizes her dorm, before she stumbles into someone. It’s Beckett. He regards her wearily for some reason. She can’t place it, just like how her room is the same but also totally different at the same time. She reaches out to touch his arm, but it just passes through him, and she stumbles forward, loosing balance, and falling into a corner of the room. All of a sudden, a pressing sense of emotion washes over her. It overwhelms her, and she hugs her knees to her chest. Everything feels wrong. Why is everything wrong? Everything’s too much… She squeezes her eyes closed, and like a ‘pop’, she’s standing outside. Dark, cold, windy outside. Leaves tumble over the quad. And there’s Beckett again. He doesn’t seem so confused this time. More.. worried?

“Do you want to take a walk?” He sticks out his hand. Weird.

“Seriously? It’s one a.m,” she answers. Apparently it is one a.m.. She didn’t know she knew that.

“That’s the best part.” The way he says it lifts the stress off of her shoulders. He’s right. Autumn walks at one a.m. objectively are the best.

“Fine.” She walks up to him, and he holds out his hand. She looks at it, but doesn’t dare take it. What if it’s just an illusion, like last time? A fraction of a second, her vision glitches, and then her hand is in his, warmth spreading over her palm.

“Elise? Are you okay?” She shakes her head. Wow. She’s back. Everyone is looking at her. Why are they looking so… nervous?

“Yeah…”

“You were crying..,” Aster softly says. Elise feels her cheeks. Damn it! She swiftly wipes the tears off of them and tries to not flush.

“Sorry.”

“Was it that bad?” Shreya magicks over a tissue.

“No, it was very weird. I felt… bad. I was back at my last uni, and then here… No party, though.” She doesn’t want to tell them everything. What made her cry. That probably was the fact that Beckett wasn’t real. She shivers with the thought. He’s sitting right there, but still. If she lost him, she doesn’t know how, and if she would survive that. Shit, it this really the moment she needed to realize that?

“Ahw, man! We lost out common denominator..,” Zeph expresses.

“She still felt bad. Aster had that, right?” Griffin adds. Aster nods. Then Shreya determinedly slams her hand on the table.

“Okay, we need to get to the bottom of this. I vote for myself for the next vision!”

A/N: If you want to know more about my OC’s in my TE universe, click here. If you want to read more, here’s my masterlist with all the fics on it! (dated <3) Another thing: you can find sneak peeks of future fics and other posts on my masterlist (indicated with coming soon!) Last thing: my asks are still open! If you want headcanons or anything, don’t be shy, ask some more :)

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choicesfanaf · 2 years

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A Visit Home

Fandom: Open Heart Fandom (PlayChoices Fandom)

For Choices October Challenge 2022, FicTober 2022

Prompts used are: Promises, Blushing (Quote used for prompts highlighted in pink)

Prompt used: 29 ("You love this, don't you?") taken from here. Prompt highlighted in green.

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Arundhati Kulkarni)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Arundhati Kulkarni, Sahil Kulkarni (m!OC), Nandita Kulkarni (f!OC), Dilip Kulkarni (m!OC)

Word Count: 2145 words

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Summary: Aru takes Ethan to a visit to her childhood home.

A/N: Set in Open Heart Book 2

Italicized sentences are translated at the end. It felt important for me that Aru & her family spoke in their mother tongue (marathi) at home.

Here's a few common nicknames/ names of endearment that have been used in this fic:

Didi- Older sister

Aai- Mom

Baba - Dad

Beta- Son/Daughter (can be used for both)

Sahil is Aru's brother, while Dilip & Nandita are her parents

Tagging: @fictober-event, @choicesmonthlychallenge, @choicesficwriterscreations, @jamespotterthefirst, @rookiemartin, @quixoticdreamer16

For her Diwali visit to her family, Arundhati thought of taking Ethan with her to finally meet her parents. She constantly kept changing her decision as she was afraid of her parents disapproving of her being in a relationship with anyone. So, she had never taken her ex home, no matter how serious they were about each other.

Ethan was already nervous about meeting them, but his nervousness increased when he saw how scared Aru was. He had already met her brother Sahil, the only one who knew about their relationship. As a result, he was the only person from her family that Ethan was comfortable around.

"Didi, come on, there is no need for you to worry about aai and baba. Once they find out how much Ethan loves you, they will not have any issues at all", Sahil said when Aru called him to discuss her dilemma.

"What if they don't accept Ethan and disown me after learning about us?" Aru questioned, with a quiver in her voice.

"Don't worry about all of that, didi. Nothing like that will ever happen. Just focus on coming here to meet us."

"How can you be so sure?"

"That's because I know they love their daughter more than anything in the world and trust her completely. If you tell them that Ethan is the one for you, they will fully trust your decision. So, please do visit us, okay?"

"Thanks for your support, bro. I'll discuss this with Ethan and hopefully change his mind about visiting you all."

Ethan was initially extremely tensed to meet Aru's parents, more so because of her nervousness. However, when he saw that she was relaxed, it made him feel better as well. He knew that he would face anything if she was by his side.

Eventually, Ethan and Aru headed to her childhood home to meet her family.

Aru didn't know how her parents would react to her having a boyfriend who was her boss at work. Therefore, she decided not to inform her parents about the relationship as soon as she met them.

Ethan marvelled at the decorations outside Aru's home and how bright they made the house look. He knew what Diwali was but had never gotten a chance to experience it first-hand.

Arundhati's parents were elated to see her after a long time. She couldn't get time to meet them during her first year due to her workload, and she got even busier due to being on the Diagnostic Team. It was only after the attack that she stopped taking her life and family for granted.

Her parents were surprised to see another person with her, to say the least.

They welcomed Aru and Ethan inside, and Sahil greeted them with a hug and a refreshing glass of water.

He was amazed to see how pretty her home looked, especially with the beautiful fairy lights and some flower garlands.

After some nudging from Sahil and confusing looks from her parents, Aru decided to introduce her parents to her boyfriend.

"Aai, baba, this is Dr. Ethan Ramsey, my partner and my supervisor," she said, throwing caution to the wind yet unsure of their reactions.

Her parents were more scared for their daughter than shocked. They knew that their children would date someone once they grew up. However, they did not expect their daughter to date someone significantly older than her. They were unsure if Aru pursued the relationship because he forced her to or if she did it herself to get a better job opportunity. Nonetheless, they made sure to mask their expression until they knew more about her relationship.

"Wait a second, so is this the same Dr. Ramsey whose books you used to read all the time?" Sahil pretended to be surprised in front of their parents.

"Yes, Sahil. He's the same doctor."

"Well, Dr. Ramsey, welcome to our house. I hope you have a good time with us today. And I hope you are taking good care of our daughter."

"Thanks for welcoming me, Mr. Kulkarni. I promise I will never harm your daughter in any way. If I break my promise, you can feel free to give me the harshest punishment possible."

"Well, we'll see about that later. Right now, you are my guest. So, I have to look after you till you are here."

"Well, enough chit-chat for now. Please have these snacks, children. I hope you aren't hungry," Aru's mom said.

"Thanks, Mrs Kulkarni. We had some breakfast on the plane. Thanks again for the snacks."

"Aai, the chaklis are so delicious. How do you always make them this good?"

"Beta, my mom taught me this recipe. I have been practising this recipe for years now."

"Please teach me how to make these!"

"Ho, pan tyacha sathi tula vel pahije na. Tu tar purna divas busy astes."

"Ho na. Amcha kaam tasach aahe na. When I have a free day, I will video call you. Chalel na?"

"Ho, mala chalel. But let me know in advance so I can arrange my chores accordingly."

"Yes, I'll let you know, aai."

"Beta, do you want to show Ethan around by the time I set lunch?"

"Are you sure you don't want any help?"

"Ho. Tu relax kar. I'll call Sahil to help me."

"Are you mad that I am dating Ethan?" Aru asked her mom privately when they entered the kitchen.

"I'm not worried, Aru. I'm happy for you. Ethan seems like a good person."

"I can clearly see that you are worried, aai."

"Aru, we can talk about it later. Go on, beta. Get Ethan away from your dad's threatening."

"Thanks a lot, aai."

Aru made her way to her father to ask for his permission to take Ethan away.

"Baba, is it okay if I show Ethan around?"

"Yes, my girl, go ahead."

"Ethan, come on, let's go," she said, relieved to get Ethan away for a while.

"Where should we start from, Aru?"

"Let me show you my room first."

Ethan wanted to check Aru's room to see how she was as a child. Also, he wanted some material to tease her with to get back at her.

"Well, this is my room," Aru said.

The first thing that Ethan saw after entering her room were some movie posters.

"I see you have been a huge fan of movies since childhood," Ethan expressed, observing her giant posters of different Hollywood and Bollywood movies.

"I know you, Ethan. You love this, don't you? You finally have something to annoy me with."

"It seems you know me very well, my darling."

"I mean, that's..." Aru couldn't speak anymore because of how much she was blushing. No matter how many times Ethan called her his darling, she couldn't stop blushing every time he did so.

"Honey, didn't you used to read classics while growing up?"

"Why yes, I did, and absolutely loved them!"

"What else did you read?"

"Well, I started reading medical books that my grandpa owned. As I got more interested in medicine, I wanted to read more recent books."

"Can I have a look at them?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Aru, you have almost all the books I have written," Ethan said, as he was pleasantly surprised by the fact that Aru enjoyed his research.

"Yeah, I first got Diagnostic Principles and was in awe of your research. That's when I made it my mission to read all of your books I could get."

"So, you were my biggest fan, weren't you?"

'Well, a fan. Not the biggest fan."

"So, how did you not know what I looked like?"

"I wanted to focus only on your work."

"Why, Aru, was I that distracting?" Ethan asked jokingly.

"No, Ethan. As much as I love looking at you, that was not the case. I didn't want to look at your picture or look you up as I didn't want to have a bad impression of you."

While Aru was showing Ethan around, her parents sat with Sahil to discuss her relationship.

"Sahil, please tell me the truth here. Did you know about them?" his father asked.

On hearing that, Sahil hesitated a bit.

"Beta, we won't get mad at you or Aru if you tell us the truth."

"Yes, your dad is right. We want to know if Ethan genuinely wants to be with Aru or if he's taking advantage of her good nature," his mother told him calmly.

"Well, to tell you the truth, they have been together since the attack. I saw how Ethan was around didi. He stayed with her all night after they gave her the remedy. When didi woke up, the first person she saw was him," Sahil revealed.

"I talked to her about Ethan then and asked her all about him," he continued.

"Well, what did she say about Ethan?"

"Didi told me that he was gentle and caring. He looked after her when she most needed him."

"Well, that sounds good to me. If Aru trusts him, I don't have to worry about him. But is he still her supervisor now?"

"No, I had the same question. Didi told me that they have reported their relationship to HR. She now has a new supervisor."

"Well then, that's good. But that doesn't mean I trust Ethan. I'll be keeping an eye on him."

"Sure, baba. Do what makes you feel better", Sahil said sarcastically.

"Well, I'm glad she hasn't been forced to be with him. And that Aru finally has found someone worthy of her."

Meanwhile, Ethan and Aru finished their tour of her childhood home and came down to the living room where her family was chatting.

"Aru, done with the tour? Did Dr. Ramsey like our place?"

"Ho, aai. Ethan loved our garden the most."

"Good. Come on, have lunch now. You both must be hungry," Aru's dad mentioned.

"Dr. Ramsey, please forgive me. I had no idea you would be visiting us today. So, if you can't eat the food for any reason please let me know."

"Mrs. Kulkarni, don't worry about it. I'll happily have what you have made."

"Well then, please get started, doctor. Please call me Nandita."

"Only if you call me Ethan."

"So, Ethan, are you serious about our Aru?"

"Baba!" Aru said, surprised at her dad's forwardness.

"Aru, we are asking him this just for your benefit, my girl. So, Ethan, please forgive us if it feels too much. We want what is best for her."

"I completely understand, Mr. Kulkarni."

"Ethan, please, call me Dilip."

"Dilip, I understand what you are saying. I have been serious about Aru ever since I almost lost her," Ethan said while interlocking Aru's fingers with his. I assure you all that I'll never hurt Aru at all. Also, I promise you that I'm here for the long run."

Her parents saw the sweet gesture and felt reassured by his words. They felt as if all of their worries had disappeared.

"Well, Ethan, I'm glad that you care about Arundhati. She's our only daughter, and we don't want her to be with someone who doesn't respect her," said Nandita.

"Ethan, I hope you enjoy your stay here. We hope you can visit us regularly", Dilip said approvingly.

"Aru, I think we should introduce our families to each other, don't you think?" Ethan asked.

"That's a good idea. Alan and Naveen would love to meet you all."

"Aai, baba, Alan is Ethan's father while Dr. Naveen Banerji is Edenbrook's chief, Ethan's mentor, and friend," Aru explained to her parents.

"Yes, that sounds fun, didi. Aai, baba, I have met Dr. Banerji. He is sweet and welcoming. He made me feel as if he knew me for a long time."

"Well, Ethan, I think we can come to Boston for Thanksgiving to meet your family. What do you both think?" Dilip asked his family.

"If Ethan wants to be in Aru's life for the foreseeable future, I think it is important for us to meet them."

"That's true, aai," Aru expressed.

"That's settled then, didi. We will be visiting you! Hopefully, we will also have a chance to meet your roommates without any stress."

"Yes, they would love to meet you at leisure. Aai, baba, everyone would love to meet you both," Arundhati replied, hoping no one would notice her internal freakout. She hadn't told Sahil that she mostly lived with Ethan ever since she went on leave.

Ethan realised what she was thinking and gave her a comforting smile which made her feel warm inside. She relaxed a bit, knowing that all would be well if he was by her side.

By the time Ethan and Aru came back from their vacation, her parents had gotten rid of their inhibitions against him. They had accepted him as their son, much to Aru and Ethan's happiness.

Translations:

Ho, pan tyacha sathi tula vel pahije na. Tu tar purna divas busy astes- Yes, but you need time for that. You remain busy throughout the day.

2. Ho na. Amcha kaam tasach aahe na- Yeah, but that's how our work is.

3. Chalel na?- Will that be okay?

4. Ho, mala chalel- Yes, that's okay with me

5. Ho, tu relax kar- Yes, you should relax

6. Ho, aai- Yes, mom

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stumblingoverchaos · 7 months

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For Picktober 2023. Fungi. Collage, scraped acrylic paint, stickers.

#art journal #art journaling #visual journal #visual journaling #fungi #picktober #artjournal #artjournaling #visualjournal #visualjournaling #collage #artjournals #visualjournals #acrylicpaint #sticker #stickers

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reveluving · 1 year

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the prettiest of them all

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

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

warnings: mature/smut (minor DNI!)

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

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

disclaimer! this is a submission for:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that he'd call himself a hero.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just… appreciating.”

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

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

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

“That’s the idea.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, he helped you out.

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

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

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

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squidcakes0406 · 7 months

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Wraith Barber (Picktober Day 5)

Captains (Piktober Day 6)

#ppiktober2023 #pikmin #pikmin 3 #pikmin 4 #pikmin puddle #pikmin charlie #pikmin oc #pikmin wraith #traditional sketch #doodles #my art

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genevievemd · 2 years

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Like the Leaves

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure), F!MC (Genevieve McClure) x M!OC (Ryan Ozwell) Word Count: Rating: T Category: angsty fluff Trope(s): and they’re with someone else (sorta - in the past), and there’s a birthday

Summary: Gen discovers that not everything is like it used to be.

Warnings: language

A/N: For the longest time, I’ve wanted to do a fic where we see G with Ryan and then with Ethan in a similar situation and see the difference and now here we are. I felt like today, Gen’s birthday, was a great day to do it lol

Submitting this to @choicesficwriterscreations for Naughty and Nice (prompt in bold) and @choicesmonthlychallenge for Picktober (flufftober - forehead kisses and falltober - pumpkin)

October 14, 2011

Autumn had finally descended on Pennsylvania. The trees on Genevieve’s college campus had slowly begun to change into various, and beautiful, shades of red and orange. Though, the beauty of fall at UPenn was nothing compared to her hometown in Maine.

She’s been hoping to be able to go home for a long weekend for her birthday tomorrow, but with the workload of her second year of undergrad, it would be impossible. But maybe, she could bring a taste of home to Philly for her 19th birthday and convince her boyfriend of almost a year to go apple picking with her. They could even get pumpkins to carve and have the full seasonal experience, with the man she was almost certain she loved.

Genevieve walks across the courtyard towards Ryan’s apartment, textbooks and outfit change in hand, knocking on his front door a few minutes later.

“You’re late.” He opens the door without hesitation, walking away without another glance in her direction.

Gen quickly follows him into the apartment, dropping her things onto the kitchen table. “I know, sorry. My class ran over. Well, technically it didn’t, I just stayed behind to ask my professor about the —“

“Yeah, I don’t really care, Velvet. Go make yourself decent for the party.”

“I told you, I don’t like that nickname.”

“And I told you, that I don’t care, I’ll call you whatever the hell I please.” Ryan smirks, kissing her cheek before slapping her backside, with more force than she likes. “Now, go get ready. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Okay.” She nods sheepishly, walking into the bedroom to change.

She hates going to parties with his friends, they were crass and always drank too much. Treating her more like a maid or waitress rather than Ryan’s girlfriend. She sucks it up and goes, mostly to avoid a fight with him and always with the hope that he’ll do something like that for her. Though record shows he probably won’t. But that won’t stop her from hoping, praying and doing whatever she can to try and get what she gives in return.

“So, you know how my birthday is on tomorrow?” Gen calls out as she finishes putting on her dress, zipping up the side and checking herself in the mirror.

“What about it?”

“I was wondering if you’d go apple picking with me? Or maybe we can get pumpkins to carve? I used to at home every year and since I can’t go back to Portland this weekend, I thought —“

“Are you serious?” Ryan enters the room, eyebrow raised in disbelief as he leans against the doorframe. “Are you five?”

“What do you mean?”

“Grow up, Velvet. That shit’s not cute, or fun for a grown ass adult. I’ll take you to dinner if I don’t have plans, but there ain’t no way in hell that I’m taking you to and wasting my Saturday at a fucking apple orchard.”

“Oh,” She does her best to hide the disappointment on her face as she finishes doing her makeup. The way her stomach twists at his words. “Is it really that childish? I see couples that do it for dates on pictagram all the time. I just thought…”

“Pictagram isn’t the real world. Gotta step outta that fantasyland you keep getting stuck in. Grown men, with any ounce of self respect, don’t do that shit. Now, get your ass ready so you don’t make us late like always.”

“Forget I said anything.”

Ryan laughs, turning towards the living room, “I wouldn’t have to if you keep those stupid thoughts to yourself, honey.”

“Yeah.” Gen looks back at her reflection, wondering the thousandth time why she ever bothers to speak or think.

Things are always better when she doesn’t, and it’s not as if she ever comes up with anything worthwhile — at least that’s what Ryan says and he's usually right.

9 years later, October 15, 2020…

Ethan opens the door to his luxury apartment, stepping to the side to let Genevieve in before following close behind her.

As far as birthdays go, this one has been a top favorite. Ethan surprised her with dinner at a diner that served poutine that could rival her beloved grandfather’s recipe and then an escape room with a Hocus Pocus theme. Not to mention the bouquet of her favorite flowers that he’d given her before they left the hospital.

It was more than any boyfriend had done for her birthday in a very long time, and made her all the more thankful to have someone as thoughtful as Ethan.

“Do you want a drink? I may have gone against my better judgement and bought you a bottle of rosé.” Ethan guides her into the kitchen, a gentle hand resting on the small of her back.

“Did you really?” Gen sits at the kitchen island, watching as Ethan moves towards the fridge.

“Of course. Anything for you, G.” He smiles wide, closing the refrigerator door and moving to the liquor cabinet to grab them two wine glasses.

“Is that why you agreed to dress up as the Prince Charming to Cinderella for my party on Saturday?”

“Absolutely.” He hands her the wine glass, his playful smile melting into something softer as he raises his own glass. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” Gen clinks her glass against his before taking a sip, blushing slightly when he doesn't take his eyes off her.

“So, aside from this costume party, is there anything else you want to do this weekend?” Ethan grabs her hand, gently leading her to the couch.

Its then she remembers a conversation from years past, with another man – whom she thought she loved – about her birthday. The way he dismissed her and teased her. Demeaned her every thought and desire and couldn’t be bothered to even take her to dinner on a day she so adored.

It was a wonder how she’d gone from that to this. To someone as kind and thoughtful as Ethan, who even knowing her past treats her like a precious jewel, a gift. Someone who indulges every thought she has, no matter how childish or silly it may seem.

“G? What is it?” Ethan’s brows furrow at her silence, head titled with concern. He places his wine glass on the coffee table then reaches for her hand, thumb stroking it gently.

“I… I was just thinking.”

“About?”

Three months had past since she told him about Ryan, since she sobbed on this very couch feeling unworthy and tainted, and she still hesitates. Is still scared that with every detail she shares, Ethan may grow to regret his decision to stay.

But, she knows she has to lean into the trust she’s placed in him, the unspoken love they share and continue to be honest about herself.

“My birthday, nine years ago.” Gen swallows down the rock of anxiety that begins to form in her throat, shifting to place her glass beside his on the table.

“That would have been when you were with that bastard, Ryan Ozwell, correct?”

“Yeah.” Unconsciously, she moves closer to Ethan, looking down at their still joined hands. “I had asked him to do something with me, for my birthday because I couldn’t go back home, and he told me it was stupid. And maybe it is, but I still want to do it.”

“And what’s that exactly?” There’s a patience in his voice, so rare that it forces her eyes up to meet his own.

He’s so different with her than he is with the rest of the world, as if leading with his heart makes him softer, kinder. Offering a version of himself that only the most deserving of souls gets to see.

“He was right, it’s stupid and childish. You’ll probably laugh at me too.”

“Never.” Ethan offers her a smile, letting go of her hand. He pulls her into his lap, letting her settle before gently cupping her cheeks in his warms hands. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, myself included, you’re safe with me. Whatever it is just tell me, I highly doubt that it’s as juvenile as he had claimed it to be.”

“Okay,” Genevieve nods, resting a hand against his heart. “I want to go apple picking, and then get pumpkins and carve them.”

“That,” He blinks rapidly, letting go of her face. “That’s what you want? That’s what he said was childish?”

“Yeah. You agree, don’t you?”

“Rookie, the day I agree with anything that man has ever said or done to you is the day the world ends. He has the cognitive abilities of a rock.”

“So, you’ll do it? We can have an apple orchard date?”

“Of course, I haven’t gone since I was a kid, I think it will be fun. Actually, I’ll even add to your desires and when we get home after we can turn the apples into a pie, roast the pumpkin seeds and watch our favorite Halloween movies.”

“Ethan…” Despite herself, she can feel her chest warm with hope, the tiny ember getting larger with every word said. Feel her eyes well with tears of joy and surprise.

Everyday, he proves all her worst fears wrong, shows her that every thought her ex had placed in her head was wrong. That, just like the leaves of Ethan’s favorite season, things change and become even more beautiful than they were before.

He was turning her once dull and grey world into a kaleidoscope of bright reds and sunny yellows, and hopefully she’s doing the same for him.

“Thank you.” Her words are no more than a whisper, too overwhelmed to utter them any louder than that.

Ethan pulls her impossibly closer, arms wrapped tightly around her small frame, kissing her forehead gingerly before his own against it. “Always, G.”

A/N: And then they go the day after her party and have the best time. Look at our girl, having all her dreams come true. You love to see it.

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Picktober Week Four Masterlist

[Prompts] [Full Masterlist]

—tober: ☁️ =fluff 🔥=kink/smut 🍁=fall 👻=spook 🎨=art 🌷=spring

Thank you to everyone who has participated in Picktober. I hope you enjoyed it! I definitely had a lot of fun seeing so much creativity in the fandom and for so many different books!

If I did not reblog your post or if I missed it on the masterlist, please message me and I will remedy it! Thank you for your patience and understanding this past week with Tumblr tags not working well.

⟢Blades of Light and Shadow:⟢

Threep Pompedorfin Art submitted by @storyofmychoices👻 🎨

⟢The Elementalists:⟢

The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch3) - A TE Halloween mini-series [Beckett x F!MC] by @sunnyshiftyy

⟢Immortal Desires:⟢

At Dawn, A New Horizon [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma ☁️ 🍁

Hunger Pangs [M!Cas x NB!MC] by @aallotarenunelma 🍁

⟢Laws of Attraction:⟢

Love Letters: Part 1 [Gabe x F!MC] by @gabe-ricci-simp

⟢Mother of the Year:⟢

Services Rendered [Levi x F!MC] by @storyofmychoices 🔥 [18+ only]

⟢Open Heart:⟢

A Modern Fairy Tale [Sienna x M!OC] by @liaromancewriter ☁️ 🌷

Bats, Leaves And The Foundation Of Friendship [Bryce x F!MC] by @chocopeppermintcake 👻 🍁🌷

A Visit Home [Ethan x F!MC] by @choicesfanaf☁️

Autumn Fluff [Bryce x F!OC] submitted by @storyofmychoices 🍁🎨

Boston Halloween Party Edit [Ethan x F!MC] by @potionsprefect

Caught [Ethan x F!MC] by @lem-20 🔥 [18+ only]

Clingy [Rafael x F!MC] by @lorirwritesfanfic🔥 [18+ only]

Grandparents Day Part 3: An Act of God [Tobias x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Halloween Memories Edits [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter👻

Just for Fun… Edit [Tobias x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

Labyrinth [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter ☁️

Mornings Off Edit [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter ☁️

Might Occupy The Universe Today [Ethan x F!MC] by @inlocusmads 💖

Night Adventures [Sienna x M!OC] by @liaromancewriter☁️

Picking a Winner Edit [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter🍁

Pumpkin Pie Edit [Sienna x M!OC] by @liaromancewriter🍁

Pumpkin Spice Edit [Bryce x F!OC] by @peonierose👻 🍁

Pink Sky Edit[Bryce x F!OC] by @peonierose 💖

Sadie’s Self Care Sunday #10 [Ethan x F!MC] by @peonyblossom ☁️

Sadie's Self Care Sunday #11 [Ethan x F!MC] by @peonyblossom ☁️

Soon (It's a relative term) + Art [Bryce x F!OC] by @storyofmychoices 🎨 ☁️

Stop While You're Ahead [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter ☁️

The Cat and His Lady [Bryce x F!OC] by @peonyblossom

Tricky Treats [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter 👻

⟢Perfect Match:⟢

The Prettiest of Them All [Damien x F!MC/you] by @reveluving 🔥 [18+ only]

⟢Red Carpet Diaries:⟢

The Bogart Diaries #35: The Painter’s Tape Challenge [Hunt x F!OC] by @theartoflovingthomashunt

⟢The Royal Romance:⟢

Draketober: Bad Omen (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Pumpkins (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁

Draketober: Tarot Cards (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Forest (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 🍁👻

Draketober: Siren (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Haunted (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Draketober: Magic (edit) by @the-soot-sprite 👻

Picktober Challenge: Falling for you [Liam x F!MC] by @phoenixrising0308 ☁️🍁 [18+ only]

⟢Wake the Dead:⟢

It's Witchcraft [Eli x F!MC] by @jerzwriter 👻🎨

A/N: Sorry for reposting, there seemed to be issues with the first post

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Labyrinth

Premise: All it takes is one moment and a single glance to fall into the promise of always.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 520

A/N: This is set the night before the opening scene of Come Back To Me. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Picktober fluff prompt: Always.

Intern year, before Amazon

The dim lights at Donahue’s hid many sins, from spilled beer to forbidden glances full of longing. Ethan Ramsey sat at his usual seat at the bar, absorbed in the single glass of scotch he allowed himself to unwind after a long day. His airlock between work and personal.

Unwittingly, his eyes drifted to a group of interns in a booth that was always just in his line of sight. And there she was. Her blonde hair shone like a beacon. Her head was thrown back in laughter, the joy infectious as her friends joined in.

He was too far away, but he knew her green eyes would be sparkling, a teasing twinkle he thought was uniquely hers.

He smiled into his drink, unable to help himself.

In the last few days, he had spent hours staring into Cassie Valentine’s eyes, memorizing their shape and color, watching them come alive with passion and love. He’d pondered the mysteries hidden in the labyrinth of her mind, what waited for him in the center. Was he brave enough to take the risk?

Everything between them was new and exciting but also terrifying. Ethan remembered a moonlit night in Miami, the sound of waves crashing in the distance, and the promise of something marvelous just out of reach. Now, he held it in his hands and wondered if he could ever let go again.

Suddenly, her eyes met his, and he saw his entire world in them. He forced himself to look away, just in case someone caught them in that single moment of vulnerability and need. There was always someone watching at Donahue’s.

Ethan finished his drink, settled with Reggie and nodded a quick goodbye. He weaved his way past the throng of surgical residents playing darts and out the back door into a semi-lit alley.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air and shoved his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker. Eyes closed, he just stood there enjoying the relative peace and quiet. When the door slammed open behind him, he turned on his heels to face the woman he subconsciously knew he’d been waiting for.

They stared at each other across the alley. And then Cassie was in his arms, her hands circling around his neck while his hands slipped around her hips, keeping her locked against him.

Her green eyes gazed into his blue ones, softening with each passing moment. There was so much to say and nothing that needed words.

Cassie tugged his head down and brushed her lips over his lightly once, twice, teasing and tantalizing him. He parted his lips, deepening the kiss, giving her everything he was and taking all she offered.

The night air washed over them, the booming sound from the bar muffled by brick and wood. Tiny particles caught in the pale glow of the city lights sprinkled above them like fairy dust.

And at that moment, little did he know, he who had never given credence to magic or fairy tales took that first step and started to believe in the promise of always.

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The Haunted Halloween Predictions (Ch2) - A TE Halloween mini-series

Book: The Elementalists, book 2, sophomore year, 30th of October. TW: Cursing Rating: PG Pairing: Beckett Harrington x f!MC Elise Russel. Other Characters: The rest of the Pend Pals! <3 Words: 1869 Summary: This is the second chapter of my Halloween mini-series: ‘The Haunted Halloween Predictions’. A/N: This whole series is my submission for the Picktober challenge @choicesmonthlychallenge for the prompt ‘Tarot Cards’ and this chapter is also my submission for Naughty & Nice @choicesficwriterscreations for the prompt ‘Want to find out what I turn into at midnight?’. All prompts will be in bold. Tags: @theclassycandy

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future fanfics or TE content!

And on that note, i hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Atlas and Griffin

“Elise!”

Elise jolts in her chair, the angry yell coming from the left of her catching her off guard. Atlas just came back from her vision, that took at least a full five minutes. Aster was getting so worried they had to stop her from trying to branch into it to check if Atlas was okay. The room stirs, and everyone seems at least a little curious.

“What? What did you see?” Elise feels Atlas’ magick flare up, and strains to hold back her own. The intenser the emotion, the harder it is. And this time is one of the more difficult times. What could have triggered this? She squeezes her hands into the frame of the chair under the table.

“You betraying little bitch!” Atlas rages. Next to her, Zeph watches the whole exchange with big, scared eyes.

“What did I do?!” Elise yells back, still confused. She’s taken aback by her unusually big reaction. Holding back asks more and more of her willpower, and she feels that starting to run out.

“Calm down, Atlas, it was just a vision,” Shrey interrupts. It’s like Atlas gets more aware of her surroundings, and she cools off slightly. Elise slowly relaxes her hands. That could’ve been a disaster. Having fucked up magick is not to be underestimated.

“Yeah, it’s just one of the paths reality can take. It’s not going to be right every time,” Zeph cautiously adds. The Moon Att sips from her cup again. Elise still senses the tense vibe in the room, as do the candles, apparently, flickering at a higher frequency.

“You better hope that wasn’t what’s going to happen tomorrow.” If it was that bad, Elise also doesn’t want that to happen. Because what if it does? What if that time, she does loose control?

“What else did you see?” Aster asks, very interested. In front of her, at least ten empty candy wrappers adorn the table. After hogging the candy bowl, clinging to it like a precious artifact, the wood nymph confessed to being a stress eater, and that of the sweet tooth sort. Griffin had to ease it out of her grip for a solid minute, with a lot of encouragement.

“I looked hideous, and there were people dancing, and then a panther chased me,” she shrugs. It remains silent for a second, except for the crunching of yet another cracker in Atlas’ mouth. Elise can’t put any of it in a coherent story. A story where she apparently did something very wrong. Beckett leans forward with his elbows on the table.

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Your eyebrows don’t make any sense either,” Atlas jabs. Everyone tries to stifle their laugh, while Beckett looks ultimately insulted. Elise knows she’s supposed to defend him, and tries her best to, but she just can’t keep it together and dissolves in laughter.

“Hey! Leave his eyebrows alone!”

“Or what? You’re going to push me again?” A quick change in energy happens and Elise frustratedly throws her hands in the air. Clearly, Atlas is still affected by what she saw. The Sun Att opens her mouth, but before she can protest, Shreya talks again.

“How do these cards even make sense?” She lifts the papers to her face to read from the tiny font. “The Five of Wands means competition, rivalry, conflict.. Oh, conflict! Well, there you have it!” Elise crosses her arms on the table and leans her chin on them, silently watching her friends’ expressions. Great. Maybe those cards weren’t the best idea. It had always been fun when she messed around with them, even before she knew of her Attunements, drawn to the symbolism and the mystique. If it’s just a source of hostility, for things that didn’t even happen, why would they continue? She plucks some crumbs off her sleeve and sits up again.

“I told you this works!” Zeph’s still so excited about it though. Oh Gods, don’t overthink this! She takes a deep breath to clear her mind.

“And the other card?” Griffin asks.

“Uhh.. Three of Cups.. friendship, community, happiness. Any of that in you vision?” Atlas thinks back at the brief moment of those feelings that came up. A few weeks ago she would’ve denied anything of that sort with all her might, but today, she’s almost grateful for this weird bunch of imbeciles. With the emphasis on almost.

“Could be, yeah,” she shrugs.

“Aww, she likes us!” Aster blurts out. The smile slowly climbs back up Elises’ face. She’s happy her sister is gradually finding her way at Penderghast. She even joined the photography club out of her own free will. Elise hasn’t seen any of her pictures yet –even after a lot of asking-, but, one step at a time.

“Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?” she teases.

“Okay, okay, we get it... Can we move on to someone else now?” With those words, Zeph perks up like an excited puppy.

“Ooh, yup, who wants to go next?” He looks around the table. Atlas slams her hand down on the hard surface, shaking it and startling Aster in the process.

“I vote Griffin.”

“Why me?”

“You dared me. Now I dare you.”

“Sure,” he complies. He grabs a handful of caramel popcorn and leans into the backrest of his chair.

“Maybe it’ll tell you what happens with the game,” Aster mumbles. Judging by her speech, she somehow got hold of another piece of candy corn.

“Maybe, yeah. We’ll see. But I’m pretty sure we’ve got this one,” he confidently smirks. Elise nods in agreement. This one should technically be an easy win, with Aldraine U as an opponent. Allegedly, the Dryxmars never lost against them before.

“Don’t say that! You’re going to jinx it!” Zeph exclaims, putting down his drink.

“Just let the cards decide!” Aster cheers, probably in a delirious state of sugar high. Zeph shakes his head with a smile and happily starts up the shuffling, and it doesn’t take long for another three cards to escape the thick deck. And one of them gives Elise the chills. In a good way.

A beat drums in his ears. Three beats. They repeat themselves, over and over again. It’s like it drills him into the ground, one boom at a time. His vision is very limited, like there’s a black veil over most of it, making everything very heavy. Some light shines through though, enough for him to determine where he is. It looks like a cave, with humid, stone walls, water dripping off the sharp edges. He struggles to stay lucid, but then there’s something in front of him. Someone. That someone extends an arm, and when they make contact, feelings of overwhelming joy front. Light creeps over the rugged rocks, like a sun that’s rising too fast, warming him up from the inside out. But the light gets more and more intense, so much so that it blinds him. Sense of time and space escape him for a second, before the figure that helped him tells him to turn around. Or at least, he knows that person tells him that. Their mouth doesn’t move, like speech normally should work. Wobbly on his feet, he makes a 180. The same beat starts up again, but the connotation isn’t heavy this time. It’s light. Feather light, like he’s floating on air. No, he is floating on air! The people tip their heads back and cheer, on beat. When he touches down, it jolts through his whole body, like he just woke up from a dream. But he knows he’s still in it. He examines his hands, and suddenly, there’s a drink in his left. It shimmers gold, and he can almost recognize his reflection. His eyes travel up again, and next to him, a girl clad in some flowy black pieces of fabric unsheathes an elegant dagger and hits the cap off of her drink. Her jet black hair reaches her waist, and swings lightly to the other side as she turns her gaze at him. Her smile tells him as much as Zeph after a weekend of being home with his very chaotic family. “You like my costume?” Except that.

“I do, I just can’t… make out what you’re supposed to be.” The girl laughs and inches closer, trying to be more audible over the music.

“I’m a ninja,” she articulates, “But you want to find out what I turn into at midnight?”

Griffin opens his eyes, and everything’s dark. Conversation reaches his eardrums.

“I like it. It has a good balance of sweet and salty. And it’s certainly not too dry.” He recognizes Becketts’ diplomatic judging voice.

“Damn, Atlas, that bread must be heaven. Gimme a piece of that.”

“I prefer hell, but same thing.”

He shoots up from the table, and everyone jolts. “Gods, Griff, don’t scare us like that..” Shreya fixes her hair. “How was your vision?” He opens his mouth and shakes his head, blinking while he tries to compose words and sentences.

“I was in a cave, and then I was at a kind of.. party, I guess? A lot of people, music,… It felt awesome though. And then there was this ninja girl…”

“Ooh, do you know her?” Elise excitedly squeals.

“I don’t think so. It was a little blurry.” Then he grins, mildly impressed. “But she chopped off the cap of a bottle with a dagger.” Shreya almost jumps out of her chair and points to one of the rectangles in front of Zeph.

“Oh oh oh! Queen of Swords!”

“Oh wow.” Griffin stares blankly at the card, dumbfounded. These stupid cards maybe aren’t as stupid as he thought. Or maybe this is just coincidence. It can’t be, right? Elise magicks the booklet in her hands and searches for the meaning of the other two.

“The Three of Pentacles: teamwork, collaboration, building.”

“Someone helped me out of that cave. Could that be it?”

“Plausible,” Beckett answers.

“And the Sun. That’s a nice one. Success, positivity, celebration. Does that mean the game will go well?” she beams.

“I think there was a celebration of sorts. Looks like this win is in the bag!” Zeph shakes his head and collects the cards, lining them up neatly and putting them down to his right. Griffin lifts his drink. “Honestly, this is fun. Who’s turn is it now?”

It stays silent. Well, except the soft melody of ‘Monster Mash’ in the background. Yes, Elise suggested that. Yes, she regrets it now. The flames flicker, and the music seems to slow down. Or is that just an illusion? Without warning, it goes completely dark for a few seconds, but before any of them can move, the candles relight themselves in a ripple.

“That was creepy,” Shreya remarks, and skeptically looks around the room.

“Uhh, guys…?” Zeph just gestures to the space in front of him. And there, a card rests. Everyone cranes their necks. Elise sees the purple lines move, forming a… figure?

“Zeph, are those cards supposed to do that?” Griffin says. Zeph shakes his head and shrugs, completely speechless. The card before them morphes more, and the figure becomes more distinguishable.

Elises’ eyes widen as she realizes exactly who it is.

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Caught

Summary: Ethan and Cecilia slip off to the supply closet for some special alone time...

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/Ethan Ramsey x f!mc (Cecilia Gibson)

Category/Rating: Fluffy smut/Explicit 🔞

Word Count: 2.6k

Prompts: @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty & Nice event: Naughty - Public Venue @choicesmonthlychallenge Picktober event: Kinktober - Against a wall

A/N: This fic is finally finished more than a year after I started writing it! Originally inspired by an anon reply to a fic wish game (thanks anon 😘), this sat 50% complete for a very long time. I've loved getting back into it and I hope you enjoy the filth 🙊 (obviously it's sandwiched between fluff because I can never resist.)

Cecilia stands outside Ethan's office watching him through the window. He has the phone pressed to his ear, his eyes closed as he rubs his forehead. Whatever the subject of the conversation is it looks stressful and she can't help but feel sad for him.

This isn't what he really wants—being chief—not that he would admit it, not even to her. But she knows him well enough by now to know that he misses the daily interaction with patients and the problem solving that came with the job as head of diagnostics.

The way his face lights up as she talks about her day and the cases she's been working on show her that he'd much rather be back in that role.

The chief job brought lots of stress and worries with it, which were beginning to show in the increasing dark circles under his eyes and the deepening of the creases on his forehead.

He tells her that he's glad to be chief and to have more control over big decisions, but she's certain he's trying to convince himself more than he is her.

She wishes she could do more to help him avoid the stress, but the stubbornness of that man makes it difficult, so instead she resorts to trying to take his mind off of it whenever she can and today she has a proposition she's sure will help him get through the rest of the day.

Ethan looks up and spots her, the traces of a smile creep over his handsome features as he beckons for her to come in.

He's putting the phone down as she enters and she walks towards him.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asks, his smile growing bigger and some of the signs of stress dissipating.

She leans down placing a gentle kiss on his lips before perching herself on the edge of his desk.

"I just wanted to see you and to cheer you up a little."

"Do I look like I need cheering up?" he asks, brows raised.

"Yes," she teases.

"Well good job you're very good at it then," he replies taking her hand in his and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"I did actually have another reason for my visit today. I have a question for you."

"You do?"

She nods. "Do you know what today is?"

His brow furrows as he thinks, then he shakes his head.

"It's an anniversary of sorts," she smiles. "If I said it involved me pressed against the window of your apartment, would that ring any bells?"

He gives a little smirk "I'm afraid you'd have to be a bit more specific."

"You make a good point," she giggles. "Okay then, how about if I said it's been three years?"

His face breaks into a smile, confident that he now knows the answer. "Three years since we first slept together."

"Bingo," she replies.

"You remember the date?" He asks, placing his hand on her knee and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Of course. I know it wasn't the perfect first time, but getting to finally have you after all those months of waiting..." she leans forward and brushes her hand slowly down his cheek, "that's something I'll never forget."

"It was a pretty incredible night." He puts his hand on the side of her face and kisses her.

"It was, it was amazing. I was thinking that tonight, maybe we could..." she places her hand on his chest and slips a couple of fingers between his buttons, "...recreate it?

He let's out a moan, slumping back in his chair.

"I'd love nothing more, but I have to stay late tonight."

"Anything I could help with?" she asks plopping herself onto his lap.

"No. It's just boring chief stuff and to be honest knowing the things we'd be doing if we weren't here would make it far too difficult for me to be around you."

"That's a real shame," she responds dragging her hand up his thigh until she reaches his groin, causing him to let out a little gasp. "Maybe tomorrow then?"

She moves her hand between his legs, cupping him through his pants and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" he asks.

She leans in, pressing her lips to his ear. "Always."

"Well it's not fair if I can't do anything about it." His fingers glide up the inside of her leg and under her skirt, skimming across the material of her underwear before he retracts them.

Her mouth falls open as she's left with an instant ache between her legs.

"See what I mean," he smiles.

Shit, she didn't think that one through and now she's certain she won't be able to wait until tomorrow to have him.

"Well if you're not busy now you could help me get some stuff from the fourth floor supply closet?"

Her raises his eyebrows at her.

"But of course if you're busy I'll just..." she puts her hand on her own thigh, fiddling with the hem of her skirt "...do it myself."

He sucks in a shuddery breath then turns away, clearing his throat trying hard to keep his composure, but she knows his attempt is futile. He's fallen for her hook line and sinker, in more ways than one, but right now she knows he's going to need to do something about the growing bulge in his pants—the one that's pressing against her leg.

He lets out a sigh. "You will never cease to be a bad influence on me."

"A bad influence? Yet it takes so little to convince you," she giggles.

But he doesnt even smile in response, he just looks at her with an intensity she can almost feel cutting into her.

"I'll meet you there in five minutes."

There's nothing she can do to prevent the huge smile that's spreading across her face as a rush of excitement courses through her. She jumps up from his lap and heads for the door.

She leaves the office, rushing through the corridors as she makes her way to their agreed meeting point, keeping her head down, hoping that no one stops her and praying she doesn't get a page.

She enters the supply closet, closing the door behind her. Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits eagerly for Ethan to join her.

She looks at her watch, she's got a meeting in the diagnostics office in 20 minutes and being late is not something she's known for, so to hurry things along she drops her underwear to her ankles before hooking them over the edge of a shelf. Not only will it save time, but she's certain Ethan will appreciate the surprise.

It's not long until Ethan joins her and his pace is as eager as hers. Without uttering a word he pulls her into his arms and their lips crash together.

There isn't time, or the need to remove all of their clothes so her hands head straight for the button of his pants. She undoes them quickly and lets them drop, forming a puddle around his ankles. She follows with his underwear, allowing his long hard length to bounce free.

Her hand wraps around him, pumping him once, twice and he lets out a moan.

He reaches for the hem of her skirt as she continues to work him and hitches it up high around her waist. His eyes remain locked on hers as his hand touches between her legs, eyebrows raising when he finds that her underwear has already been removed.

"I wanted to save some time," she states.

He gives a small smirk before his lips are back on hers. His fingers slide between her legs collecting the wet that has already gathered there and spreads it around her entrance and gently over her clit.

Now it's her time to let out a moan.

Her breaths are already getting fast and heavy as his fingers trace over her in precise circles, but then he stops abruptly and she almost lets out a whimper at the loss of the stimulation. She doesn't have time to complain though as he's quick to drop to his knees, replacing his fingers with his skilled tongue.

He can never resist having a taste of her, even in their most rushed sessions and she's certainly not complaining. She couldn't possibly when it feels so fucking good, especially when he slides in a long finger, then another.

She has to lean against the wall as she stands there, eyes closed, one leg hooked over his shoulder, her hips rocking as she fucks his face and his fingers simultaneously.

The combination of his hot tongue lapping at her and his plunging fingers are pure ecstasy. He's so good at it that it only takes a couple of minutes before she's pulsing against his mouth, her moans perhaps a little louder than they should be considering their location.

He continues to lick and suck as he sees her through to the end of her orgasm, her fingers gripping onto his hair as she presses herself hard against his mouth one last time.

Her body is still trembling as Ethan stands and hoists her into his arms. She wraps her legs tightly around him as he presses her back against the wall and she helps to guide him in.

Every throbbing inch of him slides in with ease thanks to how wet she now is and they both moan in unison as they relish in the intimate connection. After a moment of savouring the feeling their movements begin.

It's a position mainly reserved for their quickies but it's one of her favourites, allowing him to reach deep inside her as she bounces up and down furiously on his long thick cock.

"Harder," she pants and he places a hand on the wall allowing him more leverage to increase the force of his thrusts.

Her nails dig into his back as her grip tightens. "Oh my God Ethan."

She can feel the pleasure building as she gets close to her second orgasm, especially when Ethan moves a hand between her legs and starts to rub at her swollen clit.

But then they hear a creak and both instinctively turn their heads towards the source.

In the doorway stands someone familiar to her, one of the interns—Dr. Stevens—his mouth open wide in shock.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry," he mumbles as he hastily reverses back out of the room, closing the door as he goes.

Cecilia turns back to Ethan, immediately breaking into a fit of awkward laughter, "Oh my God, I can't believe that just happened."

"Damn interns," Ethan groans.

"I think you'll find we're the ones misusing the room Ethan," Cecilia states with an amused smile. "It sure is a mood killer though." She shifts to detach from him, but his grip on her thighs remains.

"I wouldn't say it had killed it," and he gives a gentle thrust to show her that he is still very much up for continuing.

She raises her eyebrows at him with a giggle, "and again I question you calling me the bad influence?"

He smiles back at her. "We can stop if you'd prefer?" he says, then follows by placing a trail of warm kisses from her collar bone up to behind her ear.

The shivers they send down her spine are enough to push the embarrassment right to the back of her mind.

"No, I want to finish. I was so close," she whispers, her head dizzy with her need for him.

"So was I," he replies as he resumes his gentle thrusting. "I want to come in you Cecilia."

His words are so hot and she's certain he knows the effect they'd have on her. Her mind is completely clouded by her intense desire to continue and nothing will stop her, not even worries of Dr. Stevens broadcasting his discovery or someone else walking in on them. Nothing else exists or matters in this moment.

She starts to roll her hips and clenches tightly around him, wanting to feel every inch of his rock hard cock rubbing her on the inside—in all the right places. He feels amazing.

Their eagerness to finish soon has them increasing their speed and Ethan thrusts into her over and over again as she feels that build up returning.

"Ethan..."

"I've got you Cecilia," he pants and she comes hard, moaning into his ear.

The sounds of her pleasure allows him to get his wish only moments later and he lets out a heavy breath as he fills her.

She tastes herself on him as their lips come together in a desperate kiss, during which he lowers her legs to the floor allowing him to place his hands on either side of her face.

"I think it's safe to say that you succeeded in cheering me up," he states after their lips part. "Thank you."

She smiles broadly at him. "I should be thanking you for the two amazing orgasms you just gave me."

"Glad I could be of service," he smirks.

They both redress their bottom halves, then Cecilia looks towards the door. "I suppose we'd better go back out there now. Do you think it's safe to leave at the same time?"

Ethan nods. "If anyone says anything I'll tell them I was helping you to get something you really needed."

"Well it's not a lie," she chuckles, "but I'm not holding anything."

He shrugs. "I couldn't find it."

"Oh, but you did. You always do."

He bites back a smile and gives her quick kiss before opening the door.

They step out into the corridor and find Dr. Stevens leaning against the wall. He turns a deep shade of red as he spots them.

Ethan glares at him. "You waited?"

"I'm sorry chief, I really need to get those supplies."

Cecilia struggles to hold back a laugh as she practically feels the annoyance radiating off of Ethan.

"I did stop someone else walking in though."

"What did you say?" Ethan snaps.

"Dont worry I didn't tell them. I said someone was crying in there."

Ethan's eyes scan the corridor, making sure that no one is within earshot. "Mention this to no one."

"Of course chief, I wouldn't dare."

"Well go on then," Ethan barks gesturing towards the supply closet door.

Dr. Stevens instantly rushes in, shutting the door behind him.

"Do you get some sort of sick thrill out of intimidating people?" Cecilia teases.

"I wouldn't call it a thrill, but it definitely comes in handy in situations such as this. The last thing I want is for us to become the subject of the interns salacious gossip."

"You're pretty naive if you think he won't say anything. I bet half the hospital will have heard by the end of the day."

"Well maybe I should go in there and have another word with him." He steps towards the door.

Cecilia grabs his arm. "Just leave it Ethan. People gossip about us all the time."

"No they don't. I never hear anyone talking about us," he responds.

"That's because they make sure it doesn't get back to you."

"It sounds like they need to get some new hobbies then," he retorts.

"Well we hardly help the situation do we?" she grins. "All the things we get up to."

"Maybe we should stop doing it then," he suggests, but the softening of his expression tells her he doesn't mean it.

"You couldn't even if you wanted to," she smiles.

"True. I can never resist you." He takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" he asks.

"Of course," she replies. "This was just the warm up act."

*****

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