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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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jerzwriter · 1 year

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Will there be a for girls event like we had let's hear it for the boys at CFWC?

Hey Nonny.

Yes, but it will take place in the new year.

Thanks for asking!

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc special events

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cariantha · 4 months

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Never Been Kissed

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Category: Fluff Word count: 1.8K Summary: Ethan helps Sawyer with one of her New Year’s resolutions. A/N: I woke up with this idea yesterday and hammered it out last night so I could post it in time for NYE. Please forgive any errors. Happy New Year!🎉🪩🍾

Events/Prompts: • Participating in CFWC Holidays 2023 • Participating in Choices Flashfics Week #66 Prompts 🫤3: “How much worse could it get?” • Participating in Choices Holidays Winter 2023

Sawyer had never kissed anyone on New Year's Eve.

Every year, for as long as she could remember, she rang in the new year with her family. The tradition was due in part to the fact that it was also her father's birthday. Twelve years away at school, but she always returned home for the holidays, never missing the annual event. Even last year, her first in Boston, she was able to make it home. A trip made possible by the plane ticket Ethan had given her for Christmas, a generous thank-you gift for helping him with Naveen.

In recent years their family party grew to include significant others and their babies. Everyone had a special someone to kiss at midnight. Everyone but Sawyer.

When she broke the news to her parents that she was staying in Boston for New Years, there was disappointment on both ends of the line. A couple weeks had passed since she returned to work, and the medical leave she took to recuperate from the attack had already eaten up more time than she could afford. She couldn’t spare any more time away. Her parents were understanding, and Sawyer found a silver lining in that she finally had a special someone to kiss at midnight this year.

At least that was the case until she looked at her schedule a week later. Zaid accommodated her request for extra shifts, allowing her to make up clinic hours. But given that she worked a double on Christmas, she didn’t expect another on New Year’s Eve. She should have known better. It was one of the busiest nights of the year in the emergency department.

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After a quick coffee break at Derry’s, Ethan helped Sawyer put her coat back on. He took the cream colored beanie that she pulled from her pocket and fitted it over her head. “Nice bunny tail,” he said, gently swatting the giant cotton ball sewn to the top of her knit hat.

“Watch it, Mister, or you won’t be getting any of this tail for a while,” she turned and shook her rear end at him.

Just before they headed back inside the hospital, Sawyer squeezed his hand. “Sure you don’t want to volunteer and stay for another shift?” she asked, looking up at him with a puppy dog pout.

The first time Sawyer returned to work after the attack, with her landlord in tow, it had been a complete disaster. Though things had gone better this time around, Ethan kept an eye out for any signs of distress. She had her ups and downs, and he couldn't help but worry about her. "Is everything all right?"

“Yeah, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry. I promise,” she tried to assure him, sensing his concern. “I’m just going to miss you tonight, that’s all.”

Ethan could still feel something was off, but dropped it.

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It took him twice as long to get home with New Year’s revelers heading to their festivities around town. After a light dinner, a satisfying workout, and a long, hot shower, Ethan settled on his couch. The apartment suddenly felt too quiet, too empty. He missed his girlfriend. Since Sawyer began picking up double-shifts, they had not had a lot of time alone. Sure he got to see her at work. But it wasn’t the same as curling up together on the couch and talking about their day, or kissing whenever they felt like it, or waking up in each other’s arms.

Hoping it would provide some distraction, he turned on the television and watched the local news. When the weather segment began, Ethan grew bored. He reached for a book on the coffee table, finding Sawyer’s notebook underneath. He recognized it from their DT meetings, where she took meticulous notes and sometimes doodled during their brainstorming sessions. She must have forgotten it the last time she stayed over.

The way her mind worked fascinated him. She could be discussing the differences between apples and oranges when… Click! An idea would pop into her head to check their patient for uneven skin texture, giving her the lead needed to reach a successful diagnosis.

Curious to know her thoughts about their current, undiagnosed patient, Ethan picked up the notebook and flipped through the pages. They were filled with detailed notes from each of their team meetings. Random side notes littered the margins. Tacos or burritos? He chuckled, wondering if the question was part of a diagnostic brainstorm, or if she was just hungry at the time. Turning the page to a more recent entry, he found Sawyer’s notes from a meeting he conducted last week. Ethan had attempted to inspire the team by conducting a goal-setting exercise. He asked everyone to jot down a few professional and personal goals for the new year.

Several emotions washed over Ethan as he read her goals. She was cute as hell, but his heart broke a little knowing how much weight she still carried on her shoulders.

On the TV, the New Year’s Eve countdown now aired. A correspondent stood in front of a large crowd of people gathered in Times Square. “…And according to folklore, a kiss at midnight brings luck and strength to that relationship for the rest of the year. So, who will you be kissing when the clock strikes twelve?” Ethan looked down at her list again. Is that why she wanted me to stay tonight? Was that the reason she seemed so… disappointed?

A timer in the corner of the TV screen counted down the time to the famous ball drop. Forty minutes until midnight.

Ethan never paid any mind to superstitions. Thinking back to the events of the past two years, he thought to himself, “How much worse could it get?” He shuddered at the thought, bolting to his closet where he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, then slipped into his running shoes. He was not going to take any chances, and most importantly, he was intent on giving Sawyer whatever she desired. If she wanted a kiss at midnight, he would make it happen. Keys and jacket in hand, the door to his apartment slammed shut behind him.

Ethan stepped into the atrium and checked the clock behind the reception desk. Fifteen minutes until midnight.

He pushed through the doors of the emergency department a couple minutes later. It was eerily quiet. The calm before the storm. In about an hour, the waiting room would be packed with reckless and unfortunate party-goers. He didn’t see Sawyer anywhere, but wanting to confirm, Ethan inquired at the triage desk.

“Happy New Year, Dr. Ramsey,” the triage coordinator greeted.

“Happy New Year, Anabel. Have you seen Dr. Brooks?”

“About an hour ago? She mentioned trying to catch a quick nap before the midnight rush.”

“Thank you.”

Ethan made his way to the on-call room nearest the emergency room. When he opened the door, the beds were full of sleeping doctors, but Sawyer was not among them. After a quick peek in the cafeteria, he headed up to the Internal Medicine floor. The hallways were dim and quiet at this time of night. He checked all the obvious places. Staff lounge, empty. Resident locker room, empty. The on-call room was also empty, save for a pager that someone had left behind. Duh!

“Could you page Dr. Brooks, please?” he asked the nurse sitting behind the circular desk. Not a moment later, the pager in his hand started to vibrate.

Of course. He wondered if this was the universe mocking him for his skepticism.

Jan, the night supervisor, quietly exited the patient’s room behind him. “Hey kiddo, I thought you went home a few hours ago?” She noticed the pager in his hand. “Did someone page you?”

“Uh, no. Jan, I’m looking for Sawy- for Dr. Brooks? Have you seen her?” he asked.

“No, hon, but I’ve seen several folks making their way up to the helipad for the fireworks. Maybe she’s up there?”

Yes! She loves fireworks. Ethan looked at his wrist. Five minutes until midnight.

After thanking the nurses, he walked with purpose to the elevator bank and punched the up button. Come on, come on! Four minutes to midnight.

When he reached the seventh floor he jogged to the helipad entrance. The automatic glass doors slid open and a frigid gush of wind hit his face. With only the light of the helipad beacons, Ethan frantically scanned the gathered crowd. She’s not here. Dammit!

He checked the time again. Two minutes until midnight.

As he turned to head back inside, he noticed a large chunk of snow falling from above. It fell from a secluded section of the rooftop that few knew how to access. Naveen referred to it as “the bird’s nest.” He shared its location with Ethan, and in turn, Ethan shared it with Sawyer. It was a place they could go when they needed a minute of peace. To his surprise, he saw what appeared to be a snowball floating in midair. Wait… not a snowball. A bunny tail!

When he reached the stairwell, he glanced at his watch again. One minute until midnight.

Climbing the stairs three at a time, he quickly ascended two flights of stairs, bursting onto the ninth floor. Thankfully these hallways were lined mostly with administrative offices and were completely abandoned given the late hour. Sprinting to the end of the long hallway, Ethan pulled on a door marked “Authorized Personnel Only.” He launched himself through the dark doorway and blindly climbed another flight of stairs.

Just as his hand reached the door at the top of the staircase, he heard an explosion on the other side. Midnight.

Sawyer jumped when she heard the steel door crash against the stone exterior of the building. Turning around, she saw Ethan. Steam puffed from his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

With the sky sparkling behind her, he grabbed the sides of her face, and crashed his lips onto hers. Once the urgency had subsided, he changed the angle and kissed her again. Deep and tender. When he pulled away to give his lungs a chance to expand, Sawyer could see the fireworks reflected in his eyes.

Tucked in his embrace, she smiled up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Helping you keep your New Year’s resolutions.”

She looked at him confused. “Wait... how did you know about that?” She hadn’t remembered mentioning it to him, or anyone for that matter.

“You left your notebook at my apartment.” He reached into his pocket and handed her the pager. “You also left this in the on-call room.”

“Shit. Please don’t tell my boss.”

“You’ll have to silence me with another kiss,” he smirked.

“Well, if that's what it takes...” she laughed, standing on her tiptoes. She brushed her lips against his and whispered, “Happy New Year, Ethan.”

Before claiming her lips again, he whispered back, “Happy New Year, Rookie.”

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choicesmonthlychallenge · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Choices! 🎈

Apparently today, August 17th is Choices' sixth birthday! I know there are several events going on right now, but I needed a distraction and thought this could be a fun, quick event that can overlap with any other events happening.

Basically it's six days to celebrate the best of Choices (or at least your favorites) in honor of the six years the game has been around. You can celebrate however you want. It can be through creating (ie: writing, art, edits, music, etc) or simply just talking about or sharing screenshots of your faves. Just spend six days reminiscing about the parts of Choices that have brought you joy. It's all about you and celebrating your favorite things.

No special rules, just the usual event rules. If you aren't sure what those are just reach out.

Just tag @choicesmonthlychallenge and I'll reblog your content here! You can also tag my personal blog if you'd like @lovealexhunt

Other events to check out: [@choicesaugustchallenge] [@choicesprompts] [CFWC ONJ]

Need ideas for the last day?

Favorite book in 2022

Favorite OG book

Favorite genre

Favorite trope

Favorite outfit

Favorite setting

Favorite plot point

Favorite moment

Favorite quote

Favorite memory

Favorite fandom moment

Favorite CG scene

Favorite music from soundtrack

Favorite villain

Favorite hero

Favorite guilty pleasure

Favorite underrated book/li/mc/character

Favorite book in a series

Favorite book ending

Favorite kiss

Favorite plot twist

literally anything you want! You can even repeat one of the earlier faves from the week if it makes you happy!

#playchoices #choices #choices game #pixelberry #crimes of passion #laws of attraction #immortal desires #murder at homecoming #open heart #the royal romance #the cursed heart #the princess swap #wake the dead #blades of light and shadow #the phantom agent #the unexpected heiress #the nanny affair

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 1 year

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Bittersweet

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!mc Casey Valentine.

Featuring: Naveen Banerji, Teresa Martinez

Category: Angsty fluff

Rating: PG bordering Mature

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, alcohol consumption

Word count: 978

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

Disclaimer: characters belong to Pixelberry.

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

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14th February 2019.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you for the cupcakes my dear.”

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

“I best go and get ready for rounds.”

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

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

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

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

Ethan groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Winged Wish

A Choices Twelve Days of Fictmas One-Shot

This is my submission for the 2021 Choices Twelve Days of Fictmas writing event. This year, the theme was 'All Of My Favourite Things' and the prompt that I'd received was 'Angel Tree'. This is also my submission for the CFWC Holiday Celebration.

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: On a special December night in the lead-up to Christmas, Harper has a tough choice to make...

Word count: 2,000

Warnings: PG-13 (very minor swearing, one slightly steamy kiss, lots fluff)

Theme song:

A/N: So... A couple of things... (1) I appreciate that strictly speaking, an 'angel tree' is a charity-based gift-giving initiative that is run by the Salvation Army to collect items for in-need families in the lead-up to Christmas. However, when I saw the prompt, the first thing I thought of was literally an angel tree (as in a Christmas tree decorated with angels). And when I thought of angels and Christmas, I thought of wishes, which is how the idea of this fic was born. (2) While I make references to some European Christmas traditions and beliefs (which are factual), the concept of an 'angel wish' is something that I came up with for this fic and has no tie-in (at least none that I could find!) with Saint Lucia's Day, so any similarities to actual beliefs/traditions is purely coincidental. (3) Chronologically, this Christmas takes place in the same year as the social season and the engagement tour, but contains no real spoilers for the as yet untitled and unwritten Book 3 of the Harper and Drake trilogy.

"Something on your mind, girl?"

I feel Drake's arms wrap around me from behind, and I lean back against him with a sigh.

"Just trying to decide what to write."

"For the past thirty minutes?"

"It's not been that long!" I peek up at him uncertainly. "Has it?"

"Sure has," he assures me. "Was on the verge of calling in search and rescue."

"I do have a phone..."

"Which you weren't answering."

I feel a blush rise up my cheeks. "Sorry... Got a bit lost in thought."

Drake rests his chin on my shoulder and glances down at the words that I've written down, then scribbled over. "It's not a fancy speech or press release, y'know... It doesn't need to be perfect."

"I know..." I huff. "But I want it to be meaningful."

"Then write from the heart."

I twist around to look at him with a quizzically raised brow. "Since when does Drake Walker give sentimental advice?"

"Since it's the most WON-derful time of the year...?" he carols with a grin, deepening his voice in imitation of the Andy Williams Christmas classic. "And I get to spend it with you."

His lips meet mine in a tender kiss as he pulls me into him. Laying a hand on his cheek, I breathe in his spicy scent, taste the whiskey on his tongue as I melt into the moment.

Our first Christmas together... the first of many.

"What did you write?" I ask him when we eventually pull apart.

He fixes me with an impassive look. "That's between me and Santa Lucia."

Now I was intrigued! "What did you write that's such a big secret?"

"Hey," he protests. "Did you run around sharing the contents of your letter to Santa?"

"No, but—"

"It's the same thing," he insists. "It only works if it stays private."

"Sentimental and superstitious," I declare with wide eyes. "The festive cheer really has addled your brain, Walker."

"My brain's perfectly fine, thank you," he replies dryly. "But, there are some things that you just don't mess with. Time-honoured holiday traditions being one of them."

I roll my eyes. But... I had to admit that he had a point.

Though, that still didn't help me decide what I was going to write...

I glance back down at the piece of paper in my hands, hoping that inspiration would finally hit me, and I could write a heartfelt 'winged wish'.

For on Santa Lucia – or Saint Lucia's feast day – every Cordonian took a moment out of their day to record a secret wish. For kids, it tended to be the special toys they hoped to receive for Christmas (delivered by Baby Jesus, rather than Santa Claus in this part of the world... the logistics of which I have not quite received a satisfactory explanation for, apart from maybe that Baby Jesus had unquestionable magical powers of teleportation). For adults, meanwhile, the wish was usually a bit more amorphous – good health, finding love and happiness, more money... basically the stuff that keeps people up at night, hoping for a miracle. But, in both cases, the process was the same. People would write their wish onto a piece of paper, fold it up to resemble angel wings and tie it to a branch of the Christmas tree, so Saint Lucia's spirit could fly them up to the heavens to Baby Jesus.

When Maxwell had innocently asked me whether I'd be writing a winged wish, I had stared at him in confusion. But, after he'd given me the low-down of what it entailed (and I'd received unbiased confirmation from Drake that this was actually a thing, given that I hadn't been sure whether I should take Maxwell on his word on something that sounded so alien to me, hailing, as I did, from the land of the Coca-Cola Christmas commercial), I had decided that yes – I did want to take part in this rather sweet and poignant Cordonian tradition.

And since I wanted my first time writing a special wish to be special, I had spent the whole day trying to decide what I wanted to ask for, motivated by the highly probable chance that I'd eventually need to repeat this story to my kids and possibly even grandkids. But, as the morning had ticked over into afternoon, and we had started getting ready for the Night of Light ball at the Palace – Saint Lucia being the patron saint of festive, holy light – I was still trying to home in on my one-true desire.

So, here I am, at the tail end of the night, standing in front of the gigantic Norway Spruce that had been set up in one of the corners of the ballroom, already chock-full of little paper angel wings ready to bear their author's hopes and dreams skywards, no closer to narrowing down my wish than I had been at the start of the day.

Should I wish for something material? That felt cheap – asking a higher power for something that I could just buy for myself. Should I think bigger? Like world peace? The end of hunger? Poverty? Or was that just wishful thinking on my part? What about love and happiness for everyone? Eugh… That just sounded so cheesy…

A low sigh of frustration escapes me.

Why was this so goddamn difficult?! It was just a stupid little wish... That probably wouldn't even come true anyway.

"Harper..."

Drake's voice floats across my consciousness.

Looking up, I see that he's moved around to stand in front of me, his warm mocha eyes gazing down softly into mine.

Taking my hand in his, he says, "You're really overthinking this, girl. Just pick something you want. It's not rocket science."

"But, that's the problem!" I exclaim. "I don't know what I want!"

"You were eyeing up those boots pretty hard last week..."

"I was window-shopping! A girl's allowed a self-indulgent, Confessions of a Shopaholic moment every now and then!"

"I have no idea what that is, and I definitely do not want to know, but if you're struggling that much, just wish for those." He leans in conspiratorially. "You never know... Your wish may come true."

My mouth drops open. "You did not!"

"Did not what?"

"Buy them for me!" I cry. "They were almost $1,000!"

Even though I'd been here in Cordonia for over six months now, I was still converting everything back to US dollars as that was my instinctive baseline. And as awesome as those Louboutin black suede, kitten-heel ankle boots with statement bows on the back had looked in the store window, no shoe was worth that much money!

"I never said I did," he replies evenly. "And anyway... it's Baby Jesus who—"

I thump him on the chest. "I'm not five, Drake! I know how Christmas presents work! And you can't spend that much money on me!"

"Why not?" he asks, snaking his arm around my waist to draw me into him.

"Because it's too much!"

"I think that's for me to decide..." he murmurs, reaching up to brush my hair behind my ear.

"And I haven't gotten you anything nearly as expensive!"

"So? It's the thought that counts, not the price tag."

A sound of exasperation escapes me. "You're impossible..."

"Why is this still a constant source of surprise for you?" he drawls with a smirk, tilting my face up to his.

"I don't know..." I grumble ruefully. "I keep thinking that I've got you all figured out, but then you turn around and do something that takes my breath away."

"You complainin’?"

"No, but—"

"Then stop complaining."

Dipping his head, he gently brushes his lips against mine. My mouth parts with a soft sigh in anticipation of him deepening the kiss. But when a moment, then two passes, I blink my eyes open questioningly.

Drake is staring down at me with that impenetrable look of his, and I feel my heart skip a beat at the intensity of his gaze.

“What?” I ask softly.

“Nothing…” he murmurs, reaching up to cup my face in his palm.

“It’s obviously something…” I counter. “Or you wouldn’t be looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re expecting to wake up.”

“Because I am.” He closes his eyes as he heaves a breath. “Honestly, Harper… I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that we’re here right now… Not only together, but engaged... of all things!” He shakes his head. “I… I know this is gonna sound cliché and stupid, but I wish we could freeze this moment… make it last forever. Because it’s goddamn perfect.”

Before I have a chance to reply, his mouth comes crashing down on mine. A low moan escapes me as his fingers tangle into my hair, pulling me to him, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of having even the tiniest sliver of space between us. My arms wrap around his neck, my body arching against his as his tongue—

My eyes fly open. "That's it!"

“…the hell?”

Extricating myself from his embrace, I rush to the table that held the writing implements. Dropping the dog-eared piece of paper I was holding, I pick up a fresh sheet and quickly jot down my wish. Giving it a quick read, I fold it up, tying a piece of string around the middle before popping it triumphantly into a branch.

Turning around, I see Drake eyeing me with a raised brow. “Care to explain?”

“You just gave me a brainwave,” I inform him, looping my arm through his.

His brow arcs higher. “You’re… welcome?”

“Oh, don’t look so put out,” I say, patting him on the cheek.

He scoffs as he leads us back to the main part of the ballroom. “How else am I supposed to look when you turn tail in the middle of us making out to go scribble on a piece of paper? Happy?”

“Yeah…actually,” I admit. “Because thanks to you, I now have the perfect wish.”

He throws me a sidelong look. “I told you… It doesn’t—”

“—need to be perfect,” I finish. “I know. But what you said… It made me realise that I’d been thinking about the whole thing wrong.”

“How so?” he asks as we arrive at the dancefloor.

“I was so focused on trying to choose something to receive in the future, that I forgot that I could actually choose something from the present.”

Drake glances down at me as he pulls me into a close hold. “You… wished for something you already have?”

“Yes,” I reply with a smile. “I wished for—”

“Don’t tell me!”

I shake my head with a laugh as he twirls us around. “Drake… You’re my fiancé, soon to be my husband. Surely I can tell you…”

His face remains impassive. “No.”

“Why not?” I press as he drops me into a dip.

“Because. It won’t happen if you do.” He bends down to whisper into my ear. “And I want all your wishes to come true.”

I tilt my face up to his. “They already have.”

It was true.

I already had everything I could ever want. I had found and fallen in love with the man of my dreams, who loved me in turn and had literally crossed mountains and oceans for me. He had proposed and I'd said 'yes', and our wedding was a few short months away. I had family and friends on two continents I could count on come what may. I was doing well physically, emotionally, and spiritually… and everything felt pretty damn perfect.

So, that is what I had wished for – to be able to find a moment of perfection in each day that I could hold onto and cherish… whether it be a smile… a kiss… something that made me stop and stare… or something that reminded me of how immeasurably lucky I really was.

Because when all was said and done, the only things that really mattered were those special moments in between…

…and I couldn’t wait to have a whole lifetime of them with Drake.

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Tree - Angel - Dance - Drinks - Drake - Harper

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Choices Fandom Shoutout Day

First, I'm grateful for @lovealexhunt 's continuous efforts to spread kindness and positivity in the Choices fandom and for creating @choicesfandomappreciation and this event, as well as encouraging us all to share what we love about one another (it has been refreshing to see all the nice messages on the dashboard today), and also @lilyoffandoms for always been so kind and generous. Thank you both!

A shoutout to @dianalend - Diana, you're so supportive and one of my favorite readers. You were always so kind to me and your comments and reviews of my fics put a smile on my face.

Now a shoutout to some of my favourite writers who are still active in the fandom, whose stories made me laugh, cry, gave me something to think about and definitely made my days more enjoyable, and some of the nicest people I've had the pleasure to meet at the Choices fandom:

@lorirwritesfanfic - Lori, you're so talented, dedicated to the craft of creating interesting characters and moving stories, and your fics have inspired me so much as I've said time and again (and will be saying a lot more. Second Chances probably would never exist if it was not for your Desire and Decorum ModernAU Meant to be); but you're also supportive, generous and encouraging to other writers, you contributed so much to the fandom with your stories and CFCW and the support to other writers, specially the ones from smaller blogs, and for that I'm grateful. And lastly, I'm more grateful even to call you my friend, and for the chance to have met you, minha conterrânea, in this little corner of the internet.

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There are so much more people I could mention here that were so welcoming when I first joined the fandom, and I'm grateful to have met them, even though some have already left the fandom or are inactive atm, their kindness, friendship and patience remained with me. 💙

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Hi beautiful! Nos. 1, 3, 12, 14, & 15 from the Fanfic End of the Year ask list! 😘🐑

Lovely, Bex. You're first off the gate, so here goes...

From this Asks list.

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

This is like asking me to pick my favorite niece. I picked my top three for CFWC’s year-end event, but I was torn about including The Intern. It was my favorite to write because it allowed me to dive into Ethan Ramsey’s past and make him my own rather than relying on canon alone.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

This was completely last minute and unplanned, but I found myself writing Max & Sienna’s wedding bonus scene as a Thank You to everyone for supporting the series. Their wedding vows are so incredibly beautiful that they make me swoon every time I read them.

12. favorite character to write about this year

Definitely Max Valentine. He’s mine in every way that matters. His and Cassie’s relationship is at the heart of all my stories for a reason. But more importantly, I wrote someone that I could fall in love with IRL, so he’s special to me.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Any Maxenna fic. 😆 They’ve become my favorite couple to write about because they’re very much OCs (Max already was, but Sienna is too now). But I resisted for a long time because I couldn’t see them together. The first time @headoverheelsforramsey raised the possibility, I was like “No. Max sees Sienna as his sister’s friend and they’re too different.” But I was proven wrong and they just work. My sweet, fluff couple.

15. something you learned this year

I’ve heard established writers say that writing requires discipline and the 9-5 mentality one brings to a day job. I thought that was ridiculous because you can’t force creativity. But I learnt this year how true their advice is. Inspiration is very important, but you have to dedicate time to write and do it even if you don’t feel like it. Just like any skill, it requires constant work to hone it. Write anything every day even if it’s bad because you can fix it in edit.

#ask and answered

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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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jerzwriter · 1 year

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I am predominantly a creator for the Open Heart fandom, so it makes sense that most of the people I have come to know are from the same. But, through CFWC, I have been fortunate enough to come to know creators for other stories in the Choices world. With time being sparse, our interactions may have been limited to CFWC events, or perhaps we've had conversations about the fandom, or maybe we consoled each other over something happening in one of our countries, or perhaps we became fandom friends, even if we're not in the same fandom (storywise).

In any case, each of you is a valuable member of the fandom, and I'm so happy you're still here creating. It is always my intention to reach out and read more in other universes; alas, time has been so limited, but I still intend to try.

One last thing, OH and TRR tend to be the "big" fandoms in the community - and as an OH creator - of course, I appreciate the heck out of both these groups. But I want to give a special shout-out to creators from other, smaller fandoms where there are not as many readers, where it's known notes will be lower, and they don't care - they write anyway. Seriously, a big shoutout to each of you.

My usual disclaimer! If I forget anyone, please forgive my overloaded mind, but please know every single one of you is appreciated.

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lorirwritesfanfic · 3 years

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Loving Her For Who She Is

Author's note: Second to last soubmission to CFWC Female Characters. Writing Ann and Vee together because I love my girls. [Leading characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios and original characters are creations of the author]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern-day AU) Pairing: Annabelle Parsons x F!OC (Veronica) Rating: T Word count: 1628 Reading time: ~6min Summary: Dinner table is set and the guests are coming. But are Annabelle and Veronica ready for it? Based on the prompt: CFWC Female Characters Week: Day 7 - Women in love

White and pink roses centerpieces, soft lights, the special family china, and silverware were set at the dining table of Dantas women's newest house in Edgewater County. Veronica shook her head but didn't hide a smile. This was supposed to be just an informal dinner. But after Veronica's grandmother heard she wanted to introduce her girlfriend to the family, somehow it became a huge event. Still, she had no complaints. She knew Annabelle's family wouldn't extend the courtesy to her. Yet, she was happy to see the most important people in her life approved of their relationship.

Leaving the dining room, she walked towards the kitchen to take a look at the meals and beamed as she spotted the guest cook finishing the dessert. "Hey, Alli! Watcha doing?"

"You know what I am doing." Alisha grinned.

"Girl, don't tell me you did..." Veronica moved closer to look.

"Yes, I did. Milk pudding with strawberries coulis for dinner and some sweet corn cream in case you need some comfort food later."

"Alli, I love you." Veronica sighed, admiring the desserts. "Don't try to win my heart with food, Alli cat. I have a girlfriend," she teased.

"I know that." Alisha nudged Veronica playfully. "But a little bird told me tonight is a big deal for both of you."

"Was that little bird my grandmother?"

"My lips are sealed." The cook replied with a smirk.

The two of them giggled.

However, Veronica wasn't good at hiding her feelings for too long. "It kinda is…" Veronica said as her fingertips toyed with the kitchen utensils displayed on the island. "Ann hasn't told her parents about us yet."

"What?!" Alisha's head snapped up. "But Annabelle is so fierce! Isn't she a human rights activist at Cornell?"

"Yes… But one thing coming out to the world and fighting not just for your rights. Coming out to her very conservative family, especially her homophobic father, is something else entirely."

"When you put it that way, it makes sense…" Alisha commented. As the other woman's face grew sullen, she reached for Veronica's hand and squeezed it gently. "Maybe this dinner with people who truly support the two of you is just what she needs. Whatever happens, she knows there's always going to be somebody who will have her back."

Veronica nodded in agreement. She was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. "It's her," she breathed.

“Go. Don’t let your girlfriend wait.” Alisha winked.

With a more confident smile, Veronica left the kitchen and headed to the foyer. But before she arrived, she spotted her mother greeting Annabelle at the door.

"Mrs. Dantas, it's a pleasure to see you again," Annabelle replied as she walked in and gave her girlfriend's mother her coat.

"Thank you, Annabelle. It's lovely to see you too," Veronica's mother, Mariana, grinned at the young woman and placed it inside the entryway closet. "Come. Vera has been anxiously waiting for you. She couldn't make up her mind about which shoes she'd wear and bought four different dresses."

"Mãe!"¹ Veronica whined as she appeared in the doorway.

"It's true!" Mariana gave her daughter a knowing look.

Annabelle pressed her lips together, trying to suppress a smile.

"That's an exaggeration. I only bought three!" Veronica threw her mother a side glance as she passed by to greet her girlfriend. "Welcome, Ann."

"Thank you," Annabelle answered, taking her time to gaze at her girlfriend's outfit. "And I'm sure you look beautiful in all your three or four new dresses. You always do."

And for the very first time, Annabelle witnessed her girlfriend's cheek flush crimson.

Mariana glanced at the two young women and smiled. "Shall we go to the lounge while we wait for our other guests?"

"Other guests?" Veronica turned to her mother. "Who else did you invite?"

With a secretive grin, the older woman guided the couple to the lounge. After a few drinks were served, the doorbell rang. Just then five friendly faces appeared by the threshold.

"Good evening!" Daphne walked in, followed by Briar, Alisha, and Annabelle's twin sisters, Cordelia and Constance.

Whilst Veronica greeted her friends in surprise, Annabelle froze. She didn't expect to see her sisters at a dinner hosted by her girlfriend's family.

"Ann, I hope it's okay that we came," Constance said, approaching her sister.

"You always say so many nice things about Veronica. When we received the invitation for this dinner, we couldn't resist," Cordelia explained.

"It's more than okay," Annabelle answered, pulling her sisters into a hug. "Thank you for being here," she whispered.

The twins relaxed and hugged their sister tight as the other women in the room exchanged smiles.

During dinner, the three-course meal prepared by Alisha was just one of the pleasantries. Between exciting and complex subjects, all women at the table engaged in the conversation.

"Mrs. Dantas, you were at Ford sewing machinists strike?!?" Annabelle asked in awe.

"I had to! It wasn't right to see my friends and neighbors earn 15% less when they still had children and homes to look after." Veronica's grandmother, Irene, said as she lifted her cup of chamomile tea to her lips and took a sip. "My parents were scared for me because they knew I wouldn't shut up or bow my head for anyone. So they sent me here. Little they knew I’d find trouble here too.”

Laughs erupted in the dining room.

“But not for long. Protests are a dangerous place for pregnant women. But after Mariana was born, sometimes I found a way to help and be part of the change here."

"Your generation did wonders, Mrs. Dantas. In the sixties, UK had the Equal Pay Act, Abortion Act, Divorce Reform Act, decriminalization of homosexuality between men over 21... Those changes were big steps compared to what was happening in many other countries," Alisha commented.

"Plus you got to see the Beatles, The Liverbirds and David Bowie live!" Veronica added.

"Ah, yes! Good times..."

"Mrs. Dantas, you're such a badass!" Daphne enthused.

"I know, sweetheart. But thank you."

Everyone laughed.

"Well, tonight has been truly pleasant, but unfortunately we must go now," Constance declared.

"So soon?" Mariana asked.

"I'm afraid so. Mum can't stop texting us because it's late. Only Ann has permission to stay out. She is the independent one in our family and knows how to live on her own," said Cordelia in a sullen tone.

"You both should send applications to universities in America then. Studying abroad will expand your horizons," Alisha suggested.

"Oh, I don't know…" Constance replied shyly.

"I absolutely love that idea. Perhaps I should apply to Cornell too?" Cordelia grinned.

"You're going to love it. And I'll definitely put a word for you if you decide to join a sorority," Veronica winked.

"Oh, that would be wonderful!" Cordelia enthused.

Annabelle gave her girlfriend a side glance, to which her lover replied by blowing a kiss.

"Ooooh… Somebody hit a nerve!" Briar teased.

The women giggled.

"Our opinions diverge on this matter, but we still respect each other's decisions," Annabelle explained.

As Veronica reached for her girlfriend's hand, mother and grandmother smiled at each other in approval whilst the young women still chatted before bidding goodnight to Annabelle's sisters.

"Here you go." Veronica handled a mug filled with sweetened corn cream to Annabelle while she sat on the bed next to her. "Alisha followed my grandma's recipe to the T and this is just mind-blowing."

Annabelle took a spoonful to her mouth and moaned in delight. "You're so right, Vee! This is so good! No wonder this is your comfort food."

Veronica smiled as her lover ate the cream and cleared her throat. "Ann, I didn't know my grandma had invited the girls over. She knew I was concerned about this dinner and she invited them to lighten up the mood, I think…"

"Why does it sound like you're apologizing?"

"Because I am," Veronica insisted. "It was so invasive of them to plan to invite your sisters behind our backs."

Annabelle placed her mug on the end table and took her girlfriend's hand on hers. "I'm not going to disagree on that matter. It was invasive. But, to be honest, I was thrilled to see them here."

"Were you?"

"Yes!" Annabelle's lips curled upwards. "Cordelia and Constance are the only relatives I have who understand and don't criticise me because of my sexuality. But I still didn't have the guts to invite them over. It felt good to know I still have people who support me."

"I know it sucks to be quite sure you don't have the support of those you wished they were by your side. You just met the cool side of my family. Everyone else is the worst."

"Oh, I know. And by the way, same!"

The two of them giggled.

"It's not our fault if some people love the idea they have of us, but don't accept who we truly are. But I need you to remember you still have people on your side. They'll do anything in their power to make you feel safe and loved. Whenever you're ready to come out, we'll be ready to fight for you. But I hope one day they'll be happy for you."

"Me too…" Annabelle replied, leaning her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. "Thank you for tonight, Vee."

Sighing contently, Veronica whispered. "No problem, darling."

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