#Competition Tanning Miami

[circuit-if]

Info post for the key characters and romance options for Circuit, with personalities, (some) backstory, and appearance listed. Choose between 4 romance routes - fall in and out of love with the other driver on your team, your rival on the track, your team's head engineer, or the sponsor heiress who's taken a liking to you.

Roman Gray [RO, he/him] - Your rival on the track. Gray came from the same neighbourhood as you, and you've raced alongside him since your very first competition. But he's no longer that young boy, left grinning with adrenaline after every circuit. No, now he's hungry for that prize with a stern drive that wont let whatever friendship you had get in the way of, and faces you only with stone cold glares and ridiculously tough competition.

Backstory - You and Roman grew up racing along tracks all over small town California, proving yourselves to everyone who doubted you over the years and rising fast in the ranks beside one another. You both spend your nights after races at the same bar in San Diego, where you make memories and vow to each other to make it to the top: the URCA championships. If only it were possible to do it together.

Appearance - Short dark brown hair in a textured fringe, gray eyes, soft, one sided smile, lean muscle, fair skin, 6'0. He wears his race jacket whenever he can, usually over casual streetwear with dark neutral tones and greens.

Romance Route - Rivals to lovers. Compete with Roman in the championship league while underlying grudges, hurt, and jealousy get in the way of the love that you share underneath, and the will to forgive. Can you repair what was once there, rescuing it from the rubble of that last night in California, or will you let it fall away under the press' love of rivalries? Or will it become something more?

Nicholas/Nadine Spade [RO, gender selectable] - The other driver on your new team, nicked "The Blade" and loved by many. N has been racing for nearly as long as you have, along the searing tracks of Miami with an effortless talent. Always finding a way to twist the situation into a witty joke and a laugh, they quickly establish themself as someone to trust among the chaos that is your new life as a top racer.

Backstory - N. grew up in Miami, under the legacy of their father, an elite racer from decades prior. From a young age, they were recognised in races for their family name and its power and prowess in the racing world. They struggled to create their own identity, eventually being labelled "Spade the Blade" for their creative tactics for cutting through groups of cars at a time.

Appearance - Dirty blonde hair cut at their neck in beach waves, chestnut brown eyes, freckles, smile lines, lopsided, charming grin, tan skin, 5'8. They wear a lot of graphic tees and have a habit of collecting bracelets for their wrists, with a generally vibrant palatte underneath their leather jackets for motor biking.

Romance Route - Friends to lovers, with a little "just friends" thrown in. Win races side by side, strategise, and plan with a little distraction on the side. Mutually pine for one another between circuits, and realise the importance of your other half not only for the team, but for you.

Sadie/Spencer Monroe [RO, gender selectable] - Your head engineer, a failed aspiring racer with a silent but deadly disposition. S designed your car from the wheels up, with one goal: to win. To win in a way they couldn't on the track themself, despite knowing everything there is to know about the sport. S has high expectations for you and N, and they're not one to disappoint.

Backstory - S. grew up in the countryside of New York, with one goal: to become the most legendary racer the URCA has ever known. With that in mind, they began racing circuits across the mid Atlantic, building and repairing their own cars and taking them into leagues they weren't welcome in because of their ultra-creative mechanic improvements. They quit soon after, turning their engineering talents to the benefit of more talented racers instead.

Appearance - Auburn hair at the base of their neck, hazel green eyes, a dusting of freckles, slender, pale skin, 5'9. They wear a brown bomber jacket over a lot of their clothes, a lot of flannel and warm tones.

Romance Route - Forbidden love. S. is an engineer, ensuring your cars are running exactly as they should, pushing them to their limits with speed and control. Their job is entirely behind the scenes, almost no one knows they exist, and they prefer it that way. You're a racer. The worlds eyes are on you. When you both face your growing feelings, you're forced to keep them away from the rest of the world and hide your romance.

Carmen Caddel [RO, she/her] - Heiress to one of your biggest sponsor companies. Carmen grew up in the lifestyle of fame and luxury, and handles it with such grace and poise that shows in every paparazzi photo and every interview. With her guiding you through the press conferences and afterparties, it should be easy to maintain the public image you're intended to keep. Right?

Backstory - Carmen was born to Defina Caddel, the founder of the creatively named company, Caddel, that has been at the head of the fashion industry for decades. Carmen inherited Defina's expensive taste and affinity for matters of fame from a young age. She was raised learning about her mothers' company, around fashion designers rather than her peers, and preparing for the day she would have to take over as CEO herself.

Appearance - Curly black hair to her mid-back, dark brown eyes, full cheeks, bright smile, tan skin, 5'5. She's only ever seen in designer clothes (most often from her mothers' brand), all of which are sleek and fitted prior to wear.

 Romance Route - The power couple. MC is a driver that has worked from the bottom up, and Carmen was born into wealth and fame. With different skill sets, connections, and experience, you both face the fame and fortune, good and bad, that's coming at you a little stronger together.

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[adventuresofahobbywriter]

Hello!

I've recently picked up the hobby of writing (not for anyone else just myself for fun lol) and I need some help with my characters.

The story revolves around a group of boarding school student that find a portal in the woods that teleports them to a fantasy world that's very much like a DnD type of environment. The group also transform into a race and class so they can fit into that world.

It's a group of six which feels like a pretty big group of characters, but the problem is that I LOVE all of them. I feel like I need to cut one or two of them or possibly repurpose them, but I can't decide who. I thought a good idea would be coming here and hopefully getting some feedback about what to do or possibly who to cut.

Here's the characters!

Emma Parker (15) Seattle, Washington

A 5'2, kind of muscular girl. She has blonde poofy hair that she only ever wears in a loose ponytail. Like the kind of loose ponytail that's not on purpose, but like the scrunchie was just a liiiiiitle too loose and then she went on a run. She usually wears athletic shorts, a soccer shirt, and a windbreaker. She also always wears a knee brace due to some undisclosed injury (we all know one). Her skin is a little tanner because she spends so much time outside and her cheeks and nose are always a little red. She's a very energetic and excited person, but VERY competitive and always feels the need to push herself to be better even if it's dangerous.

Kiyana (Ana) Ramesh (16) NYC, New York

She's 5'8 and kind of slender. The child of two Desi immigrants. She is at the school on a scholarship but, after being bullied at her last school, she decided to not tell anyone that information and instead joined the "popular" group. She is an EXTREMELY smart girl, but tends to act dumb and a little snobby to keep up with her new friends. She has black hair that reaches just past her shoulders and she is constantly trying to keep it tamed by straightening it or curling it. Her makeup is always done perfectly and she usually dresses preppy.

Abigail Whitlock (16) Oregon

Abigail is about 5'6 and curvy. She has brown skin and dark brown curly hair (about 3c). She was adopted at birth by a single woman. Her mom is the Headmistress of the school, the near constant supervision causing her to be slightly rebellious and stubborn. She dresses in a more alternative / goth style, wearing heavier eyeliner and black lipstick. She spends most of her time doing some type of creative projects (painting, knitting, sculpting, sewing, etc.)

Lucas Haine (15) Miami, Florida

A 5'8 lanky boy. Lucas has dark skin and dark brown / black hair that he wears in twists down past his ears. He has large brown eyes and most of the time gets mistaken for a 8th grader or freshman because of his youthful appearance. He usually wears ripped jeans, t shirts, and a flannel. He's usually either riding or carrying around his skateboard with the underside covered in stickers and doodles done by Abigail. He is smart and likes very stereotypical nerdy things, he's on the robotics team, TTRPG club, and comic books. Because he's so smart, he can come across at a bit of a know-it-all, especially when they end up in the fantasy world and he knows a good bit more than the others about how that world works.

Colin Walsh (16) Dublin, Ireland

Between 6' and 6'2 kind of muscular but you can't really tell (think sleeper build.) He has pale skin, but covered head to toe in freckles. His hair is red and fluffy with big curls. His face is covered by black rimmed glasses. He usually wears a sweatshirt over a disheveled button-up shirt, tan slacks, and either sneakers or dressier shoes. Ever since he moved to the US, he's developed a pretty intense coffee addiction. Stopping by the cafeteria between classes to refill his travel mug. He is very sarcastic and enjoys picking on his friends, it takes A LOT to get him worked up. He plays a lot of video games and is a member of the chess team.

Jae Chung (16) Los Angeles, California

5'10 and lean from being on the swim team. All the students come from pretty wealthy families, but his is by far the richest. He has black hair that's parted down the middle with the bangs hanging down onto his forehead (ngl look up Sang Heon Lee and that's who I imagine). He dresses very fashionable and always wears a silver chain around his neck. He's confident and egotistical, usually very concerned with his looks.

Just some extra info:

At the start Lucas, Colin, and Abigail are very close friends and hang out daily.

Lucas is the one who finds the portal.

I kind of want a Colin x Ana thing (not sure why, I just feel it)

I'm sorry this is such a long post! If you want to give some feedback I would be very appreciative! (:

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Gotta admit that Lottie's business with tanologist went broader than being Louis' sister when I saw one of her product on a friends bathroom and they barely know what 1d was. It was really a she made it moment for me lol I also saw it on Target in the US with a sold out sign and this was in Miami went I thought everyone was naturally tan. She obviously started selling as Louis' sister but her brand went further than that. Not sure Gemmas eyewear has reached outside the harries.

I think the world is full of sunglasses lmao. At any price and brand. It’s a very competitive field for a new name. Not sure about the tan products! I am not the right person and not their targeted audience obviously, but I really couldn’t name another brand for fake tan besides tanologist 💀

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Take it Slow - Part Eighty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You’re shaking while in line at the pharmacy, but Harry’s hand on the small of your back helps put you at ease. He still needed some makeup today, but his bruise was already starting to look better. You get the script filled and wait the fifteen minutes for it. You and Harry go out to the car, where Buster was waiting patiently like a good boy. You unscrew the cap on your water bottle and pop the pill bottle open. You look at Harry who gives you a reassuring smile. You take the pill and swallow it down.

“I don’t want anyone knowing about this. I know it’s more normalized now, but I don’t want anyone finding out that things have gotten this bad that I need this kind of help. I don’t even want my family to know.”

“Course, I won’t say anything. I’m really proud of you though. I know you think you’re losing control, or not strong, but you’re being so brave. You’re taking a lot of control back, and I think it takes a lot of strength to do what you’re doing.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“Thanks Harry, that means a lot to me.” You smile at him.

“Let’s getcha t’work now, hm.” He turns back to look at Buster. “Wanna spend another day with mummy?” He yips at Harry. “Thought you might.” Harry kisses you on the cheek and puts the car in drive.

//

Between your period and the meds, you felt all out of whack. You weren’t sure if going out Saturday night was such a good idea, but you didn’t want to disappoint Seth or Isaac. They were both so excited, and you’d be damned if you let either of them down.

You put on a pair of white jeans with a few rips in them, and a blue short sleeve crop top. You leave your hair down, and straight, and put all your jewelry on. Harry was wearing a pair of tan trousers, a white tank top tucked in, and a floral short sleeve shirt.

“Aw, you look handsome sweetie.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m getting….Miami vibes.” You gesture to his outfit.

“Good, s’what I was goin’ for.” He grabs your face and kisses your forehead. Harry puts all of his rings and necklaces on, and grabs his wallet. “Come on, lovie, we need to go pick Isaac up.”

You both say goodbye to Buster and tell him to be a good boy. You pick Isaac up, and he looks as cute as a button.

“Oh my god, I can’t wait to meet him. You really think he’ll like me?”

“What’s not to like?” You say to him.

You pull up to the adult arcade and the boys head inside. You said you’d wait outside for Seth. Isaac and Harry put their name in for a table. You thought it would be good to eat and talk first before hitting up all the games. You see Seth’s car pull up, and smile when he gets out. He had a black t-shirt on paired with some nice jeans. A classic for him. He smiles and waves when he sees you. You both wrap your arms around each other and Harry squints at the scene from inside.

“Remember, he’s interested in me.” Isaac says.

“Mhm.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Seth says to you. “So happy we could finally do this.”

“Same here, and me too. Been a long time coming, thanks for being so patient. Harry and Isaac are inside seeing what tables are available.”

“Perfect, let’s head in.”

You put your hand on the small of his back and lead him inside.

“Seth, this is Isaac, Isaac this is Seth.”

They both shake hands and say hello.

“Hi, Harry.” He shakes his hand too. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah.” Harry smiles a crooked smile at Seth.

You’re all seated in a booth, and Harry drapes an arm over your shoulders. You hoped Seth and Isaac wouldn’t mind sitting next to each other, you just needed to be close to Harry right now. Seth turns to Isaac slightly.

“So how long have you know these two for?”

“Oh, well, I’ve worked Harry for a few years, now I work for him. He’s the best.” Isaac blushes. “And I met Y/N a few months after they started dating. She started coming by to meet him for lunch. I used to live for it, she’d scare the shit out of our little interns.”

“Ugh, gag me.” You say. “I don’t ever want to think about them ever again.”

“Agreed.” Harry smirks.

A waitress comes over and take your drink orders. You look at Harry after Seth orders a beer and Isaac orders a cocktail.

“We’ll both just have seltzers with lime.” Harry smiles at the waitress and she nods. He looks at the two of them. “We drank a lot all last week…still recovering.” They both nod.

“Makes sense. It’s hard to go on these benders now. After the fourth I needed like three days to recover.” Seth laughs.

You all order some apps you can share and pick at while you talk. Seth explains to Isaac what he does for work and Isaac seems like his in a trance. It’s hard not to be. You used to be able to listen to Seth talk for hours. He had one of those deep, raspy voices. Sort of how Harry’s voice can be early in the morning. He talks about certain tattoos, the when and why. He talks about his lip piercing and he dreads the day he inevitably will part with it. Isaac talks about how content his is just being an admin. He loves doing what he does every day. Harry really talks Isaac up too. He explains how he just had to have him work for him.

All in all it was a good dinner. Things didn’t seem all that awkward, which you were grateful for.

“So did you two meet early on in college?” Isaac asks you.

“Yeah, like, sophomore year I think…”

“Mhm, and then you and Rachel went off to California second semester.”

“Which allowed you to get nice and close with Sarah.” You sneer at him. He flips you off and you laugh. “Just teasing.” You put your hands up.

“You’re always just teasing.” He smirks.

You square up the checks and walk over to the games. You and Harry hang back to let Isaac and Seth go off on their own. You watch as they play ski ball together and giggle. They seemed to be having a pretty good time, just as you hoped. You and Harry go over to play the basketball game. Just as you shoot a basket he grabs you by the shoulders and kisses you.

“Harry!” You pull away. “What are you doing?”

“We had our second date here. We were standin’ right here, and I couldn’t even shoot my baskets because I couldn’t stop lookin’ at yeh. I remember your shirt lifted slightly and I noticed this little thing.” He runs his thumb over your naval piercing.”

“A lot’s happened since then, huh?”

“Yeah.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him quickly.

Isaac and Seth notice the scene.

“That happen often?”

“Oh god with them? All the time. Harry’s a really passionate guy.”

“Good, she deserves that.”

“Now that we’re alone, I need to ask, you really don’t care at all that someone you used to sort of be with-“

“I’ll stop you right there, cause I know where you’re head’s at.” He chuckles. “That girl was one of my best friends, right?” Isaac nods. “We had a ton of classes together, she helped me study. She was great. And then…we did what a lot of kids in college do. We hooked up. It was easy, and fun. I cared for her, adored her really.” He smirks. “But…I never…had those feelings for her.” He looks back over at you and Harry, then back to Isaac. “You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I totally get it.” He smiles. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t have any competition.” He nudges Seth.

“Not at all…and, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not really talking to anyone else at the moment either, just so you know.” Isaac blushes.

“Me…neither.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Wanna go pinball?”

“God, I’m terrible at pinball.”

“Well, I’ll help you out.”

You and Harry were in the middle of playing some random game when you look over to seeing Seth standing right behind Isaac, his hands over his, pressing the buttons on the game. It was the cutest fucking thing you’d ever seen.

“Harry, look at them.” You point.

“I have to say, that’s a pretty smooth move…respect.” You burst out laughing and nudge him.

Towards the end of the night the four of you re-group. You all agreed it was a lot of fun. Seth shakes Harry’s hand again, and gives you a hug.

“Beautiful as ever.” He says into your ear, and you smile.

“So…Seth said he could take me home…so I’m gonna let him.” Isaac tells the two of you and Harry’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Um…alright then. Have a good rest of your night.” As you’re walking out, lost in chat with Seth, Harry grabs Isaac by the back of his collar and pulls him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What…what do you mean?”

“I mean, like, are you gonna take him back to your place and…you know?”

“Harry.” Isaac laughs. “Why do you care?”

“Because I wanna make sure you’re alright, you barely know him.”

“He seems very sweet. I don’t know where the night’s gonna take us. I just know I’m not ready for the night to be over yet. I wanna keep getting to know him.”

“Yeah, well, how well do you wanna know him?” Isaac looks over to see you and Seth laughing about something. “I’d like to know what that ass looks like outta them jeans, I can tell ya that much.”

“Jesus.” Harry runs a hand over his face. “S’not too fast?”

“I’ll tell you what. Monday morning I’ll fill you in on all the juicy details.” He leans in a little closer. “We can compare notes on how we like it.” Harry’s face turns red, and Isaac bursts out laughing. “Relax, Harry. Haven't told anyone about your little secret, and I don’t intend to. Like I said, I just wanna keep getting to know him. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

Harry nods and they both walk the rest of the way to meet up with you and Seth. Harry watches Isaac get into Seth’s car and drive away.

“What did you say to him?” You ask Harry.

“I just…wanted to make sure he was alright, that’s all.”

“You’re so sweet on him.” You squeeze his hand. “I promise, he’s in good hands.”

“Well, you’d know.” He snorts. You take your hand away and cross your arms. “Shit! I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N!”

“No? How exactly did you mean that?”

“I just meant, like, you know how good of a guy he is, I wasn’t talking about-“

“Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You huff.

“I swear!” He sighs. “Please, we had such a nice night, let’s not get like this.”

“Like what?”

“Mad at each other.”

“I’m not mad.”

“Yeah you are!”

“You know, when I found out about you and Myk, I never said a goddamn word. I brushed it off. But I have a past with someone, and it’s like…you just can’t let it go.”

“Y/N, I swear, I did not mean it like that.” He rests his hand on your thigh. “I didn’t mean for it come off that way, I promise.” You feel tears prick at your eyes. Fucking meds, fucking hormones. He squeezes your thigh.

“Okay.” You breathe. “I believe you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” You put your hand over his. “I’m sorry.” You start sobbing. “I feel like I’ve been trying to hold it together all day, and now…”

“Baby, it’s alright.”

“You don’t always need to be so understanding, you know? It’s okay to be frustrated with me.”

“But I’m not frustrated.” He shrugs.

“Even when I get like this? I’d be fucking exhausted if I had to deal with me all day. Oh wait, I do and I am.” Harry sighs heavily, and parks the car in the garage of your building. He turns to look at you.

“You’re making steps to make yourself better, and I know this. I understand it. Neither of us have any idea what this medication is doin’ to yeh, not really. We won’t know for a few weeks until you level out. You need to give yourself a break. Don’t feel like you need to hold it together for my sake.”

“But you can’t be my punching bag. I don’t wanna flip out on you.”

“So don’t flip out. Cry if you need to and I’ll be right there to hold you.” He kisses your hand and you both get out of the car. He wraps his arm around your waist as you head up. “I’m in this with you, have been from the beginning. If I didn’t want it, I would have copped out a long time ago, you have to know that.” You key into your place and greet your tired little boy.

“I do know that. And I feel so lucky to have all your support, Harry…” You both go into the bedroom. “I just feel like you’re always taking care of me, like it’s not 50/50, like it’s not an equal partnership.”

“It’s plenty equal, don’t start with this again.” He sighs and puts his hands on your shoulders. You look down at your feet. “Look at me.” You slowly meet his gaze. “I hate when you get in your head like this. We take care of each other.” He smiles at you reassuringly.

“Okay.” You smile back.

You both do your nightly routines and get into bed. Your phone goes off with a text notification.

Seth: I’m seeing him again tomorrow, going to brunch…I like him.

You: Are you still with him????

Seth: No…was a perfect gentleman actually. We talked in the car for a bit, and then I walked him up to his door.

You: Goodnight kiss?????

Seth: wouldn’t you like to know ;p

You giggle, and Harry looks at you.

“Who’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just Seth. He’s seeing Isaac for brunch tomorrow.” You smile at him.

“Oh that’s great! So he’s not still there?”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

“Harry, they’re both adults, if they wanted to…extend their evening then that would’ve been their choice.”

“I know, I just feel protective over Isaac and I didn’t wanna see him get pumped and dumped.”

“Pumped and dumped?!” You burst out laughing. “Jesus, Harry, that’s vulgar.” Harry laughs too. “Besides, how do you know Isaac wouldn’t be the one-“

“M’not havin’ this conversation.” He shivers. “Don’t need to think about that at all.” He looks at you. “Would you, um, spoon me tonight?”

“I’d be happy to.” You set your phone down and Harry turns the lights off. He rolls over and you hold him close to you.

You loved nothing more than nuzzling in close to his back. He always smelled so good.

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Aunt Flow graciously left Sunday morning, and you were beyond grateful. You and Harry hadn’t gotten intimate since your black out. His cheek was all healed up, and you were happy to have a Sunday to just spend time with him. After a shower, you come out to the balcony to see him sitting with Buster and a cup of coffee.

“Hi baby.” He says to you. You sit down on one of his legs, getting comfy in his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist. “How’s my baby girl?”

“Good.” You nuzzle into his neck and plant light kisses on his sun-kissed skin. “Miss you.”

“Miss me?” He’s playing with you. He knows what you mean. “But I’ve been right here.” You look up at him with your big eyes.

You tug at his shirt and pout at him. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

“Are yeh askin’ me t’take you inside, little girl?” Your mouth parts. “Just let me finish my coffee, hm?” You curl up in his arms while he sips on his coffee. It was a shame to waste such a beautiful morning inside.

Harry sets his mug down on the glass table outside, and picks you up bridal style. He whistles at Buster so he knows to come inside. He plops down on his dog bed while Harry takes you into the bedroom. He lays you down and just looks at you. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. A habit you had gotten into on the weekends.

“Why are you the cutest thing in the world?” He climbs on the bed and straddles you. He takes his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. “No answer?”

“I don’t know.” You giggle. “Just am, I guess.”

“Just am?” He leans down and plants kisses all over your face. “Guess that’s a good enough answer.”

You continue to giggle as he’s sweet on you. He pulls your shirt up just over your breasts and leaves wet kisses on them. He kisses down your belly and tugs the boxers down.

“Maybe just use your fingers, I showered and all, but it like just ended so…”

“Noted.” He chuckles.

He pulls the boxers all the way off you and tosses them to the floor. He lightly strokes your slit with his middle finger as you part your legs a little more for him. He sucks on one of your nipples. You’re not getting as wet as you usually do though.

“Babe?” He looks up at you and lets go of your nipple. “Could we use some lube? Think I’m a little dry after my shower.”

“Sure, hun.”

He gets up and goes into the drawer and grabs the bottle of lube. He puts some on his fingers and warms it up. He slides his middle finger in you slowly and you groan with pleasure.

“Thank you.”

He smiles and goes back to sucking your nipple while he slips another finger inside. He curls them both up and you grind into his touch.

“Harry.” You moan his name as your back arches slightly.

He pumps in and out of you, going knuckle deep, and you gasp when he hits that spot.

“There it is.” He smirks.

You bite your bottom lip as he continues to hit it, getting you closer and closer. You grip the sheets when you feel your stomach start to tighten.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Your head was thrashing back and forth.

“That’s it baby.”

“Harry!”

You release onto his fingers and he continues to pump slowly as you go through the motions. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his chest. Your cheeks were flushed, but you had a smile on your face. You reach up to palm him through his boxers.

“Can I have this now?”

“Greedy little thing this mornin’.” He chuckles and takes his boxers off.

“Just wanna be as close as possible, dolly.”

He smiles and spreads your legs back apart. He rubs himself against your clit and you whimper. You were soaked for him now. He slides into you slowly, inch by inch and your head rolls back into the pillow. He lifts the shirt all the way off you, leaving no barriers between the two of you.

“C’mere.”

He snakes his arms under your back, and he pulls you up so you’re sitting on him. He sits cross legged, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses you while his hands on your ass start to move you up and down on him. It was slow and sensual, and exactly what you needed right now. This was love making on a whole other level. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and help yourself move on him. You bury your head in his neck while he continues to do most of the work, not that he minded.

“I love you so much.” You say into his ear.

“I, fuck, love you too.”

“You’re my everything, Harry.” His hands press into you harder. God, he loved it when you said that.

“You’re mine.” He groans.

You rubbing up against him in the perfect way. You knew you were going to come again soon. You kiss on his neck and bite down when you feel it approaching faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of spine. Having you pressed against him like this was so nice, and he loved being this deep inside you. He moans your name a few times, and this sends you over the edge. You bite down on him harder as you release around his cock. When he come shoots up inside you, you cry out and so does he.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. Your tongue slips into his mouth and his molds to yours. You start giggling and he pulls back to look at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you just taste like coffee.” You kiss him again and raise yourself off him.

You both go clean yourselves up. You throw on a pair of shorts and graphic T, and he does the same.

“What do you feel like doin’ today?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “We did all our shopping and meal prepping yesterday…”

“Why don’t we take Buster to the park across from the studio? We could bring a tennis ball, let him get some exercise.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” You look at Buster and he perks up. “C’mere baby, mummy and daddy are gonna take you to the park.” He yips and comes trotting over.

You pack a backpack with some treats, a water dish, and a large bottle of water. You grab some sunscreen and your sunglasses. Harry puts his snapback on, and you both hit the road. You and Harry did a very good job with training Buster that you knew he didn’t need a leash at the park. He would never run away.

Harry takes the tennis ball out of your backpack and tosses it to Buster who catches it in his mouth.

“You boy!” You exclaim, making him wag his tail.

He comes over drops the ball at your feet. You pick it up and toss it a little farther for him so he can run and go get it. Harry takes his phone out and takes a video of you throwing the ball and Buster running up to you with it. When Buster feels a little tired you take out his water dish and pout some water in it for him to lap up. You and Harry sit down on the grass and he lays at your feet.

“Need to take him to the groomer again, his hair grows in so quick.” You say and Harry nods.

“I could just shave him, I’ve got the clippers at home.”

“Oh but he likes the groomer.” You look at Buster. “Right baby? You like to see Daniel at PetSmart?” Buster yips at him. “See?” Harry chuckles and rubs Buster’s belly.

“Feelin’ hungry at all? I could go grab us somethin’ quick across the street. Nice smoothie place down there.”

“Sure! That’d be great baby, thanks.” Harry grabs his wallet and jogs across the street. Buster sits up to watch him. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s just going to grab us a snacky.” You pet his head and he lays back down.

Harry returns shortly with two smoothies and you kiss him on the cheek as a thank you.

“It’s so nice out today.” He says sipping on his drink.

“I know! Not too humid either, thank god.”

You both stay a while longer, tossing the tennis ball to Buster a few times, letting him just run around to his heart’s desire. You go home a little before dinner. You and Harry decide to grill some veggie burgers and eat outside. It was perfect. You loved your life with him more than anything in the world.

“Harry?” He hums his response. “Would you say technically next month we’ll have been together a year? Or would you say October since that’s when we became official?” You put official in air quotes.

“My inner psycho says our first date is our anniversary.” You burst out laughing and nod your head.

“That must make me a psycho too.”

“I’d say by our second or third date I knew I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.” He smirks. “Yeh had me from the get go.”

“Oh stop it.”

“I mean it! I certainly didn’t want anyone else to have you.”

“I can’t believe it’s almost been a year, it flew by.”

“Just cause we’ve been havin’ so much fun.” You both giggle. “I feel like I can’t even remember what my life was like without you in it sometimes.”

“I feel the same way.” You twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “Or when I remember what my life was like before you were in it, I sort of feel sad.” You look up at him. “Like, I was constantly living with a fake smile on my face, pretending I was okay for everyone else’s sake.” You reach out for his hand and he gives it to you. “Not that it’s your job, but you make me better Harry.”

He takes your hand and kisses it.

“You make me better too. I honestly didn’t think I was capable of loving someone.” Both of your eyebrows raise. “I know you find that hard to believe, but I’ve never really been in love before, and I’ve never really been a good boyfriend before either. You brought out somethin’ good in me.”  

He rubs his thumb over your bare left ring finger. In a month or so he’d be getting down on one knee and asking you to officially spend the rest of your life with him. He had the upmost confidence you’d say yes. You were made for him. He spent his whole life waiting for you, and he was never going to let you go.

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 12)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2556

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy​, @carryonmyswansong​, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​ - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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Finally, spring break was here. 

Your flight got in and Spencer was waiting for you at the airport. You all but ran to him as he smiled at you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. 

“Oh, God, I missed you so much,” he remarked. 

“I missed you too. Any cases?”

“None so far, but I’m on vacation. Unless something huge comes in, you have me all to yourself.” 

“That’s just the way I like it,” you noted, grinning before giving him a quick kiss.

“Do you want to stop by the office?” he asked, taking your hand as you walked to the luggage carousel. 

“No, not today. I just want to be with you.”

“You sure? I know everyone’s missed you.”

You shook your head. “Yeah but I’ve missed you more. You and I are hardly ever alone. It’d be nice to just have one night, just the two of us?” 

He smiled down at you just before you grabbed your bag.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s go home.”

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“Holy… Wow. What have you been doing while I’m gone?” you asked, panting. 

“Nothing different,” he remarked as he rolled over. 

“It’s almost like you’re trying out for a marathon,” you teased, laughing.

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no.” 

“Want to make dinner?”

“Absolutely. What have we got?”

“I got everything for you to make lasagna,” he noted, a bit of pleading to his voice and face.

You rolled your eyes. “I come back from working hard in Miami, working two jobs and you want me to make you dinner?”

“I’ll help make the salad, if that means anything?” he said with an uneasy face. 

“After the performance you just gave, Dr. Reid, I’ll let it pass.” You leaned up and kissed him before the two of you got out of bed and threw on pajamas to go make dinner. 

It took about an hour, but finally, the lasagna was in the oven. 

“So tell me all about Miami,” Spence encouraged. “I haven’t heard much from you in so long. Everything okay?”

You nodded, your stomach doing a flip. Until now, you could basically forget about Miami, Dexter… being a murderer. But your husband asking you about your second life brought all of that to the forefront of your mind.

You gulped down the hot pasta before answering, “Uh, yeah, everything’s fine.” You took a sip of water to buy some time. “Teaching’s been going good. I hit a snag here or there but midterm grades were great.”

“That’s great,” he said with an encouraging smile. “Does it feel like the students are really soaking up the knowledge?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Every class discussion is pretty interesting and I love answering all kinds of questions about our work and what we do. It’s pretty fantastic. It’s nice to be doing something where it doesn’t end in failure or worrying about losing my life or yours.”

“I know. I love our jobs but being in a calm classroom has its perks too,” he agreed with a quick grin. “And the investigation? How’s it going?” 

“Uh, going pretty good. The family’s had no leads though.”

“What’s your next step then? You’ve already questioned everyone in the PD, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah and that didn’t seem to help much either.”

“What about a geo-profile? I could help with that. Do you have the cases?”

“No, left them in my apartment down there. But I should definitely do that.” 

Suddenly, your hands were sweating but you tried hard to hide it. Lying to your boss over the phone was one thing. Keeping up appearances and not letting anything slip around Dexter’s circle was one thing. Lying to your husband whose career was to gauge every minute facial expression, shifting in weight, change in voice, was another. 

Not only was it his job, he was married to you. He knew when you were lying. He knew when you weren’t being totally truthful, and if he called you on it, you had no way to rebut him. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? I’m really surprised you haven’t cracked this case wide open. You know about doing the geo-profile.” His tone was just on the edge of accusatory and that sent your blood pressure through the roof.

Bobbing your head and swallowing, you said, “Right. Yeah, no it’s just I got caught up with school. No one else has been able to make a dent in the case so it’s obviously a hard one.”

“Yeah but you’re--”

“Busy with another full time job,” you reminded sweetly. “I’ll do the geo-profile. I was going to check into their criminal backgrounds next, see if maybe there was overlap there of drugs or money laundering.” This wasn’t entirely a lie, had you not picked up on Dexter’s mishaps, that would’ve been the next path you’d gone down.

“Ah, that’s a good idea too. Are you positive you don’t want help on it? I’m sure if we just gave the names to Garcia we’d have some overlap in a matter of a week.” 

“No, I really think I can start making headway with my stuff. I swear, if I hit a brick wall, I’ll come cash my chips in.” 

“Alright,” he agreed, finally dropping it, thank God. “Made any new friends? How’s your apartment?”

“Uh, I don’t really have time for friends,” you lied. “If I’m not on campus, I’m working the case or reading over homework. You know…” 

“Right. Well I hope you’re finding some sort of break down there. You need rest, time to recharge your batteries. Do you at least get to go to the beach?” 

“Not really, no. I should try though, more often.”

“Yeah, maybe every Saturday or something, try going out,” he suggested with a smile before taking a sip of his water. 

“Yeah, maybe. How about you? Have you been to see Morgan and the family in a while?” you asked, trying desperately to shift the conversation away from you, and it worked. The rest of the night you focused on Spencer’s work back home, Morgan, his mom, Garcia, anything but you. 

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The next night, the team was still in town, so you and Spence decided you would surprise them after work. 

“So, I was just going to head home and--” Emily was saying as you stepped off the elevators and all eyes went to you. 

“Y/N!” Everyone greeted in a resounding happy voice. 

Garcia rushed you and hugged you tightly. 

“We weren’t sure you were ever going to come by! Reid said you were tired and just wanted to rest,” she said, glancing back to him, worried you were out against your will.

You laughed. “No, no, not quite. I just wanted the day with him,” you said, your eyes landing on him lovingly for a moment. “But now, we’ve caught up and I want to be with you all. Wanna go to the bar?” you asked and you were met with a resounding yes. 

The whole team joined you. Everyone peppered you with questions about the class, the course, how you felt about teaching. Often, people asked Spencer if his experiences were different or similar and you two had to bounce off each other for information. Everyone asked about Miami, how hot it really was, if you were enjoying it, if you were making friends, if you were happy down there. The team asked about your case, and you tried to dance a fine line of making it known you were working really hard, but not give away so much information that they felt like they had enough information that they could start looking into it. 

Eventually, talk turned to some shop talk, then home life, and then the party naturally divided into girls and guys. Rossi, Matt, Luke, and Spence went to play pool. Emily, JJ, Garcia, and you were at the other end, just talking girl talk.

“Okay, real talk,” Garcia started, looking at you, “is every guy just like really cut down in Miami? I mean, they’d have to be, right? They’re always on the beach, looking tanned and bronzed…”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I hate to burst your bubble, Garcia, but not every guy is a casting call for Baywatch.”

“It doesn’t have to be for Baywatch but maybe… I don’t know, a little Mr. Universe competition.”

The ladies all laughed, including you. “I really wouldn’t know. I don’t notice guys. If it’s not Spence, I just…” You left it at that before catching yourself staring at him from across the bar. He really was your one and only. 

“Aww, you guys are so in love, it’s so cute and, ugh, my heart melts for it,” Garcia said sappily.

JJ raised her eyebrows. “Well I think someone’s had one too many.” 

“Speaking of love,” you began, “Em, how are you and your boy toy? Any talk of wedding bells?”

“Woah,” she remarked, raising her hands in defense, “we aren’t even past the starting gate yet, not really. It’ll be awhile before we talk anything like that, but things are going good, really good.”

“I’m glad,” you said with a sincere smile. “Oh, I miss you all so much.” You put your arms around them and pulled them close. “How has casework been?”

“To be honest?” Emily asked. “It’s been really hard without you. Cases move about two times slower. There are times I’m close to begging Reid to just call you in on one or sometimes he even throws it out there but we know how important this is to you.”

“Yeah, it really is.”

JJ took a sip of her drink then said, “Oh, Y/N, you should know that Lloyd Markert was put away last week.” 

Lloyd was a case all of you had worked just before Halloween and his trial was slow to get off the ground but apparently it finally came to close.

“Oh, great! How long did the fucker get?” you asked, happy to know he’d be put away. He was a family killer who showed no remorse. 

“He got fifteen, thirteen with good behavior,” she informed with a sour face.

“But, at least that’s fifteen,” Emily noted.

“Fifteen? Fif-fucking-teen?” you all but screeched. “Jesus, why even bother with a verdict?” you asked, shaking your head. “Well, all we can hope is he gets jumped in the shower, right?” You raised your glass before sipping. All three women gave you an incredulous look.

“Uh, Y/N, you okay? That doesn’t really… uh, sound like you,” JJ commented. 

You shook your head. “No, I’m not okay. After Rochester and now Markert… No. I’m not okay. I’m sick of these fuckers walking. It’s just…. It’s not enough, alright? We’ve been at this for years… Years, every day we see people slaughtered, butchered, beaten, bludgeoned, raped, tortured, and for what? Because Mommy was a little too strict? Because Daddy had a forceful hand when they were a kid? I’m just sick of it all. I’m sick of seeing killer after killer after killer get the lightest sentences for horrible, gut wrenching crimes. These victims deserve better, they deserve justice.”

“And that’s what we work on getting them,” JJ reminded, frowning.

“Right, and that hard work? Our hours, weeks, sometimes months of work goes down the drain because some beat cop forgot the miranda rights. Or because someone tampered with the only evidence we had. Or because there’s some incredible technicality and it just sickens me. We do our job, we all do our jobs well, great even. But at the end of the day, we have a parade of people that these unsubs have to get through, and anywhere along the way, it can get fucked up, and most of the time it does, and it’s just....” You shook your head, trying to find the right word. “Heartbreaking, it’s goddamn heartbreaking, is what it is. To do what we do, to fight like we fight, for it to all count for nothing, not for the victims, not for us, not for their families.”

Garcia rubbed your back and Emily peered at you. 

“It can be rough, but if we do our jobs right, we have to have faith in the system,” Emily remarked. “That’s all we can do.”

“Maybe that’s all you can do, but I can do so much more,” you thought silently to yourself before taking a sip of your drink.  

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The next day, Spence and you were out getting lunch in the city when you were waiting on your food.

“This place reminds me of--”

“Cafe George, in Omaha, right?” Spencer finished and you nodded with a laugh.

“Yes, the same place that Morgan tried to convince you that rocky mountain oysters were fried chocolate.”

“Yeah, you know I still haven’t forgiven that?” he said with a smile.

“Oh, I know,” you assured. “That’s why you ensued on pranking him for two weeks straight following that. I still think the best one was when you disabled his car remotely and he could not figure out how to start it. It was pretty hilarious. And very sexy.”

“Didn’t know you found pranks arousing.”

“Oh I don’t,” you confirmed. “But you using that big MIT brain gets me hot and bothered every time.”

“Well maybe when we leave here I can show you just how big my brain can get,” he teased just as the waiter approached with your food.

“I’d very much like that, Dr. Reid.”

He smiled at you with a playful grin. “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed this.”

“I’ve missed a lot of everything,” you commented with a bit of melancholy. I didn’t realize how much I missed the team before last night.”

“So you don’t think you’ll stay down in Miami? I mean, if they ask you?”

You waved the idea off. “No, of course not. I mean… what could I possibly have down there? I can teach up here if I really feel inclined to.”

But then, the question caught up to you. You did have something down there, a friend. Emily, Garcia, Matt. They were all very close to you, your closest friends, you’d put your life on the line for theirs and vice versa. But none of them knew the real you. Known of them knew you were capable of murder. How could you give up a friendship with someone like Dexter, someone who wouldn’t judge you like last night? You couldn’t be yourself, you couldn’t rant about your hate for the scum of this world around your team. They believed in justice, a system, a higher power.

You believed in action -- real, swift, and effective action. 

How could you just abandon Dexter when he understood you and accepted you, your darkness and all, when you had teammates up here who could barely accept an angry rant?

And what about Spencer? He was the light of your life, the love of your life, everything you had ever wanted in a husband and more… If he found out what you truly were, what you were capable of, what you were willing to become, he’d be horrified, mortified, betrayed beyond any point of forgiveness. He’d leave you, and most likely have you arrested. 

He didn’t deserve that sort of pain, to find out he was married to a complete stranger. 

Which is why, he would never, ever find out. 

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HC: Glasses & Greys

While we’ve seen other people with glasses in the NHL (flower, sheary etc) and know it’s perfectly normal to be able to play with imperfect vision/contacts, we’ve seen Geno with glasses but we aren’t convinced they’re a permanent situation. Like we can't imagine Geno would be great at putting in his contacts before getting to the rink ever.

Headcanon where he for sure (fer sher) does have glasses, thick ones that he always slumps into the rinks wearing -- OR MAYBE HE GOT THEM RECENTLY IN HIS OLD AGE and everyone teases him about them of course, but Sid is like high key INTO IT.

He would look so adorable and irresistibly nerdy in glasses. Sid catches himself staring at G on one plane trip as he nibbles on his necklaces and reads, big hand cradling the spine of the book delicately, eyes shuffling effortlessly over the text that's completely indecipherable. And then he just can’t stop looking, every time he catches a glimpse of Geno even in his peripherals he has to look over to peek at the glasses.

So then Sid has to figure out how to manage the fact that he is NOTICEABLY UNABLE TO STOP LOOKING and it’s making him extra awkward.

He’s just endlessly newly soft with his glasses that then only emphasizes the transformation he makes back into FrattyJock!Geno when he’s playing a game or just working out in a snapback with his contacts in y’know? That Geno, Sid is obviously also into, but like he didn't know HOW MUCH until there was a contrast.

On planes and in tape review sessions and at meals he’s always in glasses now and that’s also when he’s in like hoodies and t-shirts and soft lumpy cardigans and nice suits, and then suddenly on the ice or in the locker room he’s all BDE (BGE) and swagger

Stick a fork in Sid, he’s done ladies and gents.

Basically this HC is Geno getting old gracefully. Everybody assumed he wouldn't because he loves flashy toys and he's vain as hell even though he's not the best looking on the team (it's more a competition thing than anything) and instead he just casually accepts his glasses, easily accepts he's like becoming team dad: "Team Papa,” he’d correct the rookies, “team Dad is Sid."

(cue Guentzel snickering about their coparenting the team)

When Sid inquires about his change of heart about getting old -  just to check in and stuff y'know captainly duties, nothing more, he's definitely not enjoying a brunch with Geno alone more than he probably should - Geno quietly admits that the older he gets the more he longs for family, and that he wants to be taken seriously by potential significant others, and wants commitment and children.

Says all of this while he can't take his eyes off of the chubby smiley baby at the next table over.

What's that? Oh, Sid's heart just leaping out of his chest and tucking itself in Geno's pocket?

"Want be taken serious, Sid. play game for a living," with a rueful smile "So I'm try more to be okay with old." He'd pause and his smile would turn into a teasing smirk. "Not even Captain of team that plays silly game!"

Sid, abruptly: “do you want to be the captain?” Like he would give him the captaincy in a heartbeat if Geno asked.

And he probably actually would, like he loves being in charge and being the one responsible for the team but he knows what a good captain G would make. If Geno really wanted it, he’d feel bad not giving him a chance to be in that role.

Is this the aging gracefully headcanon where Sid gets grey hair and G gets glasses and they make plans to retire together with 8 kids and get fat and happy?

We think it is, friends. People growing old together is the best kind of love, it just gets so comfortable and domestic. They’d both be such happy dads. It starts with the glasses and receding hairline.

Sid starts greying at the temples (some greys and some whites, a few here and there) and they both get smile lines around their eyes. G’s pooch gets a lil more pronounced and Sid gets a bit more padding around the middle, but their butts stay firm until they’re like 60 because, that much muscle doesn’t just disappear.

[SIDE NOTE: esp not in the booty. RDJ said that in the 90s there was like a stair master craze and he got himself a bum from it and he's done literally nothing else since then and still has that booty. Moment of silence for RDJ booty]

After retirement Geno probably spends like a SOLID YEAR on the beach. Like we’re talking he doesn’t leave Miami for anything. He’s not wearing pants for 365 days, Sid, so stop nagging. Sid can’t handle that much sand in his crevices (and there are so many now!) so he comes and goes and enjoys the photos of fish Geno sends him.

When they are together they sit on their front porch in the mornings and do crossword puzzles together - Geno reading the clues and Sid giving him the answers which Geno then ignores and pens in whatever dirty words he wants.

Professionally neither one of them can really stay away from hockey for long. Geno gets drawn back into the politics of the KHL and Sid gets pulled in approximately 357 directions from the NHL trying to get him in every position under the sun. They all think he is accomplished and qualified for all of them.

Sid quietly spends Geno’s year of beach exile doing some online and in class courses and gets a Bachelors’ degree. Like it’s probably a BFA or something. He’s wonderfully bashful about it and Geno is so so so proud and his degree hangs in a place of honour next to all their stanley cups in their inevitably massive trophy room or whatever.

Geno when he’s sufficiently tanned gets into all his side projects with new enthusiasm. He loves investing in weird fitness apps, and fashion lines, and fancies himself a bit of a shark tank kind of guy.

(Don’t get Sid started on Shark Tank, Geno is addicted, Sid thinks it’s ridiculous and that the more original Dragon’s Den is clearly superior)

Anyway G would be more low key with his hockey, more professionally affiliated with Russian hockey probably, doing hall of fame stuff and ceremonies etc etc. But on the flip side he definitely  coaches a timbits level team and doesn't push them at all, just likes to watch them waddle about and encourages the goalies to get up when they fall, cheers them all on, gives them advice when they ask for it, tows them around on the ice.

"Coach GENO!"

“G! G! G!”

He gets a kick out of how tiny their skates are and gets really good at fixing braids that have come undone under helmets.

Sid, on the other hand, lives his true dream to fade into the background and gets hard core into stats analysis. Nobody has eyes like Crosby except Crosby, so he uses it to his advantage and starts revolutionizing the way the Pens’ back end works regarding stats and player development. No more Jack Johnson situations on Sid’s watch. Just Sid in his happy place, poring over spreadsheets and watching tape all day and talking hard hockey numbers.

And of course he probably also becomes a backseat owner of the pens, buys Mario's shares that is, because eventually Mario will get old and grey and only golf and lounge in the sun as is his right. (Geno aspires to be that level of retired but alas).

We’re not sure they have kids in this universe. But considering that was the whole reason Geno decided to be okay with getting older we are pretty sure they do, like maybe 8. Maybe 3 dogs (little annoying ones and one classic Golden Retriever to run with Sid) and like 5 cats. There’s a bird at some point and Geno hates it but Geno is its favourite person and he relents and sings it songs in russian while it dances on its perch.

The bird learns Russian.

Geno doesn’t actually hate the bird.

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RESIDENCY (AN OPEN HEART FIC): PART THIRTEEN

Pairing: MC (Jordynne Holland) X Ethan Ramsey X Bryce Lahela; MC X Bryce; MC X Ethan

Masterlist: Click Here

Chapter Rating: T (Swearing, Romantic Tension) 

Word Count: 4900+ 

Description: Ethan takes care of a sick Rookie, and they have a much needed honest conversation. 

Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Jordynne’s background is my own creation, based loosely off of MC in-game’s personality and provided with more details.

Author’s Note: Lucky # 13! Boy, oh boy, did I have a hard time with this update. I was so busy and wrapped in work and felt like I never had the time to write, and then when I finally did have the time to write, my brain would be like “uhhhhhhhhhhhh”. Anyways, it’s here! I don’t know why, but I’ve been so obsessed with the fact MC bought Ethan chocolate, and this chapter is the cultivation of that. Also, the beginnings of more confrontational jealousy/angst with Bryce and Ethan. 

Also, side note: Does Pixelberry have a word for Uber? Like they do for Ikea? I couldn’t remember? I mean, I could have just used Uber, but why would I make my life easier? 

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Previous Updates: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve

PART THIRTEEN

Pacing down the hallway, Ethan rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had been at the hospital for over eighteen hours now, going back and forth between patient rooms, his office, and Naveen.

Slowing down his steps, he tried to peer into the on-call room casually. It was empty — the door slightly ajar, lights off and bunkbeds empty.

Letting out a sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stormed off again. He hadn’t seen Jordynne all day — she had been in emergency during rounds, she didn’t join her friends at their rambunctious table in the cafeteria for lunch, she hadn’t checked in on Naveen all day.

He knew she hadn’t gone home — Dr. Santiago had switched his name to hers on the rotation chart. Not that he had checked…

Ethan knew she could be avoiding him. She probably was. He would do that — if he was her. It would be easier.  Every time he saw her his own head swirled with confusion and want and anger. He had no idea what she was feeling — he hadn't really given her the chance to tell him.

He knew better than to do it — but he just wanted to see her. If he saw that perky blonde ponytail, her crispy white coat, the glint in her eyes as she made a correct diagnosis. If he could hear the confidence in her voice — it would make him feel better. She had been flying through the competition, remaining number one since they returned from Miami — she was doing good.

As he turned the corner towards his office on the fifth floor, his steps faltered.

Jordynne was propped up against a wall, leaning up against it with her eyes closed. Her usual professional outfit — her blouse and white coat were long abandoned for scrubs and sneakers. Her blonde hair was a twisted knot at the nape of her neck, pieces hanging out to frame her face messily. A clipboard dangled loosely from her hand.

She hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Rookie, what are you doing?” Ethan asked, stopping just short of her.

Her thick brows furrowed at the sound of his voice. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and her green eyes finally opened to look at him. She looked exhausted — large dark circles laid underneath her eyes, her tan skin pale but her cheeks and nose were flushed a deep pink. “What do you want, Dr. Ramsey?” Her voice was gravely and raw.

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at her, “Is that any way to speak to your Attending?”

She let out a groan, lifting her head off of the wall to blink lazily at him, “Ethan, don’t...”

His blue eyes studied her face more — it looked thinner. “You’re sick, aren’t you?”

Jordynne shook her head pathetically, “I’m working another double. I’m just tired.”

“Are you really going to try and lie about being sick to the head of diagnostics?” He raised his eyebrows at her, trying to force down the smile that was creeping on his lips.

“I’m not lying,” She raised herself up against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest to match his stance. “I don’t get sick.”

Ethan rolled his eyes at her, noticing the effort it took her to just stand up straight and glare at him. “Sure you don’t.”

Reaching his hand out, he went to touch her forehead, but she jerked back. “What are you doing?”

He swallowed the hurt he felt at her reaction, his hand hovering in front of her still, “I’m seeing if you have a fever.” Raising his eyebrows, he silently asked for permission.

Relenting, she pushed her forehead into his hand stubbornly. She closed her eyes as his cool skin met hers. He could feel her fever immediately — her skin hot and sweaty.

“Rookie, your burning up.” His blue eyes filled with concern as he pulled his hand away. “You need to go home.”

She shook her head at him, blonde pieces of her hair shaking in front of her face. “I can’t, I’ve got patients in beds and ER might need coverage later —“

“Jordynne,” Ethan cut her off, “If you don’t take care of yourself, you can’t take care of your patients.”

Another sigh escaped her lips, “I really don’t want a lecture right now.”

“It’s not a lecture.” Uncrossing his arms, he let them fall to his sides as he caught her eye. “You need to  rest.”

“I can’t leave.” Her voice was quiet but certain.

“One night of rest won’t bump you from being number one in the competition.”

She shook her head at him angrily, “It’s not about the competition. I need to monitor their conditions, I’m waiting on some results —“

“I can do that.” Ethan shrugged, trying to meet her eye again. “You gotta know when to step away, Jordynne.”

“Holland’s don’t quit.”

“God, you sound like my father.” He grimaced, grabbing onto her elbow. “Come on, my office. Now.”

She didn’t move from his touch as he dragged her towards his office. He deposited her onto the leather couch in the corner of the room, before putting his hands on his hips and looking around the room. “Don’t move,” He said quickly, pointing at her before marching out of the room again.

Ethan was only gone for a moment, before returning with a few things tucked under his arms. Folding out one of the thin blue hospital blankets, he placed it on top of her legs carefully. She was studying him carefully, watching his movements.

He placed her water bottle, that he had found at the nurse stations, next to her. He knew it was hers —it was covered in stickers and had her patterned scrunchie wrapped around the top. Finally, he handed her a cool, damp cloth and instructed her to put it on her forehead.

“Sit. Drink.” Sitting down behind his desk, he started skimming through her patient’s files, getting caught up on their symptoms and treatments.

“You really should work on your bedside manner, Doctor.” She said, grabbing onto her water bottle and taking a small sip.

He rolled his eyes at her, “Well, I know you’ll be a stubborn patient.”

Chewing the inside of her lip, Jordynne couldn’t argue back.

“I told Casey and the nurses to come to me with updates.” He spoke without his eyes leaving the documents. “Sleep — I’ll be here.” She remained silent as he read, the only sound was her occasionally re-arranging herself on the couch.

Ethan had to purse his lips to keep himself from smiling — reading through her files and notes. She was good. She was getting better every day — her diagnoses were spot on, treatments were textbook. Her files could be used in case studies.

Looking up from his desk, he noticed Jordynne was laying down on the couch now, stirring slightly and her eyelids fluttered. Moving her files to the side, Ethan started looking over Naveen’s case again. It was driving him insane — re-reading the same work constantly, over and over and over. But there had to be something he was missing. Something he was overlooking.

A soft knock at his door brought him back to reality. Glancing over at the still sleeping Jordynne, he quickly crossed the room to open the door. Cracking the door open, he saw Harper standing outside his office, her hand on her hip. He kept the door open just enough for her to see him — blocking the view of the sleeping intern on his couch from her.

“Emery — what are you doing here?”

“Hi, Ethan. I’m great thanks for asking. How are you?”

Glancing down at his watch, Ethan realized the time. “It’s one in the morning, I’m not in the mood for pleasantries.”

She smirked at him, “It could be one in the afternoon and you wouldn’t be in the mood for pleasantries.”

Raising his eyebrows expectantly, Ethan waited for her to speak again.

“I was just passing by and saw the light on. I’m looking for the doctor on call — Holland?”

He tried his best to hide his swallow at the mention of Jordynne, “I sent her home.” He lied.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “Did she do something wrong?”

“No, she’s sick — can’t be around patients in the state she is in. I’m staying to cover.” He closed the door a little more.

“That’s very nice of you — to cover for an intern.” He knew that voice — she was digging.

“It’s for… the patients. Not her.” He met her eye — staring down at her intently.

“Right.” He wasn’t sure if she believed him. “Well, make sure you get some sleep, okay? Even if it’s on that horrible couch in there.”

She reached out to grab onto his arm, but Ethan moved it to the side, out of her reach— which she noticed. “Goodnight Dr. Emery.”

“Dr. Ramsey,” She nodded, before turning on her heel and marching away.

Letting out a breath, Ethan slid back in through the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he realized his conversation had woken Jordynne up.

“Lying to the chief now?” Her face was still flushed with fever, but she tried to manage a cheeky smile.

He objected. “I didn’t lie.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize your office was my new home.”

He scoffed, “Well, I did send you home. You just didn’t listen.” He sidled up next to the couch, kneeling next to her, “How are you feeling?”

“Tired. Cold too.” She played with her ponytail and unraveled her hair from it. “Sore throat.”

He grabbed his stethoscope out of his pocket and held it up in silent permission. When she nodded, Ethan slid the tip down the top of her scrubs top. Focusing his mind, he listened to her breath for a moment. “Influenza - a cold.”

“Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” She slumped back into the couch, exasperated.

“Twenty-four hours, at least Rookie. I’d better not see you here tomorrow.” He put his hands on his knees and pushed himself up.

“I have the day off.”

“Good, you need it.”  

She eyed the pile on his desk, “Are you reviewing Dr. Banerji’s case again?”

He let out a sigh, “Yes, to no prevail.”

“I thought of a few more ideas I haven’t tested yet. I can’t remember them right now — but I jotted them down in my notebook in my bag. I’ll go get it.” She started straining herself, attempting to get off of the couch.

“There is a no chance of me letting you get off of this couch right now, Rookie. I’ll go get it. And something for your stomach — you need to eat.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t — don’t go anywhere.” He paused at the door, looking her over. His voice was sincere. “Okay?”

“Okay.” She made a point of tucking herself into her blanket, burrowing into her spot on the couch a little deeper. “Locker 37.”

The halls were quiet as he made his way down to the first floor, and headed into the employees' locker room. It didn’t take him very long to find her locker — and it was unlocked. Of course, it was. She was too trusting.

Opening it up, he got a wave of her vanilla perfume wafted towards him. Her locker was messily organized — a pile of textbooks sitting underneath her grey messenger bag, a collection of pens in a magnet holder.  She had her change of clothes folded neatly on top of her stuff. Ethan grabbed her bag and clothes, tucking them under his arm quickly. A loud clatter to the floor made his shoulders hunch up.

Looking down to the ground, he saw her phone sitting face down on the hard tiled floor. Balancing her things on his hip, he quickly picked it up and inspected the screen for cracks. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized there were no cracks -- but he felt a frown form on his face as her screen lit up with texts.

She had tons of missed notifications — which didn’t surprise him. Jordynne was much more sociable and friendly than he was. And she had been working for the entire day — and wasn’t using any of her breaks. Names flashed across the screen — missed FaceSpace from her mom, texts from a Jason — that was her bother, right? — her roommates asking how her shift was going in a large group chat. His heart faltered at Lahela’s name — he knew he would see it. Emojis were twisted into the letters of his name, making it stand out with its color.

💛 🏄🏽‍♂️  Bryce  😊 🐶: This is going to be super selfish, but you should really just let yourself in after your shift? Just stay over here, and then we can start our day of fun as soon as possible. If you know what I mean  😏 . sent at 11:41pm

Ethan felt his stomach twist — feeling the familiar wave of jealousy spreading through his body. It’s what he wanted wasn’t it — for her to find someone else. It would be easier on her that way. But it didn’t mean he liked it. Realizing the invasion of privacy, he shoved her phone into her messenger bag without another glance.

Heading back upstairs, he avoided eye contact with a nurse he didn’t recognize on the elevator before zooming back towards his office. Holding on the strap of Jordynne’s messenger bag tightly across his shoulder, he stopped at the vending machine to purchase instant soups and the nurse station to fill them with hot water. Balancing the steaming cups in his hands, he jimmied his way back into his office — the door flying open quickly.

Jordynne looked up at him standing in the door frame with a look of alarm — his entrance was very abrupt. He crossed the room in a few strides, before holding the boiling styrofoam cups of soup out to her.

“Chicken or beef?” He blurted out.

“What?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Soup. Chicken or beef?”

Blinking, “Oh! Chicken, thanks.” She said quietly, moving her arm to get up off of the couch.

Before she could move further, he handed her the soup — stopping her movement. She smiled at him sheepishly before settling back into the couch. She hugged the soup close to her, relishing in the warmth.

Ethan put his dinner down on his desk carefully, before placing her messenger bag at her side. “Here’s your things.”

Balancing her food onto the arm of the couch, she dug through her bag immediately and pulled out her little black notebook. It was busting at the seams now — it looked like it was stuffed with post-it notes, folded pieces of paper were tucked in between the pages. “Here,” She tossed the journal in the air to Ethan, who caught it between his hands easily.  

“Thanks,” He murmured, thumbing through the book until he found the most recent pages. Holding the book up to read, he maneuvered through his office with ease — opening up the drawer beneath his coffee machine and pulling out plastic utensils. Without really thinking about it, Ethan plopped down onto the couch, next to Jordynne and handed her the plastic fork and spoon. Realizing how close he was, he slid over to the other side of the sofa.

The pair ate in silence — the only sound was the slow slurping of them eating their instant soup and the occasional cough from Jordynne.

“You know, you are way to prepared for this.”

Ethan furrowed his thick brows at her, his nose scrunching up, “What?”

Jordynne waved at their soup, her blanket, his drawer filled with plastic cutlery, “For staying over in your office. I can tell you do this a lot.”

“I — Well, it’s just easier sometimes.” He hesitated, “Besides, you of all people know there’s nothing waiting for me at home.”

She flashed him a look, “I’m telling Jenner.”

“Jenner…,” He let out a humorless laugh, “He deserves a better owner.”

“I think he has a great owner. He just needs to realize that there is a world outside of this hospital.” She looked over at him, her eyes sincere.

Ethan opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. He didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know what to think about any of this. His insistence on taking care of her, the constant fight between his head and heart. The proximity of the two of them on the couch — how he could just reach out and touch her so easily. The text from Lahela. The look on Harper’s face as she questioned him. It was too much — too complicated.

He blinked back to reality as he felt a shift of movement on the couch as Jordynne stood up. “Where do you think you’re going, Rookie?”

“I’m assuming you’re not going to let me go back to my patients?” She took her hand off of her hip and pointed behind herself to the patient rooms surrounding his office.

“No.” He said shortly.

“And there is no way I’m leaving this hospital tonight. So, I might as well settle in.” She bent over and grabbed the clothes Ethan had put into her bag for her.

Ethan tensed as she moved to peel her scrub top off, and he averted his eyes. “Oh, here let me leave —“

“I’m wearing a shirt underneath, Ethan. You can relax.”

Except he couldn’t. His body went on full alert as he took her in, heat spreading across his neck and stomach climbing up into his throat. She had a small tank top on underneath — the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination, clinging to the curve of her waist and chest, the low scoop revealing the top of her cleavage. He swallowed as she pulled a worn Oregon State sweater over her head — hiding the sight of her body once more.

Moving his eyes back down to her notebook, he attempted to focus on her neat printing as she finished changing. He felt the cushion sink as she sat down next to him again, curling her socked feet up onto the couch.

“You’ve thought a lot about this,” He said quietly, thumbing through the pages of her notebook.

“I told you I would help you. Some of the things in there,” She pointed at the book, her eyes half-closed as she rested her head on the arm of the couch, “Probably don’t make any sense… But I thought it would be worth a shot.”

“No, they’re — they’re good. I haven’t thought of Lymphocytic Thyroiditis…. It fits his symptoms.” He scratched at his beard, as he continued reading. As he turned the page, a folded piece of paper fell onto his lap, and he opened it up to find a printed out article. “Rhodes Disease?” He held it up, his eyebrows raised in question.

“I know she’s not officially my patient, but I started looking into it for Mrs. Martinez.”

A smile snuck onto his lips, “So you’re going to find the cure to Rhodes Disease now too?”

A quiet chuckle escaped her lips as she wrapped herself up into the blanket further, “I know it sounds stupid but…,” She trailed off, her voice croaking slightly, “I just don’t want Mrs. Martinez to feel so trapped anymore. She wants to live out the rest of her life outside of this hospital — regardless of how many days she has left.”

Ethan felt a wave of guilt wash over him — his throat tightening as he thought of Naveen alone in his bed in the construction zone. He was the reason he was trapped in the hospital day after day, and for what?

“Stop thinking about Dr. Banerji.” Jordynne still had her eyes closed, her head resting on the couch and blonde hair splayed out behind her.

“I wasn’t—“ But she cut him off.

“Ethan, just for one night try not to overthink and overanalyze everything.” She rolled over onto the couch, getting more comfortable and twisting herself up in the blanket. “You’re already trapped in your office at work with a stubborn patient. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

“Get out of my head, Rookie.” He said with a twisted laugh, sinking into the couch a little further. “And I’m not trapped in here with you. I’m glad I found you when I did — or you would be passed out in some supply closet.”

“You were trying to find me?” She asked, her voice quiet.

“No. Yes. I —“ He stammered over his words, “I just hadn’t seen you and was curious.”

“Mhmm, sure.” Her voice croaked again.

Ethan stole a glance at her — she still had her eyes closed, her lashes casting a little shadow onto her flushed cheeks. Her hands underneath her head to form a makeshift pillow, and her legs were pulled up into herself, curling up onto the couch to make room for him.

Swallowing hard again, Ethan tilted his back until it was resting on the backrest of the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, he tried his best to not start overthinking. _______________________________________________________________________

Pain.

That’s what she woke up to first.

Jordynne’s eyes squeezed shut as she woke up the horrible sensation of a raw, swollen throat. Blinking several times, she woke herself up and looked up at the ceiling of Ethan’s office. The lights were off — a warm glow coming from the lamp on his desk. She didn’t remember them turning them off — she must have passed out on him pretty hard.

Turning her head, she looked down the leather couch and found Ethan still sleeping. His head was tilted back, resting on the backrest with his face to the ceiling. Her eyes traced the line of his jaw and cheekbones, his prominent nose and soft lips. Gulping guiltily, she tore her eyes away and noticed his outstretched arm — his large hand just inches away from her tan one. Did they fall asleep holding hands? Jordynne raked her brain, trying to remember anything but could only recall them talking about Mrs. Martinez and Dr. Banerji.

With a furrowed brow, she slowly reached down into her bag and dug around for her phone to check the time — 6AM. Her face softened as she read the notifications she had missed from her family and friends. She replied to her mother first, quickly typing out an apology for missing their weekly call. After replying to her brother and friends, her finger hesitated over Bryce’s name. Chewing her lip, she glanced between her phone and Ethan before typing out another message.

I’m sure you’ll realize I’m not there when you read this. I ended up sick last night, and camped out at the hospital. Rain check? sent at 6:04am

Jordynne propped herself up on to her elbow, looking out at his office. She hadn’t been in it for a while — avoiding the space like the plague after Miami. Getting up off of the couch slowly, she did her best not to wake Ethan up.

Hunched over slightly from aches and pains, she moved around his desk in search of medicine. He practically lived in the room, she figured he would have to have some. She paused at the papers on his desk — looking at the multiple textbooks he had flipped open and dog-eared, the notepad with his messy, scratchy writing she was just now starting to be able to read. His computer was blinking softly every so often, having long fallen into “sleep” mode, and a cold, stale cup of coffee sat next to it long forgotten.

Opening up the drawers quietly, she rummaged through a few in search of a familiar bottle. As she opened the last one, it caught slightly and caused a sound. Looking down into the drawer, Jordynne’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“Rookie, what are you doing?” Ethan’s sleepy voice asked.

She didn’t reply but instead looked up at him — confusion washing over her face. “What is this, Ethan?”

“If you’re looking for medicine, you’re in the wrong…” His voice trailed off as Jordynne held up several chocolate bars to him.

“Are these — Are these the chocolate bars I gave you?” She questioned, the line between her brows getting deeper.

He opened his mouth, stammering, “I — uh,”

“Are they? Yes or no.” She asked sternly.

“Yes.”

“Why are they in here? Locked away in a drawer?”

He licked his lips, thinking, “Because, I —“

“Because you what?” She interrupted, “Is it also unethical for you to accept a gift from an intern now? How dare I attempt to comfort you with a 99 cent piece of chocolate.” She dropped them back into the drawer with a thump, and crossed her arms over her chest, “You made it seem like it helped. You told me it did.”

He got off of the couch quickly, standing on the opposite side of the desk from her, “It did.”

“Then why are they sitting in your desk, hidden and untouched?” She stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“Because —,” He took a deep breath, his hands were tight fists at his side, “Because I don’t deserve it.”

The pair stood across from each other for a moment — remaining silent as their eyes met.

“I don’t deserve it,” Ethan repeated, letting his fingers out of their fist.

“This isn’t about the chocolate, is it?” She uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her side. Her expression softened, the line between her brows disappearing.  

“All of this — the chocolate, and visiting my apartment, and your help with Naveen. Miami. I’m not worth it, Jordynne.”

She shook her head, blinking, “Don’t say that.”

“I’m not.” He barked, his voice louder than he intended. “Everything that we’ve done — that I’ve made you do…” His voice trailed off as he ran his fingers through his thick hair, “This isn’t my risk to take. It’s yours. And risking your career, and reputation, on me? I’m not worth it. I don’t deserve that.”

Jordynne moved around the desk, and she watched as Ethan gulped at her movement. “Like you said, it’s my risk to take.” Her voice was still gravely and raw from being sick, but sincere. She stopped just in front of him, moving her neck to look up at his face. “You wanna know what I think? I think, that this,”  She pointed back and forth between them, “Means something. It means a lot.” Without really thinking about it, she reached her fingers out and grabbed onto his. “And locking it away in a desk drawer, or avoiding each other in the halls, and Donahue’s isn’t going to change that.”

She felt her heart leap at the sensation of him holding onto her fingers tighter. “We keep coming back to this,” He said, his voice low.

“It’s inevitable.” A small smile tugged at the corners of their lips at the word.

Jordynne looked up at Ethan, meeting his blue eyes with her green ones. All of him — his thick eyebrows, the bags under his eyes, his dark stubble; his fast quips and smart mouth, his never-ending knowledge, the way he tugged on the back of his shirt when he was nervous — how did he think he wasn’t worth it?

“I really wish I wasn’t sick right now.” She sighed, her voice rawer than before.

He met her sigh, “Me too.”

She eyed his mouth, licking her pink lips shiny, “But getting Dr. Ramsey sick wouldn’t be very good for the hospital, would it?.”

“It may be a tad suspicious too.” He joked, raising an eyebrow.

“There are other ways to get sick, Ethan.” She smiled cheekily, but the sound of a knock at the door caused the two to jump.

Ripping their hands apart quickly, Ethan flashed Jordynne a look before heading to the door. She quickly grabbed her messenger bag and notebook, pulling it onto her shoulder as he opened the door.

“Dr. Ramsey, hey, I was actually just looking for —“

“Bryce?” Jordynne peered over Ethan’s shoulder to see Bryce standing outside, his arms crossed over a puffed out chest.

“Jordy, hey.” Using his shoulder, he moved past the Attending and into his office. “I didn’t think I’d find you up here. I checked the on-call room, but you weren’t there.”

“Oh yeah,” Panicked filled her for a moment, “I was just getting an update from Dr. Ramsey on my patients. He covered for me last night, so I could try and sleep whatever this is off.” Her fingers wrapped around the strap of her bag tightly.

Bryce’s smile faltered a bit, but he grabbed onto her anyway, “Well, let’s get you out of this place and go home? When I saw your text I ordered a Dryver right away — they’re waiting outside.”

“Oh,” She blinked, trying to catch Ethan’s eye but he was looking down at the floor. “Okay…”

As the pair walked over to the door, Bryce grabbed onto the strap of her messenger bag, “Here, I’ll take that for you.” He slung the bag over his head easily, before holding the door open for her to leave.

Jordynne glanced behind her again, hoping to catch his eye once more.

She did. They were filled with uncertainty, as he watched her walk away. “Feel better, Rookie.” He said, his voice back to its usual cold tone.

As Ethan went to the grab the door from Bryce, he paused as the surgical intern turned to face him, only about a foot apart, “Thanks for the assist, Dr. Ramsey. But I’ll take it from here.” He flashed him a devilish smile, before turning on his heel and wrapping his arm around Jordynne.

Dumbfounded Ethan watched them for a moment, before closing the door a little harder than he intended. Letting out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, he leaned up against the door, placing his forehead onto the wood. 

What did they just get into?

Part Fourteen

[omgjasminesimone]

New Year’s Resolution

Bryce Lahela x MC (Casey)

Words: 2488

Author’s Note: Repost. I’m having tag issues so I tried to edit them but ended up deleting all the text instead. Oops. My first Open Heart story! I like Open Heart almost as much as I like Ride or Die. All the characters are so well written. Hope you guys like it!

“Dr. Valentine.” Bryce greets, taking a seat across from her at the empty lunch table where Casey is flipping through a medical textbook. He has two coffees from the hospital café in his hands.

“Dr. Lahela.” Casey returns, smiling at him briefly before returning her gaze to her textbook.

“What are you looking for?” Bryce asks, passing her one of the cups.

She takes it, looking at it skeptically. “Is this-“ She begins before Bryce interrupts.

“No cream, no milk, four Splendas even though that artificial sweetener is going to give you cancer.”

“Those studies were inconclusive.” Casey insists, taking a sip of the drink. “I didn’t know you knew my coffee order.”

Bryce smiles and winks flirtatiously. “I know exactly what you like.” His smile grows as she blushes involuntarily at the insinuation.

“To answer your question,” she changes the subject, “I’m trying to diagnose my patient. He’s presenting with signs of a brain tumor, but I already ran a MRI and I didn’t find anything. There must be something in here…” She trails off as she flips through more pages.

“That sounds important. And I have a surgery so I should get out of your hair. But first, I wanted to ask you something.”

Casey continues to read, looking like she might be on to something. “What?”

“Will you accompany me to the Edenbrook New Year’s Eve celebration? It’s in a swanky hotel and there’s an open bar.”

She pauses in her reading to look at him. “Aren’t we working? I thought all the attendings were going which puts all us lowly residents on duty.”

Bryce’s smile widens even more. “All the lowly residents besides us. I won us tickets and the day off thanks to being such an incredible athlete.” He boasts.

“So you beat the chief in that basketball tournament.” Casey translates. “You know, most people would have let the chief win.”

Bryce scoffs. “I always play to win.” He looks at her knowingly and she tries not to be the first one to break eye contact.

“Dr. Valentine.” Dr. Ramsey is suddenly standing beside their table. Ever since Miami, it’s been Dr. Valentine instead of Rookie. As if the nickname is too intimate. “Let’s go.” He says shortly, turning on his heel and walking away without checking to see if she’s following.

Casey downs the rest of her coffee quickly and stands, clutching her textbook to her chest. “Yes. I’d love to go.” She says to Bryce with a smile before rushing off after Dr Ramsey.

Bryce’s ever present smile melts away as she walks away after Dr. Ramsey. Ever since she went to Miami with the attending almost 3 months ago, something has been different. She’s distant. They still hook up occasionally, but it’s much harder to get her to agree to go out with him on anything resembling a real date. He’s sure it has something to do with Dr. Ramsey. He’s seen the way the two of them look at each other when they don’t think anyone is looking. He feels the jealousy bubbling up in his gut, but he squashes it down. He’s not a jealous guy. He’s never been that guy.

He runs a hand through his hair irritably, shaking his head to clear it. At least she agreed to this New Year’s Eve date. And like he told her, he plays to win. He’s not just going to just let Dr. Ramsey steal her away. Bryce has never been the guy who doesn’t fight for what he wants.

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Bryce holds the full flutes of champagne over his head as he navigates through the increasingly rowdy crowd, the music of the live big brass band blaring. It was very obvious that these attendings rarely let loose. They were certainly making up for lost time. He does a double take when he sees Dr. Delarosa and Dr. Mirani engaged in a very drunken make out session in the middle of the dance floor. Bryce simply shakes his head and continues on his way back to his stunning date. Casey is standing at a small table and scrolling through her phone. She looks amazing in the embroidered blue dress she’s wearing, complete with a cape. He was actually speechless when he picked her up, and she really seemed to enjoy rendering the always gregarious Dr. Bryce Lahela without words.

He places the alcohol on the table, placing a hand on the small of her back to let her know he has returned. She turns to look at him, and he places a quick kiss to her lips. She smiles when he pulls away, but then her eyes catch something over his shoulder and the smile drops. He subtly checks what she’s looking at and is dismayed to see Dr. Ramsey looking at them from a table in the corner. He’s leaning on the table, drinking what looks like scotch, and looking at Casey with something akin to heartbreak. He quickly looks away when he sees he’s been spotted, trying to look nonchalant.

Bryce returns his gaze to Casey. She’s biting her bottom lip worriedly and looking upset. Bryce sighs. This isn’t how he wants to end the evening. So far, it’s been quite enjoyable. They’ve danced, they ate, they’ve been taking full advantage of the open bar. Bryce picks up their champagne and gestures to the hotel balcony, where there’s a beautiful view of the Boston skyline and the harbor.  

“Want to get some air?” He asks.

Casey nods, seemingly glad to have a reason to leave Dr. Ramsey’s proximity.

The pair step out into the slightly chilly Boston air. Because it Is a little cold, they have the balcony all to themselves. Bryce places their drinks down on the wide stone balcony railing, shrugging out of his tux jacket and placing it on Casey.

“I was fine.” She insists, but she slips her arms into the jacket, feeling much warmer.

He gives her that trademark Bryce Lahela grin. “Can’t be responsible for Edenbrook’s number one internal medicine resident getting sick and missing work. Jackie would love it, but I don’t want you falling down the ranking.” He teases.

Casey sighs, sipping her champagne and looking out at the harbor. “I should drop out of that stupid competition.” She mutters.

“You shouldn’t. Don’t hide your greatness Dr. Valentine.”  Bryce insists, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

She leans back into his embrace. “Is it worth it if I lose all my friends?”

“I’m your friend. I’m not going anywhere.” Bryce insists.

“Is that what we are? Friends?” Casey questions softly.

Casey can feel Bryce gulp nervously since she’s in his arms. One of his arms leaves her to reach for his drink, downing it quickly. “Are we having the DTR talk?” Bryce asks.

“DTR?” Casey questions.

“Define the relationship.” Bryce clarifies.

“Why do you insist on speaking teenager to me?” Casey asks, wrinkling her nose distastefully at the acronym.

Bryce laughs. “Come on, we’re not that old. The attendings aren’t hip with the kids, but us residents know what’s Gucci.”

Casey finishes her drink, placing the glass back down on the railing. “Nevermind. We don’t need to define anything. I think I’m breaking up with you.” Casey says, deadpan.

“Hey!” Bryce complains, turning her around so they’re facing each other. He pulls her flush against him. “Even if my youthful spirit bothers you, I know there are other things about me you really like.” His hands trail down her back, stopping to rest on her perky backside and squeezing flirtatiously.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaning against him and swaying to the music that they can still faintly hear from inside. “There are certain things I like about you. Like how you bring me coffee.” She jokes.

Bryce laughs, kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed this.” Bryce admits, burying a hand in her dark curly hair.

She pulls back slightly to look in his eyes. “What?”

Bryce thinks about telling her that he’s missed her, that she’s been distant since her trip to Miami with Dr. Ramsey. But he really doesn’t even want to bring Dr. Ramsey up. He wants it to be just the two of them, no one else on her mind. He shakes his head. “Nothing.” He finally says.    

She looks like she’s going to insist he tell her, but then the New Year’s Eve countdown starts from inside.

“10!” The crowd yells.

“You can tell me.” Casey promises.

9…

“I know, I feel like I can tell you anything.” Bryce admits.

8…

Casey places a hand on Bryce’s tan cheek.

7…

“Really? I feel like you still have your walls up.” Casey admits.

6…

“You don’t go for the mysterious type?” Bryce jokes, trying to lighten the serious turn their conversation has taken.

5…

“I’d like to really get to know you Bryce. If you’d let me.”

4…

Bryce stares into her caramel eyes, as if he’s trying to discern if she really means it.

3…

His hand presses into the small of her back, pulling her flush against him once more.

2…

Bryce places a kiss right below her ear.

1…

“I love you Casey.”

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“Bryce, hey!” Sienna waves at him from the hospital parking lot, locking her car door and walking over to his car. “Happy New Year! I know I’m a little late since it’s January 4th and all, but I just got back from visiting my parents, so forgive me.”

Bryce flashes Sienna a charming smile and gently sits on the hood of his car. “Happy New Year Sienna. Feeling refreshed?” He asks.

“It was so nice to not be stressed out constantly! I almost forgot what that feels like. Best way to start the New Year. How was your New Year’s Eve? My roommates told me you and Casey went on a super fancy date.” Sienna says cheerfully, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Bryce sighs. “I told Casey I love her.” Bryce admits.

Sienna smiles. “That’s great! So you guys are finally official? Everyone saw that one coming. Don’t be too mushy at work. Now that I broke up with my boyfriend I might get jealous if you guys are constantly telling each other how much you love one another and sneaking off to supply closets.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Bryce mutters, looking down at the asphalt.

Sienna frowns. “What do you mean?”

“She didn’t say it back.” Bryce reveals.  

Sienna looks surprised. “Well, what did she do?” She questions.

“Distracted me with kisses. And then we went back to my place. I’d been drinking so I didn’t even realize she didn’t say it back until the next morning. And she bounced while I was sleeping which can’t be a great sign.” It all spills out of Bryce like word vomit, even though he hates being vulnerable. He’s not even particularly close to Sienna, but he has to tell someone.

“I don’t know what to do. Usually, women just throw themselves at me and I don’t have to make any effort. I’ve never said I love you first. Never put myself out there like that, and now…” He stops himself from saying anymore, worried about revealing too much. He’s quickly rebuilding his walls, closing himself off again.

“Maybe she’s just confused, I mean there’s the whole Dr. Ramsey thing…” Sienna trails off, realizing she might have said too much when she sees jealousy and anger flash in Bryce’s eyes.

“Fucking Dr. Ramsey”. Bryce mutters venomously.

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Casey searches through the bins in the supply room for the suture kits Sienna asked for. She doesn’t turn around when she hears the door open. “Sienna? Are you sure they’re in here?” She asks, pushing the bin back onto the shelf after searching thoroughly.

“They’re not here.” Bryce admits, and Casey jumps at the unexpected voice. She’s been avoiding Bryce lately. Ever since New Year’s Eve. She doesn’t feel like she’s ready to face him, but Sienna obviously must have felt differently. She tries to fight back her feelings of betrayal, reminding herself Sienna is Bryce’s friend too.

Casey takes a deep breath before turning and facing Bryce. “Hi.” She says sheepishly.

“Hey.” He returns. “We need to talk.” He adds.

“About?” She feigns ignorance.

He rolls his eyes. “Casey, I told you I loved you, and then you snuck out of my bed in the middle of the night.”

“Sorry.” Casey apologizes.

“For what? Not saying it back? Or sneaking out?” He asks.

“Why did you say it?” Casey asks softly.

“What? You don’t think I meant it?” He sounds very offended at that notion.

“We’d both been drinking.” Casey reminds him.

“I wasn’t drunk Casey.” Bryce insists.

She’s avoiding eye contact with him, looking like she’s planning her escape from the room.

“Do you want me to take it back?” He asks, exasperated.

She finally looks at him. “No, not if you meant it.” She admits.

Bryce feels some relief at that, stepping closer to her. “I did mean it.”  

Casey looks conflicted. “I wanted to say it back.” She admits.

“Casey-“ He starts.

“But there’s someone else.” She admits, watching his reaction warily.

“Dr. Ramsey.” His tone is flat, not revealing the intense hatred he feels for the attending at the moment.

She nods. “We kissed. In Miami. He stopped it before it went any further, and nothing has happened since, but I just feel like it’s not really over.” She confesses.

There’s silence for several moments. “Why are you chasing something you can never really have?” Bryce asks.

“What do you mean?” Casey questions.

“An attending? Your boss? It would ruin your reputation. You’re too great of a doctor to let this ruin your career. You guys could never actually be together. You’re purposely going after someone unattainable, someone inappropriate, someone you can’t have. And I’m right here. Not an attending. Not your boss. Someone you can have. Someone that loves you, Casey.”

Tears well up in her eyes at the truth in his words. She has a habit of self-sabotaging. Is that what she’s doing? Pining after Dr. Ramsey just to avoid starting something real with Bryce? Avoiding a potential break-up by never starting anything serious in the first place?

He steps directly in front of her, taking her face in his hands and wiping away the tears falling down her cheeks. “Casey, this is me opening up. Telling you everything. Taking my walls down. It’s my New Year’s Resolution. ” He kisses her softly, and is relieved when she kisses him back.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against her’s. “Can we have a do-over?” He asks.

She smiles and nods.

“Casey Valentine, I love you.” He confesses, again.

“Bryce Lahela, I love you too.” Casey admits.

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[shreyamistry]

33 & 34 on Fluff/Angst for Slater x M!Mc

Pairing: Slater x MC

Prompt: “Please don’t do this.” + “Don’t cry.” 

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: Slater and Cooper continued their relationship off camera, playing up Slater’s villain character and Cooper’s flirty clash to gain screentime and bring the views that Jen and Omar needed/wanted from them. Until the finale, when Cooper finds out Adam will propose to him and he has to choose between what’s expected of him and Slater.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve wanted to write Slater for ever,,, I love he. PB let me marry Ivy or Slater challenge. I did relationship building since it strays from canon a lot. For some reason I got NSFW inspiration so it’ll give you a sad boner at least lmao. 

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it!

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Winter raged outside the window from the bedthat Cooper and Slater lie in. Snow fell in heavy piles outside coating theearth with a thick sheet of winter wonder. The room brewed with warmth from theheating and the actions between the two competitors, and Cooper enjoyed thefeeling of warmth from Slater’s body as they adjusted from the warm Miami sun.He missed the snow, Cooper grew up in upper New York and after ditching homefor the bright lights of Miami for college, he ended up staying there.

He pours his attention back to the contestant inhis bed, their legs tangled together. Cooper drags his finger down Slater’schest, pressing a kiss to his neck. His teeth nipping at Slater’s skin, hislips warm and soft against Slater’s smooth skin. Slater lets out a throatygrunt, his head tilting up to let Cooper continue to kiss against his body hishand snaking into Coop’s red locks of hair. His lips following the curve ofSlater’s neck down to his collarbone, the warmth of Slater’s skin tantalizingon his mouth, passion burning under his touch. Slater shifts in the bed, thebottom half of their bodies covered with sheets as he looks at Cooper with darkeyes, heavy with lust and emotion.

“You’re amazing.” Slater whispers, “I’ve neverhad someone feel so good.” Cooper blushes under Slater’s look, his body feelingsore from Slater’s girth. His muscular figure glistens with sweat as doesCooper’s, he kisses his neck again nuzzles his head against.

“I told you, I know what I’m doing Slate.” Hebrushes his hand against Slater’s cheek, turning to look at the alarm clock onthe bed in his bedroom. He leans overturning it the other way before turningback to Slater a smile on his lips. “Production needs us soon.”

“I’d rather be in here with you,” Slater replies,his voice hidden with a façade of nonchalant emotion, “I seriously do not wantto film with Vince.”

“Let’s not think about Vince. Like ever.”Cooper responses, moving to throw one leg over Slater climbing on top of himstraddling his waist as he leans down kisses against Slater’s chest. Slatergroans in response, his body giving into the pleasure again, enjoying the addedweight of Cooper’s body against him. “I haven’t been with someone since we setup that prom for Mack’s sister.”

“I can tell, you’re eager.” Slater chuckles,his voice husky in a low whisper as Cooper pushes himself against Slater’sbody, easing Slater in with the pleasure of Cooper’s body working with him. Hecontinues to move against Slater’s body, brushing against his firmness with agrin, as Slater looks caught between the pain of filming hot and bothered or riskinggetting caught. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m America’s Flirt for a reason.” Cooperchuckles, “Production doesn’t give me enough time alone with you. Do you thinkwe have enough time?”

“Not in the slightest.” Slater replies, “Weshould quit the show.”

“What?” Cooper shakes his head, “You’retalking crazy now Slater.” He runs his fingers down Slater’s chest, his firmmuscles flexing under his touch as he explores Slater’s skin with his hands,massaging into him gently. “Don’t tell anyone, but I won the audience vote. Ican put us on the same team again, you won’t have to be up for elimination.”

“Who cares anymore? There’s no way I’ll maketop four after the shit I’ve done.”

“You’re crazy Slate.”

“You like crazy.” Slater grins, touchingCooper’s face. “What if I still go home?”

“I won’t let that happen.” Cooper replieskissing Slater’s hand, “Trust me. I have a plan, distract Vince for me and I’llensure he gets what’s coming to him.” Cooper brushes his lips against Slater’sraking his hands through the tanned surfer’s hair, “Don’t you trust me?”

Slater stays quiet looking over Cooper, “Itrust you. Probably for the worse.”

“Good,” Cooper smirks brushes his hand againstSlater’s lower half, “Five minutes until were needed at best, round two.” Hesmirks against Cooper’s face, pulling at his lower lip with his teeth earning amoan from the flirty contestant. Slater’s hands resting on Cooper’s shoulders, lettingSlater pulls back the blanket with one of his legs knocking them to the sidewith ease. He then lets Slater guide his body to meet his, letting themselvescome into one with. Moans leaving both of their lips, hands holding onto eachother for support, losing their minds drunk on each other and the pleasure.

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The finale approached with gusto, Cooperwatched in shock as the rug was pulled out for under him and he lost the rightto switch partners watching as Slater got eliminated. The look Slater gave himwhile Vince went off on his high horse about how terrible Cooper was, hecouldn’t even listen, just watch Slater. He held himself back from reaching outto Slater on camera, knowing he couldn’t break the mold they’ve made for hisand Slater’s storyline. Slater barely looked back at him, keeping his hands inhis pockets looking crestfallen in his blue and white striped jumper with astitched palm tree.

His guilt had been through the roof for theway it ended that night and he knew he had to make it right, however, Adam wasbeginning to make that seemingly difficult. He knew sleeping around with Adamseason ten would bite him in the ass, but it was a show and nothing more. Yet,Adam seemed to think otherwise. He never made Adam believe they were more thanjust friends with benefits, he’s been hooking up with a lot of contestants andAdam knew that. He wasn’t particularly sly about it his first season, but thenhe met Slater and it changed for him.

Cooper found himself out of earshot of theproducers in hair and makeup, Fatima silently worked on his makeup, touching uphis under eyes with powder before moving to his hair. His hands rake throughhis red locks brushing them back.

“You alright, Coop? You’re not typically soquiet.” Fatima asks, she places a bobby pin in his mouth applying the gel to herfingers to help keep Cooper’s hair in the style she seeks.

“Just thinking about Slater,” Cooper answered,“I don’t know how he feels since the…well you know.” Fatima clasps his shoulderwith her ungreased hand, moving to stand in front of him, crouching slightly toget on his level.

“You really care about him?” Fatima asks,“He’ll understand if he cares about you.” Cooper shrugs with a sigh, the soundsof Jen and Omar’s voice taking them out of the moment, drawing their attentionto where they were right outside the door. Fatima and Cooper exchange a look asthey talked outside the door listening in on the producers’ gossip.

“TheAdam/Cooper proposal will be the highlight of this season. I just worry about Cooper, he didn’t show interest when you asked him in anyone.”

“Ratingsgold. Besides, you’ve seen the way he acts around Adam, he was being shy.”

“Cooper? Being shy?”

They walk out of earshot leaving Cooper and Fatima to think about the words they spoke, the words racing through Cooper’s mind. At least Jen considers how he’d feel about being proposed to by Adam. “PROPOSAL?!” Cooper’s eyes widen in fearlooking at Fatima who struggles to keep a professional facade. She smilessoftly at Cooper, before moving back around him to finish fixing his hair.“Fatima, you knew?”

“I made his outfit.” Fatima sighs, “You’regood to go.” She places the gel onto the table brushing her hands together asshe packs up a few of the products her back to Cooper who sits in silence onthe chair. “Talk to him, Coop. Don’t let him be blindsided when you’re onstage.”

Cooper easily found Slater hanging out with afew of the jury members, mindlessly snacking and talking about the competitionat hand. Slater stood off towards himself, standing awkwardly with Ivy whosipped iced tea peering at her watch occasionally making random conversationwith Slater. Cooper throws a rock at the back of Slater’s leg to get hisattention from a distance, before motioning Slater to follow him. Before long,Cooper found himself locked in a bathroom with Slater, Cooper out of breathfrom running with Slater looking on him with confusion.

“If you wanted to get me alone, all you had todo was ask, Coop.” Slater grins, moving towards Cooper, his hands falling onCooper’s waist backing him up against the sink pressing their bodies againstone another’s. He presses his hands firmly against Cooper’s back, his lipscraning towards Cooper’s. “I’ve missed you.”

“No,”Cooper presses his hands against Slater’s chest backing him up, “Adam’s goingto propose to me, Slate.” Cooper’s hands stayed pressed against Slater’s chest,his mind racing with thoughts and confusion. His eyes meet Slater’s who lookshurt almost, confused mostly. A flicker of pain passing his face beforesettling into casual disdain from the idea.

“Are you going to accept?”

“Slater, I don’t know.” Cooper shakes, hishands clamming up as he holds onto Slater’s lapels of his suit jacket, thefloral print wrinkling under his touch. His head raced with thoughts, he knewhe could never really marry Adam, but he couldn’t handle pretending he couldhandle the pressure of media circuit and the messy break “public” break up. Heneeded to talk to Jen, if anyone could help him it’d be her, he suddenly feltregret picking to talk to Slater over her first. “I don’t know what to do. Whatdo I do?”

“Pleasedon’t do this, Coop.” Slater whispers, “You can’tpretend to marry someone for television. Or at least pretend to marry me,you’ve said it yourself, you care about me more than anyone here.”

“I know, Slate.” Cooper breathes out deeply,“But, if I turn him down on national television…what happens?”

Slater face twists with emotions, “I don’tknow, Coop.”

“What happens for us if I say yes?”

“You don’t want an answer to that. Even if youdon’t mean it when you say yes, you don’t want me to answer this question.”Slater’s voice was stern pointedly looking at Cooper, his eyes boring theemotions he felt and he meant it. There were few things Slater truly caredabout and right now; Cooper was one of them.

Cooper swallows roughly, “Okay.” He nods andlets his hands brush down Slater’s suit jacket. Tucking his face down to hidehis feelings, his heart racing in his chest. Slater takes his hands into hisown, offering him an encouraging smile, his dark brown eyes heavy with emotionsbut honest love shone through. “Slater…”

“I didn’t come here just to talk about Adam,”Slater laughs, he moves a hand under Cooper’s chin, inclining his face upwardsto look at him. His hand holding Cooper still, as he peers down at him throughhis lashes wickedness behind his gaze. “Let me show what you’ll be missing ifyou say yes.”

His lips find Cooper’s in a rough kiss, pushesCooper onto the counter leaned into the kiss with force. Cooper groans kissinghim back just as fiercely, dragging his hands down Slater’s back. Slatercontinues to kiss him, his lips soft and slick against his own, as Slater useshis hands to push Cooper’s legs apart standing between them. His kisses followthe trail down Cooper’s lips to his jaw forcing his head backward as he nipsat the skin.

“Slater!”

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“Will you marry me?” Adam grins on one kneeholding his ring out to Cooper. Cooper watches him with wide eyes, looking upto meet Slater’s gaze from across the room.

“I… I…” Cooper’s heart clenches in his chestunable to put words to his emotions. His eyes swell with tears as he brusheshis hands down over his own blue suit, the feeling of Slater’s body against hisown burning in his memories from hours before this. He couldn’t do it, butproduction wouldn’t let him back. He brushes the back of his hand against hischeek to brush back the tears. Jen’s words in his head, ‘You don’t have to love him or want him, just say yes for the show.We’ll pick up the aftermath and deal with Adam, I promise. We need you to sayyes though Coop.’

“Don’tcry. Why are you crying?” Adam reaches out to him,taking his hand. “Is this a yes?”

“Adam… I…” he glanced at Slater one last time,Jen standing not too far off from where the jury was catching his eye with aserious look, resolution settling in his chest, he knew what he had to do. Heswallows deeply opening his mouth to speak the words leaving his lips with nohesitation.

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Welcome Elle! Congrats you’ve been accepted for the role of Valentina Cruz, send your account in within the next 24 hours. Also, make sure to check everything out here. 

Out of Character Information.

name: Elle age (18+): 20 timezone: EST activity level: Same as previously stated, it goes around 5-6 but it increases when I’m on break from school. 

In-Character Information.

face claim: Eiza Gonzalez full name: Valentina Crystal Cruz age: 26 birthday: December 29th 1993 hometown: Miami, Florida current location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania gender identity: Female orientation: Bisexual ships: Age gaps and super understanding people will be the best for her and her storyline, otherwise, anything wish chemistry is good! anti ships: Forced, No Chemistry. triggers: None occupation: Escort and saleswoman for a lingerie store. siblings: None (would be open to step-siblings) +3 positive traits: Loyal, Supportive, Trustworthy -3 negative traits: Tactless, Gullible, Possessive extra details:

She does work in a sexual place and most of her work life involves it, but I don’t roleplay smut. I don’t mind reading it, mentioning it and fading to black once a smut scene is happening, but I will never roleplay it. This is just me trying to say she’s more than what she does at night.

She gets attached very easily to people outside her job, with friends or parental figures. However, commitment is something she does not master yet, or probably never will.

She kind of has two personalities, even outside of her job. The cute and shy Lena and the outgoing and confident Chanel. She can switch from one to the other depending on how comfortable she feels.

Biography.

Born on December 29th 1993 to Alejandro Cruz, a physical education teacher at one of Miami’s high schools, and to Esmeralda Garcia, a mother who always juggled with multiple jobs. Valentina did not arrive on a life already set on a silver platter. To her, family time  was resumed to spending a week with her mother and the next one at her father’s small cabin by the beach. She did not have much, a tutu, dancing shoes and a stuffed animal she named Chanel. Yet, she was not unhappy. How could she have been aware of how unfortunate she was to land in a family that was already broken before she even existed? She could not, because she didn’t know better.

Well, maybe she did. Between the age of six and ten, her parents cooperated to afford her dancing classes. From contemporary, to lyrical and passing by ballet, she learned and loved all of it. After she got in a fight with one of the other girls who shared her classes, she was forced to leave the dance school. She was forced to go back to reality, where her mother and father did not meet to pick her up, did not exchange a smile: did not prove that the broken pieces could be fixed. Valentina was naïve, she did not understand that she would never see her parents in the same room again and that her dream of living like any other little girls she danced with would be impossible.

She was not very demanding, did not believe in the miracle of Christmas and only wanted to spend her birthday with her two parents, which, obviously, never happened. In exchange, Esmeralda saved enough money and put the envelope in Lena’s back pack, sending her by taxi to the cabin by the beach. This ritual was repeated on her 12th and 13th birthday, leaving the young teenager two entire months to spend with her father. They would find new activities for his next year as a teacher, they would collect seashells and make necklaces out of it and, most importantly, they would surf. They would ride the waves at day and stare at the starts, being rocked by the calm water, at night. Valentina had a new hobby to keep her mind busy.

As the young woman’s hair started to lighten up under the sun, her talent started to increase. She won one competition after another, she was becoming a legend in the world of surfing. Some called her a prodigy and nothing could be more realistic: Valentina practically never fell, she dominated the most violent waves and collected gold medals at her father’s cabin. Along with talent and victory came the pressure to participate in bigger competitions, in Malibu or in Santa Monica, sometimes in Ibiza or Australia. No matter how much she begged for it, Alejandro could not afford his daughter’s dream. Neither could Esmeralda.

Valentina quit surfing at the age of seventeen. And by that time, something changed within her. She aspired to be the Miami babe everyone adored. She had wanted a simple life for so long, by the cabin, eating the same thing everyday and spreading positivity around by teaching others how to swim, how to surf, how to let fish play a tickle fight. She loved those kids, with supportive parents. She loved those parents, with enough money to afford anything their kids wanted. She loved this life, but Alejandro hurt his knee while trying to teach his students gymnastic and he had to quit his job for a year. She had to come back to reality, again.

So, she was stuck with her mother all the time. She had nothing better to distract her than attracting trouble at school. Her argumentative behavior that made her win every debate and made of her a witty student was now an issue for every professors. She accumulated the warnings, always managed to get away with them by a wink or a smile. She learned that after watching her mother accumulate the unsuccessful one night stands and from listening closely to her personal stories. Valentina started to sleep around, girls or boys, it did not matter.

She started to sneak out of class, she did not think it would matter. She was not allowed to go to prom as her first consequence. She was not allowed to participate in the graduation party, fearing she would cause too much trouble. She would get the boys excited, she would make the girls jealous. There was a rumor following her footsteps, that even teachers would crush on her. Still, Valentina learned not to care. She got it from her mama.

College was next door and it was her chance to escape from the vicious circle built by the matriarch of the family. Valentina seized the opportunity of moving to New York to apply to college, at a dance program. It was not the greatest nor the worst. She used her surfing scholarship to afford the fees, but she was not accepted. Her grades were a roller coaster, her attendance and behavior issues finally became a problem. She ruined her own chances of having her better life by reproducing the life she had always wanted to avoid.

Thankfully, she had more tricks up her sleeve. Behind her mother’s back, she found someone online who was searching for a roommate. A week later, she was out of the family loft and she was getting to know who would quickly become her best friend. Andrew was a young man, a musician full of talent, and a single dad. The only reason why he accepted Liana as a roommate was because she could do magic with her son, Xavier. They got along instantly, and the deal was sealed. In order to help paying the bills, the rent and the grocery, Valentina accepted all kinds of jobs until she settled with a part-time job at a lingerie store and a full-time job as a nanny to rich, boring and busy families. Kids loved her, lonely fathers did too, sometimes even mothers. She could stay the night once and make more money than she would during the entire month. It lit up an idea.

One of those lonely fathers was a business man, a strip club owner. He obviously noticed that Valentina had a certain talent only he would know how to put under the spotlight. “Do you want a job that will make you afford your biggest dreams?” He said, “I would never refuse anything.” She replied. That was how she started working as an exotic dancer to one of New York City’s highest class strip clubs. It was clean, it was safe: it was the best she could do. She loved to dance, they loved to see her strip down to her naturally tan skin. She was twenty one years-old when she reconnected to a whole different form of dancing she would fall in love with like any other.

Lena ignored that this father was divorcing from his wife who found out about their affair. He tried to comfort her, telling her everything was fine and that they would make it through. She was too important in his life to let her slip away, but that was what happened anyways. She was kicked out of his luxurious condo with nowhere to go for the night. When she came back home to her roommate, her only option was to tell the truth and he, too, kicked her out. She received a huge deposit in her bank account not long after those sad events, then an email, and another one and one more… It was him. He was worried. He wanted to help her.

Not too long ago, he told her he was moving away from his ex-wife and closing his strip club to open another one somewhere else. Without hesitation, she packed her bags and followed him. She was even further to the sea that she loved, but she had nothing to complain about. He paid a lovely apartment and she got a job in a similar lingerie store. She started seeing other clients again. Within a few months of adjustment, she was swimming in money.

Valentina hides behind a persona, she calls her Chanel. Chanel rolls her hips when she walks, bats her eyes when she talks. Chanel knows how to get what she wants. Chanel dances for big crowds, or even privately. In exchange of a pair of shoes, a new set of earrings or simply money, she would spend the rest of night with them. Chanel, and Valentina, loved this life. She could be free, dancing out there in the prettiest lingerie. She could be free, leaving every morning and taking the subway back home. She could be free, pleasing strangers, building relationships, pretending to know what love felt like. She could be free, getting closer to the life she had always wanted.