#choices casey

[theastroghost]

hi it’s been a sec! have a comic!

i headcanon that leo isn’t fond of kids and had to warm up to casey jr

[alasforher]

“A royal and a rebel, arms around each other.

He snaps a photo on his phone and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds.”

[spookykick]

Okay so there was no time skip and they intentionally lied to the MDR innies about how much time it’s been, Milchick should get more than Thomas Jefferson miku binder fanart of Kier because he did so much in a span of a week at most, we all agree on this.

What I WILL say is that Claymation Lumon short would have taken wayyyy more time to produce than just a week (I do stop-motion irl so you can trust me on that) - so my very serious and totally not funny contribution to the theories about the floor below the exports hall definitely has an Animation department made up of people like Ms. Casey that don’t get to leave and just did animation for that short 24/7… because it would have been impossible otherwise. Hurray to Milchick for getting all this going and doing so much of course, but holy shit free those animators for crying out loud!!!! The pixel animations of Kier and Irving too, sure they must have a basic layout they can adapt and reuse for bereavements or something but oh my god AND they aren’t getting paid a dime,,,, at least Milchick is

So the natural solution to this is of course saving Gemma/Ms. Casey but also the crew of animators down there - preferably with a radicalized Milchick helping the MDR along

Ps: read tags for more

[khruschevshoe]

Sometimes I see people say that a book reads like a well-written fanfic (derogatory) and I'm like oh, y'all really don't understand what I'm into. You're saying this has a heavy focus on character development, a slight overindulgence in commas that leads to an almost lyrical rhythm, a few too many fragments so the narration feels more natural/lived in, a couple too many metaphors (though I can never have enough metaphors), just enough world-building to buttress character arcs, and a nice dash of good-old fashioned fanservice? And that annoys you?

Do y'all just not like fun anymore?

[jerzwriter]

Strictly Professional (or not...)

It's Tobias's first day in his new position at Edenbrook Hospital, and Casey lays some ground rules about how they need to interact together. Let's see how long it lasts.

Book: Open Heart (Book 3 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 813 Summary: See Above

A/N: The incredible artwork is a commission by @/artbyainna on Instagram. I wanted to do an Open Heart "cover", but let's be honest, they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other long enough to pose!

Participating in @choicesjanuary2025 - Prompt: New Job

Casey turned the corner, dusting invisible lint off the front of her lab coat as she tried to act nonchalant, even as the sheepish grin on her lips made it clear: this wasn't any other day.

"Good morning, Casey," Bryce smirked, falling into step beside her. "Look at you all dressed up! No wrinkled scrubs today."

"Seriously, Bryce?" She asked, doing her best to feign annoyance. "It's not like I don't wear this outfit all the time."

"Sure," Jackie chimed in. "You wore it intern year, when you were trying to land Dr. Ramsey."

"JACKIE!" Casey hissed as Bryce doubled over laughing.

"Don't worry, Case," Bryce grinned. "Not only did you land him, but you went one further and landed his hotter frenemy. Total legend. They'll be telling your story in these halls for generations to come."

"Thanks, Bryce," she muttered, her cheeks turning red.

"Anytime," he said with a small salute paired with his signature mega-watt grin.

"Actually, I'm here early to talk to Tobias before shift. I know people are aware we're dating, we've told HR and everything... but I want to make sure we're on the same page. We have to be professional at work. No longing stares, no PDA..."

"No, sneaking off to the on-call room for an afternoon delight," Bryce snuck in as Jackie talked about miracles no longer happening in modern times.

"I'm serious," Casey insisted, unaware that Tobias was approaching from the other end of the hall.

Bryce folded his arms and glanced at Jackie, clearly amused. "What do you say? Thirty minutes?"

"Please! Fifteen, tops," Jackie countered.

"Twenty bucks?"

"You're on!" Jackie said, clearing her throat as Tobias joined them.

Casey turned toward him, a blush already settling on her cheeks. She had to admit that seeing him in the halls of her hospital dressed in an Edenbrook lab coat was even more pleasant than she had imagined, but she stayed strong.

"Good Morning, Bryce, Jackie," Tobias nodded before turning to Casey, disarming her when his sparkling blue eyes fixed on hers. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like she was the only person in the world. It was effortless, and she was sure he didn't even know he was doing it. But he hadn't even spoken to her yet, and she already forgot her name.

"Casey," he grinned, reminding her as she tried to rebound.

"Oh, hey, Tobias... uh, Dr. Carrick," she stammered.

"You OK there, kid?" her boyfriend chuckled.

"Yes. I'm perfectly fine," she replied confidently. "I'm just happy to see you here!"

"I'm happy to be here. It's going to be great working together."

"It is," she agreed. "Edenbrook's lucky to have you. Besides, it will be nice seeing you around the halls."

"That's what I'm looking forward to the most," he winked.

"Oh, this is going to implode faster than expected," Jackie whispered as Casey cleared her throat.

"Yes, well, hon... uh, Tobias. I wanted to remind you, we need some ground rules. We have to remain professional. No longing stares, no improper comments, you know... nothing... inappropriate."

Tobias tilted his head, the hint of a smirk curling his lips. "Casey, I’ve been a doctor for over a decade. I think I can handle professionalism."

"Good," she said firmly, but the glint in his eyes made her uneasy.

"Of course," he added, his gaze dropping briefly to her figure-skimming emerald pencil skirt and form-fitting sweater. "If you wanted me to behave, you might’ve reconsidered your outfit today."

"Here we go!" Bryce whispered as Jackie stifled a laugh.

"This old thing?" Casey deflected. "I've had this forever."

Jackie was quick to jump in. "Yeah, since intern year, when you were trying to—"

Bryce slapped a hand over Jackie’s mouth before she could finish, earning a chuckle from Tobias.

"Relax, baby," Tobias said smoothly, his voice low enough for only Casey to hear. "I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Mostly."

"Good," Casey said. "I'm glad we're on the same page!"

As she turned to leave, Tobias called after her with a casual smile. "Babe, can I get a quick hug before you go?"

"Sure," she said, then turned to embrace him viscerally.

Tobias couldn't help but chuckle, his arms encircling her and his hands landing a little lower than they probably should have.

"Except us," Bryce called out, raising his hand like a child in school. "And a twenty bucks richer, Jackie. You guys couldn't even make it to fifteen minutes!"

Casey glared at her friends, then Tobias, insufferably proud, chimed in. "Face it, babe," he said, still holding her in his arms. "We can do our best, but in the end... I'm irresistible..."

"Tobias!" she protested.

"Let me finish!" he laughed. "And so are you!"

"Edenbrook is about to get a lot of free entertainment, isn't it," Casey laughed.

"You better believe it!"

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @openheartfanart

Tagging others separately.

[haveyoureadthisbook-poll]

[rangerzath]

Alex Casey's morning routine. A good FBI Agent always has one.

[storyofmychoices]

Dr. Casey MacTavish for @jerzwriter

Layers: 218

Dearest Elsa,

I am literally the worst! I feel so bad for missing your birthday. I had planned to post this for you, but my mental health had other ideas and left me with zero energy. Most of this week has been a blur, and I hate that I wasn’t there to celebrate you when I wanted to be. I’m SO sorry for the delay, especially knowing you’re going through a rough patch, too.

I hope you’ll still accept this belated gift, a special geometric art of your wonderful Casey! She is truly wonderful, but not even half as amazing as her creator. You are a talented and brilliant writer, a supportive friend, and someone I’m so grateful to have in my life. Happy (belated) birthday! ❤️

Love you!!!!

[yautjaluvr]

casey brackett from the predators is truely my twin bc if a yautja just started going buckwild killing everyone i would of also been like. damn, i really need to get naked rn

[qteachoice]

UNDERCOVER 5TH ANNIVERSARY

[caseyjones2012]

im bitter about the fact that Casey Jones still hasn’t been introduced in TOTTMNT/TMNTMM so I made an AU where Oroku Saki has three children with a woman named Cassidy Jones

[notbecauseofvictories]

It would be incredibly stupid if I Saw the TV Glow didn't work for me as much as We're All Going to the World's Fair simply because I have loved the internet since it was dial-up in my parents' basement, but television wasn't really allowed in our house.

And yet.

[inquisimer]

know the prayer of fury

Lace Harding & Female Mercar | G | 1024 words | No Warnings

✨ read it on ao3 here or read below the cut ✨

When Acacia wakes up in the Lighthouse, she extracts a promise from Lace: leave the past, in the past. Addt'l Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Non-Canon Rook, Minor Neve/Rook, Injury Recovery, Platonic Relationships, Guilt, Regret

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Acacia’s head was still spinning from the hazy vision of waking up injured when Neve walked into the infirmary. The blow to her head—and ego—throbbed dully between her temples. Seeing Varric so beat down wasn’t doing her any favor either, so she guiltily took the easy out as the dwarf laid down with a sigh.

“Sorry if I woke you,” Neve said, flipping through drawers. “I just need some elfroot.”

“I bet you do,” Acacia croaked, wincing. She coughed and reached for the water at her bedside. Cool relief washed down her throat as she ran her tongue over the gritty sludge unconsciousness had made of her teeth. “How’s the head?”

“I’ve had worse. How’s yours?”

“Had worse,” Acacia echoed. “But I’m not bleeding.”

She stepped in front of Neve as she turned around with the bandages and elfroot salve in hand. Pushing her hair back, she frowned at the wound on her friend’s forehead. “That’s going to need stitches.”

Neve waved her off. “You’re not bleeding anymore. And I won’t be either, shortly. I just need to wrap it up for a day or two and I’ll be right as rain.”

“You should let me—“

“I’m fine, Casey.” Neve’s smile tightened and her hair fell back across her face as Acacia reluctantly dropped her hand. “You should go talk to Lace while I patch myself up—she has some ideas about where to go from here.”

“Right.” Acacia scrubbed the crust from her eyes. “Where is she?”

“Down the hall and out the front door. Oh, and watch your step.” Neve mustered a smirk as Acacia reached for the door. “We’re definitely not in Arlathan anymore. Or Minrathous. It’s a long way down.”

“I’m not afraid of falling.”

“Maybe you should be.”

Maybe she should be, Acacia thought, looking around outside. It was one thing to not see the ground; it was another to not know if it was even there.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Lace asked bitterly. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest. Acacia wondered if she was holding back rage, or holding together the broken pieces of her heart. Probably both, she supposed. “Of course he was hiding in the Fade. We never stood a chance.”

“Hey, we did stop him. I think.”

Lace shrugged. “We can’t be certain until we get back to Arlathan. It could be drowning in demons, for all we know. And Varric…”

“Yeah.” Acacia winced. If she felt untethered without Varric at their side, chiming in with sarcastic quips and complaining about his knees, she could only imagine how Lace felt. “I’m sorry, Lace.”

“It’s okay. Well, not okay, but it’s not your fault. You tried—you both did. It just… wasn’t enough.” She ran her palms up and down her arms, freckles twisting as she screwed up her face. Acacia stared pointedly out at the pinkish lavender Fade clouds as the dwarf dabbed at the corners of her eyes. “But there’s work to do. We should see if the Eluvian will take us back to Arlathan. Figure out what we actually did, and get started on damage control.”

Acacia nodded, and bit her lip. “Yeah. Before we go though… what’s it going to cost for you to leave my brother out of this?”

The sharp gaze that made Harding such a strong scout snapped across Acacia like a whip. She much preferred that intense focus when it was directed elsewhere.

“Depends on what you mean by that,” the dwarf finally said. “I have to tell him about Varric. And he deserves to hear about Solas from us.”

“From you, maybe.” Acacia muttered. “I don’t owe him shit.”

“Acacia—“

“I don’t want to hash it out, Lace. I just want to know if you’ll leave my connections to the Inquisition where they belong. In the past.”

“He could help. He would want to help.”

“I don’t want his type of help,” Acacia said flatly. “I didn’t even want Varric telling him that I was with you guys.”

Lace shook her head. “I get it, I do. But holding onto that anger isn’t going to do us any favors.”

“I don’t want it to,” Acacia bit out. The blunt edges of her fingernails dug into her palm as she clenched her fist. “It should hurt. As a reminder.”

“Now that’s definitely not healthy.” Lace grabbed Acacia’s wrist and pried her fingers apart. “You forgave me,” she said quietly. “Why not him? Why not yourself?”

“What you did was a mercy.” Acacia closed her eyes as they burned. So many years gone, so much time to come to terms, and it still ached like a fresh, raw wound. “What we did—what he did, what I didn’t do… that made the mercy necessary.”

She pulled her hand away and opened her eyes, blinking back the tears. “Whatever’s waiting for us in Arlathan, it’s going to be messy enough with dragging up the past. Anyway, you really think the Right Hand of the Southern Divine would help with the fallout of an ancient elven ritual in a way that doesn’t make things worse?”

“I think your brother would. He was always that first.” Lace held her palms up, surrendering under Acacia’s unrelenting glare. “Fine, fine. Mum’s the word. To anyone?”

“Yes. Including Neve.” Acacia sighed. “It’s just… easier that way. Speaking of which, I should go help her with those stitches.”

“I thought she didn’t need any?”

“So did she,” Acacia snorted. “But since she’s still not out here, I might be able to convince her to let me help now.”

Lace’s laugh echoed around her, soothing the ragged edges of their history and sliding it back beneath the rug Acacia liked to keep it under. “Good luck with that. Let me know when you’re ready to head out, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.” Acacia paused, hand on the crumbling banister. “Hey, Lace?”

The dwarfed hummed, raising a brow over her shoulder.

“Thanks,” Acacia said quietly. Lace smiled, bittersweet, but still a good front for that aching pain they both felt. She brushed some loose wisps of hair out of her eyes.

“Anytime.”

[batsplat]

He had such a power, he knew how to use it and he knew how to create everything. He knew how to create problems and he knew how to say things in the media that would get a lot of attention that would try to put pressure on you.

Casey Stoner in 2021 (footage from Assen 2008)

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Two to Tango

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Ramsey

Word count: 1099

Category: Smut

Rating: 18+ Mature content

Warnings: sexual content, language.

Summary: It is the Edenbrook Christmas party and a dance leads to some shenanigans.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It was December in Boston. The Christmas lights set an atmosphere that was magical. Even Ethan Ramsey found joy in the season.

The annual Edenbrook Christmas party was fast approaching. It was to be held at Edenbrook. The atrium always looked magical and the excitement was palpable. Being a work event, fraternizing was discouraged, however given the number of on-call rooms and offices, there were certainly places where such dark deeds could be performed. Ethan was very determined to lead by example but his wife Casey had other plans.

She had ordered a dark green dress, high slit, showing every curve, she knew it would drive her husband wild. It had been an up and down year and she wanted to end the year feeling sexy and desired. Ethan had not seen the dress and she was going to meet him at the hospital. She knew it would test his self control no end and to be honest she was hoping he would give in.

She arrived with Sienna, who wore a red dress for the occasion. They were greeted by Tobias who hugged them both. When Tobias saw Casey he knew that Ethan was a goner. Casey mingled with her friends. Ethan finally arrived, dressed in his trusty Tuxedo. He looked around at the room and he was happy to see such a jovial atmosphere then he spotted Casey. His breath was taken away by how attractive she was. Thoughts of what he knew they would be doing later when they arrived home ran through his head. He made his way down to where she was. He put his arms around her and kissed the side of her head and whispered how attractive she looked. She smiled an enticing smile and thanked him. After doing the rounds of the party together a sensual song, conducive to a Tango started to play. Ethan asked Casey to dance to which she agreed. They danced a tango, a rather sensual version that caught the attention of much of the crowd. Ethan and Casey however did not notice as they were caught up in the moment and the thoughts of what they wanted to do to each other in private. The dance came to an end and everyone cheered. They bowed and moved to the edges of the dance floor.

Ethan grabbed two drinks.

“That was a very bold dance Chief Ramsey” demurred Casey.

“What can I say, the song and that dress called for it.”

Casey blushed. “My , Chief Ramsey, I thought you were wanting to lead by example?”

He walks her to a lift and presses the button to the admin floor. When the door shuts he kisses her hard. He then grabs her hand and places it at his rock hard cock.

“I went hard as soon as I saw you, sweetheart. After that dance, there is no way I am waiting until we are home.” Before kissing her again. Casey was already somewhat aroused after that dance but she knew she was certain drenched now.

The lift was mercifully quick and did not stop. The doors opened and they made their way to Ethan’s office. He opened the door and shut it and moved Casey up against it. He kissed her, more gently this time before marvelling at her dress. He traced his hand along her collar bone, down the valley of her breasts. He slid his hand to her left breast and squeezed. Casey let out a slight moan. Casey then kissed Ethan and whispered in his ear.

“Why don’t you fuck me on that fancy new desk of yours?”

Ethan walked her over to the desk and carefully unzipped her dress. He ripped her underwear off and sat her on the desk. He got her to lay back and he got down on his knees and kissed up the inside of her thighs. He teased the nub with his thumb before circling his tongue and then he entered her. “Fuck” Casey moaned. He ate her out, holding her on the precipice until he let her fall, screaming his name. He then got up. Casey undid the buttons on his shirt and undid his trousers and then removed his boxers. She marveled at his throbbing cock. He asked Casey to stand up and she spun her around and leaned her over the desk.

“If I am going to fuck you on my desk we are doing to properly.”

He entered her with a hard thrust.

“Fuck Casey, you are so tight” he muttered. He set an arduous pace from the get go, massaging her breasts as he pounded into her. He felt the familiar sensations and he moved his hand to her centre, circling her nub.

“So close” Casey mutters. Ethan keeps going, even harder until they climax together. He kisses her and he sits back on his chair. Casey takes a minute and then straddles him.

“Round two” she whispers, as she slides her way down his still hardened cock.

She rocks her hips, enjoying her husband fully sheathed inside her. Ethan then thrusts up and starts to kiss her nipples: she moans from the get go and rides him faster. She is still on a high from the previous two orgasms and she knows she won’t last long but she needed this on a primal level. Ethan sensing this, started to play with her over sensitive clit. Casey stopped him and replaced his hand with hers, allowing him to hold onto her when she climaxed. He continued to suck at her nipples, biting lightly. Casey then succumbs, once again screaming his name, he helps her ride it out and succumbs to his own release.

“I love you Casey” he whispers to Casey, who has now collapsed on top of him.”

“I love you too” she whispers quietly. Ethan carries her to the couch where she lays down resting her head on his lap.

“I needed tonight.”

“I know sweetheart, it has been a mixed year.”

“After the miscarriage, I was all over the place and I know we have been intimate since…”

“You also wanted to feel wanted, I understand fully.”

“We should get back shouldn’t we?” Asked Casey.

“Enough to say that we were at the party. I want to ruin that dress.”

“Thirty more minutes at the party then we leave then.”

“A good idea.”

They get dressed, Casey brushes her hair, thankful that she has left a hairbrush in one of Ethan’s desk drawers. They enjoy the party and make their way home to enjoy the rest of the night in private.

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Authors note: thanks for the prompt @jerzwriter . I have been in a bit of writers block and also time squeeze so this prompt was perfect. This is set in Christmas of 2023. This year Casey is at the end of her first trimester and still enduring random bouts of morning sickness, it is only slight but she is certainly not feeling up to much. Picture of the dress is below and for those who want to know, the dress did not survive when they got back home.

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[jerzwriter]

Happy Valentine's Day from Tobias & Casey

These two don't need a holiday to turn on the romance; they're crazy about each other 24/7, 365! But they love to turn up the volume a little on Valentine's Day, and they have a little tradition they both love.

Each year, they buy each other multiple cards, each more depraved "them" than the next. But amongst the naughty cards, there is always one that expresses their deep love for one another, too.

This year's cards are under the cut! Thank you to @weetlebeetle for the adorable commission! Participating in @februarychoiceschallenge2025 - Prompt: Lust

(Mature content below)

Tobias's cards for Casey:

Casey's cards for Tobias:

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