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The Royal Romance

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Boughs & Mockingbirds   (Masterlist; hiatus) 🍋 King Liam Rys painfully recounts the final week leading up to the birth of the royal heir during Riley’s hospital stay-- in ICU

Deja Vu (Masterlist; in progress) ✨ After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

HOLLER (indefinite hiatus)

The Missionary's Daughter (hiatus) Rejected by the woman of his dreams, Drake Walker hits an all-time low, turning to drugs and alcohol to cope with the sins of his past. But then he meets Margot Hughes, the daughter of the minister of a local mission--and she is vastly different from the other girls Drake is used to meeting. Painfully optimistic. Overly-friendly. Self-lessly generous. She just might be his salvation, but what will it cost her?

Pour Two Glasses (Masterlist, in progress) 🍋✨ In the midst of a violent political war, Queen Riley Rys’s life is dismantled overnight, forcing her to flee Cordonia to live in hiding as a commoner with a loyal, best friend

Stay (Masterlist, in progress) 🍋 With her family facing deportation back to Auvernal, fun-spirited Reid Ambrose quits college to support her family. But as fate would have it, she accepts a temporary job as a caregiver for the royal family, an experience that will challenge her, break her, and devastate her world in the most exciting of ways.

One-Shots

A Ballroom Blitz (for MMM Luck of the Draw event)

The MissioInary’s Daughter (hiatus)

More Than Flashing Lights & Sound

Riley’s Baby(a Creepy Campfire Tale) 🍋

Royal Roulette for WackyDrabbles/ChoicesFlashFics

A Bushel and a Peck (follow-up to Wounded) ✨️

Faded 🍋

Keep Your Head Up

The Mirror (Breathe No More)

The Wedding (Watercolor Ponies)

A Day in Bed (When I Look at You) 🍋

What About Us?

When I’m With You… (Thinking of You)

Wounded

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Master List 2

Prompt #119

Prompt #118

Prompt #117

Prompt # 116:  I don’t believe you.

Prompt #115:  Was that supposed to hurt?

Prompt #114:  That’s not what [I/he/she/you/they] said.

Prompt #113:  This is [my/your/their/her/our/their] lucky day!

Prompt #112:  Are you sure more ______ is a good idea?

Prompt #111:  Why should I believe you?

Prompt #110: Wait, did you hear something?

Prompt #109: I would die before I let anything happen to you.

Prompt #108: Two can play that game.

Prompt #107:  You know where I live.

Prompt #106: You’re gonna get us busted!

Prompt #105:  It’s definitely…. interesting.

Prompt #104:  I can’t do this anymore.

Prompt #103:  Why did you say that?

Prompt #102:  You keep a photo of ________ in your wallet?

Prompt #101:  Were you ever going to tell me?

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CFWC Special Event - Celebrations

During the month of April, CFWC wants to celebrate all the events that bring joy to our lives!

The rules are easy, write a fic about any celebration and tag us at @choicesficwriterscreations and use the hashtag #cfwc celebrations

It can be something happening in the present, recalling an event from the past, or even dreaming of a special day in the future.

In addition to being on the weekly Fics of the Week list, a special Celebrations Masterlist will be posted during the first week of May. Also, feel free to combine your fic with prompts from any other events, for example, @choicesmonthlychallenge April Challenge or @wackydrabbles weekly challenges.

We will select our May Writer of the Month from those who participate in this event.

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Engagements/Weddings

Baby/Bridal Showers

Graduations

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College Acceptance/New Job

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Homecomings

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Birthdays

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ANY CELEBRATION YOU WISH!

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Day 18: Like Never Before

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: For the first time, Casey plans date night with Ethan. He’s a little apprehensive to enter her world, but in the end, he’s pleasantly surprised.

Warnings: None

Words: 1755

A/N: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday 's Luck of the Draw event. The song I received was “Like I’ve Never Been in Love” by Haley Mae Campbell.

A/N 2: I’m also participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge , Day 17, prompt: lucky. I hope you enjoy it! Since I'm being very ambitious, this is also being submitted to this week's @wackydrabbles, the prompt can be found in bold below. Maureen smiled as Tobias made his way down the hall. “Good morning! Lovely day out there, isn’t it?” Their First Two Months Masterlist

THE CHARACTERS OF TOBIAS and CASEY BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

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Maureen smiled as Tobias made his way down the hall. “Good morning! Lovely day out there, isn’t it?”

“Sure is, probably one of the last nice ones before fall. Too bad we’ll be spending it here.”

“Well, at least the company is good,” she smiled.

“You can say that again,” he chuckled, “Especially since Ramsey is off today.”

Unbeknownst to him, Ethan was sitting in the diagnostic team’s office waiting for Casey. Perturbed, he sat at his desk with his arms crossed, eager to surprise Tobias. But his eyes were so focused on the chart in his hands, he didn’t notice Ethan was there until he cleared his throat loudly.

“Jesus,” he jumped, “are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Now? No. Five years ago, my answer may have been different.”

“You’re a regular comedian,” Tobias smiled. “What are you doing here today anyway, didn’t you and Casey have a date?” He cocked his head to take in Ethan’s appearance. “And what the hell are you wearing?”

“Clothes.”

“No shit, clothes, but you’re in a blue button-down and linen shorts.”

“And?”

“Aren’t you going to an amusement park?”

Ethan slumped back into his chair as he exhaled a loud sigh. “Yes… and frankly… I’m a bit terrified.”

“Why?” Tobias laughed, “Scared of the rides?”

“Scared of the amusement park. I haven’t been to one in… god… twenty years, and I’m not all that sure I liked them even then.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s been thirteen years. We went to the boardwalk in Ocean City during med school, and, if I recall correctly, you actually enjoyed yourself. So, why don’t you put on some clothes that won’t get you beat up, pull that stick out of your butt, and try to enjoy yourself. Jesus, Ethan. No wonder everyone thinks I’m so much younger than you. You act like grandpa.”

“Hmm. And here I thought it was your immaturity and, at times, sophomoric behavior that led them to think you were younger than me.”

“Well, there’s that too,” Tobias grinned, “but at least Iknow how to have fun. Lighten up, and I’ll bet you’ll tell me how much fun you had tomorrow.”

“Of course I will. I’ll tell you how much fun I had when it was over.”

“Hey, you want to date a fun, beautiful, younger woman Ethan. You better get with the program.”

“DATE. I asked you to be my best man. Do you need the reminder that we’re now engaged?”

“Oh, shit, that’s right. You’ll forgive me, I’m just always used to being the best man, so it slipped my mind. Now,” he headed toward the door, “go put on a damn t-shirt and sandals and enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t own sandals!” Ethan hollered after him.

_____

“Hey!” Casey exclaimed as she bounced into the office. Her face was aglow and she had the exuberance of a child. Ethan couldn’t help but soften when he saw her that way. “I’m so excited! Are you?”

“Of course,” he stammered, fooling absolutely no one.

Casey plopped down on the desk directly in front of him.

“Now, look here, Dr. Ramsey. I wasn’t exactly an opera and dinners that cost more than a month’s rent kind of girl when I met you. It was uncomfortable for me, but I went, I did quite well, and I enjoyed myself. So now, it’s your turn. It may not be a date you’d plan but keep an open mind. I think you’ll have fun.”

“Fine… besides, I will always have fun if I’m with you.

With a smile, she leaned over to kiss his forehead.

“Good answer!”

“Hmmm, of course, if you stay seated in front of me on my desk like that, I may choose to just stay back here….”

“That will be enough of that, Dr. Ramsey,” Casey said, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the door. “We have a date to go on, and you’re not getting out of it by trying to seduce me.”

“You can’t blame a man for trying.”

_____

An hour later, Casey’s laughter could be heard above all the noise in the park. She was holding hands and dancing with one of the many cartoon-like charaters there to entertain the children, but Casey was a child at heart. She locked hands with the giant cat wearing a superhero’s cape and danced to the lively tune music being played. Shaking his head, Ethan captured it all on his cellphone. He was hoping he could tease her with this later, not realizing that Casey would not be embarrassed by it in the least bit.

“Now it’s your turn!” She yelled, pulling the phone out of Ethan’s hands.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, I love you, Rookie, but there is no way I’m dancing with a freakishly large feline.”

“Then don’t dance, but pose. I’m taking a photo of the two of you together. Right after you apologize to him.”

Casey grinned when he turned to look at her in disgust. He looked much more like an annoyed child than a nearly forty-year-old doctor.

“Casey…” he groaned, “really?”

She fixed a severe glare on him.

“I learned about operafor you,” she hissed.

“Fine, fine!” He said in defeat. But this does not go on Instagram!”

“We’ll see about that,” she smiled. “Thank you Mr. Tabby!” She waved as the Super Cat danced away.

“I cannot believe you have me here,” Ethan sighed as he pulled her into his arms.

“Well, I do. And now, I will treat you to some of this establishment’s fine cuisine!”

“Like the deep-fried Oreos,” he shuddered.

“Mmm, maybe later, but for now, it will be corn dogs, fries, and… we can split a sausage and pepper sandwich.”

“So, essentially a heart attack on a plate.”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey! Do we do this every day?”

“No,” he demurred.

“Then no one is having a heart attack. Live a little. Do you want ketchup?”

“Do you really have to make it worse?”

“Ketchup makes nothing worse, Ethan. You need to get that straight before I say I do to you!”

After lunch, Casey cajoled him into joining her on the bumper cars, two roller coasters, the tilt-a-whirl, and the log flume. Promising she’d go easy on him for the next ride, they headed toward the Ferris wheel. Once they were secured in their car, their stomachs lurched as they ascended toward the sky.

“Geeze,” Ethan gasped. “I don’t remember these things moving so quickly.”

“They usually don’t, but It’s fun. Maybe we’ll get stuck at the top!”

“Well, one can hope,” he chuckled.

Assuming he was being sarcastic, Casey frowned.

“Are you still not having fun?”

“No! I mean, yes. I am having fun. I was being serious. I want to get stuck at the top with you.”

“Why?”

“So I can kiss you up there, of course. I supposed it’s a bucket list item that I would never quite confess to… to anyone other than you, that is.”

“Aww, Ethan.”

The seat swayed as she quickly moved closer to him.

“Could we maybe not do that?” he asked. “If this thing falls and we die, think of how many patients will suffer without our care.”

“Yes,” she said, rolling her eyes, “exactly what I’s be thinking of if we were descending to our deaths.”

After circling a few times, their car did stop at the very top of the wheel. Casey snapped a quick photo of their dangling feet, and then Ethan got to cross one more item off his bucket list. After sharing a sweet, but lingering kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered. “I love you, Casey MacTavish.”

“I love you, too,” she grinned.

Their car swung as the Ferris wheel began moving, and they giggled when their heads bumped together.

“Hopefully, that injury won’t lead to decreased patient care either,” she teased.

Ethan watched her intently as they exited the ride. A bounce in her step matched the overjoyed smile on her face. As dusk began to fall, the park looked like magic. As Ethan took it all in, he realized how much it was like Casey when she was at her best. There were bright lights, choruses of laughter, and exhilarating rides that were a bit scary to get on, but the high of riding was incomparable once you did. Then there were the games of chance, where guests happily parted with their cash believing they would win, but in the end, very few would.

Ethan pulled a few folded bills from his wallet and placed them on the table before him, and he knew he would win. After all, he had already won a precious prize, and there was no way he wasn’t going to win something for her. Casey bounced on her feet and cheered when Ethan knocked all the milk bottles off the podium with one throw of the tattered baseball in his hand. He won the largest prize since he did it on his first try, and Casey happily selected a teddy bear with a polka-dot scarf tied around its neck. For the rest of the night, she was beaming as she carried her bear through the park, nestled under Ethan’s arm.

He shook his head when Casey carefully fastened the stuffed animal into the back seat of his car before joining him upfront. Her cheeks turned red when she caught him staring at her, amusement and wonder in his eyes.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re amazing. Today… was amazing.”

“You act as if you’ve never gone on a date to an amusement park before. Now, Dr. Ramsey, please tell me that’s not true. It’s a right of passage.”

“Sure, I’ve done this before, but being here with you today was so magical that it felt like it was the very first time I had.”

Casey leaned over and kissed him tenderly.

“Everything feels like the first time with you. Now admit it, I planned a great date.”

“You did,” he surrendered with a deep chuckle.

“So, I’ll plan another date for us for next week.”

“Case, let me handle it. I think we should alternate. It was wonderful, and I felt like a teenager, but I’m still 39. With all of the rides I was on, I’m going to be sore as hell tomorrow.”

“Well, you should worry about that tomorrow,” she smiled. “Because I plan on one more ride when we get back home.”

“Well, then we better get home, fast.”

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Southern Gentlemen Be Like

I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​​ prompt # 143  Get away from here will appear in bold.  

This is also chapter 3 of The Blue Honey Cafe if you need to catch up please click :  The Blue Honey Cafe and it will take you to my masterlist for it.  

The Book: TRR Pairings:  Anyone’s game at this point  TRR MC is single Word Count: 1422 Warnings and ratings:  None  this is tamer than my normal stuff  maybe it will start heating up soon. Song Inspiration: Riding Solo by Jason Derulo  as my TRR MC is playing the single field right now.  

Summary:  Riley has some alone time training with Liam. 

Liam, Riley, Maxwell, Bertrand, and Maxwell are PB characters,  all others are my own characters to help us tell our story.   

  Original Post 04/20/22 at 7:26PM EST.

Riley hit the snooze alarm once rolling back over on her side in her queen size bed.  When her alarm went off again, she got up and turned on the tv and listen to the weatherman.

“Going to be another scorcher today!  Heat index  will put the temperature in triple digits by noon.  Heat advisory is in effect for all the viewing area.  If you must be outside today for extended periods of time stay hydrated."

Riley walked over to her closet and decided light colors to try to keep herself as cool as possible was the way to navigate today.  

She decided to wear  a white  and powder blue boat neck top, and powder blue pencil skirt.  With her added jewelry, accessories and makeup, she elevated the look to a chic business professional look. 

She got the ideas from a fashion blogger she followed, who was a former Miss USA.  Riley looked trendy and chic and hadn’t paid much for her outfit.

She pulled her hair in an updo so she wouldn’t have her hair on her neck, as she knew she would be walking a few blocks here and there, as it was easiest to travel  around where she worked after she parked in the parking deck.  

She headed over for breakfast at the Blue Honey Cafe, and Mason greeted her with a smile.  They stared at each other for a moment in silence; he decided to be the bold one and step out on faith that he was starting to get to know the beautiful woman in front of him, who didn’t seem to mind a blue collar man.

“That’ll be 8.02.”  

Riley bit her lip staring at him.

Without saying a word she got out her debit card and handed it to him.  

“Your food will be out in a few, I’ll bring your juice over in a minute.”

“Thank you Mason.”

He watched Riley as she ate her breakfast; there was a small smile on her lips the whole time as she ate her shrimp and grits.  Being that there was a break in customers he walked over to her.

“What is making you smile while you are eating?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something about this dish Mason.  I love it, because it feels like love.  I can’t explain it any better than that.  I have never had anything like this, where I am from, but yet it feels like home.”  

Mason pointed to the picture of Pops hanging on the wall.

“You’re starting to understand.  I told you, good food, feeds your soul too.  This was Pop’s first recipe he made when he opened this restaurant, and his favorite meal. I swear every time I eat this, I feel Pops, and can almost hear him laughing gregariously from the kitchen, or out here talking to everyone.  That’s why, it’s my favorite too. This dish is Pop's love for everyone, served on a plate."

"I can feel that."

"I'm glad you're starting to open yourself up to the southern lifestyle."

"Me too." 

Riley finished her breakfast and headed on to work.  Bertrand called her to his office once she walked in the door.

"Remember  you are training with Liam until he feels you are ready to fly solo. He's already in his office waiting."

"Am I late for training?"

"Liam is old school. You're on time if you're five minutes early, you're late, if you're on-time."

Riley glanced at her watch.  "Well I guess I better get going then."

She walked at a brisk pace down the hallway to Liam's office.

“Come on in Riley.”  

She smiled walking into Liam’s office.  Even though his door was open, she still politely knocked. He looked up from his watch and stood when she entered the room; he was a true southern gentleman. She thought about apologizing about the time, but since he didn't mention it explicitly, she would just make sure for future reference she was 'on time by Liam's standards.'

“So chivalry isn’t dead?”  

“No it’s not, at least not in my circle of friends that I associate with.  You look impressed Riley.”

“It’s just that…. It’s silly.”  

“No, tell me.  I want to know.”

“It’s a fine line to walk being an independent woman. You standing just now, shows respect, like opening doors, or pulling out a chair for me, or buying a meal.  I can do all of those things for myself.”

“Maybe it’s not always about what you can do for yourself Riley.  You don’t have to prove anything for me to know that you are strong and independent.  I see it in your stride, and the way you look everyone here in the eyes with confidence.  I know you’re a perfectly capable woman, with the ability of taking care of yourself. Sometimes, it’s about allowing someone to take care of you, permitting them to allow you to take a break, because it gets tiring being the strong one all the time.  It doesn’t make you weak, permitting someone to take care of you.”

“That makes sense.”  

“Glad you see it my way.  I do really make a lot of sense sometimes.”

Liam clasped his hands together.

“Now, who were you previously partnered with learning the system?”  

“Maxwell.”  

Liam smiled.  

“So we’re going to start from scratch.”

Riley laughed.  “Might be the best thing. Getting answers from him is like pulling international spy secrets from a hyperactive two year old, with the attention span of a flea.”

Liam laughed out loud, shaking his head.  “You’re really not wrong about that. What was Bertrand thinking?”

“But I did figure out some things with the system on my own.  Believe  it or not, I’m not just another cute skirt.”  

“Let’s see what you got then.”

Liam led her over to the small conference table, and pulled out a chair.   Riley politely smiled and when she was about to sit, Liam sat in the chair instead.

He quickly jumped up laughing, “I’m just kidding! Oh my, the look on your face!!! This chair was really for you.  Please sit here.”  

Riley’s smile returned.  “You got me.  Thank you.”  Riley sat down in the seat, and Liam pulled out the one next to her.  

He took Riley through a few simple tasks.  

Liam watched in silence as she  performed the tasks on the computer.   He waited until she was done to offer his critique.  

“Thanks for not making me start and stop, that makes me so nervous and then I forget what i’m doing.  I’d rather someone see the method of my madness then show me what I could do better.”

“I’m the exact same way.”

“Why is this office so cold? It feels like a meat locker here.”  Riley had dressed for the outside temperature but not the inside.  

“It shares the thermostat with  Donna next door; I have no control over it.”  

Liam however did not miss a beat.  He unbuttoned his blazer and slipped it over Riley’s shoulders.

“Better?”  Liam asked.

She slid her arms in, and as she adjusted it, she caught a waft of Liam’s cologne.  She also took a moment to check out his profile. Not bad at all Liam Ryerson... not bad at all.

Riley smiled.  “Yes.”  

Riley was grinning like a schoolgirl.  There was just something so gentlemanly when a man gave you his coat to keep you warm, that she loved.  The southern charm of these southern boys here in North Carolina were nothing like the guys  she had been around in New York.  She could get used to this kind of treatment.

Liam noticed Riley’s smile as she seemed to cuddle into his blazer a little more that was baggy on her.  

Maxwell poked his head in the office.

“How’s training going?  She doesn’t need much does she?  I taught her everything I know.”

Liam tried not to laugh.  Riley covered her laugh in a cough.

“Get away from here,  I can’t have you undo my training, Maxwell!  I’m trying to take Liam’s job.”  

“Oh snap!”  Maxwell commented laughing.

“What!?!?!”  Liam chuckled at Riley in surprise.  

“I’m kidding with you Liam.  You’re not the only one who has jokes.”

“I see you Miss Brooks, not just another cute skirt, and ambitious to boot.”

He turned to look at her.  

“If you want it, come and get it.”  

The glint in his eyes let Riley know, right off the bat, the job wasn’t the only thing he was talking about.    

I see you Liam Ryerson.  I see you.  she thought to herself.

[liaromancewriter]

A Year of Kisses: June

Series Premise: It’s twelve months of memories as they celebrate one year of wedded bliss.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 925

Series Masterlist

Chapter summary: Cassie finds the perfect gift for Ethan and discovers there’s more to learn about her husband.

A/N: We’ve come to the end of this series and I thank everyone for coming along on this ride with me. Submission for @wackydrabbles​ prompt 142 which will appear in bold.

As soon as she saw the cello in the front window of the antique shop on Newbury Street, Cassie Valentine knew that she had to buy it. It was a beautiful instrument with curved lines and a glossy veneer; surely something a professional would value.

Well, Ethan Ramsey was no professional, she thought, but it was positively perfect for her husband of twelve months. 

She still remembered the wistfulness in his voice all those years ago when he’d told her how he used to play the cello in his youth, finding the deep stirring vibrations soothing.

She could well imagine a young Ethan, eyes closed, a lock of his dark hair falling across his forehead and a somber expression on his face, softly drawing the bow across the strings. Lost in the music and likely escaping the memories of abandonment that haunted him.

That is until his asshole neighbor smashed the cello into splinters because the plebian found it noisy instead of melodic.

She knew she should wait until next month. Ethan wasn’t a fan of ‘just because’ presents even if he had slowly started to accept that it made her happy to give them. 

If she waited, it could be an anniversary or a birthday gift since both occasions were only a couple of weeks apart in July. But her feet had a mind of their own and she found herself reaching for the door.

I’m not doing this right now, she thought once more. I’m just looking, she tried to convince herself as she entered the store, the bell above the door ringing in her wake. The shopkeeper was waiting on another customer and he nodded in her direction, letting her know he’d be a few minutes.

Half an hour later, Cassie watched the store owner and her ride share driver carefully place the instrument wrapped inside its hard case in the trunk of the car. 

The Holstein cello had once belonged to a cellist in the Boston Symphony Orchestra and had been quite expensive. But she hadn’t been able to resist; in her mind she was already imagining Ethan appreciating its history as he sat down to play.

Later that night, she paced in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows waiting for him to arrive home from work. He’d texted to let her know he was on his way and she had used that time to set up the cello in the living room, right where he’d see it as soon as he entered.

Eventually, they could keep it in his office and he could play it when he wanted to take a break. Their apartment was soundproofed and there was only one other unit on the opposite end of their floor.

She heard the keys in the door and went to stand beside the cello, her hands locking and unlocking in a nervous gesture at odds with her excitement.

She wondered if she had messed up when she saw him stiffen, his expression unreadable as his eyes fell on the instrument. When he didn’t speak, just stared, she began to regret her impulsive actions and moved to pack up the cello.

And then he was there, his hand closing over hers, taking the bow out of her hand. One hand cupped her chin, lifting her face towards him. She let go of the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding when his eyes softened, a small smile curving his lips.

She thought she saw tears prick his eyes before he blinked them away and knew that he was moved beyond words.

He placed the bow down on the chair and gathered her in. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning into him, her hair falling down her back as she tilted her head and stretched on her toes to close the distance.

She was about to brush her lips across his when he suddenly turned and the kiss landed awkwardly on the tip of his nose. He grinned and she snorted in laughter.

Not realizing he was about to kiss her she moved, the top of her head snapping against his chin with a loud crack making him jump.

Cassie doubled up in laughter, hands clutching her belly, watching the inventive curses leave her husband’s mouth as he rubbed the sting out of his chin.

Before she could take another step, he sat down on the armchair next to the cello and pulled her down on to his lap. His hands framed her face, keeping her still, and then he proceeded to show her exactly how much he loved his present, skillfully using his mouth and tongue to turn her giggles to moans.

A short while later, Cassie was curled up on the living room couch, her eyes misty, watching Ethan play the cello exactly as she’d imagined a few hours ago. His blue eyes were closed; the expression on his face more relaxed than she’d ever seen him before as the music carried him away.

She was wiping at the tears spiking her eyelashes when his eyes flew open, capturing her in their laser blue gaze. He mouthed ‘thank you’ and she nodded, blowing him a kiss.

They had been married a year now and been together as a couple for four. After all this time, he could still surprise her and she had much to learn about him.

And she wouldn’t trade away a single moment of their time together for anything in the world. They were inevitable. She was his and he was hers.

Soulmates.

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[twinkleallnight]

One Step Ahead (Round Robin) Part 14: Slip!!!

Welcome to round 2 of one step ahead, a round robin adventure tale. Thanks to @sirbeepsalot for getting the ball rolling for both rounds! You can catch up with it all here: One step Ahead Masterlist

Word Count :996

Prompt: features @wackydrabbles #138

Song inspiration: @moodmusicmonday

Sach mere yaar hai

Liam sucked in his breath when the figure emerged out of the dark.

“Regina? What are you doing here?”

“I came along with the back up from the palace for you, on Bastein’s intel.”

‘Strange’ he thought but politely answered, “Thank you.”

“Never knew there was surprise in store.” She leered disdainfully at Olivia.

“Excuse me for a minute, Regina.” He shielded Olivia and gave her instructions. “Olivia, please take Leo along with you and search for Drake and Riley.”

“But we can’t leave you alone.” Olivia tried to protest.

“Don’t worry. I have Bastein with me and now Regina is also here with the guards. We will take the culprits to the palace. Keep me updated.”

Olivia grudgingly left.

Liam refocused on his step-mother. “Regina, it’s not what you think..”

“Really Liam? What is the problem with you Rys men? Not satisfied with one woman? I thought you were different, unlike your playboy brother. But it looks like all the promises you gave to my poor niece were hollow. You are shallower than even your father.”

“Regina!” Liam’s pitch raised unusually higher.

“Raising your voice won’t cover your crimes Liam.”

“I have done nothing wrong. I was. And I am faithful to Madeleine. Olivia was just helping us reach our goals. So, you can let go off any assumptions that you made, listening to our conversation. There is Nothing. Ever. Happening between I and Lady Olivia.”

Livy had rushed back to check on Liam after listening him shout. She stopped dead in her tracks outside the closed chamber. His words made Regina shut up but opened Livy’s eyes. She turned on her toes and dashed away to find Leo and get the hell out of the place.

Nevrakis stronghold

Sigrid tore the envelope ruthlessly. A set of old polaroid pics fell on the floor. Drake gave a puzzled look but Riley fondly beamed.

Sigrid was annoyed. “What the hell is this? Why are we investigating Liam’s childhood?” she shuffled roughly through the documents. More pics and few letters written by Liam remembering his mother. “Riley?” She yelled.

“Those were for me, mother.” Riley replied in a sour tone.

“Oh, just shut up! How many times should I tell you that you have nothing to do with the Rys family?”

“We belong together. That’s all I know.” Riley said calmly.

“So you must also know and REMEMBER this, that when they were busy playing in riches, I was the one who changed your diapers.” Sigrid pointed a finger at herself, “I was the one to spend sleepless nights for you. I checked every fever that you had and dressed every bruise you had.” She towered over Riley trying to prove her point, glaring into her eyes. “I have been your mother!”

Riley responded, “I will always be thankful. But that doesn’t change the facts. And just because you did it for me doesn’t mean you can use me for your aspirations.”

In this heated argument, they didn’t realise Drake’s stealthy movements. He had retrieved his gun hidden under his waistband. “Riley, NOW!” He roared.

In a flick of a moment, Riley nabbed Sigrid while Drake seized Justin with his weapon. Hands tussled, arms jostled, legs kicked, heads banged until Sigrid and Justin were both tied up.

Sigrid was loud, “You will pay for this, Riley. I…I…” before she could utter further, Drake gagged her followed by Justin.

“Are you alright?” Drake addressed Riley, affectionately.

Riley hugged him relieved, “Now, I am.”

*******************************************

Olivia and Leo drove a long way trying to track Drake. As they approached the red spot on the tracker, they decided to disembark the vehicle lest they alert their enemy. Livy was exceptionally quiet, leaving Leo worried.

She followed the tracker, gauging her steps when Leo broke the silence, “Livy.”

She stopped and looked vacantly at him. He closed the distance between them. “I wanted you to know that nothing changes between us.”

“Leo, I told you I am carrying Liam’s child.” She tried to reason.

“I know. I understand why you did, what you did. But I just want to say… I love you.” He kissed her forehead and started walking.

“Why?” she stood glued to the spot.

He pivoted on his heel around and flashed his brightest smile. He threw his hands in air and said, “The things I do for love!”

Unexpectedly, Livy giggled. He stretched out his hand for her.

She gazed into his baby blues in disbelief. A moment passed before she gave her hand in his and they both started walking together.

*****************************************

“So, you are Sigrid’s daughter?” Drake asked with reservation.

“Adopted.” She swallowed as she revealed. “I am daughter of the late king Constantine and Queen Eleanor. Lena Rys.”

Drake pushed her at arm’s length, still holding on her shoulders. His confused brown eyes searched through Riley’s baby blues. “You are Liam’s sister???” He almost screamed.

She was happy to share the truth finally and nodded in excitement.

Drake turned around; his fingers raked through his chestnut hair. “No, no, no, no... this can’t be happening. I can’t.”

Riley reached out for his elbow and pulled his arm down. “Why? What’s wrong?”

He nervously quacked, “I can’t be falling in love with Liam’s BABY sister!”

“You can not!” Eirik’s voice boomed. His arms were outstretched holding the gun.

“She is mine and I will kill you if you tried…”

“Not under my watch!” The butt of Leo’s gun came crashing down on Eirik’s head, sending him down in a jumbled mess.

Leo stepped ahead eagerly towards Riley. “Come here little sister.” He enclosed her in a warm bear hug.

Olivia updated Drake with the progress they made but their happiness was short-lived. Sigrid started cackling through her gag. Leo approached her cautiously, removed her gag and gave her a deathly glare. “What. Do. You. Know?”

“You left Liam alone with Regina and her guards?” She gave out a menacing laugh that spread like a shattering echo through the halls.

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[storyofmychoices]

This is for the amazingly talented and generous @lilyoffandoms for hosting the Kindness giveaway and for their loving support always.

I thought it would be fun to see the four of our lovelies out together. I also borrowed Maiele for a little ficlet, hope that's okay!

This beautiful art commission is by the talented @/artbyainna on IG

Double Date

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist]

Pairing: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!MC, human) ; Tyril x Maiele (M!Elf OC) * Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: ~700 Rating/Warnings: Teen+, nothing explicit but very suggestive; nsft Prompts: @choicesnovchallenge2021: drinks ; @wackydrabbles #121 (in bold)

Synopsis: Mal, Daenarya, Tyril, and Maiele enjoy a night at the tavern.

"You gotta loosen up, Elf boy!" The rogue bellowed, slapping his hand against the blushing elf's back. The amber liquid in the stein held in his opposite hand sloshed out at his careless movement.

"Oh, I don't know, he's plenty loose—" Maiele's lips pulled into a cheeky grin as he pressed another kiss along Tyril's jaw. "—and very flexible when he wants to be." His one hand teased the hem of the mage's tunic, his long, tempting fingers dipping beneath. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of Tyril's hip, guiding him back against his own. "Shall we give them a show to demonstrate? Teach them a thing or two?"

The blue elf's eyes widened, the purple hue across his cheeks blossoming into a deep, rich violet like an anemone flower under the spring sun.

"I'll order another round," Mal suggested, raising his hand to signal his intentions. "Don't wanna interrupt the show once ya get goin'." He gave the pair of elves a devilish wink.

"Leave 'em alone." Daenarya nipped at Mal's ear. Her arms tightened more snuggly around him, pulling his hand down and waving off the barkeep.

"Oh, come on, Kit!" You gotta be curious... I mean, to finally find out if Elf Boy really has a stick up his ahh—" His voice rose and cut off as her hands drifted down his hips, grabbing hold of him. He moaned softly at her attention.

"What was that?" She stroked him, further drawing out his arousal. "Remember to use your words, Mr. Magnificent. You seemed so eager... I thought you might want to join them?"

"That's not what—" He growled lowly, his body responding to her teasing touch. "Kit!"

"Mmhmm," she kissed his neck, the din of the bar fading to the back as she sucked softly on his tanned skin.

Tyril crossed his arms, the flush on his face settling as he watched the pair of humans get lost in their own lust. It wasn't hard for them to find distraction in one another. Before they fell too deeply into their game, he cleared his throat, bringing them back to the roar of the inebriated crowd.

Daenaraya's cheeks rose with warmth as the heat at her core flooded through her. She pulled her hand away and took a step back to Mal's great dismay. "Where were we?" She turned her attention back to her companions, trying to quell the storm growing inside of her.

"It looks like you and your boy toy were going to give us a little show!" Maiele smirked, his gaze settling on Mal. "Is that all you got?"

"You can't leave me like this," Mal grumbled, turning toward Daenarya as he ignored the elf's retort.

Her thumb brushed across the coarse hairs of his jaw, sending a tingle down her spine. Her lips ghosted lightly over his jaw. "I like you like this, though—" her mouth ghosted lightly over his. "frustrated, full of want." She pulled his lower lip with her teeth.

He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her nearer.

Daenarya pressed her finger to his mouth, leaning back as she clicked her tongue. "Nuh-uh."

"You're killing me," he complained, trying to entice her further into him.

"Not yet," she teased, her smirk growing as her gaze shifted to Maiele. "Care to dance?"

The elf happily extended his arm, which she took readily. He pulled her flush against him in one swift movement. "My pleasure."

The pair shimmied their way through the crowd joining the throngs others moving to the tempting rhythm.

"What's that look for?" Mal grumbled, taking a swig of ale. The alcohol no longer sating his needs.

"You appear to be rather flushed," Tyril's brow rose, his lip tugging up at the corner as he reached for the pitcher of water on their table.

"Don't—"

His protest came too late; the clear, refreshing liquid splashed across his face into his opened mouth.

Tyril suppressed his chuckle as the rogue spluttered.

Mal wiped his face, his discontent growing. "You didn't have to do that." Tyril opened his mouth to speak. "And no, don't give me any of that misunderstanding human ailment excuse. We've gone over that already. You didn't have to do that." He repeated, trying to wipe the beads of liquid off his armor.

"I know." The mage's gaze drifted into the crowd watching Maiele and Daenarya giggle and laugh as he lifted her off the ground twirling to the music. The skin around his eyes crinkled as his head tilted slightly to the side in amusement. "Nevertheless, I quite enjoyed it."

[choicesmonthlychallenge]

Choices Sibling Appreciation Week(ish)

Not quite a week, but who's counting?

Last year I hosted a Sibling Appreciation Month(ish), with over a month of sibling pairs specific to days. While it was a lot of fun, it felt tedious and tiresome by the end. I don't think we need something so structured. So this is much shorter but more open.

Sibling Appreciation takes place December 23-26, 2021.

Event extension: From December 26 through 31: previously published content will be accepted as will late entries of new content.

Please tag @choicesmonthlychallenge​​ . You may also tag my personal blog (@lovealexhunt) or message me your content here if you're worried about the tag going through.

Additional rules, guidelines, and sibling ideas are below the cut.

Rules + Guidelines

Schedule December 23-26: New content only December 26-31: late new content + previously published content

Any and all siblings from Choices books are welcomed including original character siblings. (This can be siblings of your MCs or siblings you gave other Choices characters... I know this was requested last year and I hope those people are still interested!)

The siblings should be the focus of the work. MC / OC / LI are all welcomed but shouldn't pull focus from the siblings featured.

Every form of work can be submitted: fanfiction, drabbles, moodboards, edits, drawings, poems, songs, sketches, and more—all are welcomed.

You don't have to participate in all 4 days. You can participate as much or as little as you want. You can submit multiple things each day if you would like.

You may combine sibling appreciation with any other prompts from other challenges. (December Challenge, WackyDrabbles, OPH challenges, etc)

Since siblings are the focus, no NSFW content should be submitted.

I will reblog all content submitted and make a masterlist at the end of the event.

Late submissions will be accepted through December 31, 2021

Possible Siblings

This list does not contain all Choices siblings and does not include siblings from any books debuting this year. This is the list of siblings included in last year's event.

This list is just to give you some ideas to get started. Remember, any and all Choices siblings including OC's are welcomed.

In order of their appearance in last year's event (so basically, random!)

Baz and Zaid Mirani (Open Heart) Zoey Day & Luz Mendez (Mother of the Year) Chris & AJ Powell (The Freshman Series) Noah & Jane Marshall (It Lives) MC, Harry Foredale, and/or Edmund Marlcaster (Desire & Decorum) MC, Jess/Party Sister, Nicole/Bookish Sister, and/or Alex/brother (Rules of Engagement) Sawyer & Duke Oakley (Big Sky Country) Connor & Stacey Green (It Lives) Maxwell & Bertrand Beaumont (The Royal Romance) MC & Atlas (The Elementalists) Chris, Sean, Tyler Winters (Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries) Jake and Rebecca McKenzie (Endless Summer/Most Wanted) Kayden & Cyrus Vescovi (The Royal Masquerade)  Noah, Elijah, and/or Hazel Harris (My Two First Loves)  MC and Amelia Hayes (The Unexpected Heiress) The Waverley Siblings (all or any combination) (The Haunting of Braidwood Manor) Drake & Savannah Walker (The Royal Romance) Aerin & Baldur Valleros (Blades of Light & Shadow) Thomas & Rachel Hunt (Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries) Raydan Lykel and Adder of Lykos (The Crown & the Flame) Flynn & Kate O’Malley (Veil of Secrets) MC & Twin (High School Story: Class Act) MC & Elliot (It Lives Beneath) Francis & John Somerset (The Unexpected Heiress) Zig Ortega & sisters (The Freshman Series) Keira & Zeke Theron (The Royal Romance) MC, Eos, Pax (Across the Void) Sam Dalton & Robin Flores (The Nanny Affair) Beckett & Katrina Harrington (The Elementalist)  Tyril & Adrina Starfury (Blades of Light & Shadow) MC & Anna (Baby Bump) Justin & Nora Mercado (Save the Date)  Bryce & Keiki Lahela (Open Heart) Liam & Leo & Lena Rys (The Royal Romance) Mickey & Mason Dalton (The Nanny Affair) MC & Kade (Blades of Light & Shadow) Ajay & Mohit Bhandari (High School Story: Class Act) Rose & Trystan Blake (The Crown & The Flame)

[phoenixrising0308]

Tumblr has a bunch of creative blogs that oftentimes help writers find their voice with projects. These projects may or may not have a timeline or universe.  Below is collection of those projects. 

A special challenge to write cringe worthy smut 

Smut(Sept)ember Masterlist 

This is an ongoing series of drabbles each drabble will have a prompt  it challenges writers to use the prompt in 2k words or less. The idea was first introduced by emceesynonymroll and now it is currently maintained by the wackydrabbles blog. These drabbles are not meant to fall within a particular canon divergent A/U *if they do they will be moved to the appropriate timeline. Unfortunately wacky ended its run in May 2022 stories in this A/U will still be consider a wacky drabble A/U and updated accordingly.

Wacky Drabble Masterlist

Sometimes writers need to get amped up so they turn on their music streaming service and let their fingers do the work. @moodmusicmonday​ is an awesome blog that encourages writers to submit songs for a playlist. Below is a masterlist of things I have submitted.   

Mood Music Mondays Masterlist

[axwalker]

First Impressions

Thanks to @mskaneko   for the AMAZING edit on the mood board. I was so excited to use it!!! I love it ❤️❤️❤️

Book: TRR

Pairing: I’m boring, Drake x Alexis (MC)

Synopsis: After an awkward first encounter, Drake and Alexis become best friends. They spend all their summers together until something happens in year ten. Will they be able to get over it? Or is their friendship forever doomed? 

WORDS: 860

MASTERLIST HERE

A/N: I wanted to post this last week so I have two @wackydrabbles​     here : 115 (Was that support to hurt?) and 116 (“I don't believe you.”) Both in bold. 

A/N 2: For reasons, almost all chapters are in Alexis’ POV 

THANK YOU TO  @burnsoslow​   for beta reading. You’re such an incredible friend  ❤️❤️❤️. I made some changes after she read, so all mistakes are completely mine! 

Warnings: Some NSFW eventually. And as usual, a very frustratingly stubborn and blind Drake and Alexis. 

I’m kind of nervous about writing a fluffy series where nothing over dramatically happens. I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

For the prologue I’m tagging my whole list, if you don’t like or comment I’ll drop your tag next chapter, no hard feelings! 

 Twelve Summers Ago 

On the night of orientation at the University of Cordonia, I spot him. He's dressed in stonewashed jeans and a U of Cordonia Soccer team shirt, despite having been at college for all of fifteen hours tops. He looks nothing like the sort of artistic, bohemian people I imagined being friends with when I chose a school in the capital. But I'm here alone (Hana, my new roommate,  was basically kidnapped by her parents, who seem oddly strict so she couldn't come to any of the orientation week events), and he's alone too, so I walk up to him, tip my diet coke toward his shirt, and say, "So, do you go to the University of Cordonia?" 

He stares at me blankly. I laugh and say it was a joke. He replies something about spilling on his shirt and a last-minute outfit change. He frowns and my cheeks go pink from embarrassment. And then his eyes dip down to me, sizing me up, and his face changes. I'm wearing a pink floral maxi dress, all my friendship charms, good luck bracelets, and brown leather sandals. Sure it's a little colorful, and I don't match the other girls wearing heels and mini dresses, but he reacts to this fact as if I'm also holding a poster that says "FUCK Jeans" on it. I ask him where he's from because I'm not sure what else to ask for someone with whom I have no other context apart from a few hours of campus tours, a couple of the same boring talks on life in the city, and the fact that we hate each other's clothes. 

"A little town in the south, Valtoria." he answers." 

"No shit!" I say, stunned. "I'm from Valtoria, too! "I'm Lexie," I tell him, admittedly with a little too much excitement.  

"Drake," he says and shakes my hand. When you imagine a new best friend on your first day of college, you never name him Drake. You also probably don't imagine him dressing like a model that your new school paid to dress their clothes, or barely looking you in the eyes, or speaking to you as if he was angry for no good reason beyond his dislike of your colorful -- if a bit hippie -- clothes. I decided that if I'd looked at him for five more minutes before crossing the room, I would've been able to guess that he was a jock from Valtoria, because these two facts match with his snarky attitude and U of Cordonia shirt. I'm sure that the longer we talk, the more excruciatingly boring he'll become, but we're here, and we're alone, so why not be sure? 

"So, what are you here for?" I ask. 

His brow furrows. "’Here for’?" 

"Yeah, you know," I joke, "like, I'm here to meet a wealthy television producer in need of a much younger fifth or sixth wife." That blank stare again. "What are you studying?" I clarify. 

 "I'm going to be a veterinarian." There isn't a hint of doubt in his voice as he answers me, arms crossed over his broad chest. 

"What about you?" I hear him ask in a deep baritone that I'm sure most girls find attractive. Not me; I'm more attracted to kind-looking guys. Brooding and grumpy don't do it for me. 

"Not sure yet." I lift my plastic cup. "Literature or translation. I love theater and dancing, too. Maybe teaching or journalism. There are so many things to do and see. How can you choose only one?"

"Because I love animals."

“I don’t believe you. There are so many things I love. I just can’t seem to commit to anything.”

“Well, I am focused.”  I feel very proud of myself for containing a massive eye roll. 

Over the next painful fifteen minutes, I learn he's here on academic scholarships, and he learns that I'm here on loans. I tell him that I'm an only child if you don't count my duchy stepbrother Trey. He tells me he's the oldest and has one little sister. He asks if I've seen the gym yet, to which my genuine reaction is "Why?" and we both go back to our awkward silence. He is tall, handsome, brooding, eager to see the gym and start his bio classes. I'm tall, too, but not nearly as much as him, loud, bohemian and the thing I want to see the most is the library. Also, I'm hoping someone will come by and invite us to a real party. When I tell him this, he looks at me in a way that makes me wonder if I suddenly grew a second head. By the time we part ways, I'm more than a little disappointed with my first college experience.

Was that support to hurt? I think it was supposed to be fun. I promise myself that I'll talk to someone funnier next time or at least who knows how to smile. Before leaving the party, I  steal a bottle of wine and walk to my dorm, deciding never to talk to that brooding jock ever again. 

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

Feel Better

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Baby Hunt]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Other Characters: Felicity (F!OC), Vincent (M!OC), Bogart (OC!dog) Book: Red Carpet Diaries Word Count/Rating: ~750 ; Fluff, comfort/care Prompts: ​@choicesjanuarychallenge2022 : sick; @wackydrabbles 131 (in bold)

Synopsis: Thomas is feeling under the weather and his family is there to help make things better.

"I don't get sick."

"The thermometer seems to say otherwise."

Alex held up the digital thermometer reading 102.2 for him to see.

"You know how I feel about technology." His voice was hoarse as he attempted to stand his ground. "It can never be trusted."

"And yet, the thermometer is still right this time." Alex held the device to her forehead, taking her reading, before returning it to him once more. "You have a fever, my love."

"I don't get sick," he repeated, his frustration showing.

"I don't think it's a choice." Her brow rose as a thought occurred. "To be honest, I'm actually surprised it's taken this long."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We both love the twins, but they're practically germ magnets right now. Touching and licking—" Alex cringed. "—everything right now."

"I suspect that is Bogart's doing."

"Or, they're just kids. Regardless...all I'm saying is I've caught a couple of bugs from them. You've lucked out, but I think your luck has finally run out."

"I feel fine," he insisted feebly, trying to prop himself up and get out of bed.

"Uh-huh!" Alex gently pushed him, and he collapsed back into the pillows behind him, unable to fight it.

"I have work to do."

"You need rest. Work will wait. It's why you have an assistant and an assistant director. They can handle things today. Promise! You need rest."

"They're not me."

"They're competent enough, or you wouldn't have hired them."

"Mama?" Vincent's cry faltered. He stood at the door to his parent's room. "I don't feel so good."

"I know, baby. Come here."

He teetered toward the bed, followed closely behind by his sister and Bogart.

"I've got you." Alex carefully picked up the two toddlers, the large bed barely moving under their weight.

Bogart stood guard at the edge of the bed, carefully watching his two charges.

"You two are supposed to be in bed still."

Vincent coughed, his nose running down into his mouth. "My head hurt."

"I know. Let's get you cleaned up first." Alex reached for a tissue and gently wiped her son's nose. "Blow."

The young boy did as directed, then curled into his mom's lap. "Sleep here."

Her fingers drifted tenderly through his dark locks. "Looks like you and daddy both caught Felicity's flu."

"Daddy sick?" The little girl's lip quivered, and her eyes welled. "I sowwy."

"I'm fine, sweetie," Thomas insisted, brushing a strand of his daughter's chocolate hair away from her face. "Mommy just thinks I'm sick."

Alex's brow rose challengingly, earning her a soft smile.

Felicity crawled into his chest. "I don't want to get you sick."

"I know, Lissy. I'm okay. Don't worry." He brushed a kiss on the crown of her head.

"Here—" She lifted the small stuffed rabbit she had been carrying to him. "She makes me feel better. She make you feel better too."

Alex chewed her lower lip, watching in awe, as her son sniffled quietly, trying to find rest in her lap.

Thomas's mouth opened but closed before words could sound. He held the toy in his hands, treasuring the gesture and the pure, innocent affection filling his daughter's. "Thank you. I know she will help."

Felicity nodded proudly and settled back into her father's arms. "I stay with you like you stay with me." Her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms snuggly around her father. "—make you feel better."

Alex reached for a blanket and draped it over her children as they rested with their parents. She shifted herself and Vincent closer to Thomas, laying her head on his shoulder. "Did you ever think we could be so lucky?"

"To be sick?"

"Ha, you admit it!" She cheered quietly in victory. "But, no. Just to love and be loved like this."

He glanced down at their children sprawled on top of them. Even though he hated missing work and not being able to work, he wouldn't trade them for the entire world. "I didn't, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Me either. Our world is perfect, sickness and all."

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes closing under the weight of his fatigue, his body no longer able to fight it.

"I love you, too." Alex kept watch over her family as the three pieces of her heart rested. "I love you too." Her attention shifted to the loyal black lab and his protective gaze. "Such a good boy. We'll protect them together, okay?" she whispered. "Come on." She tapped the bed softly, and he bounced up, taking up position at their feet, his focus still on the twins.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fluff. I love this family so much; they mean the world to me. I appreciate your support! 💖

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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[wackydrabbles]

Masterlist

Prompt #100: This is huge – we need to celebrate!

Prompt #99: How about once more – for good luck!

Prompt #98: I wish we could do this all the time.

Prompt #97: Did you read it?

Prompt #96: I can’t – I have a deadline.

Prompt #95: You really do this every week?

Prompt #94: I’m giving you one last chance.

Prompt #93: Was this what made her [him, them,you] happy?

Prompt #92: I don’t think that was meant to go there.

Prompt #91: I’m worried about you.

Prompt #90:  Need some lotion?

Prompt #89:  This isn’t what I had in mind, but okay.

Prompt #88:  I meant every word.

Prompt #87:  No offense, but I’m not interested.

Prompt #86:  Have you lost your mind?

Prompt #85:  Do you want me to leave?

Prompt #84:  Just keep moving.

Prompt #83:  That makes my [body part] tingle.

Prompt #82: I didn’t realize I needed your permission.

Prompt #81:  This is a lot harder than it looks.

Prompt #80: Stop looking at me like that.

Prompt #79: It made me think of you.

Prompt #78:  Are you bleeding?

Prompt #77:  I didn’t mean to worry you.

Prompt #76: You’ll feel better in the morning.

Prompt #75:  Come over here and make me.

Prompt #74:  What do you want me to say?

Prompt #73:  Why did you do it?

Prompt #72:  How long have you been like this?

Prompt #71:  Don't be stubborn. Try it.

Prompt #70:  Not everything is a joke.

Prompt #69:  I won’t forget this.

Prompt #68:  Hold still

Prompt #67:  I have the right to be worried

Prompt #66:  If you won’t do it, I will

Prompt #65: I’m like 75% sure

Prompt #64: I can’t believe you talked me into this

Prompt #63: I’m your [friend, spouse, partner, etc] of course I care.

Prompt #62:  Okay, wow, you just dumped a lot of information on my lap and gave me no time to process it.

Prompt #61:  Oh? Just once?

Prompt #60: I don’t need your judgement.

Prompt #59: I’d be nice if I were you.

Prompt #58: Where are you going? it's not safe out there!

Prompt #57:  There is no happy ending to this.

Prompt #56:  When you said yes, I really just had to go with it.

Prompt #55:  This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you've ever had. Of course I'm in.

Prompt #54: Don’t get up. I’ll do it.

Prompt #53:  It’s been a really long day.

Prompt #52:  Sure, alcohol solves most problems, but in this particular case, I don’t think it will help.

Prompt #51: I can’t believe you remembered.

Prompt #50: I don’t plan to stop.

Prompt #49: I dare you.

Prompt #48: Maybe it was confusing, but it wasn't like anyone really cared.

Prompt #47: Just lick it.

Prompt #46: Wait! We have to go back.

Prompt #45: I don’t hate you.

Prompt #44:  Why do you keep looking at me?

Prompt #43:  Is this a game to you?

Prompt #42 -  Let’s be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen. 

Prompt #41 - Can you move?

Prompt #40 -  Don't you ever do that again.

Prompt #39 -  I opened my eyes and had no idea where I was.

Prompt #38 - Please don’t leave

Prompt #37 - How bad does it look?

Prompt #36 -  Aren't you going to read the instructions?

Prompt #35 -  We've gone through Plan A and Plan B, what's next?

Prompt #34 - Oh, don’t act like you don’t love the attention.  

Prompt #33 -  I think it’s time I teach you about respect!

Prompt #32 -  I've never lied to you.

 Prompt #31 - You should've told me earlier -- I could have helped you.

Prompt #30 - I’m not afraid to use this

Prompt #29 - How many [food item] did you eat today?

Prompt #28 - Well that’s tragic.

Prompt #27 -   So why did I have to punch that guy?

Prompt #26 -  I think I can figure it out.  Just lie down.

Prompt #25 - That won’t work.  Try again.

Prompt #24 - They needed to prepare for the next morning.

Prompt #23 -  Leave me out of it. I'm not going.

Prompt #22 -  It's no surprise that things have turned out this way.

Prompt #21 - I want them [him, her, you] to try.

Prompt #20 - Have you lost your mind?

Prompt #19 - Who hurt you?

Prompt #18 - What if I don’t see it?

Prompt #17 - There is a certain taste to it

Prompt #16 - Was I not supposed to?

Prompt #15 -  It could be worse.

Prompt #14 - Me? Scared? Never.

Prompt #13 - I didn’t know we were keeping track

Prompt #12 - You know that’s not what I meant

Prompt #11 -  Did you have fun?

Prompt #10 -  That wasn’t so hard now, was it?

Prompt #9 - Maybe you're too innocent.

Prompt #8 - Help me with this, would you?

Prompt #7 - So is this something you do regularly?

Prompt #6 -   You make no sense sometimes.

Prompt #5 - Shouldn’t we report this?  - How the heck would we report it?

Prompt #4 - We need to identify the source of the problem.

Prompt #3 -  I’ll be home in an hour

Prompt #2 - this is what I have to deal with every day

Prompt #1 - Do not open that box

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CFWC Event Please Be Prompt!

What is it?

We here at CFWC miss the weekly prompts from Wackydrabbles, and we’d like to see if we’re not alone. To find out, we are sponsoring this three-week event. Each Sunday morning, beginning on Sunday, July 17th, we will post three prompts…a fluffy, angsty, and smutty one…to help inspire you. 

Here’s your job!

Write a fic! Use one, two, or all three prompts. Just have fun and be creative! Submit your fic by the end of each week, and we’ll include it on our Fics of the Week List, a special masterlist at the end of the event, plus…there’s more!

Why are we doing this?

Mostly because we miss the prompts!  But also, we’re throwing in a giveaway! One lucky winner will win an art commission from the talented @bayleedrawsx

What are the rules?   

To be in the drawing, write and submit a Choices fanfic using one or more of the weekly prompts.  It can be a drabble, an epic masterpiece, or anything in between. 

You will receive one chance for each week in which you participate. If you participate for two weeks, you get two chances.  Three weeks, three chances.  It’s easy as that! 

Please be sure to tag @choicesficwriterscreations, and use the #please be prompt tag.    Also, bold the prompt in your fic to make it easy for us to find it. 

How do you win?

On August 7th, a winner will be randomly selected by a spin of the wheel.  Entrant's names will appear on the wheel once for each week they participated in the Please Be Prompt challenge.  (Max of 3 entries per person.)  The deadline for all submissions is 11:59 PM EST on Saturday, August 6, 2022. 

Please see FAQs below for more information, and please feel free to reach out to either @jerzwriter or @lucy268-mod with any questions.

HAPPY WRITING!

(See FAQs below)

FAQs:

Do I have to use all three prompts? No, you can use one, two, or all three in your work.  However, there is only one entry, per person, per week for the contest, regardless of how many prompts are used.

Can I use a fluffy prompt to write an angsty fic? Or an angsty prompt to write a smutty fic, etc.? Sure.  If you think the prompt fits better in a different style of fic - go for it! 

Can I change the prompt? In most cases, we will ask you to keep it exactly as is.  If you have questions about a change, please contact @jerzwriter or @lucy268-mod. 

Can I submit more than one fic for the Please Be Prompt challenge in any given week? Yes, but you will only receive one chance for the contest per week.

If I submit three fics during the last week, will I get three chances? No.  You will be given one chance.  It’s one chance per week participated.

Can I use a prompt published on July 17th during one of the following two weeks? Sure! We recommend using them within the same week, but all will be accepted toward the event until the deadline on Saturday, August 6th at 11:59 PM EST.

I submitted a fic for another event (Sunday Six, Fics of the Week, Throwback Thursday), but I did not use one of the prompts.  Will I get a chance for the giveaway? No.  In order to obtain a chance for the giveaway, you must use one of the tags in your fic.

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Day 14 - It's a Date!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Mornings are different now for Ethan & Casey, and he couldn’t be happier. In fact, he’s so happy, he becomes a bit impatient.

Warnings: None

Words: 1453

A/N: This is all fluff. Fluffy, fluffy, fluff. Enjoy!

A/N 2: I’m participating in this week’s @wackydrabbles . The prompt can be found below in bold.

A/N 3: Also participating in @choicesfebruary2022challenge – Day 26 - Romance

SERIES MASTERLIST

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

Nine-thirty in the morning on their day off. Casey was sprawled out on Ethan’s living room floor, still in her pajamas with her laptop open and papers scattered all around her. Ethan sat on the sofa in his robe, medical journal in one hand and a highlighter in the other.

Casey had not yet “officially” moved in, but with her friends already using her room as storage, it was fair to say that she was not living at home anymore either. If she was, she would still be fast asleep. Living together required compromise, and one of the few things she could not stand about her betrothed was his need to be out of bed by six-thirty in the morning on days they were off. Conversely, her wake-up time of ten did not work for him either. They agreed he could continue to get up at his ungodly hour, but she would sleep until eight-thirty. Unfortunately, she did not always comply, so Ethan would become creative.

This morning, he relied on his second favorite way of waking her: opening the bedroom door then heading to the kitchen to prepare one of her favorite breakfasts. The aromatic scents wafting in and surrounding her never failed to lure her to join him in the kitchen. She had yet to catch on, and he planned on keeping it that way. But now, with their Nutella French toast consumed, and dishes put away, they were working on a tough case, just until noon, when the day was officially theirs.

It was not easy for them to stick to that part of their routine either. Their proximity to one another outside of their work environment often led them to cut their research time short, but neither complained about that. On this particular morning, it appeared to be Ethan who would be breaking the rules.

Closing the journal, he rested his eyes for just a moment before focusing them on his precious fiancé. She lay on her stomach, knees bent and her feet in the air, crossed at her ankles. Twirling her blonde locks with the pen in her hand, she was so focused on the article on her laptop that she never felt him gazing at her. The pleasant smile on Ethan’s lips just showed how much he had changed. Throughout his adult life, the thought of sharing an apartment with anyone was the content of his nightmares. Even as a struggling intern, he happily lived in a small studio in a rough neighborhood of Boston rather than take on a roommate. And he was happy that way. But now, she was here, and it was so comfortable, so natural that he could never imagine living without her again.

He didn’t want to interrupt her, but on this day, he was feeling selfish, and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Rookie,” he said, with the deep timbre of his morning voice, something new she had discovered about him.

Her head immediately turned, her head tilting up to meet his crystal blue eyes.

“Mmmm.”

“Are you aware that we’re engaged?”

Casey nonchalantly lifted her hand and stared at the exquisite three diamond ring he had placed on her finger just a week ago. The one she never took off.

“Yes, I’m quite aware. Why? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Oh, God no!” He insisted as he moved to sit next to her on the floor, taking in the gentle jasmine scent of her hair as he kissed the top of her head.

“I was just thinking, we should probably set a date. Maybe discuss what type of wedding we’d like to have. You know, the things engaged people to do.”

“I didn’t know you were such an authority on engaged people,” she laughed.

“Well, it’s what I’ve been told.”

Casey sat up, crossing her legs beneath her to look at him more comfortably.

“Well, we can. But we also have a closing date on our new place and moving to worry about. We certainly went from zero to a hundred at record speed.”

“Mmm, that’s only because some idiot should have been moving at quicker than a snail's pace before.”

“Aww, that’s OK. You’re my idiot,” she said, mussing his hair.

“Thank you, I love you too.”

Casey squeezed him into a tight hug.

“I guess we are capable of doing both at the same time. So, when would you like to make an honest woman out of me?” She joked.

“I was thinking the fall. I know it’s your favorite time of year, and it is mine too. What do you think?”

“I like that idea. So, that would give us about fifteen months or so to put it all together, and….”

“Woah, woah, woah! It wouldn’t give us fifteen months? I was thinking it would give us two to four months.”

“Wait. You want to get married this fall?”

“I see no reason to put it off, do you?”

“My God, Ramsey! You really do go from zero to a hundred in 60-seconds, don’t you?”

“When you know, you know. And I want you to be my wife as quickly as possible.”

“My!” She grinned, now running her fingers through his hair, straightening the mess she made just moments before. “You really have changed.”

“OK. OK. Joking aside, Rookie. Do you really see any need to put it off that long?”

“Well, no. I don’t.”

“Would it give us the time we need to plan the wedding of our dreams?”

“Sure, because the only thing I really need for the wedding of my dreams is to have you there as my groom. And, well also some of the people that are closest to us. I’d like them there too, but I don’t really want a huge elaborate event anyway. I just want you.”

“Well,” he pulled his phone from the pocket of his robe and opening the calendar app. “Let’s pick a day.”

“Just like that?”

“Is there any more to it?” He asked.

“Well, I guess not. So… let’s pick a date!”

“Is September good?”

“That’s a little soon, I mean, it’s all a little soon, but maybe just a little later would give us more time to plan.”

“November then?”

“No. I’d like something at least partially outdoors, and it will be too cold by then. So, October? That sounds like it would be just right.”

“OK, Goldilocks,” he teased. “October it is. I’d prefer a Saturday.”

“Me too.”

“So, that gives us the 1st, 8th, 15th, 22nd, or 29th. What’ll it be, MacTavish?”

“This seems soo surreal. I mean, we just pick a date?”

“I think that’s how it’s done, yes.”

“Shut up,” she said, gently shoving him. “Uhm, the 8th. The 8th sounds good. What do you think?”

“October 8th. I like it.”

“Now, it’s a little tentative, of course. We have to make sure we can find a venue available on that date.”

“In all of the Boston area, I’m sure we can find someplacethat can accommodate us.”

“Oh, about that. I was thinking Newport. I love it there so much, and I know we both vacationed there as kids, so it just seems fitting.”

Ethan smiled warmly, “I do have some wonderful memories there, and I wouldn’t mind making some more.”

“So, October 8th in Newport?” She asked excitedly.

“October 8th in Newport!”

Ethan chuckled at the adorable squeal Casey let out. He pulled her close for a tender, lingering kiss.

“You’re really going to be my wife.”

“Yeah, that’s what I agreed to! Oh my God! I’m sooo excited!”

“So, what’s our next step?”

“Well, I say we call our parents to tell them. My Mom’s going to have a stroke when I tell her it’s so soon, but she’ll survive.”

“My Dad will be the opposite. He’ll suggest we do it sooner. He’s still convinced I’ll get cold feet or that you’ll come to your senses.”

“Mmm, yeah, well, neither one of those things are happening.”

“Hey!” he protested, giving her a hug.

“Well, putting a whole ass wedding together in two-and-a-half months! Why did I let you talk me into this, Ramsey?”

“Because you love me that much?”

“I do.”

“Hmm,” he kissed her, “I think you’re supposed to save that for the wedding day.”

“Well, we need the practice.”

Ethan laughed, “Well, before we call the parents….”

“….and Sienna,” Casey interrupted.

“Yes, and Sienna… before we unleash the craziness that will ensue, what do you say we go and practice for the wedding night first?”

“Oh, you read my mind!”

Casey squealed once more when Ethan scooped her up from the floor with ease, carrying her into the bedroom. They wouldn’t call their loved ones for hours.

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Thank You Wacky Drabbles

Original Post: 04/24/22 at  3:55PM EST. 

I know I’m not an OG to the fandom by any means,  and am a small blog,  but I came onto the fandom and the earliest prompt I can find that I participated in was @wackydrabbles​ # 28.  The prompt was “Well that’s tragic.  Originally run by @emceesynonymroll​

If you’re curious my story is linked here.  

WELL THAT’S TRAGIC

I was new to the fandom and some people weren’t fond of me shipping Drake and Olivia.  But that’s okay.  I learned that part of being on the fandom and having the courage to write was not an easy thing.  People will voice their opinions about what you do or don’t do, your ideas and critique your story ideas in constructive and destructive ways.  But that’s life. 

Wacky Drabbles gave weekly prompts which I was able to stretch my creative wings, and some of the series that are on my masterlist now, were a bi-product of the prompts given that spurred my brain in another universe.  Wacky Drabbles gave me courage, and i’ve stepped out of my comfort zone on multiple occasions on different story lines because of it. 

Thank you. 

And I know so many things have changed on the fandom since the inception of @wackydrabbles​  Good series loved by our fandom have ended,  a lot of good writers to the fandom have come and gone.  There’s been Discourse and hate nonnys and cliques that have broken up what the fandom was really supposed to be about.  In case you are wondering or forgot is bringing these characters we love from the stories that Pixelberry gave us a start with and putting them in new situations and breathing new life into them. We all deserve to be here doing what we love. 

So yes, this made me sad.  

But I’m not surprised giving the climate of the current fandom. 

I wasn’t here at the start of wacky drabbles but I’ll be here for the end.  I hope others decide to come out help end Wacky Drabbles with a bang!