🔥 EDIT : Hi! I posted the list of 31 prompts for the month of June by mistakenly, since there only 30 days in the month, so please feel free to ignore the final prompt (or if you're inspired by it, you can submit anything related to it on Day 30)
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Hey again everybody. It's @mm2305 (Mil). May is over and with it this month's challenge. I'm just here to thank every single one of you who has liked, reblogged, followed, participated and generally supported this. Your support has been appreciated and noted. Truly. On a personal level, I can't help but feel thankful to all of you and I felt the need to acknowledge all of you people. I hope you enjoyed doing this as much as I did. Because I loved doing this and seeing all these BEAUTIFUL creations and so many people participating.
So here's all those who gave us the content we all loved and saw this month here.
Prompts: @choicesmaychallenge2021 Day 31 - Ends and Beginnings.
A/N: If there was one great thing about Book 3, it has to be Tobias Carrick. I always liked him but I never expected to fall in love with him as much as I did. This piece is Ethan×MC centric with a little jealousy at play but I hope to write a Tobias×OC series soon if time permits. This is also a sort of prologue to that. I hope you enjoy reading!
Thanks @adiehardfan for inspiring this idea. This is the most I’ve enjoyed writing in a while.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.
Tobias had always thought his friendship with Ethan wasn’t something that could be salvaged. And so they were better off as rivals.
He’d fucked up too bad. Trying to sabotage his best friend at a serious competition was a horrible thing to do, no matter how bad he wanted that residency. It was the worst thing he’d ever done and it had cost him both his best friend and dream placement.
As remorseful as he was, he couldn’t take back what he did. So when Ethan had reached out to make amends a few years back, he hadn’t returned the effort, telling him to back off instead.
A/N : that's it folks! My last edit for the Choices May Challenge 2021. I'm getting a bit emotional here because A) the challenge is over and B) OH is going to end soon 😭. I'll be sticking around for as long as I have inspiration for these two and all our beloved characters, for anyone who would like to see more of my works. 🤗
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+@choicesmaychallenge2021 day 31 : ends and beginnings
A/N : Chapter 14 (book 3) wasn't the one I would like. And since I've created my own little world of Ethan and Olivia here, I'm taking chapter 14 and changing it to suit my version of the story. Hope you like it!
Masterlist
Text in the group chat
Texting Ethan after the exams
Their home-y date in
A/N : I know that Lucifer s5 is out at this time, but this was supposed to be posted when ch 14 came out so these happened a couple of weeks ago. Also for the sake of continuity, this will be put before my previous picta post (the date) on my masterlist. Sorry for the confusion everyone!
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+ @choicesmaychallenge2021 day 29 : getting warmer and day 30: love
Premise: Cassie shares a memory on Pictagram and how Ethan inspired her to change her life path towards medicine. But someone from her past reminds her of what she left behind. Told through social media and texts.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: General. Fluff.
A/N: My fc (Amanda Schull) used to be a ballerina and that initially inspired this fluffy edit. But it kinda morphed into something else at the end. I’ve been wanting to write a story about Cassie’s ex, Jack McAllister, who I mentioned briefly in Weekend in Newport. Consider this foreshadowing of that. Submitting this to @choicesmaychallenge2021, Day 27: Change
Part 1: Cassie does Throwback Thursday to reflect on how one moment changed her life…
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC)
Book: Open Heart
Rating: General *Fluff*
Word Count: 299!
Synopsis: Bryce and Olivia can’t seem to stay away from each other, even during an Edenbrook baseball game.
Prompts: @choicesmaychallenge2021 “Closer”
For @wackydrabbles Challenge: A dribble, a drabble. Wacky drabbles can be up to 2k. Can you take this special prompt and write a short fic UNDER 300 words? Prompt: I love it when [I/you/he/she/they/name] win(s).
Her head fell against the cool concrete of the back of the dugout. The heat of his mouth on her neck was intoxicating. Olivia threaded her fingers through his silky, caramel hair, desperate to keep him there.
Bryce kissed his way up her neck and across her jaw, delighting in every soft hum of appreciation slipping from her pouty, ruby lips.
“I love it when we win,” Olivia breathed through a delighted smirk. Her other hand caressed up his chest, over the Edenbrook baseball jersey, until both arms were wrapped around his neck.
“Me too.” He drew her closer, holding her in his strong arms. His lips captured hers, softly and slowly, as though time itself didn’t exist.
“Ahem—” Ethan cleared his throat, followed by a deep sigh that pulled the two residents apart. “Need I remind you, we have not won yet.” He grumbled, his arms folded across his chest. “You’re up next, Lahela. If you can manage to separate yourself from Dr. Hadley long enough.”
Summary: They have a day all to themselves full of love and cute moments of togetherness🧡
Kjæreste: (Norwegian) Dearest, Beloved One; Term of endearment for one's romantic partner😍
A/N: This is the giveaway prize for my lovely @parkdoesthings who won a place in my followers and birthday celebration giveaway. Wren, I hope you like it and the way I used the prompts you gave me. Writing them for the first time made me nervous as well as happy. Really hoping that you like this🧡
Prompts used: @parkdoesthings gave me the prompts "I missed you, so much" kisses + dessert. In addition to these, I have used Prompt 3, 14 and 16 from this prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting. Feel free to send in more requests, I am always accepting!🧡
If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤎
Pairing: King Liam Rys X f!MC (Odette Dawson)
Word Count: around 2K
Rating: General
Category: Fluff
Triggers: A few curse words (Just 1 or 2)
OTHER WORKS
The golden hues filtered through the strains of the satin drapes, filling the place like the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee. The birds taunted each other playfully, all lost in their plays. A few of them beckoned her to join them.
She certainly would have, if she had those mystic spells, radiating sparkles on clicking her fingers, turning into an appealing blue jay, adorning herself in the summery blues and whites, just like the sky right now.
She had been lying awake for quite some time now, sleep being a long-lost pal. The silk of her covers ran like water under her fingers, and if it were someone who had not been accustomed to it, the sensation would have been enough to cradle them into a deep siesta.
Finally, she pushed herself to get up. The gentle sloshing of water around her as she gently placed down herself into the dreamy tints of the bathroom soothed her senses. Closing her eyes, she felt as if she was in a pond amidst a forest, all alone enjoying the tranquillity, as the woody scents dazzled her senses and the solitary rose petals caressed her skin.
It was unwinding and comforting, not to live by a schedule, blabbering all day around with stupid dignitaries or argue about some variety of apples.
Ugh, Apples!
The only downside of marrying the king of Cordonia that she could think of. She could go on about her list of grievances she had with apples, but right now, if she thought about them for a second more, she would throw up.
And when in Loire Valley, never think of those gross little piece of mischief, she made it her motto.
Especially when they make you vomit.
The soft pink fabric fluttered in the merry breeze, the net covering her hands, making her look as elegant as the chandelier that now adorned her majestic room, every thread glowing like diamonds on a bracelet.
She gives a twirl, she wants to feel the fluffiness of the holiday, but yet she couldn't.
Not when there is someone she has been waiting for, eagerly, unabatingly.
Now and then, she would pick her cream-coloured cellular, glide to the balcony, leaning down to make out the appearance of a car, her chestnut brown locks dancing joyfully.
A shrill cajoled her out of her reverie, and her heart leapt to a beat of joy.
The soft music playing in the room seemed even more melodious to her as her feet lead her to the doorway with a swift dance-like motion.
She opened the door, the dazzling smile brightening up her face like a 100-watt bulb.
Only to find the waiter standing there with her breakfast.
Her face fell as if it was not a royal buffet, but trays full of apples in front of her.
And when the waiter blushed thinking that he was the reason for her joy, her anger built up like the pressure in a pressure cooker.
She knew a stream of rudeness would escape if she opened her mouth, hence she sealed her lips, put on the exercised smile and stepped aside for him to enter.
Breakfast was other-worldly. She had quite forgotten the sheer deliciousness a classic French breakfast carried in itself.
Her mouth was an adobe of butter, chocolate and coffee, and all her objections vanished with a bite of that melt-in-mouth croissant.
The weather showed a solemn change as the white were replaces by greys and the golden slowly muted down.
She didn't really love rains, any season for that matter, but she could deal with everything. She decided to go down for a stroll, deciding that she had little to do in this room all by herself.
The softness of the Earth under her shoes, the multitude of colours in front of her soft brown eyes, the splendid fragrances filling her nostrils, the melody of nature playing in a loop in her ears and the sweetness of the solitude making her heart flutter.
All her senses were enamoured as she twirled around the gigantic flower garden.
A golden yellow butterfly greeted her by landing on one of her fingers, wanting to hold her finger and take her on a tour around her adobe.
Both of them silently exchanged a few words, and Odette happily agreed to get enamoured by the fluttery beauties and silky petals.
But she hadn't taken a step when two palms softly covered her eyes. She was startled but knew better than to scream. Her heart told her that it was someone she knew and not someone who would try to harm her.
As if someone would even be able to get past the heavy security
Her ringed hand gently reached for the hands which were still placed on her eyes. She felt them, a metallic feel of a ring, gave her a serotonin boost. Her heart danced and the smile that was waiting for its chance finally spread on her face, making her look like a goddess.
With a gentleness equal to the one when they were placed, Odette removed the hands, didn't even bother to open her eyes and kissed the person behind her with so much love that one would have melted into golden honey by its power.
But he didn't.
Their love wasn't cancelling out each other, it was multiplying to become so powerful that it would engulf them forever.
Placing the foreheads together, Odette finally opens her orbs, which shone like brilliant diamonds, to look up at the person whose arrival she awaited. The blush that spreads on both of their faces is automatic.
He twirls the stray lock that adorned her beauty around his finger, his hand, the ringed one, tightly wrapped around her silk regalia.
"I missed you so much! You know how impatient I am, and yet, you made me wait." Odette whines lovingly, the smile never leaving even through her complaint.
"I am sorry, Ette! There was an emergency apple-themed event-"
Odette's eyes narrowed, and an unamused pout took the place of the preceding grin.
"Can we please skip the apple talks, please? I did not come here to escape about those vomit-inducing pieces of shit."
All the while, Liam chuckled, always amused by the thought that out of everyone, he fell in love with that gorgeous lady who hated apples.
"Soo... Now that you are finally here, what are we supposed to do? Just stand here staring at each other?"
"I mean, that wouldn't be bad either."
"C'mon, Li! I didn't travel all the way to here to stand and stare at you. I already do that, every time, at Cordonia." Even though she had spoken it matter-of-factly, it made him blush and grin.
Even more because he had been doing the same, every moment she had been with him, right from the day he met her.
But he had always been a hopeless romantic, she had not.
Whenever Odette told him that he was the one who had made her realize that love and soulmates actually exist, his heart would start running a marathon in his chest. He still couldn't comprehend how someone like him had ended up getting someone like her as his queen.
Every poem, every romantic song, pales in front of the hues of their love, and since words were not enough to express it, he made sure to show it to her, every day, every time, every moment of his life.
"We will do whatever you want to do! This vacation is all about you, after all." He said as she linked her arms into his, but not before she made a wordless promise to the butterfly that she would come back and go on the tour.
As Liam led them towards the car, Odette pulled him back.
"Not the car, Mr Rys. Loire valley has enigmatic forests, and if we are not doing a forest trail, we will seriously miss out on the greatest beauty, the beauty of nature."
And he was in awe, again.
This is the side of Odette that makes her the queen he wanted by his side. How much respect and appreciation she has for everything, especially nature. He happily gave in to her demand.
The soft crunch of some dried leaves and the earthy scents enveloped the area. It wasn't secluded, now and then, the excited chirps and melodious tweets of the feathered beings spread through the air.
Odette's eyes joyfully travelled all around her, the multitude of chrome spreading a happy surprise through her heart.
"My Queen"
She looked up at him, their browns dissolving into each other.
"You know what these hues remind me of?"
"What?" She asked in a silent whisper.
"You."
"Your colours. The multi-chrome of your attributes, and the elegance they add to your persona. They make you charismatic"
"Liam, Yours is the only colour I want to get painted in."
Their lips meet like muscle memory, without any initiation. It was a reflex registered in the record book of their cerebrum.
Their thoughts entangled, arm around each other, the trail ended before they realized. They were now standing in front of the eight o'clock café.
"It isn't eight o'clock yet, but there is something special I've got arranged in here for you." Odette winked, pulling him in.
A few silent whispers later, Odette took Liam to the secluded first floor of the café, only for him to get the surprise.
The arrangement was a large table with his favourite board games, Carcassonne and Scrabble, neatly arranged on it. If he had been a kid, he would have screamed up and down, and circle danced with her.
No one had ever done something like this for him, and he doubted someone ever would.
Well, except her.
The next hours were filled with mindless laughs, funny fights, fake waves of anger and joyful screams.
The voids between those were filled with delicious coffee and melt-in-mouth gelato that had been specially arranged, again by Ette.
She had ordered flavours he had not heard of, and with the constant consumption, he had become a fan of the chocolate fondente flavoured one.
Utterly tired of the endless rounds of gameplay, they finally took their leave while thanking the people their generously for bearing their shenanigans.
Who would have guessed that board games would be so much fun even after years of not playing?
Not them, definitely.
"Just one more spot, and then we will go back, I promise." Odette winked, again.
He doubted if he would ever be able to refuse to her enigma even if he wanted to. One look and he would do anything to make her smile the way he likes.
The surprise that emerged in front of him posed such a stark contrast to the one before that for a moment he felt like he had got a tour of the polar opposites.
His eyes travelled up to the dazzling Ferris Wheel, standing majestically up before them.
"Just executing my idea of experiencing opposites in a day, that's it."
He wanted to kiss her as his life depended on it. But before he could get hold of her, she was already rushing towards the ticket counter, and he followed.
It was the last ticket, and gladly, they had managed to get it. They rushed to enter their cabin, hand in hand, adsorbing the cheerful air around.
The view that met their eyes was heavenly, like a piece of God's adobe fixed neatly amidst the man's land. Their eyes shifted once outside, and the next minute they found themselves staring at each other, eyes sparkling like stars of the endless sky.
She was his flower moon, the happiness and love she brings to his life matching with the fertility and flowers May brings with itself, which is what the Flower Moon symbolizes.
She shines differently from everyone, a unique sight for anyone who lays their eyes upon her, dazzling brilliantly.
The brilliance that pales every obstacle, every pain with the power of her love, she was destined to stay with him forever.
The wordless promise he made holding her hand, that he would fight with the worst if it was to keep her in his heart's labyrinth.
She was the one who made his heart beat, after all.
PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.
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August 5-8, 2021 - La Ville d’Amour {The City of Love}
Book: Open Heart: Third Year
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure)
Word Count: 2421
Rating: G
Category: Fluff, Extended Series: WIP, AU Series,
Trope(s): weddings and proposals, and they went on vacation
Summary:
~Series: Following their engagement, Ethan and Gen navigate the year between the ring and wedding.
~ Chapter: The first part of Ethan and Gen’s Parisian vacation. AKA When they secretly elope.
Warnings: None
A/N: Origninally, this was going to be their entire week in Paris, but I decided as I was writing the elopement part, that I didn’t want that to get lost in the middle of this chapter. Because it’s such a big deal.
So, you’ll get another chapter after this with the rest of their vacation, which ends up being like a mini honeymoon lol And there’s a photo of the wedding bands the got at the end of the fic.
Oh, and I decided to flip-flop between E and G’s POVS for fun. So… Enjoy the fluff. Ethan’s vows made me emo af
Also, using this for @choicesmaychallenge2021 Day 22: Wedding. Since the beans get married.
August Part 1A ~ TYB Masterlist
Ch. 1 ~ Ch. 2 ~ Ch. 3
Thursday, August 5th
A breeze filters into the suite from the terrace, the curtains twisting in the wind. She’s been out there for at least an hour, staring at the sparkling city as Ethan unpacked their bags and got ready to settle into bed.
He’s exhausted, and he knows she is too. They barely slept on the fight from Boston, and she denied his suggestion of napping when they arrived in Paris. Instead, choosing to drag him to Champs de Mars to sit on the grass and stare up at the Eiffel Tower, like it was the most magical thing she’d ever seen.
