#choices fics

[tveitertotwrites]

Painting

Book/Series: The Royal Romance (Post Series)

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!MC (Briar Boleyn)

Rating: General

Words: 726

Summary: During a painting session, Drake interrupts Briar and gets paint on the two of them.

A/N: Just a small piece for now for my first fic for my TRR pairing. Also not 100 percent certain if it is the correct rating but I'll keep it as this for now.

Peace and Quiet became a rarity for the Boleyn-Walker household. Between press conferences, royal meetings, and the general noise from quality family time, Briar stopped having time for her own creativity, wether it be dance, painting, or whatever else came to mind.

So when a weekend came up where Briar's parents came to Cordonia to watch their grandchildren, and Briar and Drake had no plans. Briar decided to take the weekend to paint.

In the left side of the duchy in Willowshade, there is a small room with a bunch of natural sunlight with the doors wide open.

Briar sits in the middle of it wearing overalls covered in what seems like every color of paint imaginable. Her blonde hair pulled back into a claw clip, her bangs hanging out.

Briar holds a large canvas in her hands as she uses blue paint. She paints a family portrait and is currently painting Drake's eyes. Making sure they're the perfect shade a blue.

Drake stands in the doorway and knocks on the open door. Briar finishes painting one of the eyes and turns to look at him, smiling lightly. "Hey."

Drake walks over to Briar, hands moving to the pockets of his jeans. "What'cha painting?" Drake asks as he bends down to look at the painting.

Currently painted are their daughter and son and most of Drake's face. "Our family."

Briar starts painting Drake's other eye, mixing different shades of blue. "Shit." Briar says when she messes up a little bit, causing Drake to laugh. "Perfectionist much Boleyn?" Briar playfully glares at him.

Briar continues painting his eye, making sure it is perfect. In her head she thinks about how much time she spends staring into his eyes so she should know them perfectly.

"I pay attention to your eyes. They're one of my favorite parts of you." Briar says, causing Drake to roll his eyes.

"So what is your favorite part then?" Drake begins to kiss Briar's shoulder, causing her to melt into his arms as he places his hands on her body.

Briar laughs. "I think you know." Drake laughs as he continues kissing her shoulder. "My amazing personality." Briar laughs really hard, causing Drake to chuckle. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

Drake playfully glares at her and takes a paint brush with blue paint and swipes it on her cheek. Briar gasps and takes the brush out of his hand. "Wait." She gets up and carefully moves the painting out of the way, keeping it safe inside a cabinet away from the paint.

"There. Now buddy, you made a mistake." Briar says as she rushes towards Drake, practically tackling him. She dips her finger in her paint pallette, grabbing light green paint.

Briar attempts to put the paint on Drake's forehead but Drake holds her hand back. "No not my precious forehead." Drake says sarcastically, making Briar laugh as she continues trying to swipe paint on his face.

Eventually, Briar leans down and kisses Drake, causing him to falter and allowing her to swipe the paint on him. "Cheater." Drake says as he flips the two of them over, making Drake kneel over Briar. "That's not cheating, just using my resources."

Drake laughs and swipes more paint onto his hand. "Don't you dare Drake." Drake smirks and swipes it on her face, accidentally getting some in her hair. "Fuck, sorry babe." He gently grabs her hair and a paper towel, trying to get it out.

"Eh it's fine it'll wash out." Briar brushes the hair out of her face. She then takes a tube of paint and squeezes some white paint onto her finger and swipes it onto his chin.

Drake laughs, "Ok enough for now." He moves his clean hand to Briar's cheek. "Are we actually done or are you tricking me?" Briar asks as she cleans her hands and his.

"No we're done, I promise." Drake rubs Briar's cheek lovingly. The two of them stare into each other eyes. Blue eyes staring into another set of blue eyes.

Drake leans down and kisses Briar's lips tenderly. Briar tangles her hands in his hair. The two of them slowly pull away.

"You want to keep painting?" Drake asks. "You're really going to ask me that now?" Briar says while chuckling.

"Fair." Drake stands up and bridal carries Briar out of her painting room.

Perma: @kyra75

TRS Only: @kingliam2019

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

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[issabees]

Though a little late to the party, I’m back from the dead to announce that I’ll be participating in @wip-wipeout-weekend! I’m really excited as I have been meaning to go back to writing and sharing my stuff with the fandom, but I end up with nothing whenever I open any of my WIPs. I hope to change that through this event!

The WIPs I will be working on are the following:

Standing Right Here (M!Robin Flores x MC/Marina Acuña) - Sequel to Alone Together. Setting starts in Book 1, post-Chapter 16. Slow burn. I plan to make this a series so the first chapter is what I will be working on for the event!

Coming Home to You (M!Sam Dalton x MC/Marina Acuña) - Set within Book 3. Family drama. I also plan to make this a series so like Standing Right Here, I will be working on the first chapter for the event! Might turn this into a crossover series to cover different MCs!

Hey, You (Ian Kingsley x MC/Augusta Hughes) - Set after Book 1. How We Got Here. This is a standalone fic but I might integrate this into a bigger project later on!

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I initially wanted to include a brief description of what each project is about until I realized that even those I needed to finalize first. Instead, I'm sharing some basic details instead! However, if you want to know more about them, feel free to send me an ask. I can't wait to share all of them with you!

~ Issa 💖

🐝 Tagging some people who might be interested to see this (feel free to message me if you want to be removed in this and future lists!): @txemrn @peonierose @socalwriterbee @kingliamsbitch @lahelasaveiro @rice-wiife @gaydinosaurbananamilkcarton

[homeformyheart]

Hello there! If you have the motivation /time I would love to see a Beckett x f mc fic with the physical affection prompts no 3,11 and 15.

Another suggestion is from the angsty prompts, no. 15 and/or 44

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

thanks mil for the request and sorry it took so long!

author’s note: i really took the multi-prompt challenge to heart and tried to squeeze 5 into ~500 words. i hope you enjoy! copyright: all characters owned by pixelberry studios, except for my oc. series/pairing:the elementalists – beckett harrington x f!mc (celeste russell) rating/warnings: 14+; minor angst, minor ptsd-like descriptions based on/prompt: physical affection prompts // 3. smiling into a kiss, 11. backhugs, 15. the biggest, warmest hugs & otp angst prompts // 15. “Hang on. You’re gonna be okay. Keep breathing.” & 44. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?” in bold word count: ~500 summary: celeste has nightmares that only beckett seems to be able to stop.

nightmares

a low, thunderous cackle echoed despite the biting air and dark sky. celeste opened her eyes, chest tightening at the feel of metal digging into her wrists and ankles. an anguished cry broke through the air – it wasn’t hers – and panic started squeezing around her throat.

“celeste, help!”

“hang on. you’re gonna be okay. keep breathing,” she yelled desperately across the rooftop towards where atlas was strapped down.

compared to the metal cuffs around her wrists – which mainly restricted her freedom – thick leather straps criss-crossed across atlas’ body, rendering any moment nearly impossible.

even atlas’ head was strapped down and celeste just knew that atlas was terrified, despite not being close enough to tell.

“you stupid child. you can’t even help yourself,” raife cackled, his eyes growing deranged as his smile grew. “but don’t worry, you’ll join your sister soon enough.”

no!

the scream ripped from her throat – or maybe it was atlas’ – as a blinding light shot out of raife’s machine.

“no!”

celeste screamed and sat up, holding her head and panting. her comforter fell to her lap, the soft fabric gently reminding her that she was in her own bed, far away from raife and his machine.

not far enough away for the nightmares.

“hey, you’re safe. look at me.”

she looked up into the warm eyes of her boyfriend and immediately let out a sigh of relief. the warmth radiating from beckett seemed to coax the breath back into her lungs.

“come here,” he said softly, putting his book to the side and holding his arms out to her.

she shifted so she could get as close as possible, letting beckett wrap her fully in his embrace and pull her close. she closed her eyes and sighed.

“you give the warmest hugs,” she murmured, the sound of sleep still in her voice despite the tension in her body. “thank you.”

beckett pulled back and carefully swept her hair – damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead – behind her ear before settling his hand on her cheek.

“i’ll always be there for you. don’t you know that?”

the worry lines in his forehead relaxed as she nodded, the corner of her lips turning up into a smile as he lowered his head to kiss her – soft and gentle, but still full of love.

“will you hold me?” she asked quietly.

he moved beside her, shifting so his back was to the wall. “of course.”

she hummed gratefully as one arm slid under her pillow and the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. his heartbeat was steady and soothing, and it didn’t take long for celeste to fall back asleep.

she intertwined her fingers with his over her stomach as a peaceful sleep took her, beckett’s proximity seeming to be the one thing that kept her dreams nightmare-free.

* * * * * taglist: @choicesficwriterscreations; @robintora; @miss-smrxtiee; @eleanorbloom; @itsjustwinter; @mm2305; @adiehardfan;

[stanzoeywade]

Masterlist

Free falling (Poppy x MC)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Poppy x MC fic

snap battles || 1 ||

stuck

Tiptoe

Duality

Part one

Part two

Part three

lace and louboutins

ZOEY X VERONICA

why would you ever kiss me?

HEADCANONS

Dating Poppy Min-Sinclair

Quarantine hcs (Poppy x MC)

Jealousy hcs (Poppy x MC)

Poppy taking care of sick MC

Poppy calming MC down bc of Prof

Dating Veronica hcs

Poppy taking care of hurt MC

Poly Jackie x Aurora x MC

AUs

Poppy x MC tinder!au

Veronica x MC tinder!au

Mamma Mia AU|| part 1|| part 2|| part 3

fast and furious AU

REQUESTS

Choking (Poppy x MC)

Poppy x MC Good in Bed by Dua Lipa

Poppy x MC (gender neutral)

Poppy reveals her relationship with MC

Poppy and Becca are friends hcs

Poppy x badgirl!MC

Poppy x MC fluff

Poppy x MC angst

Poppy x jock!MC

Poppy x MC first I love yous

Quarantine hcs pt2

Poppy angst+fluff

Horny Hours

3:45 am

11:00 am

12:00 am

6:36 pm

11:55 pm

[anotherbeingsworld]

Glad You Came

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine)

Characters: Bryce Lahela and Keiki Lahela.

Description: A rewrite of Chapter 11, with Keiki present to be there for Bryce during the aftermath of the attack at the hospital. 

A/N: Hiii, this is a fic that me and @bratzlahela talked about and, its finally a reality! It is a rewrite for chapter 11 with Keiki in it, cause I miss one keiki lahela, and I miss the whole OH gang especially Bryce :’) I hope all of you enjoy it! 

Tags:  @bitchloveskcbaseball​ , @storyofmychoices​ @jaxsmutsuo​ , @mvalentine​ , @princess-geek​ , @lahellacute​ ,  @this-person-is-busy​ , @annekebbphotography​ , @mrsbhandari​ , @dcbbw​ , @choicessa​ , @choices-confessions​ ,@fantasyoverreality98​ , @baltersome​ , @ofpixelsandscribbles​ , @thundergom​  @starrystarrytrouble​,  @kelseaaa​  ,@bratzlahela​ , @choicesficwriterscreations​ , @soft-for-drake​ , @lalizah​ , @drethanramslay​ , @arcticlumineer​ , @choicesstan1​ , @aveeiro​ , @eleanorbloom​ , @openheartfanfics  (if you want to be removed or added, let me know 💜) 

MY MASTERLIST

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He was pacing outside the room, as he decided to excuse himself from the room. His eyes fall onto Casey’s back, as she lay on top of the bed. Staring to the window, a reflection of herself was seen. The sadness can be seen, as Bryce lets out a sigh, his eyes never leaving hers.

His gaze stops at the sound of footsteps, and the familiarity of the voice booming through the halls of Edenbrook. Keiki Lahela was found, making his way into his direction. A worried look on her face, as she ran towards him. Somehow, she crashed into his arms for a hug. As both of them, feeling the pain that occurred.

After a while, they pulled away.

‘How did you get here?’

‘Dr. Delarosa and Dr. Mirani bought me here, they figured you might need some support for the time being..’ Keiki replies as her eyes fall onto Casey who was sound asleep, or perhaps… trying to.

They were silent, as both of the siblings stared through the glass. Bryce looks horrified, as his eyes fall onto the Electrocardiogram (ECG) examining her heartbeat from afar, silently hoping that she would made it through the night.

‘Can I see her?’ Keiki’s voiced suddenly fragile, as the tears started to form in her eyes. Bryce pulled his sister for a hug, as the siblings held onto another until the saw movement from the other side of the glass. Casey was awake, or as she seems to be. Her eyes went wide at the appearance of one Keiki Lahela on the other side, waving her arms enthusiastically at her.

‘Let’s get you into a suit, Keiki.’ Bryce leads her to the hazmat suit for them to suit up. The look of fascination in her eyes, as she studies the room. It was filled with medical technology that somehow made her whistle in adoration.

After they were suited, both of them stepped into the room. The pressure was high, as Keiki somehow felt herself floating in the suit despite her height. Bryce leads her into the room, as he sensed the fear in her, earning a small smile from the mini Lahela.

‘Keiki, Bryce!’ Her voice was weak, but you could hear the enthusiasm in it.

‘Casey!’ Keiki let go of Bryce’s grip, as she launched herself into Casey’s arm, as the two of them hugged.

‘How did you come here??’ Casey asked the same question earning a chuckle from Bryce, as he gave her a comforting squeeze on her hand.

‘That doesn’t matter, how are you feeling?’ Keiki started to bombarded her with questions, Bryce shook his head in disapproval while Casey just smile at her antics.

‘Keiki, don’t you think we should let her rest maybe? She is still fighting here, and we want her to win.’ Bryce said, as their hands found each other, holding each other for dear life, as Keiki somewhat saw a flash of worried on his face which she made herself a note to point it out later.

‘Alright fine, but… you are going to be alright, right?’ Her voice was filled with anxious, as somewhat waiting for an answer that manage could change her life in a way Casey had done for her and Bryce.

‘I will.. I will be alright.’ Casey took her free hand, and squeeze Keiki’s hands giving her a squeeze of comfort. Earning a nod from Keiki, as she returns the gesture.

‘Definitely, I want to see my sister-in-law alive and well. We will definitely be sisters, right Bryce?’ Keiki winks as a shade of pink was seen on his face, along with Casey’s too.

They accompanied Casey for the quarter of the night, as Keiki finally found herself yawning after their story session together. They waved at her, as Bryce leaves a ‘kiss’ for Casey before entering the hallways once more.

After the seriousness, Keiki turned to her brother. A worried expression was seen on her face,

‘Hey… you know it’s okay to be scared right?’

Bryce lets out a laugh,

‘I’m not scared, I am okay Keiki.’ Bryce looks around the hallway, as Keiki looked at him in disbelief.

‘Bryce..’ He somehow is trying a way to dodge, as he leads Keiki to the lobby. It was as busy as a hospital should be, with everything going on. Tonight was different, as the tragedy strikes giving him a much more edge around him.

Both of the Lahela’s took a seat, at the almost-empty lobby. Somewhere around the corner, as Bryce sinks himself on the cushion chairs. A sigh escaping him, with Casey out of the view. It felt like, he finally gotten the chance to unload the pain that he has been holding on.

‘You know you can talk to me right?’ Keiki took the opposite seat, and looked at him in a sad expression. She remembers the worried form of his brother even after all these years being apart. She notices when his mood had changed, and somehow, those features can be seen here.

‘I have to be strong Keiki, Casey’s counting on me…’ He replied covering her face with his hands, trying to cover himself from the distress that can be seen from his face.

There was silence before, Keiki gives his hand a squeeze.

‘I know, but… you don’t have to be alone in this. I don’t know if I could do it without you Bryce..’ Her voice was slow, as her head was lowered as his ears perked up.

‘What do you mean?’

“When we were younger, my first fear. Thunders, and you were there for me. You stood there, singing some ballad and, for the first time. I wasn’t afraid anymore, and I want to be there for you… just the way you been there for me years ago.’

His eyes were suddenly filled with tears once more, as he remembers the memory vividly.

‘Casey wants you to be strong, but…she doesn’t want you to beat yourself up for this okay? I am here, your friends; we all are being strong together.’ Keiki’s words made him smile, as he pulled her into a hug. They haven’t hug ever since her return, but… somewhat the familiar gesture brought back all the memories of their good old days, somehow feeling grateful for their sudden reunion.

He glanced at the wall clock, as it strucks midnight,

‘You should head back home Keiki, get some sleep. It’s already late, and all.’ He said with a gentle tone in his voice.

As Keiki was about to reply, Ines and Zaid made their way to them. A smile on her face, as Zaid was the usual frown that they know all too well.

‘I’m so sorry if this causes anymore trouble, but… thank you for bringing Keiki here Dr. Delarosa.’ Bryce said, as Keiki and Zaid were in a heated discussion on the latest pop trends.

‘It’s okay Bryce, in this times; we need all the support we can get. It was quite a scare, but… I know Casey is a fighter, Rafael too. They can win this.’ She said with a smile on her face making him smile aswell.

Bryce nods in agreement, as the three of them started to leave. Before that, Keiki hugs him once more and said,

‘I will keep my phone with me, please update me on how Casey is doing okay?’

Bryce nods as he ushers her to go. She smiles as they leave the hospital, a small smile can be seen on his face before he made his way once more to Casey, a new sense of hope were planted in him.

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He founds himself suited once more in the hazmat suit, entering the room to a sleeping Casey. Bryce smiles softly at how calm she looks, as he kept track on her heartbeat; making sure it was still beating until the very end. After a moment, Casey found herself smiling by his presence as she gives him the look, a language of their own as he is the only one who understands.

He nods, as he stays with her for the night. As every second passes by, there were words that were left unsaid, as the fear consumes them both through the night hoping the morning would give them some good news.

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The night went by quickly, as it is finally a new day. Bryce founds himself pacing once more waiting for the diagnostics team to arrive along with cure, he was hoping silently. And, the smile on his smile couldn’t be wider as he saw Ethan and the rest making their way through the ward.

After it was injected, Casey was safe. Rafael was safe, as he took out his phone, leaving a text for Keiki before rushing into the run to be meet with Casey’s arms around his waist. A small victory for them, as Keiki was smiling on the other side of the phone as well.

‘She survived, and she can’t wait to see you soon.’ – Bryce. 

THE END.

[edgydepressedchoicesthot]

WIP List

So, I know I haven’t been active lately over the summer, due to a personal funk and a lot of things taking my time, and I kinda lost interest in Playchoices after a while. But the upcoming books give me hope. To get myself out of this funk, I decided to work on my fics and WIPs. I’ve recently updated my ES fic, which can be found here, and listed my WIPs here to anyone who’s interested. They’ll be posted on tumblr as well as on my AO3 account here.

If any of you want to be tagged on my fics when I post them, leave a message or reblog!

Merely Players - America’s Most Eligible; Mackenzie x F!MC; standalone fic

Magicians are the most honest people in the world; they tell you they're going to fool you, and then they do it.

Or:

There are two contestants on the 10th season of “America’s Most Eligible” who play dirty to win, and neither of them are Ivy.

Vaguely Downwards - Hero; Eva x F!MC; series of oneshots

“What if,” Eva offers. “All those years ago, we were both doing the right thing? Both of us committing a Falling-From-Grace-level offense, was good. What would you say to that?”

Doubt crosses the angel’s face, and the demon sees her victory.

Good Omens AU

Act of Courage - It Lives in the Woods; Lucas x M!MC, Noah x M!MC; standalone fic

It shouldn’t feel like this, after all this time. We won, didn’t we?

No, Josh realizes. We didn’t.

In which a survivor contemplates what was, what is, and what could have been.

[darley1101]

Halloween Trick

A/N I love writing the creepy, spooky, and angst-riddled, which makes October and Halloween an exciting time for me. I had several prompts come in that sort of melded together into this one shot. It started with a request from @endlessly-searching-for-you “What God awful demon possessed you to wear that?” “There will be a lot of screaming tonight.” and “The legend said it only goes after virgins...so sucks to be you I guess.” Right after her request came in I got one from @choicesfan44 for a heated argument between Chris x Aria/MC, followed by an anonymous one for them to go to a haunted house. How could I not combine those three requests together? Especially since Braidwood Manor is nearby.

Characters: Aria/MC, Abbie, Kaitlyn, Zack, Tyler, Chris and Becca (Please note that Chris is technically with Becca but very much has feelings for Aria)

Setting: This is set during The Freshmen. I am taking some liberty with the time frame, so Chris is still bumbling through his so called 'relationship' with Becca.

Rating/Warning: Mature readers only. Strong language

Halloween Tricks

“The moon has awoken with the sleep of the sun, the light has been broken; the spell has begun.” -Midgard Morningstar

Uncertainty flickered across eighteen year old Aria Forbes pretty features as she studied her reflection in the full length mirror that was fixed to the back of her closet door. She barely recognized the creature staring back; which was the point she supposed since it was Halloween. “You need to let your hair down Ari,” her best friend Kaitlyn had told her. “Like, literally let your hair down. And it won't kill you to let Abbie do your make up. You've moped over Chris long enough.” It had been futile to protest because deep down Aria knew Kaitlyn was right, she had spent the last two months either crying or moping around over some guy that had ditched her for a sorority girl who put out. Silently acknowledging that Kaitlyn was right didn't keep Aria from wanting to just spend the evening curled up with a feel good romance novel that made her forget her bruised ego and cracked heart. In the end, she had caved under pressure and quietly sat on a stool while Kaitlyn did something with her long brown hair and Abbie, like the artist she was, transformed her face from fresh faced to sultry. She'd even submitted to putting on the over sized orange sweatshirt with a jack-o-lantern face printed on the front that Kaitlyn insisted counted as a costume. Now, as she stood before the mirror, staring at the end result, she doesn't know if she can go through with whatever plans Kaitlyn cooked up. She wanted to wipe the make up off, exchange the Halloween sweatshirt for the old flannel shirt she'd stolen from her dad, and hide under the covers.

“Don't even think about it,” Abbie warned from the doorway, her arms crossed over chest and her eyes steely with determination. “I am not going to be stuck partaking in whatever Halloween hi-jinx Kaitlyn has planned without some back up.”

“I don't like Halloween,” Aria sighed. She turned away from the mirror and strode across the room to plop down on her bed. “Do you know  how many times bigger kids stole my candy? Or how many parties I was intentionally excluded from in high school?” Her nose wrinkled up at the unpleasant memories. In grade school she had been the smallest and the slowest, which made her an easy target for the bigger, meaner kids out to steal as much candy as possible. In junior high and school she had been persona non grata thanks to her mom being the high school principal; nobody wanted to date, befriend, or invite Mrs. Forbes precious daughter. To say her formative years had been lonely was an understatement. It was probably why she latched on to her suite mates as quickly as she had. Especially Chris Powell. Her cheeks flushed, thinking of the fool she'd mad of herself over him. Their first night in the suite she had let Kaitlyn talk her into a drinking game that had led to her inviting Chris back to her room. She'd been just drunk enough to make a complete fool of herself by rambling about her pathetic high school experience and how she was probably the only virgin in her graduating class. The V word had been like throwing ice water on Chris. He'd gone form hot and heavy to Mr. Cuddly.

“Girl, you're preaching to the choir. The last time I went out on Halloween I ended up covered in what I pray was fake blood and not something those assholes picked up from the butcher shop.” A visible shudder rippled through Abbie's slender body. “My parents used to try to make me take my younger sister...childhood experiences and memories...” she paused to roll her eyes, “but we usually found some church having a fall festival and then hit up Wal-mart for a bag of mixed candy so mom wouldn't question us.”

Bending slightly at the waist, Aria tugged on the black above the knee socks Kaitlyn had given to her when she'd forced the sweatshirt. Apparently they, too, were part of the so called costume. The only thing Aria could figure out was she was supposed to be some sort of sexy pumpkin. Didn't Kaitlyn realize pumpkins weren't sexy? “Think we can get away with talking Kaitlyn into something similar?”

“Yeah right.” Abbie rolled her soft brown eyes before moving to stand in front of the mirror. She leaned forward, patting her middle finger next to her eye where a clump of glitter had settled. “She's not in it for the candy, she's in for the scare. I overheard Zack telling Tyler that she was bragging about knowing  how to get into Braidwood Manor.”

“Braidwood Manor?” A chill rippled down Aria's spine. Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Yeah. It's this abandoned estate about fifteen minutes from here. Supposedly its haunted.” Abbie continued to pat at the glitter, spreading it up into her hairline. If Aria was a sexy pumpkin, then Abbie was a sweet ghost with a fetish for glitter. “And supposedly that's where we're all going tonight.”

“We?” Aria's heart lurched and a familiar panic started tightening in her chest. Please don't let Chris or Becca be part of that we. For about five seconds Aria had thought Chris liked her, that maybe just maybe a boy was looking at her and actually seeing her. Ha. What an idiot she had been. The same night she worked up her courage to tell him that she liked him, he hooked up with the blonde bitch that had dumped iced coffee on her the first day of the semester. Becca Davenport, president of some stupid sorority that wore too much pink and so beautiful it hurt. Chris had wasted no time in sliding in Becca's designer silk sheets, leaving Aria confused, heart broken, and a pathetic mess that cried at night when she thought her suite mates were sleeping. College was turning out to be another round of high school.

“Yeah. And before you ask...I don't know who all that entails. I think half of Hartfeld goes. Its sort of a right of passage. Seeing which students last the longest.” Abbie turned from the mirror, a sympathetic look on her face. “If they do show up, maybe we can push her down a set of stairs and blame it on a ghost.”

Aria let out a small laugh. “We can't do that Abbie.”

“Uh, yeah, we can. Bitch has it coming. She's a heinous troll.”

“Whose a heinous troll?” Kaitlyn demanded. She breezed into the room in a cloud of colored hair spray and Victoria Secret's Love Spell. “Ohh. Wait. Let me guess.” She cocked her head to the side, chewing black lip stick off her lower lip. “You wouldn't happen to be talking about Becca would you?”

“What gave it away? Heinous, troll, or bitch?”  There was no ignoring the sarcasm in Abbie's voice or the tension that was crunching up her features. “Seriously, Kait, if that bitch is there...”

Kaitlyn chewed off the remainder of her lipstick, her gaze dropping to the floor before darting up to meet Aria's. “Look, I didn't invite either of them but I can't guarantee that they won't show. Darren knows, plus going to Braidwood Manor on Halloween is a Hartfeld tradition.”

Swallowing the lump of dismay that was threatening to form in her throat, Aria forced a wobbly smile. “Who cares about Chris and Becca? They deserve each other.” The words tasted sour on her tongue, a lie she told herself to ease the pain of rejection. It seldom worked and now was no exception. Despite his unholy attraction to Becca 'Queen Bitch' Davenport, Chris was a nice guy. He deserved better than the blonde viper he was currently sleeping with.

“That's the spirit!” Kaitlyn exclaimed clapping her hands together in excitement. “Okay, let me put on some more lipstick and we can blow this joint.” An excited squeal followed her out the door.

“You're getting better,” Abbie murmured. “I almost believed you this time.” Aria opened her mouth to deny the accusation but let her lip fall into a sad smile. What was the point in arguing against a truth she had just acknowledged herself? “And my offer to be the friendly ghost that does the world a favor by pushing her down a staircase still stands.”

A real smile spread across Aria's lips as she hooked her arm through Abbie's and motioned for her other best friend to lead the way. “Shall we see if that opportunity arises?”

“We shall,” Abbie laughed. Her laugh faltered when they entered the living area of their suite and found Chris chatting with Tyler while Becca stood nearby with a scowl fixed on her face. “Great,” she muttered. Aria started to pull back, to retreat to her room and lock the door. “Oh hell no,” Abbie whispered, “I'm not going to let you give that bitch the satisfaction of you running and hiding.”

“I don't think I can deal with her tonight,” Aria pleaded. She tugged her arm, trying to free herself from Abbie's grip but it was pointless. The other girl had an iron grip.

“There will be a lot of screaming tonight,” Zack squealed, his eyes shining bright with a feverish sort of excitement. “A guy in my lit class said you can practically hear the ghosts of the children crying out for help. Can you imagine...being murdered by your own mother because she wanted to protect you?” Chris responded with something Aria couldn't hear over the buzzing in her ears. Why did he have to look so good? His tall, athletic form was garbed in the traditional Grease T Bird uniform of dark washed jeans, white t shirt, and black leather jacket. Of course Becca was dressed to perfection as a Pink Lady. It was enough to make Aria gag.

“Ew.” Becca let out a sneer, her full lips twisting into a ugly grimace that made her look a lot like the heinous troll Abbie insisted she was. “What god awful demon possessed you to wear that?” It took Aria a moment to realize that she was the one Becca was talking to. “Would their name happen to be Abbie?”

“Actually,” Kaitlyn cleared her throat, “I'm the one who picked it out and I happen to think she looks amazing.” The smaller, petite girl strode over and wrapped an arm around Aria's waist. A defiant look crossed her face. “Don't you agree Chris? Doesn't Aria look amazing?”

“Yeah,” Chris answered softly, his blue eyes colliding with Aria's. For a moment the connection Aria had felt that first night sparked to life, holding them hostage.

“Whatever. It's not like she's going to last long at Braidwood Manor.” Becca rolled her eyes. A wicked grin stretched across her pink lips. “The house, specifically the mother, loves girls like Aria.”

“What's that supposed to mean,”Abbie demanded.

“Oh. Haven't you heard. One of the things the mother was trying to protect her precious daughters from was the wicked, delights of the flesh. She couldn't stand the idea of her innocent daughters succumbing to lust. So... she protected them by killing them. So now that's what the house craves.” Her grin spread even further as she leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Aria. “The legend says it only goes after virgins...so sucks to be you I guess.”

It felt as though ice cold water had been thrown on Aria. Everything in her froze. How the hell did Becca know that she was a virgin? And then it hit her. Chris. Chris had told Becca about that first night and how Aria had chickened out on having sex because she wanted her first time to be special. “You're such a fucking asshole,” she screamed, blood rushing to her pale cheeks. “I can't believe I ever thought you were...” Her lower lip started to tremble and the room started to blur. She could hear Becca laughing. Abbie threatening to punch someone's lights out. And Kaitlyn...Kaitlyn was rubbing small circles on her back, telling her it was going to be alright. Aria jerked away. “It's not going to be alright,” she sobbed. “I'm sick to death of not feeling good enough, of people acting like there's something wrong with me because I don't...I'm not...I'm not Becca.” She spun around to glare at Chris. “I trusted you. I thought you were at least my friend. Turns out you're just like her!” She jabbed a finger at Becca.

“And what would that be Aria? Beautiful? Popular?”

It took every ounce of her will power not to walk across the living room and smack Becca across the face. “No, an empty shell of a human being who makes up for her own short comings by trying to make others feel bad about themselves.”

“I'm not...that isn't me,” Chris protested.

Aria snorted. “Right.” She pushed past Abbie and yanked open the door to the stairs that led up to the roof. Her feet thundered against the wood, her eyes burning as her tears liquefied her mascara and eyeliner. She let out a gasp as the cool autumn air hit her, a strong gust of wind pushing her hair off her face. Wrapping her arms around her middle she ignored her chattering teeth and stood staring out across campus. Students of all ages were running around in various forms of costumes, laughing and having a good time. If not for Becca, she would have been one of them. It was pathetic that she was letting one person ruin her night but that was her middle name: Aria “Pathetic” Forbes. She let out a sound of disgust. Was this really the person she wanted to continue to be?

“Can we talk?”

Her body stiffened at the sound of Chris's voice.  She should have known that he would follow her outside. It seemed to be a pattern. Becca would make her feel like crap, she would run off and Chris would follow. In the past she had used it as an opportunity to beg him to pick her, to choose her. He never did. His loyalty to Becca was baffling. “You're the last person I want to talk to,” she bit out, tightening her arms around her middle. Her fingers twisted into the soft fabric of Kaitlyn's sweatshirt. “Why don't you go run your mouth to Becca some more. You seem to be good at that.”

“That's fair,” Chris sighed. “But I'm not going anywhere until we talk. Not until you let me apologize.”

“What is there to talk about?” Her fingers twisted tighter into the fabric, pulling at it. “Every chance she gets, Becca makes my life a living hell. A lot of times right in front of you. And you're either too blind to see it or you just don't care. Either way, don't you dare stand there apologizing for sharing personal information with someone who openly hates me.” Untangling her right hand, Aria reached up and wiped at her cheeks, grimacing at the smears of black that were left on her fingertips. She could only imagine the mess her face was. All of Abbie's hard work down the drain. “You know,” she whispered, “I am sick to death of being made to feel bad for being nice or wanting to wait for the right person.”

“There's nothing wrong with being nice or waiting Ari.” His voice was closer, so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. “I need you to know I didn't tell Becca. Not directly. Darren and I were talking about why I pulled back from you. I told him I didn't want to hurt you, that I'm not in a good place for a serious relationship and that's what you deserve. I didn't want to be that guy who took advantage or for you to look back and regret your first time because you threw it away on a guy who doesn't know what he wants.”

His words cut to the quick. It would have hurt less if he had told her that he had intentionally told Becca. “You need to leave,” she whispered. “You say you don't want to hurt me but you being here, telling me these things, knowing that you're going to walk out the door with Becca...that hurts. It hurts more than you will ever know. So please, if you care about my feelings as much as you claim...just go.”

There was a pregnant pause, silence hanging heavy between them, before the weight of his jacket settled on her shoulders and the soft sound of the door clicking shut echoed in her ears. Aria bit back a sob, burying her face in the still warm leather. No matter how many times they did this song and dance, she couldn't bring herself to let him go. It wasn't an obsession, she'd considered that. It was more like this awareness that there was something between them that could be magical if he would just give it half a shot. Instead, they both spent their nights miserable. Her crying alone in her bed while he lay next to someone who was mean for sport.

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[robbiessutcliffe]

I have an idea

This last fic I wrote, Run Boy Run about Noah Marshall, was based off of a song, and it was one of the easiest for me to write. So, I thought that maybe if I paired fics with songs to base them off of, then I could write a lot more.

So! To test this theory of mine- feel free to send in a character or couple of the Choices universe, and a song that you feel like goes with them. You could also add in a prompt if you're feeling ambitious.

Just send me an ask with the character and song, and I'll (try to) write a oneshot to go with it!