#@openheartforeverinmyheart

[choicesfandomappreciation]

There are some beautiful souls I've been missing so much lately and I want to let them know how much they're loved and appreciated. Sending lots of hugs and love to @a-crepusculo @ofmischiefandmedicine @mysticalgalaxysstuff @lsvdw-blog @lem-20 @openheartforeverinmyheart 💕💕💕 Thank you so much for all the amazing content you blessed us with, ladies. I hope we'll see you more of you in the future because the fandom is just not the same without you. In the meantime, I hope life is treating you kindly and that you're doing great out there. 💕💕💕

@a-crepusculo @ofmischiefandmedicine @mysticalgalaxysstuff @lsvdw-blog @lem-20 @openheartforeverinmyheart

[peonierose]

So it’s that time again. I’m doing a cleanup of my tag lists. To even say that I have more than one tag list is insane 😅 But I’m very grateful for that, I really am.

But before I do that I just wanted to take a quick moment and say thank you to everyone who’s ever given one of my stories a chance. For taking the time to leave a like, a reblog or a comment. It means the absolute world to me and I appreciate it 🩷🌸

So I will tag everyone I have on my current tag lists. So let me know if you want to be added, removed or even moved to a different tag list. There are absolutely no hard feelings 🥰 Tastes change and people have less time to read and reblog stuff (myself included).

Please reply by March 17th the latest. If you feel uncomfortable reblogging this post you can reach out through dms. That’s absolutely okay too 🥰

Lots of love

-PR

My current tag lists are down below and if you don’t see yourself on any of my lists but would like to be added don’t hesitate to reach out to me 🌸🥰

Perma tags:

@annieruok94 @potionsprefect

@socalwriterbee @cariantha

@secretaryunpaid @inlocusmads

@aallotarenunelma @jerzwriter

@karahalloway @a-cloud-for-dreams

@mysticalgalaxysstuff

@starrystarrytrouble

@quixoticdreamer16 @princess-geek

@genevievemd @issabees

@stars-are-within-me

@jamespotterthefirst

@the-mrsreigns @thosehallowedhalls

@openheartforeverinmyheart

@amortentiaopenheart @alj4890

@surrrenderronniebabe1 @annfg8

@eleanorbloom

@zealouscanonindeer

@kristinamae093

Open Heart only:

@liaromancewriter @lilyoffandoms

@mvalentine @a-crepusculo

@zahrachoices @the-pale-goddess

@takemyopenheart

@trappedinfanfiction

TNA:

@sfb123

-The Nightbound tag won’t be active for the foreseeable future since my Nightbound stories are taking a hiatus.-

Crimes of Passion

Immortal Desires

Currently I don’t have a tag list for neither CoP nor ID but I’d like to add them in the future (I don’t know how much I will write for these two books but in case you’re interested I can put you on that list and if I post something I’ll tag you in it).

Again thank you so much for every little dahs of love you showed to me, my stories and my characters 🩷

[jerzwriter]

Tag-List Clean Up

With the fandom being so small now, I debated if it was even worth doing this. But the truth is, Tumblr doesn't make tagging easy, and I'd rather have a shorter list that is representative of those who really want to see my work, so a clean-up is needed!

If you're currently on one of my lists, please comment, reblog, or DM me if you'd like to remain on. Unless you specify otherwise, I'll leave you on the lists you are on now.

If you're not currently on one of my lists but would like to be, please comment, reblog, or DM me with the list you wish to be added to.

These are the lists I will be maintaining:

Perma: You will be subjected to (hey - you asked for it 😉) all fics, edits, commissions.

Open Heart: All Open Heart works.

Ethan Ramsey All: Any and all works including Ethan. They can be Ethan x MC, Ethan x OC, Ethan standalone, or friendship.

Ethan Ramsey x MC: These will be limited to Ethan x Kaycee (or a new MC, should I choose to create one).

Tobias Carrick All: Any and all works including Tobias. This will generally be Tobias x Casey (MC) but may involve other pairings or platonic stories as well.

Wake the Dead: All WTD Works

Crimes of Passion: All CoP Works

Given that people aren't online as often, I will leave this open for a month. If I don't hear from current followers by the end of October, I will remove you effective November 1st.

Thank you for your attention - and thank you to everyone who has supported me the last two years in this crazy little corner!

Current lists below break.

Perma: @animesuck3r @alj4890 @annoyingmillenialnewbie @crazy-loca-blog @differenttyphoonwerewolf @fayeswiftie @gryffindordaughterofathena @genevievemd @inlocusmads @jamespotterthefirst @jennieausten @kingliam2019 @liaromancewriter @lucy-268 @onikalover @openheartforeverinmyheart @potionsprefect @quixoticdreamer16 @rookiemartin @secretaryunpaid @socalwriterbee @sophxwithers @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction

Open Heart: @alwaysmychoices @annfg8 @binny1985 @coffeeheartaddict2 @peonierose @youlookappropriate

Ethan All: @custaroonie @headoverheelsforramsey @mrs-ramsey @parisa-kh @queencarb @wanderingamongthewildflowers

Ethan x MC: @cariantha @cryomyst @mysticaurathings

Tobias: @icecoffee90 @kyra75 @storyofmychoices

@jerzwriter-reblogs-asks

(Wake the Dead and Crimes of Passion will be on reblog - as Tumblr is doing Tumblr-y things...)

[cariantha]

Tag List

Hi there!

I've been on a year-end cleaning binge and I figured it was time to finally do a tag list clean-up.

Current Tag List:

@potionsprefect @jamespotterthefirst @annfg8 @peonierose @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @quixoticdreamer16 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @inlocusmads @txemrn @trappedinfanfiction @mvalentine @takemyopenheart @openheartforeverinmyheart @coffeeheartaddict2 @genevievemd @starrystarrytrouble @hopelessromantic1352 @kyra75 @lsvdw-blog @rookiemartin @headoverheelsforramsey @zealouscanonindeer

I'll be using two tag lists moving forward. If you'd like to be tagged, please send me a note and let me know which list(s) you'd like to be on. I'll start using the new tag lists on 12/18.

Fics & Edits

Asks (more involved asks only, like major HC stuff or edits)

Happy to add anyone at any time to my tag lists. Just message me.🙂

[avadmortain]

HOW DID YOU GET THAT M SCENE I HAVE LITERALLY PLAYED M’S ROUTE EVERYDAY SINCE IT CAME OUT AND I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT

hi anon!!

honestly im not 100% sure how i got it either, but ill try my best to break down my choices:

- did research instead of combat

- but did not choose to ask sin to come over to the agencies side, considering him a lost cause

- went alone instead of with rebecca

basically, a scene is triggered where the mc confronts sin and then ub shows up to back the mc up. ub says they’ll handle sin and that the mc should handle the auctioneer. but before the mc leaves they stop their li and then get this scene.

ive gotten it once before in the love triangle scene…. and it’s so so juicy 👀 made pretty much all of those choices in the lt route as well so…..

@writingblogoop @lalizah @agentnatesewell @kdelarenta @openheartforeverinmyheart since you guys asked!!

[choicesbookclub]

Inspired by our Crimes of Passion Book Club playthrough I thought we could all share our detectives + royals!

Whether you have a fully formed profile or just a cute moodboard or some vague HCs, feel free to tag @choicesbookclub or message me a link at @lovealexhunt and I'll add it to our list!

Make your own Dossier

You can also submit your character profiles to @choicesficwriterscreations's MC / OC page

Names Listed Alphabetically by Detective's First Names

🔎 Aisha Rose ~ @rookiemartin

🔎 Augusta Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @kat-tia801

🔎 Braeden Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne~ @txemrn

🔎 Callum Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne~ @twinkleallnight

🔎 Cameron Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @cariantha

🔎 Carolina Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne~ @jerzwriter

🔎 Casandra Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @ao719

🔎 Ceri Rose ~ @choices-ceri

🔎 Cheyanne Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @tessa-liam

🔎 Claire Rose ~ @lucy-268

🔎 Cordelia Rose ~ @openheartforeverinmyheart

🔎 Daria Rose ~ @fairymatchmaker

🔎 Emily Rose ~ @moominofthevalley

🔎 Evelyn Rose ~ @dr-colossal-pita

🔎 Gabriel Rose ~ @lilyoffandoms

🔎 Geneviève Rose-Lys ~ @casualoddities

🔎 Haelyn Rózsa ~ @a-cloud-for-dreams

🔎 Hirokazu Rose ~ @fairymatchmaker

🔎 Isabel Rosas ~ @jamespotterthefirst

🔎Jenna Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @peonyblossom

🔎 Jules Rose ~ @liaromancewriter

🔎 Lilah Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne~ @storyofmychoices / @lovealexhunt

🔎 Lyra Rose ~ @ladylamrian

🔎 Lorrie Rose ~ @gutsfics

🔎 Malone Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @quixoticdreamer16

🔎 Marianne Alba + 👑 Trystan Thorne~ @lawyerlies

🔎 Neera Roase ~ @noesapphic

🔎 Nora Rose ~ @inlocusmads

🔎 Sabrina Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @kyra75

🔎 Sofia Rose + 👑 Trystan Thorne ~ @trappedinfanfiction

🔎 Theo Rose-Collette ~ @choicesfrog

🔎 Xander Argento Rose ~ @farizrz

[liaromancewriter]

Tag List Update: Reply by Feb 28

It’s not springtime, but it is time to update my tag list especially considering how much smaller the fandom is now. 

Please respond to this post if you would like to remain on the tag list(s) as presented below OR if you would like any adjustments. Just a reminder, I write for Open Heart only. All options below the cut. 

New tag list goes into effect March 1, so please respond by Feb 28.

If you would rather not be tagged anymore, that’s perfectly alright. Just ignore this post and carry on with your day. 😉

I also plan to write more original short stories in 2023 (date tbd). They will be romantic fiction, M!OC x F!OC. LMK if you’d like to be tagged on those.

All Pairings/Characters Fics & Edits: @a-crepusculo​ @annfg8​ @bex-la-get​ @bluebelle08​ @cariantha​ @choicesaddict5​ @coffeeheartaddict2​ @crazy-loca-blog​ @doriopenheart​ @genevievemd​ @headoverheelsforramsey​ @lucy-268​ @jamespotterthefirst​ @jerzwriter​ @mysticalgalaxysstuff​ @openheartforeverinmyheart​ @peonierose​ @takemyopenheart​ @potionsprefect​ @queencarb​ @quixoticdreamer16​ @rookiemartin​ @socalwriterbee​ @tessa-liam​ @trappedinfanfiction​ @vi-writes-stuff​ @zahrachoices​

Ethan & Cassie Fics & Edits only: @custaroonie​ @lady-calypso​ @hopelessromantic1352​ @mrs-ramsey​

Max & Sienna Fics & Edits only: @aallotarenunelma​

Detailed Character Asks: @bluebelle08​ @crazy-loca-blog​ @coffeeheartaddict2​ @doriopenheart​ @lucy-268​ @jerzwriter​ @openheartforeverinmyheart​ @peonierose​ @queencarb​ @quixoticdreamer16​ @rookiemartin​ @tessa-liam​ @trappedinfanfiction​

Character-Driven Reblog Games: @a-crepusculo​ @bluebelle08​ @coffeeheartaddict2​ @crazy-loca-blog​ @jerzwriter​ @lucy-268​ @mysticalgalaxysstuff​ @openheartforeverinmyheart​ @peonierose​ @queencarb​ @quixoticdreamer16​ @rookiemartin​ @tessa-liam​ @trappedinfanfiction​

New - Original Short Stories

[twinkleallnight]

I belong to the eastern hemisphere and the European/American names are not a common thing for me. So before I planned my page for a certain Drakovian exiled person, I dud some research on his name. And I was a bit shocked. Why would someone name their child "sad, sorrowful, tumult? "

Can anyone explain this to me?

:Tags: @ao719 @cariantha @dr-colossal-pita @fairymatchmaker @gutsfics @inlocusmads @jamespotterthefirst @jerzwriter @kat-tia801 @kyra75 @lawyerlies @liaromancewriter @lovealexhunt @lucy-268 @openheartforeverinmyheart @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @trappedinfanfiction @txemrn

[choicesmcmadness]

MC Mixer Week 1 Masterlist 🍾

Thank you to everyone who participated in week 1 of MC Madness! All of the RSVPs are listed below!

@aallotarenunelma - RSVP

@adastra121 - RSVP

@ao719 - RSVP

@cadybear420 - RSVP

@celestial-passions - RSVP

@charlotteg234 - RSVP

@gutsfics - RSVP

@karahalloway - RSVP

@mariemarieohcontrary - RSVP

@myautumnrose - RSVP

@mydemonsdrivealimo - RSVP

@noesapphic - RSVP

@ofmischiefandmedicine - RSVP

@openheartforeverinmyheart - RSVP

@peonierose - RSVP

@peonyblossom - RSVP

@queenmiarys - RSVP

@queenrileyrose - RSVP

@socalwriterbee - RSVP

@storyofmychoices - RSVP

@surrenderronnie1 - RSVP

@tessa-liam - RSVP

@twinkleallnight - RSVP

[mvalentine]

it’s officially 2023 where I live so Happy New Years 💗💗💗 this fandom has been an insanely huge part of my life & I am so so grateful to be a part of it!!

wishing ALL of you the best year ahead!! but special shout outs to @mysticalgalaxysstuff @maurine07 @ofmischiefandmedicine @the-pale-goddess @starrystarrytrouble @ariondevereux @openheartforeverinmyheart @ardendevereux @takemyopenheart @utterlyinevitable @anotherbeingsworld for making this place so so special to me & for always being there for me you guys all have such special places in my heart 💗💗💗 (also if im forgetting anyone im so so sorry the tequila is fogging my brain LMAOO but i love y’all so much can’t wait to be back in a few days!!)

[the-pale-goddess]

Taglist

@blossomanarchy | @starrystarrytrouble | @maurine07 | @mvalentine | @ofmischiefandmedicine | @doriopenheart | @writinghereandthere | @openheartforeverinmyheart | @annfg8 | @trappedinfanfiction | @cariantha | @peonierose | @crazy-loca-blog | @justyourusualash | @quixoticdreamer16 | @mysticalgalaxysstuff | @mskatharinak | @tsrookie | @lsvdw-blog | @choicesaddict5 | @differenttyphoonwerewolf | @ohchoices | @terrm9 | @lem-20 | @takemyopenheart | @a-crepusculo | @gryffindordaughterofathena | @youlookappropriate | @forallthatitsworth | @anonymousrookie | @custaroonie | @queencarb

Vices & Virtues - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Dr. Ramsey's weaknesses don’t disturb his everyday life often, but when they do, a certain intern happens to always be involved.

Book: Open Heart, Intern Year (between Chapters 5 & 6)

Warnings: language, my rusty writing, a truckload of pining

Rating/Category: Teen+ / fluffy angst

Author’s note: [insert the ‘surprise, bitch’ & 'it's been 84 years' reaction GIFs]

I’m eternally grateful for the very few angels still waiting for new E&T content—this one’s for you 🫶🏻 Hope you’ll find a moment to read my word vomit and enjoy the mess (aka my writing). I appreciate every comment and like more than words can convey!

Edenbrook is indigestible on Mondays. Though Ethan Ramsey doesn’t believe in whatever ‘curse’ the human kind attributed to an absolutely random day, he cannot deny the madness that usually ensues upon the beginning of each week. An inexplicable air of post-weekend malaise does tend to envelop the globe, and Boston is no lucky exception.

“Mondays suck!”

Striding across the hustly-bustly pediatric ward, Doctor Ramsey overhears an agitated boy explicitly expressing his annoyance.

Ethan’s Monday has been a doozy of a day as well, but he’d rather keep his troubles six feet under, preferably in concrete. Nevertheless, a drop of sympathy implores him to stop near the patient’s room and watch the scene unfold at a safe distance.

The child blows a raspberry at the nurse preparing him for a corridor-long wheelchair ride, clearly upset about the surgery he’s being taken to.

A heavy sigh followed by the unmistakable giggle of a certain copper-haired radiologist interrupts Ethan’s first break during today’s demanding shift.

“It’s not Monday, kid. It’s just your life.” Doctor Herbert whispers into Ethan’s ear, a large cup of raspberry tea in her hand. “But at least it’s going to be all rainbows and candy again in three weeks.”

Meanwhile, the situation has escalated quickly: a river of tears streams down the young Monday-hater's cheeks now, his concerned mother shooting pleading looks between her shuddering offspring and the strict nurse trying to efficiently finish the task so she could move on with her hectic schedule.

A pang of dejection pierces Ethan all of a sudden when a long-forgotten fragment of the past he buried flashes through his mind. Before its splinters reopen old wounds, he swiftly pushes the unwanted memory back to the unexplored depths of his psyche.

“I don’t think he’s heard you.”

“Gee, Doctor Ramsey, share some of that cheerful attitude with the rest of us!” Liz nudges his side, almost spilling her hot beverage on his foot. She mouths an apology, but his unimpressed gaze falls elsewhere.

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Thank God your interns still haven’t caught that grumpiness you’re suffering from.”

“No need to worry, it’s not contagious.” He gives a dismissive wave of his hand, partially to announce his departure, then continues the journey to his primary destination: the harmonious sanctuary of his private office.

As soon as the elevator door closes behind Ethan, the confined space becomes his temporary resort. He takes a deep breath, rubbing his sunken, aweary eyes to relieve the tension—an aching remnant of the sleepless night. The exhaustion begins to mess with his senses, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary; permanent fatigue has been his steadfast companion for more than a decade of his career as a doctor.

There’s a crack in that orderly, borderline clinical life of his, as big as a closed fist, and he’s slowly beginning to realize its detrimental consequences.

But none of that matters now.

What matters is that his desperate efforts to bend Naveen’s stubbornness weren’t in vain; there’s still hope—a notion Ethan isn’t exactly on board with, but he puts his trust in science, and beyond any doubt science will point him in the right direction. As long as there’s time, he’ll do whatever it takes to save his mentor, his friend. He’s confident he can do it, he’s capable of diagnosing and curing whichever mysterious illness keeps Naveen captive.

He’s the only one who can do it.

A double shot of deep roasted espresso shall help this cause. Or, at the very least, make his Monday slightly more endurable.

Loud metallic thud followed by a streak of bright fluorescent lighting annunciates the arrival. Empty, windowless corridor welcomes his nostrils with the odious mixture of staleness and antiseptic, typical of the office wing on the sixth floor. He operates on autopilot, mindlessly trudging ahead, marginally consoled by the aura of eerie quietude. Blissfully oblivious to what the so-called Manic Monday has prepared for him next.

All his rational thought and peerless logic evaporate into thin air the second his drowsy gaze zooms in on the old waiting room under renovation currently withheld by the recent budget cuts. Within its hoary walls, a familiar sylphlike figure catches his eye, unwittingly staking her claim to his undivided attention.

Ethan’s dire need of coffee has vanished as well; he’s wide awake now.

Smiling to herself, a sense of pride evident in the alluring dimples carved into her cheeks, Doctor Addams arranges a stack of papers atop a massive couch protected by thin plastic sheet.

Ethan acknowledges that he must ignore the tempest raging inside his chest, but he’s unable to focus on anything else other than the energy she exudes, luring him in like a siren’s song.

This isn’t the first time the infamous Doctor Terminator is utterly powerless in the face of her—the most intriguing mystery he’s tempted to unravel for some godforsaken, unfathomable reason.

Everything he knows about Tiffany Addams has been collateral damage from their close proximity and the isolating nature of their work. Against better judgment, Ethan has stored every single crumb of information thrown at him, like it’s a treasure guarded in the vault of his mind, acquiring new pieces and adding them to this clandestine collection.

With certainty, there’s a new element behind that glass wall, ready to be studied in secret.

As though pulled by a magnet, his feet carry him towards the room while Ethan shuffles through a myriad of excuses plausible enough to start a conversation. A good excuse, however, requires an elaborate background story, supported by a carefully planned follow-up—both of which clearly out of his reach at the moment.

Fully aware of the possible disaster awaiting inside, Ethan steps into the room quietly, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest. A sophisticated scent of sultry vanilla wrapped with notes of luminous lavender pervades the space, handily smothering the musty odor of the old hospital furniture stored here for at least a year.

Heedless of his presence, Tiffany remains locked in her own bubble. She’s seated on the couch, browsing through a large leather bag with a lot of noise.

Long onyx locks neatly tamed in a sleek bun reveal the exquisitely sculpted contour of her features, its sharp edges so far removed from the overpowering warmth hiding in her sparkling emeralds and tenacious kindness dripping from the corners of her full mouth.

That stark contrast surely must be a part of her allure, he reckons. Not that there’s any evidence at his disposal—he’s her boss, for fuck’s sake. But the set of cardinal rules applying to the situation doesn’t stop him from looking, nor does it dilute the poison seeping from that singular contaminated thought…

Loud, treacherous voice snarls inside his mind like a beast at the gates of his sanity.

This isn’t staring, this is a comprehensive risk assessment.

Regardless of the pretext, watching her feels almost perverse, but he’s too transfixed to listen to his voice of reason hopelessly trying to redirect him to the path of impeccable propriety.

He can’t look away. Can’t move either. She'll notice him…Eventually.

Is that all he’s become? A disappointment, a fraud. One of the best diagnosticians of the generation, the esteemed Dr. Ethan Ramsey is consistently failing to do his job. His own mind appalls him—once the most treasured asset, his pride and joy, now compromised, useless, struggling to cut through the veil of his inappropriate longing.

Perhaps instead of triggering a spiral of destruction, he should address a more pressing matter: why is there a splotch of purple paint on her cheek?

Better late than never, his focus switches from Tiffany to the negligible surroundings. On her left, spread across the polythene-covered couch, lie a couple of ridiculously abstract drawings, colorful and confusing, each of them made with the skill and precision equal to a six-year-old if he has to guess.

Suddenly, it all clicks.

Along with his tongue.

The short clack doesn’t make her flinch, though she straightens immediately, a glimmer of surprise shining in her riveting eyes when she looks up at the intruder and deems him worthy of a smile. Her lush, rosy lips curl up generously, greeting him with a beam so dazzling his body heats up like bare skin kissed by the blazing midday sun in the middle of summer.

The older doctor doesn’t return the cordial gesture—he has a reputation to uphold and his bruised dignity to save. He quickly takes refuge in the shadow of his perfect decorum, dexterously covering the unjustifiable act of treason committed by his very own carnality.

Tiffany, however, is undeterred in her mission to melt his callous indifference with the disarming sincerity of her vivacious spirit.

“Before you drop your sarcastic grenades on me: no, I have not found my true calling elsewhere. I have not been slacking up either. These aren’t even mine, so insulting someone else’s artistic skills would be totally inappropriate.” Her hand waves over the drawings.

“I wouldn’t dare to insult a respected artist and credit you with their art.” He retorts flatly, then spills the aforementioned sarcasm like the Lord intended. “Early Pollock must cost a fortune or two. How come such rare artworks ended up in your possession?”

His comment inspires a peal of infectious laughter; the powerful melody of Tiffany’s unadulterated amusement conquers the room, all but obliterating the chronic sternness of Ethan’s face.

He cannot help but bask in the glory of this unexpected outcome: he’s the reason behind the glorious, velvety sound; she’s laughing because of him.

“You made a pretty solid assumption, Doctor Ramsey, but I have to disappoint you: early Pollock had an affair with surrealism and his style was way more compositional than this.” She points at the glittery mess splashed in the center of one of the pieces, not so subtly suppressing another wave of laughter.

Miss Addams and her irreplaceable wit painfully remind him of the golden rule he often pretends doesn’t concern his giant ego: do not speak on the topics your knowledge of is insufficient.

Lustrous vivid-green eyes fixed on him and the urgency he’s facing at the moment leave him no choice but to quickly shake off the embarrassment and adapt his reaction accordingly.

Reluctantly, Ethan clings to brutal honesty. “I’m not an art connoisseur, so I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Oh, trust me, you would.”

A smudge of amethyst retrieves the diagnostician’s attention for one split second, demanding a seamless change of topic.

“I presume you spent your lunch break on the pediatric ward again, trying to start a new art movement.”

Doctor Addams gasps theatrically and presses her slender fingers to her mouth, lowering her head slightly. “What gave me away?”

Ethan considers revealing the truth through another shot of bluntly delivered sarcasm (something he would have done in any other case), but his body betrays him, subconsciously drawing near Tiffany.

“Apart from the excited chatter on the second floor? Nothing.” He replies, straining to keep his impeccable composure just as she bites into her lower lip tantalizingly in what appears to be keen anticipation.

A few risky steps later she’s at his arm’s length, and he decides to measure that dangerously short distance; akin to an audience member of some ludicrous soap opera, the diagnostician observes his hand move towards the intern’s face in slow motion, as if that bloody limb wasn’t his and the falsely innocent intention swarming inside his incisive, virtuous mind filled him with repulsion.

Except he wants this. He needs to feel her.

Even though the mere ghost of an idea may bring his demise, he cannot break free, imprisoned by the torturous vision of her vanilla-scented skin gliding smoothly against his.

Much to his bewilderment, her breath quickens just as much as his; the evergreen forest in her eyes bursts into flames when their gazes meet, burning his hesitation down.

She wants this too.

Nothing could convince him to refrain from acting on this forbidden desire now, not a single reasonable thought seems to be charged with a cogent argument.

So he lets his thumb brush down her right cheek, down the lick of wet paint smeared across her warm skin, taking most of the dark purple off the silken canvas along the way.

The sky didn’t tear in half, there was no divine retribution exacted upon a sinner like him, no sign of punishment fit for his appalling misdeed.

“Nothing. At. All.”

Nothing but the silky smoothness of her face, rapid rise and fall of her shapely chest, and fiery heat searing through his veins…

Inevitably, the unbearable tension crackling between them dissipates in a flash when Tiffany snorts at the sight of his acrylic-stained thumb, a soundless ‘fuck’ escapes her mouth as she sprints to find a prompt solution for the paintmergency, stripping him of time to ponder on what the living hell just happened.

He takes advantage of the moment, immediately scolding himself, forcing his thoughts to flee from the crime scene concocted by his newly depraved brain.

“Must be your enviable instinct of an outstanding diagnostician then.” Cheeky as ever, she casts a playful eye over Ethan while rummaging through the drawers, summoning him to focus on her.

Within a long minute, she scuttles back to him, stretched arm offering one of the two pieces of paper towel sprayed with hand sanitizer. They use it to rub the paint off their skin. As soon as they’re done, Ethan quips back. Sort of.

“The balance between mockery and flattery is a bit too delicate to be used in a professional environment, don’t you agree, Addams?”

Unintimidated by the tricky question, Tiffany lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. “It all depends on the intelligence of the person you’re speaking with. You’re ultrawealthy in that department, so I assumed you wouldn’t mind some harmless friendly banter.”

“We’re not friends.” The speed with which he retaliates might have just sealed his fate. Deep down, he doesn’t quite believe those words himself, but there are rules to be followed unconditionally, rules that cannot be broken under any circumstances.

Dark, noble brows accentuating the breadth of her radiance crease together in sheer bewilderment. He can almost hear the scoff she’s choking back when she sees right through the cone-shaped hole in the thick wall separating them.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“We’re getting there.” She nods vigorously, openly mocking his well-meaning mendacity with lips pursed into a thin line and narrowed eyes surveying him diligently.

„An attending befriending his intern? I can’t see that happening.”

A winning grin lights Tiffany’s features up. „It’s already happening, whether you like it or not.”

The more she pushes forward, infuriatingly so, the more he resists, fortifying his helpless defense.

„Would you be kind enough to explain why on Earth would I let it happen?”

“It’s beyond your control.” She shakes her head. „There’s nothing you can do now.”

He frowns at her, takes her fierce expression in, feigning utter disinterest in the mesmerizing spatter of freckles adorning her glowy skin.

Is the intensity of his glare too revealing? Can there be a flash of ardent curiosity swimming in his eyes and acting up against him?

„You’re awfully confident about all the wrong things, Rookie.”

She mimics the military salute, right hand raised sharply, touching her forehead, fingers and thumb extended and joined, palm facing down. „The colossal pain in your ass reporting for duty, sir.”

This display of her goofiness, derived from the smidgeon of irreverence he’s found himself covertly fond of, successfully penetrates his ruptured facade.

At last, Doctor Terminator’s perpetually grim face blooms with an ear-to-ear smile, so wide and genuine that Tiffany blinks once, twice, most probably questioning whether the exceptionally unusual scene in front of her is real.

The way she gapes at his mouth almost drills a hole in him—she’s that awestruck, like a pious believer who stumbled upon irrefutable evidence confirming the foundation of her faith.

“You should smile more. You…” Her plush lips part when she trails off, then sucks in a breath, as if to stop the profanation of their professional relationship jumping on the tip of her tongue from slipping out recklessly.

She wants this too.

“It suits you.”

Ethan’s cheeks erupt with disgraceful heat, resembling an awkward teenager attracting his crush’s attention for the very first time—the feeling almost as mortifying and inexcusable as the unprecedented lack of any snarky response.

As if the worst was yet to come, Tiffany keeps on staring at him with such exhilarating wonder and sureness he doesn’t quite know how to proceed with such abundance of emotion meddling with his stoic approach.

She wants this too.

For a fleeting moment, the abyss of his solitude shrinks significantly, purple paint filling the crack on the illusory contentment with the life he’s chosen, just as her piercing gaze invites him further into the impossible fantasy.

Then, a jolt of sobering guilt runs along his spine in a rude awakening, at the same time when Tiffany realizes the gravity of her daring statement and its perilous implications.

“I, erm…”

“Uhm, my…”

Ethan smashes the uncharacteristic uneasiness descending on them, a benign half-smile and barely perceptible nod encourage her to continue. “Go on.”

Her gaze flickers towards the hall, a tinge of crimson reddening freckled porcelain. “My break is almost over. I should head back to the ER.”

Hell must have frozen over: his fearless protégée, strong-willed and sharp-tongued at all times, befuddles him with this uncommonly demure armor plate she has put on. The most challenging obstacles and cases fail to break her down, stress and pressure never threaten her admirable strength, and yet there she is—bleeding from her own sword.

This supremely fascinating token of hidden vulnerability sheds new light on the beguiling collection of contradictions making her whole.

He examines the younger doctor pacing around the room as she gathers her belongings up, stuffing her capacious bag with them. Half-way, she spins to address him directly and points at her cheek.

“Am I…Still…?”

“No, you’re alright. The paint is gone.”

“Splendid.”

As she goes forward, assembling her patients’ drawings into a neat pile, and—rather intentionally—ignoring Ethan, he readjusts his tie and dives headfirst into the pool of her discomfort.

“Addams?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to dedicate such a vast portion of your free time to helping others.”

She freezes, visibly offended, but still intent on avoiding his gaze. “I know. I want to.”

“What I meant...Is that you need to add yourself to the equation, Tiffany.”

“I’m doing just fine, thank you.” She scoffs, the barely noticeable defensive undertone reverberating in her firm answer not entirely convincing for the diagnostics virtuoso.

His evaluation is disrupted by the abominably loud beeping of Tiffany’s pager. Their eyes finally clash for a brief shootout with no winner before she shuts the damn thing up.

“Well then. See you later, Doctor Ramsey.” She blurts out hastily without giving him a second glance and turns round to rush out of the room, but stops in her tracks near the door.

Something sparks inside that brilliant mind of hers, reigniting her boldness. Dense curtain of long lashes flutters at him over her shoulder, inky-black and luxurious akin to the finest lace, the signature magnetic smile dancing on her lips again—this time infused with genuine concern. She inspects his countenance for a still moment, inch by inch, crease by crease, until her head falls to the side like she has just uncovered his biggest secret.

“Consider locking the door in your office and getting some rest.”

“Giving me advice isn’t included in your job description.” He sneers, the unnecessarily harsh huff of his disapproval concealing the alien sentiment spilling inside his chest.

Somehow it’s still not enough to antagonize her.

Her eyes bore into his audaciously; the gentleness gleaming from elusive emerald green, reminiscent of safety, offers shelter he despairingly seeks, but cannot take. “But it’s nice to have someone watching out for you, isn’t it?”

Somehow they might have more in common than one would think.

Careful not to expose the motley collection of feelings stirring his blood, Ethan draws in a long breath and slips his hands into the pockets of pristine white coat, perfecting his posture, with tense body standing even taller, as though to appear completely unaffected by her undeniable appeal, more unrelenting.

He’s been looked at countless times, yes, but this must be the first instance where he feels truly seen.

It is indeed nice.

The attending doesn’t say a word, for he would have to agree with the intern. She smirks triumphantly, accepting the tacit disbelief etched on his face as conclusive proof of her diagnosis.

Instead of claiming victory through verbal manifestation of her sass, Doctor Addams attacks him using a different weapon: a provocative wink. “Just think about it.”

With a graceful twirl indicating goodbye, his Rookie struts out, leaving a dizzying mist of her divine scent behind.

Wasting no time, Ethan scoots to the exact place where she stood prior to this moment, soaking up the delicious cloud of fragrance, unable to resist sniffing the air like some sort of disgustingly pathetic creep.

Thankfully, there are no witnesses to this particularly revolting descent into madness.

No witnesses to the beginning of his fall.

Mind over heart has never sounded more delusional than now, that his hard-won empire of spotless reason stands on the verge of crumbling. But he’s not giving up–he can’t give up. There’s too much at stake.

Beyond dispute, Ethan Ramsey is not an easy man to defeat. The King of Quiet Desperation wears his broken crown with arrogance, each burnished gem representing his sins, though the ultimate one hasn’t brought him down yet.

Having put the mask of nonchalance back on, Doctor Ramsey turns off the lights and stomps into the empty corridor—his hand still carrying the heavenly softness of Tiffany’s skin like a fingerprint, like a sin, shaky fingers curling at the very thought of the contact—then begins a seemingly casual stroll to his office.

He doesn’t have many vices—she is all of them.

_____

A/N2: Hope you enjoyed this bad boy ❤️ Sorry (not sorry) if it's too long and repetitive...I literally can't shut up when it comes to these two fsksjdkfjs Plus it felt really good to find my writing mojo after such a long time!

PS. If there are any typos and/or mistakes...No, there aren't lol I'm fighting COVID at the moment, so my brain's a little foggy. I had this fic sitting in my drafts and decided to just go with the flow while I'm feverish and can't see any faults sjfskfkjf I'll get back to everyone waiting for a reply when I'm more coherent. Stay safe, lovelies!

[peonierose]

PSA

I don’t know if it’s just me? But is the fandom kinda going away or not interested in stories people put out anymore?

This isn’t me craving attention. Just trying to understand a few things.

I’m also not pointing fingers at anyone (since I’m behind on reading fics myself 😅)

Just trying to understand if people aren’t interested, too busy or if the fics are too long?

Is there something I can improve on? I write mostly fluff, because writing fun stories is how I cope with my anxiety and it helps me.

But I’ve noticed a decline in reblogs, especially with people on my perma taglist. Are you guys even interested in the stories that you get tagged in? Or do you not want to be on the taglist? Because when I don’t even get a like, it makes me think the tags didn’t work (we all know how fickle tags can be.)

I know everyone has a life outside of tumblr I understand and I’m not holding it against anyone. I’d be the last person to do that.

But honestly? I’m considering not posting any stories on tumblr after April. I’ll still host the Choices April Monthly challenge, but if people aren’t interested in my stories or my pairings I don’t want to post any stories anymore.

It hurts me that some people on my perma taglist can’t even respond to the tags. Please be honest if you’re not interested, or due to the fact that you don’t have time or because of any other reason you can’t respond to my tags that’s okay, but please at least let me know. Because it takes me a long time to write stories and to even post them. So when people can’t even respond? Yeah not very nice.

English isn’t my native tongue. It’s one of the six languages I speak, so I know my stories aren’t the best. But I’m putting a lot of effort, time and passion into them. So it really hurts me when you can’t even respond. But then I see you reblog someone else’s story? It hurts me. A lot.

And to those who would like to be added to my tags list? Just let me know 😌

I know a lot of other writers feel the same way that their stories don’t get reblogged or even get any attention. And again I’m not pointing fingers. Just trying to understand.

I will also start removing those people from my taglist who don’t respond to my tags. Sorry but I can’t keep hoping you’ll respond and then only get hurt when you don’t.

In any case thank you to those beautiful people I’ve met and who have always supported me and my writing 💖 I can’t put into words how much that means to me!

Have a beautiful day / night 💖

Lots of Love

Peonierose

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[jerzwriter]

Two Upcoming Reblog Games

Hey there! In an attempt to increase fandom engagement and spur creativity, I'm starting two reblog games.

One is narrow in scope, but the other is open to the entire Pixelberry fandom. They will begin tomorrow and this upcoming Thursday, respectively. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in one or both. They are open to everyone! Even if you don't wish to be tagged, reblogs for signal boosts are appreciated!

Totally Tobias Tuesday

This was an idea born of a conversation with @alj4890. It will be a small audience, but it's a little fun for Tobias stans to get to know each other's versions of the character we learned so little about in canon better. You don't need to have a Tobias pairing to participate in most weeks. This one may be bi-weekly. We'll see how it goes; these are both works in progress! 😊

Top Three Thursday

This will be open to all Pixelberry Choices fandoms. Some weeks may be about you (i.e., your three favorite Choices stories, LIs, tropes, etc.) Other weeks will be about your parings/ MC / OCs (i.e., three things your OTP will never agree on, the three characters who can always make your MC laugh, etc.) Again, this is a work in progress... we'll see where it goes.

Not a lot of rules...

You will be able to make your replies as simple or complex as you like. Just write your answers in a reblog, or create an edit, moodboard, headcanon, fic, etc... whatever you're comfortable with!

I'm tagging some people who may be interested - this was really random so please, I'm sorry if I missed anyone! Let me know if you want to be tagged. Reblogs for signal boosts are appreciated!

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[cariantha]

For You, I Will

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Some sexual innuendo but nothing explicit or graphic Category: 📷 Text Fic Summary: Ethan and Sawyer discuss their plans to celebrate each other's birthday. A/N: Today is Sawyer's birthday! I had been wanting to do something to celebrate the day and decided to incorporate this cute idea from an ask sent by @jerzwriter. In my OH world, Sawyer's birthday is August 24th and Ethan's birthday is October 5th.

Book 2: September 2023

The day after Ethan's birthday...

Book 3: August 2024

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[avadmortain]

the lovely @agentnatesewell tagged me to do this cute picrew by @eatingyarn for my detectives! this was so much fun & a much needed break from packing so thank you <33

i) lia alarusso— the biggest charmer of wayhaven, with a sarcastic quip always on the tip of her tounge. ♡ava du mortain

ii) alexandra ‘alex’ hunt— continuously unimpressed, could rival adam when it comes to stoicism. ♡nate sewell

iii) nazanin ‘naaz’ ghafa— kind, compassionate & always willing to lend a helping hand; a sweetheart through and through. ♡morgan

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My Best Friend's Wedding (Ethan x Lilac AU)

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My Best Friend's Wedding

I. RUMOR HAS IT

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey and MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Words: 850

Rating: T

Summary: A childhood friend realizes he's the love of her life. The problem is he's about to marry someone else.

Note: This is my re-write of one of my favorite rom coms ever: My Best Friend's Wedding. Part 1 of two is the Karaoke scene where Julia Roberts tries to sabotage Cameron Diaz and it backfires. This is for @choicesprompts and their Rewrite Challenge! Thank you @jerzwriter for encouraging me to participate!

The crowded bar felt stifling as legions of medical staff packed tightly into its confines. No one seemed to mind, however, since everywhere Morgan looked she was greeted by drunk, laughing faces. All except for one, of course. 

Ethan Ramsey would not be his curmudgeon self if he didn't look like a man about to be waterboarded. His eyes met hers for a fleeting moment, the vivid blue imploring someone—anyone—to put him out of his misery. She stifled laughter, the familiarity of that characteristic disdain of his bringing her the smallest bit of comfort. 

“How much longer do we have to endure this?” he asked as a drunk intern belted a sloppy but admittedly hilarious rendition of I Say a Little Prayer. 

She rolled her eyes, ready to admonish him for being such a spoilsport— just like old times. Someone else beat her to it. 

From beside him, the beautiful brunette laughed—the sound just as perfect as everything else about her. She leaned in close to him, the light catching on a stunning, vintage engagement ring as her hand fell atop his. 

“You're so dramatic, babe,” his fiancée taunted with a smile that exuded pure sunshine. Green eyes fell on Morgan, slightly apologetic. “You'll have to forgive him. He hates upbeat music, fun, and references to organized religion.”

And she was funny, too. Morgan internally had to give her that too. 

Ethan agreed because he indulged Lilac (of course her name had to be beautiful as well) with a lopsided smile that made him appear even more handsome. That shocked Morgan into silence for a moment. In all her time knowing Ethan Ramsey, she could count his genuine smiles on one hand. Then again, the crushing realization fell over her like a torrent. Perhaps she didn't know Ethan anymore. The Ethan she had known never believed in love or marriage, after all. 

Their playful banter escalated and tapered into a modest but sweet kiss. When they pulled apart, Lilac burst at the seams with giddy joy—the type Morgan was a stranger to. It made her stomach churn. 

“Alright,” someone said from the stage. “Who's drunk enough to go next?” 

Drunken cheers and shouts erupted from the bar, each group nominating someone. 

“You should go,” Lilac teased Ethan. 

“God, no.”

She laughed, expecting that exact reaction. Her ring-clad hold tightened on Ethan's arm and something in Morgan came to a boiling point. 

“I have someone better in mind,” she told the couple. Without another word, she marched to the stage and took the microphone from the MC. The crowd whistled and cheered. “Alright everyone, tonight we have a special treat for you. Give it up for the dazzling vocal styling of Doctor Lilac Allende!” 

The cheers in the tiny bar were almost deafening. The pretty brunette was stunned for a moment, glancing at Ethan for reassurance. Expression tight, he shook his head, no doubt advising her not to go if she didn't want to. The crowd, however, was having none of it. A fellow doctor at their hospital all but carried Lilac onto the stage. 

“Rumour Has It by Adele,” Morgan informed the DJ. Then, she pushed the microphone into Lilac's hands as the beat started. Color flushed her freckled face and she looked as though she still hadn't fully recovered from the surprise. 

“Ooh-ooh,” Lilac started into the microphone. “She, she ain't real…”

Morgan returned to her seat, ignoring the glare Ethan threw her way. 

“She ain't gon' be able to love you like I will,” Lilac continued. The more words she sang, the more evident it became that the poor girl could not sing to save her life. Morgan felt a tiny pang of satisfaction at the discovery that the brunette wasn't so perfect after all. 

“Wow,” Morgan laughed. 

Ethan didn't react. 

“Maybe putting her up there wasn't such a good idea. But then again, it's Adele. No one is going to sing that well.”

Blue eyes assessed her like x-rays. 

“Isn't that the point of this circus? To sing badly?” his voice was deathly calm but she could tell there was something more brewing underneath the surface.

At that very moment, the bar erupted into loud cheers and applause as Lilac added a little dance mid-song. She laughed into the microphone, barely able to get the words out. When her eyes fell on Ethan, she winked at him, her spine straightening with confidence. 

“Just 'cause I said it, don't mean that I meant it,” she sang, adding with confidence— “I DID!” 

“But rumor has it, he's the one I'm leaving you for.”

The encouragement from the bar patrons could probably be heard from the hospital across the street. Lilac hopped off stage, still singing, even making her voice playfully seductive. She sauntered to where Ethan sat, trailing one finger along his shoulder as she sang. The man was perfectly still but he tracked her every movement, blue eyes glittering with something heavy and meaningful. The way he looked at her made Morgan feel like an intruder.

The pang in her chest was unbearable.

And with that, Lilac plopped onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his lips as the applause echoed around them. There was no one in the world but them. The way he held her, there was no one in his world but Lilac. 

Morgan looked away.

Notes: I was so in love with Dermot Mulroney in this

Hope you liked it!

The next part is "Speak Now" and should be up soon ❤️

And yes, I am still writing the masquerade mini series lol. I just got swept up in this idea. The heart wants what it wa-a-a-a-ants lol