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the-pale-goddess · 5 years ago

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Breaking The Habit - Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tiffany Addams)

Don’t tell me about the rules and break them

And don’t tell me about mistakes

And make the same ones I have made before

Warnings: NSFW (+18) It’s kinda emotional and raw?

Author’s note: Consider this piece to be the 30 diamond scene that didn’t make the cut in Book 2, Chapter 9. The story takes off right after MC’s conversation with Rafael.

Taglist (let me know if you want in or out)

@caseyvalentineramsey @interobanginyourmom @newcolonies @ernest-harrington @openheart12 @perriewinklenerdie @mvalentine @ethandaddyramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @lion-ess24 @choices-love-affair @justanotherrookie @rookieoh @rookie-ramsey @queencarb @schnitzelbutterfingers @doilooklikeiknow

OH universe belongs to Pixelberry (well, Tiffany is also kinda mine)

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You should go home, Tiffany. You've had a long day.

The grim reality of her mental state knocked her sideways while she was wandering around Edenbrook's empty halls. The sound of her heels passing smoothly through the corridor accompanied her quiet sobbing.

Home wasn't safe anymore. She didn't want to be home. The confined space of her room would make her rot alone with her thoughts. So she kept on walking as in a daze, her feet dragging her to the only safe place they knew. Ethan.

Tiffany's heart jumped instantly, reminding her of its presence. She didn't think this through. She just had to check if he was still in his office. The light was on and she felt even more desperate for his attention. Was it wise to seek comfort in him?

She walked up to the door and knocked loudly. She couldn't hear a proper response, so she took a deep breath and decided to barge in. Ethan's narked expression softened drastically the minute his eyes laid on her. He was in the middle of packing a stack of test results into his bag, the white coat already hanging in his closet – he was ready to leave.

„Tiffany. I was about to call you.” Thank lord she was still leaning on the door, because the way he said her name made her knees weak and she found herself stumbling.

„You...You were?”

„Yes. I wanted to check on you.” Her cheeks flushed and a brief smile lit her face up. „Come in.”

She closed the door and entered Ethan's office. He watched her intently as she slid across the room, waiting for her to address his concerns, but she remained strangely silent. Now that she stood just a few steps away from him, he finally saw it. A wash of pain on her pretty face, fresh tears drying on her cheeks, shoulders huddled in a helpless abandon...He rushed by her side with a heavy sigh. He ran his thumb across her cheek, wiping the tears away, and tilted her chin up. She closed her eyes in an attempt to control the urge to cry. But she couldn't hold it back any longer and Ethan's comforting touch made her even more emotional.

This was Tiffany Addams in all her diminished glory. Unfiltered. Vulnerable. Shattered. Broken. She was standing in front of him with all her clothes on, yet she felt completely undressed, exposed like never before. There was nothing left for him to see. Her solid as a rock demeanour crushed with a piercing howl.

Ethan wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, afraid she might break if he let her go. Tiffany melted into him, allowing her body to relax slowly, while an ocean of tears began streaming down her cheeks. One of his hands was caressing her back, the other was gently stroking her hair. The aggressive sobbing started to fade away when she buried her face in his chest.

„Breathe, Tiffany. I'm here.”

He really was there. Supporting her with his whole body, calming her nerves with his caring touch and soothing voice, intoxicating her with his scent. This was her home. She looked up and saw his face etched with worry. He didn’t have to say it. The evidence was right there, in his every move – he cared.

„I wish I could take this pain away from you.” Ethan’s face was suddenly dangerously close to hers. In a split second his lips landed on her cheek, kissing the tears off her. Tiffany freezed and she wished time would freeze too.

„This might actually work.” She whispered. „Keep going.”

Ethan did as he was told. His lips travelled around her face, planting salty kisses on her cheeks and across her jaw. But then he reached her lips and stopped. His eyes linked with hers – the sheer intensity of their gaze could start a fire. As their noses touched, their breathing got rapid and unsteady. Why would he stop. She was losing it. But when he looked down at her lips it all clicked. He wanted permission. She smiled softly and ran her fingers through his hair. Ethan smiled back, biting his lower lip nervously. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Tiffany couldn't wait any longer. She leaned closer allowing their lips to crash. The kiss was heavy and needy. This time there was no rush, Alan wasn't waiting for Ethan. This time the kiss wasn't a part of the Mass Kenmore heist. It was deliberate and long overdue. It was salty. And sweet. And it wasn't enough. They both felt it in the urgency of their hands exploring the familiar shapes in a hastily attempt to relive their most precious memories.

The sweetness quickly disappeared and got replaced by an untamed passion. Their tongues twisted together in a bruising kiss, leaving no place for air.

„What are we doing?” She gasped when they finally parted and reality checked in. He used to be sure about everything but her. But now he stared at her with such confidence her heart skipped a beat. It was somehow the least and most Ethan thing to do. The look on his face was something new to her. She couldn't exactly name it, but he didn't seem to be ashamed of the intense makeout session he just initiated in the middle of his office.

„Kissing. I'm pretty sure we're kissing, Rookie.”

„There he is.” She chuckled. „The smug I know. I was scared you were getting too soft for me.”

„I do have a soft spot for you, though.” He tipped her chin up, brushing her swollen lip with his thumb. She gave it a quick lick and the sight made him groan.

„So I've noticed.” Her hands reached the nape of his neck, bringing his face to her again and their lips reunited.

Ethan swept her off her feet with a slick movement, her legs wrapped around him the moment she was up. Never breaking the kiss, he walked up to the desk and positioned her on its flat surface. His fingers moved up her thigh, playing with the material of her dress and lifting it slightly while her ankle rubbed his butt in slow circles. She spread her legs a little more, allowing him to nestle between them. All the layers of clothes separating them failed to cover his growing arousal. Tiffany almost jumped when she felt how hard he was.

„Wait a second...Are you seriously going to fuck me at work? On your desk?” The words were out without a second thought. They sounded even more ridiculous out loud. Of course not, silly. Ethan Ramsey would never...But he just grinned mischievously and dived into her neck like a starved man, making her squirm with pleasure.

„Tell me to stop.” His husky voice and hot breath against her ear made her delirious.

„No. You're exactly where I want you to be.” She crossed her legs behind his back, pressing his body closer into hers, while his hand plunged into her cleveage. With a brisk motion, he slipped under her bra and grabbed her breast, giving it a firm squeeze. A lusty gasp escaped her mouth, but she didn't let the sensations overwhelm her. She unbuckled his pants and began unbuttoning his shirt when a sudden noise disrupted their encounter. They both stopped in their tracks and looked at the door in horror, but nothing changed. They were still alone.

„What if someone will be looking for you?” She kissed his jaw, letting her lips linger there for a moment. Ethan freed himself from her reluctantly and moved towards the door with a sigh. He locked it and turned the lights off, leaving the room in a dim glow of a small lamp standing behind the desk.

„They won't find me here.” That confident grin of his made her giggle and he took his time to marvel at her from the distance. She looked like a real goddess laughing on his desk with tousled hair, rumpled dress and legs spread open only for him.

When he finally returned, Tiffany welcomed him with a searing kiss. She quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall off his shoulders a bit. With a little help, he moved the material of her dress down, unclasped her bra and got rid of it, exposing her full breasts. He threw himself at her again with tense anticipation, sucking her nipples and pinching them. Tiffany knew she had to control her moans, but he made the task nearly impossible.

Her small hands wandered around his chest, tracing every muscle with her fingers. But that wasn't the destination of their journey. They soon rushed straight into his pants, pulling them down with his underwear without any warning. Her unwavering gaze met Ethan's, a cheeky smile formed on her lips. There was something primal in the way he devoured her with his eyes and it burned her skin to the core. She missed him so much. All of him.

His strong grip landed on her sides, pulling her dress up. Then he slipped her panties off and the air got heavier with their breathing. His eyes immediately landed between her legs. His thumb followed the same path, rubbing her wet centre. She moaned uncontrollably, shivering under his touch. Ethan smirked in response. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged it gently, looking her deep in the eye, the other hand still teasing her clit.

„If you want me to finish what we started I need you to stay quiet.” He planted a brief kiss on her lips, scratching her pleasantly with his beard.

„Right. Like you would be able to stop.” Tiffany laughed softly into his mouth, her hand slipped on his cock and gave him a few powerful strokes. Ethan hissed, urging himself to stay silent as his face turned red and his hand let go of her hair.

„You have no idea what you're talking about. I stop myself every time I see you.” He lowered his face to her neck and bit it gently.

„Really?” She purred. „Do you think of me often when you touch yourself?” The words hit him like a ton of bricks. He swallowed hard, lifted both of her legs and hooked them around his waist, setlling himself near her entrance.

„Always. Do you think of me?”

„Yes. Constantly.” She touched his cheek with a beaming smile. Ethan couldn't help but smile back.

He closed the distance between them, grasping impatiently at the material of her dress draped around her hips, lifting it even higher. His tip finally touched her folds, not daring to move any further.

„I need you, Tiffany.”

„And I need you, Ethan.”

I need you. This short yet meaningful sentence carried the weight of the unbearable longing stored and hidden for months. The rawness of their emotions overpowered them completely as they melted in a fervent kiss. Their hands raced blindly up and down each other's bodies, the obvious need expressed in every touch.

And then he plunged into her. They swallowed each other's moans when his length filled her. Her walls clenched around him, making him groan quietly. The plan was to take it slow and savour every second of the first intimate moment after what felt like forever, but his body wouldn't obey, setting a vicious pace. He was famished and she was the meal he craved the most.

Tiffany had to lean back and prop herself up on her elbows to adjust to this merciless rhythm. She tried to focus on silencing her whimpers, but the sensation of his cock ravaging her was too much. Her mind went blank. His thrusts were so deep and fervid she wanted to scream his name at the top of her lungs.

„Holy fuck, Ethan...” She yelped silently and grabbed the desk at its edge for support as he continued slamming into her. One of his hands had a strong grip on her hip, keeping her in place, the other roamed around her bare chest. The room was filled with the obscene sound of their skin colliding, mixed with muffled moans and the grinding noise of her ass hitting the desk.

A pile of documents went up in the air when Tiffany laid her back flat. The whole desk was moving with them – back and forth, in and out, back and forth...Ethan's medical journals, usually stacked tidily on his desk, hit the floor with a loud thud. But they didn't seem to care. Ethan struggled to keep his moans inside, allowing silent hums to escape his mouth. She was so tight and so beautiful and so deliciously wet. Her hips responded to every thrust with the most graceful eagerness and he couldn't help but follow her every move with hungry eyes.

Beads of sweat ran down his chest when he kept on pounding her tirelessly, feeling the release is close. With a strong motion he lifted her up, bringing her flushed body as close as it was possible. They were face to face now – riveted on each other, admiring the pleasure taking control of them.

„Fuck...You're perfect.” He groaned before claiming her lips. Tiffany's arms twined around him tightly as she bounced on his cock, her nails scratching his back. They moved in unison, desperately chasing the highly anticipated climax. Their lips brushing, tortured with soundless moans.

„Ethan, I'm – I...Oh!” Tiffany wanted him to know how close she was when he hit the spot before she even managed to gather her thoughts. She arched her back, squirming in ecstasy and the sight drove him wild. This was the finish line. His grip on her ass tightened as his last thrusts became sloppier and deeper and he finally came all over her with a low groan.

Their sticky bodies were trembling violently with pleasure, trying to cool down and adjust back to reality. Still locked in a loving embrace, Ethan rested his forehead on hers with eyes closed. Tiffany gave him a lingering wet smack on the lips. They wouldn't dare to move – both of them refused to let go of this fragile intimacy.

But they did eventually have to move. Ethan pulled himself out and pecked on her nose before reaching to one of the drawers for a box of tissues. He took one, cleaned his lover up, his touch delicate and cautious. Tiffany watched him startled. She suddenly remembered everything that has happened between them – the mentoring, the longing, the surrender, the rejection and the battle, all the hurt, the professionalism, the rules. And here they were, breaking them all again. A wash of dread weighed on her shoulders when she realized this bubble might burst the way it did the last time. Or worse.

He noticed the conflict in her eyes while cleaning himself up. Afterwards, he put his pants back on and cupped her face. She leaned closer as if a magnet pulled her towards him.

„What's bothering you?”

„This. Us. We have a lot more to talk about after today...” The young doctor smiled nervously and moved away to make herself decent. She hiked her dress up, covering her upper body. Her eyes skimmed the floor in search of her underwear, but Ethan spotted it first. He picked the lacy material up and moved back to Tiffany.

„I suppose we do.” He answered while his fingers flew up her legs, helping her put the panties back. “I’m sorry I didn't reach out immediately after...”

„After you unexpectedly kissed me in front of your apartment?” She finished when he struggled to describe their encounter after the softball game the other night.

„Precisely.” They smiled at each other, every single detail of that kiss still vivid in their memories. „I didn’t mean to make it even more confusing. I just thought burdening you with my feelings would be inconsiderate, due to everything that followed. You have enough on your plate right now.”

„You’re right, the time is...Challenging, to say the least. But I’m also freaking tired of excuses and mixed signals. I want clarity. I need something good to stay.”

„Do we have to talk about it here?”

„Where do you suggest we do this? Or rather when?” Her brows furrowed and Ethan understood that it would be wise to say it literally any other way, but it was too late. He sighed as if trying to restore his confidence.

„I suggest we move to my place. I'll cook the Chef Ramsey Special for you and we will be able to talk about us the right way. And then you could...stay the night. That is – only if you'd like.”

Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. She stared at him speechless for a long moment before a broad grin lit her face up

„Is Ethan Ramsey inviting me for a sleepover?”

„Well, if that’s what you want to call it...” He was prepared for another sassy remark, but she was done teasing him.

„I’d love that.” Tiffany slipped her hand into his and entwined their fingers. Her reaction was greeted with the most sincere smile. „Could we drive by my place to grab some things?”

„Sure. Don't pack too much, though. You won't be needing any clothes at my pajama party.”

„You're not done with me, are you?” She giggled, but his expression was serious. She bit her lip seductively and traced a finger down his bare chest, his skin still burning and sweaty.

„Not in the slightest.” He smirked. Tiffany readjusted his shirt and began buttoning it up.

„We should get going then.”

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NEXT PART > The Talk

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #oh fanfiction #ethan freaking ramsey #my fanfic writing #doctor whipped

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choices-love-affair · 4 years ago

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Fever Pitch - Part 1.

Eek! So I’m back! This WIP has been sitting in my files for so long and I finally found the groove to finish and post it! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I anticipate this to be a two-part story, set between the ethics hearing and Ethan returning from the Amazon, it’s your much-loved angst fest that we all know I love writing!

Shoutout to the absolute wonderful @drethanramslay, who helped me get this over the line with her contributions, I’d so lost without you and everyone else who is always so wonderful and supportive.

(also, if you want to be taken off my taglist, just holla)

Anyway! Please be kind (heh) and I hope you enjoy!

WARNING! One swear word, plenty of angst.

This is a Ethan x F!MC story (Lorelei Stannaway).

The scuffing of Lorelei’s slippers bounced off the walls of the eerily quiet hallways of Edenbrook; at 2am, the graveyard shift had well and truly taken a hold of the otherwise bustling precinct. The nurses had dimmed the hallway lights and quietened the machines in an attempt to keep their patients asleep, the on-call doctors all retired to their offices, many closed doors accompanied with the glow of light illuminating the bottoms of them as she walked past.

Whilst the hospital was quiet at this time of night Lorelei’s mind was racing, and her dilemma so loud inside her head, it was almost debilitating. Before she realised, she was face first with the office door labelled: Dr Ethan Ramsey, and after taking a steadying breath of air, she entered the room. She glanced up to see Ethan with his back to her, leant over his desk taking a phone call, yet her vision quickly blurred his form out, as she noticed the bookcase behind his desk, usually filled with journals, accolades and framed certificates was now bare, the grained wood now a stark and confronting brown that took her very much by surprise.

“Wow…okay. You sure don’t waste anytime” Lorelei scoffed, the words sounding much more immature than she had initially anticipated, spilling from her mouth before she could even register that it had happened. She couldn’t back down now, she had initiated the battle and she was determined not to lose it.

Ethan sighed loudly, “Naveen, can I call you back? … Yes, I know. I already know. Naveen! I get it. I will. Why you’re even here at the hospital when you should be home resting is beyond me, go home.” He chastised the older man before ending the phone call and glancing across defeatedly at the woman before him.

“Really, Lorelei? We’re still here?” he bit back “please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be, Rori. They need me, I want to be there and help. Surely you can understand that?” he reasoned, turning his back on her once more to continue packing, a silent indication that it was no longer up for discussion.

Lorelei’s blood boiled at his silent gesture.

“Ethan…” her voice was calm, controlled and laced with promised absolute as she stared at the back of his head, although her eyes resembled that of a tumultuous storm, her heart was racing and her breathing erratic – she was petrified of what could possibly eventuate tonight. Lorelei knew she had his undivided attention now; she could tell by the increased heaving of Ethan’s shoulders with each breath he took that he was waiting for what was about to follow.

“Ethan, if you leave here and get on that plane. If you leave this country, this hospital… Ethan, in a time that I really need you the most, if you leave me…” she paused, preparing herself to say the next words and willing herself strong enough to follow through on them “I won’t be here when you get back”.

That was it, her last-ditch effort to persuade him to stay. She was out of options and yet felt so very ashamed of how disreputable she had become through sheer desperation. She knew her attempts were feeble however, nor did they serve any purpose, for Ethan had checked out long before she could have convinced him otherwise, and that was what destroyed her the most.

Ethan visibly bristled as he registered her words, and slowly, he could feel himself becoming indignant at her ultimatum. He stood and weighed the reality of her words with his back to her for what felt like a lifetime before he eventually spoke, his voice barely above a whisper “you don’t mean that… “ he replied, though he was doubtful, and he knew the waver in his voice betrayed him.

“Then why are you so eager to test its credibility?” she whispered back, too afraid to speak louder in fear of her voice breaking, tears threatened at her eyes, warm and prickly, as she tried to blink them back. Instead they cascaded down her cheeks in silence as she wiped angrily at her face.

Ethan leant heavily against his desk and hung his head, as though it was the only thing capable of withstanding the weight currently crushing him “what do you want me to say?” he sighed exasperatedly “that I’m sorry? That it isn’t beneficial for my career and I should just stay in order to keep you happy? Lorelei, this isn’t going to be some happy ending for us, I’ve already told you how I feel…” he broke off, carefully measuring the next words in his mind, acutely aware of the damage they will do, but knowing that they’re very much mutual “…you’re getting too attached. If I don’t leave now, Lorelei, you’ll only suffer, longing for something I’ll never be able to give you. At the end of the day, I’m doing this for you.”

“I’m sorry what?!” Lorelei raised her voice incredulously, her eyebrow cocked as she felt the confusion and anger bubble in the pit of her stomach, seeping into every crevice of her being and consuming her, removing all rational thought from her mind “Jesus Christ, Ethan! Could you be a man and at least turn around and look me in the eyes if you’re going to break my heart?!”.

Ethan’s fear got the better of him as he exploded at her provoking and accusatory tone, implying that breaking her heart was his main priority, without realising, his sub conscious projected him into panic mode as he became reactive and emotional “I said I’m doing this for you!!” his voice quickly reaching the same volume as hers as he whipped his body around to look at her, his eyes glowed with a burning intensity, a silent warning for her to back down.

“Oh for fuck sake, E! That’s bullshit and you know it!” she rebutted, fresh hot tears spilling down her face yet her voice not betraying her this time “you don’t get to make those decisions for me!”

“I am not doing this right no-“

“Then when, Ethan? In six hours when you’re on the way to the airport? In nine when you’re on the plane? When will we do this because I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there’s much time left to do anything!”

Ethan looked at her in desperation, eyes filled with so much pain and angst, his ocean blues were now stormy greys, as he pushed himself off the desk and toward the door.

Desperation reaching fever pitch as she followed him out the doors and into the hallway “Ethan! Where are you going?!” her legs struggling to keep up with his strides as she followed him to the elevators, he stared forward, not once wavering or hazarding a glance at her in fear of his resolve crumbling.

The loud ping of the elevator doors opening reverberated throughout the otherwise silent hallway, Ethan stepped inside and turned around, not quite managing to meet her eyes “please… don’t follow me. It isn’t forever, Rori. I’ll be back soon and by the time that happens, you would have gotten over your ridiculous crush and we can both move on and do our jobs” his heart shattering as the words left his mouth, as he finally looked up and locked eyes with her as she stood there, bewildered, speechless and rooted to the ground. A sob choked in the back of her throat as she noticed the tears welling in Ethan’s eyes, reflecting her own.

“stay” she quietly pleaded “because if you don’t, I won’t. If you leave, I can assure you I won’t be here when you get back.” her final warning hung heavy in the air between them as Ethan assessed her face for any sign of relent.

“You’re being unreasonable”.

“the feeling is mutual”.

The pair stood either side of the elevator doors, not once breaking eye contact as they each waited for the other to surrender, yet neither having any intention of doing so. As the doors slid shut on Ethan’s broken-hearted face and carried him away, Lorelei was left staring at the harsh metal, a stark reminder of the metaphorical wall that Ethan had so meticulously placed between them, and continued to leave up.

She stayed rooted to the spot, bowing her head as the warm tears began falling hard and fast down her face again, and the sob she had been keeping in finally escaped.

“Lorelei…” a warm, gentle voice cooed down the hallway, as she turned to see Naveen approaching her “my sweet girl, come. Let’s go sit down” he shushed as he collected her in his arms and rubbed her shoulder empathetically “it isn’t forever” he reassured.

“he just... he just left Naveen? What if he never comes back? What if he stays there and we never see him again?” she spoke aloud, her mind racing.

“He’ll be back, Dear. If I’m positive of nothing else, it’s that he won’t be able to stay away for too long, not from you anyway” he smiled a warm and knowing smile at the young doctor, as he gently led her back towards his office.

Taglist: @ethandaddyramsey @trappedinfandoms @openheart12 @mvalentine @beloved-ode @kaavyaethanramsey @newcolonies @missmiimiie @nooruleman @drethanramslay @agent-breakdance @angela8756 @utterlyinevitable @maurine07 @professorkingslay

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #OpenHeart

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choicesfandomappreciation · 4 years ago

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In no particular order I love -

@takeharryandgo ♥️

@terrm9 🧡

@starrystarrytrouble 💙

@alwaysmychoices 💚

@jamespotterthefirst ��

@heauxplesslydevoted 💛

@itslaniquelove ♥️

@utterlyinevitable 💙

@the-pale-goddess 🖤

@takemyopenheart 💛

@writinghereandthere 💚

@rookie-ramsey 🧡

@rebel-alpaca 💙

@ethanramseysrookiexox 🖤

@theartoflovingthomashunt ♥️

@isporticus1234 💛

@senseofduties 💚

@drethanramslay 🧡

@fanficnewbie 💙

@genevievemd 🖤

@kittykatchoices ♥️

@kcnnarys 💛

@newcolonies 💚

🥰 They are all beautiful and talented and kind 🥰

@takeharryandgo ♥️ @terrm9 🧡 @starrystarrytrouble 💙 @alwaysmychoices 💚 @jamespotterthefirst 🖤 @heauxplesslydevoted 💛 @itslaniquelove ♥️ @utterlyinevitable 💙 @the-pale-goddess 🖤 @takemyopenheart 💛 @writinghereandthere 💚 @rookie-ramsey 🧡 @rebel-alpaca 💙 @ethanramseysrookiexox 🖤 @theartoflovingthomashunt ♥️ @isporticus1234 💛 @senseofduties 💚 @drethanramslay 🧡 @fanficnewbie 💙 @genevievemd 🖤 @kittykatchoices ♥️ @kcnnarys 💛 @newcolonies 💚

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choicesficwriterscreations · 3 years ago

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Writers’ List - Update

Hello, everyone!

We’re about to choose a name for Meet The Writer, but once again, we need to confirm the list of fanfic authors.

OBS: If you haven’t been interviewed yet and you can’t find your url in the list below (either because you follow us from a non-choices sideblog or changed your url recently), let us know. If you don’t wish to participate, leave a comment or send a message to @cfwcadm

001. missameliep

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003. indiacter

004. lovealexhunt (storyofmychoices/theartoflovingthomashunt)

005. bebepac

006. choiceskatie

007. clansayeed

008. luxurylives

009. lilyoffandoms

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011. blackcatkita

012. rainbowsinthestorm

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015. mrsnazariowritesagain

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031. blightarts

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036. txemrn

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047. newcolonies

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050. courtesanofedenbrook

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061. dalishessence

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063. mvalentine

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065. queenjilian

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067. waffliciouswrites

068. mysticaurathings

069. anjanettexcordonia

070. casey-v

071. liamrrys

072. missmiimiie

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the-pale-goddess · 5 years ago

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Blind - Ethan Ramsey x MC (Tiffany Addams)

The annual Edenbrook gala is all about extraordinary food, free booze, serving looks...and jealousy in every possible form. Who will crash and who will burn this night?

Warnings: NSFW (+18) Nothing too explicit this time! But obviously, suggestive adult themes are all over the story. Plus there’s alcohol, a lot of swearing and all that jealous angst we like.

Rating/Category: Mature / AU

Author’s note: This fic takes place not long after the AU Miami conference in the Miami Heat series where E&T went all the way. I hope you’ll like the twist! It’s also kinda long - sorry about that.

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„Ramsey, would it hurt you to crack a little smile? We're at a freaking gala.” Dr. Tanaka's teasing voice was just as annoying as his remark, but it failed to provoke any kind of emotion in Ethan. He shot the other attending a condescending glare from above his glass of scotch.

„I see no correlation.” Tanaka laughed at the blunt response, shaking his head in disbelief.

„Is open bar not reason enough to get a little festive?” He leaned against the bar, his hand pointing at the impressive wall of liquor in front of them.

„I can afford my own alcohol, Tanaka, and I'd rather drink it, quite literally, anywhere else.”

„If you hate it so much why are you even here?” That was in fact an excellent question. Why was he still there? Ethan rubbed his brow and took a look around before responding. The spacious ballroom was already packed. All these familiar faces passing through in their best gowns, getting advantage of the night off at a luxurious hotel.

„As tedious and pointless as this schmoozing is, it's still a work duty. Everyone has to do their part.” He downed his drink and called the bartender to do a refill. In that very moment three young nurses approached the bar, standing right behind Dr. Ramsey, all of them oblivious to each other's presence. „I've been actually meaning to ask you about my lung cancer patient. Have you managed to read the file I left you today?”

„Yes. Dr. Mirani consulted with me before the recent development occured. I've allowed myself to...” Tanaka's voice dropped to a background noise when someone said her name. Ethan's attention immediately shifted to the lively chatter behind his back.

„...Have you seen Addams? Who does she think she is? A Grammy winner? This isn't the red carpet, sweetie.” All of them giggled. Ethan felt a tingle of irritation while trying to focus on his own conversation. But he just couldn't stop listening...

„Totally! That dress is scandalous.” The other nurse added. „Three mojitos, please!”

„Come on, girls. She's smoking hot with or without makep, in scrubs or in a way too revealing dress. I'd kill to have a body like Addams. You're just jealous because Scalpel Jockey is all over her, not you.” Ethan almost choked on his drink. Did he hear that right?

„I suppose she cleans up real well, yeah. But Brycey could've done so much better, is all I'm saying.” It was the first nurse talking again, her voice full of envy. Ethan's face turned red, eyes wandered to the glass he gripped with white knuckles, not paying any attention to Tanaka and his surgical rant.

„How long have they been a thing?” The question made Ethan's blood boil. Are they really a thing?

„I didn't even know they were a thing.” The first nurse theorized. „That chick's always running after Ramsey.”

„Susan, shhhhhhhh...” The second nurse whispered and the conversation suddenly died. None of the nurses realized it was already too late for shushing. As soon as they received their drinks they were gone, leaving the messy gossip buzzing around Ethan's head.

„What do you think, Ramsey?” He finally looked up at Tanaka. Fuck. Fucking fuck. Fucking fuckety fuck. What were they even bouncing around? He scratched his chin trying not to look too distracted.

„I...I just remembered. There is a matter that needs to be taken care of.” He gulped the scotch down and left the glass at the bar. „I'll stop by your office the first thing in the morning to discuss the case. Enjoy the rest of your night, Dr. Tanaka.”

Ethan whisked through the crowd looking for air. Meanwhile, his mind had a race of its own. Tiffany's seeing Lahela. So what? It's none of his business. He made that clear after the Miami incident. They both agreed it was irresponsible, unethical and can never happen again. She's his intern. The best one there was. He won't jeopardize her career development over a stupid crush. It was a crush, right? Just a simple chemical reaction, pure physical attraction....She's a brilliant and ravishing young woman – everyone would fall for her. No wonder that real-life Ken doll took his chance. Whatever. She's only his intern, he shouldn't care about her personal life. So why was she still on his mind? And why hadn't he seen her yet?

Luckily, the balcony wasn't as crowded as the ballroom. Ethan walked up the railing and sighed deeply, knowing no one in the close proximity was beside him. The chilly breeze of the night proved to be a great companion as he didn't need another dull small talk with any of his coworkers or the company leeches. He just needed a moment of peace to clear his mind, that's all. But then he heard a familiar laughter, the sound that owned his soul. Hesitantly, he turned around and his jaw dropped.

The dress was scandalous, indeed. Its milky white satin material accentuated all her curves in an obscene way. But that wasn't even the most outrageous part – the slit was the worst. The thigh-high, treacherous side slit that put her long leg on display. When Tiffany turned her back another surprise awaited – the exposed skin of her back was glowing at him. Her every move was torture and he was being punished, but he wouldn't look away. Her black hair was styled in perfect Hollywood waves that cascaded down her bare shoulders. And finally – the cherry on the cake, her full lips painted red, seeking undivided attention. She was absolutely breathtaking.

And she caught him staring. Their gaze met for the first time this evening. She didn't smile, but he could swear there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She looked him up and down, trailing over his expensive tailor-made tux, fresh haircut and a flushed face, and then she had the audacity to bite her bottom lip, the movement slow and subtle, followed by a tantalizing flick of the tongue. Suddenly, he felt an uncomfortable motion in his pants. For fuck's sake, Tiffany.

The horror took a different form when a wave of his inappropriate thoughts was interrupted by a large hand that slipped on Tiffany's lower back. Ethan took a deep breath, trying to control the anger building up inside of him.

Lahela looked much like the dreamy prom king from a teen movie, with his golden bronze skin and perfect white teeth. His blonde hair, usually side swept and tousled, today made a rare slicked back appearance. He was whispering something to Tiffany's ear, but her gaze was still fixed on Ethan. What was she thinking about? And then she turned to Bryce, giggling like his very own prom queen, waving at the rest of their friends standing nearby. Except she was not some clueless chick, she was his intern. His Rookie.

Another minute of observing this bizzare spectacle would make Ethan think he's a masochist. He desperately needed a drink, but the gang was standing in the way of the outside bar. Without thinking, he took one of the champagne glasses distributed by a waitress, chugged it quickly, then took another and rushed inside.

~ A malicious rumour ~

„Please, welcome my dear friend – Don Julio!” Jackie got back to the gang's table with a tray full of tequila shots, receiving a perplexed look from Sienna. „What, you didn't believe in me? I can be very persuasive.” She moved her chest to the sides, making her tits jiggle, while distributing the shots.

„I genuinely hoped the bartender would tell you off and qualify as too drunk for another round.” Sienna rolled her eyes and glanced at Landry as if she was waiting for him to back her up, but he was lost deep in his thought. „We'll be doomed tomorrow.”

„Si, please, turning free booze down is like throwing real money into trash.” Elijah gently smacked her elbow.

„Who said anything about turning it down?” She laughed, holding her shot close.

„That's my girl!” Jackie whistled and clinked her glass with Sienna's. „Let's drink like we've won the lottery tonight!”

„Earth to Landry!” Sienna pointed at him with her shot. „Are you drinking with us?”

„Yeah, yeah, sorry...” He smiled briefly and took his glass up. „To Edenbrook!”

„Hell yeah to Edenbrook! Thanks for making us fucking plastered.” Elijah marked the toast and they all downed their shots.

„This is...” Sienna blinked and a single tear fell down her cheek.

„Nasty?” Elijah winced with disgust while Jackie grinned. „Delicious fucking meal?” The group burst out laughing and then proceeded with drinking.

„Where's Tiffany? I haven't seen her around for a while.” Sienna wondered.

„She's probably getting busy with Meathead in one of these lavish bathrooms.” Jackie's response resulted in Sienna's squeak. „Kidding, he got stuck in the friendzone. Who cares.”

„But he's also missing, isn't he?” Elijah looked at Jackie quizzically, challenging her for another take at the theory.

„Turn around, Walmart Sherlock.” They all turned their heads just to see Bryce walking in their direction with other surgical interns. Elijah folded his arms in defeat, while Jackie continued, trying to hold back a chuckle. „She said something about an important phonecall before disappearing.”

„What if something...happened to her?” Sienna's face was etched with worry.

„Well. I'm too drunk to get up...So.” Jackie pointed at the stairs on the other side of the room. „The last time I saw her she was walking down there.”

„I'll go check it out. Call me if you find her before I do.”

The hotel was huge. After running down what felt like a hundred stairs, Landry reached a long corridor. He wandered slowly, trying not to make any noise just in case. At the end of the hall he found another stairs. He walked down, and down, and down...Until he heard some grumbling and stopped in his tracks. He wasn't sure where was it coming from and what the sound was. Cautiously, he continued his journey, his steps as silent as possible. When he finally saw the floor his eyes went wide and he almost screamed at the sight. With the last bit of his sane mind, he took a step back, still having a good look but not in a way his presence would be compromised, and watched the scene unfold.

It was unmistakably Tiffany. Even though her red lipstick was smeared, perfect hair ruined, disheveled along with her satin dress, it was definitely his friend. Her body pulled against a man he was about to recognize...

Ethan Freaking Ramsey.

The blood drained from Landry's face. He was appalled to the core, clenching his fists until the knuckles got white. But he couldn't move. He just kept on lurking.

Ethan was kissing her neck with such force, the marks of this shameless encounter will surely bruise her skin. But she didn't seem to mind. Her mouth let out muffled moans as her hands greedily explored his body. Her leg was hiking up Ethan's waist and his possessive hand gripped her exposed thigh, sliding his fingers up and down, grabbing her skin, smacking her ass and squeezing it.

„You're mine, Rookie.” He whispered into her ear. Tiffany moaned loudly, clearly forgetting they were in a public space.

„I'm all yours.” She purred. Ethan smirked and moved his lips to meet hers. Their kiss was passionate and urgent, as their tongues fought for dominance. Their bodies were grinding against each other in an unsteady rhythm...

He's seen enough. He tried to back away. There was no reason to continue watching two people in a loving act...But it was not loving, was it? She corrupted him. She seduced him. That tricky little bitch! She wanted to win the competition but she couldn't outshine the others, so she had to come up with a plan of her own. Was Ramsey really that stupid and blind after all?

Landry's whole world crushed down and a wash of despair fell on him while trying to think of a solution. He was determined to make Tiffany pay for her deviousness. For a single minute a defiant thought crossed his mind – maybe it's a little unfair to interpret the nature of their relationship without knowing the slightest hint of their story? But it was too late, he was already blinded by his jealousy. He found himself in a position to judge, and that advantage was vindictive enough. He shook his last decent thought off and doubled back to the party.

~ A blinding revelation ~

Inside wasn't safe either. Everyone watched The Ethan Ramsey follow his nose straight to the bar. Some of the big fish already made their steps towards him, dying to talk to him. Just one more reason to get out of this horrifying event...Before he managed to place an order, a strong vanilla scent filled the air around him. The savor deeply evocative to him, despite his effort to deny its importance. The muscles in his jaw clenched. He didn't even have to look. He didn't want to look.

„Dr. Ramsey, what a surprise. I didn't think I'd find you here.” Tiffany leaned her back against the bar, a glass of champagne in her hand, her eyes scanned the ballroom carefully before they landed on Ethan. He ran the risk of looking back at her. She was even more stunning up close. His eyes quickly avoided hers, finding a neutral spot at the height of her ear.

„Where else would I be, Addams?” His brow arched.

„Literally anywhere else. This isn't a typical Ramsey environment.” Tiffany laughed softly. Ethan's gaze fell back at her face, studying it as if looking for an answer to a question he wouldn't even dare to ask himself. She noticed the cryptic staring and her cheeks flushed with a tint of red. „What did I do now?”

Ethan was silent for a moment, considering his options. The image of Bryce's hand claiming his intern repeatedly slapped him in the face, leaving him no choice but to surrender to this blind rage.

„So you're Lahela's pain in the ass tonight.” He alleged, his speech stilted and mocking.

„Didn't hear him complaining.” She shrugged, dodging a bullet and pointing her own gun at him, scratching him in defence.

„There is no conclusive evidence to prove that, Rookie. You're standing here annoying me, not him.” The intensity of their stare was hardly appropriate for the place they were in. But they were too absorbed in their interaction to register that.

„What if that was my plan all along?” Tiffany's finger brushed his hand as if by accident when she began to walk away. His eyes followed her every move, focusing on how her hips swayed, lingering on her curves. And then, in the middle of the ballroom, she stopped and looked at Ethan over her shoulder. He swallowed loud, knowing damn well what was about to happen next. She bit her bottom lip, smiled teasingly and continued her walk. For fuck’s sake.

Ethan cursed himself for being such a fool and followed her at a safe distance. She was heading downstairs, like she knew exactly where she was going. Except she didn't. It was an exciting, alcohol-driven improvisation.

A trail of vanilla scent she left behind intoxicated him to the point he failed to notice how far from the party they wandered. Judging by the long corridor they passed through, they possibly entered the hotel wing. They were finally alone. Just the two of them and a meaningful silence punctuated by the violent sound of her heels. They reached a luxorious lounge when Tiffany decided to end the journey. She leaned against a white table, sipping her drink with eyes glued to Ethan.

„Why did you follow me?”

„Why would you want to come here? Wherever we are.” They smiled at each other in agreement – they truly deserved each other. The cheeky grin on Ethan's face quickly disappeared, as he moved next to Tiffany, playing with his glass of champagne.

„I'm simply trying to avoid a very public catastrophe.” The young doctor admitted. She hopped on the table and crossed her legs, letting the material of her dress slip to the side, completely exposing her leg.

„Are you seeing Scalpel Jockey?” The waspishness of his own voice sickened him as much as the fact, that the decision to spit the question out was motivated solely by self-interest.

„Why do you care?” She looked at him staggered.

„I don't.” He responded immediately. His words, as sharp as a knife, cut her deep and she turned away. The look of sadness on her face made him bite his tongue...Only just a second too late.

„Tiffany...” His hand reached her shoulder, but she threw it off. She remained silent for a long moment, her chest moving furiously, face hidden behind her locks. The catastrophe was on its way. When she finally regained her composure, her head angled at Ethan revealing an indignant glare.

„I'm so done with your hot and cold bullshit. You have no right to treat me like this...You rejected me. You made it painfully clear that you're only interested in Doctor Addams.”

„I know, but...”

„You know?” She got up and scoffed at him, taking a step in his direction. „You know, yet you continue this immature act. You're all jealous and possessive, but when it comes to owning it you deny everything.”

„Tiffany, your whole career is at stake here. Why am I the only one thinking about it?” He said through gritted teeth.

„Man the fuck up instead of altering the subject.” She leaned closer, unaware of the consequences, until their faces were merely inches apart.

„What's that supposed to mean?” He knew exactly what she meant. In fact, he knew way too well. Playing dumb, are we?

„Tell me now, Ethan. Right in the eye.” Her voice was filled with pain and frustration as she pointed her finger at her teary eyes. „Tell me you don't care about me.”

„What...” He blinked, utterly disconcerted.

„Tell me I can date and fuck whoever I want.” She's seen him mad before. This was something different. An entire new level of rage crossed his face. He was breathing fire.

„That's enough, Addams.” He pursed his lips and shook his head with eyes closed, as if he was trying to teleport to another dimension just to calm himself down.

„Using my surname won't...”

„Do you really think it's easy for me?” He hissed, interrupting her. „It's not like I've walked into the waiting room the day we met and decided to fall in love with an intern. Nothing of this was my intention.”

Ethan's words made her stand straight. Her face softened, lips slightly parted. They waited in silence for a minute, trying to deal with the surprising turn of events. Ethan felt the need to even his breath, when a blinding revelation downed at him.

„I have feelings for you, Tiffany.” She moved closer, standing between his legs, her hand flicked through his thick hair.

„Yes, you said something about falling in love.”

„Stop it. I know what I said.” He leaned into her touch and put an arm around her waist, a playful smile playing on his lips. She pulled his head closer, letting his chin fall between her breasts.

„I'm not seeing Bryce. I just had to see you green with envy.” Tiffany confessed, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

„And that worked extremely well, didn't it?” Ethan arched his brow, his hand traced her curves up and down on the side.

„It did. I think I got what I wanted.” Their eyes were still locked, his baby blues finding safety in the green of her emeralds.

„You might want to revaluate that.”

„Wha...” He didn't let her finish. With a brisk movement he stood up, catching her in his strong arms, and kissed her hungrily.

Tiffany melted into him, staining his lips Russian Red with every kiss. Her arms immediately twined around him as he blindly moved her forward until her back was pinned against the wall. The kiss deepened, making them both dizzy with its intensity. They gasped into each other's mouth while their tongues danced together.

„I see your point now, Doctor.” She mumbled when they finally parted for air. The lipstick printed on Ethan's lips made her chuckle. „How come you look so good in red?”

„I can assure you, it's not as good as your smudged look.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, inhaling her delicious scent.

„Shut up and kiss me.”

She didn't have to tell him twice. He crashed into her again with renewed passion, his hands tugging at the satin of her dress. Never breaking the kiss, she slightly spread her legs and he instantly felt the movement, pressing his body even closer against hers. The rock hard bulge begged for her attention by rubbing on her inner thigh, and she willingly complied. Her hand slipped into his pants and stroked his length teasingly through the fabric of his underwear. He moaned into her lips and gripped her ass, as they continued kissing.

„You're making me crazy, Tiffany. And that dress...” He trailed off, trying to find a proper word that matched with his unholy thoughts.

„You'd like to tear it off, wouldn't you?” The lustful glance followed by a tightened grip was answer enough and it made her grin from ear to ear. „Not so fast.”

She quickly unzipped Ethan's pants, and before he realized, she was on her knees, her slim fingers tracing the waistband of his underwear.

„Tiffany...” He was slack-jawed, unable to move. His mind went off for a split of second. Luckily, he managed to come to his senses before she pulled his pants down. He reached for her shoulders and gently brought her back into his arms.

„Ethan, let me. I want to taste you.” She whispered, cleary disappointed he spoiled the fun. Ethan stared at her in awe, trying to shake off the image of his cock in her mouth.

„No...Not here.” His hand held her jaw and tilted it slightly up. „Someone might walk in on us any minute.”

Then he began kissing her neck with such force, the marks of this shameless encounter will surely bruise her skin. But she didn't mind, she was delirious. Her mouth let out muffled moans as her hands greedily explored his body. The high slit came in handy when her leg was hiking up Ethan's waist and his possessive hand gripped her exposed thigh, sliding his fingers up and down, grabbing her skin, smacking her ass and squeezing it.

„You're mine, Rookie.” He whispered into her ear and sucked the skin behind it. Tiffany moaned loudly, forgetting they were in a public space.

„I'm all yours.” She purred. Ethan smirked, pleased at the response, and moved his lips to meet hers. Their kiss was passionate and urgent, as their tongues fought for dominance. Their bodies were grinding against each other in an unsteady rhythm, desperate to feel skin on skin. „Let's move somewhere private.”

„We need to clean this mess up first.” Ethan took a tissue out of his pocket in order to get rid of the lipstick smudges all over his face.

„It's pointless. I sucked on your lip pretty hard, you’re staying red.”

„Give me the lipstick then.” She burst with laughter and Ethan soon followed.

They did their best attempt at tidying themselves up with the minimal equipment Tiffany carried in her tiny purse. They really did. Was it enough? Probably not. Did they care? Surprisingly, not in the slightest.

„Ethan?” Tiffany took his hand in hers right before they decided they looked decent enough to head back to the ballroom. He laced their fingers together when their gaze met.

„I have feelings for you too.” She coughed up nervously. A very rare beaming smile lit up Ethan's face. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

„I know.”

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choices-love-affair · 4 years ago

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In another world...

I wrote this with the idea that MC and Ethan had already met before the first morning of intern year, and explained why Ethan always seemed to be drawn to, and intrigued by, MC.

This is set prior to the pair ever meeting.

ps. my MC - Lorelei Stannaway, is as awkward as they come!

Enjoy!

“Iced latte, please.” Lorelei ordered, standing at the front of the long cue in Derry Roasters.

“Name?” asked the barista unenthusiastically.

“Rori” she replied, offering her most genuine smile, eyes crinkling in the corners as she tried a feeble attempt to brighten the young man’s day, handing her card over to pay for the order.

“Next!” he bellowed after tapping the card and handing it back to her without as much as a second glance. Lorelei cringed in response as she side stepped quickly out of the way of the cash register and directly onto the foot of an older man who was also waiting for his order.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Lorelei fumbled with her words as she rushed to make sure his foot was okay.

“It’s okay, I’ve got another” the older man shrugged nonchalantly, flashing her a somewhat restrained yet irritated side glance, before his hardened features softened immediately.

Lorelei found herself critiquing the mans chiseled jawline and high cheekbones that shaped a handsome face. A crisp, white, button up shirt donned wide, strong shoulders, and blue, immaculate slacks hugged him appreciatively. Her eyes raked over him, and as her gaze wandered back up and met his eyes, she found her cheeks flushing red with heat as the gentleman was looking back at her expectantly, accompanied with a humorous grin spread across his face.

“Ethan” he broke her reverie, shifting a worn book from under his right arm to his left and holding his hand out in an anticipatory handshake “going to assume you’re Rori?” he raised his eyebrow expectantly at her when he didn’t receive any response.

Lorelei placed her small delicate hand in comparison into his large albeit soft one “…yes… yeah sorry! I’m Rori” she replied eventually shaking her head to shift the metaphorical fog that had consumed her mind, offering him a timid smile as she glanced up at him from under her lashes. She found herself getting lost inexplicitly in his eyes, unable to look away.

“I’m sorry, your eyes are just so …blue!” exasperated Lorelei

She was met with a chuckle from Ethan, “surprisingly not the first time I’ve been told that” he grinned at her “although, never quite that… awkwardly” he grimaced in empathetic embarrassment as he glanced down at the cringing woman.

“I’m sorry! I’m so unapologetically awkward, I imagine a corpse would have better flirting skills than I do!” she laughed, shaking her head at herself humorously

“Well I happen to like corpses… wait-” Ethan’s eyes went mortifyingly wide before he squeezed them closed tightly, rubbing his hand over his face before staring at the wall in front of himself incredulously.

Lorelei let out a loud, hearty laugh in response to Ethan’s less-than-attractive reply, which cut through the hum of the café, a snort escaping her. Cupping her hand over her mouth in shock, she looked over at Ethan with wide eyes, who was silently laughing into his hand that now covered his face, shoulders wiggling with the effort of his laughter.

“Now would be an ideal time for the ground to just… open up …huh?” Lorelei shyly asked, her face screwed up distastefully at how completely awkward they both were.

“and what? Miss the opportunity to wallow in this abysmal excuse of an introduction? Now where is your sense of adventure?” queried Ethan, an empathetic smile spread across his face as he collected his drink from the barista

“I was going to take my drink to go, but if you’d enjoy continuing this exquisite conversation” he asked in dry sarcasm “I’d be happy to stay behind and oblige?” he asked, attempting to appear as neutral as possible as he stirred the contents of his cup around, meanwhile his stomach was in knots at the thought of getting to know the first woman to genuinely pique his interest in a long time.

“Oh, well how very chivalrous of you, to stay and pity the awkward girl in the local café. My knight in shining armour” she quipped, winking at him flirtatiously as she too collected her drink from the unimpressed barista.

The pair began to move from the counter, remnants of awkwardness still lingered between them as they participated in a reinvented cha-cha, each trying to make the first step, met by the other with the same intention

“ladies first” Ethan eventually gestured with his hand, allowing Lorelei to walk off first, and followed her to a secluded table in the corner of the café, right by the window.

“Why the window?” Ethan queried as he nestled into the comfortable armchair and sipped at his drink, looking across at Lorelei over the lid of his cup.

“People-watching” replied Lorelei absently, struggling to remove her backpack straps from her shoulder, glancing over and sighing in relief at Ethan when she finally managed to get it off, as she too nestled back into the armchair and warmed her hands against the contents of her cup.

Ethan assessed the woman before him for a brief moment, watching as she gazed out the window, a petite smile gracing her kind face as she truly appreciated the view from the comfort of her chair. She glanced over at Ethan, catching him staring and offered him a dazzling smile that made the edges of her eyes crinkle

“what is it?” she asked him

Ethan found himself speechless, partly because he felt truly out of his depth with a woman so extroverted as her, but also partly because he truly didn’t know what to say to a question like that. She rendered him a shell of the hard, arrogant man he was so often infamous for, not that he would ever bring himself to admit that to anyone, especially himself. He found himself genuinely intrigued by the bubbly and vivacious young woman, who, from as far as he could tell, was completely oblivious to who he was – it was an endearing and refreshing change. He quickly found himself drawn to all that was ‘Rori’.

“So, what are you doing in Boston, Rori?” Ethan asked genuinely,

“I actually moved here a week ago for work! Tomorrow I start my int-“ Lorelei spoke excitedly, her eyes shining brightly to meet the emotion in her voice, before she was cut short by the ping of a pager, beeping loud and obnoxiously from Ethan’s pocket.

Ethan offered her an apologetic look before glancing at the screen “it’s work” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance before standing from the table and pushing in his chair.

“it was lovely meeting you, Rori” he offered her a polite smile

“likewise…” she replied, an edge of disappointment on her face that saturated her voice, neither going unnoticed by the gentleman.

As Ethan moved towards the door, a pang of uncertainty stewed in his chest, as mutual disappointment hung above his head. Something about leaving this intriguing woman without as much as a number didn’t feel right. He stopped just passed the armchair she was occupying, hand upon the headrest, and battled with the internal dilemma playing out in his mind, and the impending regret if he didn’t at least ask.

“…Rori” he spoke, nerves in abundance as his stomach felt alive with butterflies once more, awaiting her reply.

Lorelei turned in the chair a little too eagerly than she would have liked and looked at him expectantly

“Yes?”

Ethan found himself stunned into silence momentarily once more at her before he managed to regather his thoughts. Clearing his throat loud and deliberately, he began subconsciously toying with a stray piece of cotton from within his rolled up sleeve before he spoke “I’d like it very much if I could see you again… would it be ok if I was to ask you for your number?” he asked nervously.

“I’d like that very much” she grinned her dazzling smile once more at him, all signs of awkwardness between the pair dissipating, as though it had never existed to begin with. Lorelei scribbled upon a stray piece of paper she found in her bag before folding it and handing it to Ethan. He accepted the paper immediately, gripping it like an important document.

“I’ll call you”

“I look forward to it!”

Ethan stepped out into the bustling Boston street, and quickly made his way back to the hospital, not daring a tempted glance at the piece of paper until he was far enough from the window of the café window. When he estimated he was a safe distance away, he hazarded a glance down:

Call me for a ‘corpse’ of a time! -Rori.

Followed by what he could only assume was her phone number, he smiled at how unapologetically awkward she truly was. Sighing in contentment, he carefully placed the number into his pocket and continued on his way to the hospital, anticipating excitedly about how their first date would unfold when he, in no uncertain terms, would definitely call to organise.

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PEACHY (Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Warnings: Angst????? Language, definitely. Honestly, I don't know. Just be prepared for anything and everything.

Age: Once again, no idea. (Probably 12+)

Note: Pixelberry owns Ethan Ramsey’s ass. Not for long

Another note: YES, there will be mistakes and I am SORRY for being a disappointment. So don't come at me.

Another, other Note: PART ONE IS HERE, CLICK ON THIS.

Another, other, different note: Please take note that this is going to be long. So get your popcorn ready

Another, other, different, extra note: If you don’t like pregnancy, or mentions of pregnancy or someone being pregnant, or just pregnancy (did I mention pregnancy?) then don’t read.

Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Leila Salvator

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Four weeks. It had officially been four weeks since Ethan and Leila’s last intimate session. Four weeks since Leila and Ethan fucked for five hours. Four weeks since that whole thing happened. Leila lazily swept her feet off of the floor as she walked into Edenbrook Hospital. Once she entered, the familiar smell of “hospital” flooded her senses and she just felt more tired. This was quite odd, considering that she actually got eight hours of sleep last night, and slept the whole of yesterday, her day off. And yet, she felt as if she could sleep a whole week. “Well someone enjoyed their day off,” Leila heard Bryce’s cocky voice, swooping in next to her. She gave him an icy glare and continued to say, “Not today Bryce, not today,” as she walked off without him. Just as she walked past the nurse’s station, she caught Esme’s eye and waved her over. “Doctor Salvator,” Esme greeted and Leila slightly smiled and nodded her head in return; she was too tired to speak. “You’ve got everything under control?” Leila asked, trying to hide a yawn and failed miserably. Esme simply nodded, acknowledging the older doctor’s tiredness. That was all confirmation that Leila needed.

Leila gave a small nod and walked away towards the diagnostic team’s office. Leila quickly (and lazily) dragged out her phone from her left pocket to check the time. 08:36. Shit, six minutes late. Well, Sienna better bring roses to my funeral. In all honesty, Leila couldn't care less if she was late or not. But Ethan is definitely going to either completely chew her out, or simply going to fire her. As hard as Leila worked to get where she was, if Ethan did fire her, she’d just seduce him. As Leila slowly got closer and closer to Ethan’s new office, she could help but think about what would happen. Her anxiety slowly started to rise. She found it weird, considering she never got anxious. Once she got a couple of feet from the door, she stopped and stared at it as she prepared for the worst. She let out a slightly depressed sigh and slowly continued towards the door. She wasn't in the mood for work today, at all.

And on top of that, she now had to deal with Doctor Ramsey. “Wonderful,” she mumbled under her breath. When she got in front of the door, she quickly pulled out her phone and checked the time, again. 08:39. Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding. Today was not Leila Salvator’s day. As she hastily got herself together, she slowly pushed the foggy glassed doors open. To her unluckiness, as soon as she entered, a deep, impatient voice interrupted her thoughts. “You’re late.” Leila’s head immediately snapped up to her boss’s voice. She saw him impatiently leaning against the wall as June was simply focused on her Apple Macbook in front of her, typing furiously. Leila had to fight the urge to roll her eyes, as she replied with a calm and tired voice, “Hmm? Oh, sorry. traffic.” Ethan shot daggers at her as she tiredly forced herself to one of the chairs and plopping down onto it. Then a realization hit her. “Where’s Baz?” Leila asked. “Clearly late as well, but he actually gave notice,” Ethan replied, venom dripped at every word he spat out. “Oops,” Leila said, not giving a fuck. Ethan didn't bother to reply, but instead, fixed her with a death stare. Once June finished typing, she closed her laptop with a satisfied smile.

“Good morning, Leila,” June said and Leila slowly opened her eyes to give her a sarcastic smile, which, unfortunately, only lead to a small, exhausted smile. June noticed this and slightly frowned. She and Leila weren't on the best of terms. And June knew that look way to well. As Leila continued to sleep in her chair, with Ethan observing her, June decided to find out what wrong, if she had to manipulate her or not. “Are you okay?” June asked, turning her attention to the youngest doctor in the room. Why do you care? Leila didn't bother to open her eyes as she decided to stay quiet for a couple of seconds, then when she finally decided to answer she replied with, “Peachy...” By then, Leila’s strange exhaustion wasn't the only thing that haunted her, but a nasty headache joined the party. Lovely. June’s gaze quickly flew to Ethan as she saw his eyebrows crossed in confusion, knowing very well that Leila was not alright. The silence continued for exactly one minute, thirty-seven seconds. June then decided to ask another question. Quite off-topic, but it’s how June recognized it.

Just as Leila massaged her temples and Ethan drank his fancy-rich-people-coffee, June decided to ask her, “Are you pregnant?” Once she asked the question she got an immediate response. Leila sat straight, not seeming as tired as she was before. Ethan on the other hand almost choked on his coffee, both because of embarrassment and shock. “What? No!” Leila yelped out. Ethan awkwardly cleared his throat, deciding not to say anything; it would have only made the whole situation more suspicious. When Leila answered, she couldn't help but look at Ethan for a couple of seconds before her gaze returned to June. After Leila relaxed a bit, June continued to press her for a more specific answer. She wasn't going to stop until she found out what she wanted to know. “Are you sure? Because for your information, I know exactly what you and Doctor Ramsey, over there,” she pointed at Ethan before continuing, “have been doing after-hours and-”

“That’s enough, June,” Ethan said with a stern voice, eyes shooting daggers at June. But she just smiled, she knew exactly what was going on between them. June knew everything. She always knew exactly what was happening and what was the cause of it. She was always up in everyone’s business, but not in her boss’s. So how could she have possibly known? Leila had no idea how the hell she knew. Is it that obvious? Leila thought. “Well-” Before June could continue stating facts, Leila exclaimed, “I am not pregnant!” Just as she shouted the phrase, Baz walked into the office. “Who’s pregnant?” He asked and smiled as he casually strolled to one of the fancy-looking leather chairs. June opened her mouth with a slight smirk to respond, but Leila immediately interrupted her, which caught her off guard, “No one! No one’s pregnant. Relax. Calm down,” Leila said, half convincing herself and half convincing Ethan. “Once this whole commotion is done, I’d very much like to do my job, unlike others,” Ethan spat out and looked straightly at Leila, eyes focused and serious. Leila didn't know if she’d to reply, so she just awkwardly nodded her head.

As Ethan started to talk about their patient, Leila couldn't help but to not focus. At the beginning of their session, her focus was dazy. In the middle of their session, her mind started to imagine the possibility of her maybe being pregnant. What would she do? How would it be? If she perhaps was pregnant, would Ethan even want the child? It could only be Ethan’s baby, considering she hasn't slept with someone who isn't him, in two years. Would Ethan force Leila to get an abortion? Where would the baby live? If she is pregnant, who would get full custody? Probably Ethan, cause he’s got money. Lots of money. Would Leila move in with him? Would it be awkward? Would he eventually admit that he’s in love with her and they’ll get married? Questions ran through Leila’s head as she was now staring at Ethan’s empty coffee mug on the table. She hadn't realized that he’d been calling her name, “...Leila?” She heard his voice but still couldn’t bother to care nor focus. “Doctor Snowball?” Baz questioned her. The hospital often called her ‘Doctor Snowball’ or ‘Doctor Snow’ because of her snow-white hair. “Hmm?” Leila’s attention was grabbed when Ethan gently touched her elbow. “Are you alright?” He asked.

Once Leila’s forest-green eyes met Ethan’s, she could see him trying to hide his concern. And he could already tell that something was going on in that head of hers. Before Leila answered, she looked at June, who was slightly smirking as if to tell her: I told you so. She was too tired to confront or debate with her, so she moved her gaze and quickly found Baz’s. He was leaning over the table, eyes wide in confusion, curiosity, and concern. After that, her eyes met Ethan’s again. As she stared into his bright blue eyes, a lazy smile found her lips, tugging at the corners of her mouth. “As I said before, Doctor Ramsey, I’m peachy.” Ethan’s eyes lost all contact of sorrow, guilt, regret, and concern as he got annoyed with Doctor Salvator. He knew very well what “peachy” meant in her vocabulary and it wasn't good at all. “Well then, get to work. You all know what to do,” Ethan ordered as June and Baz got up. Leila had paid no attention to Ethan’s words, therefore she had no idea what she had to do. She didn’t even know the patient’s name. Before June left, she walked over to Leila’s side, in order to tell her something. Once Ethan got to his desk and sat down, Leila decided to finally get up. When she stood up she immediately felt dizzy and almost fell. Luckily June was there to catch her. Leila gripped June’s arm for support, as she was already halfway on the floor. “Whoa, Leila!” Ethan’s eyes shot up at the shout and saw what was going on. He stood up and walked towards the two female doctors.

“Here sit down,” June said as she lightly pushed Leila down onto one of the seats. As Ethan approached them, he could see how pale Leila was. “Water,” Leila said with a scratchy voice. “On it,” June said as she hastily walked out of the room to get Leila water and something else. As soon as June was gone, Ethan’s full attention was on Leila. “Leila, what is wrong? And don't you dare say peachy,” He said with a stern serious tone, but Leila just dryly chuckled. “I’m fine,” She lied, but Ethan could see straight through her. “Bullshit.” He said, now slightly getting impatient. A couple of seconds passed and he sat on the stool next to her. “You don't think...” She asked as she didn't say the last few words, for he already knew what they were. “No,” He tried to state, but simply came out as if he was trying to convince himself that Leila was not pregnant. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. He refused to believe that. Truth be told, once Leila excited Ethan’s apartment four weeks ago, she completely forgot about the morning after pill.

When June finally arrived with the water, something else also caught Leila’s eyes. When June gave Leila the water, she showed a tiny square box in Leila’s right hand. Leila knew how damn manipulative June was and could be, but Leila could be even more manipulative then she’ll ever admit. Leila was still kind of pissed of what June did a couple of weeks ago (though she didn't really care), but right now she was too exhausted to focus on any of that. “I suggest you take that test as soon as possible,” June whispered in her ear, then casually strolled out of the room as if nothing happened. Leila quickly looked down at the square box in her hands. What is she up to now? Is she seriously trying to get on my good side by buying me a pregnancy test? Leila was not going to let June manipulate her again. Ever again. “...Leila?” Ethan’s voice eventually found Leila’s attention. “Hmm?” She hummed and looked up at him. “Did you hear anything I just said? Were you paying attention at all?” Ethan said, not in a harsh way, nor impatient way. But simply in his regular tone of voice, which gave Leila a bit of comfort. “No. No, Doctor Ramsey, I did not listen. Nor did I focus earlier and now I have no idea what to do. And would you like to know why?” Leila asked and before Ethan could answer, she continued with her rambling.

“Because, Doctor Ramsey, I have considered that I actually might be pregnant. And to top it off, not with anyone else’s baby. But your baby, Ethan Ramsey’s baby, my boss’s baby,” Leila said, in the bitchiest voice ever, though she was fighting back the tears as they threatened to pour down like a waterfall. She refused to cry in front of her boss and ex-lover. Ethan’s expression was stone cold and unreadable. That made Leila even more anxious. “Stop looking at me like that!” She exclaimed and Ethan quickly looked back to see if the door was closed, as he took her hands in his. He softly stroked her hands with his thumbs as he finally decided to talk to her. “Leila,” He said with a serious voice, but softness behind it. “Look at me,” He said as soon as she averted her gaze to the floor. When she didn't look up, he removed one of his hands from hers and placed his fingers under her chin, lifted her head and forced her to look at him. He tucked one of her white curls behind her ear, and when her green eyes finally met his blue eyes, his heart slightly scattered. He could see the storm in her eyes, swirling with questions and possibilities. He also noticed the tears forming waterbeds above her eyelashes. “Did you ever take a morning-after pill?” Her eyes widened at the question itself. She did, in fact, not take the pill. According to Leila’s reaction to his question, he already knew the answer.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled under his breath as he got up from the chair across Leila and started pacing around the big office. Leila had decided not to say anything; it could only make things worse. “How, How could you be so irresponsible?” Leila bit back a nasty response as she was not fiddling with the pregnancy test in her lap. “I should've forced that pill down your throat,” Ethan said as he sat down on his chair at his desk, which was scattered in papers. “I knew you were going to forget,” He mumbled once again and Leila lost it. “Jesus, Ethan. No need to remind me of all my imperfections and flaws, goddamn it,” She swore. Leila took a big gulp of her water, then finally got up. “Rookie...” Ethan slightly whispered, which caught her attention. Those days, when Ethan called Leila ‘Rookie,’ it was either because she did something wrong, completely screwed something up or simply disappointed him. She stared at him, waiting for him to continue. “This can change our lives.” He stated. Does he seriously not think I know that? “Trust me, Ethan. I know,” She said as she walked toward the door. “Do you know what to do?” He asked, the question referring to her job. “Well, no. But for now, I’m going to take this test and I honestly hope I fail it,” She said, holding the pregnancy test in the air before tucking it inside of the white coat’s massive pocket. She walked out of the door, leaving Ethan to his thoughts.

She walked out of that door looking fearless. Confident. Brave. But on the inside, she was dying. Stressing. Maybe even growing a baby. Ethan’s child. She couldn't get her mind wrapped around that fact. Doctor Leila Salvator, a nobody, could maybe be having Doctor Ethan Ramsey, a hot know doctor all around the world’s, child. She was on her way to the bathroom when she spotted Sienna, talking to Mitch. It made her blood boil. She was furious with Mitch. Yeah, he was always an asshole. But in Leila’s eyes, he was a stupid, dumb, relentless asshole, who couldn't do anything right. As Leila was stomping by, Sienna caught her eye and gave her a slight some. Leila returned it as quickly as hers came. Leila's plan was set in her mind. Go to the bathroom. Take the test. Immediately tell Sienna everything. If positive, go to Ethan and do a blood test ASAP. If negative, go ask Ethan what to go, and go on with their lives. Easy peasy. How difficult can it be? As soon as Leila finished going over her plan at least ten times, she finally found the woman’s bathroom. She bravely stepped in and went into one of the singular bathrooms. She tore opened the box and took the test out. Before using it, Leila eyed it carefully. “Snowy?” A soft voice called from her bathroom door. “Sienna? What’re you doing here?” Leila asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Well, I say you come in here, and I also saw that your cheeks were slightly reddened, which means that you cried and I just wanted to check up on you,” Sienna said, in factual order. What a sweet girl, now she’d be a great mother, Leila thought as she looked down at the test in her hands, deciding what to tell her friends. “Uh, no no, I’m great. Sienna could you please just wait there for five minutes?” Leila asked with a shaky voice. “Well of course! I’m on my break now anyway so...” Sienna said as she started to get comfortable right outside of Leila’s bathroom door. “K, thanks,” was all Sienna got in to respond. Just pee on the stick. Just pee in the stick. Leila slowly pulled her jeans down, removing her underwear with it. She tucked the pregnancy under her body and did her business. Once she finished ‘peeing on the stick,’ she quickly grabbed the box to see how long she had to wait for the results. Three minutes. “You okay in there?” Sienna’s voice flooded through the bathroom. “Peachy, I’ll be right out!” Leila replied, slightly yelling so that Sienna could hear her. She watched the time carefully, the minutes passed by so very, very slowly. When her phone confirmed that three minutes had passed, she felt nervous. Those were the longest three minutes of her entire life. As Leila slowly walked towards the test, which was on the toilet seat, she started sweating. She had never felt her heartbeat as fast as it did.

“Oh fuck,” Leila said as she finally saw the results of the pregnancy test. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck,” She whispered to herself, picking the test up to confirm the results. Two fucking lines. Two fucking lines. Leila started to tear up. What the fuck was she going to do? She started getting nervous and anxious as tears threatened to fall. “Snowy?” Sienna asked, knocking lightly on the door. As soon as Sienna stepped back, the door flew open, revealing a very emotion Leila. Sienna’s face immediately fell when she saw Leila. Without knowing what was going on, she swung her arms around Leila’s neck and pulled her into a tight hug. “Sienna, I’m fucked,” Leila said as she broke down. They stood like that for seven minutes, until Sienna decided to find out why her friend was having a mental breakdown. When Sienna pulled away, she opened her mouth to ask Leila why she was crying. Leila interrupted her without even speaking. Leila pushed the pregnancy test into Sienna’s hand and suddenly felt sick. Really, really sick. Once Sienna saw what it was, and once she saw the result of it, her jaw dropped. And when Leila saw her reaction, she felt the need to throw up. Leila ran back into the bathroom, quickly opened the toilet seat, chucked her white hair out of her face, and threw up. A lot. Sienna dropped the test and immediately ran to Leila’s side, holding her hair out of the way and rubbing slow circles on her back.

When she finished, she slumped against the wall of the bathroom as Sienna quickly fetched her some water. When Sienna returned with it, Leila took the cup and chugged everything down her throat. Then afterwards, gracefully thanked Sienna for her services. “Okay, what the fuck do I do now?” Leila asked Sienna with big eyes. “The only thing you can do,” Sienna stated and advised in a soft voice, comforting her friend. “Tell Ethan,” Leila said, already knowing what Sienna was referring to. Sienna already knew about their ‘complicated’ relationship, because she was the one Leila trusted the most. Leila took a deep breath before standing up, flushing the toilet and washing her hands. Sienna followed, comforting her all the way to the sink. Suddenly an idea pooped into Leila’s head. “What if I tell Naveen?” Leila asked as she waited for Sienna’s opinion. “Doctor Banjeri?” Sienna asked in thought and Leila just nodded her head. They heard a beeping noise as one of their pagers went off. Both of their heads snapped up as they realized it came from Leila. She grabbed her pager and looked at it as she said, “Please don't be Ramsey, please don't be Ramsey.” She looked at it and let out a miserable sigh. “It’s Ramsey, isn't it?” Sienna asked her and she just nodded, “Unfortunately, yes. He wants me in his office.”

Leila let out another miserable sigh as she wiped her tried out tears with her sleeve. “Okay then let’s go,” Sienna said as she picked up the pregnancy test and put it in Leila’s coats left pocked. “Sienna, you’re the sweetest friend I can ask for, but you really, really don't have to do this if you don't want to,” Leila said. In all honesty, Leila felt bad for stealing Sienna’s only half an hour break. “Nonsense!” Sienna claimed, “Auntie Sienna is going to help Leila and baby Leila or Baby Doctor Ramsey all the way, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Leila let out a small chuckle as she mumbled an ‘okay’ response. Once Sienna got Leila all freshened up, they proceeded to walk out of that bathroom together, looking like Gods. “I can totally picture us in slow motion right now,” Sienna whispered so that only Leila could hear, and for the first time that day, Leila let out a true laugh. As the two women finally reached the door of the diagnostic, Sienna gave Leila a big hug and wished her good luck. Once Leila practically forced Sienna to go eat, Leila mumbled under her breath, “Well, it’s now or never.” Before Leila walked in, she stuck her hand into her pocket and made sure that the pregnancy test was still there. Once her hand felt the test, and it confirmed that the test was there, Leila decided to walk into the room confident and fearless. So she put on her bravest face and prepared for the worst thing that could possibly go wrong.

Her sweaty palm pushed the door open, as the other one gripped the pregnancy test tightly in her pocket. The usual cold atmosphere hit her skin as she finally walked into the room. When she got inside she was slightly surprised to see Naveen there. Her hand shot out of her left pocket, letting go of the pregnancy test immediately when she saw him standing there, talking to Ethan. “Doctor Banjeri! What a surprise. Am I in trouble?” Leila immediately asked as she looked over at Ethan with big eyes, heart pounding. Naveen chuckled as he answered, “Oh no, Doctor Salvator. I was just on my way out.” The two men greeted each other when Naveen exited. Once he was out of the room and closed the door, Ethan went to sit on his chair and Leila sat on one of the chairs at the separate table. Ethan bored holes through her soul as he continued to stare at her, waiting for her to tell him the results. “Ethan, I-” Before Leila could continue he interrupted her, as he already knew what the answer was. “No.” He said as he looked down at his desk. “What do you mean no?” Leila said, as her bitchy voice returned from its retirement. “No. You are not pregnant.” He said, trying to convince himself. Typical. “I haven't even shown you the results yet,” Leila said, her hand automatically reaching for the test in her pocket. He looked back up at her, staring at her with an icy look, but behind it, she could see the fear in his eyes. “No,” he said again as he refused to believe she was pregnant.

Leila lost it. She furiously got up from her chair as walked over to him, eyes never leaving his. When she got to his desk, she threw the pregnancy test on top of it. Ethan’s eyes stayed on hers for a while, then he decided to look at the object on his table. He let out a slight gasp when he saw it. His hands trembled as he slowly picked it up. “No,” was all he whispered under his breath. “Yes, Ethan. Unfortunately yes,” Leila said as she wiped new tears from her eyes. Ethan looked at her with an unreadable expression, not knowing what to say. Silence. Nothing but silence. Silence for twenty seconds straight. That was until Leila finally decided to speak. “I’m not having an abortion...” She said as she started to tear up again. “Please don't make me,” she said softly as that immediately caught his off guard. He stood up and walked towards her without a word. When he got to her, he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her into a tight hug as she broke down in tears. “I would never,” He said against her neck, face buried in her white hair. “I’m not a monster. I won't leave you alone. I don't want our baby to go through what I went through,” He reassured her as she let out a sob. “I know,” She said softly against his coat, “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Ethan.” He softly stroked her back; he knew she found that comforting. He replied, “It’s okay... We’ll get through this, together.”

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