#Open heart fanfiction

[liaromancewriter]

I Thee Wed…

Premise: Ethan and Cassie are ready to say, ‘I do,’ but they forget one important step.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,560

A/N: So, I first did Ethan and Cassie's wedding in June 2021. In all that time, I've never written their wedding vows. Maxenna's vows were easier to write. Well, I finally cracked this nut! Yay, me 🎉

Submission for @choicesaugustchallenge prompt "summer wedding"

Cassie Valentine updated the patient chart and mentally crossed off another item from her seemingly endless to-do list. In just nine days, she would stand in the garden of her family home and marry her soulmate.

She couldn’t contain a small, excited scream, a dreamy smile spreading across her face as she imagined Ethan’s awestruck expression when she glided toward him at the floral-decked altar. But, she thought with a smirk, she couldn’t wait to knock him over on their wedding night with what she had on beneath the layers of tulle.

All in good time, Cassie reasoned, turning her attention back to work.

“Marlene?” she called to one of the regular nurses on her floor, handing over the tablet with the patient record. “Keep an eye on potassium levels for Mr. Dubois in 504. Page me if there’s any change in his condition.”

“Will do, Dr. Valentine,” Marlene nodded, scanning the chart quickly to confirm the orders.

She flashed Cassie a friendly smile. “Are you excited about the wedding? You and Dr. Ramsey make such a beautiful couple.”

“I’m counting the minutes,” Cassie grinned. “I have a final fitting for the dress next week, but otherwise, we’re all set.”

“Summer weddings are the best,” another nurse piped in. “Flowers are my favorite part.”

“I love hearing the couple’s vows,” Marlene said. “Are you and Dr. Ramsey writing your own?”

Cassie nodded in response, keeping her expression smooth even as alarm bells blared inside her head. Crap, crap, crap!

Between work, packing up her things at the apartment for the move to Ethan’s and coordinating with Sienna and her mom on the wedding, she had forgotten entirely about the vows.

She and Ethan had negotiated a hybrid ceremony, honoring her Episcopalian beliefs and his agnostic ones. He had agreed to have a priest officiate and receive a spiritual blessing in exchange for non-religious but personal vows, no Communion, hymns or readings.

Writing their own vows had sounded so simple before. A few words of promise, a declaration of their love, exchange rings and you-may-kiss-the-bride. End scene.

But now she realized it was anything but easy. Worse, she had no idea what she would say on the most important day of her life!

The pen dug into the paper, leaving dark, jagged lines on the legal pad as Ethan scratched out yet another sentence. His handwriting, usually neat and precise despite the doctor-like scrawl, had turned into a chaotic mess of crossed-out words and half-formed thoughts. Frustration simmered in his chest, his mind spinning as he tried to wrestle his emotions into something coherent.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his temple. Sitting through a room full of demanding board members was a walk in the park compared to this. How was he supposed to find the words powerful enough to capture the depth of what he felt for Cassie?

Each attempt felt clumsy and inadequate, the words slipping away from him no matter how hard he tried. Irritated with himself, he muttered a curse under his breath, tearing the paper from the pad and crumpling it into a tight ball. It joined the other pieces of crumpled paper balls scattered around him.

Why had he insisted on their own vows? Should’ve just taken a template and been done with it.

He had been working on them all week and was no closer to the finish line. He had tried writing at home, in his office with the door closed and on a bench in the serenity garden at Edenbrook. Eventually, he retreated to Derry’s Coffee Shop in the hope that a place special to them both would inspire him.

The wedding was a week away, and he did not relish the idea of standing at the altar with nothing more to say than “I do” while Cassie no doubt recited something meaningful about him being her soulmate.

“Tough case?”

Startled, Ethan looked up to find Cassie standing above him.

He had been so absorbed in his frustrated scribbling that he hadn’t even noticed her enter the coffee shop, place her order and walk over to him.

“You could say that,” he hedged, hoping she wouldn’t press for more.

“Maybe I can help,” she suggested, sliding into the seat across from him.

Before he could stop her, she reached for the pad, and he blurted out, “No!” even as she read the words out loud.

“Cassie, my love for you is like an unspecified virus that I couldn’t shake….”

Ethan saw the look of shock on Cassie’s face. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly. For a moment, they just stared at each other in stunned silence.

“Wait, are these your wedding vows? And did you just compare me to a virus?”

Ethan quickly tried to recover, realizing how the words sounded when said aloud. “I—I didn’t mean it like that. What I’m trying to say is that my love for you is something I never expected, something that took hold of me and changed everything.”

Cassie blinked, and then, to his relief, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Babe, I appreciate the on-brand medical analogy, especially since I diagnosed Naveen’s bacteriophage, but maybe we can find a less…clinical way to describe it? This is our wedding, after all, not a keynote at the AMA annual symposium.”

“A keynote at the AMA would be easier than these damn vows,” Ethan muttered, running an exasperated hand through his hair.

He picked up his coffee and looked at her over the rim. “I suppose you’ve already written a masterpiece?”

To his surprise, Cassie blushed and looked away. “Not exactly. If you must know, I kind of forgot about them.”

She waved one hand dismissively. “Anyway, this isn’t about me. If you’re struggling, just focus on us, our relationship—what makes me the one for you? How you see our life together. Things like that.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes. “That’s some solid advice.” He reached for his phone, unlocking the screen. “In fact, it’s almost identical to the advice I got from another Valentine just a couple of hours ago. Ah, here it is.” He turned the screen to show her the text from Max.

Cassie’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That cheat!” She snatched the phone from Ethan’s hand, scrolling up to check the time stamp. It was from earlier in the day before she’d texted her brother. “He totally copy-pasted his response to me!”

Ethan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Looks like great minds think alike…or at least steal from each other. When did you speak to him?”

Cassie gave him a sheepish look. “Maybe half an hour ago. ”

“Isn’t it the middle of the night where he is?”

She rolled her eyes and made a face. “I know. Max wasn’t thrilled, which is probably why I ended up with recycled advice.”

She straightened in her chair, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I can’t seem to find the right words for our vows. At least you managed to compare me to a virus—I’ve got a completely blank page.”

Ethan chuckled softly, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand gently. “How about we work on them together? We always did our best work figuring out diagnostic differentials as a team. Why should wedding vows be any different?”

Cassie’s smile widened. “Just promise you won’t tell my mother this is how we wrote our vows, or I’ll have to call you a big, fat liar!”

“Deal.”

Nine days later…

Ethan faced Cassie, a deep contentment settling over him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. As he held her hands in his, the words that once eluded him now flowed as naturally as breathing.

“Cassie, when I first met you, I had no idea we’d end up here, but from that moment on, you’ve captivated me in ways I never imagined. You’ve challenged me, frustrated me and inspired me to be a better person. And I've fallen in love with you again and again, even though I didn’t believe love or family were in the cards for me. You opened my heart to more. I promise to support and encourage you, embrace the unexpected with you, and always work on being the best version of myself for you. I vow to hold your hand and cherish your heart, loving you always and forever.”

Cassie flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she held Ethan’s gaze, recalling the day they wrote these vows. Her voice was light and playful as she began, making it clear she was savoring every moment.

“Ethan, from the moment you walked into my life—full of arrogance, calling me an amateur—everything changed in ways I never could have predicted. I told you then I was your biggest fan, but that barely scratched the surface of my feelings for you. I can’t imagine a single day without you, and I hope I never do. I promise to stand by your side, to love you fiercely—even when you’re driving me a little crazy—and to choose you every day, no matter what. You are my partner, my soulmate and my greatest adventure. I vow to cherish your heart with all that I am, always and forever.”

And then they lived happily ever after…

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[jerzwriter]

New Discoveries

This fic is part of "MOC (Merida, Olivia, Casey) World," but it focuses on the guys! This is a dual ask from @annoyingmillenialnewbie and also prompts provided by @storyofmychoices. I love writing for these three together! Thanks so much for the inspiration!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Bryce Lahela, Tobias Carrick Rating: Teen Words: 2,099 Trope: There's just one bed.... Summary: A boy's weekend camping takes a few different turns (literally and figuratively), but they endure and make some new discoveries along the way.

A/N: This is part of the Merida, Olivia, and Casey world. Merida belongs to the lovely @lilyoffandoms, and Olivia belongs to our dear @storyofmychoices. The prompts can be found on this list created by @creativepromptsforwriting. (The prompts are bolded in text.) Participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Beginning.

The mountainous road was perilous, to say the least. Yet, if Tobias was fazed by it, it didn't show. The day was beautiful, with a brilliant blue sky stretching endlessly without a cloud in sight. They were the only travelers on the road, and the rugged terrain was no match for his new Range Rover. All in all, it was perfect.

The SUV jolted hard to the right... then to the left...

“Look out!” Ethan shouted.

Then to the right again.

While Tobias was living his best life, Bryce was left to wonder how much life he had left. He had to be cajoled to go camping in the first place, and now he lost hope of arriving at the cabin alive. Tobias glanced at him in the rearview mirror, smiling sardonically when he noticed his friend’s pale, green complexion.

“You all right there, buddy?” he bellowed.

“Of course he’s not all right!” Ethan replied from the passenger’s seat. “We’re both wondering how many more sharp turns you'll take before this tin can goes toppling over the side of the mountain.”

“For fucks sake, Ramsey,” Tobias chuckled. “Grow some hair on them. We’re absolutely fine.”

“We are not fine,” Bryce insisted. “If I don’t make it, please tell Olivia I love her.”

“OK, maybe you are being a tad too dramatic,” Ethan reconsidered, to Tobias’s delight.

“That’s better!”

Nevertheless, two of the three men couldn’t have been more relieved when they pulled up to the rustic cabin that would serve as their home for the weekend. Tobias stepped out of the car with his usual swagger. Black Ray-Bans in place and an Original Gourmet Lollipop in his mouth, he surveyed the land, filled his lungs with the fresh air, and smiled.

“Welcome home, friends!”

Bryce’s exit was a little different. Stumbling out the back door, he looked peaked, but the fear started to vanish from his eyes when he realized they were on solid earth.

“I would lean over and kiss the ground, but I’m pretty sure I’d throw up,” he announced as Ethan mumbled under his breath.

 ��What was that, boss?" Tobias called out. "If you have something to say, you really should tell the whole class.”

“I said I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

With his hands in his pockets, Tobias rolled back and forth on his feet with a grin. “First, you love us, no matter how much you try to deny it. Second, Merida would have kicked your ass if you backed out.”

“Not to mention you would have never lived down the ribbing we'd give you if you admitted you couldn’t rough it for one weekend.”

“I can rough it, Bryce!” Ethan replied. “Make no mistake about that... I just don’t know if I can rough it with the two of you.”

Tobias clapped his hand against Ethan's shoulder before removing his backpack from the trunk.

“You’re full of shit,” he said, tossing Ethan his bag.

Bryce shielded his eyes to take a better look at the cabin. He had to admit that the bucolic setting was beautiful, ushering in a sense of tranquility that Boston could never deliver.

“The cabin does look really nice,” he observed.

Ethan shrugged with a wrinkled nose. “Looks smaller than I expected.”

Tobias pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, his face glowing like he had just won the jackpot. “Now, there are five words Ramsey has heard repeatedly throughout his life.”

He and Bryce broke into a fit of laughter while Ethan rambled about their juvenile behavior.

“Relax, old man,” Tobias teased. “It is small, but it’s not like we’ll be inside much anyway. Come on, let’s go set up.”  

Ethan and Tobias lingered on the porch as Bryce stepped inside, but he returned in an instant.

“Uh, Tobias, are you sure this is the right cabin?”

“Well, the keys I gave you just opened the door, didn’t they? Of course, it’s the right cabin.” Noting the look on Bryce’s face, he continued. “What’s the matter, Lahela? Did you see a mouse?”

“Oh,” Bryce chuckled. “I wish.”

Ethan raised a brow at Bryce while Tobias stepped inside.

“Wait for it,” Bryce mouthed just before they heard...

“Oh, for fucks sake!!”

Ethan rushed into the cabin with Bryce trailing behind him, and his eyes went wide.

“Are you kidding me?” Ethan scowled. “One bed? What the hell did you do, Carrick? Rent the honeymoon suite?”

Tobias turned to his friend, lips twisted. “Who’d take anyone on a honeymoon here, Ramsey! Even you’re not that clueless.”

“You’re right, and I’m also not clueless enough to get us a cabin with ONE bed.”

Tobias ran his hand over his head with a sigh. “The listing said one single bed and two bunks!”

“Well,” Bryce simpered. “The listing lied.”

“I told you we should have just brought tents and sleeping bags,” Tobias admonished. “But noooo, you two couldn’t rough it!”

“Says the man with the luxury Range Rover,” Ethan smirked.

Ignoring him, Tobias placed his phone back into his pocket. “There’s no service here, but if you want, we can drive back down the to the main road. We passed a Motel 6; we could just stay there tonight if you like.”

“Yeah, I’m not about to head back down that death trap of a road in this weather!” Bryce stated.

“In this weather? It’s beautiful out,” Tobias said just before a loud thunderclap shook them. “Wait! What?” He gasped. “Where the hell did this come from! It was gorgeous out! There was no rain predicted, and... how?”

“What was that you said about not spending much time inside the cabin anyway?” Ethan mocked.

Tobias threw himself back on the bed. “This isn’t happening.”

“It’s all right,” Bryce said, trying to lighten the mood. “ “It’s just for two nights; we can handle that.”

“Maybe you can,” Ethan deadpanned. “I’m not so sure.”

“Well, unless you want to take my keys and drive yourself down the mountain in this monsoon, it doesn’t look like you’ll have much of a choice.”

~~~~~

The afternoon and evening looked different than they had anticipated. Envigorating hikes were replaced by several rounds of poker. An open campfire under the stars turned into hotdogs and baked beans prepared on the hotplate. It was as if a woodland fairy godmother had appeared and reversed her magic.

“I wonder what the girls are doing now,” Bryce asked forlornly.

Ethan pulled a chunk of fat out of the beans with a grimace. “Eating better than we are, that’s for sure!”

“All right!” Tobias snapped. “Enough of this. Hopefully, the rain will pass tonight, and we will have two days to enjoy the great outdoors. But tonight... let's make the best of it. There could be worse things than the three of us stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with copious amounts of beer.”

“The beer will help,” Bryce agreed.

“As long as you two don’t overdo it,” Ethan said, popping a can open. “If either of you falls into a drunken stupor and pees in the bed tonight, we'll be returning to Boston with a lighter load."

“How are we going to sleep?” Bryce asked the question they had all been pondering. “What’s that, a full-size bed? How are the three of us going to fit on that?”

“It’s a queen-size,” Tobias corrected. “We’ll make do.”

“Do you have your sleeping bag, T?” Bryce asked. “Maybe one of us could sleep on the floor.”

“Negative,” he replied. “Once you two overruled tents, I had no reason to pack it.”

“I could just sleep on the floor anyway.”

“Bryce, you’ll freeze,” Ethan pointed out. “The temperature drops significantly during the night in these parts, and this place isn't exactly insulated."

“Yeah, and those cute little shorts and crop tops you bought won’t do a damn thing to keep you warm,” Tobias chortled.

Bryce let out a sigh. “I told you a beach weekend would have been better, but noooo....”

“Weren’t you the one saying it’s just two nights, we’ll survive?” Ethan yawned. “Look, it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I don’t want to freeze, so why don’t we just get this over with?”

“I’m with you,” a weary Tobias replied.

“All right, question. Who sleeps in the middle?”

Bryce's words stopped the other two men in their tracks.

“Well, I hadn’t thought of that,” Tobias snickered.

“This is going to be the longest night of my life,” Ethan groaned.

“Come on, princess,” Tobias winked. “You could do much worse than sharing a bed with two lookers like Lahela and me.”

“I mean, we’re all bi,” Bryce reminded. “It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed with a man before."

“That doesn’t mean I want to be sharing a bed with these two men,” Ethan said, gesturing furiously between his two friends.

“Look, I’m freaking tired,” Tobias interrupted. “I say we pick straws. Short straw gets the middle.”

“Works for me!” Bryce agreed.

No one waited for Ethan to reply, which was unfortunate since he picked the short straw.

“Motherfucker!” he cursed.

“Look,” Tobias pointed out. “None of us are going to sleep well tonight anyway, so what does it really matter.”

“Fine! You want the middle, then?”

“Nope!” Tobias said, claiming his spot against the wall. “I’m good.”

“Wait! That means I’ll be on the edge!” Bryce realized. “I’m going to end up on the floor!”

“Would you like the short stick?” Ethan offered.

“Mmmhh. Nah,” Bryce replied. “Just try not to push me off the bed."

The three men spent the next few minutes squiggling and shifting, doing their best to find a position that would be remotely comfortable for all, and the jokes kept coming, at least from Tobias and Bryce.

“Remember, Ramsey... if your hands get cold during the night, my butt cheeks are not pillows, all right?”

“Jesus Christ!” Ethan groused, rolling to his other side.

“What?” Bryce replied. “Do you think my butt cheeks are available? We can get you some socks for those hands of yours.”

Bryce and Tobias couldn't stop giggling as Ethan seethed between them.

“Come on, Ethan,” Tobias laughed. “You’re amongst friends, and at least you won’t freeze to death.”

“Sure won’t. You’re like a damn furnace! I felt like I needed to remove my clothes.”

“Oh, so you're getting fresh now?” Tobias teased, but Ethan wasn't remotely amused.

“Good night!!” He huffed.

“Sorry,” Bryce yawned. “But you walked right into that one.”

“GOOD NIGHT!”

And then something miraculous occurred; against all odds, the men managed to fall asleep.

~~~

When the sun rose, Bryce was the first to wake. He was already sitting in a folding chair near the window, eating a container of yogurt, when Ethan and Tobias began to stir.

“Good morning!” He chirped, as buoyant as the birds flying around the sunny sky. “It’s about time you're awake.”

“Why are you already up?” Tobias said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Ethan groaned as he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, attempting to stretch his sore muscles. “And how the hell are you not in pain!”

“The benefits of youth, old men!” Bryce laughed. “I really do need to get some friends my own age.”

“Yeah, screw you!” Tobias said, vaulting out of bed to prove a point, but he couldn't hold back an ouch moments later.

“You were saying?” Ethan mocked.

“Of course, I’m in pain!” Tobias shot back. “I can’t barely feel my arm anymore; you were lying on it all night.”

“Are you aware that you talk in your sleep?” Ethan snickered, completely changing the course of conversation.

"Wait... what?" Tobias turned around, the blood rushing from his face. “What...what did I say?”

“I don’t remember everything,” Ethan smirked. “But I’m pretty confident you proposed to me.”

“Yeah, right!” Tobias laughed nervously.

Bryce mindlessly scraped his yogurt container with his spoon. “Honestly, he’s not joking. You were going on and on about getting married.”

“Do you have something to share?” Ethan grinned.

“Well,” Tobias hesitated. “I guess if the cat’s out of the bag. I'm planning on proposing soon, just not to either of you fuckers.”

“You’re proposing to Casey,” Bryce gasped. “Oh my God, Olivia is going to lose her mind!”

“Yeah,” Ethan ran a hand down his neck. “Merida will probably be all over this, too.”

"If you wouldn't mind keeping this from them for the time being," Tobias pled. "It's not that I don't trust them, but..."

"No need to ask," Ethan smiled, shaking his friend's hand. "Congratulations, buddy. All joking aside, I couldn’t be happier for you.”

“Yeah,” Bryce agreed. “This is great news! When are you planning on doing it?”

“Next week, it’s the anniversary of the day we met. I don’t know if she remembers, but I do, so....”

“Do you think she knows?” Bryce asked.

“Nah,” Tobias smiled. “She doesn’t have a clue.”

“You're sure about that?” Ethan asked, preparing a cup of coffee.

“Pretty sure.... why?”

Ethan handed the steaming cup to Tobias with a wink. “Because, apparently.... you talk in your sleep.”

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[potionsprefect]

Superheroes

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 936

Summary: Luke and Lily learn just how amazing Ethan and Victoria are

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

Lily slumped onto the living room sofa, dropping her bag on the floor and laid her head on the back of the sofa, shutting her eyes.

“Good revision session?” Luke chuckled as he looked up from his book.

“What do you think? Why did we think following Mom and Dads footsteps were a good idea?” Lily huffed.

“Well technically you’re not by coming an EMT.” Luke shrugged.

“It’s similar. Besides, I was always the more adventurous one.” Lily said.

“Whatever. It’ll be worth it in the end.” Luke said.

“I hope so. Because I hate textbooks.” Lily folded her arms.

Luke picked up the remote and turned on the television. Both Victoria and Ethan were at work and the twins were home alone for Saturday. They did have Sunday off and the plan was to stay indoors and watch films since the weather had turned significantly colder.

“Look at this. There’s been a massive car accident near Boston.” Luke said.

They both watched the TV screen. There were multiple cameras on scene with reporters explaining what had happened. There were many ambulances, police and firefighters on the scene, as there were many cars that looked worse for wear.

“That doesn’t look good.” Lily said.

“It’s not far from the hospital either. Do you think Mom and Dad are helping out?”

“Maybe. Although I thought they weren’t doing that anymore since Mom hurt her foot last time.”

“Since when has that ever stopped Mom.” Luke laughed. “She is never one to listen to advice.”

Luke and Lily continued to watch the news coverage. It did not look good from what the presenters were saying and that lots of emergency service workers were battling hard to help those injured.

“Do you think we’ll get to do that one day?” Lily looked at Luke.

“You definitely will, you’ll be first on scene. Meanwhile, I’ll be dealing with the aftermath in hospital.” Luke rested his hands behind his head.

“I enjoy the thrill more. I like putting myself in danger.” Lily shrugged.

“I don’t think Mom and Dad would agree with that.” Luke chuckled.

“Mom liked it. But Dad not so much. He’s too protective of us.”

As the cameras flicked between the scene and the emergency vehicles heading to the scene, there was suddenly two figures on the screen who looked oddly familiar. They were running towards the scene, gloves on and the wind whipping in their faces.

“Is that…” Luke trailed off.

“It is. No way! This is so cool! Where do you think they’re heading?”

“Where do you think?! Do you think the reporters have picked up on them?” Luke asked.

Lily watched the screen as Victoria and Ethan directed orders at their colleagues, swiftly moving between the injured people, helping them as much as possible. “I don’t know. But they definitely should.”

As if the reporter heard Lily she said: “It would appear that Ethan and Victoria Ramsey are currently on scene of this big accident. They appear to be in their element, helping those in need. We are always in awe of our emergency services and the work they do for us.”

“Yes we are.” Luke looked at Lily and smiled.

The two watched their parents, hoping that one day, that will be them out there, doing what they do best.

“I haven’t felt this exhausted since I was pregnant.” Victoria sighed as the car pulled into the driveway.

Ethan laughed. “I’ll remind you of that the next time we have to do something like that.”

Victoria looked towards the house. “How mad to you think they are?”

“Mad enough that they’ll have forgotten by this time tomorrow.” Ethan replied.

“You said that last time. And Lily did not speak to either of us properly for 3 days.” Victoria said.

“Well that was because we didn’t help her with her science project. And she was eight.” Ethan laughed.

“Fine. But if she does get angry I’m leaving her to you.” Victoria said as she got out of the car.

“You always do.” Ethan said.

Before either Ethan or Victoria could put the key in the front door, the door swung open and Luke and Lily pulled their parents inside and hugged them.

“Woah what’s all this?” Victoria chuckled reciprocating the hug.

“Can we at least take our coats and shoes off first?”

“We saw what happened on TV.” Lily said.

“You saw the accident?” Ethan asked.

“Not specifically the accident but we saw you two! You looked so cool!”

“Oh you saw that. See I told you they saw us. The media are too quick.” Victoria said.

“I was a little too busy saving some lives.” Ethan said.

“How many did you save?” Lily asked as the family made their way to the living room.

“As many as we could. But these kind of things never turn out totally ok. But we did our best.” Ethan replied.

“We thought you would be angry with us that we were late home.” Victoria said.

“Are you kidding? We know you have an important job.” Luke said.

“And we know that sometimes you have to do these things to help others. One day that’ll be us.” Lily said.

“Still not giving up on that idea?” Ethan chuckled.

“Definitely not. I like the idea of danger.” Lily grinned.

“Don’t say that too loudly in front of me.” Ethan laughed.

The family spent the rest of the evening talking all things medicine. One day, Luke and Lily thought, they’ll be the ones sharing stories.

For now, all they could do is sit back and admire how awesome their parents were.

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[the-pale-goddess]

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’ humankind 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.

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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!

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Newly Added Fics

Oct 12 - 18, 2024  

🎭 Angst  |  🦚 Angsty Fluff  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edit  |  📱 TextFic  |  Ⓜ Mature

Ethan x F!MC

Good Driver - @cariantha ♥ “Before you marry someone, go sit in traffic with them for at least 2 hours.” How would Ethan and Sawyer do? [Public]

I Don’t About You, But I’m Feeling 32 - @genevievemd 📷 Gen celebrates a birthday and becoming a new mom.

Rafael x F!MC

Our Miracle Baby - @rafasgirl23415 📚 [extended: wip] TW: Discussion of and scenes of miscarriage in flashback scenes of domestic violence.

Part 15

Part 16

Sienna x M!OC

Motivation - @liaromancewriter 📱 Sienna has motivational words for Max.

Tobias x F!MC

A Change of Plans - @jerzwriter ☁ Casey's cousin, Peter, is insistent she meet his friend, Ian. Casey would rather be on her couch after a long day at work, but a twist of fate has her glad she went after all.

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Open Heart F/AtoW: Aug 25 - 31, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA+

ETHAN RAMSEY

Haunted ✒️Ⓜ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @coffeeheartaddict2

In a Mood ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @cariantha

Reactions Over Text 📱 | Ethan Ramsey & Sienna Trinh - @jamespotterthefirst

Where It All Began ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect

RAFAEL AVEIRO

How Will I Live Without You (Series) ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 Part 2 Part 3

SIENNA TRINH

Cookies 📱 | Sienna Trinh - @liaromancewriter

Dr. Sienna Trinh 🎨 | Sienna Trinh - @lilyoffandoms

First Day ✒️ | Sienna Trinh - @liaromancewriter

Reactions Over Text 📱 | Ethan Ramsey & Sienna Trinh - @jamespotterthefirst

Sienna's Dream Kitchen 📱 | Sienna Trinh x M!OC - @liaromancewriter

Sienna Geometric Art 🎨 | Sienna Trinh - @storyofmychoices

The Sweetest Friend ✒️ | Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery & F!MC - @jerzwriter

TOBIAS CARRICK

Round Two (Series) ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter Part 1: Christmas Present Part 2: Ready or Not Part 3: Slice of Happiness

Welcome Brooke Vivian Carrick! 🎨📱 | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - ArtbyAinna (IG) C: @jerzwriter

Main F/AtoW List: Aug 25 - 31, 2024

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WIP Abandoned No More Tag List Clean Up

Alright, thought I'd be back posting in November, but election results in my country left me not wanting to write about anything political or related to reproductive choices/family planning. But, now that the sting has faded to a dull ache of inevitability, I figure I might as well dive back in.

Given that it has been years since I posted, I figure a tag list clean up is warranted. Apologies, this seems like my most recent list, but I could be very mistaken. As usual, this will be opt in. If I don't hear from you by December 3rd, I will take you off my tag list(s). A like means "leave me where I am."

All Choices: @forallthatitsworth @mom2000aggie @kingliam2019 @lovingchoices14

TRR/TRH: @motorcitymademadame @iplaydrake @princessleac1 @twinkleallnight @marshmallowsandfire

@axwalker @sirbeepsalot @iaminlovewithtrr @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @hedgehogs-dilemmas

Drake x MC: @rubiwalker @walkerdrakewalker @petiteboheme @mskaneko

ICWAM: @sunnyxdazed

FoF: @burnsoslow @monstercyclops

OH:  @mskaneko

Bryce x MC: empty

ROD: @burnsoslow @mskaneko @brightpinkpeppercorn

Logan x MC: @iplaydrake

Colt x MC: empty

RCD: empty

Seth x MC: empty

MOTY: empty

Levi x MC: empty

Blades: @marshmallowsandfire

Mal x MC: @brightpinkpeppercorn

TF series: empty

James x MC: empty

TWC: @burnsoslow @agentnatesewell

Nate x f!detective: empty

Mind Blind: @burnsoslow

Grayson x f!button: empty

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Halloween (chapter 3)

Book: Open Heart

Chapter: 3/7

Character(s): Jensen Valentine

Rating: Teen

Words: 947

Chapter Summary: A glimpse at Jensen's med school graduation

A/N: sorry

Lyrics:

I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address I know that you'll come if you want It's not Halloween, but the ghost you dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt, yes, it knows how to haunt

The loud sound of the tape ripping from the roll echoed across his apartment. He flattened it to the box, flipping it around and setting the tape to the side. In went yet another pile of clothes, perfectly folded and flattened to fit. He taped up the other side just as fast, grabbing the marker from the floor which was buried under a pile of bubble wrap and film from his bass, and quickly labeled the top and sides of the box.

Kicking it over with the others, he grabbed his glass off the table, half empty with some shitty, cheap whiskey and ginger ale. He continued to shove all the packing supplies into one corner. His former roommate was already gone, and he had to be out in two days, but keeping it clean was still easier than having to clean before his flight.

Everything he owned was packed away into a box besides one side-table’s worth of shit. He had space left in his suitcase for all of it, and the rest of the boxes would be dropped at the post office tomorrow. He only had a handful of them, namely filled with clothes and the few hobby-related items he kept, but any furniture or large items were sold.

It meant the apartment was mostly empty. There was that one side table that he was going to leave, and his bed was just a mattress in the middle of the floor now. Not that it was bad. Especially in comparison to some of his other living situations.

The only other thing in his room was his suitcase, which he rolled out to the open space that used to be the living room and kitchen. Stepping into the latter, he poured the rest of the soda and whiskey into his glass, mixing them around with one of the plastic butter knives left at the bottom of the former silverware drawer. 

There had been a number of parties and events he was invited to for the night but turned them down. He had a one-way flight to Boston in two days, and had to ship all his belongings in one.

His phone had been blowing up with graduation pictures, family dinners, after parties, and announcements all night. Picking up his diploma from the table, nestled on top of his cap and gown, he carefully tucked it inside his suitcase. He used a few shirts to cushion it before zipping it up once again.

Only a couple hours ago he had received it. He waited through all the other announcements until he was finally free to leave, and he practically had to fight through the crowds to get there. There were so many parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins of cousins, and more clustered in groups around the large arena. 

He might’ve had some friends that would’ve been willing to go out with him to celebrate, but it was easier to go home and finish packing. 

It was easier to say his isolation was necessary rather than involuntary.

Just like it had been four years ago, undergrad graduation, when he sent an invite over text that got ignored

Just like it had been eight years ago, high school graduation, when he was told, to his face, that she’d be there, and then he never saw her again.

And maybe she was part of the reason why he thought it was so easy to be alone. She’d given plenty of practice—plenty of fucking disappointments. Maybe he should’ve invited her, but he didn’t want to set himself up again.

Every fucking picture on his feed made him want to vomit. Or scream. Or maybe just forget it was happening at all. All his peers celebrating with their families, out for dinners and probably home for the weekend, too.

What a thought: home for the weekend. Did they get homesick? Did they miss the people waiting for them? Or did they not have a place to be homesick for? Did they even have people waiting at all?

Home for the fucking weekend. Maybe it wouldn’t sound so foreign if she had bothered to tell him where she moved to after taking off the minute he was out of her hands.

He had narrowed it down to somewhere on the west coast, given sporadic posts about family vacations—fucking family vacations.

She traded him out for a new set of kids and a husband that lived in some beach house mansion even though she never took him to the beach because she hated it. 

But, you know, maybe it was just him, given how fast she ran away.

He put the phone down—maybe threw it—after blocking her account. Not for her sake, of course, but for his. For once, it was for him.

Standing up from the floor, he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his nose and eyes. Not that he had really cried in over ten years, but anything close felt like some sort of success. Some sort of way to beat the “boys don’t cry” notion out of himself.

He would bet money that she never thought of him. Probably too worried about her new kids and her new perfect life and forgetting everything she left him with. Years of therapy, several failed medications, a sealed record, a public trial, the worst mental break of his life, a failed career as a musician, a high school graduation, bachelors, doctorate, accepted residency position, and a fucking partridge in a pear tree.

Maybe it was better like that, though. Finally letting the fuck go, finally acknowledging that some parasocial relationship stalking her Instagram posts wasn’t normal. Maybe it’d be easier.

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[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

Genuinely, I had come up with an idea for a short story about a fire in Edenbrook way before Open Hearts on Fire was even announced. I was slow on the upload though, and OHOF's debut seems like the perfect time to post...since PB couldn't even be arsed to put all four love interests in there anyway.

I'm not even surprised they left out Rafael. BUT here he is with my MC...and I'd love to say this happens during the events of OHOF but my story is still set in third year.

[justcallmefox89]

Irresistible Force Paradox: Chapter Five - An Open Heart fic

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

After a tragedy, Rory and Ethan call a temporary ceasefire.

I sprint into the waiting room at Edenbrook, frantically looking around for anyone who may have answers about Delores.  I spot Ramsey sitting alone, staring down at his hands, and I rush over to him.

“Dr. Ramsey?  What happened? Where’s Delores?” I pant, bending in half and sucking in air, my hands on my knees.

He doesn’t answer me for several long moments, making me fidget impatiently.  I’m opening my mouth to repeat myself when he finally meets my eyes.

“Delores had a seizure,” he says hollowly, his eyes distant and unfocused.  “Full eclampsia.  We had no choice but to deliver the baby.  It’s 50/50 he’ll survive the night.”

“No…” I breathe out.  My knees buckles but I mange to catch myself on the arm of the chair Ramsey is sitting in.  “Where’s Delores?”

“She died.”

My blood roars in my ears, drowning out all of the other mundane hospital sounds surrounding us.  My eyes burn as small tendrils of grief take root in my chest, quickly stamped out by the heavier, more intense feeling of anger.  Anger at the randomness, the unfairness of it all.  Anger at myself for not having done more, not fighting Ramsey harder, not making Delores understand just how serious her condition was.

NO.

“Dr. Ramsey, - ”

“I’m fine.”  He stands and quickly strides away without looking back. 

A while later I tiptoe into the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, clutching that stupid stuffed frog, and silently begin searching the incubators for Delores’s son.  I allow myself a tiny smile when I finally find him and read his name tag.

Ethan Hudson.  How about that…

“Can I help you?”

I whirl around in surprise to face the attending on duty.  “His mother was my patient.  She got to name him?” I ask, vaguely gesturing towards the incubator. 

“She told me just as she was rushed to the O.R.  The poor thing.  We’ll know more in the morning,” she answers, casting a sad look towards the baby.

“Do you mind if I sit with him tonight?”

“Feel free.”

“Do you mind if he has this?”  I hold up the frog.  “His mother wanted him to have it.  It’s been sterilized.”

“Go ahead,” she says, shrugging as she walks away.

I pull on a pair of sterile gloves and place the stuffed animal into the incubator, tucking it close to the baby.  He snuggles weakly against it, and tears prick my eyes.  “That’s it, tadpole.  That’s the way.”

I sit down on the couch next to the incubator and put my hand back inside, allowing the baby to grasp one of my gloves fingers.  I relax into the couch, preparing for a long, sleepless night.

********************************************** Ethan rounds the corner to enter the N.I.C.U. and draws up short as the sound of a now irritatingly familiar voice floats out to meet him.

“Can you believe some people actually think Black Jack Randall is attractive?  Like the book version, not the actor in the series?”

Ethan peers around on the doorjamb to see O’Shea seated next to the incubator housing Delores’s son, having a very enthusiastic one-side conversation with the infant.

“I know!  After everything he did to Jamie… I can’t believe it either.  How do you feel about Lord John as a character?”  Rory pauses as if listening to the baby’s reply.  “Well obviously… clearly you’re a gentleman of taste.  Can I talk about my gripe with Roger for a second?  Because honestly - ”

“Ahem.”  Ethan clears his throat and Rory glances over at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink with embarrassment.  “What are you still doing here?”

“I’m staying here tonight.”  O’Shea turns his attention back to the incubator.  “I hate the idea of him fighting for his life alone.”

“There are plenty of doctors working overnight.  If something happens, they’ll be here.”

“I know.”

The whisper is so soft Ethan can barely hear it.  “Would you mind if I joined you?”

O’Shea’s wide green eyes betray his surprise and it takes him a moment to answer.  “Not at all,” he finally says, shaking his head and scooting over to make room on the couch.

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

Ethan settles down on the couch next to me and for a while the soft, rhythmic whoosh of the ventilator is the only sound in the room.  He catches sight of the stuffed frog and breaks out into a rare smile.

“You gave him the frog.  Delores would have been…”  His face falls and his falls silent at the reminder of the loss of his friend.  “She would have been pleased.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and blink quickly in an effort to hold off the tears that have been threatening to fall all night.

“The first patient I lost… I was in my fourth week,” Ethan says, his voice more gentle than I thought him capable of.  “I didn’t make any mistakes.  He had stage four metastatic melanoma.  He just… fought like hell and lost.  I liked him.  He wasn’t much older than I am now.  I knew he didn’t have long to live, but it still hit me hard.”

I take a shallow, shuddering breath.  “I can’t let this get to me,” I mumble.

“Grieving a lost patient isn’t a weakness.  Good doctors should value life.  For itself.  I’d be more concerned if you weren’t upset.  Just know this wasn’t your fault.  Or mine.  Or Delores’s.  We all made the best decisions we could with the information we had.”

The argument that we could have done things differently is at the tip of my tongue, but I bite it back.  “I could have done more,” I say bitterly.  “I failed her.”

Ethan sighs.  “It’s important to push yourself, Rookie, but you will take a lot of losses.  We all do.  What matters is that you come back stronger.”

I glance at him suspiciously from the corner of my eye.  “Why are you being so nice to me?  Usually you’re…”

“Demanding?” he helpfully supplies.

“An asshole,” I mumble.

Other than a slight raise of his eyebrows Ethan doesn’t comment on my assessment of his character.  He stares off into space, sorting his thoughts.  “There are doctors with unlimited patience,” he says eventually.  “I am not one of them.  Energy I could use socializing, or making someone’s day better, I put towards my patience.  They’re who I’m here for.”

“Well that explains why you and Dr. Emery broke up,” I mutter under my breath.

“Rookie…”  Ethan’s tone is warning.

“You’re a teacher too,” I point out, attempting to backtrack.

“One of many, and you shouldn’t model yourself after any of us.  Idolatry among physicians is absurd.  We’re here to teach you practical medicine.  You need to find your own way of being a doctor.”

“And… how do I do that?” I ask, twisting on the couch to fully face him, ready to absorb whatever Yoda-like knowledge he’s preparing to hand down.

The corner’s of Ethan’s lips tip up into a gentle smile.  “You already are.” 

What the fuck does that mean?

The baby stretches and wiggles, and Ethan scoots closer to the incubator, offering him a gloved finger.  A soft, absent looks washes over Ethan’s face as the baby tightly clutches his finger.

“She named him after you,” I murmur.

His eyes widen in surprise as he looks down at the nametag.  His jaw tightens and his throat works as he swallows.  “I… see she did.”

“Did you know Delores a long time?” I venture.

“Over ten years.  When I first emailed her I only meant to check in.  But she was recently divorced, feeling alone, so she insisted on coffee.  And then it turned into more emails and meeting once every couple months for Sunday roast.

“She sounds like a good friend.”

“I didn’t make friends easily when I started here, so I was always grateful to her for that.”  Ethan swallows hard and falls silent, gazing intently at Delores’s baby.  His eyes are red.

Unconsciously I reach out and place my hand over his.  “I’m so sorry this happened,” I whisper, my voice cracking slightly.

Ethan glances up at me, surprise at first, and then something I can’t decipher in his shining blue eyes.  He holds my gaze, his hand broad and warm beneath my own. 

“Me too.”  He roughly clears his throat.  “I think we need coffee.”

“I can get some,” I offer, not having the heart to tell him I don’t like coffee.

“No.  I’ll go.”

Several minutes tick by as I watch baby Ethan sleep, counting each shallow rise and fall of his chest.  I start to drift off, the ambient hospital sounds soothing me. 

“Here you go, Rookie.” 

I shake my head, trying to clear away the cobwebs, and gingerly take the steaming mug Ethan’s hand me.  I wrinkle my nose as the bitter smell of coffee assaults my senses and steel myself to take a sip.  I fight the urge to gag, rather valiantly I think, and force down the drink.

Ethan attempts to hide a smirk behind his mug.  “You could have said you weren’t a fan of coffee, Rookie.”

Apparently I’m not as subtle as I thought.

I sheepishly set the mug on the small table next to the couch.  “Sorry.  I do appreciate the thought though.”

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

Ethan gazes down at the sleeping O’Shea, who’s currently curled up against Ethan’s side.  The two had talked long into the night, seamlessly bouncing from subject to subject.  Ethan had found himself truly enjoying the conversation; Rory had proven to be well-versed in many subjects, and his quick, caustic sense of humor had Ethan laughing more than he had in months.  Several strands of inky dark hair have fallen over Rory’s face, and his glasses are slightly askew.  Ethan’s lips quirk up at the endearing sight, his breath catching as Rory’s nuzzles against his arm.

“Rookie,” he murmurs, gently brushing the loose hair back away from Rory’s face.  “Come on Rookie, time to wake up.”

Rory sits up slowly, yawning and stretching his arms over his head.  He adjusts his glasses and turns to the incubator.  Baby Ethan rests soundly, still snuggled against the stuffed frog.

“He made it!”  Rory flashes Ethan a beaming smile, unable to contain his joy.

“And he’s getting stronger.”

Rory takes out his hair tie, shaking the unruly strands loose, unable to stop smiling.  He runs a hand through his now unbound hair and checks his phone, his smile falling a little as he notes the time. 

“Damn,” he sighs.  I have rounds in twenty minutes.  I need to go shower.”

Ethan sucks in a shallow breath, fighting to think about anything other than a naked, soapy Rory, hands trailing over lithe muscles…  “I’ll stay a little longer,” he quickly offers.

Rory stands, smiling at the baby one last time.  “Catch you later, tadpole.”

“Rory,” Ethan calls out as the other man is halfway out the door.

Rory skids to a halt and looks back over his shoulder.  “Hm?”

“Thank you.”

[liaromancewriter]

Sugar Bugs

Premise: The twins visit the dentist's office.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Ramsey Twins (OC children) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 745

Eloise Ramsey loved sweets. It was just too bad that her teeth didn’t share the sentiment.

She half-listened to Mindy, her dental hygienist, as she updated her mom on the cavities she found during the check-up. El didn’t need to pay attention because Mindy had already told her everything.

She and Sophie had been going to Dr. Baker’s office for years for their teeth cleanings and check-ups. Mindy was part of the team, and El liked how she didn’t treat them like babies, so she always asked for her.

She stared at the ceiling and sighed deeply, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She just knew her dad would use this as an excuse to cut her off from all the sugary goodness that was her weakness.

El gave her mom’s profile a shifty, side-eyed look. If she thought about it, it was her parents’ fault for filling their home with cakes, candy and other sweets. She wouldn’t be tempted to eat sugar if they didn't buy them.

So, really, she shouldn’t be held responsible for doing what kids did. She was only nine and at the mercy of adults.

She glossed over the fact that her parents doled out sweets in moderation and only on special occasions. It was immaterial to the indignation playing out in her head.

The door to the exam room swung open, and Sophie rushed inside, followed by a smiling Dr. Baker.

“Guest what, El?” Sophie exclaimed, tugging at her sister’s arm before continuing excitedly. “Dr. Baker said my teeth are perfect!”

Of course, they were. She loved her sister to the moon and back, but there was no denying she was perfect at everything. Little Miss Perfect. El rolled her eyes internally, stopping midway when she realized Sophie had seen the gesture.

Instead of being offended, she grinned and stuck out her tongue. El smiled. This is why she loved her twin. Where others might bristle at her sharp remarks, Sophie always took them in stride.

“Well, young lady, let’s have a look,” Dr. Baker called out a little too cheerfully for El’s taste.

The man really did love staring into people’s mouths, she thought wryly as he pressed a button to lower the chair.

He parked himself on the padded stool and rolled closer, grabbing one of the shiny instruments from the tray before peering into her open mouth.

“Yep, those definitely look like sugar bugs,” he said with a nod, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

His childish description, one that used to make her giggle when she was five, now only made her roll her eyes. At this rate, she’d hit her daily quota of eye rolls before noon.

“They’re called cavities,” El muttered dryly, the snark creeping into her voice.

He smiled. “Ah, but calling them ‘sugar bugs’ makes them seem much less scary, don’t you think?”

Sophie giggled from the corner, always entertained by the dentist’s antics. El shot her a look that said traitor.

“Yeah, sure, because what could be more terrifying than a bug made out of sugar?” El replied, deadpan.

Dr. Baker chuckled, completely unfazed as he continued his examination. “Looks like this apple didn’t fall far from the Ethan Ramsey tree.”

“She’s definitely her father’s daughter,” her mom commented, a hint of laughter in her voice.

“The cavity isn’t too bad,” Dr. Baker said, straightening his back and glancing at his watch. “I’ve got time now. It shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes, and it’ll save you a follow-up visit. I know how busy you and Ethan are these days, Cassie.”

"El?" Mom prompted, looking over at her.

Forgetting her earlier irritation at her parent’s role in her current predicament, El softened at the question. She appreciated how her parents always let her and Sophie make their own decisions. Her mom could’ve pulled rank, but she rarely did, and her dad was the same. They actively encouraged their daughters to be independent and make their own choices.

El exhaled dramatically, giving a mock royal wave. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“That’s the spirit,” Dr. Baker nodded, turning away to prep his tools.

“We’ll be in the waiting room,” her mom said, gently squeezing her shoulder. “Come on, Sophie.”

“Good luck, El!” Sophie called out with a grin, following their mom out of the room.

Dr. Baker leaned over her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “And don’t worry. Those ‘sugar bugs’ don’t stand a chance.”

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[alwaysmychoices]

Red Lipstick

Synopsis: Fresh off their breakup and public fight, Charlie is set on revenge. If she can't make Ethan change his ways, she can make him jealous.

The day after their relationship-ending fight, Charlie and Ethan are forced to work together. Instead of getting back together, they end up adding fuel to the fire.

Chapter 38 of the “with and without” series

Previous Series: “a weekend with dr. ramsey”

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC (Charlotte “Charlie” Greene)

Words: 3.8k

Rating: Teen (language)

Also available on AO3 & Wattpad (link in Masterlist)

If love and hate are two sides of the same coin, Charlie’s coin was caught mid-air.

Charlie took a shot of tequila and savored the way the liquid burned through her body. It settled deep in her chest, numbing the unbearable ache of loss. The heat pooling in her belly stained her cheeks a dazed pink, mirroring the red on her lips and burgundy clinging to her skin.

Once, wearing red had been a gift to Ethan. Tonight, wearing it was a punishment. She would make him appreciate the poison on her lips. Even better, he could see this red lipstick smeared on another man’s lips.

Armed with a tequila buzz, Charlie only had an eye for revenge. The alcohol did nothing to quiet her desperation to make Ethan squirm. If anything, it silenced the only remnant of reason she still had.

Charlie couldn’t make Ethan realize the errors of his ways or drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness. She couldn’t even make him feel the same pain she felt tonight, but she could make Ethan pay.

He’d understand how it felt to invest everything into a man who’d spent years warning her of his true nature. He’d know what it meant to pledge his soul to someone who could disregard under the guise of self-righteousness. He’d feel the desperation and shame of a woman made unhinged.

It would be enough to make him feel the way she felt screaming at him in the hallway – helpless and righteous and violently disappointed. It was so strange that the person who understood her completely only a few days ago now fundamentally misunderstood her and her deepest needs.

She was looking at a stranger, but it was a stranger she knew so perfectly that a part of him resided in her soul.

She didn’t dare look at her reflection that night when she applied her red lipstick in a dingy bar bathroom. She wouldn’t have liked this version of herself. But right now, when the world was collapsing and everything was broken, Charlie knew she needed to kiss someone else, and she needed Ethan to see it.

That’s why she was here. She knew he’d go to Donahue’s tonight.

Ethan was too proud to take a public fight like that without needing a drink, especially when he didn’t have the privilege of having the last word. He’d want to drown himself in the bottle to avoid facing his reflection. And a small part of her whispered that he wouldn’t want to go home alone and be reminded that she wouldn’t be there to warm his bed.

Charlie picked up her fourth drink – a tequila soda with lime – and ignored the warning stares of her friend. As she sipped on the bubbly soda, she had a passing thought that she didn’t have to do this. She still had time to back out.

But Charlie brushed off the thought with an exaggerated grunt of distaste. She didn’t like feeling weak and out of control. She didn’t like that Ethan had positioned himself as the authority in this conflict. She needed something entirely her own, and her self-doubt only made her more convinced of her need to follow through with the plan.

She took another gulp of liquid courage and eyed the crowd.

Almost immediately, she caught the eye of Jeremy – a surgical intern who had a habit of flirting with her on consults. Ethan used to say how much he disliked Jeremy, though he’d never admitted he was jealous of the flirting.

That’s him, she thought, That’s my target.

Charlie held Jeremy’s gaze, pairing an exaggerated expression of innocence with a coy smile. He fell for it instantly, losing interest in his passing conversation. He looked around the bar, unsure her display was truly for him. Once satisfied that her attention belonged to him, Jeremy picked up his beer and moved through the bar with a grandiose sense of confidence – as if she hadn’t just watched him doubt that he was even the one she was looking at.

“Dr. Greene,” Jeremy greeted, offering a lopsided smile he thought was sexy. She fought the urge to recoil.

“Jeremy,” Charlie drew out the syllables of his name, emphasizing it to remind him they were no longer in the hospital walls.

“I haven’t seen you out in a long time, Charlie,” he repeated her gesture, leaning closer.

He smelled like beer and overzealous cologne, and Charlie’s nose prickled with the odor.

“It’s been a while,” she confessed, a smile still plastered on her lips.

“What’s the occasion?” he leaned even closer, and now, she could smell his breath. Beer and tobacco with pungent spearmint – an effort to hide the smoking or lure in a date for the night. She didn’t like the idea of either.

“Just wanted a night to not think about work,” Charlie lied.

“Now, I am very good at that.”

“Are you?” Charlie smirked. Of course, he was good at forgetting about work. He’d forgotten about half the consults he was supposed to finish this week.

“Let me show you by buying you a drink.”

This time, Charlie’s smile was genuine.

“You’re on,” Charlie added coolly, “but you better live up to the challenge.”

Just as she expected, his pride prickled at the provocation, and he led her to the bar like a man who had just won the best prize at the fair – even though she hadn’t engineered the whole thing. He ordered her a drink – another tequila soda – and didn’t notice how Reggie glared at him the entire time. Reggie cast Charlie a passing glance, and she averted her eyes in shame. Unfortunately, Ethan’s best friend and trusted bartender had to be complicit in her ploy, but the momentary embarrassment didn’t deter Charlie, even if she could no longer make eye contact with her favorite bartender.

Instead, she turned her attention back to Jeremy.

Up close, he didn’t improve much. His smile was too uneven, and his hair was too blonde. He looked too soft and sheltered. Fractures readily appeared in his ego, too. He wanted her to like him so much that she thought he might burst if she didn’t, yet he treated her with calculated indifference. He didn’t care much about what she said, which was fine by Charlie. She didn’t want to talk to him anyway.

Now that she sat here, she couldn’t remember why she’d ever thought about flirting back during their workplace encounters. A small voice whispered that he was so unappealing tonight because she was subconsciously comparing him to Ethan – a standard he could never overcome. But that voice could be drowned out with more alcohol.

When Jeremy began his second story about the epic surgery he’d shadowed this week, Charlie almost lost her will to carry on.

But then she felt it.

The change in the air.

The hushed, respectful silence.

The scent of sandalwood subtly drifting through the crowded room, reminding her of the nights spent sleeping in his shirts.

She felt Ethan’s presence.

It infuriated Charlie how much her body remembered and her mind betrayed.

She seemed to belong to him even when she was hell-bent on destroying him. In her grand act of defiance, she was just a pawn – to her boyfriend determined to hide her or a billionaire willing to do anything to save his wife or a killer virus threatening to take it all away. Once again, Charlie was weak.

Fury flared in her chest, burning bright red and blurring her vision with dreams of reclaimed strength. Fuck Bloom. Fuck Edenbrook. Fuck everything and everyone who screwed her over.

And most importantly – fuck Ethan Ramsey.

Charlie boldly leaned forward, so close that her curls brushed against Jeremy’s shirt. Eyes wide and lips parted, she stared at Jeremy like he was the god he imagined himself, and Jeremy choked on his beer in surprise. It was a flattering reaction, but Charlie didn’t notice.

All she cared about was the heat of Ethan’s stare burning into her skin, searching for some reminder of his claim on her. His eyes could have pierced her skin, teetering between sharp anger and fiery jealous.

Ethan was furious, and that made her smile.

“I’m so glad I found you tonight,” Charlie bit on her lower lip, eyes twinkling as she placed a hand on Jeremy’s thigh. Jeremy sputtered, and Charlie watched Ethan fume out of the corner of her eye.

He felt it.

Fuck, yes, Ethan felt it.

Charlie felt powerful and vindicated. It was intoxicating, and Charlie couldn’t get enough. She had to push him farther, to make him feel more. She didn’t care if she was dangerously close to a cliff if it meant Ethan would fall with her.

Ethan wanted to burn the fucking bar down. He pushed his way through the throng of residents with callous disinterest, his eyes never leaving Charlie and that fucking idiot. Jeremy Dagenhart? That little shit.

He didn’t deserve her attention. Ethan did.

That was his smile.

His girlfriend.

Fuck, that was even the lipstick he gave her!

Ethan fell into his usual barstool with so much force and fury that the wood nearly splintered. He imagined all the ways he could kill Dagenhart. Ethan could give him a rare disease, if he had the patience. Poisoning his drink would be faster. Skinning him alive would be more satisfying.

Wordlessly, Reggie delivered the scotch he’d prepared when he’d caught on to Charlie’s gambit, and Ethan gulped it down, failing to savor the expensive scotch. It burned his throat like a knife slicing through him, gaining momentum as the alcohol fought against the growing anger. He shoved the glass back on the bar so hard that the glass nearly shattered. Reggie expertly refilled it before Ethan could bark out a request.

Ethan couldn’t stop watching. He knew he was being watched, too. Behind him, he heard the whispers. He knew this entire charade was just as much for them as it was for him. He knew that his behavior was alarming and would find its way Bloom’s office.

But…

This was his Charlotte! His beautiful, wonderful Charlotte. The blonde hair that splayed across his pillow. The laugh that echoed in his apartment. The smell of coconut and vanilla that lingered in his sheets.

Charlotte Greene was the love of his life.

Ethan watched her with blazing jealousy. He watched her hand caress another man, her smile enchant another man, her body pressed against another man.

He couldn’t stand it.

Ethan had to scream. He had to make a scene. He had to show everyone – Charlotte especially – that Charlotte was his. He had to prove that their relationship was not just something; it was everything. He couldn’t allow everything to disappear like a bad dream. He couldn’t be replaced so easily…

One night.

It took her one fucking night.

Had he meant that little? Was he the only one so desperately in love?

His deep-rooted abandonment issues prickled at his consciousness, begging to roar back to life and add to the fire. Ethan couldn’t stand it. For fuck’s sake, he had to do something.

Ethan stood, not knowing what he would even do. Scream? Punch the guy? Drag Charlie out of this bar and beg her to forgive him?

Whatever he was going to do, it didn’t matter.

Because Charlie leaned in to kiss Jeremy.

Her lips parted, and she held her head high – like a woman who knew she’d won. Her lips brushed on the edge of his mouth, poised to whisper a suggestive secret, but from across the bar, she caught sight of a pair of hollow blue eyes.

Instantly, they were both sober, and all the fury and vendettas disappeared and all they were left with was a deep sense of regret.

All the life drained out of Ethan when he saw her lipstick smear on Jeremy’s skin. The blinding jealousy soured into betrayal. Charlie couldn’t fathom the look in his eyes – the dejection and unbridled pain.

Like Charlie was always bound to abandon him and Ethan was always meant to disappoint. Caught in their predestined roles and assigned trauma, Charlie wished she could step off the stage.

And just like that, the coin landed.

Charlie loved Ethan.

She loved him so much she couldn’t breathe. Her love swarmed her every nerve burned with emotion. It swept her up with such intensity that she could see nothing else. She loved him. She loved him! And… and she’d hurt him.

Staring directly at Ethan, ignoring the man who had become nothing more than an extra in a failed revenge montage and Charlie opened her mouth to speak. For a moment, she thought she might apologize to him – no, she knew she would. The painful throbbing in her chest demanded she did.

But as much as she couldn’t stomach what she’d done, she couldn’t apologize to Ethan.

She couldn’t crawl back into his bed and allow resentment to flourish. She couldn’t settle for less when she’d already demanded more – when she deserved more.

Ethan still couldn’t give her what she needed. Punishing him or apologizing did nothing to change that. The realization hit her like a sucker punch. She was so hellbent on revenge that she never considered the possibility that she would end the night with more anguish and shame than she had that morning. She forgot that pain wasn’t finite and injuring him wouldn’t be enough to heal her.

Hating him wouldn’t cure her, nor would loving him.

Nothing could cure her.

All she had to keep her warm was her regret – she shouldn’t have loved him. She shouldn’t have hurt him. She shouldn’t have done any of it. The fact that she had done it all would haunt her, just like he would haunt her.

Charlie’s cheeks burned with shame, and her mind swam with hopelessness.

She couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t fix them.

Faced with no other option, Charlie did the only thing she could – she ran.

Tossing out a weak excuse to Jeremy, Charlie rushed to the backdoor of Donahue’s and ran to the back alley. As the door slammed behind her, she gulping in the fresh air and heaved with desperation, waiting for the bitter cold air of this fucking city to give her some clarity.

Ethan flexed, his muscles instinctively knowing if it was his duty to be there when Charlie cried. Ethan took a step to follow, but he still didn’t know what he would do when he reached her. Scream? Cry? Beg for her forgiveness? Something told him that he couldn’t do any of it, and even if he did, it wouldn’t be enough.

Sienna didn’t hesitate.

She jumped up from her booth, abandoning everything for Charlie.

Sienna loves Charlie, he realized, She loves her better than I do.

The discomfort of knowing that his love was so inadequate compared to Sienna’s stalled him, and instead of chasing after the woman he loved, he stood still.

If I go, I’ll only make it worse, he thought.

But when he sat back down, he knew it was a lie. He was just a proud coward. His greatest sin was lying to them both by saying he could be more than that.

Outside, Charlie still hadn’t found a way to breathe. Everything was a choked sob, and she couldn’t tell if she was screaming or if her cries just felt like wails. The violence of her grief rocked her and left her unsteady.

“Charlie!” Sienna ran through the backdoor of the bar, ignoring the onlookers who glimpsed at the brief opening. All she cared about was Charlie, and upon seeing her, she sprinted towards her, wrapping Charlie in a hug before Charlie could process her presence.

Charlie crumbled into Sienna, gasping through sputtering cries.

“It’s okay,” Sienna soothed her, rubbing a circle on her back as she encouraged, “Cry all you need.”

“I kissed another guy,” Charlie managed, words garbled with tears.

“Barely.”

“I came to this fucking bar because I wanted to make Ethan jealous, and now I feel horrible.”

“That’s okay, Charlie.”

“I barely even did anything,” she heaved, “And it’s killing me. I saw his face, and I just… I…”

Charlie trailed off, dissipating into another round of heart-shattering sobs. Holding her, Sienna felt herself tear up, too.

“I love him so much,” Charlie’s voice cracked.

“I know,” Sienna sighed.

“I don’t know how to live without him – I really don’t,” Charlie confessed, “And I feel so fucking pathetic for it.”

“You’re not pathetic. You’re in love. It’s different.”

“He told me from the very beginning,” Charlie tightened her grip on Sienna, “He told me he would hurt me! And I knew it, too. For fuck’s sake, he’d already done it once. I spent that whole summer trying to become myself again, and just when I had, I went right back to his doorstep. I brought him back into my life, and I spent the last year lying to myself that he wouldn’t hurt me again.”

“You believed in him,” Sienna cooed, empathy coating Charlie with enough strength to catch her breath.

“I don’t know how to make my own coffee,” Charlie’s voice dropped. It slowly dawned on her that this was life.

She had to cry in back alleys in cold cities, wake up in the morning, and make her coffee. The daunting task of living the echoes of their life together haunted her like the ghost of all her past sins rolled into one man.

“I’ll teach you,” Sienna assured her.

She didn’t want Sienna’s coffee. She wanted Ethan’s.

“I’m so jealous of Ethan,” Charlie laughed – a sound marred by remaining sobs and lingering disappointment, “When everything went to hell last time, he got to run away to the Amazon. And we were only together for a weekend! This was a year. Hell, it was a fucking lifetime.”

“It was less than a year,” Sienna corrected with a soft smile, and she was relieved when Charlie laughed.

“Still. After a weekend, he got to run away to another continent, and after ‘less than a year,’ I’m shackled to Boston, where everything reminds me of what I’ve lost. Every time I step foot in that damn hospital, I feel like I’m followed by ghosts.”

Sienna paused, taking time to appreciate her words before she spoke. She didn’t want to say this. She didn’t want to lose anyone else, but looking at Charlie’s broken and despondent figure, Sienna knew she had to say it.

“Maybe it’s time you got the chance to run away, too. If anyone deserves a break, it’s you.”

Charlie’s lips parted, but she never spoke. She was stuck on the idea – on the freedom it presented. She knew she couldn’t. It would harm her career. It would mean giving up on Boston, and even temporary failure was too much to stomach.

But running away…

She’d never felt so relieved as when she imagined it.

“Maybe,” Charlie echoed weakly.

Sienna smiled sadly, squeezing Charlie again before finally untangling their embrace, “How about we go home?”

“You’re dragging me out of a bar because I cried?”

“I’m dragging you out of a bar because you’ve been through hell, and you deserve to cry and eat ice cream on our couch.”

Charlie was in no position to fight her. She would have rather died than walk back in that bar and face anyone who had just seen that shitshow, especially Ethan. It shattered her just to make eye contact. Anything more might actually kill her.

“I left my jacket inside,” Charlie chewed on her lower lip, debating abandoning the jacket in the bar to maintain her pride. She had other jackets…

“I’ll go get it,” Sienna offered, “I need to get my stuff anyway.”

“Okay.”

“Charlie.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

Charlie’s lips parted in a smile, and she meekly said, “I love you, too, Sienna.”

Satisfied that Charlie was okay to be left alone, Sienna crept back into the bar, hoping to garner as little attention as possible. A few residents noticed her, though they averted their eyes out of respect. Jeremy was still at the bar, looking confused and mildly embarrassed from all the attention. And Ethan – Ethan was standing by the door.

Sienna jumped when she saw him, startled to find him so close.

He hadn’t had the strength go out there, but he had to be near Charlie.

“Is she all right?” he blurted out as soon as Sienna was close enough.

“No,” Sienna responded icily. It was impossible to see her best friend so devastated and not instantly hate the man who caused it. “What the hell happened?”

“I – well, we had a fight – and she was mad and I – I don’t …” Ethan stammered, shaking his head before finally accepting, “It’s my fault.”

“I assumed so.”

“Do you think I should…” Ethan wistfully looked to the door, “Should I talk to her?”

Sienna knew Charlie was fragile. One longing, loving look from Ethan and she might fold.

“Can you fix it?”

“What?”

“If you talk to her, will you make it right? Are you going to be what she needs, or are you just going to hurt her again?”

Ethan was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such bluntness from Sienna.

If Ethan didn’t have solutions, all he would do was hurt her. Charlie deserved better.

And fuck, Ethan still didn’t know how to fix it. He was a cancer to Charlie’s life. He killed all the best parts about her and still asked for more. He was too much of a coward to even comfort her outside, yet he wanted her now. He hadn’t changed his mind – he still wanted to keep their relationship a secret and protect her career. He’d already done too much to hurt her. He couldn’t also takeaway the one thing she’d worked her entire life to achieve.

“No.”

Sienna sighed in disappointment.

Ethan did, too. He probably hated himself more than Sienna did in this moment.

“Then, no, you shouldn’t go outside.”

He knew she was right. That was the worst part.

“Is she okay though?” he asked so softly that Sienna hardly recognized the voice.

He didn’t deserve to know she would be all right, yet looking at him now, Sienna couldn’t deny him that one comfort.

“She will be.”

“I love …” Ethan stopped himself, dropping her gaze as he silently chastised himself. He didn’t deserve to say he loved her. “I’ll pay for your ride home. Just make sure she’s okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. We both know I don’t deserve it.”

She didn’t correct him.

Instead, Sienna walked to her table, collected her bag, grabbed Charlie’s jacket, and gathered her friends to rally around Charlie. Sienna, Aurora, Kyra, and Jackie quietly filtered out of the bar. A few minutes later, they took the car Ethan called for them. By the time they got back to the apartment, Charlie’s favorite takeout food was waiting at the door, ordered in Sienna’s name to hide his tracks. In the morning, she’d get flowers – again signed by Sienna because Charlie didn’t need to feel guilty for the gift.

But tonight, Ethan raised a toast to himself and how he’d fucked everything up.

Not that he deserved all of the blame.

But they each took it for themselves anyway.

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A/N: I'm nervous I'm making them too frustrating/annoying, but I adore my dramatic, angsty characters.

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Achievements

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 957

Summary: Luke and Lily are eager to learn about their parents

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

“Mom says we’re not allowed in this room.” Luke said as Lily searched for the key.

“And since when did you listen to what Mom says?” Lily looked up from the cabinet.

“She said it was an important room! We shouldn’t go in there unless they said we could!”

“Oh lighten up Luke, since when did you become a goody two shoes?” Lily rolled her eyes.

“I’m not!” Luke huffed.

“Then help me search for the key!”

Luke rolled his eyes before he helped his sister. Both he and Lily had been eager to learn about their parents achievements since they were old enough to know what they did for a living. There was a room in their home dedicated to books, certificates and trophies. They often heard their parents talk about how they were running out of room and might have to build another shelf.

“Found it!” Lily said as she held up a key.

“What if Mom and Dad find out? You’ve made a mess of the drawer!” Luke said.

Lily looked at the drawer. He was right. The drawer was very messy but she just shrugged and grabbed Luke’s hand before dragging him to the room.

“Keep a look out.” Lily said as she unlocked the door but Luke didn’t need to look for long as Lily had unlocked the door.

“Why are you so interested in this room anyway?” Luke asked.

“Because I don’t get why we’ve not been allowed to look in here. I’m just intrigued.” Lily shrugged.

As she opened the door, her eyes widened. There was far more in here than she realised. Books and certificates adorned the walls but there was also pictures and pieces of paper on the desks.

“Wow.” Luke said.

“Wow indeed. What are you both doing in here?” A voice from behind them said.

Luke and Lily jumped and turned around. Victoria was stood behind them, arms folded and with a raised eyebrow.

“Hi Mom!” Lily said in an attempt to act like nothing had happened.

“I’ll ask my question again. What are you both doing in here?” Victoria came in and shut the door.

“We wanted to see what was so important that we’ve never been allowed in here.” Lily replied.

“We? I was forced to help you out!” Luke crossed his arms.

“You know you have to ask if you want to come in here.” Victoria said.

“But why?” Lily asked.

“Your Dad and I did not want things to get damaged or broken in here. And from remembering what you both were like when you were toddlers, that very well could’ve been the case.” Victoria said.

“We just wanted to know what was in here.” Luke said.

“Would you like me to show you?”

The twins nodded. For the next hour, Victoria showed them all the books that had been written by her and Ethan over the years. Lily tried to decipher the words but couldn’t understand any of them.

“And this here.” Victoria pulled out a paper. “Was my first research paper. I used to read these to you as an alternative to a bedtime story. You fell asleep right away.” She laughed.

“Did Dad do the same?” Luke asked.

“Your Dad started the trend. We found it a great way to get some extra sleep for us.”

“You can say that again.” A voice said.

Ethan was stood by the door, an amused look on his face.

“The twins were eager to see what was in this room.” Victoria laughed.

“It was always off bounds for a reason.”

“But it doesn’t have to be anymore right?” Luke asked.

“I guess not.” Ethan said.

“What’s this Dad?” Lily pointed to a trophy.

Victoria and Ethan shared a look. They couldn’t tell them yet. They weren’t old enough and they wouldn’t quite understand the significance. It was a trophy to celebrate the achievement of the cure during the Senator attack, the most prized possession out of everything in that room.

“It’s a special award. Probably the most special one in this room.” Ethan said.

“What was it given for?” Luke asked.

“You’re a bit too young to understand for now. But one day, we will tell you about it.” Victoria said.

“Why can’t we know about it?” Lily said.

“You can and you will. But not right now. I promise one day. I need to go and start dinner.” Victoria said as she left the room. Ethan knew how she was feeling.

“Sit down a second for me will you please.” Ethan instructed the twins to sit down on the chairs in the room.

“Is everything ok Dad?” Luke asked.

Ethan knelt down in front of the twins, a stern but compassionate look on his face.

“I know you’re both interested to learn about our jobs. This award was given after something terrible happened. For now, you’re too young to understand what happened. So I want you to make me a promise. I want you to not go searching for what this award means until you are old enough to remember. We want to be able to tell you ourselves and we don’t want you to find out what happened on the internet. Do you understand?” Ethan said.

Luke and Lily could grasp the severity of what their Dad was telling them and nodded. He pulled them in for a hug to which they reciprocated.

“Shall we go find Mom?” Ethan said.

The twins nodded and they ran out of the room. It was great that they were taking an interest but there were some things that were best kept from them for now.

One day they would find out. And they would learn why it was the greatest achievement of all.

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On a Night Like This - Ethan Ramsey x MC

He can almost hear the bells in heaven and the riot in hell as the gentle brush immediately turns ravenous, effectively blurring the line between right and wrong.

This moment is worth any risk.

The iconic Miami scene was captured by the most wonderful and talented gem, Anna [@ dzb.art / IG] 💙💛 That soft glow emanating from their hearts was her genius idea! I’ll be staring at this masterpiece forever 😍

The quote comes from the first kiss fic I posted on ao3 last year - you can find it here.

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Newly Added Fics

Jul 6 - 12, 2024

🎭 Angst  |  🦚 Angsty Fluff  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edit  |  📱 TextFic  |  Ⓜ Mature

Bryce x F!MC

A Text of Reassurance - @storyofmychoices 📱

Olivia is feeling a little insecure so she texts Casey hoping to get some reassurance. Feat. Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Ethan x F!MC

Scratching the Itch - @cariantha 🦚Ⓜ

Sexual tension builds between Ethan and Sawyer in the weeks following their trip to Miami. [1.13]

Part 2

Kyra Santana

Beautiful Day - @liaromancewriter 🦚

When Kyra feels sorry for herself, a friend changes her perspective. Feat. F!MC

Rafael x F!MC

How Will I Live Without You - @rafasgirl23415 🎭🛸

Casey is finally in her final weeks of pregnancy as she faces the prospect of giving birth without Raf by her side.

Part 1

Tobias x F!MC

Anticipation - @alj4890 ☁

Tobias and Chris are about to have the first member of their family. [Domestic; Pregnancy]

Elmo's Special Visit - @storyofmychoices ☁

Olivia has two special guests join her in the Peds Ward! Feat. F!OC [Platonic]

Game On - @alj4890 ☁

It would take a lot to get Chris this violent, like, say, someone not only manipulating her but also hooking up with a doctor she's fallen for. Feat. June Hirata [2.8]

Movie? What Movie? - @jerzwriter ☁

Tobias & Casey are officially together and happy to be out in the open... but does that leave anyone safe? Join them on date night and find out.

Oops - @alj4890 ☁

Chris gets unexpected news. [3.10; Pregnancy]

Special Delivery - @jerzwriter ☁

Tobias is the first one home, and when the lights go out, he accidentally opens the wrong package, and he's in for quite a surprise.

The Dinner Party - @alj4890 ☁

Tobias invites the Diagnostics team for dinner.

You Heard, What! - @alj4890 ☁

When Tobias overhears something interesting, he goes directly to the one person he can tease.

Other Tobias Fics

Summer Haze - @jerzwriter ☁

Tobias Carrick wasn't known for taking relationships seriously - at this stage of his life - he was there for a good time, not for a long time. Feat. F!OC [Young Tobias]

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Open Heart F/AtoW: Jul 7 - 13, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱 = Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BRYCE LAHELA

A Text of Reassurance 📱 | Bryce Lahela x F!OC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

ETHAN RAMSEY

Scratching The Itch ✒️Ⓜ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @cariantha Part 2

The Journey ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter

KYRA SANTANA

Beautiful Day ✒️ | Kyra Santana & F!MC - @liaromancewriter

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Heart's Choice (Series) ✒️ | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @alj4890 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

RAFAEL AVEIRO

How Will I Live Without You ✒️ | Rafael Aveiro x F!MC (Previous) - @rafasgirls23415 Part 1

TOBIAS CARRICK

A Text of Reassurance 📱 | Bryce Lahela x F!OC, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

Elmo's Special Visit ✒️ | Tobias Carrick & F!OC - @storyofmychoices

Summer Haze ✒️ | Tobias Carrick x F!OC - @jerzwriter

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