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mydemonsdrivealimo · 2 years ago

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Your Love

Word Count: 2879

Fandom: Open Heart (Visual Novels)

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Characters/Pairings: Bryce Lahela x M!MC (Jensen Valentine), Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma, Elijah Greene, & Aurora Emery

Summary: What a typical night of adventuring looks for Jensen and Bryce, featuring the roomies and their lovely input

A/N: so ngl i never really intended on posting this fic. (it wasnt even a fic lbr.) its one of the many that i keep in a big doc filled with plenty of other half-finished ideas, but this one got to the point where i thought i might as well post it since its finished anyway. its a lot longer than i thought, too, but i hope you enjoy it! theres not much plot but if you wanted a little look into jensen and bryce from bryces pov this is it!!

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Bryce opened the apartment door then quickly closed it behind himself, tossing off his shoes and hanging his jacket up among the tens of others on the many hooks in the foyer.

“Hey Bryce!” Sienna greeted from somewhere in the living room. He returned the formality, slipping his keys into the pocket of his joggers with his phone in the other.

“Do you want these?” Jackie asked before he could get one step into the kitchen, a mostly-empty tray of nachos in her hand. “I feel bad throwing them away.”

“Sure,” he answered with a smile, Jackie setting them down on the counter next to the bowl of salsa. “Where’s Jensen?” he asked, covering his half-full mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shower,” Aurora answered from where she was putting away a few clean dishes. He immediately perked up, Jackie giving him a disgusted sort of look from the fridge.

“He got in like ten minutes ago, you’re too late anyway.”

Bryce let out a sigh. “Damn, why you gotta get my hopes up like that?”

Jackie looked so utterly done with him that he couldn’t help but laugh, Aurora shaking her head but smiling anyway.

This little routine was one of his favorites. By now, the roomies had more than accepted how often he would be staying over, no matter how hard he tried not to bother them. They had started integrating him in most of their plans, too. In all honesty, he and Jensen didn’t stay together anywhere near as often as most couples, Jensen staying at his place and vice versa once a week each, but with the roomies acclimating to the routine, he felt welcome to stay more.

“Jackie, I swear to god, if you leave hair on my shelf one more time I’m going to replace your shampoo with Nair,” Jensen said, his easygoing tone directly contrasting the threat as he entered from the hall. Bryce was more than happy to give him an up-and-down glance, wet curls pushed back from his face, t-shirt hugging in all the right places, and boxers perfectly accentuating his thighs (that Bryce was sure he was focusing on more in the gym).

Jackie gave him a guilty smile. “It was an accident?”

Entirely unamused, Jensen shook his head before walking over to him. He pressed a light kiss to his shoulder from where he was leaning over the counter, scooting around him to rummage through the fridge. He stopped on a case of edible cookie dough, taking it out and popping the top off before unceremoniously shoving a piece in his mouth. Aurora reached around him to grab some, Jensen instinctually pulling it away.

“Nuh-uh, get your own,” he said, muffled around the cookie dough in his mouth. He easily held it over her head, practically lunging away as she tried to jump and grab it.

“That’s not even fair! You can’t use my height against me!”

Jensen scoffed, laughing out a, “More like ‘lack of.’”

They fought over it for a minute before Aurora jabbed him in the side, grabbing the whole container as he quickly moved to cover the spot.

“Ow!” he said pointedly at her, only getting a smirk in response.

“That was fair game,” Jackie said from next to Bryce, taking a sip of her water with a casual shrug. Bryce nodded in agreement. Aurora wasn’t even that short, but Jensen being over six foot put him far above the other roomies.

Jensen easily accepted the defeat with a sigh, grabbing a second case of it from the fridge and breaking the seal. He stopped across from Bryce and leaned over the counter in a similar fashion, setting the cookie dough on the counter between them with a look.

“Wow, I get some after that little display?” he teased quietly, leaning in a little closer. “You must like me an awful lot.”

Jensen let out a wry hum, practiced expression perfectly hiding the joke in his words. “Oh, no, definitely not.” He continued in a conspiratorial whisper, looking across the kitchen without a glance in Bryce’s direction, “This one actually has egg; I’m just plotting to give you salmonella, then, when you’re too sick to function, I’ll steal all your money and belongings.”

He finally tilted his head with a look, flat expression going strong. Bryce tried to keep up the act, clenching his teeth in a poor attempt at subduing his smile.

“How very evil of you,” he whispered back as the corners of his lips already started upturning.

“I know, right?” Jensen replied with a casual tone that matched like they had been gossiping about the most normal of things.

Bryce smiled at him even as he glanced the other way, a bout of shouting between Sienna and Elijah over whatever video game they had been playing. He effortlessly admired the gentle grin on Jensen’s lips, freckles and other blemishes adorning his skin and sharp profile. Bryce didn’t know what it was, but tonight he could see more of the green in Jensen’s eyes than normal, usually sitting at a comfortable brown color but the kitchen light casting a clean white glow over them.

Jackie let out a feignedly-disgusted scoff as she leaned over and grabbed a piece of cookie dough. “Bryce, stop looking so in love, you’re ruining my dessert.”

Jensen quickly looked back at that, letting out a short laugh at his expense. Bryce would make a fool of himself a hundred times over if that's what it took to hear it—that melodic little chuckle that probably could’ve had him weak in the knees with the right context.

“Mmh, you know what would go great with this?” Jackie asked, entirely interrupting his train of thought.

“Ice cream?” Aurora offered from somewhere behind him in the living room.

“Yes! Exactly.” Jackie took a moment to think about it before her gaze locked on Jensen. “Jensennnnn,” she said, trying to hide a grin, “It’s women’s history month; you should be nice and go get us ice cream.”

He replied with something between a whine and a sigh. “Why can’t you make Bryce do it? He’s dressed!”

“Uh, I’m in pajamas?” he countered.

“And?” Jensen asked, “I’m not even wearing pants.”

The two of them gave Jackie a look, the three of their gazes exchanging before they turned toward the living room, the three of them yelling, “Elijah!”

“No!” he answered immediately, Jackie rolling her eyes before looking back at the two of them with a pleading expression.

Jensen shook his head with an eye roll before pushing himself up from the counter. “Yeah, I’m going.”

Bryce knew he would be going with so they could take his car, an unspoken sort of rule when you don’t want your boyfriend catching a cold in thirty degree weather. He slipped his shoes on and grabbed their coats while Jensen changed into something at least publicly appropriate.

Jensen threw on a casual pair of vans when he made it to the doorway, blue plaid pajama pant bottoms and a hoodie now covering the rest of him. Bryce tried to hand him his coat but he gave him a look.

“It’s like thirty-six.”

Bryce sighed. “Yes, Jensen, most people consider that cold.”

“I’m just going from here to the car, I’ll be perfectly fine.”

Before Bryce could protest, Jensen opened the door and slipped out, leaving Bryce to hang the coat up and follow him with a shake of his head.

They had a quick discussion of where would be the closest, deciding on one of the small, corner grocery stores not too far. Jensen took the keys from him when they got to the parking lot. Bryce was fine to drive in the snow, but, to be fair, Jensen was better at it. And, he was more than happy to be using the least amount of brain power possible with the late hour and after a 14-hour shift.

Jensen probably spent more time finding music to listen to than it would’ve taken to get there, so he very patiently waited in the passenger seat, only letting out the occasional loud sigh until he got the hint. He finally landed on something he liked, or at least tolerated, and quickly pulled out of the parking lot. It only took him until after the first turn to interlace his free hand with Bryce’s, pulling it across the center console and into his lap. He mindlessly drew circles across his thumb and down to his palm on the way there.

Jensen parked on the street just outside the door before the two of them got out, meeting up at the front of the car to walk in together. Or at least that’s what Bryce planned, Jensen giving him a shoulder-check on the way and clearly trying to push him into the snow bank along the curb.

“You’re not funny,” Bryce said with an unamused glance while Jensen gave him a bright smile.

“I am, actually,” he said as they started toward the door.

Bryce gave him an exaggeratedly incredulous hum. “Really? I think I would’ve noticed by now.” Jensen just rolled his eyes with a smile, heading straight for the frozen aisle without bothering to grab a basket. He does it every time, and, until the unlikely day he remembers to, Bryce will be right behind him with one.

By the time he met up with him again, Jensen was already elbow deep in the one of the freezers, collecting an armful of pints in his free hand. As usual, he selected one at least two behind from the first, one of his many workarounds to avoid the chance of the germs from someone who had picked it up and put it back. It was always interesting to him—how Jensen chose one of the few professions where he’s guaranteed to be in contact with at least one sick person a day, but it was something about control. He had very vaguely explained here and there, and knowing how to cure those diseases was exactly the assurance he needed.

“Can you get me a mint one, please?”

“No,” Jensen answered easily, and Bryce noticed that he already had it in his arm. Jensen precariously attempted to set another on the pile in his arm, noticing the look Bryce was giving him before relenting and dumping them into the basket. He quickly organized them to evenly disperse the weight before taking off down another aisle.

“What are you getting now?” Bryce asked with a grin on his face. The best he could do was follow Jensen and hope he didn’t get them into anything they weren’t supposed to.

“We’re browsing,” he offered, leaning towards him for a moment before continuing forward to the snacks, a little more bounce in his step than normal. There was never a time where Jensen had a song stuck in his head and Bryce couldn’t tell; after so long, he could pick up on the timed paces he’d take, occasionally mouthing a lyric here and there. He was never obvious enough that other people could tell, but it was easy to see all the little cues when Bryce already knew them.

Jensen seemed more than fine to lead them through the store, giving Bryce plenty of time to take a few pictures of him practically capering through the aisles. He happily posed for a few of them, too.

He threw a few more things in by the time they made it to the check-out, Bryce helpfully setting everything out to be scanned while Jensen easily conversed with the cashier. It only took them a moment to finish up before heading back out again.

Even though it was pitch black, Boston was never quite dark. The city lights reflected off the cloudy night, leaving the scene plenty bright enough for them to see as they tossed the few bags in the back.

“Bryce,” Jensen asked over the car, getting him to look up before asking, “Insomnia Cookies?”

Bryce let out an excited little gasp. “Yes.”

Jensen smiled before they got in the car. He finally bothered to just connect his phone and pick one of his many playlists, clearly looking for something specific before they left. Bryce recognized the song from the many times Jensen had played it, “still feel.” by half•alive loudly thumping through the speakers.

Bryce couldn’t quite remember the first time Jensen was comfortable enough to sing around him but God he was glad it happened. He did remember the first time Jensen mentioned he was in a band, though, passing it off like nothing and simultaneously failing to mention that he could’ve scored a considerably recognizable record deal from it. If Bryce would’ve known Jensen could sing like he was right now, he wouldn’t have even questioned in the beginning.

The amount of money Bryce would pay to see Jensen on stage was a whole other deal he probably shouldn’t get into or imagine. Instead, he was happy to watch with adoration in his stare as Jensen gave him a little concert right then and there.

They made a quick stop inside the nearest Insomnia Cookies, each getting an impressive array before starting back towards Jensen’s apartment.

Jensen parked when they made it back to the apartment, but, instead of taking the key out of the ignition, he turned down the radio.

“You know,” he started, unwrapping one of the cookies in his hand, “if we take these inside, they’re going to ask to share.”

A grin slowly grew across Bryce’s face. “...So you’re saying you want to sit here and eat them?”

Jensen gave him an exaggeratedly innocent smile before biting into the cookie in his hand. Bryce let out a laugh and a shake of his head, easily relenting and grabbing one of the other cookies on his lap. Both of them were perfectly content not saying anything, Jensen happily keeping himself occupied between eating and a few little dances here and there.

Jensen pulled out his phone for a few stupidly-posed selfies, only taking a couple before he quickly dropped his phone and leaned over to Bryce. Without elaboration, he swiped his tongue over his thumb, seamlessly reaching up and focusedly wiping off a bit of chocolate on Bryce’s lip.

Bryce honestly hadn't noticed that they hadn’t kissed all night until that moment, the thought making its way to the forefront of his mind as Jensen stalled before giving him an apologetic look. He quickly moved his thumb away as if Bryce minded. He knew it was another germs thing, but he almost laughed at it—because he definitely hasn’t had Jensen’s lips all over him before.

Before he got too far, Bryce smiled. He grabbed Jensen’s wrist, pausing for barely a second then pulling Jensen’s lips into his across the center console. Jensen easily melted into him, hands coming up to the sides of his face to guide him this way and that, kisses quickly getting distracted and trailing down to his neck.

Jensen pulled away for a breath with a look Bryce had seen plenty of times before. He absolutely noticed the quick glance Jensen sent towards the back seat, a sigh falling from his lips with a half-eye-roll.

“Ice creams gonna melt,” he offered, words a little less eloquent and enunciated than normal (which Bryce was more than happy to take credit for).

“Mhm, I guess we’ll have to take it inside,” Bryce said, already smirking. “Think you keep your hands off me for that long?”

Instead of the unamused expression he expected, Jensen gave him an up-and-down glance followed by a tilt of his head and a shrug. Bryce laughed airily, shaking his head and definitely not feeling a wave of heat rise to his cheeks. The directness, if you could call it that, was out of left field for Jensen, totally catching him off guard.

Jensen turned the car off and quickly got out, leaving Bryce to stumble for a minute before following suit. He noticed, of course, having a perfectly great time watching him over the roof of the car as he quickly piled on the bags to his arm and let Jensen lock it before they walked inside.

“You’re enjoying this too much.” Bryce finally broke the silence on the elevator.

“Are you kidding? You never fucking get flustered!” he said with a satisfied smile. “I’m counting this as a win.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you are.” They gave each other a smile, Bryce shaking his head.

“Don’t act like you’re annoyed with me,” Jensen countered casually, grinning as he continued. “You love me and you know it.”

Bryce sighed. “Yeah, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” Bryce could see the mock-offense on his face and couldn’t help but let out a short laugh. “Would you like a reminder of why it’s more than ‘suppose?’”

Bryce laughed again, habitually stepping closer. He tried again to reply with “I suppose,” but Jensen cut him off halfway through, pulling him in for a short, sweet kiss as the elevator dinged open.

He was smiling when they pulled apart, Jensen pressing one more peck to his lips before linking their hands and walking them down the hall and back into the apartment for the rest of the night.

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Tags (feel free to ask to be removed, ik its been a while since ive tagged for (or posted) a fic): @choicesficwriterscreations @cariantha @ofmischiefandmedicine @jerzwriter

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openheartfanfics · 2 years ago

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Newly Added Fics

Feb 4 - 10, 2023

BRYCE X F!MC / F!OC

Dance With Me - @storyofmychoices ☁

Bryce and Olivia take an afternoon walk in the park and things take an interesting turn.

ETHAN X F!MC

Bittersweet - @coffeeheartaddict2 🦚💘

it’s Valentines intern year and it is about a month after Miami and things are still fraught between Casey and Ethan. Casey endeavours to cheer up Naveen. Feat. Naveen Banerji, Teresa Martinez

Early Nights - @peonyblossom ☁

When the kids are finally all asleep at the same time, Ethan and Sadie take a moment to relax. Feat. Sienna Trinh x Aurora Emery

James Dean Daydream - @genevievemd ☁

The day Ethan Ramsey realizes he’s in love with a swiftie. [Music]

La Vie Avec Toi - @liaromancewriter ☁

When it comes to love, these couples know it’s about every moment of every day. Feat. Sienna Trinh x M!OC

Love in all forms - @coffeeheartaddict2 ☁💘

After noting that Alexis has been out of sorts since new years, Casey brings back a Valentine’s Day tradition to show that she is loved, no matter what. Feat. Tobias Carrick [Domestic; Family]

Snapshot - @peonyblossom ☁

When Ethan decides to photograph what is sure to be a beautiful memory someday, Daisy admires the polaroid camera he uses.

‘Tis the Damn Season - @genevievemd 📚📷 [extended: wip] A look into the final eight months of Ethan and Gen’s first year of marriage.

March Part 1 | Part 2

Valentine Blues - @genevievemd ☁💘

There’s a change in their Valentine’s plans.

ETHAN X M!MC

Untitled Fic - @ladydelilah ☁

Lars is excited to meet Ethan’s family.

ENSEMBLE / THE GANG

Feel Good Inc. - @inlocusmads 🦚💘Ⓜ

Ethan receives some unexpected advice from an unexpected someone on Valentine's Day which causes him to shift his perspective a little. Feat. Ethan Ramsey. TW: Mentions of prescription drug usage

The Unexpected Valentine - @liaromancewriter ☁💘

The interns celebrate their first Valentine’s Day in Boston, and it’s full of surprises. Feat. Ethan Ramsey

LOVE TRIANGLE

Ricochet - @txemrn 📚Ⓜ

[mini: wip] Almost two decades ago, he gave love a chance–and she betrayed him. Now after all of this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey and Dr. Tatum Erikson realize that their past feelings might not exactly be ancient history–especially now that they are forced to work together. TW: language; suggested child abuse and sexual promiscuity

Part IV: "... This Isn't What I Wanted (or Is It Everything?)" 🎭 TW: dub-con/non-con; strong depiction of medical emergency involving newborn infant and mother

SIENNA X M!OC

Feeling Wicked - @liaromancewriter ☁

Sienna Trinh is tired of everyone thinking she’s a goody-two-shoes and decides to change her image.

La Vie Avec Toi - @liaromancewriter ☁

When it comes to love, these couples know it’s about every moment of every day. Feat. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

TOBIAS X F!MC

A Mixed-Up Valentine - @jerzwriter ☁💘

They hadn't met yet... but what happened on Casey & Tobias's last Valentine's Day without each other? See how Casey's night went... how Tobias's did... and how they intersected.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS & WRITERS HERE

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ladydelilah · 2 years ago

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Open Heart Head Cannons

(My MC’s name is Dr. Lars Valentine btw)

Ethan would unintentionally be a sad beige dad. He’s just so used to things looking plain, clean, and sterile he forgets that colors and patterns exist. He would later realize he was accidentally depriving his children of color in their lives and fix his mistake. (Yes being a sad beige parent is a mistake.)

Bryce definitely listens to the most cringey SoundCloud-ish music and emo rap (semi-ironically). He’s also really great at dancing. Especially the goofy shit like the worm or the robot. He has a skill for breakdancing too.

Sienna always bakes cookies shaped like different cartoon characters for the kids in the pediatric ward. They usually look kinda janky but the kids still enjoy them anyway.

Lars’ favorite food is nachos. That mofo will eat three trays of nachos a day like it’s nothing. (So much for setting a good example for patients)

Jackie has a slight online shopping addiction. The other roommates will know when Jackie was bored when they open the front door to a mountain of packages.

Elijah definitely goes all out it the fandoms he’s in. And is just a total geek in general. Im talking conventions, cosplaying, D&D, LARPING. When he cosplays he decorates his chair to fit his cosplay. (He probably has OCD and/or ADHD and maybe Autism.)

Baz loves twerking at the most random or inappropriate times. He was definitely a class clown when he was in school. He’s even funnier in contrast to Zaid’s seriousness.

Ines has such a broad music taste but she specifically loves 90’s and 2000’s pop.

#open heart #open heart choices #choices #choices stories you play #choices stories we play #ethan ramsey fanfiction #ethan ramsey x mc #dr ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey #headcannons #pixelberry studios #pixelberry #bryce lahela #sienna trinh #jackie varma #elijah greene

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klausysworld · 1 year ago

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Hear me out.....

I have this idea for you... hear me out.

Reader is camping in mystic falls....klaus just broke his wolf curse. His first rut hits him and he runs into the woods. He gets a whiff of a very good smelling scent. He follows it. Turns out he has a mate and she is not a super creature but a human. Hear me out now.... she's his true mate...and he considers her his omega.

So when he approaches her she's like a tad bit freaked out but she feels that same pull to him he does with her. She sits down on the ground and klaus let's her pet him...

Let's just say this reader is into...werewolves cause she reads a lot of fanfiction so in her mind her wildest dreams are about to come true. And you can put two and two together.

Wolf!klaus fucking his human!reader as his mate. And after that moment they became inseparable. Your welcome. 😌

Dream or Reality?

Klaus ran far and fast, the pads of his paws thudding against the ground, wind blowing through his fur and that delightful rush of adrenaline had his undead heart pounding.

He dismissed Elijah’s annoyed callings for him and continued to enjoy the freedom he had longed for.

Everything was so intense now, even more that it already was. Every chirp of a cricket, every buzz of a bee, every crinkle of a leaf and every flap of a birds wings. He could hear for miles on end. As he looked around at his surroundings, the greens were brighter, the sky bluer. The the mud and blades of grass against his paws could each be individually felt and when he inhaled deeply, a wave of scents filled his lungs.

However one in particular stood out.

He made a sudden stop, his body skidding to a halt and his ears pointed straight up as he sniffed a few more times. His mouth watered and he pressed his snout down, following the delicious scent, chasing it as he heard the hum of a girl.

He slowed gradually and followed her as she weaves through the trees, a basket in hand which was filled with a range of wild berries. He sat down and watched as she picked from a large bush of blackberries, leaning a little closer to smell just how lovely she was. It had his claws digging into the ground and his tail beating the floor.

His eyes shone gold, bleeding into red as she bent right the way over to pick up her basket once she was finished picking from the high parts. Her short, flowy dress allowing him to see just about everything as her matching white thong left very little to the imagination.

Oh how he wanted to run up behind her and shove his mouth into her cunt. If she smelled this delicious, he could only dream of her taste.

But instead he decided to wait, follow her some more until it began to get dark and her stroll came to a stop. He looked around at the clearing she had chosen to rest at. Klaus kept low to the ground, the grass and flowers not hiding him as well as he might’ve hoped but enough.

He took a few tentative steps as she sat down against the grass, just watching the sun set. Her skin glowed under the golden hue and her hair lay beautifully against her skin. The white of her dress complimented her skin tone wonderfully, he could onto imagine how soft it would be against his tongue.

The thought alone had him walking straight to her, his muzzle brushing her shoulder making her freeze in place. Her head slowly turned to face him, wide eyes staring back at him and her breathing came to a stop.

He slowly sat before her, her lips parted slightly as he rolled his shoulders back and he sat tall before her. Her head tilted back to take in his height, a nervous breath leaving her as a soft growl rumbled through him.

She looked so weak in-front of him, so small and innocent. Oh how he knew he could just eat her up, in many ways.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, shock written all across her as maintained eye contact with him for as long as possible. He found it amusing how she tried to stand her ground by holding his stare, he allowed her to win this, allow her to feel as though she may have the upper hand.

Klaus brought himself down to lay on his forearms and back legs, his chest barely touching the grass below.

Her hand very slowly lifted, she held it out with fear flashing through her and a twinge of curiosity as he sniffed her hand. He groaned at the addictive scent of her blood underneath the surface and licked the soft skin of her palm. She giggled quietly at the tickle of his tongue as he dragged it up her arm and her other hand pet his head gently.

“Wow” she whispered under her breath and a smile tugged at her lips as he pulled his face away and looks down at her through hooded eyes. His head tilted when he caught the scent of something rather sweet. His tail whipped side to side when he realised the source of the delicious smell and lowered his head. Her eyes widened when his nose pressed to her lower belly and she gasped softly.

Her hands ran through his fur on his neck and down his back, well as far as her arms could reach from her seated position. When she leaned forward to touch his tail he took the opportunity to get his head under her skirt, the top of his snout pressed to her panties making her jolt and squeal.

“Shit” she whispered when she fell forward in surprise onto her hands and knees over the top of him. She kept still, unsure what her best move could be here, she couldn’t make any sudden movements, it might spook him and she didn’t exactly want to be with a violent wolf when it’s nose was rubbing against her panties.

An involuntary moan left her when his long, warm tongue pressed against her and she quickly rolled to her side and onto her back.

“Oh gods” she whispered when the wolf stood over her, licking his lips and sniffing her intently. She looked up wide eyed and even more so when he barked quietly at her before pressing his nose to the valley if her breasts.

Her mouth opened and closed as she stared into his eyes, a strange glint in them that told her he was definitely more than he looked.

Dear god she read too many werewolf fanfics. She was in a field with a fucking huge animal trying to feel her up and she liked it way more than she probably should.

“Okay, okay” she uttered to herself while slowly pushing herself up to be sitting again but he didn’t move, instead her face was hidden in his chest and his rustic scent was filling her head. She groaned softly at the addicting smell and found herself nuzzling her nose against his fur.

Klaus watched in both amusement and lust, his front leg lifted to wrap around her, his large paw holding the back of her head in encouragement as she huffed him in. Warmth spread through him, pooling at the pit of his stomach as her hands tugged his fur. God he needed to have her right now, make her his before anyone else could get even the slightest view of her.

His nose sniffed at the top of her head, her hair freshly washed and soft. Her cheek pressed to his chest and a small moan left her as he stepped forward and pressed a paw to her now damp underwear. His tail wagged and he turned his head to lick the shell of her ear and make her squirm.

She fell back against the grass as he pressed his nose to her throat to gently push her downwards.

“Fuck fuck fuck” she chanted as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of his tongue along her neck. His teeth caged her throat, the action should’ve made her reek with fear but a low growl erupted from his chest at the flow of arousal she released as he bit down gently. Her hands latched onto his fur tightly, keeping his teeth in her as he pierced past the skin to leave his mark. “Oh god” she breathed as he licked over the wounds more moving his snout further down her body.

“This can’t be happening” she whispered as his canines nibbled along the swell of her breasts and pushed the top of her dress down to have more access. Klaus tugged at the fabric but she didn’t move to take it off making him huff and bark at her.

She looked back at him confused and shook her head slowly making him grumble before grabbing the skirt of the sundress and pulling it up making her yelp as he exposed her thong. Her hand moved to cover herself and she groaned when she realised how wet she was, not noticing the way his tail wagged rapidly when she pushed them down off her legs. “What am I doing” she mumbled to herself before glancing to the wolf.

“Sit” she whispered unsure but he did so and her eyes widened. “Okay” she laughed slightly and stood up, entertained by the fact he followed her. “Go on, go home” she shooed him, but he kept his nose nice and close to the source of her scent and followed her until she stopped at a large teepee tent. She sighed and went inside, closing it up before Klaus could step in making him growl softly.

Not that it was an issue, he just powered his way through and drank in the sight before him. Seeing her pull off her dress and pull out a skimpy pair of pyjamas. Perfect for his eyes but he also hated that she would come to an open area, anyone could come by, and wear such lack of clothing.

She shrieked when she turned to see him stood before her and grabbed her sleeping bag to cover herself. It wasn’t appreciated apparently as he showed her by grabbing the end of it and pulling it roughly like a dog would a tug toy. Her hold on it was nothing compared to his and she ended up fully naked again for his eager eyes.

“What the actual fuck” she whispered looking back at him with a slightly fearful, slightly aroused look in her eyes while his shone with lust and hunger.

Her legs pressed together, her hands awkwardly hiding her sex from his view. She took a reluctant step back as he stalked toward her much like a predator does his prey before closing her eyes nervously and praying to god that this animal wouldn’t eat her.

Oh but he wanted to, just a little differently to the way she was thinking.

So when his tongue licked at her slightly shaky hands, she moved them slowly in anticipation. Her eyes flew open when he nuzzled his nose between her thighs, nudging them apart and locking his eyes on hers and his tongue curled between them. “Oh fuck” she breathed as it slid along her folds, then between them until the tip of his tongue stroked her clit.

“This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” She told herself “it’s just a dream” she whispered with a long breath, her hands moving to pet the top of his head. If it were a dream then she could do this, just live out her dirty fantasies and wake up in the morning all hot and sweaty.

Klaus chuckled in his head at her words and continued his actions. Her hands in his fur felt delightful, and her taste on his tongue was more than heavenly. Her body was so beautiful from where he was, looking straight up at her. Her face was looking up, avoiding his stare making his tail wag lowly as he buried his face further into her cunt, tongue deep inside her and the blunts of his teeth nibbling the hood of her clit to have her thighs trembling, legs struggling to keep her stood up. Her nails dug into his scruff and her knees went weak.

He let his eyes fall closed as he focused solely on her. She was overwhelming in every aspect but he couldn’t stop craving her. Such an addictive taste, smell, feel. Her slippery pink flesh was so incredibly soft, smooth like silk and he could only imagine how it will feel around his shaft as he slides in and out of her.

His tongue reached up into her, feeling for and finding that spongey little spot within her. One stroke of his tongue was all it took for her legs to give out, knees hitting the base of the tent as she moaned loudly. Her arms moved out to ease herself down as she laid on her back, thighs open for him to indulge between.

“Fucking hell” she uttered under her breath as her hands grabbed him tightly and kept his face right against her. Her fucks bucked and a sharp cry left her when his cold nose rubbed at her hot clit, his tongue continuously curling inside her until she was spilling her pleasure into his mouth. Moaning loudly with no control over herself as she came over his muzzle, she pushed herself up on her elbows to watch him tongue dart out to lap up every drop.

His dark, dangerous eyes gazed right into hers, hunger was all she could see as he licked his snout clean with a low rumble echoing through him.

Klaus couldn’t think about anything else. He needed to have her right now. He took a seat before her, he looked down between his legs to see he his long, thick cock stood in desperate need of attention. He glanced back to her, seeing her lips parted and eyes dark as she whimpered at the sight of it. He sat a little taller as she crawled forward, nervously looking up to him every few movements before she was right in-front of him. God she looked pathetically tiny compared to him like this, and he loved it.

Her small soft hands reached forward to get a gentle hold on his cock. A grunt instantly left his throat as she kept her eyes on his, waiting incase he reacted threateningly. Her eyes flickered between his face and his dick, her breathing getting heavier as both her hands slid up and down his length, his thickness filling both hands more and more as she stroked him.

“Jesus fucking Christ” she whispered when she looked at it a little too long, watching a spurt of pre-cum leak down him making her spread it all over his cock. A soft moan left her lips when his hips jerked forward and she glanced to him before slowly leaning down.

Klaus’ tail whipped side to side as her breath ghosted his tip, growl like groans leaving him before he choked on his breath as her plump lips pressed to his cock. A gasp left her and he looked down to see if something was wrong but he felt her suckling at the slit telling him everything was just perfect.

His hips jumped forward, his claws digging into the ground as he stretched her mouth open. She moaned in pain at the sting of her face but his taste was so rich and addicting that she just ignored it.

Klaus rose so he was stood up instead of sat, his hips rocking into her little mouth as she sent a flow of vibrations down him. She too was on all fours as she seemingly tried to swallow him down. His head leaned down to lick over the top of her ass, the softness of his tongue making her whimper around his succulent cock. His tongue dipped down between her cheeks to taste her once more, and of course to feel the moans she released around him again.

He listened as his little mate choked around him as his swollen tip knocked as far back as it could. Her poor throat contracted around it until she gagged and he stepped back to spare her. She coughed a little and sucked at his tip a little more before pulling back to catch her breath.

Klaus stood tall and turned around, still stood over her but now in a position ready to mouth her. Though she was so small infront of him he would be nearly lead down to fuck her.

He licked her back softly as her breathing sped up and her head looked over her shoulder to see his strong form over her. She let out a lengthy breath, a small nod to her head she she tried to mentally prepare herself for the step she was taking.

Klaus’s back legs bent to bring himself lower, his large cock going between her legs and sliding against her dripping cunt. He admired how soaked she was, he wondered how long she had fantasised of this position. To be fucked by a werewolf.

Though her loud moan told him it must’ve been a while as his tip pushed inside her. Her pussy clung to him tightly and her gasps for breath were obvious as her little body stretched for him. Klaus wouldn’t have been surprised if she came as soon as he thrust himself inside her from the way her body reacted.

Klaus wasn’t sure if this was exactly ethical but neither one of them seemed to exactly care very much about morals at that moment. She tilted her head back to look up at him, his tail wagged at the sight of her glossy eyes. Her mouth opened and a whimpered “Please” left her soft lips. He listened to her pleas, bucking his hips forward and listening to the scream that she released as her head fell back forward to look down. His front paws pushed against the tent floor to thrust himself back and forth slowly.

Her moans were melodic, her velvet walls tight. Klaus only wished he could whisper his filthy thoughts to her.

He shifted his from legs, his paws grabbing onto her hips and his claws digging into her skin making her hiss. Her pain only lasted a second as his hips began to abruptly thrust faster.

“Oh fuck” she yelled as he roughly humped into her. He stood strong on his back legs, lifting her lower region up as he pounded her from behind, quite literally like a wild animal. Her palms lay flat against the ground as her body jolted forward each time his swelled tip smacked her cervix.

His panted grunts filled the air as well as her rapid breaths and moans. The tent felt much smaller as the air got thicker. Hard thrusts knocked the air out of her every second, sharp breaths leaving her as she felt her cunt spasm around his dick. Klaus fucked her faster, harder at the feel of her slippery walls squeezing him desperately.

Klaus felt something extra sensitive growing at the base of his cock and hitting against her tight little hole. She let out a pleasant cry as she felt herself be stretched out further.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open at the feel of his wolf’s knot shove in and out of her.

Klaus’s mind clouded over, he barely registered how her body shook and her screams got loud enough for the whole forest to hear. All he focused on was getting his knot so deep inside her that she was bound to him forever. His wolf clawed at her waist and hips as his hind legs steadied to fuck her as roughly as he could.

Her cunt clamped around him tightly, his knot locking inside her making her cry in pleasure when their orgasms mixed. His stuffing her full of his seed and hers exploding down her thighs. Her body fell exhausted immediately, the knotting taking its toll as it should for first time mates.

Klaus pulled out and whined as her arms gave out under her and she hit the ground with a thud. His tongue was on her face, trying to wake her up but she was barely conscious.

He circled her for a full minute before curling around her, wrapping her frame in his warmth.

His snout squeezed between her thighs which desperately tried to squeeze together. He lapped his tongue against her folds, cleaning her cunt and thighs so she wouldn’t feel sticky when she woke.

Klaus stayed awake while she slept. She slept for nearly 16 hours but he didn’t move. He abandoned any plans of hunting and terrorising civilians like he had originally wanted to when he released his wolf and instead smuggled his mate. He found himself with his muzzle in her pussy nearly every few hours no matter how hard he tried to resist, he knew it was making her sleepier but god he just couldn’t help himself. At least he managed to stop himself from fucking her again, he can only imagine how she would scream herself awake.

But he was able to hold some of his desires inside.

He kept her warm and safe for over half a day. Even when she woke, she was still drowsy and wasn‘y up to moving so he kept her comfy and pleased.

They both seemed to forget that the woods were open to anyone walking past. Elijah made the futile mistake of thinking his brother was killing the girl onto to find him with his furry face between her legs. Klaus nearly ripped his eyes out of his head.

Elijah left and returned a full day later with both men’s and women’s clothes, tossing them into the tent.

Klaus had turned back a few hours before and had to confirm the girls dreams, he was a werewolf.

“Hybrid actually” he told her and her eyes widened making him chuckle and kiss her lips softly. She wasn’t expecting such gentleness from the animal which had ruined her poor pussy but there he was, rubbing her skin to keep her warm and encouraging her to keep her eyes closed.

Klaus growled when Elijah threw the clothes in but somewhat appreciated it anyway.

He dressed y/n and then himself, scooping her into his arms and kissing her cheek.

“We’re going on a trip sweetheart, we’ll be finding many more werewolves and I’ll teach you everything you can know about the supernatural” he told her with a soft smile and slow strokes her hair as she nuzzled his chest.

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braveclementine · 5 months ago

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Introductions

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I looked up at the small, light pink Victorian house that stood in front of me. It looked rather large from the front, what with the. . . gazebo. . .looking thing. . . I don't know what it's called- house attachment to the side and the tower where my bedroom resided, but in reality, it was very small on the inside. It didn't extend very far back.

It was probably the one day out of the year that it wasn't raining in Forks, and for that I was grateful. The sunlight made the house look even more welcoming, the light shining through the glass of the windows.

I didn't really dread the house, though it had been some years since I had been here. More than ten.

Forks, Washington. Named after a common eating utensil. Population- not enough for people not to notice me.

Not that people wouldn't have noticed me anyways.

For one thing, my name was Davina Michaelson. And the only thing I could say about it was that I was glad my last name wasn't spelled Mikelson, because the teasing was bad enough already.

My mother had been ecstatic when she married my father. She had been determined to name me Elijah or Kol or Niklaus or Rebekah when I was born. She was a huge Vampire Diary fan and as a consequence, so was I. Luckily, I got named Davina instead because of my dark brown, almost black, hair and being a girl.

For another thing, I was a complete geek. My favorite things to say were lines from Harry Potter, when conversing about politics I quoted Tom MacDonald, and whenever someone asked if I knew an interesting fact, it was always about animals and usually something sexual.

Did you know that if Female Ferrets don't have sex when they go into heat they die?

I couldn't read enough books. Kane Chronicles, Percy Jackson, Spirit Animals, Red Queen, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, anything fictional, fantasy, and mystical.

Not to mention, reading said books had given me a non-existent romantic life as all of my standards had been lifted by Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Elijah Mikelson (basically all the Mikelsons minus Finn), Damon Salvatore, Alaric Saltzman, Enzo, Marcel, Newt, Minho, Gale, etc.

And then, there's my favorite app- Wattpad.

Sorry, I get it, it's a notorious fanfiction app, but still, that's why I read it. It's basically the only way for me to feel like an actual character in Harry Potter marrying Severus Snape or The Originals marrying Damon Salvatore.

AND SMUT! Except I really hate authors that rob you of reading that juicy part of the book. I mean, if you're going to put the mature label on your book, you might as well write in deep detail, right?

Basically I was on Wattpad 24-7.

But I mean, there's something about older men that's absolutely. . . enticing. Of course, completely illegal but you know, Hollywood made all the older guys hot so we're all fucked up.

Anyways, what was I saying?

Oh right, yes, sticking out in Forks.

So let's see, girl who moved away and came back, nineteen year old going to high school, complete geek. . . missing anything?

My looks I guess.

I'm average. Not slender, not fat. Not extremely beautiful, not entirely ugly either. Average. Someone who normally could've blended in if she had lived here her entire life. Plus I had green and blue streaks in my hair, and I couldn't imagine anyone else in this town having streaks. Not that I had many streaks, and with my dark hair, they barely stood out.

Any more details?

Heart shaped face, doe eyes, brown eyes that matched my hair, not extremely pale skin, but not overly tan either considering I had moved here from Kentucky. Slap in the mild ADHD and OCD and you have me!

Mild meaning I'm not overly ADHD or OCD, mild enough that most people don't notice it if they don't know me well, and even if they do, I'm pretty good at hiding it.

So, what exactly brought me to Forks?

Hmm, good question, be sorry you asked.

I had lived in Forks as a young girl, my best friend being Sam Uley- should see how he's doing now that I'm here- and my parents lived here for a while.

Dad had been in the military and we'd resided in Forks for a few years while he was on leave with his new son- who had the unfortunate luck of being called Kol. I think mom found it funny. Davina and Kol. Now that I've watched the show, I think it's rather disturbing.

But when I was about eight, we moved away to Fort Knox, Kentucky. For the majority of my life, I lived on the base. So I was well trained in martial arts, military tactics, and how to use different guns. I mean, not like they actually taught me, but when I got bored of school, I left, and would sneak into the training room, crouching down in a corner, behind a blind spot of a camera, and look out through the mats.

Mom had signed me up for Tae Kwon Do and Gymnastics when I asked. Everything else I learned from sneaking around and spying.

Anyways, when I turned seventeen, there was a big. . . to-do in the camp. Someone betrayed the soldiers and the camp was destroyed. My parents and brother died. I was one of the very few survivors.

School was put to a stop, I was shifted into foster care while I waited for some relative to come and get me. No relatives showed, I spent year eighteen working and saving money to buy a plane ticket- not even a car- so that I could get here, to Forks, where our home was.

And once I was in Forks, I had access to all the money that mom and dad left me in their will so that was fantastic. I'd still have to work though if I wanted to keep the house.

But it also meant that I could go back to school and get my high school diploma. . . how embarrassing. But no one had to know. No one was going to know.

I carefully fit the bronze key into the locked door, giving it a turn, and then pushing in, turning it. I had never been good with keys and locks, and this house was old.

Luckily, it gave and the door opened. I wrinkled my nose. Well, I was going to have to open all the windows and let the breeze in.

I set the suitcases down by the door, inside, flipping the light switch on. It took a minute for the lights to respond before the house lit up.

I moved around the house, opening all the windows- the ones that would open at least- before moving back downstairs to take care of the furniture.

When we'd left, we'd covered all the furniture with plastic. Now, I took a pocket knife- one I had carved myself with my limited artistic ability- and started working on undoing the plastic carefully, releasing the furniture from its suffocation.

Then there was the cleaning, washing windows, wiping down counters, sweeping the wooden floors, vacuuming the carpeted floors, taking out dishes to wash and then put back away, and unpack my suitcases before finally declaring myself done for the day.

I closed all the windows- just in time as the rain decided it wanted to greet me too- and then headed upstairs, flopped on the bed, and fell asleep without even bothering to look around.

[When you look up circular bedrooms to help get inspiration and they just show you circular beds instead 😑 ]

I woke up, stretching, trying to remember what day it was and if I had anything important I was supposed to be doing. I slid out of bed, taking a look around the slightly familiar bedroom. My bed was built into the wall, and there were two of them as mom had been expecting twins with me- the other not making it.

Across from the beds was my desk, white, clean so far as I hadn't had a chance to do any homework there, along with a pink chair. The bean bag was in the middle of the room, my purse hanging on the door handle.

Adjacent to the beds, across from the window of the tower, was my closet. Because of the circular shape of the room, it was a walk in closet. Shirts and pants hung on one side, bathing suits, dresses, and seasonal clothes were on the other side. I had about three pairs of shoes- sneakers, combat boots, and one pair of heels that were probably too small for me.

By the closet doors was a small bookcase, holding only my favorite books. Hanging above the bookcase was a Harry Potter calendar for eleven years ago. I would have to get a new one.

(minus all the shoes)

I pulled out my phone to check what day it was and sighed in disappointment.

The day I got to start school.

Wonderful.

Grumbling, I headed to the closet, pulling on skinny, light-blue jeans, a long-sleeved olive-green shirt, and my black combat boots. I also grabbed the leather jacket, sliding it over my arms. I grabbed my old backpack, a Hufflepuff themed one with all sorts of pins from every world possible, slinging it over my shoulder and heading downstairs.

As I had no food in the house, my main priority for now was figuring out how I was going to get to school.

I really needed a car.

On a habit whim, I grabbed one of my books, shoving it into my bag, making my way out the front door.

The rain was holding off, but the sky was gray, the air was moist, and I just knew it was going to at least drizzle.

So I grabbed my blue butterfly decorated umbrella too.

My stomach growled with protests as I locked the door, making my way down the empty driveway and then I paused, glancing at the garage. Oh dear.

Hesitantly, both hopeful and not hopeful, I pushed the garage door up. My heart sank and soared at the same time.

I was wrong- I did have a vehicle.

Dad's old Harley Motorcycle sat in the garage. It was a beautiful machine that I had always loved as a kid and my mom had detested calling it 'a death trap'. It was a beautiful shiny teal colour with two large silver containers on the sides that held whatever you wanted to put in there. It would fit two people on the black leather seats.

The good part about the motorcycle was that I now have a vehicle to get myself back and forth to school. The bad part was the 24-7-365 schedule for rain.

I pursed my lips. I could walk or I could ride the motorcycle and put a tarp over it during the day to keep it dry. I could also stash sets of dry clothes in the carriers so that if I had to change my clothes, I could. My bag could easily go in the other one. Along with the umbrella and anything else I needed, which was never much.

I started to grin, feeling lighter now that all of my problems were starting to disappear.

Oh, today was going to be fun.

#Braveclementineworks #BraveclementineNovels #Novel #I Believe #Davina Michaelson #18+readersonly #Forks Washington #Twilight #Twilight fanfic #Nerd #Geek

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gummybugg · 1 year ago

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✨️author ask tag game✨️

✨️Feeling Extra today! Will choose to Focus on Crater City, but any future Author Tags shall be diverted to the next WIP in line✨️

Tagged here by @mariahwritesstuff! Much obliged :’)

Tagging these fine contestants: @doublegoblin @forthesanityofsome @lyralit @frostedlemonwriter @asterhaze @lostneedcoopcake @writernopal @an-theduckin @sabels-small-sphere

...

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

>> Free will is good 👍

>> Just because you can doesn't mean you should

>> Give life your own meaning

>> The dangers of being politically apathetic

I think these are self-explanatory! I think!

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Kind of expanded upon this a bit, oops

For the world-building, I'm inspired by things such as Fallout New Vegas, Night Vale, and real life. Music: tends to be a mixture of classic rock + alt + vapor wave + whatever I think is nice tossed in a dryer and pummeled to death.

For more world-building + story-telling/pacing, I am very much Inspired by these webtoons:

>> Solid State

>> The Prince of Southland

>> Lovebot

>> Electric Bones

When I tell you to go check these webtoons out, I mean Go Check Them Out because they're the reason I still have the app!

For characters, they are named/inspired by objects and it just kind of stuck until their names got rearranged. Everyone generally has a symbol/color assigned to them, idk it's probably synesthesia to some degree. But it helps me categorize things + it fits their vibes. To name a few:

>> Blair: heart, red

>> Elijah: star, yellow

>> Darcy: moon, cobalt

>> Melony: Venus flytrap, bright green

I could rant all day about their vibes and mood boards! But we only have so much attention span on this single post, yeah?

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Blair wants to prove to himself and others that he has worth and a purpose even though others/the government thinks otherwise.

Elijah wishes he could stop running from his problems and just ask for help, but that's kinda hard if [SPOILERS]. Yeah, so that's kind of a Huge bummer.

No one cares what Darcy wants. He's mean. (Any fanletters addressed to him that wind up in Frasier's pile get promptly thrown away.)

Aside from that, I've always wanted to inspire others through my work but kind of implicitly. Or like “oh have you seen that one story it's so wild” in an obscure way. Not really in a cult-following way, but like an urban legend or classic story kind of way. I would like to drop my story into the world and disappear without a trace, hehehe

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original content! Due to its Nature, I'm planning something Much Larger than a typical novel layout. Somewhere online... or somewhere else in a Metaphysical sense. Or implanted in everyone's heads as a distant memory of what could've been, hehehe

It all comes down to if I will ever be able to code as great as Elijah someday (we both hold ourselves to very high Standards, you know).

(6) When and why did you start writing?

I started writing this story July 27, 2022. Oh wait, that date has passed, it's now been a year!

But it's ok, I often forget my own birthday.

I started writing because I became fixated on the idea of just some chill guy in a hectic world then ran with it, and here I am a year later, still as obsessed with these hooligans as ever. I like the seemingly dumbass hero and intelligent villain trope, I suppose.

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

I tend to follow accounts that inspire me to write or become a better person in general. This can range from being a better writer to positivity to pushing myself to get up and be productive because lord knows I need some good ol peer pressure to jumpstart my brain.

The parting message:

Remember why you're writing. Keep your reasons somewhere you can see it, like a sticky note on your mirror. It can be a motivation/goal as simple as “because it's what Younger Me would have wanted to see.”

Also, Please organize your files/notebooks. Future You will be so thankful for that. Don't be like Blair and cover each page head to toe with multicolored pens, highlighters, and diagrams. Be more like Frasier, stay organized:

Blair has provided us with a Bonus Illustration for the readers whose attention has spanned thus far, Huzzah!✨️

...

🚗 Want to rot your brain with each sporadic Crater City post? Join the taglist! Maybe I'll finish this wip someday, who knows! (ask to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23

#thanks for the tag!#crater city wip #about me #writing #writeblr #Honestly thinking I should let my characters run an account #just to spice my life up a bit #stimulation?#gimmie more

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crystalwillow · 4 years ago

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Hesitant

Pairing: Elijah Greene x Casey Valentine (F!MC)

A/N: Like myself, have you ever wondered what a blossoming romantic relationship with Elijah and Casey would be like? After talking it over in a group chat recently, I was inspired to take the leap and write a fiction about just that. I feel like there is going to be a lot of fluff and sweet love ahead. Enough to maybe rot your teeth and make you shed a few tears. So grab a snack, drink and a tissue or two. Maybe three. And settle down to take a sweet journey with two of our favourite residents as they realize they’re falling in love.

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It was another busy afternoon at Edenbrook, and a lot of the staffs pagers had just gone off, calling them to the ER for triage. Casey rushed towards the stairs seeing that the elevators were crowded. At the back of a long queue she saw one of her fellow residents, Elijah at the back, trying to wheel his way through the chaos. She stopped and her legs automatically turned round and carried her over.

“Okay people! Y’all who have legs and can use stairs shift it in that direction. We have doctors here that actually need to use the elevators!” she commanded loudly. Others looking at her in shock as she stopped beside Dr. Greene.

The other doctors knew she had a point and realized it would be quicker for them to take the stairs, so they hurried in that direction. Elijah smiled up at her as he wheeled himself forwards and pressed the button to call the elevator.

“Thanks Casey.”

“It was nothing. I didn’t just become a doctor to help out the people in the rooms who need our care.”

“Join me?” he asked as the elevator pinged and the doors opened. Smiling she stepped inside with him and hit the button for the ground floor.

“You know what sucks?” he asked.

“What?”

“We’re on dinner duty tonight.”

“Awesome. I’ve been wanting to cook this new pasta dish.”

Elijah smiled as he laughed, shaking his head lightly. “You can be real shameless.”

“And? So can you. When you want to be.” She replied as they headed towards the doors of the ER.

“Alright. Professional faces back on.”

“I shall see you after this Dr. Greene.”

“Copy that, Dr. Valentine.”

Casey giggled and then got straight to work at getting people’s symptoms and tagging them correctly. Though when she reached one patient, her heart dropped as she heard his voice.

“Not to sound rude, it’s extremely busy here. Please, talk.”

“I have a slight headache and a bunch of cuts and scrapes. My leg is also in extreme pain.”

Casey knew she had a job to do but she was frozen, scared to look up. It was just a coincidence, some dude had a vocal tone that was similar to her friend Bryce, she just hadn’t detected it yet.

“Casey?” Bryce said gently, wincing as he reached out to place his hand on her shoulder.

No. No. No. Damn it. It is her friend. Taking a brief moment to breathe, she turned her gaze up to him, only to gasp at the cuts and scrapes he had all over him. He smiled softly with an encouraging nod which seemed to give her enough strength to tag him correctly and move on. Once triage was complete, she waited for the other doctors to clear out before trying to leave herself. She looked at Bryce who was being seen to as she waited. As if he sensed her, he looked over and gave a smile as if to tell her he was going to be fine. She looked back at him, a sad frown etched on her face.

“I’m going to be fine Case. It’s looking like all I have is a broken leg.” He called out and smiled as he watched some happiness comeback into her being. As if some life had been put back in her with those few words. She waved and then filed out of the ER behind the last few doctors and headed back to her work.

--- That Evening ---

Casey and Elijah were at home, chilling on the couches with their gaming controllers in hand as they played Mario Kart. They were trash talking and nudging each other as they both had their competitive side starting to show.

“Haha! Eat my banana skin you stupid mushroom man! I’m going to win!” Casey exclaimed as she raced towards the finish line

“Oh yeah? Well why don’t you, eat my dust!” Elijah shouted as he used a mushroom to speed past her and cross the finish line in first place. “Hahaha! Yes! That’s what I’m talking about baby. First place! Out of nowhere.”

“Very slick Elijah. Very slick. Well done.” Casey congratulated with a smile as she placed her controller on the coffee table.

“Aw. Are we not going to do another race?” Elijah pouted

“I’d love to. But, we have dinner to cook.”

“You’re right... We should do that before the zombies return and have nothing. They’d eat us.”

“Exactly. After you.”

Elijah put his controller next to Casey’s and wheeled himself to the kitchen.

“So. Casey. You said something about a pasta dish?”

“Yeah. It’s a basic tomato and basil pasta but I want to try and put a twist to it. My own unique taste. Maybe then it could be referred to as the Casey Special.”

“Not fair! I’d know the secret too. It should be called the C&E!”

“Nope. E is what I call Ethan. During work hours it’s Dr. Ramsey, so when we hang out as friends if I say Ethan, he knows he’s in trouble.”

“Okay. Then how about... The Elijsey Special?”

“The Elijsey Special...” she pondered, looking at the sink before turning back to Elijah with a smile. “I like it.”

“Awesome! So what can I do to help?”

“How’s your experience in making a tomato and basil sauce?”

“I’m pretty good at that, believe it or not.”

“I wouldn’t doubt you for a second. Well, not when it comes to things like this. If you were to do something incredibly stupid on the other hand...”

“What? Like, I don’t know, run down the street screaming “I’m practically Taylor Swift. Watch!” then drop into a puddle, shouting the lyrics to Enchanted. Very passionately may I add.”

“That was one time Eli. And plus. Taylor Swift is one of the most powerful female figures in the entertainment industry. I was doing some promotion for her.”

“At 2am. Walking home from the bar?”

“I’ll have you know, Dr. Greene, All the best things happen with a bar, and 2am involved somehow.”

They shared a look and laugh as they continued cooking dinner. They were just plating up when the door opened and closed, a tired yet frustrated sigh following it.

“Worst. Day. EVER!”

Casey and Elijah shared a look of concern before heading out into the main area of the apartment, where they saw Sienna on the couch. Face buried in a cushion before she let out a frustrated scream. She didn’t seem to notice they were there as they shared a deeper concerned look. Things must be really bad for her to be screaming into cushions.

“Hey... Si?” Casey asked hesitantly.

“Is everything... okay?” Elijah added.

Sienna sat up and looked at them with a little bit of shock.

“Oh! Casey. Elijah. Hi.. I um, I forgot you were home first. I.. Sorry about... all that.”

“Don’t apologize for having feelings.” Casey said as she sat next to their friend

“Yeah. Everyone has them, and if you don’t let them out things get real ugly. Fast.”

“But you guys have never seen me like this before. It’s embarrassing.”

“That may be true. But Elijah and I just finished dinner. Why don’t we sit at the table. You can rant to us about everything that’s made today horrible and then afterwards we’ll watch some movies.”

“I’ll watch movies if we can finish with a Star Wars film.”

Sienna looked back and forth between her roommates, a small smile graced her delicate features.

“That... Sounds like exactly what I need actually. Do we have wine?”

“Only the best red money can buy to accompany a pasta dish.”

“You guys made pasta?!”

“Yup. And the tomato sauce was made by yours truly. So if it tastes amazing... It was all me.”

Casey laughed and playfully shoved Elijah’s shoulder as she passed him to the kitchen and put 3 plates on a tray, carrying it to the table. Elijah followed behind with the wine and the glasses, setting them out and pouring them all a glass as they settled into enjoy the meal. Sienna ate a mouthful of pasta, groaning in bliss.

“You guys. This is amazing.”

Casey and Elijah smiled at each other before turning back to their friend and accepting the compliment with a thanks, and together they all tucked in as Sienna ranted about her day. It sounded rough. She talked about how she had 2 patients die, charts getting mixed up when she knew she put them in the right places. And so much more that made her mood extremely valid. After the meal, just as Casey said, they all sat around the TV and watched movies. Sienna had made herself comfortable in a chair with her blanket. Elijah and Casey sat on the couch, Casey resting her head on Elijah’s shoulder. His heart racing at the close proximity and one question in particular raced through his mind. Does she like me too?

Elijah had liked Casey for a while but didn’t want to accidently blur the lines and ruin the good friendship they’d built. She wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him as she looked up and smiled at him. God, there it was. That sweet smile that matched the scent of her perfume perfectly. After a moment he looked down and smiled back at her as his arm naturally went round her shoulder, hugging her closer. A couple of movies passed before Sienna started falling asleep, saying goodnight to her roommates, and going to her bedroom. Jackie had made it home by now and was at the table eating her dinner. Casey and Elijah finished the movie they were watching and in that time Jackie had finished her food, disappearing to her room for the night as well. Casey sat up, stretching as the movie finished.

“I’m going to the toilet. Then I’ll grab us some more drinks and snacks so we can watch that Star Wars movie yeah?”

“Sounds great!”

Casey left to sort herself and everything out before coming back, cuddling on the couch with Elijah again. They were quite a way through the movie when Casey turned to look at Elijah after feeling his breathing change. She smiled softly and paused the movie, moving carefully to pick him up, turning round carrying him to his room to put him to bed. She then went back and cleared everything away, washed the dishes and was about to wheel Elijah’s chair to his room and leave it by his bed, when the door opened, and an extremely tired Aurora walked in.

“Hey.” Casey greeted softly.

“Hey.” Aurora smiled tiredly.

“Your dinner’s in the kitchen. Me and Elijah made tomato and basil pasta”

“Thanks. I’ll try to keep my eyes open long enough to eat it.”

The two chuckled, then Casey headed off with Elijah’s chair before going to bed herself. She had just closed her eyes when her phone rang. Groaning she answered it.

“This better be important because I just got into bed.”

“Casey... It’s Bryce. You need to come to the hospital. Now.”

Hearing the urgency in Bryce’s tone, she hung up and put her phone down. Grabbing the closest pair of sneakers, she slid her feet into them, tying the laces. Having only enough time to grab her phone and keys, before rushing out of the door. When she arrived at Edenbrook, she quickly found Bryce sitting in the main atrium with his leg in a cast and crutches beside him.

“What’s up?”

“It’s Dr. Ramsey.”

“What about him?”

“He’s in the ER going nuts!”

“Over what?”

“Nobody knows! He just stormed in and...” at a loss for words Bryce just gestured his hands.

“So why call me?”

“Dr. Banerji requested it. Not even he can calm Ethan down, and well he knows you and Ethan sort of.. just get each other.”

Sighing and pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes and rubbing, Casey sighed as she shook her head.

“I’ll see if I can help. But I’m not making any promises.”

Casey turned and headed to the ER walking through the door and was met with a wall of chaos and shouting. Looking around she found Ethan at the foot of a bed, yelling at a nurse to work faster. The nurse looked terrified as her hands trembled trying to get the IV line steady and positioned properly. Sighing she walked over and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“Ethan.” She sighed sadly.

He turned and looked beside him but just shrugged Casey’s arm off. Too enraged over whatever it was to even speak back, he moved on. Casey sighed deeper knowing she’d have to bring out the theatrics.

“Ethan please.” She pleaded following him, sadness and desperation in her voice.

Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose he turned around. “What is it, Rookie?”

“Not here please. Somewhere... private.”

He looked down into her eyes that she had molded into perfect pools of sadness and confusion. He closed his own eyes for a brief moment, biting his lip before telling her to follow him. Together they walked towards the exit, nurses and doctors alike silently thanking her with subtle nods of their heads. They reached Ethan’s personal office and he shut the door behind them.

“What is it? What’s happened?” “That’s what I should be asking you Dr. Ramsey.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do. Why did you go into the ER and just start shouting. That isn’t you Ethan. Not even when your super stressed about a case do you do that.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe I’m not the amazing person you draw me up to be Casey.”

“What? Of course you are. Okay... so you have a prickly side. But so does everyone.”

“No they don’t Casey. Not like I do.”

“Ethan please. Sto-”

“NO CASEY. YOU STOP! STOP TRYING TO MAKE ME HAPPY. STOP TRYING TO SEE THE GOOD IN ME. JUST STOP TRYING WITH ME. WHILST YOU STILL HAVE THE FUCKING CHANCE!”

She was taken aback for a moment at his harsh tone towards her but as he continued shouting, her resolve hardened, and she punched him full force in both arms. He glared at her then continued shouting. She hated resorting to it, but she pulled her hand back and with a little jump to help boost her higher, she slapped him round the face. Leaving a handprint behind. Shocked, Ethan stopped talking almost immediately and stared at her.

“Fucking finally.” She retorts annoyed, rolling her eyes.

“Did you... Did you just JUMP to slap me?”

“So what if I did. You needed to shut the fuck up so you can listen.”

For about another hour, they sat and hashed out what was making Ethan so angry in that moment. At the end of it he was exhausted and yawning like a baby.

“You should get home Ethan. Get some sleep before tomorrow.”

“I guess so.” He said as he let out another yawn. “Let me drop you home though. You shouldn’t be walking alone at this time of night.

“Thanks.” Casey smiled sweetly and headed to the atrium to wait for him to change and come down.

“Ah! Dr. Valentine.”

Casey turned at the mention of her name and saw a brightly smiling but very tired eyed Dr. Banerji walking towards her.

“Dr. Valentine. Thank you for coming here so late. I know it’s a terrible inconvenience.”

“No. It’s no trouble at all. Anything for my friends.” she replied, stifling a yawn behind her hand.

“As a thank you, don’t worry about starting your next shift at 7am. Come in for 1pm. You need the rest you deserve, and it is late.”

“Oh, Dr. Banerji... I- I don’t know if I can...”

“Nonsense. I’ve already watched Ethan do this. I’m not letting you do it too. You’re going home and you’re going to rest. And by rest I mean sleep.”

Casey opened her mouth to protest but stopped when she saw Ethan coming over and just gave a smile and curt nod to Naveen. After saying goodbye’s and Naveen turning down a lift home from Ethan about 6 times, Casey left with her mentor and they headed to her apartment. Ethan parked on the curb and said one more thank you to Casey before they shared a hug, Casey heading inside. When she got to her room, she fell into her bed and went to sleep instantly.

The next day it was close to 10:25am when Casey stumbled tiredly from her room, heading to the kitchen to get coffee before getting ready for work. She knew Naveen had said 1pm, but she was up earlier than that so she may as well head in as soon as she can.

“Casey?” Elijah questioned as he came out the kitchen with a drink of his own.

“Oh. Hey Eli” she smiled with a yawn.

“I thought you started at 7 today? You’re late.”

“No.” Casey shook her head. “I got called to the hospital last night after you fell asleep. Dr. Banerji all but ordered I go in for 1pm.”

Elijah chuckled. That sounded exactly like Naveen.

“In that case. Could we talk about something before you leave?”

“Could I get my coffee first?”

“Obviously. I’m not a monster”

Casey grinned and went into the kitchen, brewing herself a cup of coffee before joining Elijah on the couch they shared the previous night.

“So. What’s going on Dr. Greene?” she smiled, sipping her coffee

“Well... Are you good with feelings talk?”

“I talk with patients about them all the time. I’m all ears. Whatever it’s about.”

Elijah hesitated before sighing deeply, trouble clouding his eyes.

“The thing here is. It’s about you. And my feelings regarding you.”

“Oh. Have I done something to upset you? Was I supposed to remove your jeans before tucking you in?”

“So that’s how I got to my room. I thought I’d fell asleep elsewhere.” Elijah chuckled. “But no. it’s nothing bad.”

Casey sighed a breath of relief but then confusion crossed her face. “Then what is it?”

“I.... I think I should just come out and say it. I like you Casey. And not just as a friend. I like like you.”

Casey sat in stunned silence as she reveled in his admission. She too had felt something between them. She just wasn’t sure what it was, so never acted upon it beyond a friendship. Though she had no idea he felt the same way. If she even felt what he was feeling that is.

“Casey...”

“Hm? Oh yeah. I’m still here.”

“Are you... okay?”

“I’m fine.” She reassured and drank more of her coffee, watching as Elijah’s face fell.

“You don’t feel the same do you?”

“Elijah-”

“And I’ve just ruined our friendship by admitting my feelings.”

“No Elijah you ha-”

“This was stupid of me. Why would you want to date the guy in the wheelchair? When you can have any number of fully able bodied men at the hospital who could ta-”

“Elijah. Will you stop?!” Casey placed her mug back on the table and grabbed his hands, pulling herself closer to him. He stopped rambling and looked up into her eyes before grinning sheepishly.

“Sorry.” He apologized

“I... I feel something for you.”

“Y-you do?!”

“Yeah. I... just don’t know what it is.”

Elijah looked at their hands briefly before looking back up.

“Would you want to... go on a date?”

“I.... Yeah. I’d like that.” She smiled. Elijah smiled back at her, squeezing her hand lightly and she squeezed back.

“After my shift? I finish at 9:30, maybe we could make a last minute plan to do something?”

“How about I cook for us.”

“Elijah you cooked last night.”

“Not for the whole apartment. Just for us, silly.”

Casey smiled, blushing lightly at her early morning dumbness.

“Oh right. ... Of course.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Nope. You make the choices. I’ll just enjoy the meal, and the company.”

Elijah smiled at her one last time before they hugged and Casey got ready for work, heading out to catch the train across town. She arrived at Edenbrook and strolled up to the diagnostics office, she entered the room as the team was in the middle of a differential.

“Nice for you to finally join us, Dr. Valentine.” Ethan commented with a soft smile

“Sorry, Dr. Ramsey. I was on a train when you paged.”

The team gave her a baffled look before shrugging and getting back to work, filling Casey in. Nothing was going to bring her down. Well... unless something really tragic happened of course. But for now she was going to focus on work and her date with Elijah later that evening.

Later that night she was about to clock out when a nurse came running up to her.

“Dr. Valentine!”

She turned to them, fully alert.

“Sarah? What is it?”

“It’s Dr. Varma. Quick.”

Eyes widening she followed Sarah to where Jackie was leaning against the wall, hyperventilating and sweating profusely.

“Jackie?”

Casey looked on worriedly as Jackie could only spare a quick 1 second glance before looking at the floor again and passing out as she breathlessly said 2 words. “I’m..... fine....” then her world went black, Casey rushing to close the short distance between them before she hit the floor.

“Sarah I need you to find a spare bed asap. I’ll page for help.”

Nodding, Sarah rushed off in search of a free bed, whilst Casey paged Baz and Zaid for help. Within minutes the twin doctors were there as Sarah came back with a bed, stopping it beside Jackie and applying the breaks. Together Baz and Zaid lifted her onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable and covered with a blanket.

“Casey. What happened?” Baz asked

“I don’t know. I was about to clock out, then head off home to get ready for my date tonight. That’s when Sarah ran up to me, informing me something was wrong with Dr. Varma. I arrived on scene seconds later, she seemed to be having a panic attack. All I got from her were the words “I’m fine.” before she passed out.”

“Well clearly, she wasn’t fine!” Zaid snapped.

“Alright bro, calm down please. She isn’t a doctor right now. She’s a patient. We need to treat her as such.”

Zaid wiped his hands over his face with a sigh, knowing his brother was right. He turned to Casey and gave her a tight nod.

“We’ll take it from here. Don’t keep your date waiting. Go.”

Shocked, Casey left the room and the hospital before Zaid could change his mind. She got outside and quickly caught up with Bryce.

“Don’t tell me you actually went to work today.” She chuckled

He turned his head to her and gave a smile. “Of course I did! Not even a broken leg will stop these magic hands from saving lives. Give me a chair and I’m fine.”

Casey laughed brightly beside him as they stopped before parting ways.

“Never change Bryce Lahela. Never change.”

“I don’t plan on it.” He grinned.

Casey grinned back and then they said goodbye to each other and headed home. When she walked inside, Casey smelt something delicious but didn’t dare go to the kitchen and peak, so instead she headed straight to her room grabbing a towel, and getting in the shower instead to wash off the sweat and grime from the days work. After that she felt refreshed, and ready for her date night with Elijah. She opened her closet looking for something to wear, when that feeling settled in. She clutched her stomach and closed her eyes tightly trying to will the butterflies away, but she couldn’t. She was nervous and turning into a sweaty mess. She didn’t want to mess this up. She looked through her dresses, but they all seemed too professional for a date. So she turned to another section, skimming through when she gasped. She smiled at the navy blue jumpsuit with a gold waistbelt. “I forgot I had this.” she muttered to herself as she took it out and off the hanger. This is what she would wear. She put it on, done her hair and makeup then picked out a cute pair of sneakers to pair with the outfit. There was no way her feet would fit back into another pair of heels now. She sat on her bed picking up her phone as it dinged. She smiled when she saw a message from Jackie. Thank goodness she was going to be okay. She typed out a quick reply as a knock sounded on her door. Placing her phone on the bedside table, she opened the door to Elijah who was dressed in a dress shirt and tie, his regular jeans dressing the look down a little but still ensuring he looked somewhat formal. His jaw dropped as he drank in Casey’s appearance. She giggled a little as his eyes roamed her body in a show of adoration.

“Hi.” She smiled

“You’re absolutely gorgeous...”

In the moment of silence that followed, Casey blushed as Elijah continued to stare at her in awe. She cleared her throat briefly then resumed her smile.

“You look very handsome tonight.”

“Yeah... But compared to you... Ahem. Excuse me... Um, dinner’s ready.” He smiled shyly

“After you.” She smiled and followed him to their dining table where he had set up the cutest romantic scene she’d seen in a while.

“Oh! Elijah.. this is...”

“Is it too much?”

“No.” she said shaking her head. “It’s beautiful.”

Elijah grinned and helped Casey into her seat, plates of steaming hot food already at the table. It looked delicious. Chicken fillets, potatoes, vegetable, gravy. It was then Casey realized how hungry she was as her stomach growled loudly, causing a furious blush to spread up her neck and onto her cheeks.

“Uh.. sorry about that. I haven’t really stopped today..” she said shyly, and Elijah chuckled.

“It’s okay.” He reassured and they dug into the meal. After a few bites, Elijah spoke up again. “Is it okay?”

Casey nodded as she swallowed the bite she just took. “I’m not just saying this because we’re on a date. It’s delicious! The flavors are amazing!”

He grinned brightly at her comment and they finished the main dish.

“Dessert?” he asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Did you make some?”

“Of course.”

“Then I’d love some!” Casey smiled and Elijah took their plates to the kitchen and came back with two bowls of dessert, placing Casey’s in front of her first. She gasped when she saw what it was.

“Eli?!”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile as he put his own bowl on the table.

“You... You remembered?” She said, choking on her emotion. Elijah just smiled with a nod in response, Casey leaning over the table and kissing his cheek making him freeze momentarily before smiling shyly and blushing as they dug into their chocolate cake and cream. The rest of the night went smoothly, conversation flowing freely. They quizzed each other on their medical knowledge during dessert, then moved to the couch where they told each other more about their home lives, and growing up. As the night drew to a close Elijah smiled at Casey.

“I guess I should walk you home.”

“How gentlemanly of you.” Casey grinned as she rose to her feet. Together they made their way to Casey’s room.

“Well...” She smiled, pointing to her bedroom door. “This is me.”

They came to a stop and smiled at each other.

“I had a wonderful time tonight Casey.”

“Me too. You’re a great guy Eli. Would you... want to do this again sometime?”

“Yes! ... I mean, yes. I’d love to do this again.”

Casey smiled brightly, bending down and giving him a kiss on the lips good night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said softly opening her door.

“Y-yeah. See you tomorrow Case.”

He watched as Casey went into her room and shut the door. He stared at the closed door for a while as he touched his lips, still feeling hers present before smiling to himself.

“Goodnight Casey!” he called through the door, it opened again, and Casey poked her head out.

“Goodnight Elijah.” She replied with a smile then shut her door.

That night Elijah went to bed with a smile on his face, knowing he’d hit the jackpot and was now dating the most beautiful doctor at Edenbrook.

#playchoices #pixelberry studios #choices stories you play #dr elijah greene #elijah greene #pixelberry open heart #open heart fanfictions #open heart elijah #elijah x casey #elijah greene fanfiction

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crazy-loca-blog · 2 years ago

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Just a nice reminder from a reader

I've lately discovered a few fic authors mainly through reblogs, hashtags or because of those “Based on your likes” type of posts (I haven't read all of them yet, but I know who you are).

If you want your fics to be read, don't stick to the hashtags to promote them. Maybe you have no idea, but a lot of people in the Open Heart fandom actually blocked them years ago because they were a constant flow of hate, so they don't see what happens there.

Instead, tag accounts like @choicesficwriterscreations or @openheartfanfiction (or @openheartheadcanons if you write HC and @openheartfanart if you don't write, but you express yourself through other forms of art). You may also schedule time zone reblogs as many authors do, or just ask your mutuals to read, share and comment your work, I'm sure they'll be glad to help you.

We (readers) try to do our best to support writers, but many times we don't see everything that happens in the fandom.

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rattlerinthewheel · 3 years ago

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Which one of you talked with me about Charlie Hunnam and Elijah Wood from Green Street Hooligans? I’m revoking my statement on not being a Pete/Matt fan. Am now. Probably gonna write about it.

#green street hooligans #charlie hunnam #elijah wood #charlie hunnam fanfiction

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liaromancewriter · 2 years ago

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Bowling Blues

Premise: Cassie and her friends go bowling to blow off some steam on a weekday.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Cassie Valentine, OH Gang Rating/Category: General. Fluff Format: Text and Pic Fic

A/N: Submission for @choices-september-challenge-blog Day 3 Picture prompt. This is set early in Book 2, likely after Evelyn the painter.

Part 1: Weekday Plans

Part 2: Let’s Bowl

Part 3: Down Shift

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

Ethan & Cassie only: @custaroonie @lady-calypso

@openheartfanfics

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #playchoices fanfics #playchoices fanfiction #cassie valentine #oh gang #sienna trinh #bryce lahela #jackie varma #aurora emery #elijah greene

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openheartappreciationweek · 2 years ago

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OH Appreciation Week Masterlist

Thank you to everyone that participated in Open Heart Appreciation Week!

Missed a post? Catch up on daily masterlists using the links below.

Day 1 - Your MC

Day 2 - Resident Life

Day 3 - Family Found

Day 4 - Relationship Meter

Day 5 - Alternate Universe

Day 6 - Future Endeavors

Day 7 - Free Day

We hope you enjoyed catching up on old and new OH content. Late submissions will be accepted for reblog until March 31.

Make sure you check out Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week starting April 1!

Other Choices fandom events can be found at @choicesmonthlychallenge.

#open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #playchoices #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #bryce lahela #ethan ramsey #sienna trinh #tobias carrick #aurora emery #jackie varma #elijah greene #rafael aveiro

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terrm9 · 4 years ago

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Count Me In (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 3 800 Warnings: none. this is just pure fluff and I like to believe that there are also funny parts.

Author’s note: I had an idea about the gang roasting Ethan for a long time and Chapter 17 made me write this (set some days after the chapter). It was supposed to be just the gang making fun of Ethan, but in the end I got a little bit carried away and it’s basically Bryce Lahela appreciation post oops

Getting dressed for their roommates Sunday brunch has been filled with a newfound nervousness this Sunday. Yesterday evening, as Sienna and Aurora were discussing whether they would make waffles or pancakes and Jackie added that Bryce and Kyra would be joining them, so they need to make more of anything that would be served, Elijah subtly nodded towards the girls and then turned to Chiara with a wide grin on his lips.

“We were actually thinking about inviting Dr. Ramsey too, now that you guys are official and everything. We know that Sundays are his days off too.”

Chiara’s eyes widened at the offer, not sure if they were joking or not.

They were not.

And so now she was sitting in her room, ready to eat and drink while also comforting her… boyfriend? Partner? What was he?

Whatever he was, she was comforting Ethan through the phone, secretly smiling at his nervous rambling about the wine he was planning to bring and sweater he was wearing (‘Is it too formal? Or should I wear something more formal? My white Oxford?’)

“Deep breaths, Ethan. Jackie is probably going to stay in her pajamas the whole day, so there really isn’t a dresscode. Just wear whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“Okay. Yes, of course, whatever I am comfortable in,” he muttered, and Chiara could hear Jenner’s barking in the background and then a soft thud, muting the dog’s calling. “I am leaving the apartment now, so I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

As Chiara hung up, she heard new voices coming from the living room, indicating that Kyra and Bryce were already there. She decided to take the chance and talk to her friends before Ethan comes.

After hugging both Kyra and Bryce and helping Sienna set the table, Chiara took a deep breath and said: “Ethan will be here any minute now. Please, please, please guys, be nice to him, okay? He is so nervous, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable.”

Bryce smiled sweetly and nodded, while Sienna replied: “Don’t worry Chiara, we will be nice, stuffing his mouth with the best pancakes he’s ever eaten and smiling politely. No worries.”

“Exactly,” Kyra nodded in agreement. “We would never do anything to embarrass you.”

“Or him,” Jackie added, smiling all too innocently for Chiara to believe a word of what they were saying.

Before she could inquire any further, the soft knock on the front door disturbed them and all she could do was to shoot everyone a deadly glare before opening a door.

“Hey, handsome,” she whispered with a smile as she spotted Ethan standing in the hall. He was wearing a knitted cream-color sweater and dark jeans, a bottle of wine in his hand.

He kissed her softly before stepping into the apartment, trying his best to maintain his usual attitude of composed, distant Dr. Ramsey they all knew.

I am still their boss. I shouldn’t be nervous about having an early lunch with them.

“Dr. Ramsey!” Sienna jumped out of living room before Chiara could even try to calm him down. “We are all so happy you decided to join us. Come in, everything is ready.”

Glancing at Chiara one more time, Ethan moved to the living room, where all of Chiara’s friends have already been seated around large dining table.

The room was filled with sweet aroma of freshly-made pancakes, maple syrup and raspberry jam, whipped cream and coffee. He handed the bottle of wine to Sienna.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he finally said as he sat down on the chair next to Chiara. “The pancakes look delicious. Which one of you is such a good cook? I know for sure it’s not Chiara,” he couldn’t help but tease.

She smacked his arm lightly but didn’t say anything, knowing rather well that Ethan was right.

“Sienna is the best cook and baker of all of us,” Elijah smiled just as Sienna made her way to the table, the bottle of wine already open. “This is hers and Aurora’s work.”

“Yeah, I was even more terrible cook than Chiara when I moved in and ever since Sienna discovered the fact, she’s been giving me private lessons. Today, I’ve learned to make pancakes,” Aurora chuckled.

With everyone seated, they started to fill their plates with pancakes and fruit and chocolate chips, the room filled with sounds of cutlery meeting plates and occasional sipping of wine.

“This wine is really good, Dr. Ramsey,” Jackie nodded in approval. “I never took you for an expert on wine.”

He chuckled softly at that and after swallowing his bite, he answered: “I am not, but I thought you aren’t such big fans of whiskey as I am. Few years ago, it was the last year of my residency I think, I saved the man who owns vineyards in Tuscany and he sends me few bottles of the wine every year, no matter how many times I tell him there is no need to do so. I brought some more, it’s in the trunk of my car. I’ll go grab it.”

Chiara beamed at his words, thankful to her friends for actually sticking to their words and acting nice. Ethan’s hand found Chiara’s knee under the table and he gave it a light squeeze, their own way of communicating without attracting the attention of others.

Another silence followed, however not an awkward one, rather simply comfortable silence between people enjoying the good food and company of each other.

Thank God they are not embarrassing us-

Before she could finish her thankful thought, Bryce cleared his throat and spoke.

“Surely you understand, Dr. Ramsey, that now that you and Chiara are officially together, we need to ask you some questions to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.”

Ethan swallowed the pancake a little bit harder than he normally would, but he knew how important these people were to Chiara and also how important Chiara was to him, and so he simply nodded.

Meanwhile, Chiara put her fork down loudly and exclaimed: “What the fuck, Bryce?”

She looked around the table only to see all of her friends smiling mischievously and it all clicked.

They invited Ethan for the brunch so that they could roast him. That was also the reason why Bryce and Kyra made sure to come too.

“What? Your mum asked as to do so,” Bryce shrugged.

“No she didn’t,” Chiara shook her head, throwing murderous glances at her so called best friend Bryce Lahela.

“Okay, no, she didn’t, I made that up,” he admitted, grinning. “But I am sure she will be happy to know that your boyfriend passed the test.”

“Just shut up, Lahela. We are leaving,” she gritted her teeth. She could feel her cheeks flushing and hot at the word ‘boyfriend’ that Bryce used so easily. Even she didn’t dare to call Ethan her boyfriend yet!

She turned her head to look at Ethan and to her surprise, he was leaning against the chair, amused smile on his lips.

As he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, he said: “It’s okay, Chiara. I can answer the questions. I am an open book.”

At that, Chiara snorted loudly and murmured: “No you are not.”

“Bring the questions on then, Dr. Lahela,” Ethan nodded in the young surgeon’s direction. “As long as they are not too private, I am pretty sure I can pass your test.”

He wasn’t sure, of course. He was even more nervous than before and all the terrible scenarios ran through his head faster than Jenner ran while hounding squirrel in the park.

But to fake a confidence was his only weapon right now and he made sure to use it.

“Great, I’ll start then,” Bryce smiled even wider and Chiara clenched her hands into fists to not to wipe that smirk off his face. No matter how hard Bryce tried to explain that what they were about to do was for her own good, she knew that her friends stupidly enjoyed the position they were in right now.

Because right now, Ethan Ramsey wasn’t their boss. Right now, he was Chiara’s boyfriend and an intruder in their group and they could tease him and roast him and use all those sarcastic comments he’s been using their whole intern year on them, on him.

She crossed her arms on her chest and waited for Bryce’s question.

“I’ll start lightly, we don’t want to scare you in the beginning after all. We all know you are an outstanding diagnostician – I mean, even I have read parts of the textbook you wrote – and that’s pretty cool, sure. But what are the other things you are good at? Can you dance? Sing? Swim? Can you offer more than just your abilities to diagnose everyone?”

“There’s no ‘just’ in his abilities to diagnose,” Chiara barked at him, the need to protect Ethan stronger than anything else. She couldn’t let them scare him. She knew better then them about his habit of running away when things get too hard or too uncomfortable and right now, the amount of ‘uncomfortable’ in the room was enough even for her to run away.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have too much time to do anything big other than being doctor, the free time is precious commodity for me. Answering your suggestions, I can dance, yes. Singing? Probably not, but I have never had a chance to hear anyone’s opinion as I don’t sing in front people. And yes, I can swim too. Other than that, I like to think that I am rather good cook-“

“Oh, you cook?” Elijah interrupted him. “For how many people do you usually cook?”

“Just myself, usually,” Ethan shrugged, confusion clear on his face. On the other hand, Chiara knew very well where Elijah was heading and despite being terribly angry at them, she had to grin. “Sometimes for two people, when someone comes over for dinner.”

“Do you think you would could cook for, let’s say, eight people?”

“I think I would be capable of doing that, yes.”

“Great! You are welcome to crash in anytime you want and cook anything you would like to for us. I am so tired of living on ramen and plain pasta,” Elijah sighed and at that, everyone let out a short laugh. “However, sorry to disturb you. What else besides cooking?”

“I don’t know. I am good at learning languages, I guess. I speak German, Italian, French, Spanish and at the moment am learning Swedish.”

“Holy crap, that’s a lot of languages,” Kyra whistled under her breath.

“I choose wisely on what I spend my free time on and what occupies my mind. But when I choose something – learning a language, learning a new recipe, dating someone – I make it my priority and I am trying to give my everything into it. I once said to Chiara that I make it my mission to be good at everything I try and so I can assure you that I am willing to try my hardest to be a boyfriend Chiara deserves,” he answered nonchalantly, looking right into Bryce’s eyes at the word boyfriend.

He smiled at Chiara and kissed her temple, while Sienna whispered something like ‘that was so beautiful’ at the same time Jackie muttered ‘that was so sweet I might get cavities’.

“You are doing better than we expected, Dr. Ramsey,” Kyra smiled with devilish spark in her eyes. “But now it’s my turn to ask questions. You made sure to let us know that you, indeed, are capable of bunch of things but there also must be something you cannot do. Something you are seriously absolutely terrible at.”

Chiara couldn’t help it – she was beginning to enjoy this little show. It has probably everything to do with the fact that Ethan was handling the situation so well and wasn’t showing any signs of an escape.

“There is one thing that comes to my mind but Chiara already knows about it.”

“Oooh, so it’s a matter of an… intimate nature? You don’t have to share that, of course.”

Ethan choked on the sip of a wine he was just having and his eyes widened at the obvious misinterpretation of his words. The tips of his ears turned bright red and Chiara – more and more relaxed every minute – had to add her friends that have been viciously laughing at the sight.

“No! Jesus Christ that’s absolutely not what I was saying. I just thought it wouldn’t be important to share as Chiara already knows about it and still decided to give me a chance. But if you must know, I am seriously absolutely terrible at making… pancakes. I never get them right. That’s why I am so impressed by whomever made these,” he gestured at the table, where the rest of pancakes laid.

“I can teach you!” Sienna squealed. “It’s seriously so easy once you get it.”

“I am afraid it will not work, Dr. Trinh. My father tried to teach me, Youtube tutorial tried to teach me and still, my every attempt fails.”

“Please,” Aurora stepped into the conversation. “If she could teach me, she can definitely teach you. Next brunch, you are learning with her and I will be watching,” she grinned.

Aurora was nervous about this brunch. She was excited for Chiara and she was even more excited to enjoy a little bit of fun by teasing Ramsey, but even more she was terrified of what it would feel like to talk to him about anything else but work, knowing that he dated her aunt for six years.

Harper has made it clear, several times, that her time with Ethan has been more about physical attraction and supporting each other’s careers than affection, just as she admitted to Aurora that she knows Ethan Ramsey and she has known that his relationship with Chiara wasn’t simply professional for a long time. When Aurora asked her about her opinion on the new couple, Harper simply smirked and said that she was happy Ethan found someone who could tame his stubbornness.

Knowing that neither Harper nor Ethan felt any kind of hatred, jealousy or anger towards each other, she felt more relaxed about him coming as her friend’s partner. Yet, until this moment, when she teased him herself, about something as mundane as pancakes, she couldn’t get rid of a certain tension in her body.

But now, laughing at his expression as she suggested that he should learn to make pancakes with Sienna, she knew – even without any further investigation – that Ethan was a good man for Chiara.

“Okay, so you can’t make pancakes. Bruh,” Kyra rolled her eyes. “What else? You can’t be good at everything.”

“I am also rather terrible at drawing. Every time I am with a child patient with a broken leg or arm, I just hope they don’t ask me to draw something on their cast. For so many years I refused to draw anything and when they insisted, I tried to draw what they asked me to draw and they were so disappointed. Some of them even cried, that’s how ugly those drawing were,” he chuckled to himself, deep in his own thoughts and memories. “I decided to step it up a little bit a few years ago and after many, many Youtube tutorials, I can now draw a decent cat, dog, princess, car and dragon. So now, there are five different pens in the pocket of my coat and every time a child asks me to draw something on their cast, I pull the pens out and say ‘Okay little buddy, I have a red pen that can draw a nice car. I have a pink one that can draw a princess. I have a blue one for a dog and an orange one, which can draw a cat. And at last I have a green one and that one can draw an impressive dragon. You have to choose one of the pens’. Usually, that does the trick and for the last three years, nobody cried after I finished the drawing.”

He finished with a small laugh and looked around the table, only to find Bryce, Jackie and Elijah grinning, Aurora smiling softly, Sienna wiping her tears with a napkin and Chiara staring right back at him, her eyes filled with so much affection it warmed his heart.

“I wanted to hear something embarrassing and you proved that you are even better man than we expected. That’s not fair, Dr. Ramsey.”

“I think it’s okay for all of you to call me Ethan at this point,” he replied, ignoring Kyra’s compliment. He didn’t want to blush. “I probably won’t even be your attending much longer.”

There was a slight shift in the mood as the weight of his word settled down on them. Edenbrook was doomed and they all knew that the damage was beyond repair at this point, but right now, they didn’t want to talk about that.

Therefore Jackie decided to step in and turned to Ethan: “Okay, Ethan. I know you said you don’t have spare free time, but when you do and you decide not to learn anything, when you just want to relax, if you know what that word means, what do you do? How do you relax?”

“I have a dog which needs to be walked twice a day. I take him with me when I go for my morning run and then I walk with him through the park every evening I can. It makes an hour in my day, but it’s a relaxing hour. When I decide to relax at home, I usually read a book. Historical novels and poetry, mostly.”

Jackie wanted so badly to find something in his answer that she could tease him about, but really, there was nothing. This man was both, pretty impressing and pretty boring.

“You are a successful, famous, rich doctor,” Sienna smiled at him. “So, cards on the table now. What is your weakness? You know, those vices that successful, rich people have? What is it that you can’t resist? Beautiful women? Fast cars? Yachts? Golfing? Watches that cost more than my kidney? Tell us.”

Chiara shook her head in amusement, not expecting that kind of question from Sienna, of all people. However, she was curious too. She knew it wouldn’t be yachts nor golfing, but what are his vices? And so she didn’t even try to salvage him from answering.

“Well, I think it’s pretty obvious that I have a weakness for one particular beautiful woman,” he answered without missing a beat, pulling Chiara closer to him. “Other than that, I don’t think something will come to my mind. Yachts and golf, Christ no. I despise those activities. Fast cars? There might be something about that. I have a dream car, Mercedes C 300. I almost bought it, but it’s sedan and it’s too small for me. There was no space for my legs and getting in and out would be a torture. As my father like to say, I am too tall for my dream car. But I like the one I have now, it’s a reliable car,” he shrugged, not knowing what else to say. Yes, his car was incredibly expensive and probably luxurious, but he bought it because it was elegant and reliable and didn’t attract too much attention.

“If I would have to choose a vice of mine, it would probably be whiskey in the end. Sometimes I surprise myself with how much money I am willing to pay for a good bottle of whiskey.”

“Okay, you are a decent guy with a brain of Tesla and almost as little bad attributes as me,” Bryce sighed dramatically. “Do you at least snore?”

“Okay Bryce, now you are just nosy,” Aurora laughed. “You don’t need to know that.”

“I don’t, but Chiara does! She is going to spend nights with him!”

“I already know that, Bryce,” Chiara rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t.”

Ethan lowered himself so that nobody else but Chiara could hear him and whispered: “But you do.”

She turned to him with her eyebrows raised, the silent question visible on her face.

Are you serious, Ramsey?

“Okay, I guess we should let you go for now. Next time, I’ll be asking about your teenage years, med school parties you attended, if you ever got arrested and the sex positions you prefer,” Bryce grinned, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned into the chair.

“I am not going to discuss the last one with you.”

“So you just agreed to discuss the other topics!”

“No.”

Bryce pouted at him and disappointed, added: “Okay, I won’t bring a marriage and kids up, either. I will probably leave those for Diana.”

“Diana?!” Chiara sang out. “Since when are you on first name terms with my mother, Lahela?”

“It just happened,” Bryce shrugged carelessly, finishing his glass of wine. “I told you the women can’t resist my charm. She is no exception.”

Chiara wanted to make a remark about not needing to know about the charm Bryce used on her mother, but stopped herself when she noticed how Bryce’s face was slightly pink and he still held the empty glass near his lips to hide the fact.

She knew what it was all about. Bryce Lahela was her best friend and knew all about her secrets and problems and also everything about her past. And she knew about his.

When she decided to spend her two free weeks in the summer after her intern year back home, in San Francisco, she invited Bryce to go with her. He agreed gladly and while their fourteen days in Chiara’s house, he became incredibly close with both, her mother and her younger sister Alicia.

For Bryce, Diana Ray was a mother he never had. They called each other at least once a week, he would send her postcards from all of his trips and she would send him presents for Christmas and birthday in return.

For Diana, Bryce Lahela was a son she lost six years ago. Chiara’s brother Liam, along with her father died in a car crash and being with Bryce felt like being with her brother again. And she knew that her mum felt the same way. After all those years, she had a ‘young handsome man’ to call, to care for, to be proud of again.

A pang of guilt found its way into Chiara’s chest as she realized that this whole brunch idea was Bryce’s idea and that it might have been an opportunity to roast Ethan for others, but for Bryce, it was exactly what he said it was. It was making sure that his little sister would be taken care of with the man she chose.

It was making sure that this time, Ramsey wouldn’t break her heart and leave.

‘We need to make sure that your intentions with Chiara are absolutely pure.’

He meant it.

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Newly Added Fics

Jan 14 - 20, 2023

BRYCE X F!MC / F!OC

A Winter's Walk - @storyofmychoices ☁

Bryce and Olivia take an evening walk in the park following a snow storm.

BRYCE X M!MC

Bar and Jukebox - @mydemonsdrivealimo ☁

Bryce goes with Jensen to visit his hometown.

ETHAN X F!MC / F!OC

A New Life - @potionsprefect ☁

Luke and Lily are welcomed into the world. [Domestic; Family]

Always - @txemrn 🦚

After Tatum throws a New Year's Eve party, Ethan finds a way to make the night memorable. TW: Major Character Death

Dinner For Two - @liaromancewriter 📱📷

Cassie plans a date night at home, but things go awry. [Date]

Fast Break - @trappedinfanfiction 📚🛸

[mini: completed] A second year resident and a pro basketball player. How could they possibly be brought together? And how would their relationship develop?

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For Choosing Me - @lsvdw-blog 📚🛸

[mini: wip] If Ethan and Serena were around the same age and had gone to school together, would they know each other or be friends?

Part 3

New Hair - @tveitertotwrites 📱📷

Claire changes her hair color.

Off the Beaten Path - @jerzwriter ☁

Getting stuck in traffic on the way back to Boston teaches Ethan that sometimes detours are the best things of all.

Question...? - @jamespotterthefirst 🦚

After their last night together, he gathers up the courage to ask her out. Properly.

Something New - @jerzwriter ☁

Kaycee takes matters into her own hands when Ethan won't follow doctor's orders. [Domestic; Family]

Tightly Knotted To A Similar String - @inlocusmads ☁ 🍘

The importance of pockets is discussed as a strange man interrupts Ethan, Jane and their dinner.

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When all seems hopeless, Dr Ethan Ramsey, a newly appointed military doctor, turns to books and songs as a way to cope.

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Elijah and Jensen shine during a heated argument with Jackie.

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Sienna reaches out to a friend, but it’s not long before it becomes something more.

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Sienna proposes a bold idea to mark her and Max's anniversary.

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As their time at Hopkins comes to an end, one night changes everything. Feat. Ethan Ramsey

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checkurwindow · 4 years ago

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someone you don’t even know

Book: Open Heart

Warning: Mention of accident, injuries, memory loss. Angst. So much angst.

Rating: General

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC

Word Count: 4500+

Author’s note: It’s been a hot minute and this fic forever to write but here we are. Also, it’s 1 am here so Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it! Make my Christmas a little bit merrier by checking out my masterlist while you’re here!

He opened the door and let her walk in first. She walked in slowly, taking in the new surroundings. He closed the door behind them and put down the duffle bag full of things she used while at the hospital.

She felt relieved, being able to get out of the hospital after almost 3 weeks. The apartment felt familiar, yet she had no recollection of it at all. It was like something was pulling her in, making her feel the slightest bit of comfort, but she didn’t have a clue what it was.

She turned to face him, the man who had been by her side throughout her stay at the hospital. The man who took care of her day and night, dropping everything that was going on in his line for her. The man who hadn’t spent more than 20 minutes apart from her since she had woken up. The man who was her boyfriend. Supposedly.

Bryce smiled at her softly, “welcome home.”

“Thanks,” she smiled back, feeling like it was the polite thing to do.

The first night ‘home’ hadn’t been as comfortable as she had expected it to be.

She had taken a shower and found him sitting on their bed, back resting against the headboard and reading a book. He looked up when she had come out of the bathroom and smiled at her. She smiled back a fraction of a second too late, which was just enough to make him clear his throat and sit up straighter in bed.

Cautiously walking back to bed, she took hold of her phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media as a lousy attempt to ease her mind; it wasn’t the most comforting thing to sleep in the same bed as someone whose full name you could barely remember.

“Not sleeping yet?” He asked as he put the book down on the bedside table next to him.

“Soon,” she answered, her back still facing him.

He scrolled through the texts on his phone, most from people at the hospital who he had barely talked to throughout his whole residency. He didn’t pay any attention to those texts, he knew they just wanted to find out details about her condition, since he made sure that nobody except the doctors at Edenbrook who had treated her knee about the full extent of her condition.

The only good thing to come out of the messages from all the fake people were that he knew exactly what they knew about her injuries, and he had full control of what else they would know.

At the very least he could still bluff everyone and hide the fact that she had memory loss, as there weren’t any big indicators of it that anyone knew of for now. Dr Banerji, who was one of those trusted doctors, told her to take all the time she needed before coming back to the hospital, and that she would still have her spot on the program no matter what.

All he needed to do was ask for privacy and follow the steps that their close friends had advised him to do. Then again, when had he really followed all the rules? Despite that, he was going to try his best to make her as comfortable as possible. That’s all he really wanted.

She finally put her phone away and he followed suit when she laid down on the bed. He went to switch off the lights but she stopped him.

“Can you leave the lights on?” She asked, her grip on the blanket tightening a bit, “I’m afraid of the dark…”

Bryce was, of course, well aware of that fact. But he had forgotten that the reason he went to turn the lights off was because she had grown used to sleeping in the dark as long as he was by her side. He simply nodded and smiled, keeping the slight bout of pain on the inside, before taking his hands off the switch.

She laid on her back as he adjusted the blanket on her, tucking her in. He closed his eyes and took a step back. It took every single once in his being to resist giving her a kiss goodnight, or one on the forehead, even a hug would’ve felt exceptional to him.

A few moments later, he felt the weight on the bed shift as she moved. He opened his eyes only to find himself looking at her back instead. He lowered his gaze and took a deep breath. He shut his eyes tightly, willing the upcoming tears back, and reassured himself that it was only the first night back. She would get better.

The following morning, she woke up with a jump after realising that her body was being embraced by someone from behind. It had been an act of muscle memory, a force of habit for Bryce, not knowing that it had scared her greatly. She quickly sat up defensively, leaning against the headboard as far back as possible.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised, now fully awake as a result of the sudden movement on her part.

She was panting slightly at the shock, trying the calm herself down with deep breaths, “no, it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.”

He had barely managed to get a single syllable out before she immediately got off the bed and ran straight to the bathroom.

On the second night, he noticed she was still curled up on the living room couch reading even though it was well past midnight. She had told him to go to bed first as she wasn’t sleepy yet, but he decided to stay with her anyway, sitting on the couch opposite her and working on holographic blueprints of the latest modifications of his suit.

They talked every few minutes, somewhat like they used to, commenting here and there. She was getting sleepy but continued reading.

They both yawned almost at the same time and he let out a short chuckle, “you should sleep now, I can tell you’re tired.”

“It’s fine, you can sleep first. I just want to finish this chapter,” she replied, eyes plastered on the book in her hands.

He gave a flat smile and nodded wearily, “don’t sleep too late, okay?” he said and retreated back to the bedroom.

He didn’t expect to wake up a little later than 2 in the morning to find the space beside him still empty. Thinking that she was still up reading, he went back into the living room to try and coax her back to the bedroom to sleep.

He expected to find the book she was reading open on the couch or even the coffee table, but he found it perfectly placed in the bookshelf where she had gotten it from. He let out a soft sigh when he realised that she purposely wanted him to go to bed first so that she could sleep outside alone.

He personally knew from experience that falling asleep on the couch overnight would result in a lot of back pain in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to disrupt her in her sleep, especially when this was the most peaceful she had looked these past 3 weeks.

Retrieving a blanket from the cupboard, he gently placed it on her, freezing up when she started to stir in her sleep. He stopped himself from stroking her head with his hand, something he had always loved, scared that she wasn’t fully asleep and would yet again jump at his touch.

Before going back to the bedroom, he turned off all the main lights because nobody liked to wake up with blinding lights in their eyes. But he also made sure to turn on the small lamp in the corner of the room, just so if she woke up before dawn, she wouldn’t be left in complete darkness and be scared.

It was around 4 in the morning when he next went into the living room. He had spent the better part of the last 2 hours tossing in turning in bed. He just couldn’t get his mind off her being so uncomfortable and cold in the living room.

So he returned to the living room, this time finding her curled up in a ball, holding the blanket as close to her body as possible.

Bryce wanted nothing more than to carry her back into the bedroom and hold her close to keep her warm. He didn’t want her to be sleeping on an uncomfortable sofa when there was a perfectly good bed to sleep in just 20 footsteps away; especially since it had barely been 2 days since she was discharged from the hospital.

But after recalling how she had reacted earlier in the morning, he had been more cautious with his actions. He didn’t want her to wake up in shock again in his arms.

So he bent down beside her and lightly tapped her arm, “hey..wake up.”

She frowned slightly and stirred in the small space of the sofa before eventually opening her eyes.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping here, I know it’s uncomfortable,” he said softly.

She looked as if she was still processing his words but in reality was trying to come up with a good enough lie after being caught by him, “oh, I just...fell asleep I guess,” she sat up slowly before getting up from the couch, the cold getting the better of her.

Bryce stood up from his crouched position as well and trailed behind her back to the bedroom.

Sleep was as awkward and silent as the previous night, if not more, as she was cautious to prevent that morning’s incident from happening again. He quickly picked up on it and grabbed an extra pillow from the closet and placed it between them.

She glanced up at him with a shocked expression but he simply smiled. She gave him a small nod before lying down on her side, once again with her back facing Bryce. He rested his head slowly on his pillow, eyes still only being able to focus on the back of her head.

He wondered when it would end, he longed for the day he could have the old her back. But he knew as hard as it was for him, it was much more difficult for her. He couldn’t even fathom living a life that didn’t feel like his own, much less actually live it. He just needed to be patient.

However, the following nights made Bryce worry if patience alone was enough. Was he doing something wrong? Was giving her time and space in the first place the wrong choice? She had been purposely avoiding him and limiting their interactions, and he knew that she needed time but how much longer would he wait? Finally, he decided to bring it up at breakfast the next day.

“Sleep in the bedroom tonight, okay?” She instantly looked up from her phone, “I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

“Bry...” he smiled, it had been so long since he had last heard her say that. She had been so formal with him ever since the accident and he missed all the nicknames and little things she used to call him.

‘I’ll be fine. I just don’t want you to sleep in the living room,” the guest room had a bed that hadn’t been used in a long time since they lived there by themselves , it was a dusty, small, not his ideal place to sleep. But he did what he needed to make her comfortable, he’d do anything for her.

3 weeks later he sat at the dining room table drinking his coffee and reading through the newest issue of his favourite medical journal. He heard the creaking of a door and looked up to see her walk through the doorway, “morning,” he greeted with a kind smile, “do you want a big breakfast? I’ve got some time before work.”

“It’s fine, I just want some toast,” she said and he smiled again with a nod.

He swiftly made his own breakfast as well as hers and placed it on the table in front of her before taking a seat opposite her.

“Do you have any plans after work today?” He asked when silence had loomed over them and left them awkwardly looking down at their own plates.

She nodded, “I’m having dinner with a friend.”

Bryce tried his best not to look disappointed. He knew it had been difficult for her as well but it had been two weeks since she had last eaten dinner at home with him. He only got to see him in the mornings and late at night before bed. It almost felt unfair that Bryce was the person that spent the least time with her compared to her colleagues and friends even though he was the one living with her.

His mind wandered through the worst possibilities when the ring that rested comfortably around her ring finger caught his eye. He smiled and reassured himself that everything was still fine between them; she just needed time.

“I’ll be home late so don’t wait up,” she added, dusting the bread crumbs off her hands and got up to wash her coffee cup and plate.

“Thank you for breakfast, Bryce,” she said as she passed by him on the way back to the bedroom. That would be the last time he saw her that day.

The moment he heard the dreaded sound of the door close, his hand went up to his face to massage his temple as he rested on the other propped up arm. Her other doctors had advised him to take it slow. No big gestures like sudden hugs or kisses; even a touch of the hand might be bad, but he could try from time to time. He had been taking it slow, painfully so.

He had even told her that she could ask him about anything that she wanted to know and he would answer it immediately, no questions, but she just nodded and continued her ways of not speaking to him unless necessary.

At times, Bryce felt as if she wasn’t even trying, but he knew deep down she was. He had seen her scrolling through her old Instagram posts and photo gallery, looking at pictures of them.

He had wanted to talk about it and tell her certain events related to the photos but she would turn off and hide her phone quickly whenever she caught him staring at her while she was looking at the pictures.

That night, she sat in a restaurant scrolling through her phone gallery again. She paused after coming across a picture of both of them at home. Bryce was hugging her from behind, his head resting on her shoulder with a wide smile on both their faces; they used to look so happy together.

She looked up when she heard the chair opposite her pull back, “missing someone?” Sienna smiled at her.

She looked up, smiling back before she turned off the phone and placed it by her side.

“Is it possible to miss someone you don’t even know?” She let out a dry laugh but Sienna’s smile dropped a little.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, but the other just nodded with a smile that seemed too wide to be real.

“Do you,” she started, hesitating halfway through, “do you know anything about me and Bryce? About what we were before all of this?”

She was quiet for a while, taking time to come up with the best answer to the unexpected question, “Bryce is probably the best person to answer th-”

“Please, Si, I need to know.”

She exhaled, before starting again, “You...loved each other a lot. You’d go to the greatest lengths to protect one another, there were little to none limits when it came to you two.”

She nodded, Sienna wasn’t the first person to say that. She had asked everyone, Jackie, Elijah, even as far as Ethan Ramsey, and had gotten similar answers. They all said that they hadn’t officially gotten married but they had long ago moved in together. They wanted to get married, no big ceremony, somewhere nice, somewhere quiet, just their close friends and family, that was all they needed.

Everyone said that Bryce loved her, a lot. It was the first thing almost all of them had said. It was almost as if they wanted to reassure her given his past reputations, but she didn’t need any reassurance. How could she feel insecure about who loves her and who doesn’t when she could barely remember who the people in her life were.

She got back a little earlier that night. Bryce was sitting in the living room watching something on the tv when she walked in.

“Hey,” he greeted, pausing whatever was playing, “do you want to eat anything?”

He had already stood up when she said, “no thanks, I’m just gonna take a shower.”

Bryce nodded and she made her way to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before she emerged from the hallway and decided to join him in the living room. Albeit awkward, she sat on the sofa beside him, earning her a soft smile from Bryce as she turned to him.

“What are you watching?” She asked.

He shrugged, “nothing special, just some reruns of trashy reality shows,” from then on their silence was only accompanied by soft murmurs of the audio from the tv.

Slowly reaching out for her hands on her lap and bringing it to his own, he caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, “can we talk?” He turned to face her and she did the same, “it feels like it’s been a while since I last got to talk to you.”

She nodded silently, prompting him to continue.

“You know you can ask me anything, right?” She held his stare, “about anything; myself, our relationship...anything,” he looked at her with an expectant look in his eyes.

She nodded, “yeah, I know.”

“I just feel like,” he exhaled slowly, “ I feel like you’ve been avoiding me recently,” he let out a soft, dry laugh, “I really miss you.”

She looked down at her own free hand, unable to hold his gaze any longer, “Bryce,” she took a deep breath, “do you have any idea? How hard it is to live with a stranger?

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, trying to regulate her racing heartbeat.

When she finally did open her eyes, she was immediately met with his soft brown ones, and something in her tugged at her heart, forcing her to speak up again, “I try, okay? I try so hard to remember what we had, to remember how much I used to love you because that’s all everyone around here can tell me.”

Her eyes had started to water, along with his, but his grip on her hand never faltered, “but I can’t, I can’t remember anything. Every day, I try to get something, anything out of my brain. I just want any little memory to bring back my feelings for you,” her voice was so strained and pained that Bryce just wanted it to stop.

But she wanted to tell him all those things, to make him understand what she’s feeling, so he listened.

She looked away and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. She took a while to pull all her feelings together, but when she turned back to him, there he was, patiently waiting for her, as he had always been.

“Every day it pains me to see you, to see this man, who had been so kind and patient with me all this while that I feel like I have to force myself to love this person, who I barely know, love him like how I had loved him before,” her voice began to shake, but I just...I can’t, I don’t.”

Bryce looked away, blinking away the tears that were brimming at his eyelids. It was painful to know that he could never have her back, the real her. But he would never want her to be in pain, even if it meant that he could never see her again.

“It’s okay,” his arm clutched the sofa cushion, “what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you want, please” he pleaded earnestly.

She held his gaze for a while, maybe she was searching for an answer in the entrancing eyes of his, before speaking softly. It was as soft as a whisper but he heard it loud and clear, word for word.

“I want you to let me go.”

If heartbreak were audible, she would have heard the loud shattering of his heart breaking into a million little pieces; pieces of a puzzle he wasn’t sure would be able to be put back together.

He tilted his head to the side, trying to get a good look at her face and hope she’d take back what she just said. Her head hung low, eyes shut close and waiting for his response.

Nodding to himself and swallowing the lump at the back of his throat, he took her hand from his lap and placed it back on hers, “okay,” was all he said.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head, finally meeting his gaze again.

“I’ll let you go,” it was the furthest thing from what he actually wanted to say, but he said it anyway.

He forced a smile, “I understand. But I want you to take the penthouse; I’ll move out.”

“Bryce-”

He shook his head, “you’re still recovering, stay here. You can look for a new one once you’re better. I just want you to take it slow for now.

Her eyes started to water again, she never intended to hurt him. That was why she had gone out and avoided being at the penthouse every chance she got, she didn’t want to see his pained expression every time their eyes met.

And yet, they both got hurt in the process, there was no turning back now.

The next morning saw her awkwardly walking into the dining room where Bryce was already sitting. He looked up and smiled as he had always done every single day since she had woken up in the hospital.

He placed a plate of eggs and sausages in front of her seat before finishing his own ‘breakfast’ of a large cup of coffee.

‘You aren’t working today?”

He shook his head and smiled at her. It looked fake, his face looked drained and tired, his eyes were puffier than usual, but he responded in the cheeriest tone he could muster, “you?”

“I’m off today.”

“You can help me pack then,” he joked, letting out a dry laugh.

Her eyes widened, “you’re moving out today?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, “I have a friend who has an extra room, I’m renting it from him for the time being. It’ll take some time to move all my stuff since I don’t want any movers coming in and out of the apartment, so I hope you don’t mind.”

She fell silent, eyes lowering to the still uneaten food on her plate. She thought that Bryce shouldn’t be the one who moved out. She was the one who told him to let her go. She was the one who should leave; leave the apartment, maybe the city, leave his life. She didn’t deserve him, he deserved far better than the broken soul that he still loved.

He noticed the guilt on her face, he was always so good at reading her, “hey,” he tapped her hand lightly, “look at me.”

She was hesitant, playing all the scenarios out in her head.

“Please.”

She looked up. She didn’t know why she did but it was like his voice alone could surpass the control of her own body, it had that effect on her.

“It’s okay, really. I’m okay,” he sounded sincere, “I was so focused on your recovery that I didn’t even realise how much pressure you already had. I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t right, she should be the one apologising, but she kept quiet. She couldn't speak, afraid that her body would break down if she made the whole situation worse by saying something wrong.

“Maybe we weren’t meant to be together for long, but I don’t regret any of my time spent with you,” tears rolled down his cheeks and he laughed it off, wiping it with the back of his hand.

He stood up, the scrapping of the chair filling the room, “I have to start now if I want to make any progress by the end of the day,” he said, smiling at her.

That smile, she had no clue why or how, but it broke her on the inside.

By the end of the day, he managed to pack a few boxes, but decided on just taking some of his clothes and essentials for the night and coming back for the rest the next day.

With his luggage by his side and a duffle bag right on top of it, Bryce felt as if he was leaving the country for another of his usual boring business meetings, but the thought of him not returning to a place he shared with her made his heart ache.

He turned back to bid his goodbyes to her but she spoke up first, “can I...hug you?”

The shocked expression on his face faded as a smile set in instead, “sure. I’d like that.”

She leaned forward and hugged him tightly, and he returned the hug with as much love as he could muster, trying somehow to transfer his feelings and leaving words and unspoken as to not tear up the second he met her eyes again.

He hid his face in the crook of her neck, closing his eyes. It felt like centuries had passed since he last had the luxury of hugging her. He felt her hand at the back of his head, her hands running through his hair and stroking comfortingly.

It was almost as if the accident had never happened. For the next few moments that he would treasure endlessly for the rest of his life, it was like they were back to 3 months ago, they were so in love, he was so deeply infatuated with her, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

“If one day, just if, you want me back, please just let me know,” Bryce’s voice was muffled against her neck.

It was almost impossible at that point but he still held that last strand of hope that one day her memory would return. She understood what he meant, but couldn’t bring herself to give him more hope and look forward to the day she runs back to him, because she had no clue if that day would ever come.

“Yeah, maybe.”

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