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Name a more formidable duo than Ravenclaw x Slytherin.
Esme Greene belongs to the loml @sallowsangel (don't get let username fool you, she's a chaos elmo in an angel disguise.)
#esme doesn't usually wear her makeup like this but being besties with aura has its uhh consequences?#you can pry aura's contour from her cold dead hands#and also that sweater#not sure who keeps spreading rumours but it's most definitely hers đ
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#'mhm' about it all you want#aurelie collins#esme greene#slytherin x ravenclaw#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fandom#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy screenshots#mlr: aurelie collins
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Masterlist Week 2
Immortal Desires
Indigo Night | Cassius Harlow x NB!MC; NB!OC - @aallotarenunelma
Open Heart
Abundance | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter
After Dark Part Two: Satisfaction Guaranteed | Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @storyofmychoices
Death Stare | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @headoverheelsforramsey
No One Else... Part 1 of 2 | Tobias Carrick x F!MC; Ethan Ramsey; Sienna Trinh - @jerzwriter
Not the Right Person | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Aurora Emery - @lucy-268
Sadie's Self Care Sunday #22 | F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Jackie Varma; Aurora Emery; Kyra Santana; Esme Ortega - @peonyblossom
Simple Pleasures | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter
The Unexpected Valentine | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Bryce Lahela; Jackie Varma; Elijah Greene - @liaromancewriter
Unhealthy Snack | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect
Valentine Memories | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Alan Ramsey - @liaromancewriter
Perfect Match
Noot Noot | Sloane Washington; F!Hayden Young; F!MC - @lizzybeth1986
Crossover: The Royal Romance x Open Heart
The Galentineâs Day Queens | TRR F!MC; OH F!MC; TRR F!OC; TRR M!OC - @bebepac
#immortal desires#open heart#perfect match#crossover: the royal romance x open heart#cassius harlow x nb!mc#ethan ramsey x f!mc#bryce lahela x f!oc#tobias carrick x f!mc#ethan ramsey#sienna trinh#aurora emery#jackie varma#kyra santana#esme ortega#bryce lahela#elijah greene#sloane washington x f!hayden young#choicesfebruary2023#choices monthly challenge#choices#playchoices
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OF FLESH SIN
vampire priest x reader | 2.6k | 18+
you're the child of a monastery groundskeeper and come to find out that one of the senior clergy, father marius, was brutally maimed in his chambers overnight. you're approached by the monastery's new recruit: father shaw; who claims he had witnessed the scene of the crime and invites you to his chambers to tell the tale.
warnings; dark content bc of descriptions of gore and violence towards the end, obsessive behaviors, theological themes, probs inaccurate representation of monastery life lmao, outdated + deragatory mention of psychiatric care to fit the narrative, very brief mention of animal death, classism (mc getting shit on for being poor and coming from an "uneducated" family), kinda honestly cheesy if you think about it, roughly proofread, vampires are monsters y'allâthat's the only way I write them
shouldn't have to say it, but: none of this is indicative of my personal viewpoints. it's just fiction, folks.
second prompt fulfilled for my lil' october writing project! this won the second poll! please reblog + leave feedback to be kind and help a sister out đ„čđ
Father Marius died in quite some awful way last night, as reported to you by the nuns hanging fresh washed garments on the clothesline in the waning, purpling daylight.
âA look of horror! Utter terror! So frightened that his jaw had become dislocated in forever a scream,â shivered one young nun, Lucy; recently a convert from the slums. âI, well, I didn't see it myself. Neither did the rest of us, actually. They say it was that new Father Shaw who found him at dawn.â
You had been raking gravel out of the yard, tiny stones kicked off of the path into the kempt lawn by prancing horses and wagon wheels, when Lucy and the other nun, Esme, had caught your attention with their hard, dense gossip. They regarded your approach with less caution than they would have had with their other sisters, as gossip was deemed inappropriate, a violation, a flickering serpentâs tongue carrying covert temptations leading to luscious sins and debauchery.
They saw youâpoor, morose, the groundskeeper's only child and reminder of loveless trystsâand thought nothing of snaking you into their prattle. You were not the sort to divulge anyone's secrets without gain, without reward, and you knew that the nuns kept nothing to their names once they took their vows and donned their habits.
âFather Shaw,â you continued the discussion with some intrigue, mostly from the fact that he was very new, very young, and modestly handsome, âwhy was he awake so early? Why was he in Father Mariusâ chambers? Curious to me.â
Neither of them gave much caution to your questions, shrugging as if to dismiss your ambivalence and accusatory tone. You were bold in the way that the faithless and lost always tended to be: asking senseless things, always concerned with the wrongdoings of others, always suspicious, always inquiringâforever inquiring.
âOh, my, you're so defensive,â Esme fanned a yellow bedspread out with an oncoming breeze, catching the wind beneath the fabric so it billowed and rippled midair. âIf thatâs how you're going to be, then: why does your father stumble around the yard at night with a lantern, swinging around a pistol like a madman? Won't he hurt someone?â
Because he's a godless, superstitious drunk. Perhaps, even, a bit disturbed in his mind, but you couldn't bear to think that way, that he might be the type to need his head locked in a metal cage, gagged, arms bound, and padlocked in some damp, distant corner of an asylum.
âHe's a good man,â you relented, taking your hands from the top of the smoothed out, worn handle of the rake and resumed your task. The gravel made an awful, grinding sound as the teeth of the rake collected pieces of stone and led it back to the rest. âHe's served this monastery well. I don't mean offense about Father Shaw, I'm simply curious about what transpired is all.â
âNo offense taken,â came a voice from behind, startling both the twittering nuns and yourself at the same time. They saw it to be Father Shaw standing there, hands cuffed behind his back with a particularly demure disposition, hiked their skirts and whisked themselves away back inside. âAh, am I really such a frightful figure? I couldn't really find an opening during your conversation to invite myself in. I apologize.â
You were of a similar fretful nature, quickening your clawing and the reach of the rake. âNay, Father. I think it's simply because you're a strange man to them still. A handsome face, a warm voice, mysterious; give them time, they'll come around.â
âHave you?â Father Shaw asked, taking measured strides in a half-circle around to your front. He concentrated on where the teeth of your instrument struck next, tips temporarily wedged into the soft dirt before being ripped up with chunks of earth and gray gravel. âIt wouldn't do for me if you⊠were still ill at ease with me as well. I consider you my one, true friend in this place.â
Your father held a certain destestation towards Father Shaw that you'd never witnessed before, saying nothing else than that something was terribly wrong with him and not to place yourself in a position to be alone with him. This you attributed to his unsoundness, but it was always the sudden flicker a sharp breath against candlelightâa jarring shift in his demeanor when he spoke about the Father, neurotic and prone to throwing things about the cottage interior, that caused you to pay some mind to what he told you.
âAnd, you're a great friend of mine as well,â you hoped you sounded coherent and paced your words evenly enough. âI'm sorry if you thought I was accusing you of something, sir. I really meant nothing to it.â
Father Shawâs lips sprawled tight and pale into a fond smile, never showing his teeth, though the imprint of them seemed massive and the skin of his lips startlingly thin across them. âI know. You have nothing to fear. My feelings were not affected. If you'd like, come to my chambers later, we may pray together first, and I'll tell you everything you wish to know about what I saw to sate your curiosity.â
âThat seems improper, sir.â You said.
âHow so?â
âInviting someone to your chambers at night seems an unbecoming venture for a pious man of status, such as yourself,â you continued, now standing upright beside your rake, âif any of the sisters were to witness it, worse another priest, aren't you afraid you'd be horribly chastised? Even worse, excommunicated altogether?â
Although Father Shawâs dark eyes reflected no light, holding such demanding depth to them that it was hard to keep your bearings whenever you realized you'd been staring, his entire face was alight in amusement.
âWherever did you learn to speak like that?â he asked candidly, still glowing despite his pallor. âForgive me when I say, but your father is not an educated man. I mean no offense, please don't look at me in such a way. You are so well spoken, I only wish to know more about you.â
âI've lived here my entire life,â you told him. âThe nuns taught me how to read.â
He looked impressed. âYou can read?â
âI can!â From a near distance, you could make out your fatherâs haddard form, bent sideways on a walking cane and limping towards the pair of you. You looked up at the priestâs smooth face. âIt'd be best for you to leave before my father can speak to you. He isn't the kindest soul after a long day.
Father Shaw didn't react with any semblance of worry, but agreed that there were other things needing to be done and began away. Just as he passed you on his way towards the monastery, he let his hand rest atop of your shoulder and leaned you towards him to whisper in your ear: âcome to me tonight. I'll be waiting for you.â
There was something so luxurious and cooling about his voice; fine silks sitting in the shade during autumn gliding across your bare skin, wrapping your neck, your chest, your nether parts. His voice was a fine, chilly mist after the first rains in spring which felt refreshing and new after a glacial winter, yet still had capacity to soak you to the bone. It was a nighttime breeze caressing your cheek, sweeping through the hairs of your scalp, making your skin burst all over with bumps.
âI don't like the way he looks at you,â said your father with a mouthful of porridge you'd seasoned with herbs of the season. It was wonderfully fragrant and warm during nights that were still a bit too uncomfortable to sip anything cold. âHe looks at you like you're a slab of meat! Some prize after a hunt. I don't like him, love. Not one bit. You'd do well to stay to mind yourself and do your chores and nothing else, yâhear?â
After dinner, you cleaned up, swept the floors with hard bristles, and snuffed all the lights except for the fireplace where your father sat in his old chair, fiddling with his favorite pistol.
âIt's time for bed, old man.â You watched him fit a couple of small bullets into the loading chamber. They glinted against the orange flames. âGoodness. What have you gotten this time? Something new?â
âAye!â he grinned, nearly toothless and in a sickly sort of way. âWent to market the other day while the nuns bullied you and picked out some fine bullets from the silversmith,â he cracked the two halves of the pistol shut. âBetter to be prepared.â
You waited until sometime later once he was finally asleep, possibly after midnight, before leaving the humble cottage sitting on the fringes of the massive monastery yard and rushing across the grounds to get inside.
Once, they'd kept a guard dog on the property, one of those meaner breeds that were used for gambling, but the poor thing wound up shot dead in the middle of the night by a traveling friar who'd come to seek refuge at the monastery. The sisters, and yourself, were horribly distraught by the entire ordeal and all vetoed the consideration of bringing another dog here.
Since then, it was no task for you (or anyone else) to get inside the building and shuffle along the shadows through the corridors. At night, the place stirred with patient insects, feral rodents large and small in the pantry, and hungry owls tamely whining from the rafters when something startled them away from their hunt of vermin.
Your feet were a light sound on the masonry below, padded by thin leather soles which alerted you to your enthusiasm as the thwap thwap thwap became louder, aggressive as you closed in on a wall and turned down another hallway for a sturdy wood door at the end of it.
As your knuckles rapped, hoping the sound wouldn't disturb the animalsâ nighttime caroling, a swift darkness moved across the floor from behind the door, briefly blocking out the soft light seeping out from underneath.
The next moment, you were being pulled inside and sat at a small table tucked to the side of Father Shawâs rather generous room. It was a simple space, sparsely furnished for the barest of comfortsâonly for what was needed to liveâbut what had been made for him was of exquisite craftsmanship, some made of teakwood, which Shaw assured you was remarkably durable and highly resistant to rotting.
âIt's wonderful for boats,â he said, pouring a light amber colored brew from a metal kettle he'd heated a short while ago. âItâs good for all elements, really. Exceptional longevity. I've heard it has become a popular option in the city for burying the deceased.â
âWill Father Marius be buried in a teakwood coffin, then?â you asked, sipping politely from the cup even though you had no appetite for it. You already felt ill at ease enough having disobeyed your father by sneaking into a priest's personal chambers at night. The things the sisters would say about youâ
âHe will be entombed underneath the monastery with the rest who have served here and passed. I believe that is all stone down there, my dear.â Father Shaw smiled tepidly, kettle aside, no tea of his own. âBut, I know that your curiosity led you here to me with questions, yes? About the state I found Father Marius in, yes?â
You tried to disguise your intrigue by drinking more of the tea, of whatever it was he had given you, and listened to the sounds of your fingertips sticking to the porcelain from sweat and steam.
âIf you wouldn't mind sharingâŠâ
âI wouldn't!â he leaned on his arms on the table, closer towards you as though with a secret. âAs I've said, you are truly the only soul here who I can confide in. You are not a sheep. And you do not fear sin as the rest do. So, you can ask me anything and I'll tell you everything.â
âTell me about Father Marius, then.â
Father Shaw reached across the table for one of your hands; his far larger, fingers much longer and colder than your own and held it as he recounted the event.
âDreadful sight, it was. It was, oh, perhaps sometime after three o'clock when I heard a massive racket. A struggle. When I knocked, all of the noise subsided at once and there was complete stillness. Silence, my dear, silence so deep, dark, and damning that I knew something awful had happened.
âI didn't knock again, I was too afraid to! But, Father Marius was getting on in age, so I couldn't just stand by, either. I kicked the door inâjust once was all it tookâand I rushed inside to see the room was a complete mess. A fight had clearly taken place, and the wallsâoh, the wallsââ
His remorse was carefully placed, stiff, and uncertain and he couldn't be seen in the vastness of his black gaze. You were moved by the vulnerability he was trying to show you, going as far to abandon your drink to place your warm hand on top of his.
âThe walls, my dear, were a mess of blood. Something vicious and awful had happened in that room. But, then, I found Father Marius lying there on the ground next to a broken window. I think he'd tried to throw himself through it. His face was shredded to pieces, his eyes gouged. When I got closer, I noticed that his tongue had been severed from his head!â
You were holding Father Shawâs hands in a bloodless grip, face ashen, teeth chattering behind your lips. âWhat on earth! That is not only horror, but cruelty!â
âOh, my love, it gets worse!â Father Shaw held you mesmerized in his gaze, the conviction and anguish with which he told his story. âCloser still, Father Mariusâ face was locked in one of pure terror, I'veâIâve never seen a human react in quite a way such as that before, to fear. The man unhinged his own jaw in a hideous scream, and it seemed to me he was skeletal. By that, it's like he was, well, quite dry.
âSo, I crouched down so much lower and inspected him all over. Do you want to know what I found?â
âYes.â You spoke breathlessly.
Father Shaw had moved out of his seat and was on one knee in front of you, both of his frigid hands on your face to smooth across your cheeks, pushing away pieces of hair obscuring some part of you he'd wanted to see.
âMy love, I saw marks in his neck. Two, beautifully, wonderfully symmetrical marks that were far too clean to be of any animal that we know of. The bite was clean, it was patient and cunning. And the fangs that had sunk into his tender flesh had drained him of blood, of the very essence that kept his heart beating until the very last.â
âSirââ your stomach plummeted, falling forever, when he smiled, teeth longer than any humans should be shown through to you. He wouldn't let you go when you went to move out of his hands, away from him. âFather Shaw, pleaseââ
âI wish you could have seen it, my love. It was a breathtaking sight and I long for someone else to admire the beauty of my work alongside me.â
It was unthinkable that a vampire could walk on these holy grounds and in the bright of day, yet Father Shaw had for countless days. Evil held you sweetly by the cheek and in your hair, kissed you with a corpseâs cold lips, and laved the skin of your skin with a long, serpentine tongue.
âOâ, my merciful lordâŠâ
Father Shaw bent your head back with a fistful of hair and spoke from your throat:
âThere is no God, only me. Come into the endless night with me, my love.â
#vampire x reader#vampire x human#vampire x you#vampire story#vampire#oc x reader#oc x you#original character x reader#original character x you#writing#original fiction#reader insert#reader interactive#monster x human#monster story#monster romance#dark fantasy#horror#horror writing#horror romance
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Jasper taking gn! reader out on a nature walk
Since this request isn't too detailed I'm just gonna do this as a hc <:
Jasper Taking You On a Nature Walk HC
Pairing: Jasper Hale/Whitlock x Human!GN!Reader
Warnings: mc much prefers to be inside, me personally i like a nice hike, though i get hives if it's too hot đŹ, vampires have to miss walking in daylight tho, and since jasper is a former southern cowboy i bet he misses the warmth of it
Jasper taking his human partner on a nature walk
At first you grumble, wanting nothing more than to spend the day inside. You hated outside activities anyway. You and nature just didn't agree with one another
But he promises you it'll be fun. You haven't gone on one of his nature walks. It sounds promising so you easily relent, surprised by his odd request. He never asked of these kinds of things from you. He liked that you didn't like going out in public and preferred his/his family's company. It worked out for everyone. If he was going out of his way to ask this, then it was probably important to him.
Jasper keeps in mind your humanness and though Forks doesn't get a lot of sun, he's still worried about you receiving a sunburn. He lovingly slathers your face and arms in sunscreen.
As he recommended, you found your comfiest pair of shoes and threw on breathable shorts paired with a tank top.
"I promise you, you're going to have fun." He kisses the tip of your nose which still had a smear of sunscreen that hadn't quite been absorbed by your skin.
Thankfully his home was surrounded by a lush forrest ringing around the house so going to an actual trail wasn't a necessity. No witnesses to his prismatic skin. No extra worries to be added on this excursion.
You're not accustomed to the buzzing sound of bugs or the bumpy earth that was riddled with the crawling roots of trees that rise from above the dirt.
You weren't clumsy, not like Edward's human girl but you didn't possess very good balance. Jasper kept a guiding hand on your arm to make sure you didn't fall. You didn't anticipate how this nature walk was turning into an interesting girl scout lesson. He bends down to show you animal tracks that you hadn't even noticed prior. Shows you how moss only grows on the north facing side of a tree and how that can benefit you if you ever get lost.
"Do you plan on deserting me here?" You ask halfheartedly but Jasper solemnly looks at you with sad eyes that catch you by surprise.
"One day you may not have me close to you. You may have to rely on the safety of the forest to protect you." He murmurs.
What made up for the boring parts of the nature walk was spying the various wild life that cautiously poke their head out from their hiding places. Squirrels and wild rabbits darted in the opposite direction if you and Jasper got too close to their home.
Eventually you start to relax in the quietness of your walk. Jasper watches you with butterflies thumping along in his stomach as you gather wild flowers; commenting how Esme would love them. The position you're at allows specks of sunlight highlight your lovely features. He's reminded constantly how much he adores you. The others in his family didn't really appreciate walks like this. Couldn't fathom why Jasper enjoyed going out even though there was a risk of someone seeing him.
But he saw the world outside their house a miracle by nature's design. Even more so now that you were out there with him, taking in the glory of living things.
#reader insert#reader insert fanfiction#jasper hale fanfiction#jasper hale fanfic#jasper whitlock fanfiction#jasper whitlock#jasper hale#jasper hale x fanfiction#jasper hale x reader#jasper whitlock x reader#jasper whitlock fanfic#twilight fandom#twilight fanfiction#the twilight saga#twilight saga#twilight
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Charming
hii story drabble for my favorite boy daniel page!
â TAGS â fem mc x daniel, y/n used, year 3 spoilers, ooc(?)
You were charming, there was no doubt about it. That's what Daniel had always found intriguing about you, a muggle born who seemed to effortlessly charm all and any witch or wizard in proxy to you.
Daniel had a hard time pinning exactly how'd you do such a thing. Could it be that, given only being a third year, you were excellent at charms that most had trouble with? This definitely could be a factor, considering he's witnessed your impressive duels with Cassandra and the Frey's.
Or was it how you were so selfless when it came to helping others? He remembers first year when you dropped everything to find Ivy which you barely even knew well enough yet to do such a thing.
Daniel being friends with you, had taught him that over the three years of being at Hogwarts, you were quite known to all. It seemed like every class he'd attended had someone who dropped your name. "Did you hear? Y/n dueled with Elliot Evers! He's more advanced with techniques but yet she beat him!"
And that was another thing. Almost all of third year when the news had spread about his family being locked up, when he had blown off her and Ivy countless times to learn spells with Elliot, when he had told you a bit harshly that he didn't need friends but to be left alone, you never gave up on him. You helped him get Esme back, helped him fight in battles with Gridley, but most of all, you stayed. You stayed by his side.
After all that ended, you never once expected something in return for that all, which truefully daniel thought you'd maybe ask for a favour or two, but nothing ever came up... well perhaps not nothing
Daniel found himself in his least favorite placeâthe Dance club. He had received an owl from you to meet him here, so he was now. He had already awkwardly turned down the many offers from others to dance desperately, looking around the ballroom to catch a glimpse of you.
"Daniel!" He whipped his head towards your voice. You were dressed up more than usual; you looked... pretty. Her cheeks flushed from running to the hall, he assumed. It suited you, which made him feel a subtle warmth, trying to sneak his way to his own.
"Sorry I'm late, I hope you didn't wait too long" He shook his head and slipped his gands into his pockets. "Don't worry. Anyways why did you want to meet me here?" Daniel tilted his head in confusion when she let a giggle out.
"Well, it's simple." She smiled at him, and he cursed at the way his cheeks held the shade close to his hair color on them. "I want to dance with you, Daniel" He remained silent letting her words sink in before managing to blurt out "You.. want to dance? With me?"
"Yes Daniel, with you" Daniel cleared his throat and held out his hand "Alright then, I suppose Dancing with you isn't as bad as it usually be." She took his hand and lead him to the dance floor.
That day, he found out your charm was real, as real as anything. He finally fell victim after years of denying failing for such a thing, or so he thought. It seems he's been under since he met you. He was just trying to deem it fake for the sake of his heart. His cheeks would always flush red when you'd praise him for his skill in potions, when you asked him to dance so he wouldn't be bothered by others when they tried their hardest to persuade him.
You were charming, no doubt. Daniel Page found it intriguing how you managed to sneak your way into his thoughts, how you caught his eye everywhere he went, and how you, out of all students in Hogwarts chose him to give your every moment too. But he would want no other way.
this is my first time writing anything but the lack of Daniel story's on here is hurting my heart (ăŁââžâc) anyways i hope this feeds other daniel fans well !!
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â⯠â sophie writes#âdanifies ⥠danielâ#daniel page x reader#hpma x reader#daniel page#daniel page x mc#hp magic awakened
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Relief
Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Sexual innuendo Category: Hurt/Comfort; Fluff Word count: 1.4K Prompt: From @jerzwriter, âIn your HC, does Sawyer have any long-term effects from the chemical attack or its treatment?â
By mid-afternoon, the cafeteria wasnât nearly as busy, making it easy for Ethan to spot Sawyer sitting alone at a corner table. With a fork in one hand, she moved food around her plate while rubbing her forehead with the other.Â
Ethan began walking in her direction but was abruptly stopped in his tracks. âOh, Dr. Ramsey! Iâm so glad I ran into you. Finally, I can introduce you to my husband,â the silver-haired woman proclaimed.Â
âHello, Mr. Reed. Itâs nice to meet you,â Ethan politely responded, shaking hands with the gentleman at her side.Â
While Mrs. Reed explained to her husband that his ornery mother had taken a shine to the doctor with âdreamy blue eyes like Paul Newman,â Ethan kept a side eye on Sawyer as she stood and emptied her tray into a nearby wastebin.Â
Heads turned, and people whispered as she walked past a few occupied tables on her way to the exit. Since her return to work last week, the gossip mills had been spinning again, speculating about her physical and mental well-being and his and Sawyerâs more than just professional relationship.Â
Not wanting to feed the rumors, Ethan caught Sawyerâs eye just before she walked past him. With a subtle lift of his chin and a question on his brow, he silently asked if she was okay. She signaled that she was with a quick nod and forced smile. But as Ethanâs eyes trailed her out of the room, and she lifted her hand to massage the back of her neck, he was unconvinced.Â
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âMorning,â Ethan offered as he entered the hospital gym early on Tuesday morning.Â
âRam-Man! I didnât think you were coming this morning,â Bryce grunted between pull-ups. âSawyer said she was staying at yours last night. I figured youâd be working out at home⊠doing some thrusters,â he teased, dropping to the floor and vulgarly thrusting his hips back and forth.
Ethan rolled his eyes and shook his head. âShe wasnât feeling well last night,â he explained as he programmed his treadmill. âSaid she had a headache and wanted to go home and sleep it off.â
âShe gave you the headache excuse? Damn, man. Whatâd you do to piss her off?â
Ethan scrunched his brow together. âWhat? Nothing.â The thought of Sawyer making up an excuse not to spend the night together hadnât even crossed his mind.Â
âThat you know ofâŠâ Bryce chuckled.Â
He flipped him off, then started running at full speed on the treadmill, hoping to tune out the obnoxious scalpel jockey.
His gym buddy laughed in response. âIâm just giving you a hard time, man. In all seriousness, Iâm sure itâs been hard for her to be back. She probably just reached her limit and needed to crash.â
Ethan nodded. Did she need space? Had he been hovering? Was he being overprotective? Or, attempting to keep their relationship out of the public eye, had he inadvertently hurt her feelings? The thoughts in his head whirred round and round like the rubber tread under his feet.
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Dr. Ramsey rattled off medication adjustments to the nurse as they exited their patientâs room. He paused to let her type the orders into a tablet when, down the hall, a familiar voice caught his attention. Â
âPage me if you need anything, Esme. Iâm going to take a quick lunch break,â Sawyer said to her intern.Â
He quickly reviewed and signed off on the patientâs chart and tried to catch up with her. When he reached the end of the hallway, he turned the corner and found Baz and Zaid engaged in conversation.Â
âDid you see which way Sawyer went?â Ethan interrupted, looking left and right at the intersection.Â
âNo, she didnât come this way,â the twins said simultaneously.Â
Ethan swirled back around, trying to figure out where the woman he was dating had disappeared. Then he noticed the door to a supply closet. Cracking the door open, the light from the hallway illuminated the small, dark space.Â
Sawyer sat on the floor, her head leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. The door softly scraped on the floor as Ethan pushed it further open, and she cracked one eye open. Seeing the familiar face, she quietly groaned, âHi.â Stepping into the tight space, he closed the door behind him.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, flipping on the lights. When Sawyer winced, he quickly turned them off.Â
âThank you,â she murmured.Â
She laid her head on his shoulder when he sank to the floor beside her.Â
âAnother headache?â he guessed, taking her hand in his.Â
âYeah.â
âHow bad?â
âLike migraine bad.â
âAnd how long has this been going on? The headaches?âÂ
She hesitated before answering, and Ethan knew he wouldnât like the answer. âIâve had them since the attack, but theyâve progressively worsened since being back at work.â
Ethan sighed deeply. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI didnât want to bother you with it.â
âDammit, Sawyer⊠I wish you would stop saying that.â Remembering her pain, he quickly tempered his frustration and squeezed her hand lovingly. âI care about you. Iâm all in with you. And I want to be there for you. Aside from all that, Iâm still technically your physician. You should have told me-â
âTheyâre just minor headachesâŠâ
There was a buzz in his pocket. As he reached for his phone, Ethan rolled his eyes and mumbled about doctors being the worst patients. Dismissing the unimportant call, he continued his lecture. âTheyâre not so minor if you seek refuge in a dark closet. I wonât let you suffer like this. And Sawyer, we donât know anything about the long-term effects of the poisoning or the antidote. You need to let me run some tests and ensure itâs nothing serious.â
âOkay, and youâre right. Iâm sorry.â
âCome here.â Ethan guided Sawyerâs body down until her head rested in his lap. Carefully untangling the elastic from her hair, he combed his long fingers through it, then gently massaged her head.Â
âThat feels good. Thank you,â Sawyer whispered.
He continued to rub her head through a fifteen-minute power nap before waking and convincing her to call it a day. âGo back to my place. Itâs quiet, and you can soak in the tub. Iâll take over your patients.â Â
After dusting themselves off, Ethan opened the door for Sawyer to step out first. His chest bumped into her back when she suddenly froze at the threshold. Looking over her head, he saw a familiar face stepping out of the patient room on the other side of the hall. The nurse smirked. âGood for you, doctors.â
âItâs not what it looks like, Maureen,â Sawyer attempted to explain.
âUh-huh,â she sang, walking away.
Sawyer turned to face Ethan. âI totally have sex hair right now, donât I?â
He handed over her elastic hairband with a sympathetic half-smile and smoothed her teased hair down.Â
<><><><><><><><><><>
A few hours later, Ethan entered his quiet apartment. Following the soft yellow light that filtered through the half-open door of his bedroom, he found Sawyer curled up in bed, scrolling through her phone.Â
âHey, Rookie, how are you feeling?â he asked, toeing out of his shoes and pulling off his tie.Â
âHi. Much better.â
Lying down next to her, he tugged her close for a hug and kiss. âI got a couple of Maxalt samples from the pharma rep and sent a prescription to the hospital pharmacy. You should be able to pick it up in the morning.â
âThank you,â Sawyer said, but her tone sounded defeated. Â
âI know you donât like taking medication, Soe, but I think it will bring you some relief.â Ethan kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. âI canât bear to see you in any more pain. Not after all that youâve already endured.â
âSpeaking of relief, can I ask you a question? As my doctor?â
âOf course.â
âI read a study earlier today, and the data suggested that sexual activity can lead to partial or complete headache relief in some migraine patients.â
âIâm familiar with the study.â Ethan smiled, knowing his patient well enough to see where this line of questioning was going. Â
âOf course you areâŠâ She chuckled and rolled her eyes. âWell, I was wondering if you think it might be effective in my case.â
âSex releases endorphins, which are natural painkillers,â Ethan explained. âSo yes, it could very well ease your symptoms.â Â
Sawyer scrunched her face and rubbed her forehead. âOoooh⊠ahhhh⊠my head is suddenly throbbing.â
Gesturing to where his pants were now feeling very tight, he smirked. âYeah, so is mine. You rub mine, and Iâll rub yours?âÂ
âDeal.â
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the meaning of aloha
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Angst, Discussion of Death
Summary:
aloha (n.): love, affection, peace, compassion, and mercy; a force that holds together existence
Bryce receives the worst news of his life, and to make it worse, he's in love with Casey. And she's about to die.
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His entire body trembles, but he holds his head high as he pushes his way past the other doctors. Most of them whisper amongst themselves in the hallways, and here and there, he catches words like anthrax and ricin. Thereâs a pair of attendings wondering how Casey isnât dead right now. Others who say they hope Travis suffers.
The nurses huddle around their station, and Bryce stumbles over his feet. Marlene rubs Siennaâs back as she lowers herself into one of the chairs.
âI had a date with Danny tomorrow,â she says, looking up with puffy eyes. âWhatâsâMarlene, whatâs going to happen to him? Sarah? Does anyone know whatâs happening to Casey?â
He dips his head, trying to remain nondescript as he shoves open the stairwell door.
âBryce?â
He ignores her.
âBryce!â Esme reaches out and grabs his arm. âWhatâs going on?â
He swallows and shakes her hand off of him. âI just need to go, Esme. Ask Ethan. Or anyone else, really, I justâI need to go.â
She frowns and locks her hand around his wrist. âLike hell. Are you seriously going to leave your girlfriend behind now? When she needs you most?â With her free hand, she points furiously back upstairs. âI know sheâs in there! I know my resident is fighting for her life! And like a coward, youâre running away.â
He shakes his head. âIâm not running away.â
âSure looks like it to me.â
Bryce squeezes his eyes shut, begging his tears to stay away. âJackie and Elijah are off today. Unless Casey or Sienna texted them, they have no way of knowing what just happened in there. They need to knowââ They need to know that Casey might be dead tonight. He shakes his head again and pries Esmeâs hand off his wrist. âAnd I need to make sure my little sister will be safe tonight.â
Esme blinks. âDo you thinkââ
âEsme, Iâve gotta go.â He doesnât wait for her response, just sprints down the stairs. His lungs burn, from tears or from running, he doesnât know.
People call his name. Surgical residents congratulate him on Kyraâs surgery. The one he kicked out of the OR glares at him. Ines tries to talk to him. He canât hear them. His ears ring, and he grabs his keys and sprints outside.
Once heâs in his car, he breathes deeply. Or at least, he tries to. His breaths come fast and shallow, his hands shake, and he rests his head on his steering wheel.
Fuck.
His body starts to shake again, and as heâs reaching for the blanket in his car â the one that Casey told him to keep on hand, with how cold he gets in Boston weather and how traffic is â the shaking stops, and he bursts into tears.
âFuck!â He buries his face in his hands, a sob tearing from the back of his throat. âFucking ââ he slams his left hand on the top of the steering wheel ââ dammit!â His shoulders curl inwards, and sobs rack his body.
She canât die. She canât die. I canât lose her. I canâtâ
The sobs come louder now, and he hasnât cried like this since he was eighteen years old, and he was flying all the way to Ohio State by himself, with no money, no family, and no friends. He hasnât cried like this since his favorite teacher, the one who believed in him, the one who believed he could be a great surgeon like Michael DeBakey, fell victim to his parentsâ schemes and looked at him with such hurt and betrayal every day of the year after that. He hasnât cried like this since he was alone and unloved and unlovable, when life was hopeless and he had to carve out hope for himself.
Except thereâs not hope now, not really.
Caseyâs his best friend, his girlfriend, and he justâhe cares about her so much. Everything inside of him begs God to rewind the clock, to put him in that room with the senator when Travis deployed the canister, to let him take Caseyâs place. If one of us has to die, let it be me. Not her. Donât let her die.
I love her.
He screams, his voice scratching the back of his throat, his fingers tugging at his hair. Why did it take so long for me to know? Why did I have to wait?
I love her. I love her I love her I love her.
And sheâs going to die.
***
âOkay, Keiki, Iâm not going to be back until tomorrow at the earliest.â Bryce moves into his bedroom, chewing his bottom lip. He idly picks up his overnight back and sets it down.
Keiki leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. âWhy?â
He sighs and grabs a fresh pair of scrubs and shoves them into his bag. âI told you, there was an assassination attempt at the hospital. They might need me.â
âThere are other surgeons.â
He stands up straight, dropping his boxers on the cover. âCasey was a victim of the attack, too. Sheâs alive ââ he nearly chokes on the next words ââfor now, but itâs not looking good. One person died already, oneâs in a coma, and I donât think Raf has too much time either.â He shakes his head and moves into the bathroom. âIâm going to stay with her.â
Keiki bites the inside of her cheek and steps into his bedroom. âAnything I can do?â
Bryce tosses his toiletry bag onto the bed and drops to the ground, fishing under his bed for a pair of shoes. âUh, can you try and find my green sweatshirt? The one from my surfing days? Itâs Caseyâs favorite.â
She nods and starts rifling through his closet.
âYou know the drill: leftovers in the fridge, and you can use my DoorDash account if thereâs nothing in there. Donât leave the apartment unless thereâs an emergency, you have my number and Caseââ he swallows. âIf thereâs some kind of danger, go to Mrs. Zimmerman across the hall. Sheâs a sweet old lady, makes the best cakes, and sheâll take care of you.â
âI know the drill.â Keiki steps away from the closet, a sweatshirt folded over her arm. âI couldnât find the one you were talking about, but Iâve seen Casey wear this one before.â
Bryce tosses a pair of tennis shoes on his bed and grabs the sweatshirt from Keiki. âDammit, Casey must still have it at her place. Alright, this is fine.â He kisses Keikiâs head. âThanks, Keiks. You know I love you, butâŠâ
Heâs never said it out loud before.
She nods understandingly and sits on his bed. âYou love Casey more.â
He nods in agreement. âYeah.â
âHave you told her?â
He ignores her, roughly shoving his clothes and shoes into his overnight bag. When he gets to the sweatshirt, he folds it carefully. Casey might not be able to wear it just yet, not while sheâs in a hospital gown, but maybeâŠ
âCan you grab the blanket from the couch? Not the one you use for bed, the other one?â
She frowns. âYou didnât answer my question, Bryce.â
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. âWhat do you think?â He shakes his head and stalks to the living room. âAnd now she might die before I can tell her.â
Keiki trails him. âSo then tell her! Whatâs the worst that can happen?â She hops over the coffee table and sits on the blanket before Bryce can pull it to safety. âShe already knows the worst stuff about you, and she stuck around.â She clears her throat and shifts on the blanket so he has no chance of pulling it away. âAnd if she doesnât have the same feelings, wellâŠat least you told her.â
âKeiks, IâI donât know. I justâŠâ
She stands up, eyes on fire. âBryce Kai Lahela, you do not have the luxury of waiting. With Morgan, yeah, I understand. You were in high school, and Mom and Dad fucked her family over. But thatâs not Casey. Please, justâŠdonât do something youâll regret.â She hands him the blanket. âTell her.â
He kisses her forehead. âSee you tomorrow.â
***
Jackie runs up to him as soon as he steps back out of his car. âWhere the hell were you?â
He glares at Jackie and slams his car door shut. His car beeps when he locks it. âIn case you forgot, I have a little sister under my guardianship. I had to make sure she would be okay.â He shakes his overnight bag in her face, his keys also jingling with the movement. âAlso, had to pack one of these. Like hell if I leave my girlfriend behind.â
She ducks her head. âSorry, I justââ
He nods and shoulders his way inside. âI know. Youâre worried about her. All of us are.â He clears his throat. âWhereâs Elijah?â
Jackie walks in front of him. âFollow me.â
âJackie, please ââ
She turns and shushes him before grabbing his wrist. Dragging him along, she leads him into the locker room, where Elijah is just finishing up a call.
âAlright. Tell me if it reminds you of anything.â He turns around, face falling when he sees Bryce. âSorry, that was one of my undergrad professors. He taught history of medicine and science, so I was hoping he knew something about reactions to biological weapons. Maybe something useful.â He lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. âShoulda known better, though. He hasnât done any research on this topic for decades.â
Bryce opens his locker and tosses his overnight bag inside. âThatâs okay. It might help, and he might go through his research. Or talk to someone who might know.â He jerks his head in the direction of Caseyâs room. âCâmon, letâs go see her.â
Jackie holds up a finger. âHold on, Auroraâs on her way.â
Aurora runs inside the hospital a few minutes later, shoving past the handful of security guards â all of them shaken â with a shout and âIâm Harper Emeryâs niece, let me in!â When she reaches the three of them, she slows to a walk and smooths her hair. âWhere is she?â
âFollow me.â They stop at the nursesâ station to pick up Sienna, and then Bryce is jogging to the elevator, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Jackie rests a hand on his shoulder.
âSheâll be alright.â
He stares straight ahead. âYou didnât see her. Or Raf.â He hangs his head. âFuck.â
âEither way,â Jackie shakes him a bit, âCaseyâs probably scared out of her fucking mind. She trusts you. She loves you. Donât make her more afraid than she already is.â
He lolls his head. âHow in the hell am I supposed to do that?â
The elevator door dings and slides open. Jackie twists her lips. âI donât know.â
Bryce leads them down the hall towards Caseyâs room. As they get closer, he squares his shoulders and forces a smile, but he knows it doesnât reach his eyes. And he knows Casey will notice it, too.
Casey gapes at them when they get to her room. She offers him a relieved smile and holds her hand up to the glass. His bravado melts into something more sincere, and though his smile isnât as wide, itâs genuine, and he presses his hand against the glass. âTold you Iâd be back. This time I brought some company.â
Her roommates crowd the front of the windows, speaking animatedly to her and Raf. He wants to sag against the wall and cry and cry and cry some more, but he tries to keep a brave face on. For her or for himself, heâs not entirely sure.
Ethan steps back and stands next to him. âItâs good. That youâre doing this, I mean. Itâs helping her.â
He shrugs, his eyes still trained on Casey. âI wanted her to see her friends. Theyâre important to her.â
âSo are you.â Ethan studies him for a moment. âHow are you holding up?â He jerks his head in Caseyâs direction. âShe talks about you all the time, you know. And Iâve seen you two together.â
Bryce resists the urge to cross his arms. âSo?â
âSo this has to be just as hard on you for an entirely different reason.â Ethan sighs and squeezes his shoulder. âLook, in my experience, itâs just as difficult to deliver bad news to loved ones as it is to deliver the bad news to the patient. In fact, I think itâs harder. So how are you holding up?â
Bryce licks his lips. âIt sucks,â he says quietly.
Ethan nods and faces forward once again. âI wish weâd never taken the senator on as a patient. Not that Iâd wish this even on Tobias, but maybeâŠâ
Maybe Casey wouldnât have been caught in the crossfire.
He nods. âYeah.â
Jackie gestures around at the lot of them. âWeâre going to figure this out. All of us.â
Bryce steps forward and tries to force a smile. âIâm just a surgeon, but Iâll offer whatever help I can.â And itâs fucking nothing.
Caseyâs eyes well with tears, and she shuffles closer. âNowâs not the time for that confidence of yours to do a runner, Bryce.â
Sienna cranes her neck to see him. âYeah, youâre not just anything.â
He meets Caseyâs gaze, and he prays she can read the love in his eyes. Iâll do whatever I can to save you. âSorry, I mean weâve got this.â
Casey wipes her cheeks furiously. âThatâs better.â
Everything in him wants to reach for her, to tug her into his arms and bury his face in the crook of her neck, to squeeze her hair and whisper that he loves her. He wants to hold her hand and kiss her face and cradle her cheeks in his hands.
But in between them is a wall of glass, impenetrable, separating the dying from the living. âSee you soon, Case.â
***
Baz leans back in his chair, shaking his head solemnly.
Bryceâs heart sinks. âSo June was wrong?â We donât have much time left.
âNo,â Baz says, scratching the stubble on his chin, âJune was right. Itâs a maitotoxin.â
A heart-wrenching sob tears from Siennaâs throat. Elijah reaches up to rub her shoulder in consolation. Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose and leans against the wall. Jackie sets her chin, tears filling her eyes.
Bryce swallows, furrowing his brow. âBut ââ his blood runs cold, and he shudders as a shiver runs up his spine. âFuck, thereâs no cure for that.â He searches for a friend in the lab, but Siennaâs sobbing, Elijahâs fighting his own tears, Jackie wonât meet his eye, and he knows no one else except Ethan. He holds Ethanâs eye. âCaseyâsâthat means Caseyâs going to die?â
The crushing weight of it all threatens to gut him. He stands up, and he nearly pitches forward. His stomach lurches, and whether thatâs from a need to vomit or from the sobs threatening to bubble up, he doesnât know. âIâm going to lose her,â he whispers.
Baz reaches out and catches his wrist. âSheâs not gone yet.â With his free hand, he rubs his forehead. âWeâll try and save Rafael too, of course, but Caseyâs lucky because she didnât get as much of the toxin. She might survive.â
Bryce shakes off his hand. âBaz, what are the chances of her making it?â He shoves his hand through his hair, his chest heaving. âThereâs no cure. And even if you guys could make one, she doesnât have weeks! She doesnât even have days! She ââ
Ethan crosses the room quickly and sets both hands on his shoulders. âI know you care about her ââ
Bryce shoves Ethan away. âLike hell! Sheâs my girlfriend, and I loââ he sucks in a deep breath. âWhat can you all do? None of you are God! Sheâs going to die here, and if not tonight, then tomorrow, and ââ his knees buckle. Ethan wraps an arm around him and helps lower him to the ground.
No one speaks.
***
He doesnât know how his feet move. Right now, it feels like he canât breathe, like his lungs stop before he can breathe in. His body trembles with each step, and yet, he canât move quickly enough, canât wait to stand in front of Caseyâs room and see her alive for one of the last times.
Bryce squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head once. Tears escape down his cheeks, and he quickly reaches up to swipe them away. Sienna cries softly, her head on Jackieâs shoulder. In front of him, he can hear Elijah sniffling. The diagnosticians try to exude confidence, try and hold their chins high, but Bazâs eyes fill with tears.
And Casey will know itâs bad news.
Sheâs so far away from him.
He would do anything to trade places with her, even just to be in the same room as her and hold her and kiss her and tell her that he loves her and everything will be okay, but the glass windows that separate the living from the dying hold firm. Her face falls when her eyes meet his.
She swallows. âWhat is it?â
Ethan sighs deeply and runs a hand through his hair. Baz turns his head and swipes at his cheeks. Only June seems to have any level of composure.
âItâs a maitotoxin,â Ethan says. âOne Iâve never seen before.â His voice gets quieter the more he explains.
Bryce finds himself gently shouldering himself forward, hand itching to touch the glass, to assure Casey that heâs there for her.
âWeâll find a way,â Ethan says. âWeâll fix this.â
Jackie lifts her chin. âYou have the smartest diagnostic minds and the best residents at the hospital on this case. Weâll definitely find a cure with the nine of us working on it.â
âMake that more.â Aurora waves Tobias and a few other Mass Kenmore doctors forward. âI present you the best minds Mass Kenmore can offer.â
Bryce doesnât hear much else, but he meets Auroraâs eyes, then Tobiasâs, and prays that they can see what his voice fails to say. Thank you. Thank you for giving her another chance at life.
The diagnosticians wave goodbye to Casey and head back to the lab, but he stays by the window. He puts his hands in his white coat pocket, takes them out, and shakes them a little bit. When Casey tilts her head, studying him, he tries to force a smile. It wonât reach his eyes.
He clears his throat. âItâs all gonna be okay, Casey. I promise.â I pray. I pray, I promise. He shuffles closer. The glass is too damn thick.
She sniffles and presses her lips together. âYou donât have to be optimistic for my sake.â A stray tear falls down her cheek, and she reaches up to rub it away with her thumb.
Bryce sighs and licks his lips. His own eyes well with tears. This is harder than I thought it could be. Sheâs so small, and her body jerks with shivers. Her knees buckle, and she sways on her feet, but she refuses to move back to her bed. She stays with him, and he will stay with her, until death do them part.
ââŠIâm not,â he admits. âItâs for my sake. If I donât stay optimistic ââ he shakes his head ruefully, lifting his hand to the glass again, ââ Iâm gonna fucking lose it.â He breathes in shakily, past the point of caring about the unshed tears in his eyes. âI canât let myself do that. Not yet.â
She steps forward and lifts both hands to the glass.
He presses his forehead to the window. âNot while thereâs still hope,â he whispers.
âBryce, Iâm scared,â she whispers, her voice carrying through the glass. âIâm going to die tonight.â
His heart twinges. âWhat if I stayed with you for a while? Would that help? Thereâs another hazmat suit out here.â And he hates it, hates that he can only see her while wrapped in twenty pounds of plastic and completely unable to feel her skin, unable to kiss her, to press his forehead to hers. But itâs something, it would allow him to be with her, and he would cut off ten years of his life for the opportunity to be with her now.
She nods quickly. âPlease stay with me tonight.â
Immediately, he suits up. Doesnât give a damn whether or not heâs actually doing it right, but he saw June, Baz, and Ethan all do it before â twice, actually â and heâs itching to get in there and hold his girlfriend in his arms. As soon as he can, he steps through the decontamination tent, and envelops Casey in his arms.
She sighs in relief, her left arm tucked under his right and her right arm wrapped tightly around his neck. âThank you,â she whispers, and heâs almost certain he can hear her tears dripping onto his hazmat suit.
He squeezes her tighter. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â If I couldâve done anything â maybe I shouldâve stayed in Kyraâs surgery, maybe invited her to watch, gotten lunch with her â maybeâŠ
Thereâs nothing more in the world he wants to do than kiss her, so he settles on pulling her as close to himself as he dares, with her lungs as weak as they are.
She shakes her head. âItâs not your fault.â
He nods. âI know. I know itâs notâitâs only Travisâs and maybe that shit senatorâs. But Iâm so sorry. I wish I could do more.â
Casey steps away from him and studies him.
Bryce clears his throat and forces his smile again. It comes a bit easier, now that he can hold her in his arms. âSo, am I handsome? Or am I somehow even more handsome in this suit? Be honest and know that I only accept constructive criticism in the form of praise.â His heart hammers in his chest.
At the sound of her telltale giggle, he relaxes. âItâs not quite doing it for me, Iâm not going to lie. Still handsome and still the best eye candy in the hospital, but Iâm docking points because I canât see your hair.â
He nods solemnly. âFair. My hair is my best feature.â Casey giggles again, and instinctively, he reaches out to brush his fingers over her cheek. âLetâs try and get your mind off this. Whatâs your favorite thing?â
She twists her lips. âYou,â she says so quietly that heâs not sure he heard her right.
âYeah?â he asks, the first genuine smile gracing his lips since this morning.
She nods again. âYeah.â
âDoesnât surprise me. Not to make you feel like youâre not special, but Iâm a lot of peopleâs reason for living.â Please keep living. Keep fighting. If for no other reason, then for me.
Her jaw drops and she gently shoves him. âNo fair! You asked me my favorite thing, not my reason for living. In light of the new phrasing, Iâm changing my answer to âpictures of cute animals.ââ
He chuckles, shaking his head. âOkay, fair. Even I canât be mad at that.â
She smiles brightly, in deep contrast to how frail her body is. Reaching out, she brushes his helmet. âGosh, youâre pretty.â
And he doesnât know why that cripples him, why that brings the tears back into his chest, but his smile falls, and he bites back tears. For her sake. She canât know how scared he is.
Her eyes widen. âWhatâs wrong? Did I say something wrong?â
He shakes his head rapidly. âNo.â He clears his throat. âI justâŠCase, I really am trying to stay positive. We both have to. ButâŠbut when I heard you were in danger, my heart stopped.â He holds his hand up to his stomach. âIt dropped. I was so scared for you, Case. I was terrified, and I donâtâIâve never been that scared before, and I pray to God I donât have to be again.â
Casey nods, avoiding his eyes. She holds her left elbow in her hand, her free arm hanging limply at her side. âI know what you mean.â
Bryce squeezes her arm. âI called your parents.â
She sniffles, eyes flicking to his. âTheyâre visiting my brother in Oregon.â
âThey said that. Theyâre gonna get here as soon as they can. Apparently, Loganâs also trying to make it up here, but they told me to tell you that it might be hard.â
âI wish I had my phone. Just so I could talk to them, yâknow.â Her tears are flowing more freely. âTo say goodbye.â She clears her throat and looks up at him. âIâm glad I got that with you, at least.â
He cups her face in his plastic gloved hands. Theoretically, he could chicken out right now. Could just tell her that she means a lot to him, more than she knows, but itâs her last night, and he would hate himself if he never told her. âI love you, Casey. More than you know, probably. And the idea of losing youâŠâ his throat closes, a rock forming, so he shakes his head ruefully. He meets her eyes. âI love you so very much, Casey Grace Valentine. More than anything.â
Despite the saddened goodbye, the desperate reveal, her smile is genuine, and despite the plastic helmet on his head, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses the front of his mask. âI love you, too, Bryce Lahela. More than anything, and more than anyone.â Casey shuffles forward and presses her forehead to his chest. He wraps his arms around her. âAnd if tonightâs my last night on earth, then youâre the one I want to spend it with.â
He clears his throat, trying to avoid propping his chin on her head. It couldnât be comfortable. âWell, damn, Casey. Talk about bittersweet.â
She steps back and twines her fingers in his. âSo maybe we can just focus on the sweet part?â
Bryce nods. âYou should get some rest.â He hates saying it, because as long as sheâs awake, he knows sheâs alive, and he can hear her voice, can share whispered I love yous between them, but her body is fighting to give her even the smallest chance, and she keeps swaying on her feet.
Nodding, she shuffles to the bed, but as soon as she reaches it, she turns to face him. âWould you hold me?â
His smile is watery. âIâd love to, Casey.â The setup is awkward, with the tiny hospital bed and his bulky hazmat suit, but they make it work, and he curls around her body, pulling her as close to himself as he can manage. If he closes his eyes, he thinks he can feel her heartbeat against his chest. But he can also hear it on the monitor, and right now, thatâs the most beautiful sound in the world to him.
Well. Second, really, only to Caseyâs voice.
She runs her fingers over his suit. âI wish I could feel your skin.â
He shifts, trying to assure her of their closeness. âYou will.â
With her back to him, he canât see her tears, but he can hear them in her voice and when she sniffles. âI wish I could kiss you.â
His heart shatters, and he hates, he despises how this might be her last night, and they wonât even share a last kiss. But she doesnât need his anger or depression now, she needs assurance. She needs the unshakable Bryce Lahela, so he forces confidence into his voice and props himself up so she can hear him better. âSorry, was I mumbling? You will, Casey. Youâre going to get through this.â
She tugs him back to their original position, his arm draped tightly over her stomach. âBryce, thereâs not a cure for a maitotoxin. If I donât die tonight, I die tomorrow. Andâand I wonât be able to kiss you one last time, or feel your skin. I wonât be able to run my hands through your hair again orâor make love with you again or anything.â She chokes on a sob. âAnd thatâs not to mention my roommates or my family. Theyâre downstairs, working on a cure that will probably come too late instead of saying goodbye.â
âOr theyâre saving your life.â
âIt will be too late!â she shouts. âIâm going to die, Bryce. Youâre a surgeon. Weâre both doctors, so you and I both know that Iâm not walking out of this alive.â
He sighs deeply. âI donât think thereâs anything wrong with hoping right now, Case. Itâs all we have.â
Her shoulders shake. âIâm scared, Bryce. JustâŠtell me itâll be okay.â
Bryce brushes her hair away from her neck. âIt will be, Casey, I really believe that. Ethan and the others will come through.â He pulls her so close to him that the plastic probably does no good, but he couldnât care less. âUntil then,â he says, âjust stay with me.â
She nods. âI love you. So much.â
He wishes he could kiss her. âI love you, too.â
***
He doesnât sleep. His body wants to, of course, but the adrenaline still pulses through his veins, and the idea that if he closes his eyes, Casey might stop breathing and her heart might stop beating is too much for him to bear, so he keeps himself awake.
He prays, too. Not because heâs particularly religious, but if thereâs one thing he has left, itâs hope, and he canât see where God or the universe would hold it against him to hope, to pray. He doesnât know who to pray to, really, so he just throws it out there and hopes something sticks. It has to. It has to.
Around five or six in the morning â Bryce canât see the clock around all the plastic covering, but the sun is rising â Casey wakes up with a jerk, looks around wildly, catches his eye, and retches into the sick bag by her bed. He bites his lip and rubs her back soothingly. When the nausea stops, she leans back into his chest, blinking tiredly.
âI hate this,â she says. Her lips are dry.
With his plastic-covered hands, he smooths her hair away from her face. âDo you have a hair tie?â
She shakes her head, but thereâs a small smile on her mouth. âGuess I didnât die last night, after all.â
He squeezes her shoulder. âSee? Thereâs still hope.â
The bags under her eyes have grown darker. Vomit crusts the corners of her mouth. She canât stop shivering, and she keeps scratching her skin. Her voice is weak.
Thereâs still hope, he said, but she just keeps getting worse. He can hope and pray all he wants, but her death is fast-approaching, and if the other doctors canât come through by this afternoonâŠ
Ethan, Baz, and June walk into the room. Caseyâs roommates crowd around the window, Sienna nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet. Jackie smiles, and Elijah reaches out to grip her hand. Tobias meets Ethanâs eye and nods once.
Bryce sits up immediately. Does that mean�
Jackie canât contain her glee. âWe did it! We found a cure.â
Ethan nods slightly, a smile curling at his mouth. âAt least, we hope so.â
Both Bryce and Casey furrow their brows. âYou hope so?â
Tobias clears his throat. âWe didnât exactly have time to test it out.â
Sienna hooks a thumb in his direction. âBut we administered it to Rafael. Itâit might be too late for him, butâŠâ
ââbut he hasnât shown any signs of getting worse,â Elijah chips in. He nods at Casey. âThereâs hope. We think itâll work.â
Casey hums. âWhat else do I have to lose?â
Ethan steps forward, syringe in hand. âIf you would.â
Casey holds her arm out to him, but her body has clearly weakened overnight. Bryce cradles her against his chest, holding her arm still as Ethan prepares the injection. âHow do we know if it works?â
Ethan shrugs, sliding the needle into her vein. âIâm assuming something similar as what has happened to Mr. Aveiro: no worsening of symptoms and hopefully even improvement. Weâll run some tests in a few hours, assuming you feel the same or better.â He steps back. âDr. Lahela, if you would.â
Bryceâs eyes flash. âYou honest to God think Iâm leaving her here?â
June sighs. âYou have to. The hazmat suit only has so much available oxygen, and you stretched it far beyond its limit already. We donât want to have to admit you, too.â
He sets his jaw. âIâm willing to take that risk.â
Casey gently places her hand on his chest. âBut Iâm not. Theyâll come get you if anything happens to me.â Her eyes seek out her friends and colleagues. âRight?â
They all nod. âIâll send for Bryce personally,â Baz replies.
She squeezes his hand, and for a second, he thinks he can feel her skin. âGo,â she whispers. âI have a fighting chance now.â
***
âYou need to get some sleep,â Jackie tells him, handing him a cup of coffee all the same.
Bryce takes it from her, mouthing his thanks, and lifts it to his lips. Across the room, Tobias shakes Ethanâs hand, clapping him on the shoulder. Aurora stands behind him, shifting her weight from foot to foot. When it looks like heâs about to leave, she hooks her thumb over her shoulder, and he nods.
âSienna,â Aurora says, crossing the room, âyou should get some sleep, too.â
Sienna wipes her eyes hastily. âDannyâs dead, Aurora.â
Aurora presses her lips together and rubs her back soothingly. âIâm so sorry, Sienna.â
Bryce nods, lowering his cup of coffee. âIâm sorry for your loss, Sienna.â He sighs, sets down his drink, and wraps her in a hug. âTruly, Iâm so sorry.â
She sniffles and squeezes him tightly. âBut Raf and Casey are still here. Thatâs good.â She steps back and forces a smile. âIt makes it easier, I think.â
Aurora wraps an arm around her shoulder and guides her to the on-call room. Bryce sighs again and leans against the countertop, reaching behind him to grab his coffee.
Jackie crosses her arms. âSo?â
He looks up. âSo what?â
âYouâre not going to get some sleep?â
He pinches the bridge of his nose and knocks back whatâs left in his cup. The coffee is lukewarm. âI need to check on Keiki and give her an update. And I know the Valentines are on their way, so I should get in contact with them, tell them Case is still alive. At least I have some good news for them.â
Jackie grabs his shoulders and steers him out of the break room. âAnd youâll have more soon. We canât confirm anything yet, and you need to rest.â
âJackie, I ââ
She stops and moves to stand in front of him. âYouâre not the only person who cares about her.â She gestures vaguely around the hallway. âWhy else do you think we stayed up all night to synthesize a cure? Why Aurora brought her colleagues from Mass Ken? Why Tobias and Ethan set aside their differences to work on this?â Jackie glances over her shoulder and leans closer. âDude, Sienna was crushing hard on Danny, and he died, and she still continued to work on this cure to help Casey.â
He nods and bites his thumbnail. âNo, I know. I know how close you all are, butâJackie, sheâs the love of my life.â It comes out easier now, now that Casey knows. âI canât stand not knowing.â
âWell, youâre in the same boat as the rest of us. Text your sister and Caseyâs family, give them an update, then get some rest. Iâll personally make sure Sienna knows about this, too.â
Bryce chokes out a watery laugh and holds his hands up in surrender. âI give up, you win.â He holds up his index finger in Jackieâs face. âBut the moment we have something definitive on Casey, you come get me.â
Jackie sticks out her hand. âDeal.â
***
From: Bryce
Stayed w Case all night
Wore a hazmat suit, dw
Gonna still be at the hospital until we know more
How were you last night?
From: Pest
are you okay??? hows casey????
and dw about me
From: Bryce
Iâm fine just a little tired
We found a cure?? We think?? Weâre waiting to know more
Also Iâm your guardian, Iâm legally obligated to worry, how were you last night??
From: Pest
well get some rest ig
and thats good!!!! rooting for her (tell her i said hi)
alright fine it was a rough night but thats bc of you and casey and i was worried
From: Bryce
I will soon, just need to update the Valentines (same for telling Case you said hi)
Did you eat??
From: Pest
no i photosynthesized
From: Bryce
Dick
From: Pest
all that was in the fridge was ur chicken from hell and it was late so i asked mrs zimmerman for food
love that woman to death
she gave me lasagna and cookies
âŠ
also i watched tv until late and slept in your bed lol
From: Bryce
Wow
I go through a crisis
Discover Iâm in love with my dying girlfriend
And you steal my bed and insult my cooking
From: Pest
oh pls
you got food poisoning from it too
From: Bryce
Ughhhhhh
Just go to school, Iâll keep you updated on Casey
And donât try and argue your way out of it, I canât be responsible for you committing truancy
âŠ
But depending on how sheâs doing, Iâll try and get you to visit Casey asap
From: Pest
how can i concentrate in school when my favorite sibling is deathly ill
From: Bryce
Do you want me to tell Case that you tried to use her as an excuse to get out of school
Bc I will
From: Pest
fine!!!! getting ready
[middle finger emoji]
***
Two hands grip his shoulders, and he starts awake, looking around wildly, hands forming into a fist. His eyes land on an overjoyed Jackie, whoâs bouncing up and down. âIt worked! Bryce, it worked!â
He sits up straight. âCaseyâs alright?â
Jackie nods quickly, eyes welling up with tears. âSheâs alright! I mean, of course, she has to recover, but the maitotoxinâs not going to kill her.â
Bryce grins and springs out of bed. âIâve gotta go see her!â
âWhat, youâre not gonna update her folks?â
He stops in his tracks at that, fishing his phone out of his pocket. âYou know what, fair.â With one hand, he pushes his hair away from his face while he scrolls through his contacts for Mr. Valentineâs contact.
From: Bryce
Good news!! Caseyâs improving!!! The cure the diagnostics team administered to her is working, and she should be on the road to recovery by the time you get here.
[Message not delivered!]
He groans. âThey must be on the flight.â Shaking his head, he tucks his phone back into his pocket. âDoesnât matter. I need to go see her.â
Jackie waves her hand. âGo see your girl, lover boy.â
Bryce sprints upstairs, breezing quickly past Harper and Takana. He canât help the smile on his face, so when he catches Harperâs eye, she physically relaxes and gives him a nod. Tanaka stops him briefly to shake his hand and to congratulate him.
Normally, Bryce would prioritize this kind of conversation with Takana. Itâs not just congratulating him that his girlfriend is still alive and hope is alive and well â after all, he did get through the most difficult part of Kyraâs surgery and essentially left Tanaka to close. His career could catapult with this conversation.
And it will. It can just wait a few minutes.
Bryce excuses himself and bounces on the balls of his feet while he waits for the elevator. Maybe he should text Keiki. She should be getting out of school soon. He glances at his watch. In twenty minutes, actually.
The elevator dings before he can fish his phone out of his pocket, so he slips inside, presses the button for the seventh floor, and taps his fingers against his thigh during the agonizingly long elevator ride. Once the elevator doors begin to slide open, he squeezes past them and sprints to her room.
Before he reaches her room, he slows to a stop and pushes his hand through his hair. If he cranes his neck, he can see her through the glass. She sits on her bed, swinging her legs back and forth, staring outside while biting the inside of her lip.
The glass. It separated the dying from the living, but now, it separates the living from each other.
He strides through the decontamination tent, knowing that there is absolutely no way that he can erase the smile off his face. Opening his arms wide, he locks eyes with Casey. âIt worked!â
Her jaw drops and her eyes widen. She straightens.
Bryce lets out a watery laugh, brushing the tears away from his cheeks with his thumb. âI told you it was going to be okay. I told you ââ
Casey streaks across the room, launching herself into his arms with such force that he stumbles backwards.
Immediately, he wraps his arms around her, pressing one hand to the small of her back to pull her closer. With his other hand, he cups the back of her neck. She tucks her face into the crook of his neck, and he can feel her tears dripping hot and fast against his neck.
He rests his chin on her shoulder. âCouldnât wait for me to cross the room, huh?â
She shakes her head quickly. âNo.â Stepping back, she grabs the front of his scrubs and pulls him into a dizzyingly deep kiss. His arms wrap around her to hold her close.
When they finally break apart, he rests his forehead against hers. She lifts her hand to brush her fingers across his cheeks. âI love you,â he says.
Casey stands on her tiptoes, capturing his mouth in hers again. âI love you, too.â
Bryce cups her face in his hands and kisses her once, twice, three times. âThank you,â he whispers, eyes fluttering shut.
She wraps one arm around his neck, keeping one hand on his cheek. âFor what?â
He kisses her forehead. âFor being alive.â
#bryce lahela#casey valentine#open heart choices#open heart fic#my fic#bryce x mc#bryce x casey#open heart: second year#2.11#mostly canon compliant
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Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff
One Shots A - 1
A Birthday To Remember - @choicesfanaf  Ethan attends Arundhati's birthday party.
A Cheesy Halloween Story - @jerzwriter đ» Ethan refuses to be Mickey to Caseyâs Minnie. But when itâs Bryce to the rescue, heâs none too pleased. Feat. Sienna and Bryce
A Christmas Elf - @genevievemd đ Gen surprises Ethan at the hospital with lunch... and their 4 month old daughter dressed as an elf!
A Christmas Meeting - @trappedinfanfiction  đ It's finally time for Ethan and Celia to celebrate their first Christmas together. It'll also be the chance they need for Ethan to finally meet her family
A Christmas Miracle - @drethanramslay đ Leah has a very important gift for Ethan this year.
A Conversation With His Father - @genevievemd While visiting his father, Ethan comes to a realization. Feat. Alan Ramsey
A Crash With Fate - @trappedinfanfiction Ethan has a bad day, a surprise encounter might turn it into a better one.
A Cure for Homesickness - @choicesfanaf  Ethan makes a delicious meal for Arundhati.
A Day at Home - @potionsprefect Ethan spends a day with his kids whilst Victoria works.
A Day in the Life - @blazerina
A Day Off - @lucy-268 The competition for best intern and the spot on the diagnostics team is underway.
A Day to Ourselves - @mrsbhandari They have a picnic date.
A Day to Remember - @trappedinfanfiction  Itâs their big day, and with that comes nerves.
A Dance In The Moonlight - @bex-la-get Natalie and Ethan share a moonlit dance.
A (Finally) Quiet Night At Home? - @lucy-268  MC curses in front of their children and hopes Ethan steps on a lego.
A Family Day - @jerzwriter Kaycee and Ethan introduce baby Emma to some of her mother's favorite things.
A Happy New Year - @takeharryandgo đ New Years at Donahueâs in Book 1 and pre Miami. Feat. Harper
A Hawaiian Prank - @potionsprefect He thought it was going to be a relaxing break.
A Home With Love - @potionsprefect After a bad day at work, Ethan cannot wait to get home.
A Letter to My Love - @potionsprefect The night before their wedding, Ethan and Victoria pen a letter to each other.
A Little Delay - @jerzwriter It's a lazy Saturday afternoon, and Ethan is marveling at how much his life has changed... and how much he wants to do with Celia... but then, things take a not-so-sweet turn.
A Little Holiday Cheer - @jerzwriter đ It all started at Ethan & Merida's place, so it's only fitting that we go back there again! Feat. Bryce x F!OC, Ethan x F!MC, Tobias x F!MC
A Love Like This - @genevievemd (2.17) MC questions whether or not she made the right decision with Esme and Ethan is there to offer advice.
A Lunch Break Observation - @ambraambrose  Ethan observes the new cohort of interns and forms his opinions. Set in book 1.
A Merry Christmas - @takeharryandgo đ A fluffy little Christmas fic featuring our favorite doctor and intern.
A Moment for Cuddles - @ethanramseysrookiexox đ After Christmas dinner, Ethan and Charity enjoy a cuddle
A Moment of Peace - @genevievemd In which Ethan comforts Gen.
A Moulin Rouge Birthday - @tveitertotwrites  It's Claire's 30th birthday and the gang has a Moulin Rouge Broadway themed party.
A New Era - @genevievemd Gen and Natalie head to the ERA's tour, then make a startling discovery. Feat. Bryce Lahela x F!OC
A New Life - @potionsprefect Luke and Lily are welcomed into the world.
A New Team Member - @storyofmychoices  Ellie tries to hire a new team member for the diagnostics department.
A Night At The Movies - @takeharryandgo Ethan runs into Meredith at the Classics on the Common movie night. Set in book 1, Ch 8
A Night at the Opera House - @lucy-268 Ethan wants to stay home, but Charley wants to go to a charity gala. They are going, obviously.
A Novel Concept - @jerzwriter Ethan Ramsey is in the dog house. It's apparently clear, and his buddy, Tobias, comes in with an assist. Feat. Tobias Carrick
A Perfect Christmas - @lem-20 đ Casey asks Ethan to spend Christmas day with her
A Place to Call Home - @coffeeheartaddict2  Ethan and a pregnant Casey move into their new apartment in the seaport district.
A Place To Call Home - @potionsprefect Victoria and Ethan make a house a home.
#open heart#open heart fanfic#open heart fanfiction#ethan ramsey#ethan ramsey x mc#ethan x mc#ethan ramsey x f!mc#pure fluff#one shots
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Queer MTL things to do : November 2024
As the weather grows colder in November, indoor activities heat up all over the city! And like every month, MontrĂ©al is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, hereâs some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, including those not announced at time of publication, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!
Alors que le temps se refroidit en novembre, les activitĂ©s dâintĂ©rieur nous rĂ©chauffent dans toute la ville! Et comme tous les mois, MontrĂ©al propose une foule dâĂ©vĂ©nements, de soirĂ©es et dâexpĂ©riences uniques qui font briller toutes les nuances de lâarc-en-ciel LGBTQ+. Entre prestations drag et activitĂ©s communautaires, festivals bien en vue et Ă©vĂ©nements underground, voici notre sĂ©lection des choses les plus gaies Ă faire dans la ville. Pour rester Ă lâaffĂ»t de tout ajout, suivez QueerMTL sur Instagram, X, Facebook et Tumblr! Vous prĂ©sentez un Ă©vĂ©nement? Ăcrivez-nous!
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đ„ Cinema đ Drag đ„ł Parties đ¶ Concert â Activism đłïžââ§ïž Trans đłïžâđ Community đ Comedy đ Performance đȘ Sports đŻââïž Dance đ€ Karaoke đš Arts đ Literary / Educational đ Ballroom / Vogue
Friday, November 1, 2024
đš Pointe-Ă -CalliĂšreâs exhibition WitchesâOut of the Shadows runs until April 6, 2025, Pointe-Ă -CalliĂšre đ„ł Pikete returns with Ori Lababy, La Niña Kiwi, Jashim, Culturalex, Anaconda Lasabrosa, Sisi Superstar, Queefy Latina and MCHERRY, La SottereneaÂ đ„ł GIRLS THEYS RAVE present GTR | Lesbian & Sapphic Halloween with DJs GwineStefani, Dracvla and Medasking, Cabaret Berlin đ„ł Cerise Noire goth night with UN, Esther Splett and DJ JTA, Notre-Dame-Des-Quilles đ„ł BIMBO presents BIMBOWEEN with Ian Jackman, DISKOMMANDER, DJ G3MINI and Esirena, plus a multi-category costume contest, Le LivartÂ đ„ł Psychdelic Babylon presents the Psychedelic Halloween Masquerade with Electric Universe and Phase, Le Sainte-Catherine Hall đ Closet dâAlibabette presents Le Cabaret des CuriositĂ©s : SpĂ©cial Halloween with La Freak du Show, Demone Lastrange, Sir Vergon, Xtra Dip and others, Centre de mĂ©diation culturelle âLâĂ©phĂ©mĂšre đȘ MontrĂ©al Roller Derby hosts Champs at Champs: Global Championship Roller Derby Watch Party Fundraiser with DJs and crafting, Champs đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Carmen Sutra, Erica and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Saturday, November 2, 2024
đ€ Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, CafĂ© ClĂ©opatra đ Doll Domination featuring an all-trans cast with Esirena, Denim, Jay Show, Casanova, Bijoux, Shasha and Safierce Diamonds, Complexe Sky đ„ł Homegrown Harvest presents Halloween Rave 2024 with WATA IGARASHI, Marie Davidson, Lis Dalton b2b Esme, Xia b2b urmumsfavdj, Hidi, Kris Guilty b2b Gene Tellem, Lexis and Alina b2b Guthrie, venue announced day of đ„ł Queen & Queer hosts their Halloween Dance Party with Sandy Duperval, DJ Mc Coy, Lisa Dalton and Lia Plutonic in B2B and DJ Sam, Bain Mathieu đ Voulez Vous Productions presents an Affordable Costume Making Class with Rosie Bourgeoisie, book for location đ Le brunch with Raquel, a queer and trans bilingual comedy show with Raquel Maestre, KÄ, Lucy Gervais, Carmina Berbari, Nat Pace, Alo Azimov and Caro Monast, Agenda đȘ MontrĂ©al Roller Derby hosts Champs at Champs: Global Championship Roller Derby Watch Party Fundraiser with DJs and crafting, Champs đ„ł đłïžâđ Studio ZX, FANTOM and PUMP present PUMP with DJs FLLEUR, Technique Nado and Syana and rhythmic cardio by Mags, Place du Village đ„ł SUPER TASTE MTL presents 90's DANCE PARTY : Ădition Halloween, Ausgang Plaza đ L'EuguĂ©lionne, feminist bookstore hosts a book launch for Monia Mazighâs Farida, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ Jackbox Games with the Gahds with Uma Gahd and Selma Gahd, Bar Le Cocktail đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Tracy Trash, Carmen Sutra, Erica and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ DrĂŽles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma DĂ©jĂ vu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Sunday, November 3, 2024
đ Ligue dâimpro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado đȘ MontrĂ©al Roller Derby hosts Champs at Champs: Global Championship Roller Derby Watch Party Fundraiser with DJs and crafting, Champs đ Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and BobĂ©pine, Carmen Sutra and Gina Gates, Cabaret Mado đ Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Monday, November 4, 2024
đ Câest juste lundi, place Ă la relĂšve !! with Sally-D, Bar Le Cocktail
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
đ Full GisĂšle : Top et bottom with GisĂšle Lullaby, Lady Guidoune, Victoire de Rockwell, Clay Thorris and Tracy Trash, Cabaret Mado đ Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro MontrĂ©al
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
đ The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts a book launch for Martina Chumovaâs Je mets mes rĂȘves sur la table, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ Sasha Baga presents DIVAAS with PĂ©tula Claque and Adriana, Cabaret Mado
Thursday, November 7, 2024
đ Krystella Fame presents Girlsâ Night Out with Crystal Starz and Zahra Bizarre, Cabaret Mado đ Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail đ„ł LâOrage presents Jeudi diversitĂ© !, LâOrage Club
Friday, November 8, 2024
đ LâEuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts reading and signing with Chanel Sutherland and Murgatroyd Monaghan, LâEuguĂ©lionne đłïžâđ Eros and JAG host the Le VibraFonds 2024âSoirĂ©e Bingo!, Longueuil đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Crystal Starz, Ciatha Night, Velma Jones and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Saturday, November 9, 2024
đ The Violet Hour Book Club reads Alice Winnâs In Memoriam, Librairie Pulp Books & Cafe đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts a book launch for Eve Martin Jalbertâs Promesse d'un monde encore incertain, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ„ł đłïžâđ Studio ZX and FANTOM present Oxygen with DJs Bullshit Artist and Persuasion, Place du Village đ„ł SUPER TASTE MTL and Homopop presents Hot To Go: Chappell Roan & Friends Dance Party, Bar Le Ritz PDB đ Jimmy Moore personifies Taylor Swift, Cabaret Mado đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Crystal Starz, Ciatha Night, Velma Jones and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ DrĂŽles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma DĂ©jĂ vu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Sunday, November 10, 2024
đ Le Brunch aux Folles with Misty Waterfalls, Sisi Sinatra and Miss Fountain, Social Verdun đ Afternoon Drag Cafe with Itsh and Timothy Toxic, Agenda Co-op Bookstore đ Reines Stones present Sunday Sin Day: Circus of Hell with Quinzy Chase, Sasha DĂ©sir, Siren Mayhem and Mina Minou, Wiggle Room đ Ligue dâimpro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado đ Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Kiara, Kelly Torrieli and Marla Deer, Cabaret Mado đ Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Monday, November 11, 2024
đ Vous ĂȘtes invitĂ©.e.s featuring the wedding ceremony of Val de Freak and Prudence, officiated by Heaven Genderfck with special performances, Cabaret Mado đ Câest juste lundi, place Ă la relĂšve !! with Sally-D, Bar Le Cocktail
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
đ Full GisĂšle : Pop Y2K with GisĂšle Lullaby, Saltina Shaker, Sunshine Glitterchild, Lady Boom Boom and PĂ©tula Claque, Cabaret Mado đ Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro MontrĂ©al
Wednesday, November 13, 2024
đ The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts a bilingual discussion on Mandi Grayâs Suing for Silence: Sexual Violence and Defamation and Kharoll-Ann Souffrantâs Le privilĂšge de dĂ©noncer with the authors in attendance, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ Dance Again with Amy Haze, Gabriella, Kelly Torrieli, Kitana, Miss Butterfly, Rita Baga and Sasha Baga, Cabaret Mado
Thursday, November 14, 2024
đ Slaysians with Manny, Adâhorrible, CC Chanel, EmmĂtional Damage, Jebbie, Justin, Kajol, Khann, Korra Anarchâkey, Psyberia, Rameez Karim, Song, Suri Racha and Ken Antonio, Cabaret Mado đŻââïž MontrĂ©al Heels Festival, dedicated to the art of dancing in heels, HĂŽtel Bonaventure MontrĂ©al đ Sis Void and Dark Felina present Cabaret Nocturna with Diana Bastet, Celesta OâLee, Tristan Ginger, Miss Pretty Pretentious, Royal T and Sasha DĂ©sir, Cabaret Berlin đ„ Queer Cinema Club of MontrĂ©al and Image+Nation hosts two screenings of Gregg Araki's Mysterious Skin, Cinema Moderne đ Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail đ„ł LâOrage presents Jeudi diversitĂ© !, LâOrage Club
Friday, November 15, 2024
đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts a book launch for AimĂ©e LĂ©vesqueâs Parmi les femmes, LâEuguĂ©lionne đŻââïž MontrĂ©al Heels Festival, dedicated to the art of dancing in heels, HĂŽtel Bonaventure MontrĂ©al đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Barbada, Daisy Wood, Peggy Sue, Krystella Fame and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ Vendredi Fou : Pants Free Evening with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Saturday, November 16, 2024
đ€ Bareoke: Strip Karaoke, CafĂ© ClĂ©opatra đ„ł Lez Dance hosts SoirĂ©e entre elles! LEZ DANZE together! with DJ Franklyne, Stock & Soda đ„ł Butch-Femme Prom, Champs Bar đŻââïž MontrĂ©al Heels Festival, dedicated to the art of dancing in heels, HĂŽtel Bonaventure MontrĂ©al đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts the roundtable discussion LittĂ©rature et rĂ©volution with Sayaka Araniva-Yanez, Liza Hammar, Paola OuĂ©draogo and Missila Izza, LâEuguĂ©lionne đ Jimmy Moore personifies Madonna: The Celebration Tour, Cabaret Mado đ Mary J. Kay presents Patsy Gallant, Bar Le Cocktail đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Barbada, Daisy Wood, Peggy Sue, Krystella Fame and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ DrĂŽles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma DĂ©jĂ vu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Sunday, November 17, 2024
đ A Very Pretentious Comedy Show #20 with Raquel Maestre, Eve Parker Finley, Lou Laurence, Brad MacDonald, Sara Meleika, Andrina Learmonth, Jason Houle and Sarah Boivin, CafĂ© La ligne Verte đ Ligue dâimpro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado đ Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Sasha Baga, PĂ©tula Claque and Lady Boom Boom, Cabaret Mado đŻââïž MontrĂ©al Heels Festival, dedicated to the art of dancing in heels, HĂŽtel Bonaventure MontrĂ©al đ Dimanche Show 19th Anniversary! with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Monday, November 18, 2024
đ Câest juste lundi, place Ă la relĂšve !! with Sally-D, Bar Le Cocktail
Tuesday, November 19, 2024
đ Full GisĂšle : Wicked with GisĂšle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Johnny Jones, Kiara and Rowena Whey, Cabaret Mado đ Lulu Shade and Sally-D present Shade-D Show with Mike Oxlong, Bar Le Cocktail đ Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro MontrĂ©al
Wednesday, November 20, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles đ The Alt Comedy Show #2 with Raquel Maestre, Mike Carrozza, Mason Terry, Sadie Moland, Shawn Stenhouse and Carmina Berbari, Notre-Dame-Des-Quilles đ BobĂ©pine presents CĂ©line Dion... en FĂȘte with Victoire de Rockwell, Marla Deer, Jay Show, Clay Thorris and Tracy Trash, Cabaret Mado
Thursday, November 21, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ The L Word Season 2âLive! with Sarah Laurendeau, Marie-Soleil Dion, Florence Blain Mbaye, Marie-Fanny Guay, Camille LĂ©onard, NoĂ©mie Lira, MĂ©lodie NoĂ«l Rousseau and GeneviĂšve Labelle, Cabaret Mado đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts the poetry evening Ă la santĂ© de ce qui nous a pas encore tuĂ©es with Emmanuelle Riendeau, Marie-Pier Lafontaine, Marie Darsigny, Rosie Desbiens and MĂ©lopĂ©e B. Montminy, LâEuguĂ©lionne đłïžâđ Festival Jouissif MontrĂ©al hosts NoĂ«l Jouissif, and erotic and other curiosities market, Bain Mathieu đ MainLine Theatre hosts performances of Michel Marc Bouchardâs Tom Ă la ferme, MainLine Theatre đ Contestant Uma Gahd hosts screenings of Canadaâs Drag Race Season 5, Bar Le Cocktail đ Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly, Bar Le Cocktail đ„ł LâOrage presents Jeudi diversitĂ© !, LâOrage Club
Friday, November 22, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts Les disparitions qui nous habitent, a discussion on Sarine Demirjianâs Un froid qui ne me quitte pas and Nada Sattoufâs Requiem dâun aprĂšs-midi with the authors in attendance, LâEuguĂ©lionne đłïžâđ Festival Jouissif MontrĂ©al hosts NoĂ«l Jouissif, and erotic and other curiosities market, Bain Mathieu đ MainLine Theatre hosts performances of Michel Marc Bouchardâs Tom Ă la ferme, MainLine Theatre đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Jessie PrĂ©cieuse, Lady Boom Boom, Celes and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Saturday, November 23, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ Xtra Dip! hosts A Verry Glee(k) Show with Uma Gahd, Casanova, Coco Charlemagne, Champagne, Hollie Woods, Alexandra Moss, MuzâEmma and Psyberia, Bar Le Cocktail đ Jimmy Moore personifies CĂ©line Dion, Cabaret Mado đłïžâđ Festival Jouissif MontrĂ©al hosts NoĂ«l Jouissif, and erotic and other curiosities market, Bain Mathieu đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, Jessie PrĂ©cieuse, Lady Boom Boom, Celes and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ MainLine Theatre hosts performances of Michel Marc Bouchardâs Tom Ă la ferme, MainLine Theatre đ DrĂŽles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma DĂ©jĂ vu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
Sunday, November 24, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ„ł Vol X. rave with Hector Oaks, x3butterfly, Solitary Dancer and Runa & Asha, details at link đ Celebrate 15 years of drag with Emma DĂ©jĂ -vu, Bar Le Cocktail đ Ligue dâimpro Gailaxie, Cabaret Mado đ Le Tracy Show with Tracy Trash and Victoire de Rockwell, Daisy Wood and Misty Waterfalls, Cabaret Mado
Monday, November 25, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ Câest juste lundi, place Ă la relĂšve !! with Sally-D, Bar Le Cocktail
Tuesday, November 26, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ Full GisĂšle : Full CĂ©line with GisĂšle Lullaby, Nana, Crystal Starz, BobĂ©pine and Gina Hamilton, Cabaret Mado đ Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians, Impro MontrĂ©al
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ The Poly Mic open mic, Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles đ Marla Deer presents Popcorn Extra Beurre with GisĂšle Lullaby, Tracy Trash, Bambi Dextrous, BobĂ©pine, Clay Thorris and Johnny Jones, Cabaret Mado
Thursday, November 28, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ„ł QUARTZ SoirĂ©es Lesbiennes presents To The Moon and Back with DJ Lavender May, Club Confessionnal đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts a book launch for Aimee Wallâs Nous, Jane, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ Celebrate Canadaâs Drag Race Season 5 contestant Uma Gahdâs Birthday with special guests, Bar Le Cocktail đ Zize Dupanier presents Zize, Cabaret Mado đ Le Sami Party with Sami Landri and special guests, Cabaret Mado đ Contestant Uma Gahd hosts screenings of Canadaâs Drag Race Season 5, Bar Le Cocktail đ„ł LâOrage presents Jeudi diversitĂ© !, LâOrage Club
Friday, November 29, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đ„ł SUPER TASTE MTL presents ABBA and Friends Dance Party: 5th Anniversary, Bar Le Ritz PDB đ L'EuguĂ©lionne feminist bookstore hosts De corneilles et de tantes / Of crows and aunties: a conversation with Jessica Johns with Catherine Leroux and Ăric Fontaine, L'EuguĂ©lionne đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, GisĂšle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Sasha Baga and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion, Bar Le Cocktail
Saturday, November 30, 2024
đ„ Image+Nation Culture Queer film festival, various locations đłïžâđ CASA Cares hosts Q-Hour, spotlighting queer-owned and operated businesses, Concordia University đ Mado Reçoit with Mado Lamotte, GisĂšle Lullaby, Marla Deer, Sasha Baga and Nana, Cabaret Mado đ DrĂŽles de Drags with Miss Butterfly, Ciathanight, Crystal Starz or Emma DĂ©jĂ vu in rotation, Bar Le Cocktail
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Sebastian x F!MC short imagine
Just imagine Sebastian wandering into a poachers camp by accident, then getting hit with Imperius because they recognized him as the MCâs friend.
Would they have him go find you? Would you two face off in an epic battle, only for you to beat him (of course) and give him a lil kiss while heâs laying there helpless and confused because you know he probably wonât remember it.
But you visit him in the hospital and he does remember, and begs you to kiss him again because he wants to actually feel it this time??? Yum?? This is how I thought the hospital wing scene would go:
âŠâŠ..
â pleaseâ he uttered out, his hand reaching to snag her coattail before she was able to step away.
âIâve been dying to know how it felt. Iâve been driving myself crazy trying to remember it.â Sebastian let out a weak laugh, face turning pink. Esme turned back towards him, anxiety high in her chest, was he saying what she thinks he is? Esmerelda didnât know how much she could trust this Sebastian, the one hopped up on medicinal potions, his brain must be muddled drunk for him to be acting so open and honest.
âWhat?â The Slytherin girl had a feeling she knew what he meant, but after worrying about him for hours, holed up in the med ward she was tired. Tired of being the one to save, to help. Esmerelda needed Sebastian to take the lead on this.
â Kiss me again, please Esme? I need to know. Iâm going crazy knowing I finally got to kiss you and I can barely remember it.â He was practically begging, ache laying blatant on his features, his eyes looked so soft-
Well she couldnât say no when he sounded like heâd die if he couldnât have her.
âŠâŠ.
Thought of it this morning! I wonder if it will make it into a fic of mine!!!
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Book: Open Heart (book 2 rewrite)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!mc Casey Valentine
Category: angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: language
Summary: A trip to take Louise to rehab enables Ethan and Casey to have an honest discussion about their feelings. The kindness of strangers gives Kyra an idea.
Word count: 3171
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry
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It is very Wednesday morning and Casey is one again office alone but instead of working she is reading. The medical journal she is reading is starting to not makes sense and she looks at the clock- 6:00am and two hours sleep no wonder. Casey, along with her friends could not help but feel responsible for the merger falling through. It had been a week since the news and feelings eoUlf not go away, as well as everything with Esme. Despite the physical exhaustion, she had been unable to sleep much, even the thought of Ethan and the use of her toys or hands was not taking the edge off. Casey hops up from the couch and goes to the coffee machine to make a coffee. As she is filling up the water tank the door opens, it is Ethan.
âStupid question Dr Ramsey but would you like coffee?â
Ethan looks towards Casey in shock,
âWhat are you doing in so early? And yes I will have a coffee.â
Ethan walks towards the couch and sees journals everywhere. âWhat is up Casey?â With a very concerned expression.
Casey is making their coffee and is not sure how to answer Ethan. She came in because she could not sleep and she could not sleep with all that was happening. She knows he is her boss and mentor first but but her feelings were still strong and she knew that confiding in him would very easily end up with her in his bed and as much as she wanted that to happen, it would not be wise to do so.
âI couldnât sleepâ she finally replies. Casey makes her way to the couch with both coffees. Ethan takes his cup and sits down beside Casey.
Ethan asks her again what is up. âNothingâ replies Casey.
Casey changes the subject. âHow is Louise going?â
Ethan sighs. âLouise is getting discharged today and she will be going to rehab.â
âThat is good isnât it?â
âI honestly do not know. Her body has taken a serious toll from the addiction, she may be beyond help but how could I in good conscience not send her?â
Casey grabs his hand and squeezes it. âIf you need to talk you know I am here for you despite our circumstances.â
Ethan squeezes Caseyâs hand in return and massages the side of her hand with his thumb.
âThank you Casey.â
They sit there in comfortable silence. Casey has missed this among other things and Ethan has done so too, they fight the urge to kiss but Ethan is relieved that he has someone else to talk too.
They finish their coffee. Casey gets up. âI best go and get organised for my shift. See you later.â
Ethan cleans up the medical journals and puts them away. How to approach Casey with his feelings for her and how he wishes to tray again run through his mind but work was not the place.
Later on that day Casey is paged. The Diagnostics team have a new case. Marisa, the young patient has Cirrhosis, advanced hepC and has Sepsis due to an unknown infection. The team has to figure it out and the clock is ticking as the liver she was donated. After our consult with Marisa we have a chat. We run a myriad of tests and head back to the office to try and formulate a plan of attack as time is of the essence. Whilst we are in the office, Garry, one of the interns is trying to find the door handle to the diagnostics room. Myself and Ethan try to direct him too it but to no avail. He ends up shouting his message. âShe wonât go without seeing you.â Garry then leaves.
Ethan takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. Ethan admits that he had promised to take Louise to rehab. Casey and Ethan then go to see Louise to take her to rehab. On the drive to Willow Hill Recovery Centre. The tension is palpable as Ethan does not answer Louiseâs questions. Casey can sense the nerves on both sides. Louise starts to apologise and then they arrive. Louise is then taken to her room whilst Ethan berates the receptionist and sorts out paperwork. When Ethan is finished Casey has a chat.
âShe really wants to speak to you Ethan.â
âI know that, but what happens if I let her in. I have told you how much of a whirlwind I remember her being, not to mention her being an addict. You know I need to remain rational.â
âEven with me Ethan?â
âWe all know that I donât always act rationally around you.â
Casey smiles.
âYou donât have to let her in but can you at least hear out. It did seem like she wanted to at least apologise. Whatever you decide to do in relation to any relationship is upto you but you need closure on what happened that dayI know you have a lot of deep seated anger and it is time to let it go.â
They make their way to Louiseâs room. Before he knocks he asks me to come in with him. I agree. We enter the room and see Louise unpacking. She looks up. âI thought you had left already.â
Ethan sits on the bed. Louise looks nervous.
âYou would think this would be easier to say with 10 years of practice.â
I grab Ethanâs hand and hold it. He does not respond but does not pull away either. Louise continues. She tells Ethan why she left, how she later regretted it and apologised for the pain she caused. She knew it was not going to erase the pain but she wanted to at least apologise for walking out but now wants to to be better, for you. You could have sent me off after three days but you did not.â
Ethan was overcome with emotion.
âI was a changed person after that day. I had a lot of anger in me from that. I did not let many people in because of what you did. You are right, an apology is not going to erase 25 years of anger but it is a start.â
Louise looks relieved. We have to head back to Edenbrook. Ethan and Casey head to the car.
âHow are you really Ethan.â
âRemember at the Stevensonâs how I said I had a certain restlessness that I could not pin down.
I nod in reply.
âWell it is very disquieting to share personality traits with an addict but at the same time there is an element of relief. I still do not know what to do next but that is a question for another day.â
âI am hear for you Ethan.â I then grab his hand again.
âThank you for coming with me.â
He looks at me. All notion of of self control goes. I lean across and kiss him gently. He returns the kiss and we pull apart.
âRemind me thank you more often.â
I smile as we return to Edenbrook. We drive back in silence. A million thoughts are running through my brain. All pertaining to why the hell did I kiss Ethan and what does it all mean. It is not like it was a quick peck on the cheek, it was a full kiss. Will we get back together, will he just think I was caught in the moment even though I was not. At least I can take comfort in the fact that he was not angry.
Meanwhile Ethanâs brain is running a million miles an hour too. He wanted nothing more in the last few weeks than to kiss Casey again. It took all his self control not to take the kiss further. He was not expecting it but was glad it happened but what to do next was the thoughts that were plaguing him now. They return to Edenbrook and make their way to the Diagnostics team room. June is there and asks where we have been as we have test results. What is causing the sepsis is Intestinal Cryptosporidiosis. They go to the treatment room and advise Marissa. She is happy to know what the cause is and we start her on a treatment plan of Nitazoxanide but time is running out. We discuss moving her up the transplant list and other medications to speed up recovery but we decide no on the extra medication but look into transplant list options.
I head down to the ward to check on my intern. I can see that the stress of Levi Coates is getting to her especially with all the speculation. I tell her that she needs to put it behind her much as possible but Esme states that she feels that she is the reason behind the failed merger between Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore. I want to try and get a straight answer out of her as to what happened but I am unable to do so. We go through our patients. I head up to the Diagnostics room to get an update. Ethan states that the treatment is working but not fast enough. He advises that he has authorised the liver to go to someone else. We go to break the news to Marissa. She is understandably upset but understands.
Later on, I head to Donahueâs and catch up with my friends. We are all understandably anxious about the future with the hospital not having much time left. I try to have fun but all I can think about is Ethan. The kiss today, the hand holding this morning and how I wish I was with him right now. The evening wears on, after several drinks I feel brave and send a text
CV: are you free, would like to talk
ER: I am at home.
I feign tiredness and tell everyone I am going to head home. I walk out of Donahueâs and order a ride share to Ethanâs. I let him know I am on my way.
I arrive at his building and press the buzzer. He lets me in. I make my way up to his apartment. He is standing in the doorway waiting for me. He hugs me tight. I inhale his scent. He then kisses me on the forehead.
âThis is one of the things we need to talk about.â
We pull apart and head inside.
âWould you like some choc cherry tart?â
âWhat, no chicken?â I say with a giggle.
Ethan just glares and breaks into a smile.
âI would love some.â I say.â I sit at the island bench while he is serving.
I take a bite.âoh my gosh this is amazing! Have you been watching Nigella again?â
Ethan smiles at me ruefully.
âSeeing you genuinely smile for the first time in several weeks is all the justification I need to watch more Nigella.â
We eat our dessert and I move to sit on the couch. He pours himself a scotch and asks if I want one. I accept.
âI have missed you.â I say as he sits facing me on his couch.
âWe see each other dailyâ
âNot what I meant Ethan and you know it.â
We sit in silence drinking our scotch
âThe last few weeks have been torture Ethan.â I say rather more spitefully than I intended.
âAll I have wanted to do since we broke up was see you, hug you, kiss you, hell I even wished you were in Vegas with us so you could fuck me up against the penthouse room window but no. We both had to decide that we could not handle the bullshit from everyone else at work and I regret that most of all. I have wanted to come to you so much. I have an intern who will not tell me what the hell really happened and I presume anyone else the truth of what happened which is making baby sitting her even more awkward as I can not even bring myself to tell her that I think she did. Yes we took down Panacea and Declan but the next day Kenmore is bought out and we can not help but feel responsible. And again all I have wanted to do was come to you but could not...â
By this time I am tears, hot streaming possibly some of them angry streaming down my face. Ethan moves to give me a hug and I bury face in his chest. He rubs his hands up and down my back. Eventually I settle and I pour myself another scotch. I offer the bottle to Ethan and he pours himself another.
âYou are not alone rookie.â Ethan takes a sip of his drink and takes a deep breath.
âEvery time I have seen you visibly upset all I have wanted to do was hug you and kiss you, hell even take you on the desk if we were alone but I havenât and that is all because I know I have caused much of the pain. I talk myself out then berate myself later for being such a selfish coward because despite deciding to end the romantic part of our relationship I have wanted to be there for you, as your mentor and friend but what I feel for you is simmering close to the surface.â
Casey grabs Ethanâs hand and interlocks her fingers with his and squeezes.
âWhat are we going to do? I can see us imploding if we try to keep this charade up but I care for you too much to only want to keep things casual and keeping it professional at work is not going to work either.â
Ethan rests his spare hand on Caseyâs cheek. âDo you remember what I said the first time we succumbed to our wants?â
â I knew that if I crossed the line again there would be no coming back from it. Well you were right about it in more ways than one.â
Casey moves so that he legs are across Ethanâs lap and she positions her forehead on his. Ethan moves closer, gently kissing Casey on the lips. He pulls back slightly.
âWe donât need to decide right now rookie. I certainly do not want us to be a clandestine affair, you deserve so much more than that. Can't we just enjoy this moment. Casey nods and kisses Ethan gently. They stay in that position kissing and just holding each other for quite awhile and then they change position so that Ethan is on top. They continue to kiss, it started off as tender but it was getting more and more intense as time went on. Casey was getting an all to familiar sensation stirring in her loins. She so badly wanted to succumb but did not want to, not tonight anyway. As Ethan moved slightly she could feel his hard on and boy was it hard. She tried to put those thoughts out of her mind. He started to kiss down her neck, which solicited a moan from her mouth. The next thing Casey knew is that Ethanâs hand was moving up the inside of her thigh. She knew that if she was not going to go further she had to stop now as she knew how wet for him she was.
âEthan, please stop!â She says. Ethan stops with his hand literally millimetres from her centre. He removes his hand and sits up.
âAre you alright?â He asks perplexed âhave I done something wrong?â
âNot at all Ethan. As much as I more than want too, I also donât want too- its weird I know but I just donât know how I am going to feel afterwards- especially since we have not defined what this is. Iâm sorry Ethan.â
âNo need to apologise Rookie.â He says âyou know I would never force you into anything you were not a 100% sure on.â
We look at the clock and it is 1:00am. âDid you want to stay in the guest bedroom?â Ethan asks.
âThat will be nice, thank you.â
He gives me a hug and walks me to the door. âSweet dreams rookie.â
âGoodnight Ethan.â I make my way to the bed and fall into an exhausted sleep.
Meanwhile Ethan goes to his room. A part of him wishes he had resolved what they were exactly but he also knew there were too many unknowns which made such a decision difficult. Deep down he was relieved that his feelings were reciprocated but with what happened a few weeks ago still very raw for both of them- it was hard. Ethan was exhausted but he still had a raging hard on. He so badly wanted to relieve himself inside Casey but knew that No meant no and he was not going to pressure her into a yes. He went to bed and started rub himself. Despite the exhaustion he took his time and called out Caseyâs name as he released. Ethan than falls asleep. His alarm wakes him up. He gets up and goes to the kitchen and makes a cup of coffee. Casey then emerges from the guest room.
âCoffee?â
âYes please- can you drop me home? I have no spare clothes.â
âOf course I can.â He says. They finish their coffee and Ethan drops her home.
He pulls up at the front of their building.
âSorry for earlierâ says Casey.
Ethan grabs her hand and squeezes it. âThere is nothing to be sorry about Casey. You were not sure if you wanted to continue and you listened to that. I would never force you into anything that you donât want to do.â
âThanks Ethan.â Casey gives him a hug. âSee you at work.â
Casey arrives at work to find Marissa upset. The liver she was promised has moved to another as she is too unwell to have it. She is convinced that this was her last chance.
Casey leaves her be and heads to the ward. She spots Bryce talking to two people. The lady is going to be receiving the liver. After Bryce leaves Casey walks over to have a chat. Apparently the male was going to donate a lobe of his liver to his sister Janice. Casey states she is happy that Janice was able to get the liver and asks her brother if he would still consider donating a lobe in a few days time when Marissa is better. Casey explains the situation and Janice urges her brother to do this.
Casey takes Janiceâs brother to meet Marissa and they have a chat about everything. Kyra then spots her.
âYouâre looking happyâ
âYeah I am, glad to see that there is still kindness in this world, even if it is towards strangers.
Kyra looks inspired. âKindness of Strangers. I have an ideaâ and she walks off.
Despite still so much being up in the air with Ethan and the future, Casey is cautiously optimistic that things are slowly looking up.
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Authors note: well that is my take on chapter 16. Next up the gala.
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AU where IAL Esmeralda breaks up with Dima and 5 years later on PIA working with each other again and rekindle the flame. I Wonder how long ago the breakup happen before PIA, because if it's recent, then it's kind of mess up. You date someone for 5 years, break UP with them and just a lil bit after will flirt/shakey in the casa/date someone else ? Yeah it kind of sound like dima might not have been as in love as we're seeing. IAL!Esme revenge arc when đ ? -sarah
(I think you mean my mc este? Esme sounds similar so I understand lol)
But omg este x dima exes to lovers au đ« đ« đ« đ« I can see it now đ€ Dima would be the one to break up bc heâs scared of feelings and este would understand but wouldnât move on herself, waiting for him to work through his thoughts, and when they meet again este would be super chill about it while dimas mind is running 100mph đ«
I donât este would be the type to do revenge on Dima in that situation, sheâs just too chill of a person lol
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Seven Mercies by Laura Lam has a questioning wlw non-binary MC
Soulstar by C. L. Polk has a queer female MC x a wln non-binary LI (khe/kher)
The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley has a genderfluid / non-binary MC who likes women x demisexual queer female MC
Breeder by Honni Van Rijswijk specifically has a lesbian non-binary MC
Winterglass by Benjanun Sriduangkaew has a lesbian female MC x femme non-binary (possible) LI (in a love triangle with pan trans female other possible LI)
Sir Callie and the Champions of Helston by Esme Symes-Smith has a non-binary MC who likes women
Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker has a Chinese-American queer female MC who uses hearing aids x non-binary LI
Dead Space by Kali Wallace has a lesbian female MC with a prosthetic leg, arm, and eye x non-binary LI
The One True Me and You by Remi K. England has a questioning non-binary MC x lesbian female MC
Hey, all! I'm trying to find any books with nonbinary lesbians, but I can't figure out how I might filter that on your site. Any suggestions? Bianca Torres is the only book on my list! Thanks!
Alas, thatâs the only one I know too, though thereâs a secondary character in Sizzle Reel by Carlyn Greenwald, which comes out in April.
#I'm hoping at least one of these hits close to what you're looking for#nonbinary#nonbinary rep#lesbian#nonbinary lesbian#lgbtqia#queer books
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Can you draw me Esme and Helene hanging out being Best Girls together? With whichever Esme hairdo you like best!
best girls sharing a bed? during an international race competition?? 3 ft apart bc they like to hold hands before sleeping??? more likely than you think <3
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OKAY BUT literally i am so sorry for taking. 13 days to get my ass into gear and find an idea to fully line and color nonny,,, since as u may well know i've been struggling to produce something that just screams. them. my 3 previous wips with various hairstyle trials nothwithstanding,,, *clown noises*
NONETHELESS. THANK U FOR COMING & REQUESTING!!! i live thanks to u and in addition. u might see more best girls from the cast coming soon <3
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#just gals being pals#lmao jk they're gay your honor#one day imma make some esme/abdul/helene if only for the pureness of their dynamic#but today i offer u 2 gays for international lesbian visibility day âĄ#anyways yeehaw#relics of the lost age#relics 2#relics series#relics series my beloved#choice of games#hosted games#helene spillane#esme fairfield#esme x mc#esme x helene#fan art#my art#lee draws stuff#lee draws#lee draws while depressed#relics requests#btw dhfjfkxk james im gonna cry i was formatting this when u gave the announcement ch.6 is live#im gonna go get u tomorrow is2g#intimacy series
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