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alj4890 · 4 months ago

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Comfort

(Ethan Ramsey x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One Shot

As requested by

@hopelessromantic1352 with the prompt "You can't keep doing this."

A/N Here you go my sweet friend. Thank you for sending these requests to me to help with inspiration. I know you specifically wanted this one with both Ethan and Chris, so I'm going back to book 1 for you so that Tobias won't steal her away 😉

I was also inspired by the Dr. Who gifs below for this one. For those who don't know, Karen Gillian is my FC for Chris Valentine. Don't worry, I'm not making Matt Smith my FC for Ethan 😂 This interaction though reminded me of something Ethan and Chris would have done and it fit my idea for the above prompt.

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It was too much. All of it was more than Chris could take. Tears blurred her vision as she finally had a chance to react to the mayhem she'd just finished being a part of.

Ripping off the surgical scrubs covered in Rafael's blood, she dashed blindly down the corridor. Her breaths hitched as sobs threatened to spill out. All she could think of was running away from the absolute hell of the subway accident. She needed to get as far as she could before losing her strained hold on her emotions.

Ignoring the alarm of the exhausted nurses and doctors, she ran past them without saying a word.

She stumbled out of one of the side doors of the hospital and barreled into a familiar solid form.

Ethan grunted on impact. He grasped her arms once he recognized her.

"Chris?" He leaned down closer to see her more clearly in the darkness. "What happened?"

Tears began to spill down her cheeks. Of all the people in the world she could possibly bump into at this moment, it would be him.

"I have to go." She choked out, wrenching herself from his grasp.

He grabbed her once more to stop her escape.

"Are you all right?" He demanded in a harsh voice while giving her a slight shake.

There were few things in this world he could not tolerate and seeing Chris in this emotional state topped that list.

"No!" She cried out, her voice echoing across the parking lot.

In a jumble or words and sobs, she managed to tell him about the rush of patients they had in the emergency room.

Once her ability to speak became impossible, he gripped her hand and took her back into the hospital.

"No. I don't want to go back inside!" she struggled against his hold.

She stilled as he led her up the emergency stairwell towards the roof.

He chose a spot overlooking Boston and sat down.

Ethan glanced up and saw she was immobile once again with tears falling in steady streams down her cheeks. Taking her hand, he tugged her down.

She collapsed beside him and buried her head against her knees, her body wracked with silent cries.

He'd seen her like this before. When Delores died, she'd been unable to stop her tears. He'd found her alone in the locker room, silently crying at the unfairness of it all.

Setting his hand on her shoulder, he gently pulled her closer to his side.

"You can't keep doing this, Chris." He told her. "If you keep taking death to heart like this, then being a doctor will destroy you."

She wiped her eyes, and settled her chin on her knees.

"I know that." She said in a voice cracking with emotion. "But it was so much, Ethan. Everywhere I turned there was someone in the midst of dying or who was screaming in pain. I wanted to fix it all but I couldn't."

"Did you help them?" He asked.

"If you can call it that." She said bitterly. "I assessed, tagged, and moved on like Zaid told me to."

He squeezed her in a side hug. "I never doubted for a moment that you did the right thing."

His comforting touch and praise tore at her heart.

"Don't." She pleaded. "Don't be nice to me right now."

Chris could feel the tears rising once more. After all they felt for one another, his quitting, and now showing up when she needed him most; she thought she would truly break if he was kind to her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling close to him once his arm dropped. "Please sit here with me, but don't be nice."

Ethan leaned his head against hers and snorted. "Everyone complains when I'm not nice and yet here you are demanding the opposite."

Chris bit back a tearful smile. "I think this is one request of mine you're willing to give in."

"I think we both know I always give in to what you want."

"If that were true, you wouldn't have left Edenbrook." She mumbled. "And you wouldn't have left me."

He cursed. "Chris, you know why I left Edenbrook. And as for you..."

He trailed off.

She looked up at him.

"As for me?"

He met her red rimmed eyes and felt his will falter. He'd once had such plans to protect and guide her career forward. He was going to not only show her how to be a doctor but watch as she became a great one. He'd ended up doing nothing but letting her down in the end. He'd failed to keep his unexpected feelings for her in check and he'd failed her as a mentor.

Seeing the quiet anguish he was under, she nestled her head back on his shoulder, leaving the issue alone for once.

He swallowed the words that were demanding to come out. He wanted to tell her he'd never leave her. He would always want her.

He loved her.

I'm not worthy to tell her anything like that, he thought to himself. Not now, possibly not ever.

"What are you doing here?" She asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Marlene left me a message saying that the hospital needed all the help they could get." He answered, grateful she wasn't pushing him into revealing more of what he wasn't ready for.

"What took you so long?" She playfully nudged him with her elbow.

A hint of smile appeared on her face when she heard his exasperated groan.

"I was out of town, Rookie." He grumbled.

"Having a good time?" She asked.

"I wouldn't say that." He muttered. "I went to see my dad and then I went on to--"

He bit his tongue. He couldn't get her hopes up that his visits to Mrs. Martinez's family would come to any good.

"To where?" She asked.

"Nowhere in particular." He lied. "I needed to drive and clear my head."

"I think I need a vacation like that." She mumbled. "I wish I could forget and leave everything behind for a while."

He wrapped his arm around her once more. "It's a pipe dream. There's no way you can fully leave everything behind, no matter how badly you want to."

"How badly did you want to?"

"More than anything."

She slipped her arms around his waist and hugged him.

He held her, taking every bit of comfort she was willing to give him. It's ironic, he thought. He'd brought her up here to comfort her. He had no intentions of letting her know his own struggles.

Ethan should have known that out of everyone he knew, Chris would know what he was feeling. Not only that, she would also give him exactly what he needed from her in this moment.

Neither was sure how long they sat there, holding one another. The soothing hum of the city below them and the stars above were all they needed as they sat together in companionable silence.

When the first blush of dawn began to light the sky, Ethan whispered that he'd take her home.

He got up first and offered his hand to Chris.

She lifted her tear stained face up to smile softly at him.

Taking his hand, she stood up and was pulled into his embrace. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead when she slipped her arms around him again.

"You're going to be okay." He said, lips brushing hers with each word.

She nodded, her eyes meeting his after one last sweet kiss.

"We both will." She vowed.

Together, hand in hand, they went off to face another day.

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 6 months ago

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Crescendo

Book: Open Heart (book 1)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 1056

Rating: Mature

Category: angsty smut

Warnings: Sexual references, masturbation

Summary: After being told about the goings on with Mrs Martinez, Ethan takes Casey to the opera and once again the lines between professional and personal become very blurry.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

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It had been a long day. He was hoping to have gotten away early but he had needed to run more tests for Naveen and despite putting as high a priority he could without drawing attention he was still waiting. He did not see her until she was at the table and she announced herself. She looked stressed so I pushed the chair out and she sat. She tells me about that day, when the deal with the devil was finalized and what I had witnessed the end of. I can see she is wracked with guilt. I knew she did it out of kindness, I knew how much Theresa resented her treatment. In a way I was happy she got to do what she always wanted. I assured Casey that she needed to feel but move on because prolonged guilt was no good to anyone. I looked at my watch as it was clear I was not getting those results tonight. I then invite her to the opera. I had hoped to have gone tonight anyway and I hoped it had the desired effect of giving her a break from today.

We arrive and she is awestruck by the beauty of the building. She looked gorgeous in her revelry and he knew it was going to test all his self control. They went to his box and settled in. Tonight the opera was Orpheus in the underworld. It was a sad tale. As it was in Italian, I narrated it for her. I could see the parallels in our situation. I could see that she could too and was caught up in the emotion. I could see her breathing heavily to keep her emotions in check. My mind went to what I had wanted to do in my dreams. I looked down and our hands were intertwined. It felt right, even though the circumstances were wrong. I was still narrating but as the story and the music came to a climax and crescendo all I could think about was being on my knees, knowing that my mouth and fingers were going to crescendo into a climax that would rival the music being played. The Opera came to an end and she kisses me. I pull away.

“You and me, it is complicated” I say quietly.

“For me it is not” she states and we kiss again. How I want to take it further. The house lights come on, ending the moment and I drop her at home.

I then make my way back to mine, again alone and the thoughts of right and wrong argued in my mind, until the salacious thoughts sought dominance in my mind and my body worked to a crescendo to win the battle.

Pizzicato.

I sat on the couch, looking at the views of Boston but all I could think about was her. Her naked body, responding to my touch, the dulcet tones that I knew would get louder as I caressed her breasts and worked my way down. The way her breath would hitch as my fingers made contact with her core. The thoughts were making me painfully hard and I started to rub myself. The music from tonight’s opera and my imagination of me fucking Casey into oblivion was a perfect symphony. I imagined her reaching her climax as the music in my mind reached its crescendo and at the climax, I experienced a hard but sweet release. The high lasted several minutes but once it was gone the cycle of regret, the cycle of reasons of why I should and could not started. The cycle this night was so vicious that sleep did not come. So he sat there, in darkness enduring the cycle.

Dulce.

Morning mercifully came. He went to the hospital early. The results were ready. The results quietened his mind about Casey. Naveen had only one month left. The shock that he had failed his long term mentor, friend, adopted father settled in slowly. This was the second person this year that he cared deeply about and was going to lose. He knew Delores was no one's fault but it was still someone he could not save. He was mulling in his misery when he was distracted by a noise on the computer. It was an email from Harper advising that there was to be an investigation into the circumstances of the death of Mrs Theresa Martinez. Ethan was not surprised but then he was angry, a third person for whom he gave a damn about was going to be lost to him. He eventually made his way out of his office to work. He was on autopilot until he came across Casey. He knew she needed him as her mentor but today was not the day. His mind was still replaying the events of the night before, coupled with everything with Naveen and the investigation, well all he did was walk away and slam the door in her face. He was then mad at himself for hurting her but he knew that any involvement with him was going to hurt her more long term.

“It is for the best” he kept telling himself all day and even when he arrived home but the thought did not stay. The why is wrong when it feels so right grew to a crescendo to again he had no choice but to relieve the tension and walk through the cycle of guilt again. He fell into a troubled sleep and awoke. He went to the hospital and saw her. How he wanted to greet her more affectionately but all he could do is tell her the results and ask if she could be there when he tells Naveen that he had failed. She agrees to come and Naveen takes the news surprisingly well. We see him off and she hugs me. I was in so much emotional tumult that I kissed her gently. At that moment I needed to give her the best chance of survival and that meant removing myself from the situatuon. I head in and quit and walk away, from the one place where I had gambled and lost everything that was near and dear to me, at least this way I thought, Casey would have a chance of still being able to practice.

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Authors note: I have written post opera from Casey’s perspective. That fic can be found here.

I decided to use some musical terms because it is the opera and it fit.

Pizzicato is to pluck with your fingers, obviously seen on sheet music for stringed instruments.

Dulce is to play softly and Crescendo means to get louder.

I hope you have enjoyed this little indulgence.

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gamerbearmira · 6 months ago

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Re8 Au person here and oh my goodness Delores, Felix and Julieta look amazing I love your art style so much! I hated finals in school hang in there and try not to get too stressed out!

Yeah Miranda has way too much time on her hands and she spends all of that time obsessing over random things that she thinks are important honestly she's pretty crazy 🤣

The Guzmáns are there! They're one of the few families that had every member taken most families only had one or two people taken. Miranda just kind of went through the village and picked random people from random families but she picked them purposely because she knew how close they were to the family.

Also I was thinking Mirabel in this AU is an adult when Ethan gets there and was an adult before he got there having stopped aging in her 20s what if she had her own child/children (triplets run in the family) that Miranda forced her to have? Or maybe not forced her to have but that she just had in general because I can't not see Mirabel as a mother when she gets fully grown. She's the type of person that has a vibe about them that you know that when they get older they're going to have kids. I don't know it was just a thought and I would love to have your feedback on it

As always any and all artwork would be appreciated!

YAYYYYAYAYAYY I'm so glad you liked the art, gonna do more of the others as soon as I get some more design ideas (pintrest is my best friend rn fr)

And. So cool. At least she took the whole family, most sane thing Miranda did (but honestly it doesn't make a difference. Let's be real 😭😭) Dolores can have her man ig <\\\\33

AS FOR KIDS ERM...idk maybe??? She met a nice guy, beats me tbh. Or maybe it's similar to Lady D, but. Not as weird?? I'm not sure about the whole making them from literal bugs or whatever, but adoption/saving them from Moranda's wrath or she just met a guy at some point would be rad 🤓🤓🤓

Also question. That I don't know if you answered before but?? Do the other family members age or do they stop as well? I mean they are infected with mold, just not as badly as Mirabel or the others ig. So maybe they do age, just a lot slower. I mean the other lords have been infected for years and barely aged, same with Alcina's daughters having stopped in about their mid 20s. So would the Madrigals be affected in the same way?? Just a question <\\33

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto Mariano #encanto guzmans #resident evil #resident evil 8 #re 8 #resident evil village #resident evil mother miranda #encanto resident evil au

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justcallmefox89 · 7 months ago

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Irresistible Force Paradox: Chapter Five - An Open Heart fic

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She died.”

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

NO.

“Dr. Ramsey, - ”

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

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

Ethan Hudson. How about that…

“Can I help you?”

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

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

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

“Feel free.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Demanding?” he helpfully supplies.

“An asshole,” I mumble.

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

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

“Rookie…” Ethan’s tone is warning.

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

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

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

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

What the fuck does that mean?

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

“She named him after you,” I murmur.

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

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

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

“She sounds like a good friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No. I’ll go.”

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

“Here you go, Rookie.”

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

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

Apparently I’m not as subtle as I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

“And he’s getting stronger.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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gutsfics · 6 months ago

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THE FUCKING. SECOND EPISODE OF HOUSE THERES A BABY WITH A FROG TOY THAT LOOKS JUST LIKE THE FROG TOY THAT DELORES GOT FOR HER SON WHICH MC AND ETHAN HAD TO GO GET

SOMEONE ON THE WRITE STAFF FOR OPEN HEART REALLY LIKED HOUSE

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alwaysmychoices · 2 years ago

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Random bonus question because I know this couldn’t be possible with your MC but: What if, instead of Aurora, she was Harper’s niece? (they never met before) Would that be a completely “hell no” from the beginning, feelings be damn?

The POWER of this idea. I've taken so long to answer this ask because, frankly, I'm obsessed with this idea, and I think Open Heart missed a huge opportunity here (almost as big as not making Aurora a love interest). Seriously, I would love to see an AU like this.

If MC was Harper's niece, it would make things all the more forbidden, but despite his self-hatred, it wouldn't stop Ethan.

When Ethan heard Harper's niece was coming to work at Edenbrook, he had big plans for her. He knew she was intelligent -- he'd been the one to fight for her admission, despite the conflict of interest. He wanted to be Charlie's mentor. He and Harper were still fighting, but he saw her as family. Charlie could be like his niece, too, and the idea of a family was appealing to Ethan. Of course, he fully intended to make her life hell. He knew she needed to earn respect at Edenbrook through her sweat and tears, not her aunt's name.

Then he met Charlie in the waiting room -- and part of him fell in love right there.

When he found out she was Harper's niece, he knew he was headed for trouble. So, instead of being her kind mentor, he was hard on her. Subconsciously, he thought that, if Charlie hated him, there would be no risk of becoming more. But Charlie rose to every occasion. She challenged his unreasonableness and had the audacity to be right when he was wrong. And damn it, she was wonderful. She was fiery and intelligent and kind and warm, and the night they lost Delores, Ethan was irrevocably tied to Charlie.

He knew better.

She was the niece of his ex! Was he crazy?!

He hated himself every time they crossed a line, but he crossed it anyway. He didn't know how to stay away.

They kept it a secret, but when Harper found out, she nearly burned the hospital to the ground. She threatened to report Ethan to the board, and Ethan wrote up a resignation letter before Charlie screamed at them both to calm down.

A few years later, when Charlie and Ethan got married, Harper gave a speech where she said that she hated Ethan for falling for her niece but she counted herself lucky that her niece was so loved.

#au #asks #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x charlie greene

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macapacaalpaca · 2 years ago

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If Ethan would’ve kept her relationship/deal with Harper in book 1, and then he meets MC, do you think he would have called things off with Harper when he realized he was developing feelings (?) or whatever for MC or would he have kept the deal just to forced himself to not cross any lines? Do you think knowing they’re together (by gossip because I don’t see them showing it at EB) would’ve impacted when and if MC started to have feelings for him?

I think he would have called it off with Harper. It was bound to happen eventually anyway, but MC was the catalyst. Plus if he was developing feelings (even though he wouldn’t want to admit to them) he could never use someone else as a distraction/cover up because that would only end up hurting both Harper and MC.

I think MC would feel a little stung knowing they’re together because it doesn’t take long for her to realise that she has feelings for Ethan. It’s as early as chapter 4 when they treat Delores in my hc. But Harper or not, you can’t fight feelings. She would still fall for him anyway, and she did.

It was put across that Ethan and Harper had unfinished business at the start of bk 1 and MC couldn’t resist eavesdropping due to what she initially thought was curiosity but now she knows it was because she had feelings for Ethan and wanted to know where she stood.

Thanks for the ask 💕

#pixelberry #open heart #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan freaking ramsey #open heart book 1 #open heart book 2 #open heart 3 #harper emery #playchoices

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 1 year ago

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This was beautiful Alice.

Lily was so sweet and cute apologising to young Ethan. It would be a shock to him but I am glad that more abs more will be revelEd in time, some of what Delores went through would be hard to make age appropriate for really young kids.

Trip North

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Luke and Lily get to know Ethan Hudson

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff, Angst

Ethan was grateful for the large trolley as he lifted the Ramsey’s suitcases onto it. He had always managed to travel light whenever he went away but now he had a wife and two kids, it was like they packed for the entire world.

Ethan and Victoria were sharing a suitcase although Victoria’s had packed more for her whereas Ethan was able to keep his belongings to a respectable size.

“How far away do they live Daddy?” Luke asked as they made their way to the rental car.

“About half an hour. Are you excited to see Ethan?” Ethan smiled as he lifted Luke into the car and put his seatbelt on.

“Yeah! But I don’t really remember him.” Luke replied.

“You won’t unfortunately. But hopefully you’ll remember this visit more. Ethan is very excited to see you.” Victoria smiled climbing into the car.

“How does Daddy know him?” Lily asked.

“Daddy was friends with Ethan’s Mom. She used to live in Boston.” Victoria said.

“So does she live out here now?” Lily asked.

Victoria and Ethan shared a look. They were definitely too young to know the full truth.

“It’s a little bit more complicated than that. One day you will learn about it.” Ethan said.

“Why is Ethan named after you Daddy?” Luke asked.

“Ethan’s Mom decided on that.” Victoria replied.

“She sounds like a good friend.” Lily smiled.

“Yeah.” Ethan smiled sadly although the twins didn’t really notice.

The car pulled out of the airport car park and onto the main road.

“Are you excited to be back?” Victoria turned to Ethan.

“Yeah. It was a shame we couldn’t see him last year so we have some making up to do.” Ethan said.

“I still can’t believe the twins came down with a cold. We had such bad luck that week. What are your plans with him?”

“Alma tells me he wants to go see a movie so I thought I’d do that with him tomorrow.”

“That sounds good. Luke and Lily are excited to get to know him more.”

“I remember how fascinated he was with them as babies. Dolores would be so proud of him.”

Victoria took his hand and squeezed it affectionately. “She would. He’s happy and enjoying life. That’s all she could ever want for him. And you’re a part of making sure he’s growing up knowing who his Mom was.”

“You’re right.” Ethan smiled.

“Look Lily! That cloud looks like a giraffe!” Luke pointed out the window.

“Mommy told me that Daddy is a giraffe because he’s so tall!” Lily giggled.

“I can hear you, you know.” Ethan said.

“Oops.” Lily covered her mouth giggling.

“They’ve been listening to you too much.” Ethan pretended to glare at Victoria.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Victoria laughed.

They arrived at Alma’s house in no time, pulling onto the drive and stopping the car. The front door opened and little Ethan came running out, a big grin on his face.

“Uncle Ethan!” Little Ethan grinned as he ran towards Ethan’s outstretched arms.

“Hello little man! You’ve gotten so big since I last saw you!” Ethan smiled as he hugged his little namesake. “How have you been?”

“Good! School is out for the summer and the weather is great! I’m so happy you’re here!” Little Ethan smiled.

“Me too buddy. Guess who else is here?”

“Auntie Vicky!” Little Ethan smiled giving Victoria a hug.

“Hello Ethan! It’s so good to see you!” Victoria smiled. She gestured to Luke and Lily who were stood behind her legs, shy smiles on her face. “You remember Luke and Lily? They’re a bit shy.”

“Hi Luke. Hi Lily.” Little Ethan smiled. He held out a hand and they high fived him giggling.

“Hi Ethan.” Luke smiled.

“You’re really tall!” Lily said.

“My Aunt Alma says I get it from my Mom. I have loads of cool toys in the living room! Do you want to play with them?” Little Ethan asked.

Luke and Lily looked up at Victoria and Ethan who nodded and they grinned as they ran into the house following little Ethan into the living room.

“He’s been waiting all day for someone to share those toys with.” Alma laughed as she stepped out onto the driveway.

“Luke and Lily couldn’t wait to come here. How are things Alma?” Ethan replied giving her a hug.

“They’re good. Daniela and her family will be coming over later too. The kids can’t wait to meet Luke and Lily.” Alma smiled.

“That sounds great. Luke and Lily have been looking forward to this trip.” Victoria said.

“So have we. Although I do have one thing to share.” Alma said as they entered the house and she lowered her voice. “Daniela and I decided to tell Ethan about Dolores. He noticed the pictures of her around the house and kept asking who she was. We felt that now was the right time.”

Ethan’s eyes widened as he looked at Victoria. “How did he react?”

“He was confused, naturally. He always thought I was his Mom and I can’t blame him for that. He never really understood what we meant when we said ‘your Mom would be so proud of you.’ But since telling him he wants to know all about her. We haven’t told her how she died. If it’s not too much trouble, I thought if he started asking you questions, you might be able to provide some answers? He knows that you know her.”

Ethan looked at Victoria unsure. She nodded her head, giving him a small smile and a gentle squeeze of the hand.

“Of course. And he couldn’t have asked a better person.” Ethan smiled.

Alma smiled back. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

They walked into the living room and sat down on the sofas. Alma went into the kitchen to make a drink.

“Ethan has a lot of cool toys Mommy!” Luke said looking at Victoria.

“He does.” Victoria laughed.

“And books too! My Mom bought some for when I was older.” Little Ethan grabbed one off the shelf.

“Your Mom seems really nice.” Lily said.

Little Ethan looked up in shock, his eyes wide. “She’s not my Mom! My Mom’s dead!” He dropped the book, stood up and ran out of the room.

Ethan headed after him whilst Victoria moved to sat on the floor.

“Did I upset him?” Lily asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Victoria pulled Lily into a tight hug, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “Little Ethan learnt something about his Mom recently that he didn’t know before. It’s not your fault Lil.”

“What happened to his Mom?” Luke asked.

Victoria wrapped an arm around Luke and pulled him closer. “She went to heaven. And little Ethan has been looked after by Alma, his aunt.”

“Is that why he ran off?” Lily asked.

“It’s still new to him so he’s trying to take it all in.” Victoria replied.

In the kitchen, Alma was comforting little Ethan as he ran into her arms.

“Lily doesn’t know anything Ethan. Neither does Luke, they’re too young.” Alma said.

“Like I was?” Little Ethan looked up at Alma.

“Exactly.” Big Ethan smiled as he walked into the kitchen and laid a gentle hand on little Ethan’s shoulder.

“What was my Mom like?” Little Ethan asked sitting at the kitchen table.

“Your Mom was a lovely person. She always knew how to make people laugh. I met her at the hospital. She was my first patient as an intern.” Ethan smiled.

“Really?”

“Yes. And I know she is watching over you with a big smile on her face. She would adore you to pieces.”

“I can show you some home videos of your Mom Ethan if you’d like that?” Alma suggested taking a seat opposite little Ethan.

Little Ethan nodded. “Yes please. I just wish she was really here.”

“I promise that we’ll make sure you know all about her. You can ask any time. Myself, your aunt, even Ethan. We’ll do our best to answer all the questions you have.” Alma said.

“And you know you can talk to me or Auntie Vicky anytime.” Ethan smiled.

“That’s right.” Victoria smiled as she walked into the kitchen with Luke and Lily.

“I didn’t know about your Mom Ethan. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Lily said in a quiet voice, holding onto Victoria’s hand.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Little Ethan smiled. He stood up and held his arms out, Lily walked over and hugged him.

“Can I get a hug too? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Luke said trying to wade his way in.

“Luke…” Victoria said in a stern voice.

“Of course.” Little Ethan laughed and wrapped an arm around Luke.

“Well I’m glad that’s sorted.” Alma laughed.

“Indeed. I hope you know those todays aren’t going to play with themselves.” Ethan said out loud.

The kids broke apart and ran back into the living room laughing.

“I’m glad he knows the truth. It was best for him.” Alma smiled.

“And he’ll learn much more as he gets older.” Ethan replied.

“Exactly. We’ll all make sure of that.” Victoria said.

Little Ethan would learn just how important his Mom was to everyone. And they would make sure her memory lived on.

I thought I’d explore a bit more of Dolores, so here are the twins meeting little Ethan

We know that Dolores had more than one sister so I gave her the name Daniela for this

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salemspointgossip · 7 years ago

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the delores as the kardashians. whos who?

“Wren is Kim obviously--- he’s the star of the family, Tatum is Khloe because of that filthy mouth, Savannah is Kourtney since she’s semi got her life together, and Ethan is Kris which is self-explanatory.”

@wrxn, @tctumdelore, @sdelxre, @ethandelore

#Anonymous #salemspointgossip #wren delore #tatum delore #savannah delore #ethan delore

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choicesficwriterscreations · 2 years ago

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Sunday Six Highlights #109

@coffeeheartaddict2

This life (5/?) when life does not give you lemons | Ethan Ramsey; Naveen Banerji; Delores Hudson

@jerzwriter WIPs

Wedding Plans 2: "Stress-free, you say?" | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Wedding Plans 3: Detour | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Wedding Plans: Use Soap...A Bridal Shower | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Wedding Plans: Stags & Does | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Wedding Plans: Practice Makes Perfect | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

Wedding Plans: Spend My Life With You | Tobias Carrick x F!MC

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Unsure Words | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC

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ASI NOS VEN

CONTEXTO

es la miniserie de Netflix que expone uno de los sucesos de racismo e injusticia más sonados en Estados Unidos. “Los 5 del Central Park”, es el caso de cuatro afroamericanos y un hispano que fueron acusados y condenados injustamente por violar a una corredora (Trisha Meili) el 19 de abril de 1989.

PERSONAJES

harrel Jerome como Korey Wise

Jovan Adepo como Antron McCray

Caleel Harris como Anton McCray joven

Chris Chalk como Yusef Salaam

Ethan Herisse como Yusef Salaam joven

Freddy Miyares como Raymond Santana

Marquis Rodriguez como Raymond Santana joven

Justin Cunningham como Kevin Richardson

Asante Blackk como Kevin Richardson joven

Michael K. Williams como Bobby McCray

Vera Farmiga como Elizabeth Lederer

John Leguizamo como Raymond Santana Sr.

Felicity Huffman como Linda Fairstein

Niecy Nash como Delores Wise

Aunjanue Ellis como Sharone Salaam

Kylie Bunbury como Angie Richardson

Marsha Stephanie Blake como Linda McCray

Storm Reid como Lisa

Joshua Jackson como Mickey Joseph

Christopher Jackson como Peter Rivera

Adepero Oduye como Nomsa Berth

Omar Dorsey como Elombre Brath

Blair Underwood

Famke Janssen como Nancy Ryan

William Sadler

Reece Noi como Matias Reyes

Aurora Perrineau

Rumi C.Jean-Louis como Ramon Santana

LUGAR: CENTRAL PARK EE.UU

RESEÑA

Terminaba la década de los 80 y Nueva York pasaba por momentos muy decadentes socialmente. La pobreza, la tasa de homicidios y las violaciones aumentaban en los barrios de la ciudad que nunca duerme. En ese contexto de violencia se desarrolló la real historia de “Así nos ven”.

La noche del 19 de abril se suscitaron varios robos y disturbios en Central Park. Y También la agresión sexual a Trisha Meili, mujer blanca, que laboraba como banquera de inversiones de Wall Street, y que hacía ejercicio luego de haber terminado su jornada laboral.

La violación de Meili se hizo rápidamente mediática. Y esto debido a cuatro condiciones que crearon un c��ctel casi perfecto. El hecho de ser una mujer blanca, de estar relacionada a Wall Street, un alto clima de racismo, y evidentemente, por los altos índices de criminalidad que se venían dando en la ciudad.

La serie relata como luego de apresar a los 5 adolescentes se cometieron una serie de irregularidades. La fiscalía a través de la policía presionó fervientemente a los chicos. El objeto era que se acusaran unos a otros y se declarasen culpables a pesar de su reiterada negativa de aquello que se les acusaba.

Les prometían con irse a casa si decían lo que la policía deseaba. Además, los interrogatorios se realizaron sin presencia de abogados y sin supervisión parental. Los interrogaron durante muchas horas y sin darles comida ni permiso para poder ir al baño.

Sin pruebas (muestras de sangre ni huellas dactilares) que conecten a los acusados con el crimen, ni siquiera las pruebas de semen que encontraron en la escena, el sistema de justicia sesgadamente los juzgó y sentenció.

“Así nos ven” toca la disfuncionalidad de las familias de los protagonistas. Madres que venden drogas, hijos de padres separados, familias aglutinadas, abandono, padres exconvictos, discriminación parental.

No obstante, no ahonda mucho en las vivencias y procesos emocionales que vivieron cada uno de los chicos dentro de las correccionales. A excepción de unas leves pesadillas de Artron McCray y los golpes, ataques e injusticias por parte de reos y guardias que recibió Korey Wise, quien cumplió sentencia en una prisión para adultos, se dice poco de la salud mental de los demás.

Y este detalle es, desde luego, muy relevante, dado que el hecho se produce en plena etapa de la adolescencia. Ergo, se infiere que es una marca emocional muy significativa que la producción decidió omitir.

Sin embargo, los efectos sociales post cárcel sí que los maneja bien la serie. Por la libertad condicional los jóvenes tienen que reportarse en la Corte cada 90 días, guardar toque de queda a las 9pm. El hecho ser un exconvicto les obstaculiza para obtener un empleo y los ubica en mayor riesgo de caer en actos delictivos. Inclusive son discriminados por la familia política, ciertos sectores del vecindario y por las mujeres con las que quieren salir.

Hay dos contrastes que quiero señalar acerca de los intercambios interpersonales que bordean el racismo. La escena donde un policía golpea a Kevin Richardson en la cara con un casco, nos dice: “eres negro y no mereces mi respeto”. Y la escena donde uno de los guardias de la prisión le ofrece a Korey Wise libros, revistas y naipes para que se entretenga. Le dice “hijo”, lo motiva. “Yo tengo un hijo de tu edad, si mi hijo estuviera acá me gustaría que lo trataran como un ser humano”.

Hay otras frases que dicen también mucho del meollo de este caso de racismo. Mientras el abogado de Artron McCray cuestiona a la fiscal exigiéndole una disculpa por no jugar justo y haber introducido una prueba de ADN sabiendo que no pertenecía a ninguno de los acusados, ella le dice a quemarropa: “ya no se trata de justicia, se trata de política y la política se trata de sobrevivir y no hay nada justo en sobrevivir”.

Otro abogado dice: “la evidencia es muy contradictoria, las emociones están a flor de piel y hay connotaciones raciales que hasta la dama ciega de la justicia puede ver”.

En los primeros capítulos se ve como Donald Trump, que en ese año era un millonario que iba en ascenso, y de quien siempre se sospechaba de especulación inmobiliaria, mediatizó el caso con una carta publicada en los principales diarios de Nueva York. El documento solicitaba el regreso de la pena de muerte y que se aplicara dicha pena a los chicos acusados.

Lo político tiene que ver con la justicia, pero también con otros espacios. Cuando lo político no se erige hacia lo social, y no moviliza todo su poder en disminuir inequidades y deconstruir prejuicios y discriminaciones desde las esferas políticas, económicas, jurídicas, mediáticas y sociales suceden casos como el de “Los 5 de Central Park”.

No se puede sobrevivir aplastando al otro, al más débil, al más pobre, al más olvidado, al más esclavizado, al que no tiene medios ni recursos con qué defenderse. La política tiene que ser el arte de hacer que todos puedan vivir bajo las mismas oportunidades y el mismo rigor de justicia. Eso sería lo más cercano a la democracia.

ANALISIS DE UN TRATADO APLICABLE

El Gobierno de los Estados Unidos de América celebra la oportunidad de informar al Comité para la Eliminación de la Discriminación Racial sobre las medidas legislativas, judiciales, administrativas y de otra índole que ha adoptado para dar efecto a los compromisos contraídos en virtud de la Convención Internacional sobre la Eliminación de todas las Formas de Discriminación Racial, de conformidad con el artículo 9 de dicha Convención. El formato y el contenido de este informe se ajustan a las directrices generales aprobadas por el Comité en julio de 1993 (CERD/C/70/Rev.3).

El presente informe ha sido preparado por el Departamento de Estado de los Estados Unidos con amplia asistencia de la Casa Blanca, la División de Derechos Civiles del Departamento de Justicia, la Comisión de Igualdad de Oportunidad en el Empleo y otros departamentos, organismos y entidades del Gobierno de los Estados Unidos a los que interesan más de cerca las cuestiones de que trata la Convención. También se solicitaron y se recibieron contribuciones de los miembros interesados de las muchas organizaciones no gubernamentales y otros grupos de defensa de intereses públicos que trabajan en la esfera de los derechos y libertades civiles y de los derechos humanos en los Estados Unidos. El informe abarca la situación en los Estados Unidos hasta agosto de 2000 y constituye el informe inicial al Comité.

OPINION PERSONAL

Esta es también una reflexión sobre la justicia. Una justicia que no parece ciega, ni imparcial, sino sesgada y manipulable. ¿Qué debería ser la justicia? ¿Es igual para todos? La serie también ofrece una mirada a la familia. Es muy interesante la lealtad, apoyo y constante presencia de las familias de los chavales en todo su proceso. Sin idealizarlas, y mostrando la complejidad de las relaciones humanas.

La dificultad para la reinserción también es otro de los temas que merece la pena considerar. La permanencia de los prejuicios. La sospecha que estigmatiza a quien ha sido acusado. La dificultad de tener que estar bajo el escrutinio constante de los otros. Cuando el verdadero culpable finalmente sale a la luz, es muy interesante ver la reacción de los principales acusadores (la fiscal Fairfield y uno de los policías que condujo los interrogatorios claramente sesgados y manipulados). La negativa a reconocer el mal causado. El empeño en seguir sosteniendo el propio error. Esto nos habla también de la dificultad para mirar cara a cara a los errores de nuestra historia.

"Este ha sido uno de los casos más importantes en el campo de la investigación y el estudio de confesiones falsas, sin lugar a dudas. Fue una de las alarmas que sonaron cuando estos hombres fueron exonerados por el ADN. Tras ello, todo ardió".

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Opportunity

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Characters: Casey Ramsey, Aurora Emery

Warnings: none

Rating: General audiences

Category: fluff

Word count: 1109

Summary: Caroline steps down as CEO of Edenbrook, her parting gift is a clinic that is also apart of Edenbrook that is located in one of the more working class and culturally diverse areas of Boston.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Submission for cfwc You go girls event. Prompt used is offering career advice

💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡💡

To Dr Ramsey,

As you are aware, my parting gift to the hospital when I step down as CEO later this year is a clinic based in one of the more working class areas of Boston where there is a large population that is ethnically and culturally diverse. The main focus of this clinic is to focus on Women’s health, family planning, education and health clinic for those who identify as LGBTQI+, as well as general health practices.

Given your current Advocacy work in the Women’s health and LGBTQI+ space, I am pleased to offer you the position of Director of the Delores Hudson Women’s and Community Health Clinic.

The offer is attached. I am giving you two weeks to think it over and for you to give me your final reply.

Regards

Caroline Bloom

CEO Edenbrook Hospital

Casey sits there stunned. She knew that there was going to be a new clinic and she knew it was going to be named after Delores, but director?

The team under her and Aurora’s leadership over the last two years had gone from strength to strength, the research arm overseen by Tobias was going great also.

The offer was generous, but she was still not sure if she was the right person. Yes she had done advocacy work within the lgbtqi+ and women’s health space but a white woman directing a health clinic in an area where she was the minority?

Casey was deep in thought when Aurora entered.

“What’s up Casey?” Aurora asked.

Casey startled and then calmed down.

“Sorry, was just in thought” said Casey.

“About the case?”

Casey shakes her head and shows Aurora the email.

“Oh my gosh Casey!!!” Exclaims Aurora, “this would be an awesome opportunity.”

“I know it is but a great one but answer me honestly. Would teenaged you or heavily pregnant you be willing to accept medical assistance from someone like myself?”

“I get where you are coming from but you do have a good profile within the community for the work you have done and continue to do.”

“That is true but will it be enough…”

“When do you need to give Caroline your answer?”

“Two weeks”

“My thoughts, have a think, have a chat although I know Ethan will say to take it but I really think you will do well.”

Casey however was not so sure. She did have a good reputation sure but was that enough. Casey wanted the endeavour to succeed.

A few days later she had her regular meet up with Tobias. He already knew of the offer from Ethan and if Tobias was being honest, he was surprised that Casey was unsure of taking the position. He knew that she would do a great job so when Casey asked him if Aurora would be a good fit for the role he was surprised. His initial reaction was why am I being asked.

Casey stated that you worked with Aurora at Kenmore, you have worked with her here, you saw first hand how she did in a leadership role last year when I was on maternity leave so you would be a good person to ask. And besides if I am going to decline and send a recommendation for whom I think should be in the role then it would look good if there is another endorsement. Tobias saw Casey’s point but he thought that the clinic would be a success but he also agreed that Aurora would be a good fit too.

Casey then thought some more and she was convinced that Aurora would be a better fit. She met with Aurora a few days before her answer was due.

“I have thought long and hard, discussed, written a pros and cons list, you name it I have done it. I have decided not to take the role. I will be recommending that you get offered the position”

Aurora was shocked.

“I was sure you would take the position. What swayed you?”

“I feel the clinic will have more success if there is people running and on staff that are more representative of the area we are going into. Where the clinic is, I am a minority, yes I have done much work in the women’s health and LGBTQI space which would make people receptive but you have a good reputation in the same areas also but I think with you at the helm, you will attract not only the clientele but also doctors who are culturally diverse and fit in better with the area we are going into.”

Aurora reflects on Casey’s words. She does agree with her that she too has a good reputation in the field but it is one thing being team leader for six months and running a clinic full time.

“Am I experienced enough, running a team for six months is different to running and building a clinic up full time.”

“I get where you are coming from, we all remember how I was when I was initially offered the team. I think you are ready. I will be willing to help and also work some time at the clinic as I think it will work well in the rotation. Other doctors in the hospital I am sure will be willing to offer advice and help also.”

“This is true…”

“You are not the woman I met in residency Aurora, the woman eager to escape the legacy of Harper and was convinced everyone only wanted you because of her.”

Aurora smiled.

“So I will be turning down the position but recommend that you be offered it and Tobias will also be sending in his recommendation for you also.”

Later that day Casey sent the following email to Caroline.

To Caroline

Thank you for the generous offer of employment as Director of the Delores Hudson Women’s and Community Health clinic.

After much deliberation I will be declining the offer.

I feel this endeavour will be more successful under the directorship of Dr Aurora Emery.

Again thank you for considering me and I look forward to working with the director of this endeavour, whomever it may be.

Regards,

Dr Casey Ramsey

Director Diagnostics team, Naveen Banerji Community Health Clinic, Edenbrook.

Caroline received the email from Casey and the accompanying one from Dr Carrick. If Caroline was honest, Aurora was someone she had considered also, but Casey won out to be offered the position first.

Caroline got to amending the offer and sent it to Aurora, like Casey giving her two weeks to think before deciding.

Two days later Aurora accepts the offer. She is excited for the opportunity and so is Casey.

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Authors note: The clinic is a huge success. Most of the staff is reflective of the area. Casey does some work at the clinic also, especially in the Advocacy space. The clinic when it is fully established is added into the clinical rotation and the residents really enjoy the differing perspectives and challenges that arise from working with culturally diverse staff and clientele.

The clinic was named after Delores at Ethan’s request and with permission from Alma. Ethan did not want her death to be in vain, Delores also lived near the area that the clinic is situated so it seemed fitting.

Caroline is well into her seventies when she retires. She retires so she can enjoy life instead of just working.

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denial

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: Implied sex

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

Word count: 1900+

Author’s Note: I’ve kind of written a sequel for this fic and you can find it here! Check out my masterlist while you’re here too!

He knew she was special from the moment he met her. He could see the determination in her eyes, the hope that there was still some good left in the world. She was the only slither of light left in his world, the star guiding him through the darkness.

He was hesitant. He thought that if he told her it would ruin their relationship, or whatever it was that they were, but most importantly it would risk their lives. He had a good career, nobody would bat an eye about him, but he knew that if they came out to the world there’d be whispers about her, and he couldn’t be the one who ruined her career.

But one day, he was watching her. He watched her give her all to save a patient's life and he thought to himself, “I can’t be the one to throw away the love of my life either.”

So he told her. Sure, he was a blubbering mess but he told her what he really felt, how much he cared for her, how much he loved her. That was all it took. Just like that, they were together. They were happy.

She doesn’t think about the times she looked at him and knew right then and there he was the love of her life

“Of course you’re great with kids too,” she rolled her eyes.

He let go of the now 3-year-old little Ethan Hudson’s hand. The two of them had taken their rare day off from work to spend some time with little Ethan, or as she liked to call him, Tad, short for tadpole, the nickname Delores used to call him.

“And that’s a problem?” He raised an eyebrow at her as little Ethan ran off towards the playground in the middle of the park.

“Yeah, now I can’t find anything you aren’t good at,” Ethan’s lips curled up into a small but visible smirk, “do you know exactly how frustrating that is?”

“Oh, I know all about it,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “I have to deal with that every second I’m around you.”

She threw her head back and laughed, “that was very smooth.”

“I learned from the very best,” he replied as his smirk widened into a grin.

They sat down on a bench in peaceful silence as they watched little Ethan play on the playground with the other kids. He had gotten into some sort of argument with another toddler around his age. They’d been fighting over a sandcastle mould which was really one of them using it and the other snatching it up when no one was watching.

The sun was shining directly over them and it was starting to feel warmer by the second.

“We should take little Ethan to go get ice cream,” she said to him as they watched him wipe sweat off his forehead. She started to get up when he pulled her back down.

“I can’t let you tell him. He already likes you better than me and I refuse to end up just being ‘Ethan’s aunt’s boyfriend,’” he said with playful disgust lacing the last few words.

She teased, “can you really blame him?”

“No, I suppose I can’t,” he said as he stood up and took her hand, leading her to where little Ethan was, “you’re just too perfect like that, Rookie.”

She didn’t think of him anymore

If it weren’t for the cool air or the streams of morning light passing through the ever so slightly opened window, she would have thought of the situation as less of a fairytale dream and more of what it really was—a slow-moving nightmare that would haunt her endlessly

Her heart beat in sync with his breathing as she stared aimlessly at the wall to her side while he slept. Afraid that he’ll leave all too soon, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing when she felt him stir in bed, meaning that he’d be waking up any second now.

She felt him peel his arm off her side as he sat up in bed, probably looking around at the mess they’d made last night. Her brain told her over and over again to open her eyes, do something, say something, anything to him, but she decided that maybe it was best if he just left right then and there. She didn’t want to put herself through any more pain than she had already been through and knew she’d undoubtedly face soon enough.

Light kisses were trailed down her neck as she felt his weight shift. Why did he do that? Why did he decide to remind her of their anger-fuelled relapse last night that ended with her in his arms, not wanting to be there but not willing to let go?

She felt warm drops of his tears fall onto the base of her neck as he left the last pepper of kisses. It was like he wanted to leave her with something to accompany the scars on her heart that he had caused.

She felt the weight being lifted off her as she felt him leave the bed. She tried to keep her eyes shut as she heard his feet shuffle across the hardwood floor of her bedroom.

But alas, her breaking point was when she heard his belt being picked up off the floor, along with his tie and the rest of his clothes that were strewn across the room, long forgotten in the haze that was the night before.

“Don’t leave me,” she croaked out just as he finished tying the laces of his shoes, “please, Ethan. I’m begging you,” she pleaded desperately.

He looked at her sadly, maybe contemplating whether he wanted to stay or not, if he could bring himself to ruin her, if he wanted to be remembered in her eyes as the man who crushed her heart without a sense of guilt.

He stepped closer to her, standing at the edge of the bed. She looked up at him expectantly but he simply shook his head lightly. Cupping her face with his hands, he leaned down, bringing his lips to meet hers as he kissed her with all the emotions he could muster.

He stepped away, giving her one final longing look, “I’m sorry,” he looked down to his feet, “you have no idea how sorry I am,” his hoarse voice made tears well up at the sides of her eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment.

She couldn’t pull her eyes off him as he walked away no matter how much she wanted to. As the sound of the front door closing echoed through the silent hallway of her apartment, she stared ahead emotionlessly. She looked to her empty bed, the open wound that would never quite heal fully, if at all.

She didn’t cry. She would have welcomed the tears with open arms right then but they just refused to fall, to roll down her face and stain the blankets that once wrapped around the man she thought she’d spend the rest of her life with.

At that point, anything would be better than the dreadful feeling of emptiness that was stuck at the back of her throat, clawing at her emotions that left when he did.

There was no longer even the slightest trace of Ethan in the entirety of her apartment, no memories of last night's events present except the one that replayed in her mind over and over again.

She doesn’t think about the words she wished could be taken back.

“We’ve all made mistakes, Rookie,” the enchanting nickname she used to love was being twisted against her, and she hated it.

“Don’t compare us, Ethan. I’m nothing like you,” she spat the words out as if they were venom.

“It takes two people to destroy a relationship,” his volume raised a few levels.

“Well, when things get hard I don’t run off to the Amazon for the second time!”

The words struck Ethan like a knife. How did she know he applied to go back? He laughed at himself internally, of course she knew. Everyone was in awe of her, someone would’ve let it slip eventually.

Everything finally made sense, the guilt that had been building up for weeks now finally reached a breaking point when he saw the hurt look on her face.

Any anger he previously had disappeared as she turned away from him, not wanting him to see just how broken she was, how broken he made her. Something in her wanted him to yell at her, to tell her that she was wrong. She knew the truth, but she wanted him to lie to her one last time. It could’ve been good, it would’ve been better.

The denial she wished so hard for never came.

“Will you ever forgive me?” He asked nervously.

She scoffed at his words, “Of course I want to forgive you, you have no idea how much I want to forgive you,” her voice softened, “but I’m scared that if I forgive you, you’ll come back and hurt me deeper than you already have,” she told the truth, then decided that she absolutely hated telling the truth.

He let out a defeated and shaky sigh, “so we’re over then,” he leaned against the counter. She didn’t know it, but if he hadn’t leaned against the counter, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t have collapsed.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are,” she tried to hide the tears that slipped down her cheeks but he noticed them, he always did. It broke him inside to know that he was the cause of her pain and her tears, and it hurt more to know that there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Then I suppose this is goodbye.”

She doesn’t love him, not anymore.

If she had a dollar every time she repeated that same stupid lie to herself, maybe she’d be able to move out of the apartment that, even after so many nights, still felt like him. Maybe she’d even have enough money to move out of the godforsaken city that reminded her of him at every turn,

Even with him being thousands of miles away from her, she still couldn’t escape him. Occasionally, she’d hear the interns admiring everything about Ethan Freaking Ramsey. Just like that, all the tape, glue, and bandages that she tried to patch her heart together with fell apart and she was left to dwell on all the good times they once had.

She told herself that she’d get better. That one day she wouldn’t fall apart at the mere mention of his name. Who knows, maybe one day when he gets back she’d actually be able to hold an entire conversation with him.

Ethan wasn’t a mess like she was, even though she hoped he would be. From what she’d heard, he seemed to be handling the break-up well. The knowledge that he was fine when she wasn’t was another stab in the heart.

Maybe it was all a ruse, she’d hoped that he was putting up a front and was keeping his true feelings at bay with them, just like he had done to her.

But maybe those same friends told him that she was doing fine as well. On all accounts, she looked like she was doing fine. It was only when she locked herself away in her Ethan-free apartment that she could really be honest with herself.

If tissues filled her room, who would know? She was the only one who had to face the unmade bedsheets and piles of unfolded laundry. If anyone asked, she kept her room spotless.

And if she really asked herself, she didn’t love him anymore, she had gotten over him and was ready to go on and venture into the next chapter of her life.

But even she knew those were all lies.

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cool, thats one of the ones ive been rotating in my mind the most lately, even before i started the poll!

not as much as the post-funeral & delores dying but bc ive been rotating those in my head more than any others, it means that Baxter and Ethan r fresh on the brain & hopefully i can characterize them properly. especially since i havent really written them much

if u voted for any of these and want to be tagged when i post either a specific one or any of them, just let me know

Wes & Ezra becoming a couple

takes place a few years after graduation. Ezra is well on track to becoming a famous musician & Wes is doing Dubiously Legal Wes Things. they run into each other in vegas & get married as an alibi for Wes. they slowly realize they actually do have feelings for each other

Dubiously Legal Wes Things being something that's illegal, but tbh shouldn't be. i haven't decided on what it is specifically, but Wes is the kind of guy to help people in tricky situations w the law. specifically shitty laws that hurt people more than they help/are just an excuse to get more people in prision

prime specifically -- tbh im ignoring choices hss w my hss fics. at least for the prime cast

Simon, Wes, & Ezra becoming a throuple

Payton hosts a post-college-grad meetup party for the prime squad. in a good-natured attempt to get Simon and Nishan back together (they dated briefly in high school, & it fell apart bc they were dumb, immature teens who couldnt communicate) she suggests a game of Truth Or Dare Or Drink. the plan backfires and instead of Si kissing Nish and getting back together w him, he kisses Ezra, then Wes bc he feels bad for kissing a married man and wants to even it out, and then ends up in a throuple w them

oph chap1 rewrite from Ethan's perspective, Baxter as mc

exactly what it says on the tin. ive been interested in writing this for a while bc Baxter is considerably more prickly than the canon mc, and would have the final word in Ethan berating them for "almost fucking up" w that patient right at the beginning

Baxter's emotional response to losing a patient for the first time

Baxter is really.... Not Great at regulating their emotions in a healthy way and tend to Repress Everything. losing Dolores is the first time since like childhood that they Properly Experience Emotions. so basically this one'll b a big ole emotional hurt/comfort

post book2 funeral scene w E/B

listen. Baxter and Ethan would Not fuck in a car right after a funeral. Baxter would invite him inside & they would cuddle and talk.

followup to the pregnancy fic i posted a few months ago

Thomas miscarried a week after it takes place (i dont think ill write that specific bit, depends on how i feel), but this fic takes place a few months after that. RCD MC (named Macy) and Matt announce their own pregnancy shortly after returning from their honeymoon. Thomas gets jealous, Avalon gets sad, and they talk about where they want to go next vis-a-vis The Whole Having Kids Thing. (whoops i think thats the title there lmao that was unintentional when i wrote that). transguy mpreg if it wasnt obvious

Avalon Birthday Fic (doubles as a valensday fic)

I Am Going To Be Real With You, I Don't Have A Plan For This One. but its almost Ava's bday/valensday so. eh. maybe ill figure something out

hi for the love of god hello finish the fcking 1st chapter of the rcd rewrite

i swear to GOD its almost done. i just wanna add another scene. for context.

#i Did at some point start writing a fic set during oh2 ethan's mom plot about Baxter telling Ethan Wanda Bojackhorseman's brick joke #the one about the gardener throwing a bag of mulch over the side of an overpass #but im not happy w how i wrote Baxter so i stopped #but tbh if Babs were to tell jokes it would b either a brick joke like that or it would b insanely flat and monotone #to the point that no one could tell they made a joke #which imo would make it even funnier

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