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GOING FERAL

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1. don't leave

2. this was a mistake

ethan x mc 🥺

from this prompt list.

Pair: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Rating: Teen Warning: angst Summary: Set a few days after FATL, they run into one another at the grocery store. 

Unspoken Pleas

A couple days after Harper’s engagement party in Cape Cod, Becca was at the grocery store in Bryce’s new neighborhood stocking his cupboards. It was the least she could do after eating all his cheese and polishing off a few bottles of wine. Even adding a few more essentials to his repertoire -- his culinary skills haven’t much improved over the years.  

She was waiting at the deli counter when she ran into him. 

Ethan and Rebecca exchanged pleasantries, as you do when you run into the one that got away. 

“When do you fly back?” he asked. 

“Next week,” she simply responded.  

Becca tried hard not to shift on her feet, desperately trying to school her features. She certainly did not want him to know how uncomfortable she really was. The dance and his confession still haunting her conscience. 

Ethan’s clear azure eyes never faltered from her. He’s lived a little more than 800 days without her and in the last seven she’s materialized before him, like some sort of dubious goddess. 

Her gaze kept flickering to the butcher, willing him to work faster. To give her an out before she could fall back into the man she hadn’t realized until recently still clung to her heart. 

“Have you had a chance to visit your mother?” Ethan was grasping at straws. A million questions he’s wanted to ask - to know about the woman she’s flourished into - yet he recognized his place. He’d done this to himself. He lost all ability to befriend her now. 

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. 

She taught him it was never too late to try.

“Yeah, actually,” a genuine smile broke through her demeanor as she thought of her mom. “I went to see her before coming up here.” 

“How is she? Still the same?” 

Becca couldn’t help the chuckle; “Still crazy as ever and hates her job even more. Already planning retirement and picking furniture for her room at our -” her eyes went wide as she realized she let her private life slip. He could know she belongs to someone else but nothing more. Quickly she recovered, “At my place. She’s hoping to spend a few months living with me and travelling.” 

“As she should,” Ethan forced a smile back. He had to ignore the sting that coursed through his entire being at the subtle reminder that she was engaged and planning a life with someone else. 

The awkward conversation lasted much longer than Becca had hoped, as if the stringent attending was giving her all the time in the world. She cursed her want to serve Bryce a lovely homecooked meal. If she didn’t stop at the counter she probably could have avoided Ethan completely - could have gone the rest of her life without seeing him once more. 

Finally, the butcher handed her the things she ordered. Becca thanked him with a smile. She turned to Ethan so quickly, the smile sitting on her lips forced, holding up her wrapped meats as a signal. One Ethan didn’t care to acknowledged. The action so banal. And yet he knew this was the very last time. 

Everything in him was urging him to beg. To ask her to grab a coffee like old times. To keep her here in front of him answering his questions - or not. He didn’t care. He just missed her entire being. His entire body was willing him to try. His mind was pleading;      

Don’t leave. Stay here just a little longer. Please don’t go. 

They both went to speak at the same time. 

At the interruption both made a small hum, and neither ended up saying a thing. 

Ocean eyes met sweet espresso one more earth-shattering time. 

And they held one another’s gaze just long enough for the poignant unsaid words to swirl between them; 

This was a mistake. 

Before she walked away once more. 

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Don’t get me wrong, Tim Bradford giving Lucy a necklace means so much to me. And I think it’s so cute.

But it makes me sad that she doesn’t still wear the necklace Jackson gave her

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The rookie feds spoilers

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The rookie spoilers

I doubt Aaron is going to die but I can’t help but fear that Lopez will end up naming her second kid after another person she has taken under her wing and was shot.

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Rookie spoilers

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PLEASE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT AARON AND CELINA ARE PLAYING D&D TOGETHER. I CANT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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Rewatching The Rookie.

1x03 when they talk about Jackson not having a Plan B and then they ask Captain Anderson if she had a plan b and she says no, she was all in.

You know what happened to them both???

Gosh I hate the parallels between characters sometimes.

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Some matching Wopez pfps!!!

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Open discussion: Nolan and Bailey

John Nolan, is my favourite character, I admit that. And a lot of that comes from the fact I relate to him as a character. His attempts to help everyone, finding value in that to the point he will suppress his emotions to not inconvenience or bother other people. But that’s not what I want to talk about although I could go into a whole ramble about his character.

What I want to talk about is him and Bailey.

Ever since Bailey has been introduced it feels like Nolan hardly gets any story without her. And to a certain degree I understand that but it bugs me how she will show up at his place of work. Which again I understand her being a firefighter it’s going to happen occasionally. But lately it seems like she’s just always there.

And just I’m not vibing with Nolan and Bailey’s relationship. I don’t like how Bailey has next to no flaws, the only one being that she isn’t good at art. She reminds me of a Wattpad main character which is kind of annoying. I could definitely get more into this but

I guess I’m wondering to anyone who’s interested in having a discussion, ‘do you like Bailey?’ ‘What are your thoughts on Nolan and her relationship?’ Or just any thoughts you have on this topic at all.

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A few quick things about me:

Favourite Character: John Nolan

Least Favourite Character: Bailey Nune

Favourite Ship: Chenford

Favourite Established Ship: Wesley and Lopez

Least Favourite Ship: Bailey and Nolan

Favourite Episode: 02x11 or 05x04

Character I want to see more of: Henry or Tamara

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26. How dare (you)

Since anon didn’t specify a pairing, have this cute lil drabble about Ethan and Becca’s kids 😊

from this prompt list.

Pair: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Rating: G Warning: fluff Summary: Their kids cook them breakfast.   

Bossypants

Dakota, Caroline and J.J. were conspiring in the kitchen one very early morning. It was their parents anniversary - their hundredth, the kids assumed by how much of a big deal Becca was making it out to be. They’ve heard her pester Ethan through the walls about what he has planned for weeks. So the Ramsey kids took a hint and ran with it. 

And here they are at 5am Tuesday morning making waffles. 

Dakota stood at the counter watching over the iron and trying not to overfill the plates. Caroline and JJ were sat at the island watching on, the latter occupied by stirring the cream and strawberries together. 

“Are you going to help or keep being a waste of space?” twelve-year-old Dakota asked her sister, words heavy with distain at being the only child actually pitching in. Giving the five-year-old the bowl and wooden spoon was more busy work than anything.  

“How dare you,” Caroline chided, blue eyes wide and cheeky mouth hanging open. “I’m making sure you don’t blow up the kitchen and JJ doesn’t die.” 

“I didn’t ask for a supervisor.” Dakota rolled her amber eyes and instructed, “Set the table.”   

“Alllright, bossypants.” Caroline slid off the stood and shook her head, moseying over to the dish cupboard. “Just ‘cuz I love mommy and daddy.” 

The ten year old carried the stack of dishes into the open dining room. Calling over her shoulder, 

“J.J. get the forks!”

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11,20 for Ethan and MC

11. things you said when you were drunk 20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

From the things you said prompt list. Send me a pairing and number and I’ll write a mini fic!

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Drunk Thoughts Have Sober Consequences 

Donahue’s was dimly lit and oddly quiet that Tuesday evening; mostly just residents who completed their midday shifts and came to unwind for a little while after happy hour ended. 

Instead of laying back and relaxing, one small group of residents was deliberating, drunkenly devising a plan to save Edenbrook from impending closure.  

Their faces lit up when Bryce came up with a halfway decent plan. 

Becca nearly jumped out of her seat as she exclaimed, “That’s brilliant, Bryce! It just might work!” 

The gaggle briefly celebrated with cheers and clinking of their glasses before their chatter moved onto more logistics. 

Elijah piped in with, “What would Ramsey think?” It was Ethan’s team after all. 

The grand plan would be to change the ethos of the Diagnostics Team, taking on high-profile patients so those profits could offset the cost of pro bono work.  

“Who cares what Ramsey thinks?” Becca was quick to scoff. 

Ever since Ethan rejected her a few short weeks ago, things have been tense between them. They were able to move past it in most ways, putting her professional development at the forefront; it’s the most important thing between them. For every single denial of his feelings he spewed, there were more longing looks, brushes of the hand and lingering near one another just a bit too long. And in the last few days Becca had enough of his waffling bullshit.   

“Everyone?” Jackie retorted as she downed the rest of her beer.  

Becca let out a mirthless chuckle. If only they knew the real Ethan Ramsey... Just thinking about that man put fires in her amber eyes, ignited by the three shots of tequila she’s had.     

She downed the rest of her drink and began her impromptu rant; “He’s pompous and entitled and so up himself. I’m pretty sure he’s a robot.” With absolutely no filter present, Becca bubbled over, “He’s the most infuriating person in the whole hospital! He has so many stupid rules!” 

Only Sienna had an inkling of the romantic faltering between the diagnostics fellow and her boss. Right now, she hoped Becca was okay and that the rest of the group was too lost in their drinks to marinate in the subtext of her words. 

“And he’s going to do exactly what I say!” At some point in her blind rage Becca stomped to the head of the table to make the assertive proclamation.  

She wanted him. As much as she tried to push the feelings aside, to let rejection overcome her, she just couldn’t let him go. Regardless of all of Ethan Ramsey’s flaws, Rebecca Lao was falling further in love with him with every conversation they had. 

As she was on her soapbox and unaware to her surroundings, her friends tried their best to calm her down. The girl was making a scene. Bryce noticed even Reggie at the other side of the bar was watching them with an intrigued smirk.  Sienna and Elijah tried to silence her speech by sending rounds of “shush’s” and “Bec, settle down. Use your inside voice” her way. Everyone subtly trying to tell her to shut up before she loses her job.

But it didn’t work. None of it worked. 

Not until she finished her ramble, chest heaving and in need of oxygen, did she register the wide eyes and four pale faces of her friends.   

“Is that so?” his smooth, baritone voice came from over her shoulder. 

Her friends were mortified. 

All Becca did was whip her head around, her quick wit taking over, “Unfortunately.” 

Her dark eyes were hooded, an obvious effect of the alcohol mixing with her exhaustion. She wasn’t looking him in the eye, whatever self-preservation she had was locked to the navy blue tie fastened around his neck like a noose. 

Ethan’s stare was on her; not moving from her face, wishing she’d look up at him. He knew Becca was tenacious. He just didn’t know if her bark or her bite was worse. 

Sienna stood, taking one step towards the ex-lovers’ bubble, “I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey, she didn’t mean-” 

Ethan held up his hand. 

His ocean eyes were still on her, “Anything else to add, Dr. Lao?”  

For a brief second Becca’s glare flitted up to his face. She saw the careful cracks in his stoic disposition immediately. 

She shook her head ever so slowly. 

“My office. First thing in the morning.”

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imagine this

Ethan Ramsey and MC BOTH inhale the mitotoxin and Ethan has a death scare...angsty

why u always killing these characters ??? 🤣

sinking suspicion that my hc’s are just less detailed fics 🤔 am i do headcanons right??? 

Ethan Inhales the Mitotoxin

Ethan stared at MC through the window. It was just the two of them left. 

The two more-than-colleagues shared the same look of utter despair and heartache. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” he asked.  MC was grateful yet skeptical, “They won’t need you in the lab?”  “I can be of more use here.” 

Ethan wouldn’t tell her that his mind wouldn’t be able to focus - he was fighting the whole day between his professionalism and his feelings for the resident. At the forefront of his desires was running to her side and wishing he could take all her pain away. Absolve it all. 

He threw on the hazmat suit and made his way to her as quickly as possible. There was no second to waste. 

They talked. 

They shared regrets. 

They finally spoke their true feelings in such small words in the room that’s taken almost everything from them. It was only a matter of time before he lost her too.

Ethan climbed into bed and held her as best he could in the bulky hazmat suit. 

And she tried not to cry as she told him she wished she could kiss him one last time. That she could count every time their lips met in the most perfect synchronization on one hand. That she’d give anything to have him one more time. Even if that one thing was her life. She wanted to love him and have that love, unashamed, returned for once. [i’m not crying as i write this line nope no i’m not] 

Holding her in the cramped twin-sized bed. Not being able to feel the warmth of her skin against his. Ethan wanted all of that as well. He wanted her and more. 

The way she was looking up at him, fragile and broken and yet still the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he made a decision. 

He’d be damned if these were their last moments together. 

Against all rationality, Ethan removed his helmet. 

“No! What’re you doing? Are you stupid?” MC freaked out through her compressed breaths. 

She tried to pull away from him, to put as much distance between their bodies as she could.  

Ethan pulled her closer; “Yes. But I’m not letting you go.” 

They stared at one another for a moment. She couldn’t believe he was jumping into the unknown, risking every thing he has worked his entire life for. Risking it all for a few moments with her. 

She tentatively raised her hand up, wanting so badly to cup his face. To feel the coarse stubble against her skin. 

But she knew she couldn’t. The toxin was all over her and he was already at risk of inhalation. 

Ethan saw the hesitation as her hand froze in midair. He guided her palm to his cheek. 

Their eyes locked on contact. 

Neither closed their eyes as they savored the feeling. They wanted to see - to catalog and remember - every moment of this. For as long as they had left.  

And she started to cry the second his warmth met her palm. 

The tears slowly fell down her tired, so tired, features. 

Ethan reached out to catch them on his thickly gloved hand. His thumbs on the apples of her cheeks and fingers cradling the back of her head. 

He swallowed.

His ocean eyes searched her. 

And as he looked he realized he was holding his whole world in his hands. 

So Ethan pulled her closer to him. He trailed one of his hands down to her waist and slipped it around the small of her back. He needed her closer. 

The whole time MC’s fingers twirled and grasped the strands of his hair, reveling in the feeling of the soft locks of the man she loved. Her other hand finding home on his chest, counting the faint thumps of his heart. 

And yet she wasn’t close enough for Ethan’s liking. 

In one failsafe movement, he swept to press his lips to hers. 

He kissed her. 

He kissed her in the middle of the apocalypse - in the middle of Pompeii as Vesuvius’ ash rolled closer and closer.

It didn’t matter. The toxin didn’t matter. None of it mattered because he had her.  

If she was fading he would follow. 

As much as Ethan Ramsey hated Romeo & Juliet, he never identified with the star-crossed lovers more. 

He would follow her into the dark. 

She broke them apart with a heavy gasp, needing air all too soon. 

He let her take the deepest breaths; his kisses making up for lost time at her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, and the spot under her ear in the meantime. 

And they kissed some more. 

They held one another all night as MC snuggled up against him. Her forehead pressed against the warmth of his cheek, keeping them connected. 

There wasn’t a single second since he took the mask off that they weren’t skin to skin. 

As they lay there, the humming of the machines drowning out serenity, Ethan began to feel the side effects of his irrationality settling in. 

MC could hear the panic in the irregular beating of his heart. 

“Regretting your stupid decision?”  “I could never regret time spent with you,” he told her honestly. 

She rambled on about how he shouldn’t have done it, no matter what. That this wasn’t worth the both of them dying. 

Ethan begged to differ. 

But now wasn’t the time to tell her he’s irrevocably in love with her. That, hidden in his earlier regrets is that he may never get the chance to tell her. 

With every certain fiber left in his failing body Ethan asserted, “We’re not going to die.”  “Ethan... I’ve come to terms with it. I’m okay.”  

She leaned over and kissed him again. It was languid, slow and lingering, spilling every unsaid feeling into the kiss as if they had all the time in the world to work through their issues.  

And in the distance she could hear Sienna screaming. 

“Doctor Ramsey! What are you doing!?” 

The pair didn’t break away quick enough to notice the tiny resident at the window. 

Quicker than lightening Sienna searched around for a spare suit while paging June and Baz to make their way upstairs. 

“Great you’re together.” Sienna let a small congratulatory remark slip before the fire in her eyes took hold. She turned fully to Ethan, making certain he saw deep into her eyes, “What the hell! Do you have a death wish? I cannot lose another friend tonight.” 

And the weight of what he’s done finally came to fruition. 

Ethan didn’t care. He was selfish. He didn’t say goodbye to anyone who could be affected by his impulsive decisions. He didn’t patch things up with his dad before he’d gone. 

“Take off your suit. I’m going to take your vitals,” Sienna commanded.

June and Baz arrived. Both were a little surprised Ethan would do something so bold, though June was less shocked than Baz. Neither dared to ask why their boss would do something so irresponsible. The intention was staring them right in the face. 

Right in the way MC and Ethan kept in contact. 

Even as he stripped off the suit she had her hand on his back. As Sienna took his vitals his fingers laced with hers. As he explained his symptoms and MC began to fade, he wrapped an arm around her and tucked her safely against his chest. 

With jaws on the floor the doctors made their way back down to the lab to tell everyone they had another patient. 

Ethan and MC allowed themselves the small whispers and pillow talk of finally getting to spend the night together. 

After all these months they could be happy together. They could forget everything except for their bodies pressed firmly against one another, their arms clasped behind the others back. The feeling of the others shallow breaths and drumming heart lulling them to sleep. 

He ran his fingers through her hair, loosing himself in the sensations he’s had dreams about for the better part of the last year. He placed a kiss to to top of her head, letting it linger. Letting her natural smell engulf him. 

No matter what happens he wants to remember every aspect of her. 

And eventually, Ethan let himself sleep. 

He was jolted awake by a tightening in his chest and need to vomit. He leaned over the bed and let the bile fall into the wastebasket. Then he sent an ‘911’ message on his pager. 

MC rubbed her eyes awake, terrified as he keeled over onto the floor. Whatever strength was left in her body she exerted to get herself to him. She sat next to him and rubbed his back, whispering sweet nothings of “It’ll be alright. It’ll pass.”  

The despondent look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. 

No. 

He reached out and touched her face one last time. 

If he wasn’t gasping for air he would have said the words. 

Ethan didn’t need to say them, she felt them in the blue of his irises and the way the lines of his face smoothed out. He was slipping through her fingertips and yet he never looked so sure, so serene. 

Then he collapsed. 

And MC cried. She cried so much she couldn’t see through her tears as she tried to check his vitals - checking for breaths, and mustering her strength to roll him on his side. 

And soon enough the team was suited up. 

Tobias, June, Baz and Aurora entered the isolation room. Aurora held MC back as the other three lifted Ethan onto a gurney. 

They plugged him with oxygen. 

And as they wheeled him away June shared a sorrowful look with the forlorn resident.  

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micro story 30.41!

30. harsh whisper 41. comfort food

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Pair: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Becca Lao) x M!OC (Haiden Robbes)   Rating: Teen Warning: angst Summary: Pre-FATL, Becca’s started her new fellowship at a hospital abroad. She’s at a pub with her new friends one evening. 

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Two weeks had passed since she moved to Oxford, and it has been one week since she started the dauntingly liberating fellowship at Oxford Research Hospital. 

Late one evening Pen, her bleached blonde and invasively bubbly downstairs neighbor, dragged her out of her flatshare and to her favorite local watering hole for comfort food and booze. 

All evening Pen was striking up conversation with anyone that passed their table. She seemed to know everyone and their brother. And every single person asked about the American next to her. Even without opening her mouth, Becca stood out like a sore thumb. 

As the night progressed and the liquor kept flowing, across the bar the girls noticed a tall, dark-haired man smiling their way. He was in a navy sports coat over a darker shirt and trousers, standing at probably six foot if Becca had to guess. 

They held gazes and Becca was the one to look away. The lighting in the bar a little too dark to tell his true eye color. 

“Go for it!” Pen nudged with her elbow. 

Becca shook her head, reaching for another fry. “No, I’m okay. I just got out of...” she paused, not really sure how to describe her relationship with Ethan to a relative stranger. “Something.. I’m not ready for all that.” 

“I said talk to him, not fall in love with the man,” Pen whispered back harshly. Her words starting to slur a bit with the weight of her cocktails. “You’re hot. He’s absolutely gorgeous.” Pen had a devious smirk on her candy pink lips. 

Quickly without a single care, Pen spun on her chair and waved at the man. 

Becca bit her lip and tried to look anywhere but where he was gliding over the weathered floor towards them.

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