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storyofmychoices · 7 months

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Our Little Pumpkin

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: >700

Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff

Tagging: @choicesoctober favorite ship; @choicesprompts flufftober-forehead kiss; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Olivia and Bryce are on the quest for the perfect pumpkin.

This absolutely perfect and precious art is by the one and only, ArtbyAinna. She always captures my babies so beautifully!

Bryce and Olivia's footsteps crunched softly over the fallen leaves as they wandered through the enchanting pumpkin patch. The air was crisp and carried the scent of the autumn, a blend of earthy soil and the rich, warm aroma of ripening pumpkins.

At almost eight months pregnant, Olivia glowed, her hands lovingly caressing her round belly. The setting sun cast a warm, golden hue over the patch. Her fiery hair was set ablaze by the lighting.

"What about this one?" Bryce knelt beside a tall, reddish-orange pumpkin. Olivia's head tipped to the side, studying it. "Still not quite right."

"Are you sure?" He used his sleeve to wipe a patch of dirt off the top. "It would clean up nicely."

"Nope, it's not the one," she decided, continuing down the row of pumpkins.

Bryce followed his wife. He knew not to argue over a pumpkin, even if she had turned down twelve perfectly good ones already. Maybe the thirteenth would be the charm!

"That one!" Olivia pointed to a wide, robust orange pumpkin buried partially in the dirt.

"Are you sure?" He squatted beside it, pushing back the dark leaves that hid some of the beautiful pumpkin.

"That's the one!" She smiled, still cradling her stomach.

Bryce carefully clipped the pumpkin from the vine, lifting it by the base. "What do you think?"

"This is perfect," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with delight as she reached for the round pumpkin.

Bryce chuckled, his love for her radiating in his gaze. "What makes this one the right one?"

"Our little mermaid said so." She held her hand out to him.

His brow rose curiously. He shifted the pumpkin into his left arm, carefully holding it by its base. He let her guide his right hand over her stomach. He smiled as his daughter shifted beneath his fingertips. "You like this one?"

Their daughter kicked gently as if in response. Olivia's face lit up with joy. "Did you hear that? I think she likes the pumpkin and she likes your voice, Daddy."

"I guess that settles that then!" He smiled wide. "I can't argue with our little girl. She knows what she likes, just like her Mama!"

He leaned forward, attempting to brush a kiss on her forehead, but the pumpkin in his arms bumped against her belly, keeping them apart. The happy parents couldn't help but laugh, their daughter still kicking happily at the sound of their joy.

Bryce held the pumpkin against his stomach, mimicking Olivia's pose. "What do you think of this?"

Olivia giggled, her laughter a cheerful melody carried in the gentle breeze. She held her belly, leaning toward Bryce. "Will you be carrying that around for the next 6 weeks too?"

"If it would make you and our little girl smile, absolutely." He rubbed his fingers along the cool, smooth sides of the pumpkin.

"As adorable as you'd look with a pumpkin in your arms for the next month or so, I think I'd like you best without it. There's only room for one little pumpkin between us, and that's this one." She pointed to her stomach.

Bryce placed the pumpkin on the ground between them, his arms wrapping around Olivia as he drew her closer. Without the pumpkin between them, Bryce's lips found Olivia's forehead. His lips were warm against her cool skin as he brushed a tender kiss there. "I can't wait to meet our little mermaid... or pumpkin. Whatever she is, she'll be ours, and that's perfect."

"Soon." Olivia smiled as she shifted her head slightly from side to side, rubbing her nose against his. "Soon, we'll have a lifetime of adventures ahead of us with our little one."

Bryce smiled, tears of happiness glistening in his eyes. "I'm still amazed every day that we're going to be parents."

Olivia leaned in closer, her voice a gentle whisper filled with love. "And you'll be an amazing dad, Bryce, just like you are an amazing husband."

"I'll try to be the man you believe me to be."

"You already are," she smiled, kissing him softly. "I know it, and so does our little one. Now, let's get this little pumpkin home."

Bryce scooped up the pumpkin in his arms. "Can't forget our little pumpkin's first pumpkin."

"No, we can't!"

And in that moment, amid the autumn's embrace, they knew that every pumpkin they picked, every laugh they shared, and every kick from their unborn daughter was a promise of the beautiful journey awaiting them.

Thank you so so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this! Ainna did an absolutely gorgeous job capturing my vision. I'm absolutely obsessed with the art!!!!

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macapacaalpaca · 1 year

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I feel like I’m the only one who isn’t a big fan of Harper?

I can appreciate her work and how she’s undoubtedly an amazing surgeon, but I don’t think the diagnostics team was the right move for her. As well as that, I don’t agree with how she treated Aurora (although I know it was because she just wanted her to succeed) and I really hate how she treated MC in bk 3.

I was always under the impression that she was jealous of seeing Ethan and MC so in love and resented MC for being the one Ethan truly fell for. Constantly going down memory lane felt like a way of snubbing MC.

The cherry on top for me was the whole drug trial incident and admitting that she wouldn’t have snitched on Ethan, but did on MC. Like? Girl, you’re smarter than that.

Maybe I’m overprotective and over analyse but does anyone feel the same way? 😅

#open heart #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #pixelberry #ethan x mc #ethan freaking ramsey #open heart book 1 #open heart book 2 #open heart 3 #open heart third year #open heart replay #harper Emery #open heart mc #oph mc

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jerzwriter · 1 year

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PB missed A LOT of tricks with OH3, but I feel like a good one would have been the baseball game between Edenbrook and Kenmore (supposedly annual but never once mentioned again outside of book 2 ch 7). Picture Raf on the team, Tobias and Aurora going up against their old colleagues, MC going up against Landry and June? And all the subsequent ‘friendly’ rivalry? (Mostly friendly though, there was enough drama to be had)

If any fanfic writers see this, please feel free to take this idea 😆

Hey Nonny! I can't disagree with you (and yeah, the list of shit they missed in 3 could go on for days!)

I also thought this would be interesting if your Ethan became COM (mind did not, at least not in my Ethan world. Not sure about in my Tobias/Casey world). Why? He'd have to throw out the ceremonial first pitch like Naveen did in Book 2.

But OMG the fun! To have Ethan and Tobias as teammates now! If this were in my Tobias/Casey world, playing against June could be a blast too. Wow -the mind goes many places.

WRITERS: Want to take a stab at it? I don't know if I can now, I have so much on my plate already, but I will certainly put this on my list of things to consider in the future. I think this could be a lot of fun!

#open heart choices #open heart #oph book 2 #oph book 3 #ideas #asks answered

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justcallmefox89 · 1 year

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Irresistible Force Paradox - An Open Heart Fic

Rory O’Shea begins his first day at Edenbrook and learns that whoever coined the term ‘never meet your heroes’ was absolutely right. Dr. Ethan Ramsey butts heads with the strong-willed intern, and battle lines are drawn as both men ready themselves to work together for the next three years.

September 13th. 11:30 a.m.

I hate him. What a smug, condescending, arrogant, handsome… ugh! How is someone with a personality that repulsive so attractive? He’s definitive proof that God really does have favorites -

“What are we staring at?” someone whispers in my ear, their warm breath tickling the side of my neck.

I let out a startled yelp and drop my charts, drawing the attention of the object of my ire. Bryce chuckles and bends down to retrieve them while Jackie tries to hide her smile behind her own charts. Dr. Ramsey glances over at us impassively, meeting my eyes for the briefest moment before turning away. I continue glaring at him even as I swipe my charts out of Bryce’s hand, trying to telepathically implode his brain with my eyeballs.

“Why are we staring at Dr. Ramsey?” Bryce stage whispers again.

“We are not staring at him. I am trying to explode his big, stupid head with the power of my mind,” I mutter.

“Wow… he really got to you, didn’t he?” Jackie snickers.

I bristle, remembering the emergency thoracotomy in the waiting room earlier that morning and Dr. Ramsey’s subsequent condemnation. “He did not get to me! He’s a pompous asshole and I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him and his perfect jawline with every molecule of every fiber of my being.”

Jackie arches one eyebrow and smirks, clearly unconvinced. “You sound like a supervillain right now, Rory.”

Bryce’s eyes light up. “Dr. Ramsey could be your very first nemesis!”

“And Aurora my second,” I grumble, mentioning the prickly intern I’m partnered with.

They both make a face.

“How’s that going?” Bryce asks.

I shrug half-heartedly. “She went to her aunt’s office right after the initial consult with our patient and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Nice to know Princess Nepotism is already living up to her name,” Jackie says snidely, looking down as her pager beeps. “My test results are in. See you guys later.”

“So how long are we going to stand here and stare at Ramsey?”

I snort and fight back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, Bryce.”

“I’m not the one trying to set my boss on fire with my brain.” The surgeon smirks at me, brown eyes glittering with laughter.

“Explode, Lahela. I’m trying to explode him.”

We stare at each other silently for a few beats before we break into a fit of the giggles.

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11:30 a.m.

Ethan stands at the nurses station, pretending to look over his charts as he covertly watches the young man who is staring daggers at him from a little further down the hall. Ever since their encounter that morning as they’d worked together to save the patient who collapsed in the waiting room, Dr. Rory O’Shea had been a distraction. An insidious little wisp of smoke that continues to invade Ethan’s thoughts in his downtime.

O’Shea is one of those people cursed with a face that perfectly expresses whatever they’re feeling, and right now he’s looking at Ethan like he wishes the older doctor would be hit by a bus. Ethan remembers how the intern had look after saving that woman, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement, and how his expression had fallen after Ethan’s harsh criticism. Hurt, then disappointment, and finally anger flickered over the young man’s face, before he was able to get control over his emotions.

“Maybe you can give me private lessons…”

Ethan’s lips twitch up as he fights to repress a smile at the memory of O’Shea’s words. He’d flipped the switch from angry to flirty so quickly he’d nearly given Ethan whiplash, and the sultry look in his eyes that was clearly meant to catch Ethan off-balance had nearly drawn him in instead.

Such unusual eyes.

They stand out from behind the round wire-rimmed glasses O’Shea wears, those large, pale green eyes, the same color as the sea glass Ethan used to collect with his father when they would go to the beach.

A crashing sound draws Ethan’s attention, and he turns his head slightly to watch as one of the surgical interns bends down on one knee and hands O’Shea a pile of charts with a charming smile. An uncomfortable feeling begins to form low in Ethan’s stomach, but he quickly writes it off as hunger and hurries back to his office for a quick lunch before continuing his rounds.

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2:45 p.m.

“Argh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I aim a kick at a low shelf in the supply closest, nearly breaking a toe when it connects. “Gah! Motherfucker!” I swipe angry tears away from my face, still mentally berating myself as I remember Ramsey’s words.

You need to have a long, hard think about whether or not your ready to be here… Whether this girl lives or dies is on you… Nearly killed her…

A sudden wash of fluorescent light interrupts my brooding.

“I feel like I’m interrupting something.” Bryce says, gazing at me in curiosity and concern.

“In or out, Lahela! I’m trying to have an existential crisis in peace and you’re distracting me,” I snap.

He steps into the supply closest and pulls the door shut behind him. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on?”

I tip my head back and try to stem the flow of tears, internally cursing myself for being an angry crier. And a stress crier. And a sad crier.

Not the time for this.

“Nothing. I just got reamed out by the man who used to be my medical hero and inspiration for the second time today and I almost killed my first patient.” The words come out in a rush. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe everything that I’ve been working for since I was twelve was all for nothing and I’m going to be the biggest failure Edenbrook has ever seen.”

Bryce blinks. “Wow. You managed four years of med school, but four hours here and you’re surrendering? Didn’t take you for a quitter.”

“You just met me.”

“True. But if every hospital employee who ever hid in a supply closet quit, there’d be nobody here but the patients.”

I narrow my eyes. “No offense, but what do you know about it?”

“Let’s just say this isn’t the first supply closet I’ve found a stressed out doctor in today.”

“Alright then, scalpel jockey. What am I supposed to do?”

Bryce grins. “You’ve got two options. One, breeze through life with an unshakeable self-assurance like me.”

“I don’t think this hospital would survive two Bryce Lahelas. What’s option two?” I dryly reply.

“Ride it out,” he says, shrugging.

I stare at him blankly. “That’s not quite the pearl of wisdom you think it is.”

Bryce places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me a bit. “Of course you’re overwhelmed. You’re a doctor. It’s one of the toughest jobs there is, and you’re on your first day. If you don’t give yourself a chance to make mistakes, to get better… nobody else will.”

I let out an enormous sigh and use the hem of my scrubs to wipe my cheeks dry. “Fine. I’ll try.”

“Good. Because I’d hate to lose you so quick. Is there anything I can get you?”

“A hug?” I ask tentatively.

“Alright, get over here.” Bryce smirks and holds out his arms. He has to stoop a little bit to match my much shorter height, but I manage to lace my arms around his neck and squeeze him gently, resting my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tightly, the slow thumping of his heartbeat and the warm, comforting scent of his amber and sandalwood cologne soothes my frazzled nerves.

“This is nice,” I murmur. “You’re a pretty good hugger.”

“One of my many talents.” Even though I can’t see his face I can tell he’s smiling. “Hey, wait a second. Was this just a ploy of yours to get me in here alone?”

I tip my head back to look at him, taking in the cocky smirk on his face and the genuine kindness radiating from his warm, brown eyes. Before I can second guess myself, I pop up on my toes and quickly press my lips to his. His eyes momentarily widen in surprise, but then he’s kissing me back hard, his hands gripping my hips as he pushes me against the shelves, knocking a few boxes to the ground.

“God you’re incredible,” he whispers against my mouth. Suddenly he lifts me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he uses his body to pin me to the shelves. I nip lightly at his lower lip and grind against him, earning a low groan. Bryce’s hands cup my ass, pulling me tight to him as we writhe together, our erections rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of our scrubs. His tongue slides against mine and one of his hands creeps under my scrub top, warm against the skin of my stomach.

The door suddenly swings open, light from the hallway spilling into the closet.

“Could we get some privacy, man?” Bryce snaps, turning his body to keep me shielded from whoever has interrupted us.

“Oh, by all means. I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just wait out here ‘til you’re done,” an equally irritated male voice retorts. “Or, if I may be so bold… might you hand me a suture kit?”

Still holding me up with one hand, Bryce reaches out and snags a kit from the shelf and tosses it over his shoulder to the other man.

“Much obliged.” The door slams and we’re alone once again.

Bryce slowly slides me down his body until my feet are back on the floor.

“Maybe we should get back to work,” I say, nervously adjusting my glasses.

“That guy did kinda kill the mood, huh?”

Feeling awkward, I repeatedly tug on a piece of hair at the back of my head as Bryce straightens his scrubs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Hope I cheered you up a little,” he says as he prepares to leave.

“Just a little,” I whisper, praying that the dim light in the supply closet hides my blush.

Bryce gives me wink as he exits the closet, leaving me alone to ponder my future at Edenbrook.

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9:15 p.m.

I didn’t let him beat me.

I follow Dr. Ramsey out of Annie’s room, grinning to myself. “So, I’ll fill out a prescription for some extra-strength antihistamines -”

“Don’t bother. I already have.”

I skid to a stop, my sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. “Beg pardon?”

He hands me a printed out prescription order for the exact medicine I was about to request. My grin fades and I tilt my head back to stare up at the taller doctor.

I swear to everything that is holy, his brain will be goo by the time I finish this internship.

“How long have you known?” I manage to grit out between clenched teeth. “And when were you planning on telling me?”

Dr. Ramsey checks his watch. “I’d planned to give you another forty-five minutes. I pulled up Annie’s chart to diagnose it myself, in the likely event you blew it. But I wanted to give you the chance to right the ship first.”

I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze, I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze…

“You should have treated her right away.”

He scowls down at me. “I was giving you an opportunity - ”

“I don’t give a shit about your opportunities,” I hiss, stepping closer to him until we’re toe to toe. “And I definitely don’t want your charity. I want my patients to get better. So next time, take care of the patient first, doctor.”

We’re both breathing quickly, our eyes locked together, neither one of us wanting to be the one to look away first. I’m intensely away of how much larger he is, and I can feel the heat of his body even through his lab coat and button-down shirt. Something in his gaze softens and the tension in his body fades a little.

“Rookie…” he says, his voice soft. “I respect how much you care about you patients’ wellbeing. But if I don’t push you to grow, then how many lives will be lost down the line because you’re not ready?”

I hate to admit it, but I can understand his reasoning.

I’ll choke and die before I tell him that though.

“Believe me when I say this was not for your sake. I need good doctors by my side. There’s only one of me, after all,” he continues. “But you showed potential. Not to mention maybe the most important trait a doctor can have.”

I raise my eyebrows, silently prompting him to finish his thought.

“You listened. You took the time to get to know your patient. Their story, their hopes, their fears… Sometimes those are the key to saving their life.”

I nod along as he speaks, captivated by the intensity in his blue eyes and the deep timbre of his voice, unknowingly leaning even closer to him. Aurora suddenly rushes up to us, looking flustered. Realizing how close we’ve gotten I spring away from Dr. Ramsey, nervously shoving my glasses further up onto the bridge of my nose. He, on the other hand, seems to be completely unaffected, which sends an irrational spike of annoyance through me.

She looks into the room and sees Annie sitting up and smiling, then turns and glares at me. “What the hell? You went ahead and presented without me?”

I widen my eyes and stare at her. “Excuse me? In case you - ”

“Annie was your patient as well, Dr. Emery,” Dr. Ramey interrupts me, his voice frosty. He eyes Aurora with disdain. What the hell have you been doing while Dr. O’Shea was making a diagnosis?”

Aurora hesitates, glancing over at me.

Oh, I know she doesn’t think I’m going to cover for her.

I clamp my mouth shut and stare her down as she squirms under Ramsey’s glower.

“That was not a rhetorical question,” Ramsey barks. “One of you needs to answer me.”

I smirk and continuing silently staring at her, refusing to be the one who breaks first.

Finally Aurora cracks. “I was in Chief Emery’s office,” she admits sullenly. “She paged me this morning after we examined Annie.”

“And you’ve been there all day?” He looks deeply unimpressed.

Aurora gives him a short, stiff nod.

“Dr. Emery, patient assignments are not optional.” Ramsey scowls at her one final time before stalking off, leaving Aurora and I standing in awkward silence.

“That’s really what you were doing all day? Just sitting in your aunt’s office?” I eye her curiously.

Aurora’s expression hardens. “What do you care? You clearly didn’t need my help.”

I allow myself a small, pleased smile. “No I didn’t, did I?”

She whirls around, huffing in annoyance, and stomps away from me.

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10:00 p.m.

After my shift ends I hurry to the locker room, taking just enough time to quickly shower and slip into a clean sweater and pair of jeans, before rushing to meet Sienna in the atrium.

“You survived!” she exclaims with a big smile. “Ready to hit the bar?”

“You have no idea,” I sigh, dropping my head onto her shoulder. An easy feat since we’re roughly the same height.

She pats my back soothingly. “Let’s go then.”

Just a few blocks from the hospital, Donahue’s is dingy, dim, and completely packed with Edenbrook staff members. Sienna confidently leads me through the throngs of people to a booth where Landry, Jackie, and Elijah are waiting for us.

“Come on!” Landry urges. “There’s still sixty-seven seconds left in happy hour!”

Elijah rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Who cares? We’re all a hundred-k in debt anyway.”

“Relax, Landry. I put in quite a few orders before the buzzers.” Jackie grins as a barback arrives bearing a huge trays of shots.

“You are a goddess. We lowly beings are not worthy of you,” I praise her as I reach for a shot. I toss it back and sigh as it burns its way down, erasing some of the stress of my day.

I grab a second glass and the others join me. We all raise them in the air.

“To the end of our first shift! And ten hours off the clock!” Elijah proclaims.

We clink our glasses together and throw back our shots.

Landry gags as his goes down. “Don’t we have any salt? Or limes?”

“Doctor up, Landry. Lime and salt are for wimps,” Jackie retorts, pushing another shot glass into his hand.

We all raise another toast.

“How about… To new friends!” Sienna ventures.

Once again we clink and drink.

Jackie points at me. “Your turn Rory!”

I grab another shot and raise it above my head. “To the start of an amazing career, despite Ethan Ramsey’s best efforts! And in a few years, we’ll take the jobs of every attending who ever treated us like dirt!”

My new friends and I whoop and tipsily giggle as we down another tequila shot.

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10:20 p.m.

Ethan quietly nurses his drink at the bar and unobtrusively observes O’Shea pound shots with a booth full of other interns. Whatever they’re drinking has caused O’Shea’s normally pale cheeks to flush, and he’s taken his hair out of its neat bun, allowing the inky waves to flow over his shoulders and around his face. The sweater he’s wearing may have been black at one point, but has been washed so many times it’s a faded grey and looks incredibly soft to the touch.

“See something you like, Ethan?” Reggie asks, leaning over the bar and following the doctor’s gaze.

“Don’t you have other customers to bother?” Ethan responds, downing the last of his scotch.

Reggie just chuckles as he looks at something over Ethan’s left shoulder. O’Shea bounces up to the bar and takes a seat on the stool next to him, legs dangling and feet swinging aimlessly as he waits for Reggie to finish up another customer’s order.

Ethan takes the time to study Rory out of the corner of his eye, noting the way his jeans show off the litheness of his body and the faint smattering of freckles running over the bridge of his nose, making him look even younger than his 28 years. Then those green eyes flit over to rest on him.

“Can I help you with something, Dr. Ramsey?” Rory asks, blinking at him owlishly through the thick lenses of his glasses.

“Just noticing how… different you look out in the real world.”

Rory leans a little closer, nearly tipping over into the older man’s lap. “Do you like it?” he whispers playfully.

Ethan’s eyes widen in shock. If he’d had any doubts before, now he’s absolutely certain the intern is at least mildly intoxicated. But he can’t deny that the warm weight of Rory leaning against his arm and the smell of his grapefruit and vanilla shampoo is intoxicating.

“What’ll it be?” Reggie asks, tossing his bar rag over his shoulder.

Rory glances over at Ethan’s empty liquor glass, then beckons Reggie closer with a mischievous smile. He balances precariously on the bar stool, stretching so he can whisper into the bartender’s ear. In a rare moment of weakness Ethan glances at Rory’s back, admiring the flow of his dark hair over his shoulders, the smooth curve of his spine, and the way the denim of his jeans perfectly frame his high, tight…

Ethan is startled out of his thoughts as Rory’s thumps back down onto his barstool with a self-satisfied smile. Just a few moments later he learns the reason for Rory’s smirk as Reggie sets down two colorful cocktails in front of them, each garnished with a paper umbrella, an orange slice, and a maraschino cherry.

Ethan physically recoils from the drink as Rory tries to hide his snickering behind his hands. “What is that abomination?”

“A Sex on the Beach.” Rory pulls his own drink closer and tastes it with a contented sigh.

The air around Ethan ratchets up a few degrees as he watches Rory’s full lips close around the tip of the straw. “That’s not what I was drinking.”

“I know,” Rory replies, coming up for air, half of his drink already gone. “You were drinking scotch, but scotch is gross. So I ordered you something delicious instead. You’re welcome.”

“You know I can’t be bribed into favoring you,” Ethan says, eyeing the cocktail with distaste.

Rory’s expression darkens and he visibly struggles to control his delicate features. He eventually gives Ethan’s a crooked smirk. “Don’t worry, Dr. Ramsey. I already know exactly what you think of me. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

By the time Ethan recovers from his shock Rory has already slipped off of his barstool and rejoined his fellow interns.

“Busy making friends, Ramsey?” Reggie asks, eyeing him curiously.

Ethan is momentarily lost for words. “I don’t… I… I’m not sure what just happened.”

“I don’t believe that young man likes you very much.”

“I’m his boss. He doesn’t need to like me.” Despite his words Ethan feels a pinprick of something… disappointment? at the thought of Rory not enjoying his company. Belatedly he also realizes that at some point during the evening he had start to think of the younger man as Rory, not just O’Shea.

Reggie hums non-committally, clearing not believing his words. Exasperated, Ethan signals for another scotch, hoping to chase away the lingering sense of uneasiness Rory has left him with. Reggie sets the drink down in front of him and silently moves away, leaving the doctor to his own thoughts.

“Traitor!”

“Get it Lahela!”

Ethan looks towards the far side of the bar, back by the dartboards, just in time to see the handsome surgical intern from this morning dip Rory backwards and kiss him. The kiss becomes more passionate as Rory threads his fingers through the other man’s hair, and the surgeon, Lahela, presses even closer, until there is no space left between the two.

The same stomach unsettling feeling from this morning comes roaring back, and Ethan turns away, grabbing the drink Rory had bought him. He takes a sip, the fruity drink leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, much like the sight of Rory wrapped up in Lahela’s arms does.

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nomaishuttle · 7 months

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on a semi related note there r like 2 specific times i remember expecting one of my safe foods and getting something entirely different and being SO insanely upset abt it even though the thing i got still tasted good

#the first my uncle asked me what i wanted 4 dinner while he was staying with us #and i said cheesy chicken and rice my fav food and he Made cheesy chicken and rice but it was like. a completely different dish than what i #refer to as cheesy chicken and rice and it was good food but i was rly rly rly upset. and i feel bad bc again it was good and my uncles a #great cook but i was expecting my comfort food and got something different #the other big one was i always get the wisconsin six cheese from dominos. and if i dont get the wisconsin six cheese i get the beautiful an #delicious pizza me and my mom named greg . rly funny story actually. but greg is basically. hes got ranch instead of tomato sauce and then #chicken bacon (always at least these 2) and mushrooms if possible for toppings. and hes great #and one time my mom was ordering dominos and asked me what i wanted and i said the wisconsin 6 cheese yk. and it came and it had ranch sauc #and my mom was like oph yeah i thought itd be fun to try the ranch sauce since we like it on greg so i thought id surprise you. and i #literally couldnt eat the pizza and i started crying over it bc i had been rly excited for the 6 cheese #but yes. greg is my goto pizza everywhere except dominos on occasion if they dont let u do rnch as a sauce we do alfredo instead #hes very trustworthy and i love him... we got him umm. the first time we ordered him was when we were doing my sleep study #so we were like waiting outside the hospital and we were like oh we should order something 2 eat since we havent had dinner yet #and we went to order and 4 somereason we couldnt get the 6cheese idk if like one of th cheeses was out of stock or something ???#but we were like ok lets just make a new pizza lol. and we made him and then dominos was like Ok what do you want to name the pizza #and idk why i think it was late but that question was like. HYSTERICAL to us KJADBJWABD bc we were like what is it a baby #of course now i realize its so you can like. have that pizza saved to easily order it again yk. but we were like idk.. greg??? so yes. and #im ngl to you guys idk if it was just bc it had been a good day and i was happy and like kind of silly since i was at a hospital #but that was literally theeee best pizza ive ever had in my literal entire life. istg they put crack in that pizza it was soo good #sooo yes anyways sry 4 rambling.

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kcnnarys · 2 years

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mc let him off the hook way too easy for this you can rest assured if i was mc ethan would be receiving the worst ass whooping of his life. he would be leaving that bar permanently disfigured eye can tell you that much

#they should have let me write for oph 2 the book would have been quite literally perfect actually bc this would not have happened #open heart

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genevievemd · 2 years

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We love a dramatic entrance by the most dramatic man.

#ethan ramsey #open heart #yes hi I restarted book 2 #prepare for my angst fics because I want to work on McRam’s beginnings #oph replay

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myautumnrose · 2 years

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“Think” Ethan is forced? Want to get this guy another date? Let’s introduce him to Dr. Ruth Newman!!!

I wanted to try to give forced or main LIs a LI of their own and why not start with Ethan. I made her around the same age as Ethan as well as made her serious about work. I also gave her an alt hairstyle because the first one looked a little like Aurora’s.

What do you think?

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mvalentine · 2 years

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ohhhh he’s so hot when he defends her 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

#lana constantly swinging from absolutely hating this man to finding him maybe sorta kinda tolerable #and hot but ofc she would never admit that to herself hsjsks denial truly is her middle name 😔#these 2 really out here being two peas in a pod of denial :\#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x lana #lana brooks #oph replay

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years

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Important question!

Do Becca and/or Odette love Bridgerton as much as you? If so, who is their favourite?

tehehe thank you for always indulging me, ren!! <3 honestly had to have a long think about this bc my girls don't exist in our plane of reality.

Becca and Sienna had a viewing party over zoom for the first few episodes of season 1. She enjoyed it but wasn't obsessed - the characters, the steamy scenes, the costuming and the music are fantastic. She'd rewatch it when there's nothing else to vibe with in the background. She doesn't bother picking up the books, so all she knows is what's happened on screen.

Becca has had sex dreams about Benedict Bridgerton. (may have also used episode 6 as foreplay) But the girl can't help loving stoic, traumatized men with hearts of gold - Anthony Bridgerton deserves all the happiness in the world.

Odette heard about the series with all the hype surrounding it, but she never really gave it anything thought - much too busy to watch netflix. She certainly got to it later that most. She made it through the first few episodes but got real uncomfortable with how sexually charged the first season is. So she stopped watching and picked up the book. Unfortunately she couldn't continue that because of the misogynistic tones that made her skin crawl.

From what she did see of the show, Lady Danbury is quite enjoyable.

In conclusion, Becca and Odette interact with it a normal and respectable amount, unlike me 😂

#love this question & love you more for asking #ren <3 #askboxed #in a kinda related note:#becca is so pumped for hocus pocus 2 that she tries to learn tarot #ethan rolls his eyes but lets her practice with him #80% of the time shes claiming 'thats not right. theres no way lemme try again'#needless to say that hobby died swiftly #open heart hc #oph meets bridgerton

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total-drama-brainrot · 2 months

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just want to clarify that everything i write is entirely fictional and i do not embody, share or condone the actions and mindsets of the characters i write for.

i'll do my best to keep things tagged appropriately. despite exploring 'dark' topics, i don't want to make anyone genuinely uncomfortable with myself or my writing, so please heed the tags.

#/srs #this is a PSA for anyone who's concerned about my mental wellbeing after reading my fic #got a comment saying my exploration of al's twisted perspective made them think i was a 'lowkey creep' which. honestly? fair.#i'm in my will graham era. exploring unhealthy mindsets through my writing. it's unsettling by design (this is my design).#fun fact; chapter 2 of the rice krispies fic was delayed by 3 days because i kept taking “what the fuck” breaks when writing for alejandro.#ophe rambling #rice krispies fic

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storyofmychoices · 7 months

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Obvious Secrets

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC)

Book: Open Heart

Word Count: ~300

Rating/Warnings: general (tipsy Olivia)

Prompts: "I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it" from this drunken confessions prompt list requested by @kyra75; @choicesoctober favorite ship—romantic ❤️; @choicesficwriterscreations ; @choicesprompts flufftober-confession

Synopsis: Olivia and Bryce are at the beer garden with friends and she has a (not so secret) secret to share with him.

This gorgeous and adorable art of my babies is by CoffeesForChloe (IG)

Amid the lively chatter of friends at the beer garden, Olivia couldn't contain her giddy spirit any longer. Her laughter, warmed by the buzz of a few drinks, filled the air as she slipped behind Bryce. With a mischievous smile, she wrapped her arms around him, drawing him close. Her lips found his cheek, planting a playful kiss. Bryce turned, his eyes sparkling with affection, and met her gaze.

"What have you been up to?" His fingers caressed her rosy cheek as he turned into her.

"Just sharing some juicy secrets with Merida and Casey," she hummed.

"Oh yeah?" His brow rose curiously. "Anything good?"

"Maybe. I did say juicy." Her head tipped to the side as her gaze traced his features. Her finger tapped him on the nose. "Boop."

"What was that for?"

"You're cute," she giggled again.

"Cute enough to hear one of those secrets?"

Her lip twisted in consideration. After a moment, she nodded, pulling him closer. "I love you. But that's a secret. So I won't tell you about it."

He couldn't help but smile. "Your secret's safe with me." Bryce tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "For what it's worth, I love you too, but I think that might be too obvious to be a secret."

Olivia leaned in closer, her eyes shimmering with affection under the glow of the lights strung above. With a playful grin, she replied, "I've got another secret, but it's pretty obvious too–You're all mine."

"Just the way I like it." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The cool fall breeze swirled around them as the laughter and cheers of those around them continued into the night.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! Once I got this precious art from Chloe, I knew it worked perfectly for the prompt request.

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #bryce oph #open heart #open heart 2 #playchoices #choices #choices game #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #brylivia #lovealexhunt #open heart 3 #oph bryce #fan fiction #open heart fan fic #october2023

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macapacaalpaca · 1 year

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CEO of being the worst at trying to be subtle

#we love him for it though #pixelberry #open heart #ethan ramsey #choices open heart #ethan x mc #ethan freaking ramsey #open heart book 2 #open heart replay #oph replay

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cephalopaints · 2 years

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missed drawin these four so heres some quick pride doodles :)

#art tag #ocs #splatoon #splatoon 2 #artists on tumblr #clownin' around #june 2022 #silas #wasabi #opheli #blank #id do more but people mustly just care abt these four

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justcallmefox89 · 1 year

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Irresistible Force Paradox: Chapter Two - An Open Heart Fic

Rory and Ethan have their second skirmish, and the intern interferes with one of the diagnostic team’s cases.

September 14th. 8:15 a.m.

“I’m telling you guys; this one is perfect for us. Five bedrooms, wheel-chair friendly, a few minutes on the T from Edenbrook,” Sienna continues to extoll the virtues of the apartment she had found online last night after the three of us, plus Elijah and Landry, had drunkenly agreed to live together. “And it’s within our budget! This is too good to be true!”

“Because it probably is,” Jackie replies, yawning.

I loop the lanyard that holds my name badge over my head. “I’m too young to die in an organ trafficking scheme.”

“Guys…”

“Fine! Fine. But if it even looks like it’s above a meth lab, we keep searching,” Jackie relents.

“Deal!”

“Sucker,” I whisper, nudging Jackie in the ribs after Sienna has walked a few feet ahead of us.

She bumps me with her hip. “I dare you to try and say no to that face.”

We meet up with Landry and Elijah inside the atrium, where two residents are corralling all of the interns into one big group.

“Moment of truth,” Elijah says, “We’re meeting out senior residents.”

The female resident waves us over. “Oh, hello interns! Right over here with the others!”

“Do take your time. We’ve got all day.” The man next to her scowls.

Uh-oh. I think I recognize that voice.

“What? What’s that face for?” Jackie whispers.

“I’m pretty sure that’s the guy who walked in on me and Bryce yesterday. In a supply closet.”

She snorts in amusement. “You’re kidding me. You like that surfer bro?”

“What’s wrong with him? He’s cute!” Sienna defends me. “Nice going, Rory!”

Jackie just rolls her eyes in response, but she’s smiling.

“It’s so lovely to see so many new faces ready for exciting adventures! I’m Dr. Delarosa, but to you, I’m just Ines!”

That’s a whole lot of energy this early in the day.

“And I’m Dr. Zaid Mirani. We’ve got your cases for the day. Come and get ‘em. Do not ask me for something better than what you get. I will treat you like you don’t exist.”

Awesome. A shorter, less attractive Ramsey.

I roll my eyes as all the interns move in to collect their assignments. I mosey over towards Ines while Jackie opts for Zaid.

“Hi! Dr. O’Shea! Do you remember me?”

“Of course,” I say, trying to perk up a little. You can call me Rory.”

Ines beams at me. “Zaid and I will be your mentors during your intern year. We’ll assign and monitor your cases and help you if you run into problems. Our purpose is to teach and guide you. Think of us as your safety net, okay? No matter what, we’ll get through this together.”

“Roger that, Ghostrider.” I take the patient’s chart from her and move away to join Jackie. “What’s Mirani like?”

“An ass,” she replies, flipping through her own chart. “What about Ines?”

“The most aggressively cheerful person I’ve ever met.”

“Gross. I’ll take the ass.”

“All right, young ones!” Ines calls out. “You’ve got your assignments. Go forth and shine bright.”

11:30 a.m.

My fellow interns and I gather in the atrium after answering Ines’ page. I slink through the crowd, trying to find Jackie or Sienna.

“I hope you’re all excited! We’re about to begin rounds!” Ines says.

“Woohoo,” I say under my breath, moving to stand next to Sienna. She grins and bumps her shoulder into mine, but doesn’t take her eyes off of Ines.

“We’ll go around as a group led by a senior physician, and you’ll present your patients and field questions. Today, we have a very special guest… Good morning, Dr. Ramsey!”

Fuuuuuck.

“Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Ramsey urges her, frowning.

“We’re doing rounds with Dr. Ramsey? This is great! Also, I’m gonna puke!” Someone, Landry I think, exclaims behind me.

“Let’s see who the interns are going to kill today,” Ramsey mutters, just loud enough for our group to hear.

“What a fucking asshole,” I whisper to Sienna. “Does he -”

“Something to add, Dr. O’Shea?” Ramsey asks, his gaze landing on me.

The other interns shoot me glances and start murmuring amongst themselves, trying to figure out why he knows me by name.

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Ethan stares down Dr. O’Shea, silently daring him to repeat himself. O’Shea’s left eye twitches in annoyance and he squares his shoulders.

“Yes, actually,” Rory says, glaring at him. “I said, what a f- oof!” The intern next to Rory stomps on his foot, interrupting him. He collects himself and tries again, a little more calmly. “It’s only our second day. You don’t have to make mean jokes to try to shake our confidence.”

Ines’ eyes dart back and forth between Rory and Ethan likes she’s following a tennis match. “Ha! Ha ha! Let’s maybe proceed with the -”

Ethan raises his eyebrows. “And has your confidence been shaken?”

Rory flashes him a sharp grin. “Oh Dr. Ramsey… It will take a lot more than you to shake my confidence.”

Taken aback, but trying not to show it Ethan replies, “Good. Because if I scare you, then you aren’t remotely prepared for what you’ll face on a daily basis here. Actually, why don’t we start rounds with your patient?”

3:00 p.m.

What is your game, old man?

I stare at Ramsey’s retreating back as he walks away from me, trying to puzzle out why he picked me out of all the available interns and assigned me to Kyra’s case. I bite my lower lip, worried and pissed off.

I don’t like Ramsey and I don’t like being singled out to handle his special, little assignments. I don’t like it at all.

A wail carries down the hallway and I wince in reflex. The baby had been crying ever since it had been admitted early that morning, and I’m a little awed that it’s still going strong. I have to walk past the hospital room to get to the nurse’s station, so I risk a peek inside as I slowly wander by. I quietly watch as one of the senior nurses, Marlene, quickly administers a dose of medication to the baby girl and hands her back to her father, a disheveled young man with dark circles under his eyes. A equally young woman, the baby’s mother I assume, slumps in a visitor’s chair, red-eyed from crying and nervously chewing on her lower lip.

Marlene murmurs a few comforting words to the parents and exits the room. I stop her just outside the door.

“What’s going on in there?” I ask softly.

“Sepsis of an unknown cause,” she answer, shaking her head sadly. “Dr. Banerji’s team took the case but they haven’t been able to pinpoint the cause of infection. Poor thing, she’s too young to tell us what’s wrong and they’ve been running tests all day. Her parents are just exhausted.”

I gaze at the sad scene in the hospital room, anxiously tapping my fingers against the clipboard in my hands. “Sorry if I held you up, ma’am,” I say absently, deep in thought. “I was just curious.”

Marlene pats me on the shoulder and resumes her rounds. I covertly check the hallway, specifically looking for a certain freakishly tall, older doctor. Once I’m sure Ramsey isn’t nearby, I take a deep breath and step into the room.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Rory O’Shea,” I say, just loud enough to be head over the still crying baby.

4:30 p.m.

Cursing his malfunctioning coffee maker for the twentieth time in just as many minutes, Ethan storms into the hospital cafeteria. The team’s newest case, a six-month old little girl named Emily, is getting to him and the lack of caffeine isn’t helping.

Think damn it… Sepsis in infants…

He scowls, trying to recall every bit of relevant information he can.

“Dr. Ramsey?” a timid voice interrupts his frantic thoughts.

Ethan prepares a sharp response, stopping just in time when he realizes it’s Emily’s mother, Sarah, not an over-eager intern, trying to get his attention. Her husband, Jason, sits at the table with her, both of them looking slightly more rested than when he had last seen that.

Why are they here? Did something happen? Surely Naveen would have paged me if -

“Dr. Ramsey?” Sarah tries again.

“What can I do for you?” Ethan offers them a tight smile as he tries to shake off his worry.

“Has your team found anything?” Jason asks, fear for his child lacing every word. “Emily still won’t eat and she’s crying hard enough to make herself sick…” Sarah grips his hand as he trails off, both of them looking fragile and so very young.

Damn it.

Ethan hates this part of his job. “Nothing conclusive,” he admits. “But I promise you, we can and will help your daughter.”

Sarah’s shoulder sag a little and fresh tears fill her eyes, but Jason manages a shaky smile. “Thanks. Dr. O’Shea said the same thing, and I don’t want you to think we doubt you we’re just -”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan interrupts. “When did you two speak to Dr. O’Shea?”

“He stopped by Emily’s room maybe two hours ago,” Sarah replies, using a napkin to dry her tears. “He was real sweet; offered to sit with her so we could stretch our legs and grab a bite to eat.”

“I didn’t realize just how much I needed a break until we got to the cafeteria,” Jason adds sheepishly.

Fucking Rookie.

Anger burns in Ethan’s chest, bright and hot. He’s not sure why Rory has decided to force himself into this specific case, but Ethan will have his job by the time this shift is over.

“Why don’t we see how they’re getting along?” Ethan suggests, forcing his voice to remain neutral. Jason and Sarah readily agree, eager to return to their daughter after their short rest.

Ethan struggles not to rush back to Emily’s room, not wanting to worry her parents. A grim smile spreads across his face as thinks about O’Shea’s upcoming termination. A fitting end to the two day feud he’d had with the intern. He strides into the hospital room, every admonishment he’d carefully prepared dying on the tip of his tongue as he takes in the scene before him.

Is that… Elton John?

Music plays softly from an iPhone resting on the small bedside table, and Rory gently sways to the rhythm, Emily sleepily resting in the crook of one arm. She’s no longer crying, but has one chubby hand tangled in Rory’s long, black hair as she sucks on the fingers of her other hand with intense concentration.

“I remember when rock was young, me and Susie had so much fun,” Rory softly sings along with the lyrics, using his free hand to make a small, yellow lion dance to the tune. Emily eyes the stuffed animal with interest, calm for the very first time since her admission.

“But the biggest kick I ever got, was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock,” Rory turns in a wide, slow spin. “While the other kids wer - ”

And sees Ethan, Sarah and Jason standing in the door way. The young man’s eyes grow wide and two bright spots of color burn in his cheeks as he freezes in place.

“Hello, Rookie.”

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