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amortentiaopenheart · 11 months

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Electric love

Have I tried writing angst? Yes.

Have I fully succeeded in leaving a purely angsty ending? Never.

So yes, it's an angsty fluff story- mainly angst, hurt, and some comfort.

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

Word count: 4K+ (my longest fiction yet lol)

Genre: Angsty fluff?

Trope(s): Hurt, comfort, illness, rejection, longing

Premise: She'd thought they had some chemistry between them, but he simply refused to let the spark turn into a flame.

A/N: This is my longest fic yet, so....enjoy if you can!

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The drops that rolled down her cheeks were not tears of sorrow or hatred, it was of frustration, and acceptance.

She was never going to be his.

She'd thought they had some chemistry between them, but he simply refused to let the spark turn into a flame.

She was done with waiting.

Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe it was just something she was telling herself, convincing herself she was okay and that she wouldn't fall apart.

Catherine stared at her tear stained face in the mirror, her cheeks streaked with the mascara mix with her tears.

Having been pushed away by Ethan, yet again, for the umpteenth time, had done more than shatter her heart.

It had destroyed her self-esteem, little by little.

She doused her face with water, and clutched the edges of the basin tightly as she let the tears fall.

She didn't even hear the slight creak of the door as somebody pushed it open.

"Dr. Valentine?"

Oh no. No no no no no. Dear Lord.

Quickly blinking her eyes, she wiped her cheeks furiously, trying to remove the mascara from her face.

"Dr. Valentine? Catherine?"

She turned around, gritting her teeth in an attempt to stop the flow of tears.

"Can I help you, Dr. Ramsey?"

It stung. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't remember the last time his surname sounded so formal on her lips.

It stung much more than he cared to admit.

And it shattered him, as he saw the evident proof of her broken state.

A state he would've never seen if only he hadn't fallen so hard for her. If only he hadn't let her fall for him.

If only he could push his issues and fear of abandonment away.

"Can I help you?"

There was steel ice in her voice.

There were so many things he wanted to tell her. How she was the love of his life, how she was quite literally a part of him, and how he couldn't imagine life without her.

So many things, all left unspoken because fear overwhelmed him.

Instead, all that came out of his mouth was "We have a case. Please report to the DT office as soon as possible."

The shock and hurt on her face increased the burning in his heart.

But he turned away. He couldn't give in, he just couldn't.

Her professional development was more important than his happiness.

Catherine stared at the retreating form of Ethan. She still couldn't bring herself to believe the audacity of that man.

Knowing she couldn't mix her personal life with her professional one, she bit her lip and washed her face, deciding to tackle the case.

Upon reaching the office, she found it was empty. Well, almost. Only one person was there.

Seated behind the majestic marble table was Ethan, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he typed away on his computer.

She blinked twice, before clearing her throat. "Where's the rest of the team?"

"They'll be along shortly. They've been paged."

Ethan got up from his seat, and there was a sudden clicking sound.

Startled, Catherine held the doorknob and accidentally turned it.

To her horror, she found it locked.

Lovely.

"Can we talk?"

"No."

"Catherine, please."

Catherine hated the fact that his eyes were moist. She didn't want to cause him pain, but she had to protect herself.

"I said, no."

Ethan's shoulders dropped, as he hung his head.

"Okay."

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Catherine should have been feeling victorious. She had solved the case alongside Ethan, and she had avoided sparking any conversation that wasn't professional.

Then why was she feeling so miserable?

She walked towards the nearest on-call room, hoping to calm down and cry her heart out.

Just then, the door opened, and she crashed into a hard chest.

Oh dammit.

She knew that chiseled chest only too well, and she pushed herself away.

Unwittingly, she looked up, and hated what she saw.

Ethan's eyes were red, and his body was trembling.

She looked away, but was shocked when he tentatively reached out for her hand.

She still didn't give in. She knew she would harm herself if she did.

Blinking fast and furious, she walked past him.

It was midnight, and the hallways were dimly lit with no one around.

The silence allowed her to hear the soft thud behind her.

Whipping around, she gasped.

Ethan was on the floor.

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Sprinting upto him and kneeling down, she shook him. Gently at first, then more vigorously.

Keeping a cool head, she brought a wheelchair from nearby and pulled him up onto that after some effort.

Wheeling him out of the hallway and into one of the empty hospital wards, she put an arm under his and around his back, supporting his frame as she walked him towards the bed.

Getting him in, she sighed.

Why did fate always have to be so untimely?

Dimming the lights, she touched his forehead to check for any fever.

It was burning.

Catherine took a thermometer from the table along a window in the ward, and gently prised his mouth open and put it in.

Making sure it was correctly positioned, she walked towards the door and locked it, and let the curtains shield the windows.

Ensuring there was total privacy, she gently stripped him of his damp clothes, leaving him in nothing, and covered him in a warm blanket.

Seeing his shivering lessen slightly, she sighed in relief.

The thermometer beeped. 102.5°F.

Catherine stared. He hadn't looked sick since morning, what was this sudden wave of fever?

Suddenly, she heard him moan.

Turning around, she stared.

She wanted to escape, but leaving him while he was unwell seemed like a criminal offence to her.

Him moaning again brought her back to reality.

Filling a glass with water, she gently stroked his hair.

Ethan's eyes fluttered open. Seeing Catherine bent over him startled him, but it hurt to move.

It hurt to do anything than lie still.

Feeling the cold glass against his lips, he opened his mouth, letting the chill of the water soothe his body.

"Are you okay?"

Ethan sighed, his brows furrowing, as he turned to his side. "What? Why am I here?"

Catherine ran her fingers through his damp curls. Seeing him so vulnerable broke her heart, and she knew she had to put aside her feelings and help him.

"You collapsed a couple of hours ago. Had me worried there."

His features were distorted with fatigue, and he mumbled incoherently before falling asleep again.

It was 3.00 a.m when Ethan woke up, shivering profusely.

He sat up, and felt a cold hand on his head. What was happening?

As the memories came back, he felt a bag of mixed emotions.

Gently taking the hand on his forehead, he kissed it.

The hand trembled, and he turned to see Catherine staring at him, tears pooling in her eyes.

"You're okay." Was all she whispered.

Not giving him a chance to ask questions, she got up briskly and pulled out his clothes.

Startled, Ethan gaped. Those were the clothes he had been wearing yesterday. Then....

Looking under his blanket, he felt heat creeping up his neck and cheeks.

"I was the one who treated you, don't worry. Nobody was there." Her whisper was barely audible but he heard it.

He looked up at her, and sighed in relief.

"Get changed, I'll drive you to your place."

"I can drive, Catherine. Don't worry." He mumbled.

"Do you have any intention of getting into an accident? Unless it's a yes, shut up and let me drive."

Getting up weakly, he tried to put on his vest, but his coordination was extremely poor due to him being fatigued, and he dropped onto the bed.

Feeling his legs slip into his boxers, he looked down and realized Catherine was helping him. As he got up, she worked quickly, getting him into his clothes.

He looked down to meet his eyes, and found only warmth there.

Relief washed over him.

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15 minutes later, they were in his Mercedes, as she turned some meditation music on.

They'd been halfway into the journey when she spotted him fast asleep.

Just then, he moaned. Interlacing their hands, Catherine dabbed at her eyes, trying to focus on getting him home instead of how bad he must have felt upon her behaviour towards him.

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Ethan woke up, sweating. Looking around, he saw a glass of water and a paracetamol tablet on his bedside table on a small china plate.

Taking the medicine, he got out of bed.

Walking unsteadily into the bathroom, he washed his face when he heard a soft knock on the door.

Opening it, he felt Catherine throw her arms around him, pressing against him tightly.

"How are you feeling now?" She breathed into his ear.

"Better. I want to have a shower, I'm sweating."

"Okay." I've made soup, I'll see you after the shower. Also, don't worry about Jenner or your pending paperwork. I've taken care of those."

She didn't notice Ethan smile, but she felt him clutch her wrist, and she turned around.

"Can you, like, shower, I mean-"

"Shower with you?"

"Yes"

Ethan's rosy blush was so adorable that Catherine smiled, for the first time since she'd been in his presence.

"Give me a minute."

Stepping into the shower with him, she turned lukewarm water settings on and tenderly washed him, rubbing his shoulders, waist and neck, letting him melt into her touch.

The two spent ages in the shower, before stepping out.

Ethan's face had gained some of its colour back, and his eyes were sparkling.

Putting a bathrobe around him, Catherine dried his hair, running her fingers through his curls.

As they walked into the bedroom, Ethan motioned towards his bed.

"You want to sleep?"

"No, can we talk?"

Catherine nodded, sobering up.

Leading him to the bed, she sat him down, stroking his cheek before sitting beside him.

"Let me begin by saying I've said sorry many times, and I've not shown that through actions. Allow me one last chance, not to apologize verbally, but through actions."

Catherine looked deep into his eyes, searching for any doubt, but when she found none, she smiled.

"You're sick, Ethan. Don't worry about this right now."

"You'll make me more sick if you don't give me a direct answer."

"It's alright, Ethan. But just so you know, if you ever push me away and hurt me like this again, I'm stealing Jenner and running away."

Ethan laughed, falling onto the bed and pulling her beside him.

"You have my word. I'll show you how much I care, how much I love you."

Catherine leaned over and sweetly kissed his lips, feeling at peace again.

"Have some rest. Goodnight."

"G'night."

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yourqueenb · 10 months

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I actually don’t hate this. Not a huge fan of this bag, but it’s not the worst outfit overall

#choices CoP #choices crimes of passion #choices #choices stories you play #playchoices #why does it say supper though #is that supposed to be a play on a popular brand #like how pictagram is just instagram #choices app #pixelberry studios #pixelberry

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mysticalgalaxysstuff · 2 years

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New Journey

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Marissa Sanders)

Premise: It's the big day of their lives!

Warnings: None

Note: Today, it's 7th May, 2022, the exact day I HC Ethan and Marissa got married so I decided to make Pictagram edits for their big day. A special thanks to @peonierose for supporting me to do this ♥️

(Tagging in reblog)

#ethan ramsey #marissa sanders #ethan x mc #ethan x marissa #open heart #pictagram edit #playchoices

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storyofmychoices · 3 months

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#PlantLove

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) Book: Open Heart (earlyish in their relationship) Word Count: >350 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff A/N: just a silly drabble inspired by Holland's Instagram ❤️

Synopsis: Olivia celebrates National Houseplant Appreciation Day.

"What's all this?" Bryce asked his brow furrowing in confusion despite the smile spreading on his lips at the sight of her.

Olivia looked up from her leafy friends, her eyes sparkling. "It's National Houseplant Appreciation Day! I thought I'd give each of my green friends some one-on-one time."

Bryce chuckled, moving beside her, his arms circling around her from behind. "I'd like some one-on-one time with you."

Olivia shook her head, playfully pushing him away. "Except today is for plants! When it's National Bryce Appreciation Day, I'm all yours."

Bryce leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Olivia's cheek. "Maybe today is Bryce Appreciation Day?"

"Nope, it's November 14th," she stated proudly.

"Why do you know that," he laughed in amusement.

"Why don't you?" She turned her attention to an ivy plant, adding a little watered fertilizer. "Don't worry about him, Planty. You're the prettiest in the room."

"Planty? You do realize they don't actually understand, right?"

She shot him a teasing glare. "Maybe not in words, but they respond to care and attention. Plus, it's just nice to appreciate them individually."

Bryce leaned against the wall, watching in awe as Olivia moved from plant to plant, chatting with each one, occasionally patting a leaf or letting her fingers trail along their cool surface. She was so tender with them, her movements soft and gentle.

Olivia smiled, whispering something too quietly for him to hear to a fern she had named Ferny.

Smiling warmly at her plants, she turned back toward Bryce. "Plants bring life to a space, and each has its personality. Plus, keeping plants in a home, or hospital, comes with a surplus of benefits."

Bryce chuckled softly, his eyes filled with adoration. "Well, if anyone can make plants feel appreciated, it's you, Liv. You bring life to everything you touch." He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead. "Happy National Houseplant Appreciation Day."

Olivia interlaced her fingers with his. "Want to help me choose the best photos for my Pictagram?"

Her genuine smile and wonder at the prospects drew him in. He couldn't say no. Not that he'd want to, but even if he did, he couldn't. Her joy was contagious; he would happily spend every minute looking at plant pictures if it meant being by her side.

In which Holland is Olivia:

Epilogue?

Bryce reading Liv's post and being like "nothing makes you happier than plants?"

Liv just smiling coyly, tending to her plants.

Bryce continuing to read the benefits: "Well, it may not improve air quality, but I can think of something else that can match the first two and raise it with improve sleep and lower blood pressure." 😏

#bryce lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #bryce oph #open heart #playchoices #choices #choices game #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #brylivia #lovealexhunt #oph bryce #fan fiction #open heart fan fic #january2024 #storyofmychoices #lovealexhunt writes

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cariantha · 3 months

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Drink Had Me

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Category: Fluff Word count: 3.3K Prompt: Ethan has too much to drink and winds up on Sawyer’s doorstep in the middle of the night. Event: I’m participating in the Song Rewrite Challenge hosted by @choicesprompts. This fic is a rewrite of Drink Had Me by Jordan Davis.

🎵Hell, I was up to nothing

🎵Just sittin' home alone

🎵Yeah, I was gonna cash it in

🎵About to put down my phone

🎵And I had a message waitin'

🎵Them boys won't let me sleep

🎵So I told 'em I would meet 'em out

🎵And just have one drink

Ethan was mentally and physically exhausted. He could feel the stress he’d been carrying deep in his bones. His muscles sighed as he sunk into the comfort of his couch and rested his head on the back cushion. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, enjoying the peace and quiet of his empty apartment.

He tried to push aside the thoughts that had plagued him. The budget crisis. The selfish billionaire. The competition with Tobias. The situation with his mother. But mostly, it was Sawyer that occupied his mind. He worried that the constant push and pull between them was nearing a breaking point.

She had recently gone behind his back and opened Pandora’s box. She compromised the team’s mission. She called him a “goddamn diva” in front of his colleagues. Worst still, it’s what she said when helping him set up his Pictagram profile. “It’s love, Ethan. It doesn’t have to make sense. I guess you just… feel it.” The words nagged at him constantly, and not because she was probably right - like she was right about everything else - but because he felt something. Something unfamiliar. Something scary. Something he hoped was reciprocated.

DING! That sound used to annoy him, but now it made him eager to check his phone, because there was only one person who insisted on texting him. Quickly reaching for his phone, he sighed disappointedly when he saw the message was not from Sawyer.

Ethan groaned. He had forgotten that this morning, while working out with his gym buddies, he made plans to meet them at Donahue's for drinks and a game of pool. In an attempt to rouse Rafael from his suspension-induced funk, Sawyer proposed the night out. And in all honesty, Ethan only agreed because he saw it as an opportunity to spend time with her. It was only after he committed to attend that Sawyer bothered to mention she had prior plans with Stephanie, their coma patient.

Ethan arrived at Donohue’s thirty minutes later and swore to himself he would only stay for one drink.

“... and then she said, ‘Oh, would you prefer to be called a spoiled child or an entitled jackass?’ You should have seen your face, man.” Baz, who had wandered over earlier to say hello, couldn’t contain his laughter as he told the story of Sawyer calling Ethan a diva to everyone gathered around the pool table.

Rolling his eyes, Ethan ordered another drink while the guys racked the pool balls for another game.

“... speaking of workouts... Raf, remember when you asked Sawyer why she liked to work out? And she said because she wants to look good naked. Dude. Best response ever,” Bryce recalled with a laugh as he shared another round of tequila shots.

Ethan gladly accepted, swallowing the cheap liquor in one gulp when the memory of Sawyer standing in front of his bedroom window came to mind.

Every time Sawyer’s name was mentioned, which was surprisingly often, Ethan put a glass to his mouth. Better that than inadvertently slipping and revealing something he shouldn’t.

“Okay, time for a round of Fuck-Marry-Kill,” Bryce announced, earning a groan from Rafael. “Since you’re so excited to play, Raf, you can go first. JLo, Shakira, Taylor.”

“Easy. Fuck JLo. Marry Shakira. Kill Taylor,” Rafael answered. After taking a sip of beer, he turned to Elijah. “Your turn. Lara Croft, Leeloo from Fifth Element, and umm… Jamie Lee Curtis' character in Halloween.”

“Damn, man. Uhhh…” Elijah twisted up his lips as he pondered his answer. “I guess I’d fuck Croft, marry Leeloo, and go all Michael Myers on JLC.”

Raising his hand excitedly, Baz jumped in. “Oh, oh, I’ve got one for Ethan… Harper, June, and Sawyer.”

The other men snapped their heads to Ethan, bracing for the explosive impact. But to everyone’s surprise, Ethan threw back another shot and answered without hesitation. “Fuck Harper. Marry Sawyer. Kill June.”

Reggie made the announcement for last call, and at midnight he kicked everyone out, including Ethan. The inebriated men stumbled outside to wait for their rides. Ethan decided to walk for a while, and bid them good night. He strolled down the block until he reached the rose garden near the hospital. Resting on a park bench, he dug his phone from his pocket. But instead of dialing for a ride to take him home, he called Sawyer.

🎵But the drink had me

🎵Callin' you up, talkin' all crazy

🎵Talkin' 'bout us

🎵And catchin' a ride over to your room

🎵And keepin' your roommates up past two

Sawyer’s phone lit up on her nightstand with an incoming call, but she didn’t notice. She had fallen asleep a couple hours ago.

On the other end of the line, Ethan heard her voice. “Hi there, you’ve reached Sawyer. Leave me a message.”

“Sawyer,” he sighed before continuing, “I don’t want to lose you.”

Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and stared at the phone screen. Sawyer’s contact picture smiled back at him. “I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole lately. I just… I want you so fucking bad,” he confessed. “I need you to be with me.”

He dropped his chin to his chest in defeat and growled. “But I can’t have you.”

He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look at her picture again. “I’ve been losing my goddamn patience with this situation. I don’t want to push you away anymore. It kills me to know that I’m hurting you, but I’m still afraid of what might happen if people find out about us.”

Ethan stood and held the phone at eye level as if trying to look her in the eye. “I feel like I’m on the verge of losing you, Sawyer.”

He began to pace back and forth and rambled on. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said a couple weeks ago. It really fucked me up, because I don’t think I’ve felt like this before.”

“God, Sawyer, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” he admitted, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He closed his eyes and whispered to himself. “Sawyer, say it back. Please say it back to me. I don’t want to be alone in this feeling.”

There was a long pause while Ethan stared at his phone, hoping for some sort of reply. “Fuck it. I’m coming over.”

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It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when there was a knock on the apartment door. Sienna, who was still up baking, checked the peep hole and unlocked the door. “Dr. Ramsey! What are you doing here so late?”

His eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of whiskey and beer. The drink and exhaustion rapidly stripped away what little control of himself he had left. Ethan steadied himself with a hand on the doorframe and answered, “I need to talk to Sawyer. I need to see her. Is she here?”

Sienna invited him in. With her five-foot-nothing frame, she nervously guided the towering and swaying six-foot-four-inch sack of muscles into a seat at the kitchen table. “I’ll be right back.”

Gently knocking first, Sienna let herself into Sawyer’s room. “Sawyer? Sawyer, wake up,” she whispered loudly.

Sawyer awoke with a start, finding Sienna crouched at the side of her bed. “What’s wrong?” she panicked.

“Ummmm… Dr. Ramsey is here.”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“He said he needs to speak with you,” Sienna explained.

Sawyer threw her covers aside and stumbled out of bed wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. She quickly checked the time on her phone, noticing the missed call and voicemail notifications from Ethan. “I swear to God, if he’s here to drag me out of bed for another diagnostics case…” she trailed off.

“I don’t think that’s why,” her friend said, leading her down the hallway.

Once her eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lighting in the kitchen, Sawyer spotted Ethan sitting at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands. His body language reminded her of the times when he had felt pretty hopeless, like when Dolores died and when Naveen was sick. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Ethan lifted his head and let out a small sigh of relief recognizing her. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice tired and gravelly.

She followed his eyes to Sienna, who had gone back to her baking. “Let’s go to my room.”

Ethan stood and followed her down the hall. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over him and he threw himself against the wall to keep from stumbling over. Sawyer grimaced at the loud thump, hoping it didn’t wake her other roommates. She quickly tucked herself under his arm and helped him the rest of the way.

Just as her door clicked closed, Jackie poked her head into the hallway. “What the hell was that?” she called out.

Sienna came into view from the kitchen. “Sorry, Jackie, that was me. Sorry I woke you.”

“Do you ever sleep, Trinh?” Jackie yawned, shutting her door and going back to bed.

🎵The drink had me

🎵Wantin' one more

🎵Wantin' to forget what we broke up for

🎵And doin' that make up, wake up thing

🎵I just went in there to have one drink

🎵But the drink had me

Sawyer sat Ethan down on the side of her bed, then stood in front of him casually crossing her arms. “What’s going on? Did something happen? Is this about your mom?”

His head felt like a sloshing fishbowl when he shook it. Focusing on her bare feet, he attempted to ground himself.

Getting more worried, Sawyer stroked her fingers through his hair. “Hey, talk to me.”

Slowly lifting his head, Ethan’s eyes trailed up her long legs to the oversized Hopkins t-shirt she wore. “Is that my shirt?”

Glancing down at the heather gray tee, she replied with a hint of embarrassment, “Yes.”

Sawyer braced her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance when Ethan tugged her close. Standing between his knees, he hugged her tightly around the waist and rested the side of his face against her stomach.

“I miss you,” he mumbled.

A beat later his hands dropped to the back of her thighs. His fingertips lightly caressed her soft skin, eliciting goosebumps. Lifting his eyes to gauge her reaction, he slowly slid his hands higher, palming her backside and giving a gentle squeeze.

“Ethan,” she warned, gripping his forearms to prevent his hands from wandering any further.

“I want you,” he said, kissing her belly through the t-shirt she had stolen from him.

“Ethan, you’re drunk.”

“Say it back,” he whined.

“Say what back?”

“That you still want me.”

She sighed deeply. “Ethan…” When he looked at her with desperate, pleading eyes, she took a seat on his knee. “I want you too,” she repeated and cupped his cheek, “but not like this. Not a drunken mistake.”

“It’s not a mistake,” Ethan asserted. “I know what I want.”

She shook her head. “I know you, Ethan. You’ll regret it in the morning when you’re clearheaded.”

Ethan began to protest when the nausea hit. “I won’t… I–,” he paused and swallowed, “I’m going to be sick.”

Sawyer jumped off his lap and grabbed her garbage pail just in time. Ethan wretched the contents of his stomach while she soothingly rubbed his back. When he was finished, Sawyer offered him a tissue and a sip from her water bottle. She then knelt before him and removed his shoes and socks.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready for bed. You’re in no shape to go anywhere right now. You can stay here and sleep it off.” As she stood, she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. “Scoot back and lie down,” she instructed. Ethan complied.

She met his hooded eyes, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t get any ideas,” she said before unbuttoning his pants. “Lift your butt.” After carefully tugging off his jeans, she neatly folded his clothes and set them atop her dresser. Returning to his side, she tucked him under the covers.

“Where are you going?” he murmured when she stepped toward the door.

“I’m just going to clean this up and grab you some aspirin,” she answered, picking up the small waste bin. “Do you need or want anything else?”

Ethan shook his head.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised with an assuring smile.

When Sawyer returned a few minutes later, Ethan’s eyes were closed and he was lightly snoring. She turned out the lights and crawled under the covers. Hugging the edge of her full-size bed, she resisted the urge to curl up next to him, and soon dozed off.

🎵Next morning came too early

🎵Heart poundin' in my head

🎵And it took me just a second

🎵To realize I know this bed

🎵And it ain't where I belong

🎵But you got my T-shirt on

🎵I blame the alcohol

🎵No, it ain't my fault

🎵The drink had me

Ethan’s head throbbed. The sound of distant, muffled voices had woken him. He cracked his eyes open, thankful for the dim surroundings. Blinking away the fog in his vision, he focused on the ceiling. There was something familiar about the dangling light fixture overhead. A single lightbulb hung from a rope cord. The gentle breeze that wafted through the window caused it to sway back and forth in a hypnotizing motion. Aware that he was not at home, Ethan’s eyes swept the small bedroom, taking in every detail. As recognition set in, his heart began to race, intensifying the pounding in his head.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, his senses were overwhelmed with the sweet smell of her. Daring to cast a quick look downward, he found Sawyer tucked into his side. Her arm was draped across his torso, her thigh across his waist, with a foot nestled between his legs. Ethan’s right arm was at her back, holding her close. His left hand gripped the back of her bent knee, as if he had been using the leverage to keep her locked in place. She was wearing his t-shirt, and he was only wearing underwear.

He reached into the black box of his mind for any remembrance, but came back empty handed. He didn’t know what to be more upset about. The eventual fallout from this reckless encounter, or the cruel twist of fate of taking Sawyer to bed again and not remembering a damn thing about it.

When her alarm rang out, Ethan silently cursed. “No, not yet.” He needed more time to figure his way out of this mess. More time holding her body against his.

Sawyer groaned in frustration as her phone sang a melodic tune of chirping birds. As she did every morning, she buried the tip of her cold nose into her pillow and inhaled. Only it wasn’t her pillow she smooshed her face into this morning. It was Ethan’s chest. His warmth and scent aroused her senses, and she was instantly awake.

Seeing that he was too, she pushed back from him and tried to cover herself with the forgotten comforter. “Shit, sorry,” she whispered, rolling away to silence her phone.

Her surprise and embarrassment confused him. “Why are you apologizing?”

She turned to face him, making sure to keep a safe distance. “I tried to keep to my side. I must have rolled over in my sleep and snuggled up to you.”

“Keep to your side? Did we not…?”

She shook her head.

Ethan looked up at the ceiling and expelled a breath.

Sensing his relief, Sawyer swiftly climbed out of bed. “I’m going to get ready for work. Your clothes are on the dresser and your phone is charging on the desk. My roommates should be leaving soon.”

“Sawyer-”

“It’s fine, Ethan,” she said, rummaging through her dresser drawers. “We can talk about it later when you feel better. Or if you prefer, not at all, because nothing happened.” Ethan rubbed the spot between his eyes. “There's some water and aspirin on the nightstand,” she pointed out before stepping into the hall and closing the door behind her.

A while later, they left the apartment and shared a ride to the hospital, successfully avoiding the topic of last night. They limited their conversation to simple questions and one-word answers, merely enough to get out the door and on their way.

“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sawyer said, and not waiting for reciprocation, she hurried away.

Ethan watched until she disappeared through the sliding doors of the hospital’s main entrance. He cursed at himself the entire walk to Donohue’s to retrieve his car. They may not have slept together, but he still ended up on her doorstep last night and tangled in her bed this morning. He hoped once the hangover cleared, he would remember why, so they could clear the air.

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Sawyer was slow to leave the diagnostics office when their team meeting ended the next day. The tension between her and Ethan was so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife. She couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to study him, watching as he stacked case files, doing his best to ignore her. “This feels like the morning after Miami all over again,” she finally spoke.

Ethan stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, and braced himself for the conversation he had been dreading. “I’m sorry for inconveniencing you the other night.”

She shook her head as if she didn’t care about that. Shifting her gaze out the window, she bit the corner of her lip before speaking again. “Do you remember calling me? Leaving a voicemail?”

Ethan swallowed hard. He had checked his phone yesterday and knew that he dialed her number, but didn’t recall leaving a message. “No. I only remember bits and pieces after leaving Donahue’s.” He took a cautious step toward her. “What... what did I say?” he asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“It doesn't matter,” she sighed, still looking out the window, “you probably didn't mean it.” She downplayed her disappointment with a quiet chuckle, “I never pegged you for a sappy drunk.”

Ethan stepped in front of her, cupping her chin to force her to look at him. “I meant it,” he said firmly.

“You just said you don’t remember–”

“I don't,” he interjected, “but if the result was me showing up at your door, and waking up with you in my arms, then whatever I said… I meant it.” Gazes locked on each other, Ethan gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He breathed a sigh of relief when Sawyer’s lips finally turned up in a small, forgiving smile.

That smile slowly changed to a mischievous one. Ceasing the opportunity, she started to back away as she spoke. “Well in that case…" She bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I want to get married in June. A fancy church wedding and a huge reception. Oh, and let’s honeymoon in Paris! It will be so romantic.”

“Funny–”

“But you should know, I plan to keep my last name,” she continued teasing.

“You’re a brat. Get out of here,” he demanded, playfully tossing a pen in her direction as she scrambled to leave.

“Hey!” she yelped, using the door as a shield.

“Oh, and I want my shirt back!” he hollered.

Poking her head back in, she offered a deal. “If you can get me out of it, Ramsey... it’s yours. See ya!”

A/N: Ethan's drunken confession was also inspired by the song Say It Back by Nicklas Sahl.

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mvalentine · 18 hours

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Pictagram— Cas, Gabe & Mia Edition:

a big fan of reading, activism & one mia anderson.

recently got a new kitten & refuses to shut up about it.

was forced to make a pictagram and is currently being held there against her will. absolutely no gabriela adalhards allowed.

#cas not accepting gab’s request just to be annoying is so on brand i just had to #also her original username was something vampire related with a fang emoji in her bio #and astoria promptly made her remove it :(#anyways!#i can’t wait to see my girls <333 #playchoices #immortal desires #cas harlow #gabe adalhard #oc: mia anderson

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liaromancewriter · 11 months

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Picta Problems

Premise: Cassie and Ethan clash over a Pictagram post.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff. Format: Prose + Text & Pic Fic Words: 1,100

A/N: I started with the intent of making fluffy edits; that's it. And then this fic took a life of its own. Submission for @choiceschallenge-may2023 prompt "photographs" and @choicesjunechallenge "stories". I'm using @choicesflashfics week 35, prompt 3.

Part 1: Picta Memories

Part 2: The Backlash

Part 3: The Confrontation

Cassie Valentine was having a good day until she wasn’t. Everyone knew her to be easygoing, often with a smile on her lips, but serious about her work. Her friends and foes agreed on one thing: she had a long fuse, and it took a lot for her to lose that sunny disposition.

Of course, she wasn’t a saint, and medicine wasn’t a career for eternal optimists. But she found a way to keep her balance despite everything fate threw at her.

That’s why many people milling about on the seventh floor of Boston’s Edenbrook Hospital were surprised to see her angry expression as she furiously tapped on her cell phone. Sensing her distraction, they stayed out of her way.

But the rumors spread. Dr. Valentine was in a bad mood. Best to wait until it evened out. She might be slow to anger, but she was also quick to diffuse.

The traveling nurse assigned to that floor asked his colleagues if the young doctor might just be hangry. Perhaps a cookie could turn the tide.

“She’s partial to cupcakes,” one of them commented.

“And coffee,” another piped in, having witnessed Dr. Valentine and Dr. Ramsey returning from their daily coffee run for years.

“Could she have had a fight with Dr. Ramsey?” one recently hired nurse wondered.

The idea was so preposterous that everyone around the nurses’ station laughed. They were still wiping tears from their eyes when Ethan Ramsey stepped off the elevator and marched determinedly down the hallway to his former office.

Everyone held their breath and pretended to be busy as he paused midway to stare at them. He quirked one eyebrow, a perplexed frown forming on his lips and then he shook his head and continued walking.

Still puzzling over the bizarre behavior at the nurses’ station, Ethan absently swiped his access card on the reader outside the diagnostic team’s office and strode through the sliding glass doors.

“Any idea what’s happening outside?” he called out.

Cassie was staring at scans on the digital board and didn’t respond. Not giving it another thought, Ethan joined her and shoved his hands in his pant pockets as he stared at what appeared to be a patient’s brain. The shadows told their own story about the individual’s condition.

“Hmm,” he mused and rocked back on his heels. “See that—”

“I know how to read a scan, Ethan,” Cassie said curtly, throwing him an annoyed look. “Believe it or not, I am adult enough to do my job without anyone watching over my shoulder.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m pissed off at you!”

Taken aback by her vehemence, Ethan started to reach for her, only for Cassie to evade his touch. She walked around him and took her place behind the desk, putting physical and emotional distance between them.

“Is this about my text message earlier?” Ethan asked, mentally tracking their interactions during the day.

“Partially,” she said. “It’s about you not trusting me enough to know when to draw the line about publicizing our relationship. I barely post about you. If people didn’t already know about us, they’d think I was single. But that isn’t good enough for you, is it?”

Ethan wondered how his day had gone from breakfast in bed with his lover to her looking at him as if he was a stranger. He didn’t think their text exchange had been that serious, but clearly, Cassie disagreed.

“I already apologized,” he said, sighing deeply, unable to hide his irritation.

“Until the next time,” Cassie bit out. “I can’t be in a relationship where I’m constantly walking on eggshells. I ask for very little, Ethan, but I demand your trust in this. I’ve earned it.”

She was right, thought Ethan. She’d had enough experience with tabloids to be a fiend about her privacy. And as someone intimately familiar with her Pictagram feed, he knew his presence was an exception, not the rule.

Of all the things she could be upset about, he found it hilarious that it was over this. He admitted his first reaction was annoyance at seeing a private moment shared on social media and having her friends comment. But there hadn’t been malicious intent involved.

Like it or not, he was involved with Cassie, and she had earned his trust. Not just for this, but for all other things too.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Cassie asked suspiciously, her green eyes narrowing to slits.

Instead of answering, he walked around the desk, turned her chair and placed his hands on either side of her chair, effectively caging her. He leaned in, his blue eyes intent as they locked on hers.

“I.” He kissed her forehead. “Am.” Then the tip of her nose. “Sorry.” He brushed his lips across hers. “I overreacted. Forgive me?”

He didn’t think she’d respond, but she seemed to deflate before his eyes, losing the tightness in her body as her anger left.

“Fine,” she said somewhat graciously. “But we should set some ground rules because I’m not ashamed of our relationship. I might not want to end up on HSTea, but that doesn’t mean I want to hide away completely.”

She pushed against his arms until he moved back to let her stand.

“There are obligations to who I am, Ethan,” Cassie said, deadly serious as she crossed her arms across her chest. “If we’re going to go the distance, you need to accept that being with a Valentine comes with social responsibilities and prurient interest from strangers.”

She continued, staring at him carefully. “My family tries their best to keep the limelight away from me, but they cannot make it disappear completely. It will shine on you too, and you have to be okay with it even if you don’t like it.”

“I see,” he said cautiously for lack of anything else to say.

The shrill sound of his pager cut through the uncomfortable silence. Ethan cursed and glanced at the tiny screen.

“I have to go, but I do want to discuss this, Cassie,” he said. “Meet me for dinner tonight. We can talk without interruption.”

She nodded rigidly, and Ethan exhaled. He touched her hand, needing that connection before they went their separate ways. He took comfort when she hooked her pinky around his and smiled softly.

As he walked back to his office in the administrative wing, Ethan thought it would likely be the most important dinner of his life. But there was no decision to make. He’d already decided to fall in love with Cassie. Everything started from there.

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genevievemd · 2 months

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Baby Ramsey, coming August 2024

A/N: popping in from the wasteland to post G’s announcement 🥰 hope yall are well and having a good year so far! I love you all!

Bonus:

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potionsprefect · 6 months

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Looking Back

Victoria thinks back to a time after the Senator attack

For @choicesnovchallenge “freedom”

Victoria does not like sushi lol

Tagging in reblog

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headoverheelsforramsey · 1 year

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Foodie Valentine

Submission for @choices-february2023 Day 27 : Strawberry

Alone on Valentine's Day? Celebrate love through food and drinks with our Open Heart Gang. Set in Book 1.

A/N : Is it too late for Valentine's Day post? Maybe. Will that stop me from posting? No. Shoutout to @peonierose for the lovely picture prompt used in Sienna's post. ❤️

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amortentiaopenheart · 1 year

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Hii 🥰

I just saw this and thought it’ll inspire a fic or a moodboard for your MC‘s or OC‘s

(No pressure 🥰)

This line 🤌🏻❤️✨️

It's a really short story, with almost no plot, and pure fluff.

Enjoy if you can!

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When we first met

Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 4H+

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X Catherine Valentine

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"You want some coffee?"

Ethan's rich baritone startled her out of her train of thoughts.

"What?"

Ethan gently untangled her legs from his, stepping onto the rug and scooping Catherine up, bridal style, before kissing her.

"I," he kissed her forehead, "asked," kiss on the nose, "you" kiss on the eyes, "if" kiss on the cheeks, "you wanted" kiss on her head, "coffee" kiss on the lips.

By the time he was done, she was fully laughing, her face mushed against his shoulder.

"I do."

Ethan let her down, and trudged off to the kitchen.

Upon coming back, he saw Catherine with that same dreamy look in her eyes.

Setting the coffee down, he pulled her close.

"You seem lost in thought today. Whassamatter?"

Catherine smiled. "What was your first impression of me?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "An annoying intern?"

Catherine rolled her eyes. Making a face, she shoved him, causing him to laugh.

"I'm serious. When we first met, I had no idea that you'd become this important to me. I saw you as a headstrong and stubborn, yet intelligent and compassionate doctor. You were always special, C. I was yet to meet an intern who stood out so much in a good way. I selected you because I knew you were one of a kind. You definitely are, running into walls with your eyes wide open, slipping, falling, making ridiculous lyrics-"

That earned him another playful shove. But Ethan was lost in thought. He was almost musing to himself, just loud enough for Catehrine to hear and comprehend.

"But then, life is always so unexpected, isn't it? Five years ago, if anyone had told me I'd be happily married with three children, I'd have told them to shut it and get on with their life.

Now, it's as if being a husband and a father was always meant for me, just like being a doctor was. I-"

The rest of his musing was shut down by Catherine throwing herself onto him, causing him to startle and catch her.

"Okay, Mr. Preacher, that's enough. Shut up and give me a kiss now."

Ethan looked at her with adoration, before kissing her.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Ethan."

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Hope I did it justice ❤️

Thanks for the ask @peonierose 🤍

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I never got the Ethan diamond scene with the execs in OH1.5 but I’ve seen screenshots and can’t help wondering what MC’s friends were doing in the meantime…

MC: I’ll get this round

*2 hours later*

Elijah: how long is that damn line?

LMAO! I've thought about that too. MC saw their chance to spend time with their crush and took it. The roomies have to respect the game 😎

But in my universe, Lilac texts them to let them know she's fine and she'll be right back lol. I think I added it to my old Pictagram series 😂

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #Oh replay #Book 1 replay #1.5

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MC of the Month: Sawyer Brooks

Please welcome our third MC of the month! Each month, we will highlight one MC or OC that is currently on our Meet my MC / OC List. The MC / OC is selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

This month's MC of the month is...

@cariantha ' s Sawyer Brooks

Learn more about Sawyer and her creator, Cari, below.

In your words, tell us what you like most about your MC.

Not only is Sawyer beautiful and talented, but she’s incredibly smart and ambitious. And she really could care less about bragging rights, fame, or glory.

Sawyer has never been the best at anything right out of the gate. She has had to work hard for everything she’s ever accomplished or achieved. She only ever wants to prove to herself that she can do anything she sets her mind to. It started when she was in grade school. She wasn’t the best test-taker back then and often placed into lower level classes, but within weeks advanced herself into gifted courses. When it came to athletics she had natural talent, but she didn’t have the advantage of other student athletes who could afford to play club sports year round. She worked hard each season, showing up and giving her all in every practice, which led to her earning a scholarship to play collegiate volleyball. And as we know, it took her a few weeks to find her way but she eventually climbed the ranks and took the top spot in the Edenbrook intern competition.

What’s her proudest personal accomplishment you might ask? You might think it was something huge like diagnosing Naveen, but it was actually discovering and claiming Dr. Ethan Ramsey’s heart.❤️ She jokes that after he dies, she will donate it to a museum.

Do you feel your MC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

Of all my Choices MCs, Sawyer is definitely the most like me. We share similar backgrounds, upbringings, interests, and personalities.

We are most alike in the sense that we make friends easily and enjoy the associations of many, but tend to keep our circle of trust pretty small. And we both hate conflict. If mad, we avoid or bottle things up rather than confront. I know, I know, it’s not exactly healthy. We’re both working on it.

As far as differences, Sawyer is more forward. More willing to take risks. She’s more playful and affectionate. And she’s much more comfortable in her own skin - she knows she looks good naked.🏃🏼‍♀️ Sawyer could be on the cover of a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.😉 Hence all the bikini thirst traps on her Pictagram.

What is most important to your MC? What is their motivation in life?

Being true to herself. It wasn’t until she started applying for residency programs that she realized she needed to start making choices based on what she wanted, not what others expected of her. Being the oldest child in her family, and the most successful academically, she felt a lot of pressure to set an example and make her parents proud. When she finally started making decisions based on her own happiness and not the expectations of others, she felt so free and content.

Happiness is Sawyer’s motivation. She knows the pursuit of happiness is not always easy, but if the end goal is something that will bring her joy or make her feel good about herself, then she’s going to give it her all and push through.

What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

Sawyer’s a compulsive neat freak. When she’s stressed, she can’t rest until everything is tidy and in order. She has a lot of pet peeves related to things that might disturb that order. One of the most irritating ones is dirty dishes left in the sink when there is a perfectly good dishwasher nearby. Even if the dishwasher is full, she thinks you should at least rinse the grime off the dishes. Also, clothes that hang over the side of the laundry basket. She thinks it’s just lazy to not push them all the way in. Oh, and whiskers all over the sink. Luckily, Ethan shaves in the shower. And the fact that he has a housekeeper come regularly to help maintain order keeps her from going off the deep end when she’s had a rough day.

She was never more irritated than intern year when she was stressed to the max and living with four roommates. She was so relieved on the nights she could go hang out at Ethan’s and work on Naveen’s case.

If your MC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Other than all the wrongs in the world, Sawyer would change her voice. She wishes she could sing. She loves and finds so much comfort in music. She’ll sing in the shower and in the car when she’s alone. It’s not awful, but it’s not exactly great. Singing karaoke with her friends gives her a lot of anxiety.

What is your MC’s favorite quote or song?

Sawyer’s favorite song is Here Tonight by Brett Young. She discovers it shortly after Miami and has it on repeat for weeks afterward. The lyrics describe exactly how she felt on the balcony that night with Ethan, the night when everything changed for them. Fast forward to Year 3 and they talk about what they would choose for “their song.” Sawyer plays it for Ethan, and he immediately agrees it’s the one.

Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC:

Sawyer is my daily dose of medicine. When I first joined the fandom, I seriously thought I would just create some fun edits about her journey through residency. Getting lost in the details of editing, believe it or not, was a major stress reliever. Channeling Ethan Ramsey here...I was able to control what I could control. But I quickly caught the writing bug. It felt amazing to try something new, and it felt even better when it was positively received by OH fans. I probably have a very unhealthy addiction to Tumblr now, but this fandom brings me so much joy. Writing for Sawyer and Ethan gives me something to always look forward to.

Thank you for sharing Sawyer with us, Cari! You can learn more about Sawyer Brooks here!

#cfwc mc of the month #mc of the month #sawyer brooks #cariantha #open heart #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #choices fic writers creations

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