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writing fanfiction is just. i’m being so creative and original. i’m plagiarizing everyone by accident. i’m a genius. i’m cringe. i’m too angsty. i’m too cheesy. this is not in character. it doesn’t matter that it’s not in character because these are my characters now. i love my hobby. this is the worst possible use of my time. i’m seeking validation. i’m projecting my own personal problems onto this story and i’m barely hiding it. i know so many words and i’m using all of them wrong. im on tumblr posting about it instead of writing it.
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micro dosing on being alive by playing stardew valley
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please why did the ukrainian woman not blink
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Smut with Tobias in the upcoming fic please?
Hi anon! Thank you for the interest in my fics btw ❤ won't be in the next fic bc there would be no context for it (it's one where they get stuck in an elevator and have a Feelings Talk) but I will def put that into consideration for the one after that!
just fyi when i write smut it's not too uh drawn out i guess is the expression? i can write it but it won't be extremely explicit
#sof answers#i don't write a lot of smut but i'll try my best!#open heart#choices#choices open heart
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i know i disappeared for a moment there, but just wanted to give a heads up that the tobias fic pt 2 might take a while bc i'm working on a harry potter au for him 👀
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accepting that you’re objectively weird & owning it is infinitely better than being constantly desperate to appear normal to people who don’t even matter to you
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pairing & genre: none — fluff/angst perhaps?
warnings: mention of major character death | english is not my first language
word count: 783
request | prompt | neither | challenge
tags: let me know if you want to be tagged!
A cool breeze whispered across Fort Slava as the cluster of Titans slowly reverted back to their human bodies. Levi stood in the centre, wiping the grime on his forehead with a shaky hand, his knees threatening to buckle from exhaustion. Bittersweet didn't begin to describe the sour taste in his mouth. The fighting had left him covered in blood and dirt and he wasn't too sure which was his own. He eased his grip on the blades, letting them clatter on the muddy ground.
His surroundings were absolute chaos; through the dust he could make out several people running around, trying to locate their loved ones. Screams and whoops assaulted his battered ears. Levi slowly started moving forward. The battle was won and Eren...
Eren was dead.
His dark eyes narrowed, continuing his search. His soldiers seemed to be relatively unharmed. He lowered himself next to a boulder protruding the earth. He remembered meeting a young boy with determined eyes, chained in a dark cell, and later clobbering him until he was a bloody mess before the court. A deep sorrow tightened his scarred chest. Eren was another name on his list of deceased comrades. Their conflicts and his genocidal streak aside, he had been a brother.
Another breeze blew through the fortress and he looked up to see them. A wry smile tugged at his lips.
“Were you all watching?” he asked, carefully scanning each face, heart clenching.
Erwin towered over him, wearing a serene expression.
“It seems that this is how it ends,” Levi continued, desperately clinging to their presence while it lasted. “The goal that all of you... dedicated your hearts to.”
Hange raised her fist to her heart and it occurred to him that she was blurrier than he recalled. Was it his own exhaustion distorting his vision or was it simply a product of his hallucination?
He didn't want them to leave. He would have to face reality now that there were no more enemies and it was one where he was utterly alone.
One by one, they stepped forward and offered their own personal goodbyes before vanishing into thin air. His squad surrounded him and he could feel the comfort, the warmth wrapping around him. Petra smiled cheerfully like she used to when they shared meals and Oluo playfully threw an arm around her shoulders, which she predictably swiftly removed with an annoyed huff. He wanted to chuckle but didn't have the energy.
Soon only Erwin and Hange remained.
“Don't be a stubborn mule and rest when you get back,” she ordered, though her tone was soft and mellow. It reminded him of when she found him after the explosion.
“I'll see to it,” he said in response.
Hange contemplated him for a moment and then reached down to pull him into a brief hug. “I'll be watching.”
He didn't entirely hate the sound of that.
Erwin came to a low crouch in front of him and Levi swallowed as flashes of his dead body came to mind. He was still missing an arm but looked healthier.
“I killed him.”
The commander gave a small smile. “I know.”
Pushing his weight onto the palm of his hand, he straightened his back and pulled himself into a more elevated position. Erwin studied him, seeming to assess his injuries.
“I'm proud of you,” he finally said, taking a deep breath. “And I'm sorry you've gone through so much.”
He saw Furlan and Isabel behind the tall commander, one mischievous, another relaxed. Isabel raised two fingers to her temple in a mock salute, giggling as Furlan gently swatted at her hand. He nodded to Levi.
“If you want to go, it's okay.” Erwin laid a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention.
Levi considered the offer. His body ached and throbbed with pain flaring up his torso here and there. It would be so easy to accept and leave this world behind. His purpose was done; he killed Zeke. The Rumbling had been stopped.
His clothes rustled with yet another breeze. Their figures became a notch more faded and allowed him to see Connie and Jean approaching with Annie and Reiner in tow. They were heading straight towards him, worried frowns marring their faces.
He turned his head to the left and saw Armin and Mikasa helping a limping Pieck as Falco steered Gabi away from the worst of the debris. All around them stood Marleyan civilians and officers alike. Most looked relieved. Others... not so much. He could feel their wrath from where he sat.
He couldn't leave. Not yet.
“I'll see you soon, Erwin, but not today,” he murmured.
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the nurses when two senior residents, the top immunologist, the chief resident, four of the best interns, and the ENTIRE diagnostics team yeet off to hawaii and dump all their patients on them for the next two/three days:
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god said let's give this bitch so much self awareness it's going to stop her from doing literally anything
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MC: aksdfsdfsdfas
Ethan: What was that?
MC: it's a keyboard smash
Ethan: How do I do it?
MC: just press anything
Ethan: 7
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if you’re ever about to comment on a writer’s work and think, oh, they probably know how good they are, you’re definitely wrong. every time a writer posts or publishes anything, no matter how many years they’ve been doing it and no matter how many readers they have, they are struck with the idea that perhaps they aren’t very good at all.
if you think you’re annoying for commenting, or that we won’t see your comments anyway, you’re wrong. we see your comments. we actively look for them. we are starved for them no matter how many we get. we remember them and they fuel us. leave comments, even if it’s just saying “oh i like this”. i see an “oh i like this” and my heart grows three times its size and i am seized with an urge to provide you more writing just to hear you say “oh i like this” again.
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"They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners
But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms"
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"Would we be better off by now
If I'd let my walls come down?"
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#bridgerton#henry granville#benedict bridgerton#my stuff#ve: benedict x henry#i love these two sorry lord wetherby
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updated: 18.04.2021
— masterlist
All works listed underneath are fiction and include characters which I do not own. I take no credit for those. This is a multi-fandom blog still in development. Works will be listed in the order they were published.
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OPEN HEART DRABBLES
he fell in love | e. ramsey |
word count — 281
apple picking | z. mirani x i. delarosa |
word count — 516
OPEN HEART ONE-SHOTS
burgers and fries | t. carrick |
word count — 2.4k
B3 Ch9 divergence. Ava is still reeling from the earlier confrontation and Tobias is determined to cheer her up.
PLATINUM ONE-SHOTS
a silver fox | e. knight |
word count — 5.4k
MISCELLANEOUS
meet the dahls
A brief introduction to my Open Heart MC as well as her immediate family for future reference.
VIDEO EDITS
cloud 9 | t. carrick |
TAG LISTS
permanent tag list: @usuallyamazinglyaverage @perriewinklenerdie @cyb3r-kat
tobias carrick tag list: @tsrookie @lsvdw-blog @princesslahela
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meet the dahls
This one is mostly for personal purposes and in case you would like to know more about Ava.
In order of appearance: Ava Dahl — Jack Dahl — Connor Dahl — Grey Rutherford — Michael Dahl — Henry Dahl — Penelope Rhodes
Ava witnessed her mum drown when she was a young child. Wisteria was trying to save a child and lost her life in the process. Grey survived and would later become an important member of the family.
Jack lives in New York and is married with twins. His wife is pregnant with their first daughter. He used to be a private investigator and recently took a job as a detective in the NYPD.
Connor is an actor and steadily rising towards fame now that he is starring in a new promising TV show. Once upon a time he could've been an Olympic swimmer. You might see mentions of Beck Morales as well, who is still an undeveloped character but an original one with whom Ava might have ended up with were Ethan and Tobias not in the picture.
Grey is the unofficially adopted son and set to inherit their father's bakery back in their home town. Mentions are also to be had and there's the possibility of him visiting Ava in Boston. A side-romance plot is also in the works between him and Zachary Hemgrove. Many thanks to @cyb3r-kat for the wonderfulness that is this ship.
Michael is the youngest. He will be more predominant in an AU divergence story I'm planning to write, where he moves to Boston following Ava's near-death experience. He's a good kid and a damn good firefighter.
Henry is their father, a humble man who owns a bakery and is getting older as the time passes. He doesn't have as much energy as before but he makes time for all of his children and is their strongest pillar.
Penelope is their grandmother and the patron saint of their mischievous streaks. Their other grandmother, Honor, suffers from Alzheimer's and so Penelope offered to take her of her. Both their husbands have died when their grandchildren were still small.
Ask box is open if you have any questions!
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burgers and fries | t. carrick |
pairing & genre: tobias carrick x f!mc (ava dahl) — fluffy as hell
warnings: one curse word | english is not my first language
word count: 2.4k
request | prompt | neither | challenge
tags: @usuallyamazinglyaverage ; @perriewinklenerdie ; @cyb3r-kat ; @moonsoltice ; @romewritingshop ; @tsrookie ; @hedwigsbixch
a/n: a special thank you to @usuallyamazinglyaverage @perriewinklenerdie and @cyb3r-kat for allowing me the use of their characters (anna dawson, claire herondale and bianca hemgrove, respectivel) and a bonus to perrie for being generally awesome and helping me out with this fic. You can thank her for the Romeo line!
Ava has a history of flouting protocol to assist her patients.
The machine whirred to life, shooting a steady stream of murky liquid into the small paper cup. Ava skimmed her medical chart while she waited. Her patient was a young adult who came in with severe chest pain and discoloured skin around her calves. The primary doctor wrote down that earlier scans ruled out heartburn as well as pericarditis. She reached for her coffee and took a cautious sip. The blemishes could point towards a blood clot—deep vein thrombosis, perhaps? It could quickly develop into a pulmonary embolism if left untreated.
The nurses' station was relatively quiet when she approached.
“Could you order a lung scan and a chest X-ray for my patient, please?”
Marlene took the chart with a professional nod. Her exhaustion matched her own.
Ava murmured a quiet thank you and tossed her cup in the bin. The results wouldn't be back for a couple hours. If her hunch was correct then she would most likely need to page the surgical department. For now, however, her rounds were finished and she could take a breather.
Her face twisted into a frown as she remembered her bag was still in the conference room. Her confrontation with Harper ensured she had been too uncomfortable to remain there. Ava decided to take the stairs one at a time. Saying she was dreading their next meeting was an understatement. They would need to have a serious conversation with Bloom. Ethan breaching protocol was on him alone. A conversation with Harper was in order as well; earlier she had been caught by surprise but she wouldn't let that kind of treatment stand. Barging in, wrongfully accusing her without any evidence whatsoever, yelling and refusing to believe her even when the culprit was standing right there—Ava wondered when the cool renowned surgeon became an unruly child.
The revelation that Harper still saw her as a reckless intern made her incredibly angry. Her one mistake happened over two years ago and she came forward to shoulder the blame. Ava had grown since then, both as a doctor and as a person. Her near-death experience also served to put things into perspective, to say the least. She would always have the best interest of her patients at heart but she would never again jeopardize her career so foolishly.
That thought brought her back to Ethan. Frankly she didn't recognise him any more. He came back from the Amazon a different man—one she wasn't sure she liked all that much. Their tentative relationship hadn't stood a chance. Him being her attending was difficult enough, then she was facing the possibility of being suspended, and just as she thought they could make it work after all, Naveen promoted her and Ethan was her superior once more. He maintained a painfully professional demeanour around her from there on out. Ava wasn't doing too great during that time.
And when her intern year came to an end, he disappeared. He wasn't answering her calls nor her texts and her trips to his apartment were fruitless. She found out he was out of the country through WHO's Instagram account. She stopped bothering afterwards.
Ava shook her head, red curls bouncing over her shoulders. Dwelling on the past wasn't helpful. Especially when the Ethan from her memories didn't correlate with the Ethan she was currently working with. Her most recent conversations with him left a sour taste in her mouth.
The conference room wasn't as empty as she expected.
“Heading out?” Tobias sent her a warm smile.
“I've some free time to kill.”
He nodded in understanding. “Holding up okay?”
Ava hesitated. It occurred to her that he was the only person she was truly comfortable with on the team. The only one who'd never underestimated her or made her feel lesser.Tobias was the person who either supported her suggestions or countered them with his own logical arguments and used both as teaching opportunities.
“I've been through worse,” she replied, shrugging non-committally.
He scowled. “What Harper did was uncalled for.”
Ava offered him a wry smile. “I have a history, don't you see?”
“Oh you mean the history of being civil to Bloom even though you want to punch his face in?” he asked innocently.
A laugh bubbled up in her chest and he soon followed with his own deep chuckle.
“There's this place downtown.” He sobered up but was still grinning. “One of my favourites, if you want to check it out.”
“What's in it for me?” Ava raised a playful eyebrow.
His eyes darkened, tongue briefly flickering out. “Good music, good books. We could get dinner after.”
Ava swallowed. “Sounds fantastic.”
Tobias' intense look softened. “It's a date,” he said cheekily.
She laughed again and swatted at his arm. “Lead the way, Romeo, before I change my mind.”
Bantering with him was easier than it should've been. Knowing how laid-back he could be when comfortable made her notice more about how he carried himself around the rest of the team. It gave her a small thrill to be able to witness that side of him.
Tobias drove her to a time-worn shop tucked away between a colourful diner and a boarded-up building. An old sign hung over the entrance reading The Starlight Den. The outer walls were covered in messy chalky drawings and splashes of peeling paint, broken crayons and plastic buckets sitting to one side. He laid a hand on her lower back, gently guiding her through the battered wooden door.
“I used to come here all the time as a kid,” he commented, glancing fondly around the shop.
Neutral colours predominated with the occasional vibrant hue flashing here and there. Bookshelves lined the left side, brimming with works from classics to comic books. Customers could settle down on various armchairs and sofas, reading under the light of several dimmed lamps. Ava slid her eyes from the makeshift coffee bar to the vintage posters on the opposite wall. A soft tune drifted from the gramophone in the corner. Neat stacks of vinyl records were arranged in polished boxes in the centre. A counter held several players for general use nearby.
“This is a dream come true,” Ava marvelled, running her fingertips across the book spines.
Tobias hummed, reaching to pluck a comic from the shelf. He presented it to her with a flourish. Spider-Man was holding a man clad in green on the cover.
“First introduction to Spidey. Also the first comic I ever read,” he disclosed, absently thumbing through the pages.
“I didn't know you read comics.”
Tobias cocked his head. “Haven't read them in a long while but they were a big part of my childhood.”
Ava cast a look about. “I can see why you'd like to come here.”
Two teenagers were hanging around a record player, giggling quietly to each other, while a sharply dressed man made small talk with the handsome man behind the register. The overall atmosphere was quite cosy. It felt a bit like home. When she returned her wandering gaze to Tobias, he offered her a knowing smile.
“I have an idea,” he announced with a quick clap of his hands. “We each pick a book and a record for the other. I have a player back at my apartment.”
Ava crossed her arms. “Is this a ploy to get me into your bed, Carrick?”
He raised his palms up in mock surrender. “Absolutely not. Just a ploy to get a pretty woman eating take-out on my couch.”
“From that diner next door?”
“Rosa makes the best burgers and milkshakes in Boston.” He gave a solemn nod, cracking up in the following beat.
Ava contemplated him. “It's a date.”
He lit up with a boyish smile.
She didn't know much about his likes and dislikes given that all their interactions revolved around their work. Browsing the bookcases, she opted to get him a copy of The Little Prince. She remembered her papa reading it to her when she was sick or when grief was heavier than most days. She picked up A Day at the Raceson her way to the counter.
“Don't peek,” Tobias warned after their purchases were done. “I'm going to get our food and then we can head back.”
“I want nuggets.” Ava blushed when her stomach growled.
He patted her head. “As you wish, m'lady.”
Ava watched him walk away, unable to remember the last time she was this happy. Tobias was so carefree. He didn't allow their work to burden him, always trying to finding the silver lining in each case, and refused to let it interfere with his life outside the hospital. It was a breath of fresh air, compared to her previous relationship with Ethan. Tobias was light where Ethan was dark.
The ride back to his flat was mostly quiet. He tapped on the wheel along with the song playing on the radio—she vaguely recognised it as being a new Ariana Grande single. She, on the other hand, was more occupied with staring out the window and trying to control her nerves. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, making her almost want to throw up. Tobias was undeniably attractive, charming and witty. And they were going to be alone at his place.
Ava choked on air.
He was quick to lay a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey, I got you.” At her lack of response, he slid his hand further and began to rub her back, eyes briefly leaving the road to look her over.
“I'm good,” she gasped.
His touch continued to burn her skin until the car was parked in his garage.
Tobias' flat was messier than she expected but not in the dirty sense of the word. It was a sort of organised chaos that breathed life into the walls. The coffee table peeked from beneath a mountain of medical journals, two blankets were thrown haphazardly on the couch with a pillow half-fallen on the carpet, like he had dozed off while reading. The telly was still on as well and she paused to watch Jessica Aniston and Matt LeBlanc acting on the screen.
He steered her towards the kitchen.
“I forgot to clean, sorry.” He seemed unusually sheepish.
“Mine's not much better, believe me,” she reassured him, squeezing his arm. She took the food bags from him and set them on the table. “Kitchen or living room?”
“Living room!” he called out from the pantry, coming out with a package of napkins and a container of assorted candy.
He had stored away the blankets and the pillow by the time she brought the food to the coffee table, journals stashed away in the corner bookcase. Ava noticed that he also changed into a looser tee, his biceps highlighted underneath the artificial lighting. He grabbed their purchases from the shop and turned to her with a bright smile.
“I realised we don't actually know each other that well,” he said, grabbing the book from the bag, “and I would like to remedy that.”
Ava accepted the gift, lips quirking up at the sight of the blue cover. “I've never read The Great Gatsby,” she informed.
His smile widened. “Let me know what you think when you're done, yeah?”
“I got you this one.” God she was nervous. “I, uh—I didn't know what you liked so I figured I'd give you one of my favourites. After my mum died... my dad used to read it to me as a kid.”
Tobias met her gaze and she was surprised to see him so serious. “I—Thank you, Ava. It means a lot that you would share that with me.”
She needed to look away. Was he getting closer?
Her stomach growled again.
“Eat,” he murmured, slowly leaning back. “I'll put the records on.”
He returned to the couch as the beginnings of Dancing Queenfilled the room. Ava beamed.
“How did you know?”
He popped a fry in his mouth. “I may have cheated on this one. Claire told me you were a fan.”
The mention of her friend warmed her heart. “I didn't know you and C were buddies.”
Tobias rubbed the back of his neck. “We're not, not really. I, um, went to ask her how you were after what happened. Anna and Hemgrove were gone already, so...”
His concern sent the butterflies into a frenzy. Ava focused on her burger so he wouldn't see the deep red staining her cheeks.
It was only two episodes into Friends that she noticed the missing fries in her plate. An indignant yelp was muffled by the food in her mouth. Tobias blindly reached for another one but she slapped his hand away, earning her a surprised squawk from the man. Ava made a move for his plate and was stopped when he put his arm between them, lifting the other up so she wouldn't touch his food.
“Oi! That's not fair!” she protested, not realising she was half-sitting on his lap as she tried to get her fries back.
“All's fair when you're hungry, sweetheart,” he retorted, laughing at her worthless attempts.
The loud sound of porcelain breaking was unmistakable. In an effort to get closer, she had pressed against his chest, their bodies practically glued together, and the twist of his wrist weakened his grip on the plate. Ava sunk into him in defeat and promptly peeped as her groin made contact with his.
“Shit, sorry Av—nghh...” He cut off with a strangled moan.
Ava hurried to relieve the pressure of her thigh on his crotch, feeling mortified.
“I'm sorry—” “Wait—” they spoke at the same time, both floundering.
“Just—wait.” Tobias held onto her hips, heaving out a frustrated sigh.
She would never admit to anyone that no, she very much did not want to move.
Except maybe to the girls, who would most definitely grill her tomorrow.
They remained in that exact position for a couple silent moments. Neither sure what to say nor how to act upon the revelation that they were entirely too comfortable physically for two people who were supposed to be just work acquaintances.
Up close, his eyes looked more green than brown. Ava told herself that she had bigger things to worry about.
But it was a pretty colour.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” he quietly confessed. “I have to know, though. Is—is there anything between you and Ethan?”
She let out a shaky breath, touching her forehead to his. “Not since last year.”
He gave a short nod, raising a hand to cup her face. “Could there be anything between us?”
“Why don't you kiss me and find out?” she whispered against his lips.
She felt his smile before he did.
#tobias carrick#open heart#choices: stories you play#choices open heart#open heart tobias#choices#fanfiction#f: burgers and fries
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PERRIE I AM SCREAMING MY QUEEN
POP THE HELL OFF MY LIEGE
god i love you, i love this, i love tobias, all three are a mind blowing combo. you're really out here trying to kill me with wholesomeness huh? C and T are such a power couple they could both step on me and I'd thank them and possibly send them flowers
your writing is off this world, no wonder when i need inspo i go read your fics, you are my jkr but a much nicer person and if i knew how to i'd build you a crystal altar. oooh or a throne, you need a throne for the goddess you are. i absolutely loved this bby, you are awesome!!
Snow (Tobias Carrick x MC)
Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Claire Herondale
Word count: 1,3 k
Summary: Tobias tests the waters while having a drink with Claire.
Warnings: None, it’s fluffy and cute.
A/N: 1. In this timeline, Claire and Ethan split some time after he came back from Amazon. 2. I am a hoe for Jesse Williams and Tobias looks exactly like him. You can’t blame a hoe for doing what hoes do.
She placed her glass back down on the counter, letting out a soft sigh. After a day like that, she should want to go back home and relax. But she didn’t want to go home. She felt like she would suffocate if she did.
No longer did she feel like she had a safe place to land. At work, she’d have Harper to remind her that people still saw her as an intern that broke the rules. At home, she’d have Elijah to remind her that even though they were friends, he didn’t trust her enough to ask before making judgement.
Continuar a ler
#fanfiction#choices: stories you play#choices open heart#perriewinklenerdie#loving this for me#ma'am i'd let you stab me
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