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Ethan Ramsey is in the dog house. It's apparently clear, and his buddy, Tobias, comes in with an assist. But will his advice help or hurt Ethan's chances of getting back in Kaycee's good graces?
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Kaycee MacClennan (F!MC)
Characters: Tobias Carrick
Rating: Teen
Words: 1,778
A/N: Thank you, Nonny, for this ask from the @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt “A picnic?! Have you swallowed a romance novel?”" It went a little longer than a drabble, I hope you don't mind! (Didn't have much time to edit... so hope it's all good!)
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The tension in the Diagnostic Team Office was almost palpable. So palpable that Harper retreated to her office nearly an hour before. But Tobias was braver than that – or just stupid; the jury was still out.
He remained behind, his eyes darting up from his laptop every time Ethan mumbled under his breath or Kaycee let out an exaggerated sigh. Both of them assumed Tobias was doing research on their recently admitted patient, blissfully unaware of the missive he was typing, all about professionalism in the workplace and why it’s ill-advised to date your colleagues. He’d shoot that to them in an e-mail once he was sure they were in better moods. But the truth was, Tobias Carrick was nosy and was not about to leave before he got the tea. And there had to be tea!
Tobias was in on the secret, but to most, Ethan and Kaycee were the worst-kept secret in Edenbrook. On a typical day, they were all heart eyes and butterflies, but today, they barely acknowledged each other during their morning meeting, and that hadn’t changed since its end. Even Kaycee incessantly tapping her pen against the conference table hadn’t earned any commentary from the stone-faced Dr. Ramsey. Not a single sarcastic comment, endearing remark, or complaint fell from his lips.
Kaycee was the one to finally break the standoff. Standing up with a huff, she pointedly looked at Tobias and announced she was going to make her rounds. With a side-eyed glance at Ethan, she slunk out the door without another word. Tobias waited patiently for his friend to open up... but that never occurred. If the man retained water as much as he did his emotions, he’d be their next patient, not to mention a sideshow act: Edenbrook’s human blowfish! Tobias laughed at the image in his mind, finally requiring his friend to acknowledge his presence.
“Care to share what’s so amusing?” He said after clearing his throat. “Did you finally figure out the knock-knock joke Dr. Lewis told at the conference two weeks ago, or are you imagining what your latest conquest’s reaction will be when she figures out how old you really are?”
Tobias pushed back from the table with a raised brow, “Really? Do you want to go there, Ramsey? Because according to my calculations, Kaycee is about three years younger than my latest... has she figured it out yet?”
Mouth agape, Ethan was eager to change the course of the conversation. “So... what were you laughing at.”
“I was imagining you as a human blowfish.”
“You know what... remind me to never ask you what’s on your mind again. It’s too dark and scary in there.”
“As if you could resist!” Tobias laughed. “But I want to know what’s on your mind. What’s with you and my buddy MacKlennan? You could cut the tension in here with a knife this morning.”
“Nothing is going on,” Ethan said, offering no genuine attempt at being convincing.
“You’re a shitty liar, Ramsey. What did you do?”
Ethan finally looked up from his notebook. “Why do you automatically assume I’m the one to blame?”
“Because you usually are,” Tobias smirked. “Now, what’s going on?”
Ethan took off his glasses, placing them on the table with a sigh as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Kaycee is mad at me because I forgot our six-month anniversary.”
“Man,” Tobias chuckled, “You suck.”
“That’s not the worst part. See, I didn’t forget. But it happened to coincide with me coming off my second double in three days. I was so tired. I truly thought it was still a day away.”
“But that’s understandable, and Kaycee is reasonable. Why would she be so upset with you over that?”
“Probably because I followed up with ‘who celebrates six-month anniversaries anyway? High school students and people who are certain they’ll never hit the year mark.”
“Really?” Tobias glared. “All these years, and still none of my charm and charisma has rubbed off on you? What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t!” Ethan protested. “I was exhausted and cranky.”
“YOU?” Tobias teased.
“I’ve apologized a half-dozen times, but she still barely speaks to me.”
“Well, in fairness, she’s worked a lot this week, too. I doubt either of you are your best selves right now.”
“Thank you, Mother Oprah. Now, do you have any wisdom to help me repair this situation?”
“As a matter of fact, I do, wiseass... but keep talking like that, and you can add me to the list of people barely speaking to you.”
“All right,” Ethan surrendered. “I’ll be nice...how do I fix this?”
“A sincere apology, not the half-assed shit I’m sure you’ve mustered so far... and then you’re going to have to go all out to celebrate your anniversary.”
“I’ve already made reservations at Mistral. I just don’t think she’ll want to join me at this point.”
Tobias waved a dismissive hand. “Anyone can make reservations at Mistral. You need to do something better than that,” he snapped his fingers as an idea came to mind. “A picnic! Show up at her place with a picnic basket filled with her favorite treats, then take her to a pretty, secluded spot... for a small fee, I can share some of my favorite places... you may even have to pick wildflowers for her, buddy.”
“A picnic?” Ethan sneered. “Have you swallowed a romance novel?”
“Fine!” Tobias said, shutting his laptop and rising to his feet. “If you don’t want my advice, figure it out on your own.”
“Wait, wait...” Ethan softened. “I’m sorry, did I mention the sleep deprivation?”
“You did... but face it, we all know you’re still an ass when fully rested.”
“A picnic?” Ethan asked, ignoring him. “Do you really think she’d like that?”
“Chicks, dig that shit,” Tobias insisted, pulling a pen from his lab coat to jot some notes. “Here... these are some very romantic spots within driving distance, and the name of a little gourmet deli in Cambridge that will make a great lunch and pair it with the perfect wine... I can write some of my go-to lines when I need to get out of the dog house if you like?”
“No... no... I’m good. If I’m honest, I don’t think you’ve had a relationship that lasted more than three months in the past decade, so I may need a different approach.”
“Yeah, but that’s not because they didn’t want them to last longer... I think you’re missing out.”
The sound of footsteps approaching caused the men’s heads to turn toward the door, where they saw Kaycee coming down the hall.
“Shh!” Tobias ordered. “She’s back! Here’s your chance.... turn on the charm, bro. I know you’ve got it in you.”
Oblivious to Tobias, Kaycee walked up to Ethan with a look of contrition. “Ethan, we have to talk.”
“No,” he said, reaching for her hand. “I have to talk. I am so sorry for being a jerk. It’s not an excuse, but I’ve been tired and more of a curmudgeon than usual. But of course our six-month anniversary is something to be celebrated. I hope you know how much each day I’m with you means to me, and I hope you’ll let me make it up to you.”
Kaycee let out a breath, and her lips twisted into a tender smile. “I mean, I kind of like the fact that you’re a curmudgeon... just not when it’s aimed directly at me.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, brushing a tendril away from her face. “If you’ll forgive me, I will make it up to you.”
“Oh, will you?” she simpered. “What do you have in mind?”
“Well,” Ethan glanced at silent Tobias, who gave him the thumbs up. “I know this quiet little spot on Spectacle Island. I thought we could go there for a picnic. I’ll get your favorite wine, some baguettes, a nice brie... chocolates for after. Maybe we can pick some flowers before, you know...”
“Really?” she asked, “That’s what you want to do? A picnic?”
“Why? Don’t you like the idea?”
“I do,” Kaycee insisted. “It’s just... it doesn’t sound like you. Did you swallow a romance novel or something?”
Ethan's eyes shoot to Tobias, who bursted into laughter.
“Tobias?” Kaycee said, finally noticing he was in the room.
“I’m sorry! I’m leaving,” he grinned. “But you two need to work whatever you’ve got going on, and do it now... because, I swear, you two... you’re perfect for each other.
Ethan smiled proudly and wrapped an arm around Kaycee’s shoulder as Tobias slunk out of the room. “He’s right, you know... we are.”
“He is,” she blushed. “But be honest... the picnic... that was his idea, not yours. Right?”
“What? Don’t you think I’m capable of planning a romantic date for you?”
“Of course you are! And you have, but did you come up with this idea?”
Ethan leaned back against his desk with a sigh, pulling Kaycee against him. “How did you know?”
“Hon, do you have any idea how many people he’s brought to Spectacle Island? The stories in the hospital are legendary.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously! Nurses...doctors... the new PT assistant in pediatrics.... the communications director....”
“All right,” Ethan laughed. “I get it... so that means we won’t be making a spectacle of ourselves on Spectacle Island?”
“Well, it’s not that I’m opposed – but we can do it our way, not Tobias’s.”
“Then what do you say we go with the evening I had planned for us?”
“Oh?” She asked curiosity piqued. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking we could get all dressed up,” he said, placing a kiss behind her ear.
“Mmm... go on.”
“Dinner at Mistral?” he offered, brushing her hair away from her neck as his lips traced her newly exposed skin. “Maybe a little dancing after... so I can show you off?”
“Mmmhh,” she sighed. “And then?”
“Then we go back to my place... and we get to take off all those fancy clothes...”
Kaycee pulled back with a playful smile. “To do what, exactly, Dr. Ramsey?”
“Things that will make you forget you were ever mad at me?” he winked.
“Now... how can I resist that. When will you be picking me up?”
“Saturday? Six o’clock?”
“It’s a date,” she beamed. “And Ethan?”
“Yes?”
“You’re pretty good at this romance thing all on your own.”
“Shhh,” he whispered in her ear. “Don’t let that get out. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“I get it,” she said, stepping away and straightening her clothes. She was at the door when she turned with a smile. “We can’t have anyone thinking you swallowed a romance novel.”
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Not the Right Person
Series/Pairing/Characters: Open Heart - Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Charley Valentine); Sienna Trinh; Aurora Emery
Rating / Warnings: General
Summary: Various “Celebrations” for Valentine’s Day when you aren’t celebrating with the right person.
Comments/Notes: Written for CFWC Valentine’s Day event @choicesficwriterscreations, and Galentine’s Day, February 13, @choices-february2023.
Disclaimer: Most characters belong to PB, Charley is sort of mine
Word count: 737
Residency, Year Two:
Charley was logged onto the computer at the nurses’ station nearest the diagnostics office. She was entering notes for her cases, while alternately looking down the hall. She was surprised when the lights were turned off and Ethan stepped out into the hall, pulling the door shut behind him. He had his briefcase in one hand, and was holding his phone to his ear with the other.
As he got closer, she overheard the very end of his conversation right before he hung up. “I know I said I’d go, but I didn’t realize it was Valentine’s day when I agreed to go out with her!” He dropped his phone in his pocket and froze as he saw Charley. She quickly averted her eyes from him and back to the computer.
“Dr. Valentine, did you get the test results back on Mr. Barnett?”
She nodded. “I took care of it. Baz was right, so he’s taking care of him right now.”
Ethan nodded, and shoved his hand through his hair. “So I don’t need to stay? I’m happy to cancel my plans.”
Charley shook her head. “Baz and June have it under control. I’ll be leaving myself soon.”
“Do you have plans?” Ethan asked, not sure whether he was hoping she would or wouldn’t. He knew wanting her to not have plans was unfair as he insisted on a reset.
“Yes, I do.” She logged off the computer and gave him a tight smile. “I need to run. See you tomorrow, Dr. Ramsey.”
After turning away from Ethan, Charley hurried to the stairs, bypassing the elevator. She hurried down to the staff locker room to shower and change. Soon she met Aurora and Sienna in the atrium. Jackie was notably missing. “I hope I’m not too late.”
Aurora smiled and shook her head. “Right on time. We have plenty of time for our reservations.” She held up her car keys. “Let’s go!”
The host greeted them when they arrived and soon they were seated near the terrace. Sienna laughed. “I figured since we were a group of three on Valentine’s day, we’d be shoved into a corner!”
Aurora grinned. “It helps since I’ve known the owner and chef since first grade.”
A smiling waiter appeared, with three glasses of water. “Good evening, ladies. Do you have any questions about the menu?”
Aurora shook her head. “I think we’re ready for the started. Madeline recommended a seafood tower and sauvignon blanc to start. Is that okay?”
Charley and Sienna looked at each other and nodded. “If the chef is recommending it, I’ll try it.”
The ladies had finished their starter and ordered their main courses, salmon for Charley, Chilean sea bass for Aurora, and roasted lamb for Sienna. They had laughed, reminiscing about prior Valentine’s days. Aurora took a sip of her wine. “Oh, I don’t think someone is having a good date tonight.” She gestured toward a table by the fireplace. “I think that’s a friend of Aunt Harper’s. Tina something? Tina Richards.”
Sienna and Charley looked over. Tina was frowning at her date. Sienna agreed. “She doesn’t look happy.”
Aurora frowned, trying to remember. “Harper said she just moved to Boston. She’s looking for a fresh start after a divorce. Harper has been setting her up on blind dates.”
Charley gave a cursory glance at the table and then focused on the man. She would recognize the jaw anywhere. “Ethan.” She didn’t even realize she’d spoken aloud.
“It is!” Aurora said.
Sienna looked at Charley. “Are you okay?” she mouthed to Charley, who nodded.
This next morning Ethan was surprised when he got to the diagnostic office. Charley was already there with a cup of coffee form Derry’s. “Good morning, Dr. Valentine.”
She looked up from the latest issue of the NEMJ. “Hello, Ethan.” She nodded to a second Derry cup on his desk. “I brought you coffee.”
He picked up the cup and took a drink. “How was your… how was your… evening last night?”
Charley stared at the words in the magazine. “It was a lot of fun.” She turned to look at him. “How about you?”
Ethan opened his laptop and turned to face it. “Mine was not what I was expecting.”
Charley turned back to her magazine and Ethan pulled up a file on his computer, both thinking about how their evening could have gone better if they were with different people.
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Sweatin'
Choices Book: Open Heart
Character Pairing: Tessa Martinez (MC) x Ethan Ramsey
Rating/Warning: SMUT⚠️⚠️ 18 + Content⚠️⚠️
Word Count: 2320
Base in Play: Home Run (HR)
Song Inspiration: The Wolf by The Spencer Lee Band
Summary: After another restless night, Tessa heads down to the gym to work out what ever has her tossing and turning, Ethan's turns up to help her with a different method.
A/N: This story started out as a drabble one night a couple weeks ago, so with a drink (that turned into more than one) in my hand and the 50 shades soundtracks for my song choosing, this story came about.
A/N 2: This is between two consenting adults, who hit it out of the Ballpark and touch all the bases. This is for day 4 of Spring Fever Pitch, domestic!
please excuse any errors, misspellings and such...
Characters Belong to Pixelberry
⚠️⚠️continuing to read past this point you agree that you are 18+⚠️⚠️
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I could smell the Redwoods, feel the crunch of the dirt road path beneath my feet. A path, I could run with my eyes closed because it was home, having ran it many times before I left for medical school and one I would run when I had the chance of going back home. It brought a sense of calm and that is what I needed at the moment.
Sweat trickles down my back as my feet softly pound the rubber band of the treadmill, the Redwoods running through the screen that sits in front of the machine. The sight of the rainfall hitting the floor to ceiling windows, adrenaline running through my veins, the burning of muscles reminding me of how long I have actually been down here.
It had been another restless night, tossing and turning, my mind not turning off to let me rest. Since sleep had eluded me for the second straight night, I came down to the gym in our apartment building to work off what had to be some sort of stress and try to clear my mind, hoping sleep would come.
My workout playlist fading away when I remove my headphones letting them hang around my neck as I turn down the speed to begin my cool down.
Wiping the sweat off my face with the towel I had hung over the hand rest, I check the time on my watch, a few minutes past two in the morning. Ethan should be arriving soon, giving me plenty of time to shower and greet him, fall into bed together and pray sleep comes.
“Can’t sleep again?”
The husky voice that sends shivers coursing through my body whenever I hear it calls out from behind me. Hopping up to the sides of the treadmill, to not hurt myself as I wait for it to stop after pressing the off the button.
Looking over my shoulder, Ethan leans against the frame with the glass door to the gym open, his clear blue eyes no longer hiding behind the dark rimmed glasses he wears, taking what surely is my wild appearance, my brown hair that has fallen loose from the ponytail sticking around my face and neck.
Ethan’s tie slightly undone as he stalks his way towards me. “Yeah, I thought a run would help clear my mind to whatever is keeping me up, time got away from me.” My words coming out with a heavy breath.
Ethan reaches up to brush back some of the fallen hair, then brushes his knuckles against my flushed cheek, causing goosebumps to prickle along my glistening skin.
“Redwoods?” Ethan asks with arched eyebrow with a glance at the screen. “Maybe you should take a couple days off.”
“I’m fine. Just thought I might try something different tonight.” I say, tugging at his tie, bringing him closer.
Standing an inch or so taller than Ethan, leaning down, I press a soft kiss on his lips. Letting out a chuckle when our eyes lock on each other. This feeling of having some sort of dominance at the tiniest height difference felt nice, usually I was the one usually looking up.
“Something funny?”
Biting my bottom lip to hold my tongue, trying to not let it slip that I’m enjoying this looking down at him, even if it would be for this moment. But the corners of my mouth betray me, giving a small smirk.
“Ethan!” Letting out a yelp at the sound of Ethan’s firm hand landing smack on my ass, the thin material of my workout shorts, the thin material making it feel like it was skin to skin and a few inches down it would have been. “What was that for?”
Before the shock of his playful smack, his hand massages the sting away. Ethan takes a step up on to the treadmill causing me to step back, the rail hitting my back. “You’re a liar Tess. And don’t act like you don’t like it when I smack it.”
Grabbing the soft textured pattern from his tie, pulling him into me, saltiness on this tip of my tongue as I lick my lips. I do like when he does things like that and the teasing is fun. “Hmm.. you sure about that Dr. Ramsey?”
Ethan’s eyes darken, roaming up and down from the space between us. The swells of my breasts pressing against the top of my black sports bra as I breath in and out. Another kind of heat begins to course through me when Ethan gets that hungry look in his eyes.
“Oh sweetheart, you are a terrible liar.” Ethan runs his finger across my collarbone and traces those mounds that call to him. “I know what you like, you liked looking down at me, thinking I’d fall to my knees for you.” His touch continuing its journey over my body, over the flatness of my stomach and back around to the roundness of my ass.
Taking a handful and giving it a firm squeeze as he pushes me into his solid body. “And I would have, gladly, but when I got home, you weren’t in bed.” Ethan continues. “You were on my mind all evening, ready to come home to you. Wondering if I could wake you up, return the favor. To feed this hunger I found myself in.”
My mouth suddenly running dry as the memories of the wake up calls I’ve given him. My hands pressing firmly against his defined abs while my hips move against him, Ethan’s eyes still closed, letting the feeling of him stretching and filling bring out the moans at his slightly parted lips, my moans joining his as they fill our bedroom.
His name being the only thing that my mind could muster up to say. “Ethan.”
Feeling a chuckle rumble through him, he knows what I am thinking of. “You like it when I take over, right when you’re about to come, rolling you onto your back, you letting me take over as I thrust into you making come all over my co—.”
“Ethan!”
His eyes lock into mine with a curious lift of an eyebrow. “You want me to stop?”
God no! And in the back of my mind this was not the place and I was covered in sweat and pretty sure I wasn’t smelling too good either. But with that look in Ethan’s eye, he was a wolf and I the lamb.
Ready for his taking.
Had I been in our bed when he got home, I knew I would be teased with until I was begging him to give me anything and everything.
“I just finished a run, I’m covered in sweat and I’m pretty sure I smell.” I tell him what just ran through my mind.
Ethan wraps his hand around my ponytail, pulling my head back exposing my neck to him. The faint press of his lips pressing against my skin, my pulse quickens The feeling of Ethan’s tongue licking his lips faint against my heated skin, a moan escaping past my lips.
A long drag of his nose against my hyper aware skin as he inhales. “Jasmine, citrus and —.” Ethan pauses.
“An…and what Ethan?”
“Tessa undress for me and I’ll tell you.”
“Are you crazy? We are in the gym of the building we live in, what if someone walks in?” I make a point with a step back, the spell of arousal breaking as I try moving slightly away from his tight hold on me.
Ethan grunts at the space I’ve created or the thought of waiting to continue this until we were behind the safety of our home. He had to know that was a possibility of someone walking in, yes even at two in the morning, highly unlikely but still a possibility. The look, the hunger I saw in his eyes told me the exact opposite.
He wanted me here and at the moment damn the person who stopped the wolf from coming out tonight.
“Tessa.” He grits.
“If I don’t?”
Amusement spreads across his face at my defiant question. The both of us knowing what he is capable of, the capability of the man in front of me that makes my knees weaken. The handrail pressing into my back, my stare not backing down from the man who is going to have me howling out his name.
The need settling in between my thighs at having a taste of what he is like when he gets like this gets stronger as Ethan takes his time to answer.
Ethan pulls at the zipper on my the front of sports bra. “Well…”
My hand covers his, stopping him from undressing me. “Take me home and tell me.”
Ethan shakes his head, “I can’t seem to control myself, not when I know you’re like this. Skin glistening, wet for me and don’t try to tell me that you aren’t.” His lips crash onto mine, devouring me until I let him in, groaning when he pulls away. “I am going to lick, kiss and do everything that turns you on and what makes you call my name out.”
Breathlessly I answer his non-question. “Yes.”
“Good.” Ethan says pushing my hand away with his, letting him continue. “So you like your clothes, right Tess?”
I nod.
“So let me take it off properly or I can always rip it off. The choice is yours love.”
The zipper of my sports bra going down, revealing me before him. Ethan frees me from the bra, letting it fall onto the treadmill. His hand cupping my breast, one then the other giving a pinch between his fingers as if my body wasn’t already at attention to him.
Ethan smiles at the reaction to my body, lifting me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks us over to a bench, laying me down on my back, the material of the bench cooling my hot bare skin.
Unwrapping me from around his waist, he continues to undress me. My shoes come next after my sports bra was left back on the treadmill, then Ethan hooks his fingers on the waistband on my workout shorts, my hips lifting for him to pull them down.
Standing up straight Ethan looks down at me—almost naked for him. What a scene we must have, me bare except for the panties I wear and Ethan fully dressed looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Just the thought of someone walking in on us like this makes me press my legs tighter together, seeking some sort of pressure to give relief to the ache.
Watching as Ethan pulls off his tie and slowly begins to unbutton his shirt. I reach up to help, only for him to shake his head no. I let out another frustrated groan. Once his shirt falls to the floor, Ethan gets on his knees, pushing my legs apart—.
“Ethan, I don’t think that’s…” I whimper.
Ethan’s hand roams over my inner thigh, followed by licks and nips of his mouth until he reaches my most sensitive spot, sliding my panties to the side. “You wanted to know what else you taste like, smelled like to me… didn’t you Tess?” The pressure of his mouth on me, making my back lift from the bench and my hands reach down and grip onto his dark brown hair.
His tongue lapping before giving me a gentle suck, over and over, my legs over his shoulders pressing against into him. Ethan’s hands remove my legs from his shoulder, spreading me wider as he makes his way up. Licking and nibbling again, over my stomach and onto one breast and then the other.
Cupping the sides of his head in my hands and bringing him up to kiss his lips, his hand between us as he begins to undo his pants, lowering them between kisses.
“Ethan.” I whimper, needing more of him.
Lining himself up, ready to stretch me over him. Slowly filling, the wolf still teasing the prey until he still. His blue eyes on me the entire time, filled with much more than lust. The bite of metal from his belt hitting the back of my thigh as he begins to move, thrusting back and forth
His hands holding tight onto my hips, with each thrust getting me closer to coming undone. Letting me go, Ethan presses his body into mine, raising my arms over my head, holding them there as he leans and presses his lips against my ear. Ethan’s hushed words driving me over the edge as I fall, calling out his name.
My body coming down from its high as Ethan goes still reaching his own release.
Our breathing steading, in and out, slowly letting the sound of rainfall be heard again as it continues to hit the window. My eyes begin to close as everything I had been feeling melts away and sleep that had eluded me begins to settle through me, Ethan’s hunger leaving me completely spent.
My eyes lazily open at the sound of Ethan’s soft laugh and loss of body weight from my body, catching him pull his pants back up before gently pulling me to my feet, I stand in front of him. He cups the side of my face before softly asking. “You ok?”
Words fall me, so I nod. More than ok.
“Come, let’s get you home.”
Ethan reaches down in front of me picking up his white button up, covering me. Leaving me standing there wearing now only his shirt while he picks up my clothes and bundles it up.
Taking my clothes from Ethan before he lifts me into his arms, bridal style, I let my head fall letting it rest against his chest.
“Maybe I should let you pounce on me more often when I can’t sleep.” I say before sleep consumes me.
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Hey there! Time for an ask! :)
Is there something your MC is obsessed with that drives their LI crazy? What about in reverse, is your LI obsessed with something that may make your MC just lose it?
Thank you! :)
Jerz! Oh my God, this has been a long time coming. I'm so sorry it took me ages to respond, so here's a fic to hopefully make up for all of this!
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
Ethan and Alma Hudson have a heart-to-heart conversation. Meanwhile, back at home, Jane teaches all the right things to a young Ethan Hudson, but at the wrong time.
Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Jane Fletcher, Alma Hudson, Ethan "Eddie" Hudson from Open Heart.
WC: 2.5k | General Audiences
(A/N at the end!)
"I don't know. Is it really that bad that I am -- a bit of a messy botanist?" Ethan asked.
Alma Hudson shrugged. They'd just gone out on a little lunch catch-up after a long time and Ethan had rather wanted it to be private. Just the two of them ruminating about Dolores, how Ethan Hudson - now aptly nicknamed Eddie to avoid the mix-up was coping with elementary school - it had definitely been a good six years and it was almost as if everything around Ethan had changed. New houses in the boulevard, new families, new friends and yet, he still worked at the same hospital.
"I don't know. It has been a while since we lived together." Ethan said. "Jane accepted when I asked her if she was comfortable moving into my apartment for a brief period of time but I believe it is -- a terrible idea. I seem to be doing something wrong with my archiving. There's boxes everywhere, not enough time to order them all and files on coffee tables."
"Ethan, if Jane's only pet peeve of you is your messiness, that's just called being human. Nobody's one hundred percent clean." Alma shook her head.
"It isn't a pet peeve, so to speak. She is understanding. I believe it just annoys her. She doesn't say much and sort of silently scrapes it up when I'm not looking but -- it is a problem, isn't it? An unaddressed problem only progresses into something more."
Ethan took a sharp turn and slowed down near the school zone.
"That's Eddie's school."
"Newberry Elementary." Ethan read the name.
"They're really good. Good at disciplining him. They also have a STEM program for gifted kids. Though I think Eddie is just -- into making trouble and causing chaos. Get a quick kick of adrenaline. He's still a kid."
"Well, I remember when I was one. Then I met Jane."
"Oh?"
"If she's got a problem with my messiness, I have a problem with her -- erm -- bad ideas, I'd say. The other day, we had purchased a rather long table for the dining room and it made the salt dispenser far out of reach and instead of perhaps, using your hands to lift the shakers and use them, she got a model train to do it. It left dent marks on the table, didn't do well with me but -- there's the compromise right? I believe she didn't get enough of an adrenaline kick as a kid and is now cramming her summer bucket list of inventions into one whole -- life."
"That has to be fun, right?" Alma asked.
"It is, like when the time she developed a catapult that didn't make me want to go all the way to get my car keys. However there are drawbacks. Like the time she developed a catapult and in place of the keys, there was a large -- sort of belt hanging from the hook and well, the catapult being powered by electricity, ended up spinning about and causing a mess. It was an even bigger mess because Jane left it all night, powered on and didn't bother introducing an insulating column and it -- it's best if we don't talk about it further."
"She's definitely a lot --"
"Yes, that she is."
"-- I was going to say different but you've dated many different people before." Alma said. "Sorry, it isn't my business to pry--"
"No, no. Alma you're family. I trust you with everything." Ethan offered her a kind smile. "I guess it's always a first to sort of share a roof with someone who just really enjoys creating new things. It's also a pain. It's easier to clean up paperwork and Jane laments about it all the time, when I see her make smoke bombs for fun or incredibly complicated machines that transcend the whole entire living room - it is a complete menace to live with that."
"Of course, of course. Have you tried talking about it?"
"I don't know. I really don't -- mind it as long as it isn't noisy or messy. Even if it is messy, she pulls the "you're as messy as I am" card and -- at this point I don't know who's supposed to set a better example for the other." Ethan shrugged.
"I'll tell you one. Eddie loves you both. He loves talking about you and listening to stories and -- maybe it's a good thing Jane is babysitting him. Maybe they'll connect. It's always hard for a kid like Eddie to socialise. He looks up to you, that's an ineffable fact but generally, he's just -- restraint towards extended family. But you, he looks up to you. He doesn't know what he wants to be yet. In the whole dinosaur, astronaut phase, but -- you've inspired him. And if there's ever a Show and Tell, you best believe he's going to run up to your door and ask you for your sthethoscope."
"I love him too." Ethan said. "Dolores was -- family. She was like the sister I never had and she sort of -- filled this gaping hole in my soul and I never say that about anyone, at all. Eddie is a great kid. He'll do a lot of amazing things someday."
"I hope so. He's been in a rough patch lately. Bad grades. Been bullied too."
"Oh no."
"Yeah. Newberry isn't -- completely bully-free as they make it out to be. He's trying really hard. I just want him to have a good childhood and -- if things ever go south for me, you're his godfather."
"Alma, I appreciate the gesture but nothing will happen to you."
"Ack, you doctors are always so optimistic. Look at me, Ethan. I'm forty eight and I'm raising a five year old. By the time he reaches high school, I'd be sixty one. And college. Who's going to put him through that? I'd be retired by then and I wouldn't be able to be there for him, because -- I pull my back out quite often than before and it's just a downward spiral from now. I just need you to vouch for me, yeah?"
Ethan paused.
"You're forty one, Ethan. Jane, I presume is -- thirty eight, I'd expect? Promise me you'll help Eddie get through if I'm ever not there." Alma said, her right hand on Ethan's left hand. She gave it a small squeeze, expecting some assurance.
"I promise. I won't let him -- be thrown to the wolves. He'll have me whenever he wants me to be there for him."
Alma smiled at him. It was as if a weight had escaped her shoulder and she could count on Ethan and Jane, even though they were a rather strange family to have for Eddie. A doctor who dabbled in research and possibly Dr Frankenstein herself wasn't an ideal environment for a growing college boy, should Alma miss his formative years due to any ailment she might face. But it was just crazy enough to work. She was happy for Ethan, having found a relationship perhaps in the most unexpected of places. She was happy for Jane, who was the cool Aunt figure that Eddie would need in his life and she was just so utterly grateful.
This was about the time when they heard screeching noises, which weren't from the tyres. Alma exchanged a look with Ethan and the latter stepped on the pedal, crossing the road and into the street where Alma and Eddie lived. There was a large backyard overlooking a mass patch of unincorporated land and the worst had already dawned on Alma. Of course, Boston didn't have criminal classes, but what if they'd taken Eddie hostage? What if they'd set fire? The worry only grew larger and larger and by the time Ethan helped Alma out of the car, as the two rushed to their large backyard, they found Jane and Eddie in protective gear.
"What -- is going on?" Ethan panted.
"Aunt Alma! Aunt Alma! Aunt Jane taught me some really cool tricks! We set things on fire! She told me it was -- erm -- pyro-- pyrotech something! And it was so cool! And we also made powder rockets! Did you know that we can make one out of sugar, ben-- bento-- clay and this thing called potassium -- ni-- something? It shot up right into the air and it exploded! It exploded and it was the coolest thing ever!"
"You set fire to the backyard?" Alma shot daggers at Jane.
"No! It was safe, I promise. It's pyrotechnics stuff. You know, safe movie explosions? Eddie told me he was having a hard time at school because of this bully, Matt or something and I taught him some cool homemade explosions, just in case he ever finds himself with a PVC pipe, some bentonite clay - it's bentonite, by the way. Sort of flaky stuff. And potassium nitrate. You can find it in a chem lab, your school would have tons of them and a bit of powdered sugar. Of course, I wouldn't let Eddie play with matchsticks, so we sort of made a large matchstick holder for him to set the rocket on fire and --"
"BOOM!" Eddie said, throwing his head back and laughing.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
"He's fine. Unarmed." Jane said. "And technically we aren't breaking any laws. We can't transport this stuff around and that's it. Making it and igniting it on sight is perfectly safe if you know what you're doing."
"You don't know what you're doing!" Alma hissed, as she fussed over Eddie.
"Aunt Alma, but Aunt Jane has a degree in chemistry! She said it's perfectly safe!"
"Well, you are not making explosives at school to fend off bullies!"
"But that would be totally rad though. Dude-" Jane interrupted. "Next time, sneak a firecracker into his backpack, yknow, small ones and --"
"No, no! You are not teaching him anything!"
"Or you could make one of those small hobbyist explosions. Just get a soda bottle. Fill it with aluminium and detergent, give it a good shake or two and if you're feeling really daring, I'll teach you how to insert a fuse in and light it up for a lot more oomph. There's of course, your classic vinegar and baking soda but that's boring. Try getting Coke and Mentos and sort of sneak it in his locker and -- oh wait, hold on, I'll teach ya how to make a flamethrower. It's easy. You'd probably need an empty fire extinguisher and fill it up with some gasoline, pressurise it, y'know make it all compressed and nice and cosy and then -- soak em with some gas, put in the nozzle and whatnot and light em on fire and boom, flamethrowers AND--"
"That is ENOUGH! Eddie, come with me--" Alma took him to the house.
Throughout their conversation, Ethan had not piped up once. Now, he drew in closer, arms crossed against his chest with a sort of stiff feeling.
"You taught him how to -- explode things."
"He's a kid. A kid's gotta learn fire."
"Jane--"
"I'm sorry. I know. I know we're against having kids but -- I just wanna help a kid grow, you see?"
"But explosions?"
"They're cool."
"They can blind someone."
"Still cool. It's chemistry in action. Cool chemistry. A kid needs their chemistry set. Work things. Break things. Set things on fire. Where's the excitement, Ethan? How is Eddie ever going to learn? I hated school so much because there were bullies and half of them were teachers. I hated going there because -- I just -- I couldn't stomach it. The mundane. It's just not cool. Not cool at all."
"Ethan is still a child."
"I know."
"And -- Alma has insisted we take care of him when she reaches her sixties. I really want to -- gain her confidence."
"Yeah, yeah, fair enough." Jane stretched her arms. "I'm sorry about all of this. He was excited. I kind of understood him. It was as if I was a kid again, you know? Hugo and I would be at the workshop everyday, just fiddling with tools and stuff. We'd drill holes just for fun and play with matchsticks because we were ostracised. The both of us. And high school made it worse. I just don't know how to tell you, Ethan."
"No, I understand, I really do-- but next time, maybe you can wait until he's old enough to understand how fires work. Or maybe old enough until he's able to read full length books about botany."
"Who said anything about botany?"
"I've got plenty of books lying at home." Ethan shot a smirk. "You know, the ones you deem messy?"
"Oh no, you're not competing for his attention--"
"He is going to have the greenest thumb in the whole city of Boston and I am going to ensure he learns all of it with some practical gardening lessons thrown in for good measure."
"I'll teach him advanced pyrotechnics and he's going to be making gunpowder in his chem lab before he can learn algebra."
"I'll teach him everything about botany and agriculture and this land, this very land you're standing on right now, will turn into the most beautiful greenhouse ever within months."
A pause.
"I feel like we might be making him into a comic book villain." Jane said.
"Who just so happens to know all the natural poisons found in nature." Ethan added.
"Maybe he should stick to cartoons for now, yeah?"
"Of course, of course. And ice cream. That's what kids like, right?"
"God, we are terrible at this. What would we ever do if -- Eddie actually comes and lives with us? After Alma's retired?"
"I suppose it's not too late to crack open those parenting books." Ethan supplied, glumly.
The two of them exchanged a short hug; Jane's face buried into his hair and Ethan against her shoulder.
"We are going to be good at this. It isn't much about Eddie's own intrinsic character, rather his upbringing and we're always going to be there in little Ethan's life, so there's always room to improve and evolve. Still am not used to calling him -- Eddie. How did Ethan evolve into Ed? Ed sounds boring. Eddie sounds -- juvenile. Almost kiddish. Perhaps we can address him by his middle name. Anyway, we are going to be there in that little boy's life and we're going to learn how to be a good uncle and aunt."
"A cool aunt, by the way. He told me that. You're the boring doctor one."
"No, I believe he said he specifically wanted to be a doctor. Just like his uncle." Ethan adjusted his blazer. "He looks up to me."
"Sure he does." Jane said, returning the smirk he'd sent her way not too long ago. "Setting off firecrackers and making them yourself is a lot more boring than, say, studying plant leaves for a hobby. Sure. Sure. Let's pretend even half of that is true."
"Oh can it." Ethan chuckled. "Also, it couldn't have killed you to teach me something useful. Would've used it on Leland when I had a chance."
"Oh yeah? I would've loved all that plant knowledge before I got absolutely wasted and hungover and then you tell me that blah blah blah plants have medicinal properties and can cure a headache."
"You're the worst." Ethan couldn't control his smile.
"You're terrible yourself." Jane exhaled, between peals of laughter.
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A/N:
Thank you so much Elsa for the prompt! I'll admit I was in a really bad Open Heart slump because I didn't know where to start or how to even, progress their story. For a while I'd just given up on it and then, I remember your Ask and boom, it all just sort of falls in place. It's silly, it's just utter foolishness and hopefully brings a smile to your face.
Jane and Ethan sort of remind me of Rosa/Pimento and Jake/Amy from Brooklyn 99 and Jane's totally the Pimento/Jake in the situation and it sort of helps me because Adrian Pimento is one of my favourite characters from sitcoms in general and I kind of see a lot of his quirks and chaos in Jane.
Ethan feels like a mix of an excited Amy with the organisation and filing and all those strict restrictions he gives himself while having the personality of Rosa, if that makes sense.
And also I went down a rabbit hole of chemistry related videos, so -- don't blame me for translating my hyperfixations into fiction lol. I wish I could recreate at least half of the stuff Jane's got upto, but that would likely get me arrested or worse, kicked out from the country jk jk no, but still, you get the idea.
Okay I'm rambling. I'll see you guys soon! Thank you for reading!
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Until You Love Me
Chapter 3: I'm-a Make You Fall...
🖤 Catch up here!
Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)
Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan’s faithfulness, Casey Valentine’s paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.
Chapter Summary: A grave mistake happens under Tatum's care during her first day at Edenbrook, but was it an accident? Casey overhears a heartbreaking conversation which makes her seek advice from Tatum.
Music Inspo: “Paparazzi” - Kim Dracula
Word Count: 2499 (I am so proud of this number)
Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations (this chapter: depiction of stressful labor), gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use
A/N: I am participating in week 6 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #2: “Look at me and tell me I'm wrong.” The prompt will be in bold.
A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to @ao719 and @neotericthemis for helping me work through some kinks and graciously pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta’d, so please forgive my errors.
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Tucking the last blonde strand into her surgical cap, Tatum takes a step back from the mirror, soaking in her overall appearance. She inhales slowly before exhaling a large, cleansing breath.
This was it; she was finally hitting the labor and delivery floor at Edenbrook for the first time. Despite her impressive resumé, her twelve years of experience in maternal medicine and nearly three-thousand deliveries to date, she’s nervous. New hospital, new staff, new clientele–not to mention, it’s already been a peculiar introduction to Boston.
She was hired as the Chief of Obstetrics by Dr. Naveen Banerji, the former Chief of Medicine. His vision for the future of the hospital beckoned to her heart to join the team–that and the competitive salary and pension plan.
There was, however, a small snag in this wonderful plan: Ethan Ramsey, her former colleague from Johns Hopkins. And her first love.
But, the end of Ethan and Tatum was close to fifteen years ago; the wounds were old, most of them have even healed. Accidentally running into him wouldn’t be a problem; besides, his department of diagnostics and her unit approach medicine differently. L&D uses its own doctors in specialized maternal-fetal medicine rather than calling for outside help. So although they worked at the same hospital, there really wouldn’t be much reason for Tatum to interact with Ethan.
Imagine her surprise when she attended new employee orientation last week, and Ethan was introduced as the newly appointed Chief of Medicine. Her boss. Tatum tried avoiding him, but the next morning, he brought her coffee. The following day, he insisted on giving her a private tour of her unit. Tatum isn’t exactly looking for a relationship right now, but it is flattering to receive special attention from Ethan.
On her way to the parking lot, she ran into another old colleague from medical school, Dr. Tobias Carrick. After exchanging pleasantries, the tall, smooth-talking diagnostician became serious, lowering his voice.
“Is there something going on between you and Ramsey?”
“No,” she chuckles, slightly taken aback, "I mean,” she sighs looking around the row of cars before focusing back on her old friend. “We’ve been catching up. That's it.”
“Uh-huh.” He rubs his fingers over his mouth before continuing. “Just… please be careful, Erikson, okay?”
He proceeded to inform Tatum about Ethan’s three-year relationship with Casey Valentine.
"She's quite protective of him. Sometimes… she takes things too far–"
"'Too far'?" Tatum interrupts, an eyebrow arching with worry.
"Yeah," Tobias looks over his shoulder before stepping closer to Tatum. "The law has even had to get involved–" he holds a finger over his mouth as Tatum's eyes grow wide in shock. "Ethan has had to intervene a few times, but there's only so much he can do, especially when she perceives other women as a threat."
Little did Tatum know, she would not only meet her, but she would also experience more of Casey Valentine than she ever expected. Based on first impressions alone, Casey was friendly and kind; she easily gravitated and opened herself to Tatum.
But, remembering Tobias's warning, Tatum decided to swing by Ethan's office, informing him of her interaction with Casey. He was caught off guard and even slightly disturbed that the women had become so acquainted, but he was appreciative of the information.
A roar of laughter breaks Tatum of her thoughts as a group of nurses break from the early morning huddle.
Let’s roll.
After being introduced to the staff and receiving patient reports, Tatum makes her own game plan as the attending-on-duty. She carefully watches an over-sized screen that displays every fetal monitor in use, finally zeroing on one.
"Who's the nurse for 501?"
A timid, young woman with ebony hair steps forward.
"Kendra?" Tatum reads her name badge. "I'm Dr. Erikson," she grins, extending her arm for a gentle handshake from the nurse. "So tell me about our patient, Kendra."
Tatum could tell right off the bat Kendra was nervous to be working with a new attending. She's a younger nurse, possibly in her mid-twenties who provides quick answers in the form of a question; but just in their short interaction, the new chief can tell this nurse is intelligent. She just needs an opportunity to learn confidence.
"So," Tatum crosses her arms, "if the patient's induction started yesterday morning, why is she still pregnant today?"
Kendra stumbles as she pulls out her report cheat sheet. "Um… I think… well, I–"
"Kendra," Tatum smiles. "Take a breath. Start from the beginning." The nurse nods as she wipes her palms against her scrubs. "How are we inducing her?"
"Oxytocin. Using the low-dose protocol."
Tatum nods. "When was the last time that was adjusted?”
The nurse sighs. “Early yesterday evening.”
The attending raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “And she’s dilated to…?”
“Two.”
“Two centimeters,” Tatum repeats dryly. "Is she in labor?"
"Uh… I mean," Kendra looks to her report sheet, "I know she’s uncomfortable–"
Tatum waves her hand to dismiss the answer. "That's not what I asked. I want to know … is she in labor?"
The nurse hangs her head as a blush crawls across her face. "I–I don't think so, Dr. Erikson."
Tatum pushes her tongue into her cheek as she stares at the nurse. "So, we have wasted a day, making a woman hurt, but have failed to put her into labor"
The nurse stares at the floor, picking at her nails. "I–I'm sorry," an audible lump forms in her throat, robbing her of her next words.
"Kendra," Tatum whispers kindly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "This is far from your fault, and even so, I’m not looking to blame someone. You and I? We just re-evaluated this patient’s care. And we’ve discovered… it didn’t work. What we’ve been doing for the past day is not going to deliver her. So… I’ll ask again: why is she still pregnant?”
With more assuredness in her stance, Kendra speaks up. “Because we never even got her into labor.”
Tatum nods her head, pleased to hear the nurse putting the puzzle pieces together. “And now, you and I need to figure out the next step. Normally at this point, I would recommend a cesarean. Do you think she needs surgery?”
“No, ma’am. I think she needs to be given an actual opportunity to labor.”
“Okay, then. What should we do next?”
Kendra thinks for a moment. “Check dilation, consider breaking her water… maybe even place internal monitors?” She shrugs. “Oh! And change her position.”
Nodding her head, Tatum offers Kendra a mischievous grin. She steals the nurse’s original report sheet and rips it up. “C’mon,” she snickers, “let’s go deliver your patient.”
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A few hours and a couple of deliveries later, Tatum went to check on her laboring patient that was assigned to Kendra. Before going into the room, she notices that the fetus was starting to show signs of distress.
Tatum enters the room, relieved to see the nurse was already at the bedside. "We just got an epidural," Kendra reports, "and she's six centimeters."
"That's excellent!" Tatum celebrates, "this baby was just waiting for his Aunt Kendra and Aunt Tatum." Everyone falls into titters as the nurse and provider reposition the somewhat-comfortable patient onto her side.
Glancing around the room, Tatum notices a near-empty IV bag, and with the fetus still having occasional issues, she is concerned with a very common side effect of anesthesia: low blood pressure. "Kendra?" She inquires, "when did you hang this bag?"
Concern etches across Kendra's face. "Before the epidural placement."
"Grab another bag, and let's give her a bolus. I think we might be hypotensive."
"Yes, ma'am," Kendra steps outside to grab the extra bag of hydration fluid, and returns in record timing.
"Wow," Tatum snickers. "You are on it today. That was fast!"
"Oh, I ran into someone that saw I was in a hurry, so they gave me their bag," she smiles. "You wanted a bolus, right?"
"Yes, let it flow as fast as it can for 500," Tatum agrees, but her eyebrows furrow curiously. Someone gave her that bag? "Wait… and that's Lactated Ringers, right?"
Kendra nods, holding the fluid up for the physician to read the name clearly on the plastic.
"Perfect."
The nurse programs everything into the pumps before pressing 'start infusion'. The attending reviews the game plan with the family and encourages the moms to nap. Shutting off the lights, Tatum escorts Kendra out of the room.
But before she pulls the door closed, Tatum notices the patient suddenly stir in bed which quickly leads to a couple of abrupt moans. The seasoned OB glances at the fetal monitor just in time to watch the heart rate plummet into the 50s.
And stay there.
"Talk to me, Mama, what are you feeling?" Tatum flips on the lights, and together with Kendra, they begin performing resuscitation measures, including giving the mom oxygen and repositioning her body in the bed.
Despite having an epidural, she is paralyzed by agonizing pain, clenching tightly to her abdomen. Tatum snakes her hands to rest on the woman's gravid belly. And it's just what she expected: hard as a rock. Her uterus was completely clamped down, in a continuous contraction, squeezing on the baby and the cord continuously without rest.
Damnit…
"Turn off that IV fluid now!" Tatum commands over the commotion as more staff join the room to help. "I need Brethine and a new bag of LR. Let's move, people!"
The nurses continue to reposition the patient while others administer the drug that will hopefully relax the uterus. A new IV fluid bag is hung.
But unfortunately after seven minutes, the baby's heartbeat remains slow.
And the brand new chief's own heart drops. She glances around the room, matching the worried stares of everyone working with her. She looks back to the monitor, shaking her head.
Damnit…
"STAT C-Section!"
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[Casey's POV]
This morning was absolutely incredible. Tatum had to hurry to her floor for rounds, but damn… I can still feel her tender touch on my body, her languid tongue stroking deep inside me. I can feel her nails digging into my hips as she demands to drink my desire. Each slurp and swallow echoes in my memory, my swollen lips fluttering for more.
I reapply my lipgloss before I step out of the telemetry supply closet. After I check on my interns in the pit, I mosey through the hallways until I decide to check on my hard-working boyfriend. I never got to see him earlier because he was…
The anger hits me again, my jaw clenching. I can feel my blood start to boil when I picture him… and her…
…laughing at each other’s jokes…
… touching each other…
Slow down, Casey.
She's a new hire, so it only makes sense that he would take a moment to welcome her. Sure, that’s all he was doing. Afterall, Ethan is the new Chief.
God, Chief of Medicine…
I am so proud of him.
We agreed that I wouldn't bother him at work although I know he secretly loves it when I stop by with lunch or coffee. But, I can see where it can be distracting. He has a lot more responsibilities with his new position, and a simple interruption can break his concentration.
Approaching his ajar, office door, I quickly discover Ethan isn't alone. In fact, I recognize the other melodic soulful voice in the room: Tobias Carrick.
I inch closer to listen.
"...just like old times, eh?" .
"Jesus, Carrick…it’s not like that,” Ethan scoffs into a snicker. “It’s…well… she's new, and my job as her boss is to help her smoothly transition."
"It looks like you're about to make a smooth transition into her, if ya know what I'm sayin'." Tobias laughs, sticking his tongue out as he claps his old friend's back.
Are they talking about Tatum?
"C'mon, Ramsey," Tobias grows stern. "The moment Tatum walked through those doors, your tail has been wagging like a damn puppy. You're actually smiling again."
With a deep ruddy blush swirling up his neck, Ethan lets out a hefty sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Just admit it," Tobias steps closer. "Look at me and tell me I'm wrong."
Go ahead and tell him, baby. Tell him you’re happy with me…
The corners of Ethan's lips curl as he glances back to his colleague. "Tatum and I, we just… we’ve always clicked."
"You click!" He playfully smacks Ethan's chest with the back of his hand.
'We've always had this… spark–"
"You spark!" Tobias hits him again causing Ethan to grimace.
"But…" Ethan stutters, "what about Casey–?"
"Seriously?" Tobias raises his eyebrows, chuckling in disbelief. "Things with Valentine… I’m gonna be honest with you. You need to think what’s best for you…"
What?
Ethan sighs. "Our history… it complicates things…"
What the hell? I see red, stepping back from Ethan's office. A sudden heaviness infiltrates my lungs as I struggle for air.
No. none of that is true… right?
A familiar sting prods at my eyes. The anxiety creeps up the back of my throat as I clench tightly to my uneasy stomach.
I need answers.
But not now.
Nothing is accomplished when I'm angry. When I approach Ethan with my concerns, he gives me a look. That look. Not of empathy or kindness, but of sympathy, like he feels sorry for me. It’s patronizing.
I can't do this. Not right now. Not today.
I just need reassurance. I need to be held, and reminded that everything is okay, that we’re okay.
And then it hits me.
Tatum.
The mention of her name alone brings a tingle to my lips, making my heart skip a beat. I know we've known each other for less than 24 hours. But I feel like she would understand my emotions right now, that could help me calm down.
I should find her. Surely she can clear this up for me.
Yeah. That's what I'll do.
As I reach her floor, I am quickly reminded that it's a locked-down unit with privacy badge access. I stare at the door for a moment, wondering how I can sneak in to see Tatum. I was hoping to sort of… surprise her.
"Excuse me." A woman in scrubs pushes past me, holding several clear bags of IV fluid. “Do you mind?” She chuckles. “I can’t reach my badge to swipe.”.
Perfect timing.
“Sure,” I smile as I swipe her tethered ID card. The door softly buzzes, granting access as it slowly opens.
She gives me an appreciative smile. “Thank you,” she blows away a long exhale. “We’ve been so busy in the pharmacy, running out of supplies. Shoot, we actually ran out of ‘Pitocin’ stickers for these premixed bags of LR with oxytocin. So, I have to label them up here.”
Suddenly, she drops an IV bag.
Poor thing… She seems frazzled.
“Here,” I grab the fluid before holding the door open, “let me help you.”
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Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff
One Shots Y-#
Yes To The Dress - @socalwriterbee
Tessa is having a ball trying on dress after dress while Ethan second guesses why he said yes to the shopping trip, until he is reminded why.
You - @perriewinklenerdie
Claire and Harper go out for drinks.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” - @jamespotterthefirst
Their first morning together. Set after the events of Ch. 15, Book 1.
You Are My Sun, My Moon & All My Stars - @mvalentine
Ethan Ramsey wants to take his girlfriend out on a date. Except he doesn't tell her the where, the what or the why.
You Look Very... - @cariantha
Sawyer shows up at Ethan’s place unannounced and neither is prepared for what they see when he opens the door. This takes place after Miami but before the opera.
You make me feel - @perriewinklenerdie
Harper walks in on Ethan and Claire in a suggesting situation.
You Outshine the Morning Sun - @jamespotterthefirst
She finds out she is pregnant. How will he react?
“You won’t take care of yourself so I will” - @jamespotterthefirst
Lilac takes care of a sick Ethan.
You’re Always Beautiful - @ofmischiefandmedicine
It’s that time of the month, and Ethan is adamant to make things slightly more bearable for Laura.
You’re Always Beautiful - @potionsprefect
The further Victoria got into her pregnancy, the less desirable she felt.
“You’re my everything. I would give all this up for you.” - @genevievemd
Set in the first week of Edenbrook’s reopening. Ethan’s gonna tell her.
You’re my new pillow. - @rookie-ramsey
MC is sick, but Dr. Ramsey is an approved cure for the flu.
You’re The Devil - @alwaysmychoices
After rejecting her in Miami, Ethan is convinced that Charlie has forgotten their awkward exchange until she comes dressed as his worst nightmare -- and his only dream...
“You’re the only reason I’m coming back” - @jamespotterthefirst
Ethan’s away at a conference and missing his wife and kids.
“You’ve finally rendered me speechless” - @jamespotterthefirst
Their plan to go through their belongings and get rid of any unnecessary items before moving in proved to fail spectacularly.
Your Laugh - @jamespotterthefirst
She can’t sleep as an old ghost resurfaces.
Your Midnights - @genevievemd 🎇
Two New Years, four years apart.
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile - @writer-ish
She couldn’t help but steal his shirt.
Z Toboyu - @ofmischiefandmedicine
During their drive to visit Laura’s mother, Ethan gets a taste of her culture.
Zuhause - @monsoonblooms12
When he sees her working after hours, he offers to drop her home. (set in Book 2)
2am - @starrystarrytrouble
2.9 Rewrite. Ethan and Eve work late on the Senator’s case.
3:00 AM Thoughts - @alina-yol-ramsey
MC's thoughts about her relationship with Ethan.
5 Times Sadie Hinted at a Ring and 1 Time She Didn't - @peonyblossom
A fic featuring five occasions where Sadie Oakley hinted at engagement rings.
6 first dates - @anntoldst0ries
A story of 6 dates that changed everything.
20 Questions - @zealouscanonindeer Ⓜ
Just a game of 20 questions (+1)
21 Nights - @starrystarrytrouble
Moments from Ethan and MC’s new relationship over 3 weeks.
23. no dialogue, only body language - @writer-ish
This takes place somewhere in Book 3 (no discernible timeframe, just a random day somewhere in the middle).
#27. “I didn’t ask you to do that”/ “You didn’t have to” - @jamespotterthefirst
Ethan confronts Landry.
28 march - @honeyandsunfl0wers
Alexa surprises Ethan with a present for his birthday.
40 - @tveitertotwrites
It's Ethan's 40th birthday.
103 Degrees - @rookie-ramsey
Even Ethan Ramsey isn’t immune to the flu.
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Birthday Wishes
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Category: Text Fic
Author: @jamespotterthefirst
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Ethan romancers who don't like the age gap or the fact that he's MC's boss confuse me. Like, is that not part of the appeal??? Y'all don't find the forbidden romance and/or older man thing attractive and enticing??? I know those tropes aren't for everyone, but then why would you romance Ethan? You have three other options? I know PB does them dirty, but they're still there. Genuinely am not judging anyone, just very confused.
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A Different Fate - Final Chapter
OMG, it took me entirely too long to complete this, but I'm so happy now that it's done! I am so, so grateful to the anonymous (to you, not to me 😉) donor to the Write for Gaza project, who requested I finish this by the end of January. Well - I did it! And thank you so, so much - I can't tell you how much it means!
A Different Fate - Series Masterlist
Book: Open Heart (Post Series)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (past)
Featuring: Tobias Carrick, Sienna Trinh
Rating: Teen
Words: 3,700
Category: Short-Series/AU/Lost Love
Summary: Ethan's first attempt to talk to Casey didn't work out, but now, with Tobias & Sienna's help, will it finally work out? Or will they have to resign and accept their fate?
A/N: When I started this, it was supposed to be a one-off, and now, I'm finally done after 5 parts! It's funny how these things take on a life of their own. I know a few of you have been very anxious for this to post, and I thank you for your extraordinary patience. I hope you find it's worth it in the end!
@choicesjanuary2024 Day 23 - Hope
Ethan x Kaycee Masterlist | My Full Masterlist
The bus jolted forward the moment the light turned green, jostling its passengers around like dolls—every passenger except for Sienna Trinh. Growing increasingly impatient with her “charge,” she sat firmly in place, arms crossed defiantly before her chest.
“This is a stupid idea!” She said, slapping a startled Ethan’s arm across the bus aisle.
“Oww!”
“Don’t oww, me!” She fired back. “You blew my advice off yesterday, and look how well that went. Maybe you should listen to me now.”
“I know,” Ethan droned. “But this is different.”
“Si, I have to agree with Ethan on this one,” Tobias said, his face twisting as he realized his words. “Shit! It hurt more than I expected to say that.”
“Thanks, pal.”
“Don’t mention it,” Tobias smirked. “Si, he can’t do this right now. He’d have to ambush her at work, and you see how well that went. We have a plan in place; it will be fine.”
“Normally, I’d agree with you, but I’m done tempting fate with these two. Something always goes wrong.”
“Look, the bonehead has put it off eight years. It can wait another eight hours to ensure it’s done right.”
“You know,” Ethan interrupted, “it might be helpful if the two of you wouldn’t talk about me like I wasn’t here.”
Sienna turned to him, brow raised. “It would be great if you didn’t need the two of us here to make sure you don’t blow it!”
“She makes a point,” Tobias nodded, pleased with Ethan’s exasperation.
“Can we stick to the point?”
“The point is, you’ll speak to Kaycee tonight.”
“Yeah, after your date,” Ethan chuckled ruefully. “
“It’s not a date!” Tobias spat. “You know damn well I’m just going to the party with her to get that asshole Douglas off her back.”
Ethan shot a half-doubtful look.
“Really?” Tobias said incredulously. “I’ve been rooting for you two since she left Boston, and this is how you treat me? Trust me, Ramsey, all Kaycee wants is you, and the last thing I’d ever want is to have you as a metamour.”
Sienna’s nose scrunched. “A meta-what?”
Tobias waved her off with a chuckle. “Trust me, Si, you’re better off not knowing. Now, stop worrying. I’ll take Kaycee to the party, give the creepy doctor a few death stares, and after a drink or two, I’ll mention you’re in town, play wingman, then you swoop in for the grand finale. We’ve got it under control.”
“Yeah,” Sienna rolled her eyes. “With you two at the wheel, what could possibly go wrong?”
~~~~~
“I’m coming!” Kaycee clumsily rushed across her apartment to answer the door, slipping into her silver heels along the way. She opened the door breathless but stunning nevertheless. “Hey,” she smiled.
A grin spread across Tobias’s face; he had forgotten how well Dr. MacClennan cleaned up. With her long blonde curls cascading over her shoulder, barely skimming the bodice of her strapless ice-blue gown, she looked more like someone who spent her day posing for Vogue than saving lives in scrubs.
“What do you think?” she grinned.
“What do I think? If this is how you look for a fake date, what the hell do you do on real ones? How many heart attacks have you been responsible for, MacClennan?”
“Shit!” She said with a stomp of her foot. “I screwed up! I shouldn’t have brought you tonight!”
“Oh, why?”
“I should have invited Dr. Douglas himself! If I knew cardiac arrest would be the result, well, that would be one way to be rid of him.”
Tobias burst out laughing. “I forgot just how wicked you could be.”
Slipping an earring in, she winked. “I’d feel guilty about it ten minutes later. Not guilty enough to start CPR, but guilty all the same."
"Well, I'm happy to provide a less lethal way of getting rid of Dr. Jackass.”
She grabbed her clutch off the side table and looked at Tobias, casually leaning against the door. She swore he hadn’t aged a day, still wearing that signature confident swagger as well as he wore his dark, tailor-made suit. She crossed her arms and shook her head disapprovingly.
“What?” He asked, checking his attire to see if something was wrong. “Do I not clean up as well as you?”
“Too well. If word gets out that I’m dating you, no one will ask me out again. They’d be afraid of the competition.”
He chuckled softly, visions of Ethan in his mind. “Well, let’s hope it won’t come to that.”
Stepping to Kaycee’s side, he offered his arm. “Shall we?”
“Let’s go!”
~~~~~
The party was exactly what one would expect to cap off the career of a renowned doctor from one of the top hospitals in the world. The rooftop ballroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows provided a panoramic view of the City’s famed skyline; fairy lights scattered throughout the room illuminated it with an ethereal glow. Warm notes from the piano wafted through the air, competing with the gentle hum of convivial chatter as tuxedoed waiters distributed flutes of Dom Perignon. Tobias and Kaycee were on a mission and played the part of an enamored new couple so well that they earned envious stares, not only from Dr. Douglas but from several others as well. But as much fun as that was, Tobias couldn’t get his mind off his primary goal of the night: getting Ethan and Kaycee together. He looked at his watch. She only wanted to stay two hours, and they were about to hit that mark.
“Hey,” he whispered, “Wanna take a spin around the dancefloor before we blow this joint? Make this look legit?”
Wordlessly placing her empty champagne flute on a passing waiter's tray, she took Tobias’s hand and led him to the dancefloor. Ironically, finding the most privacy they’d had all night.
“Dancing was a good idea,” she said. “Everyone knows I wouldn’t leave a party without dancing... and it’s not like you’re a stick in the mud that would refuse me.”
“Kacyee, it would be difficult for anyone to refuse you.”
“Yeah,” she smiled sadly, “You’d be surprised.”
“I don’t know about that. For Christ's sake, you used to get Ramsey to dance back in the day. I thought only an act of God could accomplish that!”
Kaycee’s body tensed, and her feet seemed to forget what they were supposed to do. As she stood still on the dance floor, Tobias looked her in the eye.
“I’m sorry, did I overstep?”
Kaycee shook her head and continued to dance. “It’s been so nice seeing you, but it takes me back, and sometimes, that can be hard, you know?”
“Yeah, I do. It takes me back, too, but is that such a bad thing? We had some good times.”
“Ha! It all depends,” she chuckled. “Do you have a time machine? Because I’d be happy to go back, but only if I could write a different fate.”
“I can’t do that,” he sighed. “Not the time machine part, but... maybe I can help with the different fate.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “Follow me.”
Kaycee remained silent as they ran down the plushly carpeted hall. But, when they found an empty banquet room, she wanted answers.
“OK, we’re alone now. What’s going on?”
“I want to talk to you about Ethan.”
Kaycee shook her head, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.
“We did that. We had that conversation at dinner the other night. We don’t need to do it again.”
“Did we have that conversation? Because as far as I remember, I didn’t tell you that he was here.”
“He’s what? He’s here... like in New York?”
“I’ll do one better,” he smiled. “He’s sitting at the bar in the lobby.”
Her eyes narrowed, and Tobias wasn’t sure if he saw shock or anger flickering in them.
“You told me he was in Boston. You said he refused to come with you!”
“He was. Or at least I thought he was. But when I got to my hotel that night, he was there.”
She crossed her arms smugly. “So he came to attend the conference. Right?”
“Nope. He didn’t come for the conference. He came here for you.”
“For me?” Her voice cracked. “He came here for me. Yet he’s been in town for two days and hasn’t reached out to me once.”
“Well... about that. He did. He stopped by Langone yesterday and sort of heard you tell Dr. Douglass that you had a thing... for me.”
Kaycee felt her stomach drop. “No!”
“Yes.”
“No, no, no, no! He doesn’t really think I want you, does he?”
“Hey, don’t act so disgusted!” Tobias said defensively. “Believe it or not, most people would kill to get with this... but Ethan knows you’re not one of them. I can’t give you a time machine, but you can give yourself a second chance.”
She remained silent, her heart beating faster as she stared out the window into the night.
“Tobias, it’s taken me eight years to say his name without crying. To recall our time together and feel whistful, not just sad. I’m content with my life here, and if I open that door and it slams shut once again... I don’t know that I could take it.”
“Kaycee, you’re right. Eight years have passed, and a lot has changed. Like you – you’re not a young, wide-eyed resident anymore. You have a brilliant career that can only be attributed to one thing – and that’s you. No one could dare say you made it because you were involved with him. You love each other. Why keep denying it.”
“He loves me?” She asked. “He used those exact words.”
“Well, he didn’t actually say the words, but... why would he say them to me? Why don’t you give him a chance... to say them to you?”
“But Tobias,” she said with a quiver in her voice. “What if... what if it doesn’t work?”
“But Kaycee... what if it does?”
~~~~~
Boston and Philadelphia had skyscrapers for sure, but neither city could hold a candle to New York, and right now, Kaycee couldn't be more grateful to the town she now called home. Sixty-eight floors, she thought, taking a tentative step into the elevator. Sixty-eight floors stood between her and the lobby, and she hoped they’d stop at each one.
Standing in the back corner, she relied on the walls to keep her upright as passengers piled in. She needed time. Time to think, to decide what she’d say, to breathe.... sixty-eight floors should have given her the time she needed to center and gain a semblance of composure. But it went by in an instant, and when the elevator doors began sliding over, all she could do was watch in horror.
Her head was spinning, and her mind was lost in a cloud of confusion. Ethan was waiting in the lobby... for her? It couldn’t be real. Tourists and locals alike chatted happily about their evening plans as they stepped out, a direct contrast to Kacyee, who stood frozen in fear. Only the elevator operator’s gruff voice brought her back to reality.
“Ma’am, are you getting out?”
She turned to him, then back to the door, and considered returning to the grand ballroom. But something inside her stirred. Tobias was right; she was no longer playing the part of the ingenue, filled with hope and naivete that were somehow both her greatest strength and weakness. No, she was a big girl now, and whatever happened when she walked through that door... she’d be able to handle it.
“Ma’am," the man repeated with increased irritation. “Shall I close the doors?"
“Uhm. No," she said, standing upright and dusting off the front of her gown. “No. I’m getting off here.”
The world seemed to move in slow motion as she stepped into the lobby. If this were a movie, Ethan would be waiting across a crowded room, their eyes would meet in an instant, and the credits would roll as soon as they shared a perfect kiss, one that left no doubt that they were destined for happily ever after. But real life seldom ran so smoothly, as Kaycee was about to confirm. She looked all around, to the left and the right, but no sign of him. She walked the perimeter of the room, even just outside, and still... nothing. Tobias said Ethan would be at the bar, so she returned and hopped on a stool to wait and wait. She was patient at first, but five minutes passed, then ten. Her fingers began to rap against the rich mahogany countertop when it reached fifteen, and by twenty? By twenty, she had enough.
Standing up with a weary sigh, she chastised herself for opening that door even a crack. You should have learned by now, she thought as she headed toward the exit. She was almost outside when she saw Tobias coming off the elevator. She turned on her high heel and headed his way. Why lambast herself if she could lambast him? He didn’t see her coming and reacted with surprise when he felt the shove on his shoulder.
“He’s here, huh? He’s waiting for me at the bar? Well, guess what? He didn’t show!”
“Kaycee,” Tobia started, but she wouldn’t allow him to speak.
“No! Don’t Kaycee me! This is precisely l why I didn’t want to get my hopes up! This is how it always ends with us... either he walks away, or he doesn’t show... and I swore I wouldn’t put myself in this position again!”
“Kayce, if you’d just let me....”
“NO! No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say because all that matters is that he’s not here! He’s not here, and....”
Her breath hitched when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Is that....” she whispered.
“You know,” Tobias smirked. “You might want to turn around.”
She turned around slowly, and just like that, life was imitating art. A feeling of warmth surrounded her the moment their eyes met. He may have aged a little, but she’d know him... she’d know those eyes... anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, handing her a single red rose. “I stepped out to buy this from a street vendor. I thought it would be a nice touch.”
With her heart racing, she lifted the flower to her nose and inhaled its fragrant scent.
“And that took twenty minutes?” she grinned, putting Ethan at ease.
“Well, I also needed to go to the men's room. It took more than one glass of Scotch to get up the nerve to offer you an apology that could make up for eight years.”
“Ethan,” she whispered, at a loss for words.
“Well, this is the shittiest rose ceremony I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had to suffer through many an episode of The Bachelor,” Tobias observed. He pat Ethan on the back. “Nice touch, a little cheesy, but not bad for you.”
“You can go now,” Ethan grumbled.
“I was planning on it,” Tobias nodded at Kaycee, then looked Ethan in the eye. “You two can take it from here. Don’t fuck this up.”
“Can we?” Kaycee asked once Tobias was gone. “Can we take it from here, or will one of us mess it up somehow?”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” he smiled. “Why don’t we go someplace and talk.”
~~~~~
She couldn’t remember leaving the hotel lobby or how they decided where they would walk. All she knew was they ended up strolling along Central Park West, a comfortable distance between them, as she chattered aimlessly about nothing at all. Anything to avoid an awkward silence or, worse yet, an awkward conversation. While Kaycee faced straight ahead, Ethan couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more so. He was afraid if he took his eyes away, she’d disappear, and he wouldn’t allow that. Then, even in the dim streetlights, he saw her starting to shiver, and without missing a beat, he removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, bringing her to a stop.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a half step back. “You looked cold.”
“Yes,” she smiled nervously. “It is... it is getting cold.” She motioned to a food truck on the edge of the street and smiled. “I’d suggest we get coffee to warm up, but I know that wouldn’t meet your standards.”
“Is that what you want?” He asked. “Go. Go sit on that bench, and I’ll get us some.”
“You’re going to drink coffee... from a food truck?”
Ethan shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “I have to start living a little sometime. Tonight sounds like the perfect time to start.”
He walked away, and Kaycee hollered after him. “Wait, you didn’t ask how I wanted my coffee."
He turned around with his hands in his pockets and utter confidence. “At this hour? Decaff. Definitely, decaff with a splash of milk, preferably almond, but if they don’t have that, plain milk will do. And Splenda, two Splenda... even though you know they’re not good for you.”
A slow smile spread across Kaycee’s lips. “You... remember.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I remember everything.”
“Well, I take three Splenda now,” she winked, and he felt his heart flutter.
“Go sit,” he smiled, and she all but skipped away.
She watched his silhouette in the ethereal light, still attempting to convince herself this was real. But she had to believe it was true when she felt the steaming hot cup in her hand. She watched with anticipation as Ethan took a sip from his cup and couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to contain a grimace.
“Oh, it’s funny,” he smiled. “Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”
“No,” she whispered, gently taking his hand and placing her coffee on the bench beside her. “No, I think we’ve both suffered plenty, and I don’t want either of us to suffer anymore.”
The touch of her hand impacted him more than he could have imagined, and he found himself unable to speak. He turned to her with tears in his eyes, just managing to mutter her name before pulling her into a tight embrace. Kaycee buried her face in his shoulder, taking in the warm, familiar scent she used to know so well. One of Ethan’s hands was entangled in her curls, while his other arm pulled her as close as he possibly could. They stayed there a long while, silent and amazed at the reality – both had assumed if this day were ever to come, it would be filled with fireworks. An explosion of passion that couldn’t be felt miles away. But the reality was different. It was warm, safe, comforting, a loving embrace each had desired for so long – it wasn’t fireworks, it was coming home.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” her voice cracked. “I can’t believe you’re in my arms.”
“I’m trying to believe it myself,” he said, pulling back to gaze into her crystal blue eyes. His hand cupped her chin, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek. “You’re so beautiful. What kind of fool am I depriving myself of seeing this face for so long?”
Kayce reached up to take his hand, gently placing a kiss on it. “Then, shall we try to rectify that now?”
“We could. If that’s what you want.”
Kaycee sat back with a smile so gentle and warm Ethan didn’t need words to know her answer. She reached up and messed up his hair. “How did we screw us up so badly? I mean, I can blame it on being young and stupid, but you didn’t have that luxury.”
Laughing, he took her hand. “You may have been young, but you were never stupid. You knew so much more than me. I know there’s no fairy godmother that will show up with a magic wand, and I know we will still have things to work out. But the thing I know most of all is that I love you. I love you with all my heart, and I’ve wasted too many years without you by my side. I’m determined to put an end to that as soon as I can.”
“You love me,” she sighed. “Well, that’s good... because I love you. I love you so much.”
Ethan reached over and embraced her, letting out a joyful groan as he lifted them to their feet. She held on tight as he spun her around, stopping to gently put her back down. They stood face-to-face, a world of memories crossing their minds as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Time and distance had done nothing to them; their love remained the same. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, lighting a flame that had flickered but never extinguished. It was more than a kiss. It was a promise, a silent vow that was a testament to their love, which had never, ever died.
“We can’t screw this up, Ethan,” she said as they broke away. “If we’re going to do this, I want this to be forever. I can’t lose you again.”
“Good!” He grinned brighter than she had ever seen. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Ethan offered his arm, which she gladly accepted, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as they started to walk.
“So, where are we going?” She asked.
“Well, I do have a hotel room nearby.”
Kaycee playfully nudged him. “A hotel room? Mister, I have a whole apartment, and it’s quite nice! You know, your girl did all right for herself!”
“Oh, I’ve kept tabs on you. I know you did.”
“Then let’s go!”
As they walked to her apartment, they passed the café Kaycee had dined in not too long ago, and she told Ethan the story of that night. How two estranged lovers had come together, and he professed his undying love. She relayed how she was trying to listen in on their conversation, but in the end, she didn’t need to since the young man yelled it out for all to hear. The crowd applauded, and she secretly paid their bill. It was straight out of a movie.
“I’m glad you got to see that,” Ethan smiled. “You always loved a happy ending.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she agreed. “And now, I’ve got one of my own.”
(Yep that last part was from Part 1. 😊)
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Pancakes
Series/Pairing: Open Heart - Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Charley Valentine)
Other Characters: Tobias Carrick; Bryce Lahela
Disclaimer: Most characters belong to PB, Charley is sort of mine
Rating / Warnings: T
Summary: Ethan decides that he is going to learn to make pancakes. Bryce and Tobias are going to help him.
Comments/Notes: Written for the For the Boys event at @choicesficwriterscreations.
Word count: ~1,510
Ethan looked around as Charley bounced into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him.
He shifted his coffee cup to the other hand and turned in her embrace, leaning down to kiss her. “Good morning to you. This is unusual. You, awake and dressed at this time on your day off.”
“I hope you can drive just a few miles out of your way to drop me off at Sienna’s this morning. She’s giving Bryce a cooking lesson and I was invited for breakfast.” She smirked at him. “Sienna is hoping that her pancake lesson goes better for Bryce than her last student.”
He shook his head. “Don’t remind me.” He poured her coffee into her to-go mug. “Let’s get you to Sienna.”
Ethan walked out of his meeting with Leland and decided he needed to shift his focus. He checked his watch and headed for the nurses station on the third floor. “Dr. Varma, when do the interns have rounds?”
Jackie’s head snapped up from Tobias’ phone that the two of them were laughing over. Tobias grinned at Ethan. “Still haven’t learned how to make pancakes yet, buddy?”
Ethan took the proffered phone and looked at Charley’s post.
“Interns, Varma?”
“Right.” She pushed herself up from where she had be leaning against the counter. “They should be here in about five minutes. Dr. Carrick is leading rounds today.”
“I’ll be joining you on rounds today, so if Dr. Carrick wants to find something else to do, he may.”
“You will?”
“Bad meeting with Bloom?” Tobias asked. When Ethan glared at him, Tobias added, “I’ll go along on rounds, too. You may scare them off.”
The next Sunday after Charley left for her shift at work, Ethan poured himself his second cup of coffee while he waited for Bryce and Tobias to show up.
Bryce arrived first and handed Ethan a recipe card. He recognized the neat hand writing of Sienna. “She swears by this recipe,” Bryce stated, “and I was able to master it on my first try.”
As Bryce followed Ethan into his kitchen for coffee, he looked around and let out a low whistle. “This is some kitchen. My apartment in Palo Alto could fit in here with room left over.”
Ethan smiled. “It was actually one of the selling points when I bought it. Cooking is relaxing for me after a difficult day.”
Tobias had arrived and walked through the apartment. “As long as it isn’t pancakes.”
“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Not when I’m expected and you leave your door unlocked.” Tobias set a bag on the counter. “I have in here the ingredients for the best pancakes ever.”
Bryce picked up Sienna’s recipe card. “Sienna’s are the best.”
Ethan handed them a printout of a recipe he had. “I have my own recipe here.
Tobias pulled the page out of his hand. “What is this? Grams? Milliliters?” He laughed. “Nigella’s recipe, right?”
Before Ethan could answer, Tobias set the paper down and pulled a container of ricotta cheese, a quart of buttermilk, and a couple of lemons out of his bag, setting them on the counter. “We are going to make lemon ricotta pancakes.”
Bryce objected. “No. Those sound too difficult for Ethan. He needs to start with something easy.”
“I will have you know, I am a fantastic cook.”
Tobias waved his hand to silence Ethan. “Bryce, first of all, Ethan has proven time and time an time again that he cannot make a simple pancake recipe. Second, except for his pancake game, he is a wonderful cook, so a more difficult recipe should be right up his alley.” Tobias pulled his printed recipe out of his pocket and dropped it down with the other two.
“Charley loves Sienna’s pancakes.”
Ethan sighed. “Let’s go with Sienna’s.”
Thirty minutes later, Bryce frowned as they looked at the pancakes. They were flat. Ethan sighed. “This always happens.”
“I told you Sienna said not to mix the batter until it was smooth. It’s best to have a slightly lumpy batter.”
Tobias picked up the plate and moved it to the counter by the sink. “Next recipe?”
“Nigella’s.” Ethan said as he carried a blender over to the counter they were working.
Bryce and Tobias looked at each other. “A blender?”
Ethan picked up the paper and read. “The easiest way to make these is to put all the ingredients into a blender and blitz. But if you do mix up the batter by hand in a bowl, make a well in the flour, baking powder, salt and sugar, beat in the eggs, melted butter and milk, and transfer to a jug: it's much easier to pour the batter into the pan than to spoon it.”
Tobias shrugged. “If Nigella says blender, I guess we use a blender.”
Bryce set down the electric griddle they had used. “Let’s do this.”
Soon the batter was ready and Ethan poured some of the batter onto the griddle. “Should it spread like that?”
“It should not.”
While Ethan and Bryce gathered the second batch of pancakes and set them on the counter next to the first while Tobias assembled the ingredients and mixing bowls for the lemon ricotta pancakes. “Saved the best for last.”
Tobias stepped back to allow Ethan to mix the batter. “Careful you don’t overmix. Make sure it’s just combined.”
“I can read, Tobias.”
Soon Ethan was dropping the batter onto the griddle. Even Bryce looked impressed. “We may have a winner.”
Tobias smiled. “I knew it. Regular pancake were just too easy and not for you.” Within ten minutes the men sat at Ethan’s kitchen island to dig into the stacks of pancakes.
Tobias took the first bite and his eyes widened in horror. He used his fork to dig into the pancake pulling out a clump of ricotta cheese. “I warned you not to overmix. I should have also said don’t undermix.”
Bryce and Ethan both pushed their plates away. “At least these ones looked edible.”
Tobais looked at his watch. “It’s now past noon. Let’s go grab lunch. My treat.” Ethan looked at the mess spread over his kitchen. Tobias grabbed Ethan by the shoulders and turned him towards the door. “We’ll come back and help you clean your kitchen before Charley gets home.”
Four hours later Tobias pulled up in front of Ethan’s building. “Just drop me off.”
“No, Bryce and I will be happy to help you clean up, won’t we Bryce?”
“Yeah.”
“I got it. Thanks for trying to help me this morning.”
Ethan was soon unlocking his door. He stopped short as he saw Charley leaning against the island in the kitchen. “What happened here?”
“Bryce and Tobias decided to teach me how to make pancakes. It didn’t work, so we went out for lunch. I intended to have this mess cleaned up before you got home.”
She smiled as she glanced at him over her shoulder. ”I’ll help you clean the kitchen, then you can fix me Georgian stuffed chicken.”
Two weeks later Charley woke up alone in bed. She tipped her head as she heard voices from the kitchen. She headed down the hall and stopped out of sight of the kitchen.
Tobias’ voice floated back to her. “Man, the least you can do is let me have breakfast with you.”
“You’ve already eaten three!”
“I didn’t get to wish Charley a happy Sunday.” Tobias protested. “Are you going to tell her you didn’t make the pancakes?”
Charley heard plates clattering before Ethan said, “Here are plates for you and Bryce. Enjoy work and you should head to the hospital now.”
Charley smiled at the exchange between the two men, thinking back to the meeting with Tobias in Bloom’s sitting room. At that time, she would have never thought she would see them together, not that she would consider Tobias a treasured friend. She headed back to the bedroom as the front door closed behind Tobias.
Ethan returned to the bedroom, carrying a tray loaded with pancakes, bacon, and coffee. “Good morning!”
Charley yawn and stretched, sitting up in bed. “Breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion?”
“We’re both off today. It’s special enough for lemon ricotta pancakes.”
Charley dug her fork into the fluffy stack of pancakes. “Mmm. These are wonderful! I’ll have to thank Tobias next time I see him.”
“Tobias?”
“He helped with the recipe, right?”
“Oh, um. Yes, yes, he helped.”
As they enjoyed breakfast together, Ethan finally broke down. “Tobias made the pancakes!”
Charley threw back her head and laughed.
“You knew! He told you.”
She shook her head. “If you want to surprise me, you need to be quieter in the kitchen.”
Ethan grabbed the tray off the bed and carried it over to the dresser. He returned to bed and pulled Charley against him as she was still laughing.
“You need to stop laughing and I can think of one way to make you stop.”
Charley wrapped her arms around his neck, “Your methods are very effective.”
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The Way I Loved You- Chapter 3 Sneak Peek!
I know I’ve taken a lil while out of writing, but now I’m back and continuing my AU series The Way I Loved You
Ethan sits in the cold Diagnostics Team office all alone. And to his surprise, he in unhappy reflecting on the drastic changes in the last year of his life. A year ago he would have been rather contempt sitting alone in his office, leading the Diagnostics Team. Though that is no longer the case and he knows precisely why.
His Josie.
Or rather, an other man’s Josie now.
He shouldn’t care, he knows that. He was the one to set the boundaries. He was the one to leave. He was the one to end it. And yet all he wants is to run to her and fight like hell for her.
Thank you so much for reading!!❤️ I am super exciting to continue this series!
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I can’t wait for some TRR and OH @txemrn and thanks for the tag. 😊
There is something I can share this Sunday and it’s almost done. Hopefully coming out in the next couple days!
A little cute, a little funny and maybe a little angsty? It comes from an ask from a dear friend, this one’s for you Em, who shared a very funny adorable TikTok.
The title is still a work in progress but for now this will work.
Chaos - Tessa Martinez x Ethan Ramsey (Introducing Tessa’s sister, Talia and her nieces and nephew Maya, Mateo and Melody)
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“Did I miss Mateo’s turn at the plate?”
“He’s due up third in the next inning. So far the game is going smoothly.” Talia announces. “So what brings you out tonight Ethan?”
“Tess invited me. Am I missing something? The game should go smoothly, they know how to play right?” Ethan asks raising an eyebrow at Tessa.
“Melody those are not yours!” Talia cries out, before Tessa can share how well her nephews team plays.
Ethan, Tessa, Talia and Maya all watch Melody going in for a cheese covered round tortilla chip. Maya and Tessa laugh at the look of horror that washes over Ethan’s face as the little girl who tried shoving popcorn into his mouth, is now taking nachos from him, oblivious to her surroundings.
“Breathe Ethan. It’s ok, see.” Tessa winks at him before going for a cheese covered chip of her own.
The warm smooth liquid cheese meets saltiness as it touches her tastebuds, feeling some cheese on the corner of her mouth before she could wipe it off, Ethan reaches over without hesitation wiping it clean with the pad of his thumb. Tessa could feel two sets of eyes on them, staring at the small intimate moment that passes between her and Ethan.
“Are you Auntie Tessa’s boyfriend?” Melody innocently ask from her seat on Ethan’s lap.
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Masterlist Week 2
Immortal Desires
Indigo Night | Cassius Harlow x NB!MC; NB!OC - @aallotarenunelma
Open Heart
Abundance | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter
After Dark Part Two: Satisfaction Guaranteed | Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @storyofmychoices
Death Stare | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @headoverheelsforramsey
No One Else... Part 1 of 2 | Tobias Carrick x F!MC; Ethan Ramsey; Sienna Trinh - @jerzwriter
Not the Right Person | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Aurora Emery - @lucy-268
Sadie's Self Care Sunday #22 | F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Jackie Varma; Aurora Emery; Kyra Santana; Esme Ortega - @peonyblossom
Simple Pleasures | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter
The Unexpected Valentine | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Sienna Trinh; Bryce Lahela; Jackie Varma; Elijah Greene - @liaromancewriter
Unhealthy Snack | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect
Valentine Memories | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC; Alan Ramsey - @liaromancewriter
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The Galentine’s Day Queens | TRR F!MC; OH F!MC; TRR F!OC; TRR M!OC - @bebepac
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Until You Love Me
Chapter 2: I See Other People...
🖤 We're just getting started! Catch up here!
Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)
Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan's faithfulness, Casey Valentine's paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.
Chapter Summary: Trying to make sense of Tatum's unusual behavior, Casey tries to spy on her as she interacts with Ethan
Music Inspo: "Paparazzi" - Kim Dracula
Word Count: ~2500
Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations, gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use
A/N: I am participating in week 2 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #2: “I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.” The prompt will be in bold.
A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to my sweet friends that helped me brainstorm and pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta'd, so please forgive my errors.
~🖤~
‘Do I know you?'
Tatum’s response replays in my head, sending crippling embarrassment through every cell in my being. This can’t be happening. Surely I misheard her. I nervously titter. “Um yeah,” I fiddle with my fingers, “I’m pretty sure we know each other.”
Confusion etches across her face as she closes the chart. “I’m sorry,” she quickly shakes her head as if to clear the uncertainty from her own mind. “I’m new to Edenbrook–to Boston, actually, and I’ve met and seen so many new faces. My apologies for not remembering,” she holds out her hand for mine, her charming smile brightly painting across her soft lips. “I’m Tatum Erikson.”
‘Apologies for not remembering’? Am I going crazy? How could she possibly forget last night?
I can’t.
And probably never will.
I can still feel her teeth grazing against my most sensitive of areas, her fingers spreading me apart for her tongue to lap up my arousal. When my orgasm tore through me, she tenderly stroked me through my euphoric bliss, her swift teasing sending me into another one.
It was incredible. And she left me starving for more.
But, she doesn’t remember?
The searing burn of bile touches the back of my throat as the room begins to spin. I try to act casual and offer her a friendly smile, but her stare says it all: her eyes are penetrating me with confused judgment; a carefully-groomed eyebrow cocks itself into a high, curious arch; the corners of her rosy lips turn downward the longer the silence festers between us, and she finally puts her arm down.
Damnit. Say something, Casey…
“Um…” I snicker, “right.” I thump my palm jokingly across my forehead. “Sorry, I–I’m Casey,” I stutter, “Casey Valentine.”
Tatum’s eyes widen in realization. “Casey Valentine,” she enunciates slowly, her eyes taking in my whole body as she softly titters under her breath.
She does remember.
I blush, coyly chuckling to myself. I breathe a sigh of relief. “I was nervous you forgot about last night–”
“Last night?” Tatum questions. “At… Donahue’s?”
I blush again, covering my face. “Yeah,” I quietly whisper, combing my strawberry blonde wisps behind my ears, “and… well, with what happened in the bathroom.”
I feel a swirl of heat creep up my neck, a thirsty ache growing between my legs as I remember our impromptu intimate moment together. And I can see she’s remembering it, too as she fumbles with her papers, a rosy pink appearing across her cheeks.
“Um,” she clears her throat, “does Ethan know… um–?”
Shit, is she starting to regret it, too?
“No,” I interject. “But, it’s okay,” I smile. “We can just… keep it between us.”
“Whatever,” Tatum mutters under her breath, chaotically packing up her charts. With the clicking of her heels, she marches down the hallway that connects the emergency department with the rest of the hospital.
I sigh to myself, raking my fingers through my hair. That could’ve gone better… it definitely could’ve been worse.
I glance around the department, pinpointing the interns. Hopefully none of them saw that exchange. I definitely don’t need this situation growing out of control… and getting back to Ethan. I know it would only upset him.
I can’t help but smile as I watch this new batch of doctors with their patients, gathering information so they can successfully diagnose and treat. They seem to have everything under control without my help for now.
Gently shaking my watch down my wrist, I look to see that it’s just after 8AM. Ethan is usually halfway through his first cup of coffee, but that idiot… I laugh to myself thinking about it. He never eats anything with it. And he wonders why he’s chewing on Tums by lunchtime.
I better grab him a croissant.
Or maybe a cranberry orange scone.
He seemed to enjoy that the other day when he had his private meeting with Bloom. He looked so distressed, so disgruntled during their conversation, but when he had his pastries delivered…
I touch my fingers to my heart, the memory of that beautiful, crooked grin curling across his face… I exhale heavily, my eyes fluttering closed.
I love making him happy.
Looking back to my first year residents and seeing that they under control, I decide to take a detour in my day. Humming to myself, I exit the emergency department, reaching the main corridor of Edenbrook. As per usual, it is busy with the Monday morning bustle; it’s comforting being here and watching everything.
I casually make my way up the back staircase, dodging healthcare providers coming and going. Ethan’s glass-enclosed office looks out over the commons; it’s the first thing you notice once you’ve reached the second level. As I draw closer, I can see him leaning against his desk, and my heart skips a beat. I didn’t realize he didn’t shave this morning. I mean, it was a late night, but he knows I love his stubble.
And he’s laughing. I love seeing him in a good mood; it fills my heart with so much joy knowing that he’s having a good day so far. I wonder what’s making him so happy–
I freeze in my tracks, my mouth running dry, as a large lump forms in my throat.
No… No… it can’t be.
I clench my eyelids closed, thinking maybe my contacts are blurry, or–or maybe I’m imagining things. But when I slowly open my eyes again, she is still there.
What the hell is Tatum doing in there? With my Ethan?
I slink behind a planter, hiding from their view as I continue to watch the scene unfold in his office. Tatum is casually sitting in a chair, her long legs crossed, and the hem of that red dress laying uncomfortable short across her knee.
Perfect.
They giggle every so often, Ethan tossing his head forward with his hands in his pockets, but his crystal blue gaze remains fixed on her.
Are they flirting?
Determined with curiosity, I inch myself closer to the open office door. I need to know what they're talking about.
I lean in.
Closer.
"...in the bathroom at Donahue's."
"What?" Ethan scoffs, crossing his arms. "Are you kidding me?"
Shit! Why is she telling him? It was supposed to stay between us!
Anger bubbles in my veins as I slowly back away from the office. Fuck, Tatum! How could she betray me like this? And of all people to tell, she told my Ethan!
Oh God…
My love… he knows.
Shit. Shit. Shit…
"Valentine?"
I abruptly pivot around towards the smooth, soulful deep voice, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Dr. Carrick!" I try to play it cool. "H–how are you?"
He towers over me with his hands on his hips, his handsome stormy eyes pierce curiosity into mine. "I'm fine," he answers, almost like he's asking me a question. He looks to Ethan's open door and back to me. "What… are you doing here? Does he know–?" He motions to me with his finger and back to the office.
"Yes!" I smile, "Sorta… I'm just stopping by to say hi, but he's in a meeting with um, uh… with–"
He quietly whistles through his teeth, crossing his arms as he stares at the blonde bombshell sitting in the office. "Tatum Erikson." He tries to stifle his flirty grin, but he can't help himself. "That is one…" he pauses for a moment to drag his tongue across his bottom teeth, "... gifted woman."
What does that mean? Has she slept with him, too?
"Yeah," I choke out, "she's, um, something. H–how do you know her?"
"Hopkins," he dryly replies, staring intently at Tatum. "She was one of the top students in our class. Even beat out me and Ramsey."
I nod slowly, continuing to watch the interaction between Ethan and Tatum. They would grow serious until one of them would break the tension, and they would both fall into a fit of giggles. She would occasional swat his arm, or he would give her that adorable crooked smile, his way of checking to see if she caught his dry humor.
They get along well, just like old friends do.
Or lovers.
Stop it, Casey.
"Tobias," I clear my throat, trying to act casual. "Did Ethan and Tatum–"
"Case," he interrupts, stepping in front of me to block my view. He places his large hands on my shoulders, offering me a smile drenched with pity. "Don't." He shakes his head. "Don't do this to yourself, sweetie."
I look down at my Danskos, feeling so foolish. I begin to wring my hands as I slowly nod my head in understanding.
He pats the back of my shoulder. "Now go on. Get out of here," he smirks as he saunters away, pulling out his phone to continue with his day.
Tobias is right. I trust Ethan. He has never given me a reason to question him. He's absolutely perfect.
He loves me.
I glance back to his office one more time only to find Tatum standing at his side looking over his shoulder as they look at a patient’s chart together. Their eyes meet… and linger just a little too long on one another.
I feel my heart begin to drop as my hands grow cold and clammy. I take a step towards the office–
Stop it.
I know he loves me.
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The morning has flown by, and I am quite happy with how my first day is turning out. My interns are sharp; they are doing an excellent job in the pit with assessing, diagnosing and treating patients. They barely even need me.
It's a gorgeous summer day outside, so I'm hoping to enjoy my lunch at a picnic table in one of the atriums of the hospital. I wish Ethan could come out and enjoy the weather with me, but no doubt his first day with new staff is incredibly busy. I'm trying my best to stay out of his way.
With my lunchbox in hand, I saunter through the telemetry unit, humming to myself when suddenly, a slender arm links with mine and yanks me out of the flow of traffic. Slightly disoriented, I look up and recognize the gorgeous specimen standing in front of me.
"Tatum?"
She holds a finger to her mouth as she looks up and down the hall, ensuring the coast is clear. She laces her fingers with mine before jerking me into a dark medical supply closet.
Watching her close the door, I curiously watch her figure step closer towards me.
"Tatum," I whisper, my nerves igniting with excitement. "What are you–?"
Her supple lips instantly find mine, as she pushes my body up against the shelving units, boxes of gauze and bandages scattering all around us. Slinking a hand behind my neck, our kiss becomes ravenous, our tongues dancing fluidly with one another.
I gasp as I feel her fingers unfasten my slacks.
And I push her away.
"Tatum, stop." I furrow my eyebrows at her at she gives me a stunned look.
She carefully comes back over to me, gently resting the back of her finger against my cheek. "What's wrong, doll?"
I push her hand away as I comb my fingers into my hair, bowing my head forward. "I… I'm so confused."
She saddles up next to me, her eyes locked on mine. "About what?"
"'About what'?" I blow a raspberry as the stinging prick of tears fill my eyes. "Tatum, you treated me like you didn't know me this morning–"
"Casey… " she croons.
"--and after last night," I sigh slowly. "You really hurt me."
"Doll," she whispers sympathetically. She cups my cheek, gently caressing my soft skin with her thumb. "I'm so sorry I had to do that."
"'Had to'?"
"Of course," she takes a hold of my other hand, bringing the back of it to her lips. "To protect you–to protect this between us."
I give her an inquisitive look as she kisses my hand again, this time her lips gently sucking on me.
"Listen, doll," Tatum leans in closer to my face. "There were a lot of people around this morning, watching us and our every move." Her expression becomes more concerned. "I didn't want what we had last night getting out and getting us in trouble. Especially with Ethan."
She closes her eyes to kiss me, but I turn my face away. "But you went to Ethan anyway. And told him." I grumble. "I saw you. And I heard you telling him."
"Casey doll," she shakes her head, "I swung by Ethan's office this morning to discuss a case that may need to involve the ethics committee." She stares endearingly into my eyes, stroking my face. "He then asked if I got to meet his beautiful girlfriend last night, and I told him I did, and that we even had a girlfriend bonding sesh in the bathroom." Tatum places an arm above our heads, leaning against the racks of supplies as her body presses closer into mine. "He's clueless, doll," she whispers. "He's not going to find out about–"
"But what's with the flirting, Tatum?" I blurt out.
"Flirting?" She sardonically snickers. "I don't know if you know this, but Ethan and I go way back. We're just friends." She starts to play with my hair, twirling it between her fingertips. "Besides… I kinda have my sights set on–" her eyes seductively track from my tresses back to my eyes. "Someone else."
"Really?"
She smirks. "What do you think?" She slowly grazes my mouth with hers, my lips tingling upon impact.
I shrug off my white coat as she hurriedly unbuttons my shirt, caressing, tasting each and every inch and curve of my bare body.
She really is incredible. And she makes me feel like an absolute goddess when she touches me.
But what about Ethan?
Suddenly, an ear piercing alarm sounds from the hallway. A fire alarm.
Fuck.
I eagerly put my top back on when Tatum puts a hand on mine, making me stop. "And what do you think you're doing?"
She's joking, right? "It's the fire alarm. We need to get out of the–"
Tatum takes my hand, slipping it under her dress and between her legs. No panties. Feeling her warm and already dripping wet makes me shutter. "Tatum, we can't–"
“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this,” she giggles, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes.
She grabs my wrist, bringing my hand to her mouth. She begins to lick her own arousal from my fingers, her tongue gliding in and out, between my fingertips.
Oh God…
A deep burning builds in my belly as I watch her untie her wrap dress, allowing it to fall from her own body and pool around her toes.
"Touch me, Casey."
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ETHAN X F!MC: PURE FLUFF
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Waiting - @lucy-268
Charley wants a quiet dinner, but a stranger insists on bothering her.
Waiting - @perriewinklenerdie
Ethan and Tobias talk as they wait for the surgery to be over. ft. cute moments between Ethan and Claire
Feat. Soon-to-be Besties E & T
Waiting - @trappedinfanfiction
When you are working as a doctor, sometimes your private plans have to step aside. But as two experienced doctors, Ethan and Celia still makes the best of it.
Waking Up - @casey-v
Set after the 30 diamond car scene of 2.12
Warm - @perriewinklenerdie
Rain catches him right in the middle of his walk towards her apartment. Claire helps him warm up.
Warm Hearts - @genevievemd
Ethan comes home after a long day do his wife and baby.
We'll Give the World to You - @jamespotterthefirst
Ethan and Lilac meet their son.
We're Golden - @irisofpurple
Ethan and Lana go on their first official date.
Wednesday Morning - @writinghereandthere
On a Wednesday morning, Ethan and Mariana get ready and head to work together.
Welcome - @takeharryandgo 🩺
Ethan is faced with one of the many, less desirable aspects of his new position. Set after book 3.
Welcome To The Team - @lem-20
Ethan isn’t happy about the new addition to the diagnostics team.
Wet Thrill - @utterlyinevitable
They get caught in the rain and her place is the closest. Ethan has no choice but to change into her clothes. Friends to Lovers AU.
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve - @lucy-268 🌟
Charley and Bryce were FWB; then she kissed Ethan in Miami. New Year’s Eve during intern year.
Feat. Bryce x F!MC
What haunts you at night - @perriewinklenerdie
He’s been having nightmares, night after night. She was by his side through each of them, every night.
What's Cooking? - @jerzwriter
Ethan wakes up to an unusual surprise.
What’s For Dinner - @utterlyinevitable
MC embarrassed Ethan at work and later that night he makes her pay for it.
What Now? - @potionsprefect
When Luke and Lily finally fall asleep, Victoria and Ethan wonder what they should do.
What’s That Look For - @socalwriterbee
At the end of her rope, Tessa has something to ask Ethan. Can she get him to agree to this idea of hers?
What the Heart Wants - @potionsprefect
What she wants is what she’s not allowed.
What’s the Tea? - @potionsprefect
Victoria’s brother and sister come to Boston for a catch up.
When It Rains - @a-crepusculo
A little dance underneath the gentle drizzle.
When They Knew - @takeharryandgo
The moment each discovered Ethan and Meredith’s feelings for each other.
When We First Met - @amortentiaopenheart
Prompt: When we first met, I had no idea that you'd become this important to me.
When you are away - @perriewinklenerdie
They sleep best when they are together.
When life gets in the way - @coffeeheartaddict2
Casey received some unexpected news that expedites some plans.
Where It All Started - @aworldoffandoms
Ethan’s got the blessing, he has the ring…but is he ready to take the plunge
Where the Love-light Gleams - @takemyopenheart 🎄
Christmas time is here, and Ethan has a very important question to ask Luz.
Where We Belong - @jamespotterthefirst
Waking up to her boyfriend making breakfast for her? What did she do to deserve him?
Wind down - @perriewinklenerdie
A stressful day leaved Ethan in need of a distraction. And Claire might just have a solution.
Wine and flying mistletoes - @perriewinklenerdie 🎄
Christmas comes around, and two doctors are spending them alone. Or together, if they play their cards right.
Wine Drunk - @peonyblossom
When Sadie goes over to Ethan's place to help work on a case after-hours, they both get a little too wine drunk to be productive.
Winning - @perriewinklenerdie
Ethan takes it upon himself to stop Claire from overworking herself. Prompt used: "You're overworking yourself. Please take a break.
Winter- @writinghereandthere
Miami-born-and-bred Mariana struggles during a tough Bostonian winter and enlists advice from Ethan.
With A Side of Mustard - @txemrn Ⓜ
Was there an item Tatum and Ethan bought for their baby that became special because the other parent chose it?
With all my heart - @bi-cookie
A messy kitchen, an old pup, and one slow dance Leads to an unexpected proposal.
With Thanks - @aworldoffandoms
MC has a nice thanksgiving dinner with the people closest to her
Wild - @starrystarrytrouble
Ethan takes MC on their first real date to a place she doesn’t expect.
Will You Still Love Me - @txemrn Ⓜ
Tatum feels insecure about her body.
Winner Take All - @lucy-268
Charley talks with both Tobias and Ethan. This follows the fic People Can Surprise You.
Feat. Tobias Carrick
Wise Men Say... - @genevievemd
Ethan and Gen dance during Ines’s wedding before sneaking off.
Wonderstruck - @liaromancewriter
Cassie and Ethan spend a day at the beach with their girls.
Work Intrudes - @lucy-268
When work intrudes on their vacation, Charley is not having it.
Working Late - @storyofmychoices
Ellie finds Ethan in his office working late.
Worth The Wait - @potionsprefect
He had to cancel earlier plans, but he has something bigger in store for her.
Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast - @brooks-eden
He catches her while she’s trying to surprise him with breakfast.
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Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC
Rating: Teen
Author: @zealouscanonindeer
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