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Oh, Christmas Tree!
Book: Open Heart
Characters: Ethan Ramsey x Tessa Martinez (FMC)
Rating/Warning: Teen/Fluff
Word Count: 982
Summary: Ethan and Tessa's niece (Melody) are on the look out for a Christmas Tree, only to find out that the tree they are looking for his for his home.
A/N: It's been a minute since I've posted on a story on here and a few weeks ago I got this idea from a conversation about a christmas tree farm with @cariantha @txemrn and @peonierose. I hope it this is ok Cari, it got my mind going. I would also like to thank you for the little something I will be adding at the end. I absolutely love it!!
A/N 2: This was quickly edited, sorry for any errors and typos.
A/N 3: My posts will not have any tags, if you happen to stumble upon this story, Thank you for taking the time to read, like and/or share! Hope you enjoy!
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Happy Holidays!
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The sun sat bright in the sky, only giving some warmth to a cold December morning, the smell of pines surrounding them. Ethan found himself in search for the perfect Christmas Tree. Tessa was somewhere else with the rest of her family at a local Christmas Tree farm that was just outside the city limits. The ground crunched under his shoes as he tried to keep up with the little girl in front of him.
It wouldn’t be hard to lose sight of her they way she was dressed, black pants, shoes that lit up with each step she took paired with a ‘ugly sweater’ as Melody called it and a beanie with a white pom right on top.
Ethan knew if he did not have her in his eye sight she would turn and go off on one of her adventures, where he would call out for her and he would only hear her soft giggles when she hid from him.
Ethan sighed, he had been bested by Mel more times than he cared to admit. “Have you seen one you like?”
Melody answers him with a simple shake of her head.
What she was looking for Ethan had no clue, they passed trees he would have chosen, full, a nice shape to them, height was perfect for Talia’s family home.
They were all here when Talia mentioned to Tessa and him about doing this when they went over to her home a couple weeks ago. Tessa’s sister was trying to work around their hospital schedule, Ethan found it quite nice to be included in their family activities and memories.
He watched Melody stop in front of tree, it stood only a few inches taller than her. Ethan came to a stop next to her, looking down he saw the cold had nipped at her nose making the tip rosy.
He felt the opposite of a chill when Melody’s warm little hand settled into his. “This one Uncle Ethan.”
The words he wanted to say died on the tip of his tongue but that didn’t stop him from thinking them in his head. The tree in question was quite sad, he tilted his head to the side while he took it in, it was more branches than anything, the needles sparse.
“Mel, are you sure?” He asked, she had to be mistaken the space meant for the Christmas Tree in her family room would swallow this little runt up. “We passed by a lot more bigger ones…”
“But I like this one.”
Alright.
How was Ethan going to sell this one to Tessa and her sister, he saw a smile spread across Melody’s little face and he knew that this little tree was going home with them. He could already hear Tessa, “that little girl has you wrapped around her finger.”
“I guess we could make room for two trees in the family room.” Ethan said.
He started pulling out his phone to call Tessa, when Melody’s voice stopped him. “No, Uncle Ethan it’s for you. Auntie Tess said we could decorate a tree for you.”
Ethan tucks his phone back into his coat and drops down to the four year old’s height, sort of he was still a couple inches taller but that didn’t stop her brown eyes from locking with his. “I don’t need one, sweetheart.”
Her little arms wrapped around his neck, Ethan lets out an oomph as he balances the two of them from the force of her hug. “I don’t want you to become a grinch.”
A grinch? Tessa. Ethan shook his head before taking the little girl in his arms, balancing her as he stands them up. “I won’t become a grinch.”
“But you don’t have any Christmas decorations, how will Santa find you to leave presents.”
“Oh.” Santa, right. Ethan tickles Melody, feeling her wiggle and her infectious laugh fill the air, it’s a quick distraction, one he hopes will buy him some time to come up with something.
When she stopped laughing, Ethan turned them back to the tree in question. “You really like this one?”
Melody nods.
“There you guys are.” Ethan and Melody turn to see Tessa making her way towards them. “What did you two find?”
“Auntie.” Melody calls out, trying to wiggle out of Ethan’s arms, before she can fall, he places her down and watches her run towards her aunt.
“Did you find it Ladybug?” Tessa asks.
“Santa is going to like it aaalot.”
“Is he? Show me which one.”
Ethan watched the interaction between aunt and niece before they made their way to him and the tree he stood in front of. When they reached Ethan, he heard Tessa let out a soft laugh before she turned to him. Tessa was biting her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing even further.
Ethan leans down and places a kiss at the corner of Tessa mouth, “This has you written all over it.”
Tessa’s eyes go wide. “Me?”
“You’re the only one who calls me a grinch.” Ethan says wrapping an arms around Tessa and bringing her into him. “And you’ve been trying to get me to decorate, so you enlist a child to do your bidding.”
The two of them look out in front them, Melody skipping around Ethan’s tree singing a Christmas song he doesn’t recognize.
“Did it work?”
Ethan doesn’t answer her because Tessa already knows the answer. “This is the one Mel.”
Melody stops skipping and singing to only start jumping with excitement. “I did it Auntie Tess.”
“Yes, you did Ladybug.”
“I picked the ugliest tree like you said.”
Tessa slipped out of Ethan’s embrace before he could say anything that Melody could hear. Ethan could only laugh to himself, he had fallen once more to the mischief niece and aunt came up with.
This time it was with a little holiday spirit.
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Newborn Love
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Irressistible Force Paradox: Chapter Three - An Open Heart Fic
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Ethan accuses Rory of the unthinkable and Rory fights his growing attraction to his former medical hero.
September 14th. 5:49 p.m.
Oh hell.
I freeze in place, fear momentarily short-circuiting my brain as Ramsey glares at me.
Do you never go home old man!?
“Rookie, you and I n - ”
“You’re a miracle worker!” Sarah gasps, interrupting Dr. Ramsey. “Do you think she’d take a bottle now? She hasn’t had anything to eat for hours.”
I smile down at Emily. “I think that’d be just fine.”
Sarah beams at me and rushes towards Emily’s diapers bag while Jason sags against the doorframe in relief.
“Since Emily is resting now, you and I have some things we need to discuss, Dr. O’Shea.” Ramsey gives me a stern look and nods towards the hallway.
“Um, actually I had something I wanted to show you, Dr. Ramsey,” I meekly reply, using my free hand to motion him closer.
“Dr. O’Shea - ”
“Please,” I implore him softly. “I think it might be important.”
He relents, sighing and stepping closer. “What is it, Rookie?”
I lower my voice to barely a whisper. “I noticed when I unlocked my phone to play some music Emily flinched away from the screen, almost like the brightness hurt her eyes.”
“There could be any number of explanations for that.”
“Her reflexes are sluggish, that combined with the fever, the irritability, not eating - ”
“Look, Rookie.” Ethan puts a hand on my shoulder. “I can appreciate that you want to help, but all these symptoms can be attributed to the sepsis. You’ve managed to calm her down and I’m sure her parents are grateful, but leave her case to the diagnostics team.”
Insufferable. Completely, absolutely insufferable. And gorgeous. And tall. And so completely climbable. I loathe him.
Ramsey’s eyes widen and a small sound of protest leaves his mouth as I grab his hand and gently guide his fingers to the top of Emily’s head. His face pales as his fingertips brush over the swelling that’s nearly invisible under her dark curls.
“As I was saying, all of those symptoms combined with the severe swelling of her fontanelle, makes me think the sepsis was brought on by a severe case of meningitis,” I murmur.
Ramsey gazes down at me steadily. “You think? I’m not going to subject an infant to a spinal tap based on your guess.”
I grit my teeth and inhale deeply. “I know. I know this is meningitis.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” he says. “I’ll page Naveen and call for an anesthesiologist. Once we confirm, we’ll need to pinpoint what variant of meningitis we’re specifically dealing with.”
“Dr. O’Shea? I have Emily’s bottle ready.” Sarah steps forward and takes Emily from me, gently cradling the little girl in her arms and offering her the bottle.
I turn to leave but the sight of a can of formula sticking out of Emily’s diaper bag stops me.
“Sarah? Has Emily always been formula fed?” I ask.
Her face falls. “Is that a problem? I was never able to produce enough milk for her, so we had to formula feed.”
“No, not at all,” I hurriedly reassure her. “As long as our girl gets fed, that’s all that matters.”
“What are you thinking, Rookie?” Ramsey whispers, his warm breath ghosting over my ear.
A pleasant shiver runs through me, and I almost start to lean into him, my traitorous body reacting to his close proximity.
Get it together.
“Bacterial meningitis caused by cronobacter sakazakii.” I murmur, tilting my head towards the formula can.
Ramsey’s eyes widen. “My god,” he whispers. “Stay here and update the parents. I’m getting the rest of the team.”
Not thinking, I reach out and grab his arm before he can walk away. He must be able to see the panic on my face because he takes my hand in his and squeezes it once.
“You can do this, Rookie. Walk them through your theory and what’s going to happen next. I’ll be back soon.”
10:30 p.m.
Through the window of the hospital room I watch Emily rest, an IV inserted in the crook of her tiny arm. Jason and Sarah doze fitfully in armchairs positioned next to her crib. Emily is sleeping soundly, her face no longer flushed with a fever; a sure sign the intravenous antibiotics are working. My shift ended three hours ago, but I can’t bring myself to leave, worried that the minute I walk out of the hospital something awful will happen.
“What are you still doing here, Rookie?”
“Could ask you the same thing, Dr. Ramsey,” I reply, my eyes never leaving Emily’s sleeping form.
“This isn’t even your case.” A hard edge creeps into Ramsey’s voice.
“Are you saying I should only care about the patients that I’m assigned to?”
Ramsey sighs, scratching at the thick stubble on his jaw. “Of course not. A good doctor will care about every patient that walks through those doors, whether they’re assigned to them or not. But I’m not convinced anything you did this afternoon was because you cared about the patient.”
I turn to face him and cross my arms over my chest, scowling. “Excuse me?”
“You think any other physician here would have let you get away with that little stunt you pulled this afternoon?” Ramsey steps closer, towering over me, and I fight the urge to back away from him.
“If you hadn’t made that solve I would have had your job, Rookie,” he continues, his voice low and dark. “Attention-seeking stunts like that won’t land you a spot on the diagnostics team, so if you ever even think about doing something like this again you will be out on your ass.”
I blink, momentarily stunned into silence. “You think I helped Emily just to get noticed by the diagnostics team?” I finally manage to ask, unable to keep a note of hurt out of my voice.
Ramsey rolls his eyes. “I see it every year, ambitious interns who think that if they pull off an impressive solve -”
“You think I would use a sick child to further my career?” I seethe, drawing myself up to my full five feet four inches. I move closer, invading his personal space and jabbing a finger into his muscled chest. “I was waiting for test results on the one case I had, so I offered to sit with Emily so Jason and Sarah could get some rest.”
His handsome face shifts into a disdainful sneer. “So you abandoned your own patient to help mine.”
“I was partnered with Dr. Landry on that case, and he had no issues proceeding on his own for an hour or two while I assisted Jason and Sara. I’m surprised you don’t remember that since you went out of your way to try and humiliate him when we presented earlier today,” I hiss.
Ramsey has the good grace to momentarily look abashed, and he breaks eye contact with me as his cheeks flush a faint pink. He clears his throat. “Now that you have mentioned it I do seem to recall -”
“I didn’t do this to get noticed by the diagnostics team,” I continue, poking him again. “I did it because I saw a pair of scared, first time parents falling apart because their baby was sick and inconsolable. I did it because that family needed help.”
Ramsey catches my hand in his, sending a pleasant thrill through me, and gently pulls it away from his chest. “I may have been hasty in my initial assessment of your motivations,” he says slowly.
I rip my hand away from him, cradling it against my chest. “Don’t ever fucking touch me again.”
I turn and hurry down the hallway, trying to ignore the way my body responded to Ramsey’s touch, and how much his accusation had hurt.
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September 17. 9:30 p.m.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit!” I mutter, sitting on the floor behind the intake desk and looking through the lost and found box. I’d spent the whole day moving into a new apartment and the last thing I want to be doing is searching for my I.D. badge, but if I don’t have it tomorrow morning it will be just one more excuse for Ramsey to get on my case. And after our last encounter outside Emily’s hospital room, I’ve been avoiding him at all costs. I eventually find it among the sea of tangled lanyards and other bits and bobs that my fellow doctors have misplaced.
I shove the box back into place and start to stand up, wincing as the blood flows back into my lower legs. I immediately crouch back down as raised voices carry down the corridor and draw nearer to the waiting area. I peek over the edge of the desk, watching Ramsey throw his hands up in the air and scowl at Dr. Banerji.
“You can’t do this, Naveen! I won’t let you!” Ramsey shouts, angrily running his hands through his hair as he paces back and forth.
“It must be done, Ethan,” Dr. Banerji says placidly. “Not everything is in your control. It’s time you finally learned that.”
“You are not my teacher anymore!”
Naveen gently smiles at him. “I am always your teacher.”
“Goddamnit Naveen!” I involuntarily gasp as Ramsey slams his fist into the wall. Dr. Banerji sighs softly before walking away, Ramsey staring miserably after him.
What. The. Fuck.
Faced with the choice of hiding here until Ramsey overcomes whatever internal crisis he’s going through or facing him directly… I decide to nut up. I slowly emerge from my hiding space without him noticing me. I strongly consider just sneaking away, but then I notice the blood. I wage a brief internal battle before making my choice.
“Dr. Ramsey?” I call out softly.
He whirls around to face me, eyes wide. Once he recognizes me his eyes narrow and he scowls. “Spying on me, Dr. O’Shea?”
“It’s adorable that you think I’d waste my very limited free time on you,” I snark back.
“How much did you see?” he asks, clenching his jaw.
My god, that jawline… Focus, Rory!
I shrug. “Enough.”
“If you speak a word about this to anyone -”
“You’re bleeding,” I interrupt.
He stares down at his hand in confusion. “I didn’t realize…”
“Come on,” I sigh. “Let’s get it taken care of.”
Ramsey’s shoulders stiffen. “I am perfectly capable of -”
I roll my eyes. “Do not fear Dr. Ramsey, even I, a lowly intern, know how to patch up busted knuckles. Just let me help.”
He refuses to move, so I grab onto the end of his tie and gently tug him towards an empty patient room. Too shocked to protest, he obediently follows me. Once we’re in the room I shut the door to prevent any prying eyes, and direct him to sit on the edge of the hospitable bed while I glove up and gather all the necessary items. I sit next to him and tentatively take his hand, surprised by just how much larger it is than mine.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, soaking a gauze pad in saline solution and dabbing away the drying blood on Ramsey’s knuckles.
“No,” he says tersely, refusing to look at me.
“Ok,” I murmur, focusing my attention on my work. Some of my hair falls out of my ponytail and into my eyes. “Damn.”
“Let me.” Ramsey’s voice is rough and there’s a slight hitch in his breathing. He extends his uninjured hand, pausing just short of touching me. I tilt my head up, allowing him to move the loose hair out of my eyes. His fingertips brush against the shell of my ear, lightly trailing over the curve of my jaw as he withdraws his hand; the scrap of his calloused skin against my light five o’clock shadow causes a pleasant shiver to run through me.
I peer up at him over the rims over my glasses. “Thank you,” I whisper, suddenly feeling nervous.
He doesn’t reply as his blue eyes rove over me, taking in every detail. “Why are you doing this?” he finally asks.
I shake my head, breaking the temporary spell he had seemingly cast over me. “You hurt yourself,” I say, annoyed at how breathless I sound. I snap my eyes back down to his hand, gently dabbing antiseptic cream over his cuts.
He laughs softly, the sound dark and seductive in the close quarters of the small hospital room. “I’m fairly sure I could have managed a band-aid or two, Rookie.”
I shake my head, biting my lower lip as I concentrate on precisely placing steri-strips over his broken skin. “I don’t know,” I finally mutter.
“You’re so different from the others,” Ramsey whispers, almost to himself.
I snap my gloves off and gather up my trash, depositing it in the appropriate disposal bins under Ramsey’s intense gaze. “I need to go, Dr. Ramsey. My roommates are -”
The words stutter in my chest as Ramsey stands up and catches one of my hands in his. “I owe you an apology.”
My brain short circuits at the feel of his fingertips caressing my palm, a barely there sensation that instantly makes me wonder what that touch would feel like on other parts of my body. “W-what?” I stammer.
“For accusing you of using Emily’s case to further your career,” he clarifies. “It was an unfair assumption on my part, and I apologize.”
Just like that the spell is broken, the mere mention of his accusation enough infuriate me all over again. Glaring, I jerk away from him, resolutely ignoring the faint pang of disappointment that thrums through my body as I do. “You can take your apology and shove it up - ”
“Rookie.” The word is a growled warning, and Ramsey has gone from contrite to furious.
“Have a nice night, Dr. Ramsey,” I say venomously as I leave the hospital room, rubbing my palm against my thigh, wishing I could erase the feeling of his touch.
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Ethan Ramsey x M!MC
Book: Open Heart
Pairing/Characters: Ethan Ramsey x Lars Valentine (M!OC)
Rating: G
Warnings: Homophobia
Category: fluff
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Summary: Lars is about to meet the parents of the love of his life. There’s something Ethan forgot to mention to them.
A/N: Just wanted to write a quick little fluff oneshot
“I’m so excited to meet the people who raised such a well rounded, handsome, young man!” Lars purrs as he places a gentle hand on his taller boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Well if you like me I’m sure you’ll despise them.” Ethan teases with a faint smile.
“Come on they can’t be that bad.” Lars rolls his gray eyes.
“Oh trust me, my love, they’re intolerable.” Ethan sighs dragging his large hands across his face.
“I’m not worried. They’ll love me! Older people always seem to take a fancy to me.” He says with faux cockiness as he embellishes his statement with a flick of the wrist.
“Is that so? That must explain why I like you then. Because I’m just so old.” Ethan chuckles as he rolls his eyes.
“Aww! I love my little old man!” Lars coos as he pinches Ethan’s cheeks.
Silence falls before Ethan speaks.
“On a more serious note. How did you come out to your parents?” He asks with a frown.
“Well, my parents said they always suspected I wasn’t like the other boys I grew up with. We kinda just had a mutual agreement to not really mention it, I guess. Not that it would have bothered them. I’m fortunate enough to have understanding, excepting parents. There wasn’t really a point until I started dating. Then I confirmed their suspicions by bring my boyfriend over for dinner one night.” Lars explains.
“What about you?” Lars finishes.
“I guess it will be the same was as you.” Ethan says biting his lower lip.
“It ‘will be’? Ethan…they don’t know?” Lars asks in a concerned, hushed tone.
“Not yet.” He says as his breathing starts to get faster.
“Ethan…” Lars frowns.
“I’m sorry, Lars. I should have told you. Asked if you were okay with being part of this. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this.” He sighs deeply.
“Don’t apologize. I want to help you. But it makes it a lot easier for both of us if you talk to me.”
“Lars, what would I do without you?” Ethan starts to perk up.
“Come on, Eth, let’s go do this together. Before we go in, take a deep breathe and remember I love you and I’m so proud of you for doing this. I’ll be right next to you every step of the way.”
Ethan straightens his back, holds his head up, brushes his suit, and takes Lars’ hand in his before marching towards the front door of his childhood home.
I wrote this in kinda a rush. It’s sloppy and short but I still think it’s cute. I’ve never written for these characters (or really any same sex couple) before and I’m still getting use to Tumblr so forgive me for any mistakes. I felt it was my obligation to add at least one piece of EthanxM!MC fan fiction to this world.
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The First Meeting
Rory O'Shea begins his first day at Edenbrook Hospital and learns that whoever coined the term 'never meet your heroes' was absolutely right. Ethan Ramsey goes head-to-head with the new intern as Edenbrook becomes a battleground between the two headstrong doctors.
I hate him. What a smug, condescending, arrogant, handsome… ugh! How is someone with a personality that repulsive so attractive? He’s definitive proof that God really does have favorites -
“What are we staring at?” someone whispers in my ear, their warm breath tickling the side of my neck.
I let out a startled yelp and drop my charts, drawing the attention of the object of my ire. Bryce chuckles and bends down to retrieve them while Jackie tries to hide her smile behind her own charts. Dr. Ramsey glances over at us impassively, meeting my eyes for the briefest moment before turning away. I continue glaring at him even as I swipe my charts out of Bryce’s hand, trying to telepathically implode his brain with my eyeballs.
“Why are we staring at Dr. Ramsey?” Bryce stage whispers again.
“We are not staring at him. I am trying to explode his big, stupid head with the power of my mind,” I mutter.
“Wow… he really got to you, didn’t he?” Jackie snickers.
I bristle, remembering the emergency thoracotomy in the waiting room earlier that morning and Dr. Ramsey’s subsequent condemnation. “He did not get to me! He’s a pompous asshole and I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him and his perfect jawline with every molecule of every fiber of my being.”
Jackie arches one eyebrow and smirks, clearly unconvinced. “You sound like a supervillain right now, Rory.”
Bryce’s eyes light up. “Dr. Ramsey could be your very first nemesis!”
“And Aurora my second,” I grumble, mentioning the prickly intern I’m partnered with.
They both make a face.
“How’s that going?” Bryce asks.
I shrug half-heartedly. “She went to her aunt’s office right after the initial consult with our patient and I haven’t seen her since.”
“Nice to know Princess Nepotism is already living up to her name,” Jackie says snidely, looking down as her pager beeps. “My test results are in. See you guys later.”
“So how long are we going to stand here and stare at Ramsey?”
I snort and fight back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, Bryce.”
“I’m not the one trying to set my boss on fire with my brain.” The surgeon smirks at me, brown eyes glittering with laughter.
“Explode, Lahela. I’m trying to explode him.”
We start at each other silently for a few beats before we break into a fit of the giggles.
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Ethan stands at the nurses' station, pretending to look over his charts as he covertly watches the young man who is staring daggers at him from a little further down the hall. Ever since their encounter that morning as they’d worked together to save the patient who collapsed in the waiting room, Dr. Rory O’Shea had been a distraction. An insidious little wisp of smoke that continues to invade Ethan’s thoughts in his downtime.
O’Shea is one of those people who’s cursed with a face that perfectly expresses whatever they’re feeling, and right now he’s looking at Ethan like he wishes the older doctor would be hit by a bus. Ethan remembers how the intern had look after saving that woman, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement, and how his expression had fallen after Ethan’s harsh criticism. Hurt, then disappointment, and finally anger flickered over the young man’s face, before he was able to get control over his emotions.
“Maybe you can give me private lessons…”
Ethan’s lips twitch up as he fights to repress a smile at the memory of O’Shea’s words. He had flipped a switch from angry to flirty so quickly he’d nearly given Ethan whiplash, and the sultry look in his eyes that was clearly meant to catch Ethan off-balance had nearly drawn him in instead.
Such unusual eyes.
They stand out from behind the round wire-rimmed glasses O’Shea wears, those large, pale green eyes, the same color as the sea glass a younger Ethan used to collect with his father when they would go to the beach.
A crashing sound draws Ethan’s attention, and he turns his head slightly to watch as one of the surgical interns bends down on one knee and hands O’Shea a pile of charts with a charming smile. An uncomfortable feeling begins to form low in Ethan’s stomach, but he quickly writes it off as hunger and hurries back to his office for a quick lunch before continuing his rounds.
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“Argh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I aim a kick at a low shelf in the supply closest, nearly breaking a toe when it connects. “Gah! Motherfucker!” I swipe angry tears away from my face, mentally berating myself as I remember Ramsey’s words.
You need to have a long, hard think about whether or not your ready to be here… Whether this girl lives or dies is on you… Nearly killed her…
A sudden wash of fluorescent light interrupts my brooding.
“I feel like I’m interrupting something,” Bryce says, looking at me with curiosity and concern.
“In or out, Lahela! I’m trying to have an existential crisis in peace and you’re distracting me,” I snap.
He steps into the supply closest and pulls the door shut behind him. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on?”
I tip my head back and try to stem the flow of tears, internally cursing myself for being an angry crier. And a stress crier. And a sad crier.
Not the time for this.
“Nothing. I just got reamed out by the man who used to be my medical hero and inspiration for the second time today and I almost killed my first patient.” The words come out in a rush. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe everything that I’ve been working for since I was twelve was all for nothing and I’m going to be the biggest failure Edenbrook has ever seen.”
Bryce blinks. “Wow. You managed four years of med school, but four hours here and you’re surrendering? Didn’t take you for a quitter.”
“You just met me.”
“True. But if every hospital employee who ever hid in a supply closet quit, there’d be nobody here but the patients.”
I narrow my eyes. “No offense, but what do you know about it?”
“Let’s just say this isn’t the first supply closet I’ve found a stressed out doctor in today.”
“Alright then, scalpel jockey. What am I supposed to do?”
Bryce grins. “You’ve got two options. One, breeze through life with an unshakeable self-assurance like me.”
“I don’t think this hospital would survive two Bryce Lahelas. What’s option two?” I dryly reply.
“Ride it out,” he says, shrugging.
I stare at him blankly. “That’s not quite the pearl of wisdom you think it is.”
Bryce places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me a bit. “Of course you’re overwhelmed. You’re a doctor. It’s one of the toughest jobs there is, and you’re on your first day. If you don’t give yourself a chance to make mistakes, to get better… nobody else will.”
I let out an enormous sigh and use the hem of my scrubs to dry my cheeks. “Fine. I’ll try.”
“Good. Because I’d hate to lose you so quick. Is there anything I can get you?”
“A hug?” I venture.
“Alright, get over here.” Bryce smirks and holds out his arms. His has to stoop a little bit to match my much shorter height, but I manage to lace my arms around his neck and squeeze him gently, resting my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tightly, the slow thumping of his heartbeat and the warm, comforting scent of his amber and sandalwood cologne soothing my frazzled nerves.
“This is nice,” I murmur. “You’re a pretty good hugger.”
“One of my many talents.” Even though I can’t see his face I can tell he’s smiling. “Hey, wait a second. Was this just a ploy of yours to get me in here alone?”
I tip my head back to look at him, taking in the cocky smirk on his face and the genuine kindness radiating from his warm, brown eyes. Before I can second guess myself, I pop up on my toes and quickly press my lips to his. His eyes momentarily widen in surprise, but then he’s kissing me back hard, his hands gripping my hips as he pushes me against the shelves, knocking a few boxes to the ground.
“God you’re incredible,” he whispers against my mouth. Suddenly he lifts me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he uses his body to pin me to the shelves. I nip lightly at his lower lip and grind against him, earning a low groan. Bryce’s hands cup my ass, pulling me tight to him as we writhe together, our erections rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of our scrubs. His tongue slides against mine and one of his hands creeps under my scrub top, warm against the skin of my stomach.
The door suddenly swings open, light from the hallway spilling into the closet.
“Could we get some privacy, man?” Bryce snaps, turning his body to keep me shielded from whoever has interrupted us.
“Oh, by all means. I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just wait out here ‘til you’re done,” an equally irritated male voice retorts. “Or, if I may be so bold… might you hand me a suture kit?”
Still holding me up with one hand, Bryce reaches out and snags a kit from the shelf and tosses it over his shoulder to the other man.
“Much obliged.” The door slams and we’re alone once again.
Bryce slowly slides me down his body until my feet are back on the floor.
“Maybe we should get back to work,” I say, nervously adjusting my glasses.
“That guy did kinda kill the mood, huh?”
Feeling awkward, I repeatedly tug on a piece of hair at the back of my head as Bryce straightens his scrubs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Hope I cheered you up a little,” he says as he prepares to leave.
“Just a little,” I whisper, praying that the dim light in the supply closet hides my blush.
Bryce gives me wink as he exits the closet, leaving me alone to ponder my future at Edenbrook.
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I didn’t let him beat me.
I follow Dr. Ramsey out of Annie’s room, grinning to myself. “So, I’ll fill out a prescription for some extra-strength antihistamines -”
“Don’t bother. I already have.”
I skid to a stop, my sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. “Beg pardon?”
He hands me a printed out prescription order for the exact medicine I was about to request. My grin fades and I tilt my head back to stare up at the taller doctor.
I swear to everything that is holy, his brain will be goo by the time I finish this internship.
“How long have you known?” I manage to grit out between clenched teeth. “And when were you planning on telling me?”
Dr. Ramsey checks his watch. “I’d planned to give you another forty-five minutes. I pulled up Annie’s chart to diagnose it myself, in the likely event you blew it. But I wanted to give you the chance to right the ship first.”
I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze, I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze… to hell with this.
“You should have treated her right away.”
He scowls down at me. “I was giving you an opportunity - ”
“I don’t give a shit about your opportunities,” I hiss, stepping closer to him until we’re toe to toe. “And I definitely don’t want your charity. I want my patients to get better. So next time, take care of the patient first, doctor.”
We’re both breathing quickly, our eyes locked together, neither one of us wanting to be the one to look away first. I’m intensely aware of how much larger he is, and I can feel the heat of his body even through his lab coat and button-down shirt. Something in his gaze softens and the tension in his body fades a little.
“Rookie…” he says, his voice soft. “I respect how much you care about you patients’ wellbeing. But if I don’t push you to grow, then how many lives will be lost down the line because you’re not ready?”
I hate to admit it, but I can understand his reasoning.
I’ll choke and die before I tell him that though.
“Believe me when I say this was not for your sake. I need good doctors by my side. There’s only one of me, after all,” he continues. “But you showed potential. Not to mention maybe the most important trait a doctor can have.”
I raise my eyebrows, silently prompting him to finish his thought.
“You listened. You took the time to get to know your patient. Their story, their hopes, their fears… Sometimes those are the key to saving their life.”
I nod along as he speaks, captivated by the intensity in his blue eyes and the deep timbre of his voice, unknowingly leaning even closer to him. Aurora suddenly rushes up to us, looking flustered. Realizing how close we’ve gotten I spring away from Dr. Ramsey, nervously shoving my glasses further up onto the bridge of my nose. He, on the other hand, seems to be completely unaffected, which sends an irrational spike of annoyance through me.
She looks into the room and sees Annie sitting up and smiling, then turns and glares at me. “What the hell? You went ahead and presented without me?”
I widen my eyes and stare at her. “Excuse me? In case you - ”
“Annie was your patient as well, Dr. Emery,” Dr. Ramey interrupts me, his voice frosty. He eyes Aurora with disdain. "What the hell have you been doing while Dr. O’Shea was making a diagnosis?”
Aurora hesitates, glancing over at me.
Oh, I know she doesn’t think I’m going to cover for her.
I clamp my mouth shut and stare her down as she squirms under Ramsey’s glower.
“That was not a rhetorical question,” Ramsey barks. “One of you needs to answer me.”
I smirk and continuing silently staring at her, refusing to be the one who breaks first.
Finally Aurora cracks. “I was in Chief Emery’s office,” she admits sullenly. “She paged me this morning after we examined Annie.”
“And you’ve been there all day?” He looks deeply unimpressed.
Aurora gives him a short, stiff nod.
“Dr. Emery, patient assignments are not optional.” Ramsey scowls at her one final time before stalking off, leaving Aurora and I standing in awkward silence.
“That’s really what you were doing all day? Just sitting in your aunt’s office?” I eye her curiously.
Aurora’s expression hardens. “What do you care? You clearly didn’t need my help.”
I allow myself a small, pleased smile. “No I didn’t, did I?”
She whirls around, huffing in annoyance, and stomps away from me.
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After my shift ends I hurry to the locker room, taking just enough time to quickly shower and slip into a clean sweater and pair of jeans, before rushing to meet Sienna in the atrium.
“You survived!” she exclaims with a big smile. “Ready to hit the bar?”
“You have no idea,” I sigh, dropping my head onto her shoulder. An easy feat since we’re roughly the same height.
She pats my back soothingly. “Let’s go then.”
Just a few blocks from the hospital, Donahue’s is dingy, dim, and completely packed with Edenbrook staff members. Sienna confidently leads me through the throngs of people to a booth where Landry, Jackie, and Elijah are waiting for us.
“Come on!” Landry urges. “There’s still sixty-seven seconds left in happy hour!”
Elijah rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Who cares? We’re all a hundred-k in debt anyway.”
“Relax, Landry. I put in quite a few orders before the buzzers.” Jackie grins as a barback arrives bearing a huge trays of shots.
“You are a goddess. We lowly beings are not worthy of you,” I praise her as I reach for a shot. I toss it back and sigh as it burns its way down, erasing some of the stress of my day. I grab a second glass and the others join me. We all raise them in the air.
“To the end of our first shift! And ten hours off the clock!” Elijah proclaims.
We clink our glasses together and throw back our shots.
Landry gags as his goes down. “Don’t we have any salt? Or limes?”
“Doctor up, Landry. Lime and salt are for wimps,” Jackie retorts, pushing another shot glass into his hand.
We all raise another toast.
“How about… To new friends!” Sienna ventures.
Once again we clink and drink.
Jackie points at me. “Your turn Rory!”
I grab another shot and raise it above my head. “To the start of an amazing career, despite Ethan Ramsey’s best efforts! And in a few years, we’ll take the jobs of every attending who ever treated us like dirt!”
My new friends and I whoop and tipsily giggle as we down another tequila shot.
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Ethan quietly nurses his drink at the bar and unobtrusively observes O’Shea pound shots with a booth full of other interns. Whatever they’re drinking has caused O’Shea’s normally pale cheeks to flush, and he’s taken his hair out of it’s neat bun, allowing the inky waves to flow over his shoulders and around his face. The sweater he’s wearing may have been black at one point, but has been washed so many times it’s a faded grey and looks incredibly soft to the touch.
“See something you like, Ethan?” Reggie asks, leaning over the bar and following the doctor’s gaze.
“Don’t you have other customers to bother?” Ethan responds, downing the last of his scotch.
Reggie just chuckles as he looks at something over Ethan’s left shoulder. O’Shea bounces up to the bar and takes a seat on the stool next to him, his legs dangling and feet swinging aimlessly as he waits for Reggie to finish up another customer’s order.
Ethan takes the time to study Rory out of the corner of his eye, noting the way his jeans show off the litheness of his body and the faint smattering of freckles running over the bridge of his nose, making him look even younger than his 28 years. Then those green eyes flit over to rest on him.
“Can I help you with something, Dr. Ramsey?” Rory asks, blinking at him owlishly through the thick lenses of his glasses.
“Just noticing how… different you look out in the real world.”
Rory leans a little closer, nearly tipping over into the older man’s lap. “Do you like it?” he whispers playfully.
Ethan’s eyes widen in shock. If he had any doubts before, now he’s absolutely certain the intern is at least mildly intoxicated. But he can't deny that the warm weight of Rory leaning against his arm and the smell of his grapefruit and vanilla shampoo is intoxicating.
“What’ll it be?” Reggie asks, tossing his bar rag over his shoulder.
Rory glances over at Ethan’s empty liquor glass, then beckons Reggie closer with a mischievous smile. He balances precariously on the bar stool, stretching so he can whisper into the bartender’s ear. In a rare moment of weakness Ethan glances at Rory’s back, admiring the flow of his dark hair over his shoulders, the smooth curve of his spine, and the way the denim of his jeans hugs his tight, firm…
Ethan is startled out of his thoughts as Rory thumps back down onto his barstool with a self-satisfied smile. Just a few moments later he learns the reason for Rory’s grin as Reggie sets down two colorful cocktails in front of them, each garnished with a paper umbrella, an orange slice, and a maraschino cherry.
Ethan physically recoils from the drink as Rory tries to hide his snickering behind his hands. “What is that abomination?”
“A Sex on the Beach.” Rory pulls his own drink closer and wraps his lips around the colorful straw, tasting it with a contented sigh.
The air around Ethan ratchets up a few degrees as he watches Rory’s full lips close around the tip of the straw. “That’s not what I was drinking.”
“I know,” Rory replies, coming up for air, half of his drink already gone. “You were drinking scotch, but scotch is gross. So I ordered you something delicious instead. You’re welcome.”
“You know I can’t be bribed into favoring you,” Ethan says, eyeing the cocktail with distaste.
Rory’s expression darkens and he visibly struggles to control his delicate features. He eventually gives Ethan’s a crooked smirk. “Don’t worry, Dr. Ramsey. I already know exactly what you think of me. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
By the time Ethan recovers from his shock Rory has already slipped off of his barstool and rejoined his friends.
“Busy making friends, Ramsey?” Reggie asks, eyeing him curiously.
Ethan is momentarily lost for words. “I don’t… I… I’m not sure what just happened.”
“I don’t believe that young man likes you very much.”
“I’m his boss. He doesn’t need to like me.” Despite his words Ethan feels a pinprick of something… disappointment? at the thought of Rory not enjoying his company. Belatedly he also realizes that at some point during the evening he had start to think of the younger man as Rory, not O’Shea.
Reggie hums non-committally, clearing not believing his words. Exasperated, Ethan signals for another scotch, hoping to chase away the lingering sense of uneasiness Rory has left him with. Reggie sets the drink down in front of him and silently moves away, leaving the doctor to his own thoughts.
“Traitor!”
“Get it Lahela!”
Ethan looks towards the far side of the bar, back by the dartboards, just in time to see the handsome surgical intern from this morning dip Rory backwards and kiss him. The kiss becomes more passionate as Rory threads his fingers through the other man’s hair, and the surgeon, Lahela, presses even closer, until there is no space left between the two.
The same stomach unsettling feeling from this morning comes roaring back, and Ethan turns away, pulling the drink Rory had bought him closer. He takes a sip, the fruity drink leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, much like the sight of Rory wrapped up in Lahela’s arms does.
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Open Heart Incorrect Quotes
MC: Ethan says he would have liked to have known me when we were younger but I don't.
Ethan: Why not?
MC: When you graduated from high school I was just starting it!
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Photo Dump | Vol. 1
Do you have a million pictures of your MC/ OCs saved up? Do you spend hours upon hours searching the internet for those perfect pictures all while lamenting the fact that you probably won't end up using them for anything? Well, now you can! You can dump them in a reblog here!
Every week, we will dump random pictures of our characters just for the sake of telling the world (or the twenty people left in the fandom) all about your baby. You can dump the pictures and go OR you can add HCs/comments about each picture (OR a third secret thing).
The rules are: 1) Have fun. 2) Be kind to each other. 3) Maybe consider supporting/hyping others who share their pics?
Let's begin! This week, reblog with 6 pictures you saved of your MC/ OC!
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A Novel Concept
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!)
My Masterlist
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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The Taco Constant
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick
Rating: Teen
Category: Angsty Fluff
Word count: 669
Summary: Ethan is struggling after almost losing Casey. And Tobias, well, he didn't save her life just to have Ethan keel over instead.
A/N: Day seven of my 30 days of drabbles. Prompts from @jerzwriter (Ethan, Tobias, Tacos) and @ladylamrian (“Well, would you look at that? You’re not entirely stupid after all.)
Ethan rests his elbows on the desk, his head in his hands. He wishes he had something pressing to do, something to drive his attention and keep his focus on the things he can control. But right now, with Edenbrook all but silent around him, only the muted sounds of the on-call staff moving quietly through the halls, there’s nothing left for him to do but think. And thinking is a dangerous game. If he lets himself think, he’ll come back to one terrifying actuality.
He almost lost her.
His mind, usually so good at facing the bare truths, at grasping even the most complicated of concepts with ease, can’t wrap his mind around this one simple fact. Casey was almost lost.
A movement catches his eye, and he looks up in time to see Tobias walk up to the Diagnostics office. He gives the door a perfunctory knock before striding in, making Ethan jump to his feet.
“Has something happened? Is Casey…?”
“Valentine is fine. As is Aveiro, from the looks of it,” he says pointedly.
A rare blush creeps onto Ethan’s cheeks. Embarrassment and shame battle it out within him. He’s barely given Rafael a thought in the past few hours. “Right, of course. I only meant…”
“I know what you meant. Your girl is fine.”
“She’s not…” He clears his throat. “She’s not my girl.”
Tobias snorts. “How long have we known each other, Ethan? Your poker face doesn’t work on me.” He tilts his head. “Actually, I think your poker face is broken. Better work on that before HR catches on to the fact that Valentine is more than a resident to you.”
“What are you doing here, Carrick?”
“Careful, Ramsey, or I’ll start to think you’re not happy to see me.”
“Well, would you look at that? You’re not entirely stupid after all.”
“That’s the best insult you can come up with? You really are losing your edge.” He peers at his old friend quizzically. “Although I suppose it’s to be expected when you look like something that’s been recently scraped off the pavement. When’s the last time you slept?”
When was the last time he slept? “Yesterday.” Probably.
“And when’s the last time you ate?”
“… Yesterday.”
“Yeah, that won’t work. I didn’t swoop in to singlehandedly save Valentine’s life for you to keel over before you could have your sappy reunion.”
“Is that how you remember it?”
Tobias waves off the sardonic tone. “I mean, your team assisted, certainly. But in the interests of keeping you alive long enough to reunite you with your resident, I brought you something.”
“What do you…” His eyes fall on the takeaway container that somehow escaped his attention until now. “Are those…?”
“Tacos? Of course. The one constant of midterms, finals, and other stressful times of yore.”
Ethan’s throat closes up. Memories of all-nighters, laughter, and friendship wash over him in a bittersweet wave. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“Sure I did. If you die now, I’ll never get the chance to one-up you again. People are so terribly quick to idolize the deceased, after all.”
His lips twitch. “One-up me? You always did have an optimistic streak.”
“Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
“Wait,” Ethan says when Tobias turns to leave. “You should… you should have one.”
A smile breaks out on Tobias’ face. “Ethan Ramsey, as I live and breathe. Are you asking me to share a meal with you?”
Ethan rolls his eyes. “No, I’m offering you sustenance before you drop dead on the floor. You look as tired as you seem to think I am.”
“Same difference.” Tobias pulls out the chair across from Ethan’s. “But hell, I’ve never been one to say no to tacos.”
Ethan reaches for one before pausing, his hand freezing in mid-air. He looks up, directly into Tobias’ eyes. “Thank you. For the tacos and for…”
He can’t finish the sentence. He doesn’t need to. Tobias just smiles. “Any time, buddy.”
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Daddy’s Girl
Premise: A poignant moment between father and daughter after the poison attack.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Robert Valentine (OC)
Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff.
Words: 1,510
A/N: Submission for @choicesjanuary2024 day 16 prompt "relationships". I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 69, prompt 3
Robert Valentine had a plan. He’d graduate from college, sail around the world and then settle down to live out the Valentine legacy of working in the family business. His father also had a plan, and it featured only two of the three items on his list.
Unable to say no to the strict man who’d raised him, Robert gave up his dream of feeling the wind in his hair on the open seas. A chance encounter in Greenwich during summer break from Wharton further altered his plans.
A year later, he was married to a woman who not only shared his love of adventure but actively encouraged his carefree side. Becoming parents hadn’t been part of the plan, at least not so soon after getting married. But fate had other ideas.
As they stared down at the two tiny humans behind the glass of the nursery at Newport Hospital, he gently hooked one arm around Olivia’s waist. The boy was restless while the girl was asleep, their hands lightly touching.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Olivia murmured, still tired, her head resting on his shoulder.
Even though they’d known Olivia was carrying multiples, seeing them was a different reality. On top of that, the twins had arrived a month early. They still hadn’t landed on names or completed the nursery in the townhouse they’d bought near his work.
“We should come up with appropriate names,” he said quietly after a while. “Can’t keep calling them Thing One and Thing Two.”
“Imagine the shock on our parents’ faces if we put that on their birth certificates,” Olivia teased, her eyes swimming with laughter.
Robert chuckled, folding his wife in his arms. Being a father would change him; it was inevitable. But he didn’t have to give up his dreams, just adjust them for two more.
Now, all these years later, Robert watched his daughter’s even breathing as she lay sleeping on the hospital bed and wished he could turn back time to when she was a baby, tucked safe and sound in his arms.
The last two days had been harrowing and emotional. The panicked call from his son in the middle of the night, the long flight to Boston from Paris, the uncertainty about Cassie’s condition, and the anger when he and Olivia were denied entrance into the hospital.
But that was all over now, he sighed in relief. His daughter was no longer on death’s door. It would take time, but he’d been assured she would recover. If he thought Cassie wouldn’t be pissed at him for doubting her precious Dr. Ramsey, Robert would’ve whisked her off to the best specialists in the world for a second opinion.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Cassie’s eyelids fluttering as she slowly awoke. But he heard her whimpers and the sound of sheets rustling. He was out of the chair and by her bedside seconds before her eyes drifted open.
“Hey, kiddo,” Robert smiled softly, taking her hand.
“Daddy?” Cassie said in a confused tone, her voice reed thin and somewhat raspy.
She struggled to sit up, and he placed a steadying hand on her back while pressing a control button on the guardrail to raise the bed’s head. He adjusted the pillow to support her neck and poured a glass of water when she started coughing.
“Better?”
When she nodded, Robert set the glass down on the table. He turned away to drag the visitor’s chair closer to the bed and sat down, covering her hand with his palm. They smiled at each other, matching green eyes.
“You haven’t called me kiddo since I was ten,” she commented, smiling despite the sudden discomfort under her sternum.
The machines she was hooked up to briefly beeped before settling down as the pain subsided. Robert stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
“Old habits,” he said, taking his eyes off the flashing numbers on the monitor. “You haven’t called me Daddy since you and Max decided that word was for babies.”
“Well, I feel weak as a baby right now, so that could be the reason,” she joked, and then tears filled her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. “I was so scared I’d never see you or Mom again. ”
Robert leaned in and wiped the tears away with his fingers, shushing her the way he used to when she was five and had a nightmare.
“When I was in that room, all I could think of was the last time you took us sailing,” she continued in a watery voice. “It was just before I moved to Boston. The fresh ocean breeze tossing my hair, the taste of salt on our lips as water crashed around us. Max cursing as the unruly waves rocked the boat and almost tipped us over. Your laughter booming in the wind. That feeling of truly being alive.”
Leaving the chair, he sat on the side of the bed and folded her into his arms, mindful of the drip lines and wires.
“You are alive, Cassie honey,” he whispered over and over as sobs wracked her body, and she burrowed her face into his chest. “You’re here, safe in my arms.”
Eventually, the storm passed, and he returned to his seat. The comforting silence stretched, broken only by the beeps and hums of the machines.
“Where’s Mom?”
“At the hotel, hopefully getting some rest,” Robert explained. “She barely slept these last couple of days. Max, too. Your brother pretends to be invincible, but he was running on fumes by the time we got here.”
“Maybe if he drank coffee every now and then,” Cassie said with a wry twist of her lips.
Robert shook his head in amusement and chuckled, well familiar with his children’s opposing views on this matter and their needling of each other as a result.
“Have you seen Ethan?”
“Yes, he dropped by an hour ago to check on you,” Robert replied, hiding his disquiet at how Cassie’s eyes locked on the closed door, waiting for the other man to walk in.
He steepled his index fingers under his chin as he sprawled on the chair, stretching his legs out under the bed. “I take it you’re both still hiding your relationship?”
Robert was glad Cassie at least had the good sense to look abashed. He wasn’t happy with the turn of events, but his wife was convinced it was the real deal and they should give the couple space to work it out. Olivia’s instincts were flawless, which was the only reason he exercised restraint.
“What do you think of him?” she asked, her eyes beseeching him to understand. “You didn’t say anything during or after the weekend in Newport. I really want you to like him, Daddy.”
“He’s certainly different from Jackson or anyone else you’ve dated before,” he said neutrally. “Older, reserved, and perhaps a little austere for my carefree daughter.”
“That’s just the side he shows everyone else,” Cassie said, her voice full of conviction. “He’s different when it’s just the two of us. Granted, our relationship is still evolving, but he cares for me, deeply.”
“I know, Cassie,” Robert said, remembering the tender look in the other man’s eyes earlier. “This isn’t up for debate. But as your father, I’m allowed to be concerned. Gossip from a workplace romance is rarely kind to the woman, especially when there’s a power imbalance.”
He held up a hand when she opened her mouth to protest. “You still have two years left in your training here. All I ask is that you be careful and protect your reputation if not your heart.”
Before Cassie could respond, there was a perfunctory knock on the door, and then it swung open. Ethan Ramsey crossed the threshold and suddenly stopped, causing the nurse accompanying him to crash into his back, the tray in her hand rattling before she steadied it.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Ethan said, his brows furrowing as if sensing he’d stepped into a quagmire. “We need to draw Dr. Valentine’s blood, check her vitals and run a few tests.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, pushing the chair back and standing up. “I’ll let you get on with it while I grab a coffee and check in on Olivia.”
Robert turned to smile down at Cassie. “Why don’t I get you something to eat?”
“Well, I am feeling a bit peckish,” Cassie mused, a teasing twinkle in her eyes. “Hospital food sucks.”
“I’ll ask the chef at the hotel to whip up your favorites.” Robert leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Be good, and no more heroics.”
He nodded at Ethan, who came to stand across from him on the other side of the bed. He noted the softness in Cassie’s eyes, the concern in Ethan’s and felt like a third wheel.
As Robert left the room, he glanced at the nurse, oblivious to their situation, and hoped Cassie heeded his advice. Ethan seemed decent enough, but if he hurt Cassie…. Well, when it came to his children, all bets were off.
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Hi! A Halloween prompt for you. Feel free to use it if it inspires, or ignore it if it does not. 🎃
"Sorry, I don't bob for apples."
"Why?"
"I just don't."
"OK. So we'll bob for (x) instead."
Oh my gosh!! Thank you so much for this!
It got my mind going with something fun to create, not a fic (it's something though! and gosh knows I need it at the moment) but a text conversation between Ethan and Tessa.
I will make a separate post for it and I'll be sure to tag you in it!
Thanks again, hopefully this will also help get things going!
🥰🥰🥰
(can I also stay on your perma tag list...)
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Hii 😍
What if your MC / LI sent the wrong picture to the wrong number? It can be a fun or spicy pic
Wrong Number
Submission to @tobias-carrick-appreciation-week Day 8 : free day and @aprilchallenge : Fun
Hi dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this in and I apologise immensely for being so late. Now coming to your question, ofcourse they have! Like who hasn't done this embarrassing mistake atleast once? Lol. Here I'm going to share a mistake Ethan's never making again. 😂 Hope you like it.
P.S. All texts are from Ethan
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Irresistible Force Paradox - An Open Heart Fic
Rory O’Shea begins his first day at Edenbrook and learns that whoever coined the term ‘never meet your heroes’ was absolutely right. Dr. Ethan Ramsey butts heads with the strong-willed intern, and battle lines are drawn as both men ready themselves to work together for the next three years.
September 13th. 11:30 a.m.
I hate him. What a smug, condescending, arrogant, handsome… ugh! How is someone with a personality that repulsive so attractive? He’s definitive proof that God really does have favorites -
“What are we staring at?” someone whispers in my ear, their warm breath tickling the side of my neck.
I let out a startled yelp and drop my charts, drawing the attention of the object of my ire. Bryce chuckles and bends down to retrieve them while Jackie tries to hide her smile behind her own charts. Dr. Ramsey glances over at us impassively, meeting my eyes for the briefest moment before turning away. I continue glaring at him even as I swipe my charts out of Bryce’s hand, trying to telepathically implode his brain with my eyeballs.
“Why are we staring at Dr. Ramsey?” Bryce stage whispers again.
“We are not staring at him. I am trying to explode his big, stupid head with the power of my mind,” I mutter.
“Wow… he really got to you, didn’t he?” Jackie snickers.
I bristle, remembering the emergency thoracotomy in the waiting room earlier that morning and Dr. Ramsey’s subsequent condemnation. “He did not get to me! He’s a pompous asshole and I hate him. I despise him. I loathe him and his perfect jawline with every molecule of every fiber of my being.”
Jackie arches one eyebrow and smirks, clearly unconvinced. “You sound like a supervillain right now, Rory.”
Bryce’s eyes light up. “Dr. Ramsey could be your very first nemesis!”
“And Aurora my second,” I grumble, mentioning the prickly intern I’m partnered with.
They both make a face.
“How’s that going?” Bryce asks.
I shrug half-heartedly. “She went to her aunt’s office right after the initial consult with our patient and I haven’t seen her since.”
“Nice to know Princess Nepotism is already living up to her name,” Jackie says snidely, looking down as her pager beeps. “My test results are in. See you guys later.”
“So how long are we going to stand here and stare at Ramsey?”
I snort and fight back a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, Bryce.”
“I’m not the one trying to set my boss on fire with my brain.” The surgeon smirks at me, brown eyes glittering with laughter.
“Explode, Lahela. I’m trying to explode him.”
We stare at each other silently for a few beats before we break into a fit of the giggles.
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11:30 a.m.
Ethan stands at the nurses station, pretending to look over his charts as he covertly watches the young man who is staring daggers at him from a little further down the hall. Ever since their encounter that morning as they’d worked together to save the patient who collapsed in the waiting room, Dr. Rory O’Shea had been a distraction. An insidious little wisp of smoke that continues to invade Ethan’s thoughts in his downtime.
O’Shea is one of those people cursed with a face that perfectly expresses whatever they’re feeling, and right now he’s looking at Ethan like he wishes the older doctor would be hit by a bus. Ethan remembers how the intern had look after saving that woman, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright with excitement, and how his expression had fallen after Ethan’s harsh criticism. Hurt, then disappointment, and finally anger flickered over the young man’s face, before he was able to get control over his emotions.
“Maybe you can give me private lessons…”
Ethan’s lips twitch up as he fights to repress a smile at the memory of O’Shea’s words. He’d flipped the switch from angry to flirty so quickly he’d nearly given Ethan whiplash, and the sultry look in his eyes that was clearly meant to catch Ethan off-balance had nearly drawn him in instead.
Such unusual eyes.
They stand out from behind the round wire-rimmed glasses O’Shea wears, those large, pale green eyes, the same color as the sea glass Ethan used to collect with his father when they would go to the beach.
A crashing sound draws Ethan’s attention, and he turns his head slightly to watch as one of the surgical interns bends down on one knee and hands O’Shea a pile of charts with a charming smile. An uncomfortable feeling begins to form low in Ethan’s stomach, but he quickly writes it off as hunger and hurries back to his office for a quick lunch before continuing his rounds.
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2:45 p.m.
“Argh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” I aim a kick at a low shelf in the supply closest, nearly breaking a toe when it connects. “Gah! Motherfucker!” I swipe angry tears away from my face, still mentally berating myself as I remember Ramsey’s words.
You need to have a long, hard think about whether or not your ready to be here… Whether this girl lives or dies is on you… Nearly killed her…
A sudden wash of fluorescent light interrupts my brooding.
“I feel like I’m interrupting something.” Bryce says, gazing at me in curiosity and concern.
“In or out, Lahela! I’m trying to have an existential crisis in peace and you’re distracting me,” I snap.
He steps into the supply closest and pulls the door shut behind him. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s going on?”
I tip my head back and try to stem the flow of tears, internally cursing myself for being an angry crier. And a stress crier. And a sad crier.
Not the time for this.
“Nothing. I just got reamed out by the man who used to be my medical hero and inspiration for the second time today and I almost killed my first patient.” The words come out in a rush. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe everything that I’ve been working for since I was twelve was all for nothing and I’m going to be the biggest failure Edenbrook has ever seen.”
Bryce blinks. “Wow. You managed four years of med school, but four hours here and you’re surrendering? Didn’t take you for a quitter.”
“You just met me.”
“True. But if every hospital employee who ever hid in a supply closet quit, there’d be nobody here but the patients.”
I narrow my eyes. “No offense, but what do you know about it?”
“Let’s just say this isn’t the first supply closet I’ve found a stressed out doctor in today.”
“Alright then, scalpel jockey. What am I supposed to do?”
Bryce grins. “You’ve got two options. One, breeze through life with an unshakeable self-assurance like me.”
“I don’t think this hospital would survive two Bryce Lahelas. What’s option two?” I dryly reply.
“Ride it out,” he says, shrugging.
I stare at him blankly. “That’s not quite the pearl of wisdom you think it is.”
Bryce places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me a bit. “Of course you’re overwhelmed. You’re a doctor. It’s one of the toughest jobs there is, and you’re on your first day. If you don’t give yourself a chance to make mistakes, to get better… nobody else will.”
I let out an enormous sigh and use the hem of my scrubs to wipe my cheeks dry. “Fine. I’ll try.”
“Good. Because I’d hate to lose you so quick. Is there anything I can get you?”
“A hug?” I ask tentatively.
“Alright, get over here.” Bryce smirks and holds out his arms. He has to stoop a little bit to match my much shorter height, but I manage to lace my arms around his neck and squeeze him gently, resting my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tightly, the slow thumping of his heartbeat and the warm, comforting scent of his amber and sandalwood cologne soothes my frazzled nerves.
“This is nice,” I murmur. “You’re a pretty good hugger.”
“One of my many talents.” Even though I can’t see his face I can tell he’s smiling. “Hey, wait a second. Was this just a ploy of yours to get me in here alone?”
I tip my head back to look at him, taking in the cocky smirk on his face and the genuine kindness radiating from his warm, brown eyes. Before I can second guess myself, I pop up on my toes and quickly press my lips to his. His eyes momentarily widen in surprise, but then he’s kissing me back hard, his hands gripping my hips as he pushes me against the shelves, knocking a few boxes to the ground.
“God you’re incredible,” he whispers against my mouth. Suddenly he lifts me up, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as he uses his body to pin me to the shelves. I nip lightly at his lower lip and grind against him, earning a low groan. Bryce’s hands cup my ass, pulling me tight to him as we writhe together, our erections rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of our scrubs. His tongue slides against mine and one of his hands creeps under my scrub top, warm against the skin of my stomach.
The door suddenly swings open, light from the hallway spilling into the closet.
“Could we get some privacy, man?” Bryce snaps, turning his body to keep me shielded from whoever has interrupted us.
“Oh, by all means. I’m so sorry to intrude. I’ll just wait out here ‘til you’re done,” an equally irritated male voice retorts. “Or, if I may be so bold… might you hand me a suture kit?”
Still holding me up with one hand, Bryce reaches out and snags a kit from the shelf and tosses it over his shoulder to the other man.
“Much obliged.” The door slams and we’re alone once again.
Bryce slowly slides me down his body until my feet are back on the floor.
“Maybe we should get back to work,” I say, nervously adjusting my glasses.
“That guy did kinda kill the mood, huh?”
Feeling awkward, I repeatedly tug on a piece of hair at the back of my head as Bryce straightens his scrubs and runs a hand through his hair.
“Hope I cheered you up a little,” he says as he prepares to leave.
“Just a little,” I whisper, praying that the dim light in the supply closet hides my blush.
Bryce gives me wink as he exits the closet, leaving me alone to ponder my future at Edenbrook.
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9:15 p.m.
I didn’t let him beat me.
I follow Dr. Ramsey out of Annie’s room, grinning to myself. “So, I’ll fill out a prescription for some extra-strength antihistamines -”
“Don’t bother. I already have.”
I skid to a stop, my sneakers squeaking against the linoleum. “Beg pardon?”
He hands me a printed out prescription order for the exact medicine I was about to request. My grin fades and I tilt my head back to stare up at the taller doctor.
I swear to everything that is holy, his brain will be goo by the time I finish this internship.
“How long have you known?” I manage to grit out between clenched teeth. “And when were you planning on telling me?”
Dr. Ramsey checks his watch. “I’d planned to give you another forty-five minutes. I pulled up Annie’s chart to diagnose it myself, in the likely event you blew it. But I wanted to give you the chance to right the ship first.”
I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze, I am calm, I am a peaceful breeze…
“You should have treated her right away.”
He scowls down at me. “I was giving you an opportunity - ”
“I don’t give a shit about your opportunities,” I hiss, stepping closer to him until we’re toe to toe. “And I definitely don’t want your charity. I want my patients to get better. So next time, take care of the patient first, doctor.”
We’re both breathing quickly, our eyes locked together, neither one of us wanting to be the one to look away first. I’m intensely away of how much larger he is, and I can feel the heat of his body even through his lab coat and button-down shirt. Something in his gaze softens and the tension in his body fades a little.
“Rookie…” he says, his voice soft. “I respect how much you care about you patients’ wellbeing. But if I don’t push you to grow, then how many lives will be lost down the line because you’re not ready?”
I hate to admit it, but I can understand his reasoning.
I’ll choke and die before I tell him that though.
“Believe me when I say this was not for your sake. I need good doctors by my side. There’s only one of me, after all,” he continues. “But you showed potential. Not to mention maybe the most important trait a doctor can have.”
I raise my eyebrows, silently prompting him to finish his thought.
“You listened. You took the time to get to know your patient. Their story, their hopes, their fears… Sometimes those are the key to saving their life.”
I nod along as he speaks, captivated by the intensity in his blue eyes and the deep timbre of his voice, unknowingly leaning even closer to him. Aurora suddenly rushes up to us, looking flustered. Realizing how close we’ve gotten I spring away from Dr. Ramsey, nervously shoving my glasses further up onto the bridge of my nose. He, on the other hand, seems to be completely unaffected, which sends an irrational spike of annoyance through me.
She looks into the room and sees Annie sitting up and smiling, then turns and glares at me. “What the hell? You went ahead and presented without me?”
I widen my eyes and stare at her. “Excuse me? In case you - ”
“Annie was your patient as well, Dr. Emery,” Dr. Ramey interrupts me, his voice frosty. He eyes Aurora with disdain. What the hell have you been doing while Dr. O’Shea was making a diagnosis?”
Aurora hesitates, glancing over at me.
Oh, I know she doesn’t think I’m going to cover for her.
I clamp my mouth shut and stare her down as she squirms under Ramsey’s glower.
“That was not a rhetorical question,” Ramsey barks. “One of you needs to answer me.”
I smirk and continuing silently staring at her, refusing to be the one who breaks first.
Finally Aurora cracks. “I was in Chief Emery’s office,” she admits sullenly. “She paged me this morning after we examined Annie.”
“And you’ve been there all day?” He looks deeply unimpressed.
Aurora gives him a short, stiff nod.
“Dr. Emery, patient assignments are not optional.” Ramsey scowls at her one final time before stalking off, leaving Aurora and I standing in awkward silence.
“That’s really what you were doing all day? Just sitting in your aunt’s office?” I eye her curiously.
Aurora’s expression hardens. “What do you care? You clearly didn’t need my help.”
I allow myself a small, pleased smile. “No I didn’t, did I?”
She whirls around, huffing in annoyance, and stomps away from me.
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10:00 p.m.
After my shift ends I hurry to the locker room, taking just enough time to quickly shower and slip into a clean sweater and pair of jeans, before rushing to meet Sienna in the atrium.
“You survived!” she exclaims with a big smile. “Ready to hit the bar?”
“You have no idea,” I sigh, dropping my head onto her shoulder. An easy feat since we’re roughly the same height.
She pats my back soothingly. “Let’s go then.”
Just a few blocks from the hospital, Donahue’s is dingy, dim, and completely packed with Edenbrook staff members. Sienna confidently leads me through the throngs of people to a booth where Landry, Jackie, and Elijah are waiting for us.
“Come on!” Landry urges. “There’s still sixty-seven seconds left in happy hour!”
Elijah rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Who cares? We’re all a hundred-k in debt anyway.”
“Relax, Landry. I put in quite a few orders before the buzzers.” Jackie grins as a barback arrives bearing a huge trays of shots.
“You are a goddess. We lowly beings are not worthy of you,” I praise her as I reach for a shot. I toss it back and sigh as it burns its way down, erasing some of the stress of my day.
I grab a second glass and the others join me. We all raise them in the air.
“To the end of our first shift! And ten hours off the clock!” Elijah proclaims.
We clink our glasses together and throw back our shots.
Landry gags as his goes down. “Don’t we have any salt? Or limes?”
“Doctor up, Landry. Lime and salt are for wimps,” Jackie retorts, pushing another shot glass into his hand.
We all raise another toast.
“How about… To new friends!” Sienna ventures.
Once again we clink and drink.
Jackie points at me. “Your turn Rory!”
I grab another shot and raise it above my head. “To the start of an amazing career, despite Ethan Ramsey’s best efforts! And in a few years, we’ll take the jobs of every attending who ever treated us like dirt!”
My new friends and I whoop and tipsily giggle as we down another tequila shot.
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10:20 p.m.
Ethan quietly nurses his drink at the bar and unobtrusively observes O’Shea pound shots with a booth full of other interns. Whatever they’re drinking has caused O’Shea’s normally pale cheeks to flush, and he’s taken his hair out of its neat bun, allowing the inky waves to flow over his shoulders and around his face. The sweater he’s wearing may have been black at one point, but has been washed so many times it’s a faded grey and looks incredibly soft to the touch.
“See something you like, Ethan?” Reggie asks, leaning over the bar and following the doctor’s gaze.
“Don’t you have other customers to bother?” Ethan responds, downing the last of his scotch.
Reggie just chuckles as he looks at something over Ethan’s left shoulder. O’Shea bounces up to the bar and takes a seat on the stool next to him, legs dangling and feet swinging aimlessly as he waits for Reggie to finish up another customer’s order.
Ethan takes the time to study Rory out of the corner of his eye, noting the way his jeans show off the litheness of his body and the faint smattering of freckles running over the bridge of his nose, making him look even younger than his 28 years. Then those green eyes flit over to rest on him.
“Can I help you with something, Dr. Ramsey?” Rory asks, blinking at him owlishly through the thick lenses of his glasses.
“Just noticing how… different you look out in the real world.”
Rory leans a little closer, nearly tipping over into the older man’s lap. “Do you like it?” he whispers playfully.
Ethan’s eyes widen in shock. If he’d had any doubts before, now he’s absolutely certain the intern is at least mildly intoxicated. But he can’t deny that the warm weight of Rory leaning against his arm and the smell of his grapefruit and vanilla shampoo is intoxicating.
“What’ll it be?” Reggie asks, tossing his bar rag over his shoulder.
Rory glances over at Ethan’s empty liquor glass, then beckons Reggie closer with a mischievous smile. He balances precariously on the bar stool, stretching so he can whisper into the bartender’s ear. In a rare moment of weakness Ethan glances at Rory’s back, admiring the flow of his dark hair over his shoulders, the smooth curve of his spine, and the way the denim of his jeans perfectly frame his high, tight…
Ethan is startled out of his thoughts as Rory’s thumps back down onto his barstool with a self-satisfied smile. Just a few moments later he learns the reason for Rory’s smirk as Reggie sets down two colorful cocktails in front of them, each garnished with a paper umbrella, an orange slice, and a maraschino cherry.
Ethan physically recoils from the drink as Rory tries to hide his snickering behind his hands. “What is that abomination?”
“A Sex on the Beach.” Rory pulls his own drink closer and tastes it with a contented sigh.
The air around Ethan ratchets up a few degrees as he watches Rory’s full lips close around the tip of the straw. “That’s not what I was drinking.”
“I know,” Rory replies, coming up for air, half of his drink already gone. “You were drinking scotch, but scotch is gross. So I ordered you something delicious instead. You’re welcome.”
“You know I can’t be bribed into favoring you,” Ethan says, eyeing the cocktail with distaste.
Rory’s expression darkens and he visibly struggles to control his delicate features. He eventually gives Ethan’s a crooked smirk. “Don’t worry, Dr. Ramsey. I already know exactly what you think of me. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
By the time Ethan recovers from his shock Rory has already slipped off of his barstool and rejoined his fellow interns.
“Busy making friends, Ramsey?” Reggie asks, eyeing him curiously.
Ethan is momentarily lost for words. “I don’t… I… I’m not sure what just happened.”
“I don’t believe that young man likes you very much.”
“I’m his boss. He doesn’t need to like me.” Despite his words Ethan feels a pinprick of something… disappointment? at the thought of Rory not enjoying his company. Belatedly he also realizes that at some point during the evening he had start to think of the younger man as Rory, not just O’Shea.
Reggie hums non-committally, clearing not believing his words. Exasperated, Ethan signals for another scotch, hoping to chase away the lingering sense of uneasiness Rory has left him with. Reggie sets the drink down in front of him and silently moves away, leaving the doctor to his own thoughts.
“Traitor!”
“Get it Lahela!”
Ethan looks towards the far side of the bar, back by the dartboards, just in time to see the handsome surgical intern from this morning dip Rory backwards and kiss him. The kiss becomes more passionate as Rory threads his fingers through the other man’s hair, and the surgeon, Lahela, presses even closer, until there is no space left between the two.
The same stomach unsettling feeling from this morning comes roaring back, and Ethan turns away, grabbing the drink Rory had bought him. He takes a sip, the fruity drink leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, much like the sight of Rory wrapped up in Lahela’s arms does.
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Our Faith Caught Up in Flames
Book: Open Heart (post-series)
Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)
Song Inspo: "End of All Days" - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Rating/Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞, explicit material; NSFW (smut 🍋 🍋 🍋); language; brief discussion of medical ethics; very brief mention of religion
Summary: After a brief disagreement at work, Ethan insists that date night continues; but Tatum has a secret she's not ready to divulge if things turn hot and heavy
AN: This is a lengthy response to this sweet anon ask (thank you to whoever sent it!).
If you're new here, hello! Let me quickly introduce you to my dear Tatum: before turning the reins of Chief of Medicine to Ethan, Naveen hired new blood to be Edenbrook's Chief of OB/GYN, Dr. Tatum Erikson... aka Ethan's med school girlfriend, aka the girl that came between him and good pal at the time Tobias Carrick. Long story short: love finds a way. 🖤
AN2: Special thanks to my beautiful prereaders that I annoyed the living daylights out of to ensure the lemons were at least palatable. Love you, @charlotteg234 and @kat-tia801!
~🖤~
"She’s in a repair, sir.”
Ethan stood at the nurse’s station impassively, with a hand in his neatly pressed khakis, his other in a fist, rapping his large knuckles against the faux-marble counter. He offers the unit secretary a crooked smile for locating his new girlfriend of a few weeks, but with his sports coat rolled up to his elbows, the throbbing musculature of his forearms reveal he’s irritated. “Of course, she is.” He looks at his watch, “It’s not like she was off two hours ago–”
“And what?” Tatum suddenly appears, shutting the patient’s door behind her. “Miss out on giving my patient the delivery of her dreams?” She shuffles over to Ethan, craning her neck upwards as he obliges in giving her a less-than-impressive peck on the lips. She playfully scowls.
Ethan peers down into the silvery sheen of her blue eyes, raising a curious eyebrow. “A vaginal delivery?”
Tatum removes her rainbow chevron scrub cap. “Uh-huh,” she nods, “after having two cesareans.”
“Two?”
“With Von Willebrands.” A cheshire grin spreads across her face as she poorly mimics the moonwalk to grab the patient’s chart to make some preliminary notes. “And yes,” she keeps her attention on the documents, “both mom and baby are healthy, Dr. Ramsey.”
Ethan's face grows gravely pained as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He could care less about date night; he and Tatum were cut from the same cloth, dedicated to medicine. Interrupted moments alone were a hazard of the job, and while it is annoying, it never serves as a strain on their relationship, a breath of fresh air compared to Ethan's past.
However, the chief of medicine gnashes his teeth at the thought of dangerous care being given without his knowledge that could potentially affect the entire hospital's well-being. He and Tatum have discussed this before, being one in the same in taking chances, of being dangerously cautious, of blurring the lines when necessary between right and wrong.
Humming to a tune in her head, Tatum signs off pending consents before handing the chart back to the secretary and turning towards her boyfriend. “You ready…?” She stops, noticing the angry look on Ethan’s face. “What–” she places a thoughtful hand on his abdomen, “what’s wrong?”
He scratches his chin, the stubble making a harsh, bristly sound. Ethan exhales deeply, taking a step backwards away from her touch before glaring at her. “You’re always testing the boundaries.”
Tatum’s taken aback, her nose scrunching up in annoyance. “That’s rich coming from you, Dr. Ramsey.”
“Erikson,” Ethan abruptly grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. He guides her to a darkened, private corner of the floor. “Laboring a weakened uterus? With a hemophiliac?”
“Are you… mad at me?” Tatum crosses her arms. “For advocating for my patient’s autonomy?”
“Is that what you’re calling it?” Ethan scoffs. “You’re not God, Erikson–”
“Well, until God becomes a board-certified OB/GYN and ACOG fellow with a 91% TOLAC success rate, I’m the best anyone's gonna get.” Tatum offers a cocky smile, pushing the tip of her tongue into her cheeks, but when she sees Ethan isn't amused, her sassy resolve instantly breaks. She glances around to ensure they were still alone before lowering her voice again with a heavy sigh. “I wasn't given much of a choice, Rams."
He steps closer, towering over her as he ever so delicately glides his warm, calloused palm under her elbow. "What do you mean?"
"The patient is Penelope Culp-Belvedere. You might be more familiar with her father, Larry Culp, CEO of General–”
“--Electrics. Fuck.” Ethan sardonically chuckles as he glares at his blonde girlfriend. "Did they threaten you or try to coerce you–?"
"No, no. It wasn't like that," Tatum shakes her head. "But she made it clear that if I didn't give her this opportunity, she would go to a birth center."
Ethan lets out a sharp exhale. He crosses an arm over his chest, his other hand holding his chin. A ruddy swirl creeps up his neck as Tatum continues.
“You know I couldn't let her do that. She needed surveillance, hypervigilance even; she needed my expertise. If she was going to be safe, if she was going to… survive?" She blows away the air she was holding. "I couldn't. I just couldn't, Ethan." She innocently shrugs. "I promise we covered everything, discussed everything thoroughly. She is fully aware of her risks, not to mention our healthcare team and legal team met extensively with her and her family–”
“Everyone, but the Chief of Medicine,” he grumbles.
“Ethan,” Tatum sweetly whispers, noticing the hurt in his voice. She places a hand on his arm, her eyes meeting his icy-blue glare. "You have to trust me–"
"Tate, this has nothing to do with trust," he retorts. "We're talking about legalities. We're talking about goddamn ethics, not to mention credentialing for Edenbrook. Fuck, we're talking about your licensure." He paces away, taking a much needed breath. "That's on me– "
"I'm responsible, too–"
"But it falls on me, Tatum," he snaps back. Allowing a moment of silence to snake past them, Ethan rakes his fingers through his dark waves before looking back to Tatum. Taking a deep cleansing breath, his body relaxes, his expression becoming empathic to his girlfriend before he reaches his arms around her. Pulling her into his broad chest, he plants sweet kisses along her hair line. "Tate, you know I trust you," he gravelly whispers to her, "with everything in me."
Tatum wraps her arms around his waist, looking up towards his softened gaze. Without thought, they instantly find comfort on each other's lips, gently pressing their mouths together.
"But please... Don't ever do this again. You've gotta keep me in the know of these potentially taxing cases. If you’re not going to do it for that damn asshole Chief Ramsey," he smirks, lowering his forehead to rest on her forehead, "do it for me."
Tatum nods her head, pressing her pout once more to his. "I guess being God is hard work."
Ethan snickers, "you have no fucking idea," he kisses the tip of her nose, "especially with you keeping me on my toes."
"Oh?" Tatum lightly scratches her nails up and down the firm planes of her boyfriend's back. "Should I be asking for forgiveness?" she suggestively smiles, pushing the tip of her tongue behind her teeth.
“No, not asking,” Ethan subtly presses his hips against hers. "Begging."
"Mmmm…" she playfully hooks her fingers on the inside of his waistband, pulling him flush with her body. She wraps her arms around his large shoulders, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
“Dirty girl…” Ethan groans into a titter, pushing a quick kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Let’s go.” He takes her hand, and leads the way to the physician's lounge to pack up her belongings.
Feeling his warm fingers intimately entwine with hers sends her pulse racing. His thumb presses small circles into the back of her hand, making her thighs tingle in anticipation for his touch. For his taste. A flush appears on her cheeks as she daydreams–as she plans out their evening together. Absolutely depraved. Absolutely in love. Absolutely perfect.
But as they enter the locker area to grab Tatum's bags, another thought crosses her mind. She forgot something, something absolutely necessary for tonight. And she abruptly stops like a deer in the headlights before turning to Ethan.
"How about you pick up dinner, and I'll meet you back at your place?" She innocently smiles.
Assuming she wants to clean up from a long day at work, Ethan nonchalantly answers back. "Just shower at my place," he lowers his voice, “and I’ll make you forget about dinner.”
Tatum swats jovially at his arm, biting her tongue. "Seriously, though–”
“I am being serious,” he chuckles, wiping at his plump lip.
"Rams," Tatum tries to get back on track. “I need to make a quick stop. Just a quick errand."
Ethan stops, shifting his eyes towards his girlfriend before nodding in understanding. "Is it tampons? I think I have some in my bathroom–"
"Ethan,” she chides. “It’s nothing big; don’t worry about it–”
“If it's nothing big, why are you being so secretive about it?
“Why are you being so goddamn nosy?”
Ethan takes a step back, mouthing the word ‘Wow’. He raises his hands in surrender. “Damn. Fine.” He turns on his heel and quietly heads for the door.
A sudden guilt overwhelms Tatum as she watches her boyfriend, carrying her bags quietly leave the doctor’s lounge. He’s honestly curious. He’s not being a controlling douchebag of a boyfriend; he’s not being clingy or a possessive asshole. Purely curious.
And now Tatum feels like a real bitch; how could she have talked to him that way? But, still, could she really tell him the truth? Sure, it may be seen as silly, but it was embarrassing to her. This little problem of hers affects both of them and their intimate life. He never knew about it back in medical school; is it so bad if she kept this from him now?
"Rams," she sighs. “Come back.”
The hydraulic wooden door was about to close when Ethan stopped it with his shoe, pushing it back open. He stepped into the lounge, but the blank expression on his face is a telling sign he is irritated.
"Rams," Tatum's voice is tender, genuine as she reaches to hug him. "I'm sorry."
Ethan’s face resolves into a crooked smile as he lovingly wraps his free arm around her. "It's okay," he hushes, "I know. I shouldn't have pushed you–"
"You didn't," she shakes her head. "I know you're asking because you care." Tatum swallows thickly. "Would you like to come with me?"
"Tate, is that what you want?" Ethan reasons. "It really is fine."
"How about you just take me to the store?" Tate suggests, "and we'll go from there?"
"Deal." He kisses her forehead. "So… where are we going?"
Tatum hesitates for a second, clearing her throat.
"Do you know the closest adult novelty store?"
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The rhythmic ticking of Ethan’s turn signal seems to fall into pace with Tatum's rapidly beating heart. Though the air conditioner is blasting frigid gusts that challenge the tundras of the arctic, she can feel beads of perspiration forming across her brow.
Ethan glances over at her before quietly chuckling to himself as he shakes his head. "Tatum," he croons. He massages her rigid shoulder as he turns out of the hospital district. "I don’t know why you’re so worked up about this. You and I have been to sex shops before."
She forces a smile, but the expression melts away as she looks out the window.
He's right, though this would technically be their first trip together this go around in a relationship. Back in med school, the couple unabashedly frequented their local store for ideas, games and the occasional visual stimulant.
Although Tatum gave her virginity to Ethan, he was never able to explore his fantasies with anyone, too afraid of judgment, too afraid of his own shame. But when Tatum was finally convinced her older brother wasn't going to kill either of them, the fire between them was ignited. An exhilarating vulnerability fell open between them, a love that neither one of them had ever experienced before, and suddenly, the act of having sex just wasn't enough. Some nights were filled with endless kisses and sweet sentiments while others included unconventional props, lubrication and batteries. And some of their favorite nights included one simple word: Sir.
But still, Tatum is nervous about admitting she needs help with this one thing in the bedroom. She really shouldn't be; she counsels women weekly about how it's "normal". Because it is. It’s actually a natural reflex the body performs to protect itself.
It’s just inconvenient. And embarrassing.
Tatum is jolted from her thoughts as Ethan turns off the ignition, the sudden hum of the engine completely replaced with the quiet street noise of the night. They’re parked in a strip center, the store in front of them discreet with cheesy crushed velvet curtains and neon signs in cursive.
“Is this place okay?” Ethan offers a crooked smile as he opens his door.
“Uh.. yeah, but–” he shuts his door. Tatum quickly jumps out of the truck, jogging to the driver’s side. “You’re not coming in.”
Ethan freezes before he begins to snicker. “Why not?”
“Ethan!” She folds her arms.
“Okay, okay,” he leans up against his truck as he watches Tatum walk towards the door. “But what if I need to get something?”
“You don’t need anything,” she jokes, sticking out her tongue as she walks inside.
Once inside the store, she stealthily makes her way through the aisles until she comes to the area dedicated oral sex. Tatum is grateful they seem to be having a slow night because there was no one in her path; no one could see her; no one could identify her. She hungrily shops the shelves, looking for her holy grail, her fingers wiggling with desperation.
And there it is.
Good Head gel.
The perfect potion to temporarily cure Tatum’s potent gag reflex.
Tatum begins to squat down and pick out her favorite flavor when she hears a bell ring, notifying the store associates that someone walked in. Then she hears a familiar masculine voice.
Ethan.
Tatum curses under her breath, hiding behind some backstock as she watches him shop the aisles.
And he wastes no time shopping. She watches him load his arms with a dual-head dildo, a bullet vibrator, and special sleeve for the stimulator that he could put on himself. Tatum watches with intrigue as he walks back to the front of the store.
Was that for tonight? She smiles gleefully to herself, chewing on her thumb as she went back to her creams–that is until she heard Ethan’s voice talking to an associate who was directing the physician back to her location. Tatum quickly jogs down the walkway, hiding behind an end cap to watch.
He fills his arms with lubrication of all kinds: flavored lubrication, anal lubrication, warming lubrication, lubrication made specifically for toys. He moseys down the next aisle, collecting a buttplug and anal beads.
Tatum’s eyes grow wide. Jesus Christ, are we having an orgy? An associate meets him halfway to the register, and they are clearly talking about bondage supplies.
Dirty boy… She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks burning with eagerness. She quickly grabs her oral numbing gel, hiding it under her arm as she makes her way to the register. She exchanges a few pleasantries with the associate when all of a sudden, she is stopped dead in her tracks.
“Did you find everything you were looking for, babe?”
She turns her head to address her boyfriend, but she is instantly distracted by the pile of toys on the counter he was about to purchase, including a leg spreader, a couple of different pairs of handcuffs, a leather paddle and a new leather flogger.
Her mouth slowly drops open, her chest visibly rising and falling to her heavy breathing as she licks her lips.
“Ma’am?” The associate calls to her several times until her daze is broken.
“I–I’m so sorry,” Tatum chuckles, her face rosier than ever. She can hear Ethan behind her, making small, inappropriate comments that only she can hear. She nearly trips on her own feet that are standing still.
“Cash or credit, sweetheart?”
“Excuse me?” Her words are breathless. “Oh, of course, um…” Unable to make eye contact with anyone, Tatum quickly tosses some cash at the associate before she stumbles out of the store to retrieve some fresh air.
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After dinner, Ethan and Tatum make a quick wardrobe change: she stole his sleep shirt to pair with his favorite cheek-exposing panties, leaving him in a well-fitted pair of heathered gray joggers. They retreat together to his oversized sectional, her body soundly enveloped by his firm arms. Ethan casually rests his chin amongst the platinum wheat waves of Tatum’s tresses as he flips through the OnDemand menu.
Tatum suddenly stifles a yawn, nuzzling her nose into the short dark hairs of his broad chest. He tightens his embrace around his girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "Don't tell me you're calling it a night already." He pulls her into his lap, her knees finding both sides of his pelvis as he begins to massage her ass. “I have plans… for you, “ he breathes hauntingly on her skin, his fingertips teasing the curves leading between her legs.
A shiver courses down Tatum’s spine, hearing the hunger in his voice, feeling his prowling touch. She giggles into a moan as she slinks her arms around his thick neck, pulling her nose intimately close to his. His breath becomes quicker, the hot air mixing with hers as they trade glances of their sweltering pouts. "Did you have something in mind, Doctor?" She gently pushes her hips into his, needing a simple taste of friction, a simple prelude of him filling her deepest ache.
His hands roam gracefully up the slope of her back, becoming tangled in her loose strands. "You tell me–"
Ethan suddenly bucks his hips upward, Tatum's playful yelp spurring him. He grabs a fist-full of her hair, wrapping it once around his fingers before pulling her close to claim her lips.
"Ethan," she moans as he steals her gasp from her throat, his tongue twirling against hers.
Tatum tugs at the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck, finally raking her nails through his scalp. As goosebumps ignite across his flesh, a low growl bellows from his chest. Rolling his head back, Ethan's eyes cinch shut, his throbbing erection hardening to her touch, hardening to her soft whimpers.
"Please," she quietly exhales, stroking his cheek, “take me to bed… Sir.”
Sir.
Ethan’s cock twitches at the sound of her words. He rubs his thumb across her bruising lips, his sky blue eyes searching for confirmation in the lusty storms of hers. He certainly hasn’t forgotten their game from years ago, a game where Tatum grants Ethan total control with a single word. A menacing, crooked smile spreads across his face as she eagerly nods to his unspoken question.
“Say it again.”
Tatum takes a deep breath, knowing exactly what she’s about to endure. She relaxes her arms, her palms facing up, almost like a child waiting to be picked up. “Take me to bed, sir.”
Ethan ferally tangles her hair tightly into his fist again, pulling her ear to his lips as she yelps. “There’s my good girl..” He pulls her earlobe into his mouth before dragging his teeth across the tender area. “Remember: no hands.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ethan suddenly lifts her up, her legs squeezing tightly to his sides. He grips steadily onto her hair, the fiery sting of the pull keeping her locked around his body. Without wasting time, his fingers push her panties to the side, his thumb finding her thrumming clit.
Tatum’s mouth falls open, but only soft, swift breaths escape as she feels her body succumb to gravity, falling, sliding against her boyfriend’s hard body. The burning sensation against her scalp wells her eyes with tears. She inadvertently squeezes her legs harder, firmer, tighter against Ethan, her nails digging into her own thighs. The abrupt stern brush of his hand presses firmly against her desire, eliciting a low-pitched growl deep in her belly.
Carrying her with his hands firmly in place, Ethan struts confidently to the bedroom, the small bumps and twists sending sudden pulses of fear and pleasure through her raw nerves.
She breathlessly cries as a grin of pure ecstasy etches on her flushed face. Fuck, the merciless passion that awaits her…
Ethan lets go of her hair, tenderly capturing her body in his arms, allowing her to catch her breath from the bursts of electricity sparked through her body. He pushes her back onto the plush bed, crawling predatorily on top of her, overpowering her, leaving her helpless.
He earnestly kisses her mouth, tonguing at her bottom lip, biting it. His palms wander up her sleep shirt, her peaked breasts being relentlessly taunted and rubbed despite her mewls, despite her strained soreness. He finally pulls her top up and over her head as he drops his kisses to her hardened nipples, lapping at them, teasing them with broad strokes from his tongue.
“Oh…God!” She sobs, welcoming the agony as she arches her back against the mattress. Gritting her teeth, she fists Ethan’s careless, sweaty waves, smothering him deeper into her chest. As he continues to claim her with his teeth, her cries become strained, breathless and hoarse. “God, yes… God… yes…!”
Ethan abruptly stops, snickering huskily. “That’s not my name.” He carefully pushes her blonde wisps from her face, bending over to whisper into her ear. “But, only I can save you now.” He licks Tatum’s kiss from his ruddy lips as he slowly crawls backwards off of the mattress, Tatum mesmerized by the smooth, flexion movements of his stomach.
“Ethan?” She innocently beckons, sitting up on her elbow to track his movements around the room. She tries to slow down her breathing, but her thoughts flood with depravity, recalling the items he purchased at the store. Her heart skips a beat, feeling her apex quiver. “Ethan babe?”
He quickly returns to her side. He holds his fingers against her lips to silence her, the same hand that was pressed intimately against her clitoris as he carried her into the bedroom. The sweet smell of her pussy entertains her nostrils, her tongue swirling around his fingertips.
“Is my good girl craving her penance?” Ethan impishly inquires.
“Yes… yes, sir,” Tatum pants, slowly licking her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her eyes growing dark with thirst, with willingness.
For his pleasure.
“Uh-uh,” he shakes his head, grabbing her ankles, “you’re not ready.” Ethan pulls her across the bed like a ragdoll, propping her feet against his shoulder. Tucking his fingers into the lace-adorned waistband of her panties, he pulls them off, wadding them into his hand.
Ethan takes one, two strides backwards, his eyes fixed on Tatum, like an insatiable wolf fixed on his prey. He casually takes a seat on a tufted chaise lounge, sniffing her freshly-removed undergarment,grazing the swell of the bulge in his sweatpants with his hand.
Tatum relaxes on her arms as she crosses her legs, her foot playfully bouncing in the air as she tosses her loose curls behind her shoulders. “Am I ready now, sir?”
“Shhh,” Ethan snaps his fingers, raising an eyebrow. “I talk; you listen.”
A thrill of magnetism engulfs Tatum’s body, a pained pleasure kindling deep in her belly at his words. There’s a darkness that overcomes Ethan, one that both terrifies her and excites her; one that makes her want to be loved and hunted, one that makes her want to be pleased and punished.
“Spread your legs apart.” Ethan’s voice charms like a well-aged brandy. Smooth. Sweltering. “Mmmm… good girl,” his breathing becomes labored, “...just… just like that…”
He fully erects at the sight of Tatum, her delicate folds glistening in the ambient lighting. Seeing her completely yielded, completely bare to him, is almost enough for him to tumble into his own ecstasy.
But he looks away.
Cursing at himself, he furrows his brows as he bites his fist, slowing down his ragged breathing. His desire for dominance betrays him, his body threatening to lose all self-control. As he looks back to his own personal treasure lying exposed on his bed, the head of his cock begins to ache, straining against the tightening fabric of his pants. He can feel it throb against his hand, enticing him to give into his need.
Fuck. Slow down, Ethan. He feels like a damn schoolboy, ready to spill over. He quickly removes his hands from his lap, fixing his eyes on Tatum: her toned legs; her thick, supple thighs; the velveteen skin that drapes across the curves of her hips and belly; the playful bounce of her full breasts.
God, she’s beautiful… and she’s mine. As Tatum becomes restless in the sudden stillness of suspense, Ethan drinks her in: every last freckle, every last hair. Every last dimple, stretch mark and scar.
They’re all mine..
Ethan’s hands yearn to explore her body, his fingertips feeling a magnetic pull to reach out and feel each edge and line and plane. But he knows that one sip of that poison, and he will hurdle to his euphoric finish.
But that body. It needs to be worshiped.
“Touch yourself.”
Tatum curiously sits up. “What?”
“You don’t question me,” he growls. “That’s one. Don’t make me get to three. Yes sir?”
“Yes, sir,” she swallows thickly.
“Now… be my good girl,” his eyes grow hooded, his voice both heated and chilled, “touch yourself.”
A twinge of humiliation flashes across Tatum’s face. Her eyes flutter shut before she gives a coy nod, like a lamb understanding her fate.
She looks up, her gaze piercing into Ethan, watching the frantic rise and fall of his chest. She takes two fingers into her mouth before descending her hand between her thighs.
"That's it… that's a good girl. Spread yourself open for me."
Drenched from her desire alone, the sound of Tatum's wetness reverberates through the room as she drags her fingers through her slick slit. She glides up to her sensitive bud, circling around it before drifting back to her center. Up… and back down again… a devilish expression of possession locked on his body as she pleasures her own.
"Stop," Ethan growls, "Stop right there…" His breath hitches as he resists the urge to stroke himself. "Inside…put them inside. Now."
Without thought, she pushes her fingers into her sweltering pussy, her walls narrow around her slender knuckles. She exhales a tender moan as she pulls back out, immediately returning her fingertips into her depths.
And back out again.
Plunging back in, teasing and tickling just inside her slick channel as her thumb grazes over her most sensitive of areas.
"Ethan," she whimpers, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as a sweet dew collects on her skin. "Please…"
Ethan stands up, a grimace on his face as he saunters closer to her side.
"Please, baby–" her voice strangles, her expression pleading.
Ethan suddenly seizes her hand; as he brings it to his mouth, Tatum’s wetness courses down her arms, dripping onto her naked body. He takes her fingers into his mouth, the invigorating taste of her arousal eliciting a bellowing groan from his core.
“Please, Ethan…” she chokes out, her body rocking in desperation for more.
He slowly pulls her fingers out from the back of his throat. “What does my good girl need–?”
“You…” she interrupts with a hiss. “Please touch me…”
A sadistic smirk grows on his chiseled face as he retreats to his secret bag of goodies, pulling out a few items. Tatum tries to observe, but her vision is too blurry to make out what scandalous products he was pulling out to use on her.
He quickly returns, gently stroking Tatum’s heated cheeks. “Do you trust me?” He pushes his thumb across her lips and into her mouth.
Tatum’s eyes flutter close, a simple tear of pleasure, of her desire falling down her cheek. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
"Yes, sir.” She looks back into his sultry eyes, completely darkened with his lust for her–and only her. “... with everything in me…”
Ethan allows a silk tie to unravel from his hand, the corner of his lips curling as he watches Tatum writhe in anticipation. He carefully sits her up, cinching the tie snuggly around her eyes before laying her back down he guides her hands above her head, knotting the remnants of his tie around her wrists.
“Ethan–”
“Shhhh…” he hushes. “Stay still.”
Hidden behind the chaise lounge next to his bag of products and toys from their trip earlier, Ethan pulls out a single, long-stem rose. Carefully fluffing out the petals, he pads closer to the bed, taking in the bare beauty of Tatum. He circles around her feet, her legs coyly thrusting with the built up tension they created together. He casually licks his lips, seeing her body so ready for him, so hungry for him. Twirling the flower between his fingers, he paces slowly next to the side of her body, hypnotized by the rising and fall of her nervous breathing.
Her lips. God, those perfectly plump, perfectly inviting heart-shaped lips… all Ethan can think about is touching them right now, tasting them and biting them. Feeling them against his own as she orgasms, as she screams his name, as she begs for more…
As to not startle her, Ethan crawls onto the bed, resting on his knees as he hovers over her body. Watching her throbbing lips, he gently presses the blooming flower to her mouth before tracing the petals down her neck. Feeling the silky texture of the blossom in the most intimate of ways spurs a tender purr of pleasure from her throat.
Ethan traces the bloom down her shoulders and up her arms that are tied over her head. He watches her smile grow on her face, her body beginning to writhe in the bed.
He swats her palm with the bulb, Tatum‘s heart rate suddenly racing. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was unexpected. Thrilling.
Ethan continues, tracing down her chest, her nipples hardening before he can even touch her. Fuck, I need just one more taste… he rolls the bud of the rose around her pert breast before playful swatting at their most sensitive, taut area. Tatum giggles at the sensation, her upper back bowing against the bed wanting to feel more, needing to feel more.
Bending back the stem, Ethan releases the flower like a catapult, thumping harder against her.
But this time was different.
Tatum suddenly moans in pain, sucking in a sharp inhale as her body shudders.
Ethan removes the rose, observing her skin as she softly mewls under his touch. Running his hungry fingers across the slopes of her ribs, he discovers where a thorn penetrated the skin, deep crimson starkly collecting against her pale pink hue.
Ethan looks up towards Tatum; there’s something in the way she licks her lips, the way her chest trembles with satisfaction and danger… he can’t help himself.
He bends over, placing his lips over her tiny wound, kissing it with his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. Tasting her, tasting his Tatum, in the most intimate of ways, the most depraved and feral of ways, pulls relentlessly at his cock. He needs to ravage her, penetrate her. He needs to fuck her.
Ethan balls up the comforter in his fist, forcing himself to slow down his erratic breathing. Not yet, he wars with himself, his own girth threatening to pour out without his command.
He crawls up on top of Tatum, pressing his lips into hers, letting her taste herself on his breath.
“Open your legs.”
With her lips not releasing from his lips, she spreads herself open, whimpering for Ethan to claim what belongs to him. He grabs the rose, and with the flick of his wrist, the petals begin to drum against her fully aroused clit.
Up and down. Side to side. Each soft flutter of the bloom’s silken beauty gently taps at her swollen desire, over and over, each stroke more perfect than the last.
Tatum tosses her head back, gasping for a sip of air as her thighs quake, electricity pulsing through them. Watching her fall apart to a rose sends a jealous wave through Ethan; he tosses the flower on the ground, climbing on top of Tatum. He hastily unties her hands, ripping the necktie off her eyes.
“You come for me. You understand?” He demands.
“Yes sir,” she cries, running her fingers through his damp, dark curls, her eyes falling deep into the crashing waves of his ocean eyes.
Ethan puts a knee between her legs, spreading them apart before his arms tuck her wriggling legs around his hips. He pulls out his thrumming erection already dripping with precum, lining the thick head with her saturated entrance.
“You come only for me–” he snarls in her ear, but before he allows her to answer, Ethan thrusts his hips into her, his massive length burrowing deep into her depths.
Tatum’s mouth falls open to the sudden rush of pain, a pleasure that she has been craving all evening, but not a single sound comes out. She’s finally complete; she’s finally whole.
Feeling the extreme narrowness around his erection, Ethan reaches down, grabbing onto the curvatures of Tatum’s ass while he wriggles the last few inches of his cock into her tight pussy. Allowing her to stretch around him, he starts to rock his hips, slowly at first before finding a steady rhythmic pace they both enjoyed. Each pleasurable thrust, he disappears completely inside of Tatum as rivers from her wet center pour down his thighs and across her ass cheeks.
“Ethan–” she pants, “I can’t wait. I… I need–”
Tatum’s nails carve into Ethan's back. A groan of pure euphoria grows deep in her belly as she squirms underneath his weight, her core growing restless, growing needy of release. And suddenly a cadence of elated screams echo throughout the home as Ethan helps Tatum ride out her orgasm.
"That's it," he thrusts unsparingly into her depths. "That's … that's my …"
But his words fail him. Like an insatiable animal intoxicated on desire, he grunts uncontrollably, unable to speak, unable to catch his breath. Just thrust. And moan. And push. And shove. His lungs burn from panting so hard.
But he's not going to stop. Not this close.
Abruptly, Ethan hollers out in a deep, gritty howl. His girth mercilessly pushes against her walls as he uncontrollably pours into her, filling her completely .
Needing to catch his breath before anything, Ethan collapses on Tatum's body, her arms readily receiving him against her chest. For several minutes, they lay there, simply holding each other. There was so much to say, yet nothing to say at all; somehow their heavy breathing spoke the depths of their heart perfectly.
Minutes quickly turn into timeless memories. Though the Boston sky remains romantic hues of violet and navy, the moon has slowly danced to another corner in the sky.
She doesn't remember when she started, but Tatum cradles a sleeping Ethan in her arms, his head comfortable against her neck as she traces soft circles across his back. At some point, they had discussed taking a shower, but right now in this beautiful moment, connecting physically makes perfect sense.
Being with this man makes perfect sense.
"Normal sinus rhythm."
Tatum stops scratching Ethan's shoulders and begins to snicker. "What?"
Letting out a big yawn, Ethan rolls off the top of Tatum. He closes his eyes again, but laces his fingers with her. "Just glad your ticker sounds good.”
"Weirdo," she titters as she glances around the room. "Ethan? Was… was that a rose?"
With his eyes still closed, a mischievous grin crawls across Ethan's face.
"Are you serious?" Tatum sits up, grabbing a pillow to hug and hide her nakedness. "Where did you get that?"
Ethan chuckles to himself. "I know it's off brand for us, but … well, we were going on a date and–I don’t know. I thought it was nice–."
“You did not.” Tatum jovially swats him with the pillow, his smile growing bigger.
"I wanted to show you that I've gotten classier these past 15 years. You know, no more trips to adult novelty shops to impress you."
They both tumble into belly laughs, exchanging knowing glances at one another.
"Speaking of," continues Tatum, "what the hell was all of that shit you were buying yesterday?"
Ethan waggles his eyebrows. "The Lord works in mysterious ways."
Tatum playfully scoffs, scooting off the bed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wanna come join–?” Before she can finish the question, Ethan is climbing off the bed, chasing behind her as she squeals into the ensuite bathroom.
“Oh, hey,” he turns back around, grabbing something from the giant bag of adult toys before jogging back to her. “You left this at the register.” He tosses in the air a familiar silver bottle towards his girlfriend.
The blood drains from Tatum’s face. As she catches it mid-air. “I… it’s not… this isn’t… I mean–”
“It’s definitely not your usual flavor–God, what is it you use?” He rubs his thumb against his lips. “It tastes… sweet–super sweet… like candy….”
Tatum’s eyes grow large, her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “B-but how…?”
“How what?” Ethan opens the glass door to turn on the shower, allowing steam to slowly fill the room. “How did I know you were using that cream?” He chuckles, grabbing two towels from a linen closet. “Isn’t it the same stuff you used in med school?”
“Oh my God!” Tatum covers her face with her hands.
Ethan approaches her, gently grabbing the back of her elbow. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he grins kindly. “You went to all that trouble to make sure… I was happy. And Tate?” She bashfully turns her attention back to her boyfriend, but his gaze is already fix admiringly on her. “I’m very happy.”
Tatum wraps her arms around his neck, Ethan pressing his lips lovingly against her soft neck. “But,” she pulls back to look at him, “How? Did you see the bottle in my purse one day? Or in my medicine cabinet?”
Ethan shakes his head. “I thought it was interesting that your kisses afterwards always tasted like a jolly rancher.” He suddenly reaches out his hand towards Tatum. “C’mon,” he nods towards the shower. “And bring your new bottle. I wanna see if this 'Strawberries and Champagne' tastes better on your tongue.”
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I’m considering making a Wattpad account for my Choices fanfics. I’m a lot more familiar with Wattpad and how it works. I would probably post on there a lot more often. So let me know if anyone is interested!
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Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Victoria is back at work, and not everything is the same
Rating: Teen
Category: Angst, Fluff
Victoria sat down in the cafeteria, a whole pizza in front of her. Today was her first day back at work since the Senator attack. She knew she would have to come back eventually but it didn’t seem real that she was finally back, sat in her white coat, helping those who desperately needed it.
She was desperately avoiding the corridor where her room was. She knew all she would see would be herself in that room, terrified of whether she was going to die. The team had a patient in there but Victoria hadn’t met them yet.
Slowly, Victoria ate her lunch. She had opted to go early to avoid the queues but she really avoiding doing as much work with the patient as possible. Instead, she stayed in the teams room, helping devise a treatment plan. It was unlike Victoria to hide away and she knew she was being unprofessional.
A figure sat down in front of her, a handsome but concerned look on his face. “You’re in here early.” Ethan said.
“I wanted to beat the lunchtime queue.” Victoria shrugged.
“So it’s nothing to do with you wanting to avoid the patients room?” Ethan folded his arms, an eyebrow raised.
Victoria sighed. “Am I that obvious?”
“Yes. And I don’t need to tell you that it is also unprofessional. But we’re letting you figure it out on your own. You know you can’t avoid that room forever.” Ethan said.
“I know I just… I can’t go back in there. All I see is myself, struggling to fight for life.”
“Maybe you’ve come back too soon.”
Victoria sighed. “It’s not down to me. Blame the system.”
“You know to take it one step at a time. But I’m saying this as your boss and not as your boyfriend. I would like to see you visit at least once before the end of your shift. And I’m saying this as your boyfriend. I’ll come with you if you want.” Ethan reached across the table and took Victorias hand in his.
“I think this is something I need to do myself. But thank you for the offer.” Victoria smiled. “I will probably come back to the office as quickly as possible.”
“Then I’ll be in the office waiting for you with a hug.” Ethan smiled.
Victoria ate the rest of her pizza, quiet in the presence of Ethan. She knew this would be one of the biggest parts of her recovery to date and the longer she put it off, the harder it would be further down the line.
Today would be the day she faced it. The day she proved to herself how strong she really is.
Victoria took several deep breaths as the elevator doors opened. She was thankful that she was in the lift alone for which she could deal with her emotions by herself and not have to embarrass herself in front of anyone else.
The only sound that could be heard was Victoria’s shoes as she walked slowly down the empty corridor. Victoria loved it like this, an empty corridor where she could consider her thoughts was always better than a crowded one.
She cast her mind back to that day, all she could see from her room was the frantic faces of her colleagues who were rushing about trying desperately to find a cure.
We’re running out of time. What if they don’t make it?
The voices were loud and frantic, panic evident in their voices. Victoria wanted desperately to smash her way through the glass and break free.
Victoria approached the window and saw the patient gazing out the window. Victoria smiled softly at the patient. It seemed surreal to think of the horrors this room saw not that long ago.
With a gentle push, Victoria opened the room door. “Mrs Winston? I’m Doctor Clarke. How are you feeling?”
“Oh much better thank you. I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you one of the doctors working alongside the team?” Mrs Winston smiled.
“I am. I’ve been helping draw up some treatment plans for you. I apologise for not coming to visit you sooner.” Victoria replied.
“I understand dear. I remember reading on the news about the awful events that happened here. I’m glad you’re alive.” She smiled.
“Thank you. And I have no doubt that the team and I will help find out what’s wrong with you soon.” Victoria smiled.
After a while, Victoria left the room, heading back to the diagnostics teams office. She felt lighter on her feet, happier even. She had done it and now it was over, she could look forward even further.
Victoria reached the office and opened the door. Ethan was sat at his desk, paperwork in front of him.
“How did it go?” Ethan stood up and walked over to Victoria.
“Better than I hoped. It wasn’t easy but it’s done now.” Victoria said.
Ethan took her face in his hands. “I am so proud of you. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Victoria pulled away after a few seconds, resting her forehead against his, eyes closed. “This isn’t easy.”
“It was never going to be. Recovery is slow and sometimes painful.” Ethan pulled her to his chest, running a gentle hand through Victoria’s hair.
“I just don’t like living in uncertainty. I want to know what’s happening and I want to know when. But I know that can’t happen and I should just accept whatever comes my way.” Victoria said.
“You don’t need to rush anything further. It can all go at your own pace.” Ethan smiled.
“What if I’m like this for a long time? What if you don’t want to put up with that?” Victoria asked.
“I will endure anything for you. And I don’t care how long it takes. Your health is number one priority and no matter how long your recovery is, I will be by your side throughout.”
“You’re a really good man you know that?”
Ethan laughed. “So I’ve been told. By all the right people.”
Victoria always knew that coming back to work was never going to be easy. But she knew that as long as she has the right people by her side, she could face anything.
And she had exactly that with Ethan. Her fiercest and most loyal protector.
I made it sad and then I made it happy lol
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