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txemrn · 1 year

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Is there a trait Baby Ramsey share with their parents, that makes people say “yeap, that’s you right there”?

Hey, Anon! This was such a cute Ask. Thank you so much for sending it my direction! I'm sure my answer is very similar to what others have shared, but ever since I pictured this baby, he/she has this trait (and you might be able to guess it just from knowing his/her parents. Here's a small little fic. I hope you enjoy! 💜

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Synopsis: While celebrating his/her first birthday, a few colleagues make note that Baby Ramsey looks and acts just like Tatum. Well, for the most part.

Word Count: ~1180

Warning/Rating: mature; language; brief mention of possible sexual misconduct

A/N: Some of these characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry; Julian Santiago is an ENT that went to med school with Ethan and Tobias; Bryce is married to Erin Winters (a beautiful OC of @kat-tia801); also, if you are new, I have not released the name or gender of baby Ramsey on purpose--I want it to be revealed in his or her own story. Also, this is not preread! Please forgive my errors!

~🖤~

"Dr. Santiago!"

The tall, broad-shouldered man turns towards the lax voice, chirping his name. And he smiles.

"Ah, Bryce Lahela," he chuckles, giving the young surgeon a firm handshake. "Good to see you, and please, just Julian." The men raise their cups of punch in salutations before they survey the brightly decorated room. “Where’s your wife?”

“Probably with your wife,” Bryce suggests as he continues to nod hello to other people in the room. As if on a cue, a group of women squeal exuberantly from across the room. Bryce winces before offering a crooked smile at the sudden, ear-piercing screams. “Oh yeah–”

“Yep," Julian jovially gives an approving nod, "there they are.” He takes a sip of his drink, but is accidentally bumped into by another party-goer. "God,” he scoots out of their way, “can you believe this place?"

Bryce raises his eyebrows, observing the overly crowded room of joyful smiles. "Who's watching the patients?" He snickers. "I swear at least half of Edenbrook is here."

"No doubt," Julian grins. "The guest list was clearly Tate's doing. If it were up to Ethan, there probably wouldn't even be a party. Hell, he doesn't even tolerate this many people." They fall into knowing titters, taking another pull of their drinks. Suddenly, another man sneaks up between them, slapping their backs, causing each man to nearly spill their beverages.

"Fuck,” Julian mutters, instantly recognizing the obnoxious intruder. "They really did invite everyone– more like anyone..."

Bryce hides his curling lips. "Hi, Dr. Carrick–"

Tobias throws his arms around his colleagues' necks, pulling them conspiratorially close. "Please tell me there are booze at this thing."

"Dude, it’s 11:30 AM… on a Sunday… at a one-year-old's birthday party," Bryce enunciates as he raises an eyebrow.

"Clearly you've never been in the same room as two women you've slept with–"

“Pssh, because you’re the only man in the world that has game? Please,” Julian rolls his eyes.

Tobias clears his throat. “To clarify: two women… Same night." He shifts his guilty gray eyes to both men. "Last night.”

“Ha!" Julian snorts, "Oh yeah, there he is. There’s our angel Tobias,” Julian snickers, shaking his head. "You're fucked, bruh–"

"--in more ways than one," Bryce interjects, causing him and Julian to fall into belly laughs.

“Ha ha, laugh it up, fuckers–”

"It sounds like some of our favorite uncles are having a good time," Tatum giggles, twirling around with three chilled bottles of beer in her hand with a chunky blond twelve-month-old on her hip. She hands the three men a beverage as she switches the baby to her other side. “Tobe–” she lowers her voice, “--we don’t say words like that here,” she snickers, the other men laughing along with her.

"Hey, sweetheart," Julian places a friendly peck on Tatum's forehead. "Shit, I can't believe Ramsey 2.0 is already a year old," Julian gently cups his hand around the baby's soft head.

Tatum playfully stares deadpan at her good friend. "You're telling me," she turns to look at her first born who is holding out their hand to an expressive Bryce.

“Time for another one,” Bryce sing-songs.

“And turn out like you and Erin? Three for the price of two pregnancies?” She covers her child’s ears again as she whispers, “Hell. No.”

"My God, Tate," Bryce starts, all three men clearly thinking the same thing as they admire the toddler. "This little one is like your mini-me. Same eyes, hair, nose," Bryce kindly smiles as tiny fingers grip tightly around his finger. Tatum beams with joy as she takes in the moment.

“This is Ethan’s baby, right?” Tobias jokes as Tatum slaps his shoulder.

“Asshole,” Tatum sardonically grimaces. Tobias’s face grows serious as he quietly holds up a finger to his lips and points to the baby, causing the group of doctors to fall into quiet laughter. “Anyway, we really appreciate you guys coming,” she kindly grins. “And seriously, help yourselves to anything.” As the men give chaste kisses to Tatum’s cheek, they each wave goodbye to the little one who eagerly returns the sentiments by blowing slobbery kisses.

“Such a social butterfly,” Bryce mentions.

“Just like Tate,” Julian appreciatively nods his head before taking a sip of his beer. “Thank fuck, can you imagine a baby like Ramsey?” He shudders. Tobias titters, clinking the neck of his beer with his old colleague before taking a swig.

“Ethan’s not that bad,” Bryce defends.

Tobias nearly chokes on his beer as Julian wipes away his smile. “Look, Lahela. You know… Tatum’ed Ethan. We?” He motions his hand in between his body and Tobias. “We know the prick that is Ethan Ramsey–”

“Hey, I dealt with his wrath when I was an intern–”

“No, no. He was worse before he ever met Tatum.”

“Ah hell, really?” Bryce takes a sip of his beer. “He was that much worse?”

“Shit, this one time–”

“If I can have everyone’s attention please!” Tatum calls out in a booming, cheerful voice. The three men along with the other guests turn towards her to listen. She takes a moment to graciously and tearfully thank everyone for celebrating the special day with them, baby Ramsey cheesing in her arms the entire time.

“I think someone is ready for some cake,” she chuckles. “Rams?”

As if on cue, Ethan walks out with a small, single tier cake with a candle that matches the larger cake next to the snacks on the refreshment table. Tatum gently tucks her little one into the decorated high chair while Ethan lights the wick. The little one’s blue eyes grow wide at the flame, eliciting a few awes and giggles from the gathered crowd.

“Are we ready?” Tatum smiles as Ethan snakes an arm around her waist. “On the count of the three, we’ll all start singing ‘Happy Birthday’.” Her watery eyes find her husband’s icy blues as he gives her a reassuring squeeze. She takes a deep breath as she looks back to her one-year-old baby. “One, two… three!”

All at once, everyone starts proudly singing ‘Happy Birthday’.

Except for Julian and Tobias.

Both men have their hands over their mouths, stifling their obnoxious laughs. Bryce continues to sing, but glares at his colleagues.

“I can’t,” Tobias finishes his beer, walking away into the kitchen as Julian dabs the tears from his watering eyes.

“What is so funny?” Bryce whispers, grateful that the singing is much louder than their snickers.

“Look," Julian chuckles, "look at that kid right now.”

Bryce cranes his neck between party guests, finally catching a good view of Baby Ramsey. And his face falls while the corners of his mouth turn up.

Damn, if looks could kill…

There, slumped in a high chair, was the angriest-looking baby anyone had ever seen, complete with deep furrowed brows, a frown, and a deep glare.

“Holy geeze, that kid is mean-muggin’ everyone–and during ‘Happy Birthday’!” Bryce chokes out before falling into quiet titters.

Julian finally is able to control himself as he finishes his beer. “Oh yeah, there he is. There’s our Ethan.”

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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OH Book 1 OH Book 2 then... OH Book 3 lol

#ain't it the truth #fanfic #oph fanfic

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 1 month

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Your Death, Your Dog, Your Declaration

Chapter 1/?

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (M!MC) (Not official/eventual)

Characters: Jensen Valentine, Bryce Lahela, Keiki Lahela, Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro (mentioned)

Rating: Mature

Words: <2k

Series Summary: The chemical attack, as told in the world of Jensen Valentine and those close to him.

Chapter Summary: The night of the chemical attack hit Bryce hard. Harder than the victims on death's door. He's guilty, and it's killing him.

A/N: this piece will be dual/multi POV, so while this starts with Bryce, look forward to the others!!

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1:05 AM

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9—shit. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14. 56.

1:06 AM

“Stop doing that, I’m not dead yet,” Jensen grumbled sleepily, yanking his hand back into his lap.

“Sorry,” Bryce replied. His tone was more lifeless than Jensen looked, tired and dejected.

Jensen rolled over, facing him. “You know it’s right there for a reason, right?” He said it with hardly a glance at the heart rate monitor, too exhausted to manage more.

“Just keeping myself busy,” Bryce answered. “You should go to sleep.”

“Really?” he quipped, fast and sharp as always, “I hadn’t thought of it.”

It earned him a grin—a real one, as difficult as it was—but it faded just as fast. Bryce took Jensen’s hand again, playing with his fingers and holding extra tight, the gloves making it impossible to feel the dryness of his hands. They were always scratchy and rough from washing and sanitizing tens of times in a day, fingers calloused on the ends. His nails, painted a dark blue, were starting to chip. Would the embalmers take it off or repaint them?

Jensen shook him off, reminding him again that he wasn’t gone yet, and fidgeted with the blanket over himself. He ran the texture between his fingers.

“Do you want to be cremated or embalmed?” Bryce asked. He still watched his hands, distracted.

“Oh, cremated, for sure—unless I can haunt Ethan, that is.”

There was a lightness to Jensen’s tone, seeming as monotone and factual as usual, but the ludicrous theory giving away to Bryce that he was joking.

“I’m being serious.”

As he looked back up, Jensen’s eyes were a flat, solid shade of unforgiving, boring brown. No depth to the green hues Bryce could catch in the afternoon sunlight—just as sterile as the fluorescents illuminating them.

“If you keep acting like I’m dead, I’m going to kick you out. You’re supposed to be the optimist here, this is completely backwards.”

Bryce took a breath, looking down at the large, clunky suit he donned. “...I know. I’m trying.”

“Try harder. We could be talking about anything and you’re worried about my not-guaranteed funeral.” He said the next part in a mocking tone—a phrase Bryce had said plenty of times. “Not very ‘go with the flow’ of you.”

“How are you being more chill about this than I am?”

“Because I’m fine.” And the undeniable way he said it made it feel like the truth. Even with the dark circles under his eyes, and the exhaustion he couldn’t shake, it felt true. “If I die, oh well. Life moves on—it’s not like I’ll know it.”

As much as Bryce wanted to argue, wanted to correct the flaws in his thinking, he didn’t want to strain him with an unnecessary effort to defend himself. He was there to comfort him and that’s what he would try to do. “You seem more comfortable talking about death than you do small talk.”

Jensen's laugh turned into a cough, far into his chest with an agonizing sound that had Bryce reaching for the emesis basin. He waved him off, taking a sip of his water before settling back in the bed.

“It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it,” Jensen replied, a little more serious, a little more real.

Bryce gave him an inquisitive look, but Jensen just responded with a tired head tilt that meant he could interpret it however he wanted. He didn’t.

Maybe he should. Maybe it was naive to have hope, but he would wait as long as he had to for Jensen to tell him what that meant. What any of it meant. All the vague references and to-himself jokes that Bryce didn’t understand—he wanted to. He wanted to know every detail of him: what built him and what broke him.

Once again playing with Jensen’s hands, a gentle encouragement to lull him to sleep, he recalled a night at Donahue’s like the others. The group shared stories from undergrad, their drunkest and most embarrassing moments, but Jensen had been utterly silent. Not that it was far out of character, but when multiple opportunities were presented to make fun of Landry and he took none of them, Bryce was going to notice.

It was also easy to recognize when he had been perfecting it himself for years. He remembered trying to stay quiet in an effort to go unnoticed, but that method never worked well given how often he was the one talking. For Jensen, it was believable; it was a perfectly practiced way to hide something.

But Bryce’s eyes had always been drawn to him. From the first day he walked into the locker room, all piercing glances and analytical expressions, Bryce noticed him. Noticed the light inflections in his tone, a small but important indicator most didn’t pick up on, but was obvious to anyone who bothered to learn him.

Bryce didn’t learn enough of him. No, it didn’t help that Jensen was the opposite of chatty, but he couldn’t help feeling some ounce of guilt for that. “I don’t think you’ve stopped talking since I met you.” Did he take up every conversation? Were there times Jensen was going to share something about himself—something worth something—that Bryce covered with his own insignificant blabber?

Everything was worth something when usually he got nothing at all. Jensen’s silence was not odd, after you got used to it, that is, and neither was the lack of substance. Bryce wanted more than that.

What were his hobbies? He could take a guess from the keyboard and bass in his room, but was it ever more serious than a display on the wall?

All he knew was a shell of a person, only the details you could see on the outside, and he just never bothered to ask for anything more. He settled for the least amount of worth you could get from a person and never batted an eye, just kept talking and talking and fucking talking.

What was his favorite restaurant in the city? One of the places they went together? Or somewhere Bryce never bothered to ask about?

Boston was Jensen’s home for just over a year, yet he had 26 before that elsewhere.

Where did he grow up?

When was his birthday?

What was his middle name?

Did he want to be cremated or embalmed?

A tap on the window caught his attention. Sienna was standing there with his phone in her hand, shaking it in a way that said he needed to check it. He glanced over Jensen again, well asleep this time, and carefully set his hand down.

A long slew of profanities left his mouth as he wrestled with the suit, grabbing his phone as fast as possible to see the tens of missed calls from Keiki. He barely had it in his hands before pressing the call back button. Waiting for a long few rings, she finally answered.

“Hey, sorry, I—”

“No, it’s fine, are you okay? I saw the news.” The breathiness in her voice showed her concern no matter how hard she fought to keep her tone even.

“Yes, I’m okay. I wasn’t there when it happened.” He checked over Jensen one more time through the window, still asleep, before gathering his things to leave. “I’ll be home in twenty minutes; did you eat anything?”

It took her a second to answer. “Uh, no. I…wasn’t really hungry.”

“I’ll get you something.”

He opened the locker room door to collect his coat and keys, tossing the latter on as she replied, “It’s like two in the morning, nothings going to be open.”

“I’ll get you something,” he repeated before ending the call, shoving his phone into his pocket and starting towards his car.

Twenty minutes later he arrived home, gas station food in a plastic bag he tossed on the counter.

“I’m sorry,” he said as she stood from the couch, in pajamas and yawning but set up with a movie and her phone to keep her awake.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re okay, I guess,” she said, taking a bag of chips out and opening them up. He declined when she offered them, standing aimlessly in the middle of the kitchen.

He couldn’t sit down knowing the uncertainty of what was happening at the hospital, but he couldn’t pace around agitated the whole night. He would wait until Keiki was asleep then return to the hospital for an update. Maybe text Sienna while he waited.

“You look like you’re going to be sick,” Keiki commented, shoving a handful into her mouth. The thought of eating did make him sick, but he just shrugged it off.

“It was just stressful,” he replied, trying to have some semblance of normalcy. He set his phone and keys down, almost robotic, on the dining table. She was watching his every move, even as he took a breath, reminding himself that normally he’d go change. So, he did.

His bed was a mess, blankets crumpled from where Keiki had taken it over, her stack of books on the nightstand along with her clothes in a heap on the floor. Grabbing his change of clothes, he took them to the bathroom, sensing that it was no longer his space.

She was still in the kitchen when he returned, watching him again.

“I forgot to ask, but were your friends okay?”

That was all it took for his lip to tremble, unable to get an answer out. He distracted himself with grabbing the remote from the couch, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down with a deep breath. He waited for the ache in the back of his throat to subside with every following breath, blinking back the wetness around his eyes.

“No.”

But he could barely choke back the sob escaping from his throat, sending the tears well over the floodgates.

He never even got a moment to check on Raf, and even in the half an hour he was gone, Jensen’s condition could have significantly worsened. It was too easy to imagine when he was out of his sight, no tangible proof in front of him: no dry comments and no tired grins, the same ones he’d probably never see again.

Wiping the tears was a useless effort, a constant flow wetting his face and soaking his sleeves.

The couch dipped next to him. Keiki tucked a few tissues into his hand before wrapping her arms around him.

And he remembered it from a thousand times before. The nights he’d come home late and have it out with his dad in the middle of the foyer, giving everything just as vicious as he got it, but only ending with him in tears. Keiki would sneak in, probably woken up by the shouting, to ask what was going on, but the minute she saw his face she’d climb up his bed to wrap him in a huge that couldn’t quite reach around him. It didn’t matter if she didn’t know the details—it was better she didn’t—but she was the only one there who had enough compassion to try.

Here she was again, picking up the pieces of a mess that wasn’t hers. He didn’t have the strength to fight her on it, though, and didn’t have the strength to send her to bed like he should’ve on those nights. He just turned, letting his arms fall over her shoulders and holding on with everything he had.

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liaromancewriter · 6 days

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Earth Day

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat OH gang

Format: Edit

A/N: It’s Earth Day and I got inspired my fc’s annual posts. Submission to @choicesaprilchallenge24 prompt “nature”

Am on my phone so tagging by memory.

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zealouscanonindeer · 7 months

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Together.

Synopsis: The aftermath of the attack comes with a waterfall of feelings.But is it enough to stop pretending?

Ethan's POV

Category: Angsty fluff. I can never resist a happy ending

Sunlight peeked through the blinds at the blissful couple nestled in sleeps abode. I was the first to stir, stretching as consciousness returned, slowly opening one eye, then another before opening both to stare at the back of the woman who occupied every inch of my soul.

Her body moved rhythmically, even breaths for which I was grateful, ever since the attack seeing her felt like mercy on my heart. I would have died inside had she not made it. I loved her, with every fiber of my being, I did. And I would show her just how much I did, every single moment that we spent together.

I smiled, closing my eyes and sleep lulled me back into its abode.

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"Ethan? Hey. " A gentle nudge against my shoulder followed by a kiss on my forehead roused me. I pulled her hand in mine.

"Penny."

"Wake up, sleepyhead. It's almost noon. "

" Perfect time to come back to bed. " I turned to my side, pulling her hand with me, her body following.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Ethan? "

"It's you Rookie, what are you doing to me? "

She giggled, sitting by my side, bending over me. Suddenly water slapped against my face, making me jerk back, my eyes flying open.

"Oh, sorry. "

Aspen moved her wet hair back over her right shoulder. I looked up to see her smile sheepishly at me, leaning down to peck my lips lightly. I held her against me, her bathrobe soft against my skin, not allowing the kiss to end. Her lips moved in a perfectly synchronized manner, tasting of honey. Needing air, we broke away.

I laid back, staring at her as she brushed my hair back, her fingers running through them, instantly relaxing me.

"Why are you looking at me like that? "

"Like what? "

"With that wierd look in your eyes. " I couldn't in that moment fathom how I had ended up finding her, how I would treasure her forever.

"I was just thinking"

"About? "

I wasn't gonna tell her just yet but she meant everything to me, how I would never hurt her again. I flipped us over so that she was under me. I hovered over her, kissing her once more.

She smirked at me.

"As much as I would like to, you have a shift. At a hospital you work at, as a doctor. " She teased.

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Reluctantly, I picked up my belongings and car keys, giving Penny a lingering kiss, hugging her tightly.

"Someone's all lovey dovey today. " She pecked my clothed shoulder. Ignoring her astute observation, I quickly steered the conversation in a different direction

"When are you coming in again? "

"At around 7. I have a night shift today."

Noticing my slightly deflated look, she chuckled. I bade her goodbye, walking out to another day at Edenbrook.

The day continued like always, annoying interns, diagnostic cases and a couple of hours at the clinic. It was time for my shift to end, packing up my stuff I headed out, popping into the resident quaters to greet Aspen where I was informed she wasn't in yet.

I called her but she didn't answer, which was usual, and utterly annoying. I walked out to get into my car, winding through Boston traffic when the car bluetooth pinged with Penny's name.

"Hey. Where..." Her hoarse gasp shut me up.

"Ethan. Where are you? " Her laboured breath hitched as she gasped into the receiver.

My heart clenched with fear, breaking into a cold sweat I calmed my rising anxiety.

"Darling? What's wrong? "

"I need you to come quick. "

"Hold on, I'm almost there. Just hold on. " I prayed and begged her.

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"Rookie "

"ROOKIE" Jenner barked frantically, running towards me.

"Here." A whisper called out to me from the kitchen floor.

I knelt down by Aspen's weak form, helping her into a sitting position, supporting her weight. She had a pretty bad bruise on the side of her shoulder, already turning black and blue. Jenner stood by my side, worried at the scene before him. She looked up at me and smiled weakly, trying to put on a brave face so I wouldn't worry.

" Don't worry, I just felt dizzy and blacked out. I hit the counter on my fall." She moved her arm, wincing.

"It's probably due to the anemia. You'd warned me it was a common after effect of the toxins I was exposed to. "

" You're right. I'll drive you to the hospital and get you set up. " She nodded as I picked her up.

*********

I pulled the car into the parking space, getting my seatbelt off and ready to open the door when she stopped me.

"Wait! "

"What? " I scanned her, noticing the alarmed look in her eyes.

"You can't take me inside and somebody might see me get off from your car. Drop me at the back entrance and then go home. Your shift's done, it will be suspicious if you return five minutes after I'm here. "

"Have you lost it! I'm going nowhere. "

"But, Ethan everyone will know.. about Us. " My insides fluttered at her words.. Or one word in particular. Us. I didn't care anymore.

"Then let them. " I looked at her earnestly. The way her eyes lit up at my decision had me wishing I had done it long ago.

"Let's go in, together. " I offered.

"Okay." She pushed the seatbelt off as I opened the door for her and helped her out. I steadied her, walking her in through the hospital doors.

**********

"Dr Ramsey! Um.. You're gonna..? " Marlene startled seeing me walk into Penny's room.

"Yes Marlene, I'm gonna sit by my sick girlfriend for the entire night. "

"Of course. " Marlene smiled a genuinely happy smile, leaving as she completed her last call, ready to hand over the floor to the next nurse on duty and head home.

The hospital was in quite a stir now. Hushed whispers and shocked indiscreet looks, everyone trying their best to hide their surprise and failing. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, we weren't exactly parading being together, we just weren't hiding it anymore. I was tired of it.

Knowing how precious time was, knowing how much of it was already gone, not knowing how much was left, a chill ran down my spine just thinking about having regrets. This... Us it wasn't something to be kept like dirty secret. I wanted people to know I loved this woman and she deserved nothing less than that.

I sat lost in my thoughts when a small voice called out to me.

"Ethan."

"Rookie, hey, what's wrong? "

"Nothing.Could you just get the bed into a sitting position. " I turned the lever, pushing her slightly up.

"Thank you. For tonight. "

"What do you mean? "

Her eyes turned warm and glazed, she had beautiful eyes, the chocolate orbs stared at me with so much understanding, I couldn't help but fall in love all over again. Man, I had it bad.

"For showing how much this means to you. Us"

I simply kissed her forehead, words leaving me. I was done living safe. This was definitely a risk but when it came to her...She was worth every risk in the world.

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 4 months

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When life has other plans (7/16)

Seeing Red

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, F!MC Casey Valentine

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy loss, language

Word count: 1901

Catergory: angst

Rating: Mature

Summary: The fallout from Casey’s decision.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Cue the drama. To mirror the previous chapter, if this chapter has been triggering for you please contact support services in your country or state.

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The first day of the second year had arrived. Casey awoke. She was equal parts excited and anxious. She got dressed and joined the rest of her housemates for breakfast. She enjoyed the company but she was not feeling the best. She outwardly put it down to nerves about starting the fellowship today but inwardly she was doubting that the medication she had taken the day before was not working.

To Edenbrook she went and the first stop was the Atrium for morning announcements. There was a new class of interns. She had to do a double take when she saw Ethan with his beard. She liked the look immensely and her mind started to stray. She was then annoyed at herself, they were to be colleagues only now and thinking about how his beard would feel against certain parts of her body was certainly thoughts she should not be having.

Meanwhile Ethan’s heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was still as beautiful as ever. He knew right then and there a relationship with her is what he wanted and he hoped she felt the same way.

Casey’s first meeting as part of the Diagnostics team started. She met Baz and June. They had a patient that was incoming from another hospital and they were all going through the possibilities. Casey felt lost and when she asked a question that had the rest of the team raising their eye brows, well she felt stupid. Ethan stated they had already covered that and that there was non family history. Baz and June came to the conclusion that it was Cutaneous Kutchi disease. Tasks were allocated and the meeting dismissed. Casey stayed back.

��Is everything alright Dr Valentine?” Asked Ethan.

“I thought my days of feeling like a clueless intern were over…”

“Did you notice what June and Baz did?”

“Yeah, they asked questions.”

“That is right, a question, no matter how insignificant could lead to the right question that gets us to a diagnosis.”

Casey nodded.

“Do we diagnose without seeing the patient often?”

“Sometimes yes so it is a good skill to have, in this instance we will see the patient but at least we will have a starting point.”

“Thank you Ethan.”

He took his glasses off, and looked at her, he could tell something else seemed to be troubling her but he did not ask, if it was personal, the office was not the place.

“The beard looks good, I like it.” Says Casey. “Thank you for the pep talk.” She says before leaving. She walks down the hall to a stairwell and leans against the wall. She is annoyed at herself, she knew he knew something was up and she was questioning not telling him about the pregnancy and abortion. She then receives a message from Dr Stone that she is available later that day.

Casey goes about her day, she runs the test for the team’s patient, they had the diagnosis but then he states he was looking forward to eating with out being in pain. Which led to a secondary diagnosis of an ulcer which was also fixed. Casey was congratulated for her work and the diagnosis they missed but personal matters were making her worried.

Two hours before her appointment she started to get really bad stomach cramps. There was still no bleeding and what was happening was definitely signs that the medication had not worked. She powered through but thirty minutes before her appointment she had a really sharp pain. It was so sharp that she felt faint and she slid down the wall. Ethan saw her fall and he rushed over. He was concerned. He called for a gurney and he was about to send her down to emergency when Casey muttered, between shots of pain, “Please page Dr Stone.”

Ethan does as she asks and then it dawns on him. Casey was losing a baby. He thinks that the main reason he does not know is that he was in the Amazon and she was waiting for an appropriate time to meet and discuss. He could not be mad at her for that. Dr Stone arrives. Ethan hops out of the way and lets Dr Stone take charge. Casey tells her her symptoms for the last day and tells her that she did take the medication she was prescribed as stated.

Ethan went from sad to angry. He would have supported a decision to terminate, children was not something he had discussed with her and it was certainly something he had not seen for him but the fact that he was left out intentionally. Yes he was on sabbatical but surely he had a right to know. Did he mean so little to her? Now was not the time though. Dr Stone was looking at an ultrasound screen. There was a fetus still there, but no heartbeat. Dr Stone pages surgery. Dr Stone tells Casey what is happening. She is about to have a D&C. Ethan is angry but he knows that Casey will need rest and to be discharged into the care of someone else and he knew that with her housemates schedules that may be difficult. He tells Dr Stone to page him when she is ready for discharge. She nods and thanks Dr Ramsey for stepping in. He makes his way to the DT office. He sits down seething. He starts second guessing what he meant to Casey. Was she secretly deep down happy that the arrangement was ending, despite her being the one wanting to keep it going until he left. He tried to convince himself that she did not tell him because he was away but he was hurt, hurt that the woman whom he had feelings for did not see fit for him to know. The only thing stopping from the thought of that he knew he was the only one she had been with before he went away.

Several hours later he received a page stating that Casey was ready for discharge. He had already given her some time off for the next day. He made his way to where Casey was. She was shocked to see Ethan. He is given the post surgical speech. He tells Dr Stone and Casey that she is off the next day at least. Casey nods and Dr Stone is appreciative. He wheels Casey to his car. Casey expects to be driven to her house but is surprised when he drives to his house.

They are quiet on the drive. Casey is awaiting a lecture, surely he would have figured out what was happening but it did not come and it terrified her. They arrived back at his apartment.

Ethan asked her if she wanted a drink or something to eat. Casey asks for some water. She takes a sip.

“What do you want to know Ethan?” She asks.

What do I want…” he lets out a groan of frustration.

“I do not know Casey? Were you ever going to tell me? Why did you not tell me?”

“What so you were fine finding out via text or voice mail that you got me pregnant? Well guess what, I was not ok with that.”

“What so not telling me at all was so much better? Don’t you think I deserved to know?”

“What and you decide you want to stick around, try to make us work with a baby?”

“If after discussing it and termination was the best option then that would have happened.”

“I did want to tell you but I wanted t do it face to face ok, but given I would have been roughly 8, nearly 9 weeks along now, if it took time to reach a decision and with my schedule, well surgery would have been very quickly my only option.”

“But we could have worked it out together,” says Ethan, trying to not cry.

“Did I not mean anything to you?”

Casey is shocked.

“Of course you do. The time away was hell. There was a rabid faction who thought you influenced Naveen. I was trying to get over my feelings for you and then I find out I am pregnant to you.”

“Casey, it was not easy for me either…”

“Yeah well life likes to deal a crappy hand. Good night Ethan” says Casey as she walks to the guest room.

Ethan lets his emotions out and cries. He does not go to sleep. He stays sitting in the kitchen stewing in his emotions.

He meant something to her. He was not moving pass that comment any time soon. If he meant something to her then why was he kept in the dark about something so important? Casey then emerges.

“Did you sleep?” She asked

“No, I couldn’t.” Said Ethan, “the fact you did not tell me you were pregnant is still eating at me.”

“Why is it bothering you, it is not like you were wanting kids in the first place.” Stated Casey.

“I may have never seen myself as a parent. As I said if we came to the conclusion I would have been fine about that but what is hurting is you did not tell me.”

“I did not want you sticking around out of obligation Ethan, it would be no way to start a relationship and again you deserved to hear it in person, not via a voicemail or text.”

“I get that but I feel so angry…angry and betrayed.”

“It was not my intent to hurt you, believe me…”

“Believe you! Seriously Casey. I am hurt and I am angry, intended or not you have hurt me.”

“Thank you for letting me stay. Thank you for today off. I am going to go back home now. I would hate to think that I am an obligation.”

“You are not an obligation…”

“Then if I hurt you so fucking badly, why am I here? Huh?”

“You fainted at the hospital Casey, clearly something was amiss.”

“Well I can take care of myself.” She states angrily as she heads back to the guest room and gathers her things and leaves the apartment.

Ethan stands there shocked and angry. Anger at the situation and shocked that Casey only sees herself as an obligation. He lets out a guttural scream and cries again. He could not deny how hurt he felt. He had seen first hand how painful the end of something can be and he can not help but wonder if things were now irreparable between him and Casey.

“Why did I get feelings?” he mutters to himself as he continues to get ready for the day. At least he knew he would not be seeing Casey today and he was equal parts relieved and saddened.

Meanwhile Casey was sad, angry and confused. Confused at why Ethan felt so betrayed by her actions. She knows maybe she should have told him, hindsight is always 20/20 but the hurt he felt really caught her off guard. But she also hated that she now felt like he was obligated to look after her and that was the last thing she wanted.

“Well you have your wish Ethan Ramsey” she muttered to herself. After this they were definitely only going to be colleagues, just the way he said they wanted them to be and already Casey was hating it.

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Authors note: another short but not so sweet, I really wanted to give Ethan’s reaction a chapter to itself. I had a different plan initially but decided this would be more dramatic.

The decision has had an impact already and it does come back in different forms later on. Thus a 16 part series.

For those who read this far thank you and I look forward to providing you more content in 2024.

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Serendipity

Part 3

Written for @choicesflashfics - Week 33

Prompt 3 — “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time.”

Book: TRR/OPH

Pairings: Drake Walker x Ava Matheson, Bryce Lahela x Charlie Hawkins

Word count: 2500

Rating: M

TW: Profanity, Suggestive language

A/N: This is a collaboration between myself and @walkerismychoice using the weekly prompts provided by @choicesflashfics As always if you want on or off the tag list, just let me know.

“So you’re laying out clothes for me now?” Drake eyed the crisp, white button down shirt and freshly pressed tan pants that had magically appeared on the bed while he was in the shower.

Ava gave him a dazzling smile. “Just a suggestion. But if you’d rather wear a pair of your ratty old jeans and one of those sad, threadbare flannel shirts you love so much…I can’t stop you.”

“My clothes have been good enough for dinner with the fucking King and Queen…” He muttered under his breath, “but I guess they don’t quite cut it for dinner with Ken and Barbie.”

He picked up the shirt and inspected the tag.

Fucking Armani. She wasn’t messing around tonight.

Ava poked her head out of the bathroom, eyeliner pencil still in hand, “Did you say something?”

“Just wondering why we have to get so dressed up for a casual dinner date with your new bestie and her boy toy.”

Ava rolled her eyes. “First…he’s not some boy toy. He’s a very accomplished surgeon who just saved your life.” She chided gently, “So maybe keep that in mind before mocking him. Second, it’s just a new shirt and a pair of pants for goodness sake.” She flashed him a cheeky smile, “I’m saving the tuxedo I bought you for our second dinner date with them.

“Assuming there IS one, you better be kidding.”

Ava shrugged before ducking back into the bathroom.

“I still think this is fucking weird.” He shouted to her retreating back, “Who the hell makes friends with their doctor for fuck sake? Isn’t that some kind of HIPAA violation?”

Silence from the bathroom. Ava either didn’t hear him, or she was pretending she didn’t.

“Swear to God…” Drake grumbled, “if he mentions how good-looking he is even once tonight, I’ll show him my surgical skills…with a fucking butter knife.”

Drake grabbed a pair of boxer briefs out of his top drawer and slid them on before getting dressed.

He glanced into the mirror and nodded. He hated to admit it, but he looked pretty damn good in designer duds, if he did say so himself.

Leaning in closer, he raked his damp hair back and fleetingly wished he’d gotten it cut this afternoon.

Just then, Ava emerged through the bathroom door.

Their eyes met in the mirror and she smiled. Drake felt his stomach do a little flip as he watched her cross the room toward him, her pale yellow sundress floating around her legs, her ponytail brushing the tops of her tanned shoulders and the alluring scent of fresh Gardenia perfuming the air with every step she took.

She’s a goddamn Goddess. How did I get so lucky?

Ava sidled up behind him, sliding her arms around his waist.

“See.” She cooed, as her admiring gaze traveled over him from head to toe. She pressed into him, the heat of her breath on his ear making the hairs on the back of Drake’s neck stand to attention as the sensation of her breasts rubbing against his back made other parts of his body do the same.

“You look hot.” She whispered in his ear.

“You think so?” He turned around and pulled her into his arms, making sure she could feel what she’d just done to him. “Am I as hot as pretty boy?”

Ava bit back a smile as she reached out to smooth the fabric of Drake's shirt over his broad shoulders, and down his tightly muscled arms, being mindful not to jostle his injured arm too much.

“Not gonna lie… Bryce is reeaaally attractive.”

Drake’s brow furrowed. “Say that again … I don’t think I heard you right the first time.”

Ava smirked. “Oh, I think you heard me…I mean, did you see that smile…”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure NASA classified it as a new constellation.” Drake unwrapped her arms from his waist. “Actually, if this whole surgeon thing doesn’t work out, he could always get a job as a lighthouse.”

Ava laughed and grabbed his wrists, pulling him back to her. She leaned into his chest, savoring the heat of his skin through the light fabric. She let out a soft sigh as she tilted her head up to meet his eyes.

“You’re no pretty boy, Drake Walker. ” She murmured, as she ran her hands over his chest, biting her lip seductively. “You're my rugged, sexy, gorgeous, hunk of a man that I love with every fiber of my being.” She looped one arm around his neck, pulling him down for a lingering kiss laced with promise. “And if you behave yourself … when we get home tonight, I’ll show you just how irresistible I find you.”

“Yeah?” One corner of Drake’s mouth curled upward. “Out of curiosity, just how well-behaved are we talking here? Like, for instance…if I were to casually mention you’re in the market for a stripper for your bachelorette party and ask if he’d consider dusting off his banana hammock for one last grind against the pole…would you consider that bad behavior, or simply a friendly exchange of lighthearted banter between friends?”

“You wouldn’t DARE.”

Drake gave her a slow, panty-dropping grin. “New plan. How about you ensure my good behavior at dinner, by skipping straight to the ‘not being able to resist me’ portion of the night?”

Ava smiled up at him, momentarily losing herself in the burning intensity of his gaze before getting a hold of herself and gently pushing him away.

“No can do, Loverboy. We’re running late as it is. They’re probably already at the restaurant waiting for us.”

Drake sighed and grabbed his keys off the dresser. “Come on, then. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get home and finish what you started.”

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Bryce rushed through his and Charlie’s apartment door, unsurprisingly late after a complicated surgery. The best thing about being with another hospital physician was that they just got it. He knew Charlie wouldn't be upset that he didn’t get home when expected, although he did get five text requests for a status update in the last hour or so.

Bryce could hear the shower running in the master bath as he approached. As tempting as it was to hop in and join Charlie, he'd already taken a shower after changing out of his surgical scrubs. He slowly and quietly pushed open the bathroom door, leaning against the frame to watch and thinking he should be thankful the landlords chose glass shower doors over a curtain. Bryce knew Charlie could be self-conscious about her body, what with growing up surrounded by people who could afford to buy the body they desired if they couldn’t attain it naturally, but to him, she was perfection. Her well-proportioned curves were in all the right places, and what Charlie described as an average body was anything but. He tried to keep his arousal at bay as her soapy hands skimmed over her ample breasts and then down and around to her flawless backside. Soft and round, yet firm at the same time, Charlie’s ass was Bryce’s favorite part, but before he could dwell on it, she turned to grab her conditioner.

“Ahhh!” Charlie screamed as the bottle slipped and crashed to the shower floor. “You scared me! Why didn’t you say you were here instead of just gawking at me like an idiot?”

Bryce shrugged. “It’s a better show when you don’t know I’m watching.”

“Well, show’s over, pal. If you want a chance to see any more of this…” Charlie waved a hand over her body, “you better get ready so we’re not late for dinner.”

Bryce chuckled as he headed to his walk-in closet. Charlie was by no means high-maintenance, but she also wasn’t the jump out of the shower and go type either. He’d be dressed and ready to go long before she had her hair and makeup done. He threw on a nicer pair of dark jeans and a lightweight gray pullover he thought would be fitting for the venue. Although Ava and Drake associated with royals, they, or more specifically Drake, didn't seem like the type to be impressed by fancy dinners and material things. Not that he cared much about impressing Drake anyway with as unpleasant as he'd been in the hospital. However, Charlie really liked Ava, and judging someone solely based on their disposition after a traumatic gunshot wound wasn't completely fair. Plus Bryce had been somewhat of a cocky asshole in defense, so he probably owed Drake another chance.

Inspecting his defined jawline in the mirror, Bryce determined his five o’clock stubble to be more sexy-casual than unkempt mess and didn’t bother shaving. He ran a little pomade through his hair with his fingers and it magically fell into place like it always seemed to do. In the span of no more than five minutes, he was ready, and Charlie was just barely out of the shower.

The hum of the hair dryer told Bryce he still had plenty of time, so he powered-up his playstation to relax for a bit. Engrossed in his game, he had no idea how much time had passed when Charlie emerged from the bedroom.

“Hurry up!” She snapped. “We need to leave now!”

“Just let me save this.” Bryce powered down the machine and glanced up at Charlie which rendered him momentarily speechless. Yes, they’d been dating close to two years, but it seemed most of that time was in hospital scrubs. Seeing her dressed up always felt like the first time, and today, with her loose curls, flowy white floral mini dress, and strappy heels, was no exception.

"Come here." Bryce stood and pulled Charlie in by the waist. "Are you sure you don't want to cancel on them and order in?" He lightly trailed a finger up her inner thigh.

She pushed him away and laughed. "Stop trying to seduce me. You're too damn good at it. You're even wearing that cologne that reminds me of…you know. You really aren't playing fair, but I shall resist. She plucked the keys off the hook by the door and tossed them to Bryce. "Let's go!"

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Thanks to Drake’s lead foot and aptitude for navigating the serpentine back roads of Cordonia, they arrived at the restaurant right on time. Drake was surprised - pleasantly surprised by the choice. Rather than a pretentious fine-dining establishment, which Drake presumed would appeal to the young successful doctors, they had instead chosen a quaint, unassuming tavern.

As Ava predicted, Charlie and Bryce were seated at a table, waiting for them. Ava squeezed Drake’s hand. “Remember. Play nice.”

“I know the stakes.” He gave her his most disarming smile. “Now let's go break bread with our new best friends.”

As they approached the table, Bryce rose from his seat. As Charlie and Ava embraced and began gushing over each other's outfits, Bryce turned to Drake with that big, goofy grin of his and offered his hand.

His handshake was surprisingly firm, Drake noted with satisfaction. Nothing he hated more than a limp handshake.

So at least there was that.

Once the girls broke apart, Charlie smiled warmly at Drake and he smiled back. “Nice to see you again, Charlie.”

He extended his hand toward her, with every intention of giving her a friendly handshake, but as he watched Dr. Touchy McFeely pull Ava into a tight hug, his and Charlie’s handshake somehow morphed into a half shake, half hug that was fully awkward as fuck.

Drake sighed and sat down, only to feel like even more of an ass as Bryce pulled out Ava’s chair for her.

Shit. I guess bailing on those stupid ‘comportment’ lessons all those years ago is finally biting me in the ass.

He met Ava’s eyes across the table and she gave him a sweet smile before turning her full attention to Charlie.

Shit.

Drake scanned the room, trying to catch the eye of a server. He needed a drink STAT.

“So Drake.” Bryce’s cheerful voice momentarily pulled Drake's attention from his search. “How’s the shoulder?”

“Huh?” Drake just caught sight of a waiter passing by with a tray full of drinks.

“The shoulder.” Bryce repeated, tapping a long slender finger against his own scapula, “How’s it feeling? Any residual pain?”

“No.” Drake shook his head slowly, “Nope. No pain. All good.”

“Good.” Bryce nodded. “Yeah, well … glad to hear it.”

“Yup.”

The two men sat in an awkward silence as the girls chatted away, oblivious to the tension on the other side of the table.

“So …uh…” Drake cleared his throat, “You like being a doctor?”

Even as the question left his lips, he recognized how idiotic it was. Thankfully their server chose that moment to materialize, saving Bryce from having to answer.

“Good Evening, I’m Brian and I'll be your server tonight.”

Drake opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, Brian placed a tumbler of amber liquid in front of him, and another in front of Bryce.

“Now ladies, can I get you started with a beverage?”

“Charlie said you were a whiskey man.” Bryce explained, “So I took the liberty…I hope you don’t mind.”

Mind? Drake thought to himself, Hell, right now I want to kiss you right on that pretty little mouth of yours.

But what he actually said was… “Thanks man. Appreciate it.”

Drake took a deep swallow, savoring the deep oaky flavor and subtle heat as it hit the back of his throat.

Suddenly, his brow shot up in surprise. “Wait. Is this…” “Macallan 15." Bryce supplied helpfully, “I wasn’t sure what you drank, but this has always been one of my favorites.” He paused, “Actually, I prefer the 18 year, but this was what they had so…”

“No. This is great.” Drake said quickly, giving Bryce his first true smile of the evening, “You can’t ever go wrong with Macallan.”

Bryce grinned back at him. “Cheers to that!”

They both raised their glasses.

“So Bryce.” Drake leaned back in his chair, having decided that this night might not be a total bust afterall, “Ava tells me you play a bit of Basketball."

Bryce took a sip of whiskey and nodded, “Yeah, I played some in college, but now I play just for fun. Do you play?”

“Yeah, I mean, not in college. Soccer was my game back then. But we have an indoor court at the palace and that's what we do to unwind between shifts.”

“Between shifts? You work at the palace? I thought you just lived there.”

“Yeah. I uh…” Drake hesitated, not sure how much he really wanted to divulge. Talking about his job didn’t usually make for light-hearted dinner conversation.

But Bryce asked…

“I’m not actually living there at the moment.” Drake confessed, “Things with Liam are a little…uh…strained right now.” without thinking, he sent a cautious look in Ava’s direction, “But I do still work there. I’m Kingsguard.”

“Kingsguard.” Bryce repeated before letting out a low whistle and leaning back in his chair. “So throwing yourself in front of bullets is all in a day's work for you.”

“Hardly.” Drake chuckled as he finished off his glass. Bryce immediately signaled for two more. “But if it meant saving her…” Drake glanced over at Ava, and as if sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and smiled. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her.”

"Aww!" Charlie interjected, although Drake wondered how she managed to overhear when neither woman even paused to take a breath in their own conversation. "I think this one's a keeper, Ava."

Ava reached her left hand across the table to squeeze Drake’s. "He is."

Charlie's eyes went wide. "Ava!" She grasped Ava's hand and pulled it closer to inspect. "Is this ring what I think it is?"

Ava beamed and glanced at Drake before turning back to Charlie. "We wanted to tell you and Bryce together in person, but yes it is. We're engaged!"

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Dream (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Ramsey (F!MC) Premise: No matter what time it is, they’ll always find their way to love each other. Rating / Category: General / Fluff Warning(s): None Word Count: 712 words

A/N: No plot, just fluff. Seriously. No plot whatsoever. You have been warned. Super special thanks to @mvalentine for sending this cute prompt! 🤍 You’re a gem, my dear. I’m also participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty and Nice event (selected prompt will be in bold).

A blanket of stars covered the dark blue sky, playing a game of hide-and-seek with those who seek to spend their sleepless night in peace. Everything felt serene and quiet, away from all the mayhem that lurked in Boston. The twinkling, mischievous luminaries had invited their old friend to join them; a glowing sphere that clung on to the familiar darkness with absolute credence.

The pale crescent moon had spilled its silvery radiance on the marbled bedroom floor, helpfully guiding Marchia and ever-growing bump to their destination. At this point, it had become a tiresome routine, really, to wake up every fifteen to thirty minutes in the middle of the dark.

Not that she wants to do it every single time—God, no.

But her beautiful, humongous unborn child had kicked and pushed her poor bladder to its limits. The young diagnostician certainly knew better than to ignore the powerful urge to release that certain bodily fluid.

As if on autopilot, her restless body had forced her to get up, feet dragging to the nearest loo in the process. Her movements were instinctual, habitual—though utterly vexatious. Most days, Marchia enjoyed being pregnant. This exact moment, however, was not part of the things she relished as a pregnant lady.

After finishing her business in the bathroom, she slowly waddled to her favorite part of the house: their kitchen. Immediately after entering the beloved space, her dearest ginger tea was calling out her name, while the leftover oatmeal cookies Ethan made earlier today whispered sweet nothings to her ears.

“Bingo,” she muttered to herself.

A little midnight snack might just be the perfect answer.

Chomping down on her last cookie, Marchia finally grabbed her piping hot tea and a glass of water, then toddled straight back to their bedroom. Once she had put down her drink, she tiptoed to her Ethan’s nightstand and placed his cup.

Hands absently rubbing her swollen belly, she took in the sight of her husband in absolute tranquility and silence of their abode. Tilting his heavy head to the side, he gifted her with the slightest hint of smile; a smile as warm as sunshine on a rainy day. Genuine, unadulterated bliss—etched on the very same face of a man who once claimed that love was nothing more than some neurochemical response.

The expectant mother lowered her head gently and whispered into the shell of his ear, “Dream a little dream of me, sayang.”

Before parting ways, she quickly gave a delicate and loving kiss on Ethan’s forehead. Her soft lips touched his warm temples, and for awhile, all is right with the world. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander—counting down to the very minute she could do the same for their little angel.

Marchia walked back to her side of the bed, making sure that her husband was still sound asleep. She wiggled and outstretched her slender legs, then tucked herself inside the warm duvet. In a matter of seconds, she had snoozed to dreamland.

Little did she know that her little kiss had awoken her dashing husband.

In one swift move, Ethan turned to face her in their bed. His hand had easily found its path to her protruding abdomen, hidden under the thick cover. He carefully stroked her belly, lulling her further into a state of deep slumber.

Brilliant azure orbs looked at her such ease and love. Life was so incredibly kind—and one could even argue that life was too kind—to bless them with the biggest miracle in life. He felt a small pang in his chest as he realizes that this was his life now, his family.

And he would not trade this for anything else.

Snuggling closer to his wife, he reached out and gave featherlight kisses her on cheeks, her temples, her nose, and her lips. Unbridled happiness fill him as he watched her sleeping peacefully.

“I love you, Chia,” he murmured.

Then, he gave his final kiss to the wonderful new addition in their lives.

“And I love you too, little baby,” his soft voice fluttered around her large belly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re safe with me—with us, together.”

As his cheek pulled itself outwards, radiating his biggest smile ever, Ethan had known one thing’s for sure: he’s the luckiest man alive.

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“Hunger” - Ross Copperman; Best Kept Secrets, Chapter 8: It’s Never Ending (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

“Start of Something Good” - Daughtry; Vancross, Chapter 9: This Might End Up Like It Should (Multiple Crossover; Liam x f!OC)

📖 “Bad Guy” - We Three; The Pact, Part 2 (TRR; Liam x f!OC); posted 10/26

“Tempt My Trouble” - Bishop Briggs; The Pact, Part 3 (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

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📖 “Golgotha Tenement Blues” - Machines of Loving Grace; The Vampires Live On, Part 2 [TRR; Liam x Riley (Richard x Alice)]; posted 11/1

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“Castle of Glass” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 9: Castle of Glass [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“Leave Out All the Rest” - Linkin Park; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10a: Leave out all the rest [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“My Immortal” - Evanescence; The Promise Mini Series, Chapter 10b: TBD [TRR; Liam Rys x MC (Jessica Garcia)]

“The Winner Takes All” - Mack Loren; Waltz to remember [TRR/OPH]

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“notice me” - ROLE MODEL ft. BENEE; Irreplaceable, Chapter 23: Can’t Stand When You’re Not Close to Me (TRR AU; Leo x Riley)

“Mastermind” - Taylor Swift, We Belong Together, AU One-Shot: All You Did Was Smile (TRR AU; King Aiden x Riley)

“this is how you fall in love” - Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler; If the Fates Allow, AU One-Shot: Fall in Love (TRR AU; Leo x Riley; Liam x Marena)

📖 “Wings” - Birdy; Would’ve Gave It All, Part 5: In the Moment We’re Lost and Found (TRR/RoE; Leo x Riley); posted 10/26

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txemrn · 2 years

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ethan’s reaction to tatum saying ‘i have a boyfriend’ when ethan tries to hug/kiss her or smth because she’s wayyy too hammered? because i live for that scenario 💓

Mal! 💜 *hugs*

Thank you so, so much for including me with this Ask! It is quite possible I didn't understand the assignment (lol), but hey, I was inspired (like others) to write a fic! Thank you again; this is for you, love!

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Summary: While Tatum heads out for the evening, Ethan sorts through his own thoughts and feelings about his new relationship with an old friend.

Word Count: ~4150

Music Inspo: "MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT" - Loveless

Rating/Warning: 18+; adult situations; language; excessive alcohol consumption; unwanted sexual advances; innuendos and sexual discussion

AN: Huge thanks to my sweet friend @charlotteg234 for helping me through some of this. This is not truly beta'd, so please excuse my mistakes. Some of the characters and settings belong to our friends at Pixelberry!

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After painting on a vibrant, blood red lipstick, Tatum carefully finger combs her curls, her blonde tresses bouncing perfectly on her bare shoulders. She slips on her strappy, black stilettos when her phone begins to vibrate against her bathroom counter.

Noticing the familiar name on the screen, she bites her lower lip, butterflies swarming wildly in her stomach. It’s been almost two weeks since she and Ethan agreed to become an exclusive couple, and although every nerve in her body is screaming, craving for more of him, she is letting him set the pace. He needs to set the pace. And truthfully, she likes it that way.

She answers the video call. “Hey, you.”

A shirtless man with a strong, square jawline and freshly showered hair is taken aback. “Wow…” he nervously chuckles, his crystal eyes widening. “Hey, yourself. You look…” he subtly shakes his head back and forth, searching for the right words. “Just... wow," he finally exhales and smiles broadly. "Who are you wearing that red lipstick for?”

"Oh Ethan," Tatum sardonically giggles, rolling her eyes. “A couple of very happily married women, that's who,” she jests. Reagan and Adair, two of Tatum’s good friends from her practice in California, are visiting Boston for the weekend, and tonight, they are going out for dinner and drinks.

There’s a sudden knock on the door. “Oh,” Tatum’s attention is stolen from the video call. “Rams? They’re here.” She scrunches up her nose, “I’ve gotta go.”

“Have fun,” Ethan smirks before lowering his voice, “--with your red lipstick.”

“Oh God!” Tatum quickly looks in the mirror before looking back to her phone. “Does it look bad?”

“'Bad' isn't the word I would use," he smirks, his tone becoming husky, his eyes beginning to smolder. “Now... bitable?"

"Ethan Ramsey!"

He chuckles deviously. "Just… don’t forget you have a boyfriend while wearing it.”

"Ohhh," she singsongs. "A boyfriend, huh?" She playfully raises an eyebrow. "Did you just call yourself my boyfriend?"

Ethan's cheeks warm into a flush, resting his tongue into the side of his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Tatum giggles, biting the tip of her tongue.

"Text me when you get home?" He gravelly whispers. Tatum purses her lips together, trying to hide her excitement as she begins to nod. "Have fun, Tate."

—------

"Julian!" Ethan extends his arm to his longtime good friend.

"Ramsey!" The tall, broad-shouldered man takes the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's been way too long."

Chuckling to himself, Ethan pulls him into a hug, patting him on the back. “Way too long. Come on in! Make yourself at home.”

Julian Santiago is an ear, nose and throat physician with practicing privileges at three major hospitals in Boston, Edenbrook being one of them. He and Ethan met in clinicals at Johns Hopkins, and even roomed with each other at the end of their fourth year.

Each grabbing a beer, the men take seats on Ethan’s plush sectional couch. Against his owner’s dismay, Jenner eagerly jumps into Julian's lap, instantly welcomed with ear scratches and belly rubs. The room quickly fills with thunderous laughs and memories once lived as the two friends catch up on their professional and personal lives.

"Well, goddamn. Ethan Ramsey, Chief of Medicine." Julian's lips curl upward as he shakes his head.

“Pretty unbelievable, huh?” Resting his elbows on his knees, Ethan takes a sip of his beer before he looks back to Julian with a smirk.

“Unbelievable?” he scoffs, “fuck that. Ramsey, you’re a goddamn natural. You were meant to lead. We just needed to beat a little confidence into you. And… get rid of that shit attitude.” They both fall into knowing titters of laughter, Ethan burying his head in his hands.

“Fuck,” Ethan sits up, rubbing his forehead. “Don’t remind me.”

“But, goddamnit, look at you!” Julian holds a few fingers over his mouth, his warm chestnut eyes becoming sentimental. “I’m proud of you, man.” He holds out his drink as if to toast to his old college roommate. Ethan gently taps the neck of his beer with his bottle as they silently take a sip in cheers.

"God," Julian rubs his forehead. "So, I guess this means you've kissed your personal life goodbye then?"

Ethan gazes down at his hands that are anxiously rubbing together. A large, toothy smile uncontrollably fixes to his face.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Julian crosses his ankle over a knee, resting his chin on his hand. "Don't tell me. The redhead. Again?"

Ethan scowls back up at Julian, his eyebrows furrowed. "No. That's…" he sighs heavily. "... that's over."

"Thank God," he downs the rest of his beer. He motions with his thumb to the refrigerator, his host giving him a subtle nod for another lager. The men fall silent as Julian pops open the bottles.

Ethan clears his throat. "There is someone though."

"Oh yeah?" Julian offers a cautious grin, handing a beer to Ethan. "Another kindergartner?" He chuckles.

"Asshole," Ethan mutters, but unable to contain a snicker.

"Well?" Julian motions with his hand to keep going. "Tell me about her! What's her name? What does she look like? How did you guys meet? How's the sex?"

Ethan chokes out a laugh, avoiding his friend's gaze. His neck slowly swirls to red as he scratches his long stubble. "Well… I mean…"

Julian stares at Ethan carefully, a mischievous grin crawling across his face. "Huh."

"What?" Ethan steals a long swig of his drink.

"This girl," Julian nods assuredly, "cat's got your tongue, fool. She must be really special."

Ethan takes another sip, trying to conceal his joyous expression. Julian lounges back in his seat, a Cheshire grin growing larger as he watches Ethan become more and more uncomfortable, fidgeting and fumbling with his fingers.

"Is my brother, our forever bachelor, the world renown Dr. Ethan J. Ramsey… off the market? Possibly for good?"

Ethan casts a glare to Julian before raising his eyebrows and turning back to his drink.

"You son of a bitch! I knew it! Okay, seriously," he scoots closer to Ethan, stealing away his beer bottle. "Tell me."

Ethan begins to pop his knuckles, his demeanor lightening at the thought of his girlfriend. "Well…" he snickers, "it's Tatum."

Julian nods his head.

Then he freezes.

Then his eyes widen.

"Erikson?"

Ethan finally looks him in the eye, nodding as he rolls his lips.

"You… are back with–with Erikson?" He covers his mouth as he studies Ethan silently for a minute. He then begins to titter, slapping Ethan on the back. "Seriously? This… wow, I wasn't… I wasn't expecting this," he chuckles to himself. "How–how the fuck did this happen?"

Ethan runs his hands down his face as he leans back onto the couch. "She had moved to Boston to take care of some personal business, and before Dr. Banerji retired, he hired her as the chief of OB."

"And," Julian snickers, "did the bastard even tell you?"

Ethan rolls his eyes before joining in his friend’s laughter. "But damnit, Jay… she… she's just so…" he bites his lip, the corners of his lips turning up as he searches for words. He finally shrugs his shoulders, his eyes sparkling as he turns his attention back to his buddy. "... she's great."

"I always liked Tatum. She was always such a sweetheart." He whistles, "And fucking smart, dude." He shakes his head, gritting his teeth. "Damn, she gave us a run for our money."

Ethan scoffs. "Tell me about it. Our first day together, she challenged me in front of the entire ER staff."

"Was she right?"

Ethan scowls, taking another sip as his guest bursts out laughing.

"Goddamnit, Ramsey… “ Julian exhales dramatically, “Tatum Erikson. No shit." He licks his bottom lip. "Damn, I remember being so jealous of you. Fuck, we all were." He drops his head, lowering his voice. "Me and some of the guys… We were always hoping you two would get back together." He glances back to Ethan. "You look happy, man,” he raises his eyebrows in realization, “the happiest I have seen you in a long, long time."

Ethan bounces his head in agreement, his face naturally brightening as they fall into a comfortable silence.

“So, why are you being so shy about her?”

Ethan grunts as he drags his hands down his face. “I don’t know.” He pauses, searching his friend’s eyes. “It’s almost… too good to be true. We just… make sense. We fit so well together. I really want this to work out–I need… I need this to work out.”

“Are you afraid–” Julian stops, carefully choosing his next words, “--that she might–?”

“No,” Ethan rapidly shuts down his question. “We both made mistakes, Jay. But–” he shakes his head, “have we learned anything?” He props his elbow up on the arm of the couch, resting his cheek into the palm of his hand. “Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

Julian chuckles. “Sounds like love, dude.”

Ethan blows away a breath he was holding, the corner of his mouth turning up as he processes his buddy’s words.

"She still hot?"

Ethan flicks his eyebrows, licking his top lip.

"Nice. And the sex?"

"Julian! Jesus…" Ethan finishes his beer as he relaxes back into the couch, crossing his legs. "Cmon."

"You c'mon, dude!" He retorts. "My wife blue-balled me after the twins. Let me live vicariously through you."

"I mean," Ethan clears his throat, "we just became exclusive early last week."

"Meaning?"

"We haven't–I mean, we have. Just not yet. As a couple."

Julian raises an eyebrow before running a hand down his face. "What the fuck does that even mean?"

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose. "It means we hooked up several weeks back–"

"Oh?" He interrupts, clicking his tongue in approval. "And?"

"And… I promptly apologized and told her we needed to keep things professional."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Ramsey!"

"I know, I know," Ethan buries his face in his large hands. "I was holding her, and she whispered that she missed me and… damnit! I–I panicked–"

"--or had a stroke! Jesus!" Julian jokes. "And you haven't fucked her since?"

Ethan sighs as he gathers the empty beer bottles, and heads towards the kitchen to throw them away. "It'll happen. We fell back into place. Eventually… that will, too." As he walks back to the living, Ethan notices his cell phone is in Julian's hands. "Um, Jay, what are you doing?"

"Getting you laid," Julian taps away on the phone. "And… send." He tosses the cellular to his friend.

Ethan clicks on his messages, reading the last outgoing text out loud. “‘Miss you’?” He chuckles. “That’s supposed to get me laid?”

“She’s out with her friends, right?” Ethan nods as Julian continues. “So, she’s going to read it to her friends, and they’re all going to be,” he raises the pitch of his voice, “‘Awwww that’s so sweet!’ and shit–”

“--they’re not twelve-year-old girls–”

“And Tatum is going to have hearts flying all around her, unable to get you out of her mind, and then–” he snaps his fingers, “she’s coming over later.”

“Jay, she’s going to know I didn’t send that.”

“Why?”

“‘Why?’” Ethan lets out a sarcastic snicker. “I don’t say shit like that!”

“Ahh, but we’re learning from our past mistakes, yes?” Julian offers a cheeky grin. “Trust me. Your dick will be wet in no time.”

Ethan shakes his head, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"So, are we watching the fight or what?"

—---

Tatum and her girlfriends dined at a modern, upscale steakhouse in downtown Boston; but rather than tour the bustling nightlife, the out-of-town visitors insisted on experiencing their friend's new East Coast digs by going to the local hangout for drinks and pool. Having had a few drinks at the restaurant, the ladies grabbed an Uber, and headed for Donahue's.

It's well past ten, but the night is just getting started at the popular sports bar. Tatum, Adair and Reagan down their third Patrón shot when a familiar R&B beat plays out over the place.

"Oh my God! I remember when this came out," Adair squeals as she sexily wiggles her hips back and forth. She motions with her fingers for the others to dance with her.

"I think I better sit this one out," Reagan holds on to a pool table. "How did we do this all the time in our 20s? I swear, the room is sideways–"

"--which is the perfect time to dance!" Adair grabs her friend's hand. "Right, Tate? Tate?"

The deep spits of Dr. Dre thunder through the speakers, hypnotizing the patrons. With the bubbles of alcohol coursing through her system, Tatum slowly rocks her hips to the rhythm as if the world is her own stage. She finger combs her tresses, holding her hair seductively back as she continues to dance. Her eyes flutter close as her red lips pucker. Her soft, glowing shoulders fluidly bounce to the music.

"Woo! Get it, Tate!"

Tatum scrunches up her nose, biting the tip of her tongue. She playfully swivels around and shakes her ass rapidly, her friends squealing and jovially spanking her. Downing the rest of her vodka tonic, Tatum turns to girlfriends. "C'mon, ladies!" Using their empty glass tumblers as microphones, the dancing friends begin singing to one another.

"Shorty get down, good Lord. Baby got 'em open all over town…"

"Dr. Erikson?"

Tatum freezes, twirling around only to be met with the kind, handsome face of a colleague from the ER department at the hospital. "Dr. Murray! And please," she puts her hand on her chest as if to introduce herself, "Tatum."

"Only if you call me Brett." He grins before turning his attention to Tatum's old colleagues. After exchanging pleasantries, Tatum learns that the ER physician is there with a few other men from his department to catch the big fight.

"Well, since you’re here and I’m here,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “we’re gonna have to settle something."

Tatum giggles, raising an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"Who's the better triage department. ER versus OB."

Tatum rolls her eyes, turning to Reagan and Adair. "What do you say, ladies?"

"C'mon, vagina squad," playfully chides a swole paramedic, standing behind Brett.

"You're on, bucko!" Adair shouts out, puffing out her chest to taunt the men.

"Winner buys next round?" Tatum motions in a circle.

"Deal," Brett agrees, giving a charming wink to Tatum.

For the next hour, the friends and colleagues battle it out, all the while dancing and singing along to the best of the 90s. But after the fourth game, several people tapped out after the ER crew decided on a shot of Rumplemintz.

Having trouble maintaining her balance, Tatum puts away her pool stick. Brett quickly grabs her elbow, stabilizing her.

"Don't tell me you're quitting on me, too, Erikson."

She pulls her arm away from him. "I barely know my own name, let alone how many drinks I've had," she chuckles.

“You seem like the type that knows how to have fun all night,” he smirks.

Tatum frowns as she puts her hands up in front of her. “Are you–are you hitting on me?”

Brett chuckles condescendingly, glancing around the bar before fixing his eyes on the blonde doctor. “Now Tatum,” he points a patronizing finger in her face, “don’t be a cock tease.”

She swats his hand out of her way, her face disgusted by how quickly the night has turned into something awful. She scoffs, quickly turning to walk away.

"Wait," he jogs up ahead, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'll come with you."

Tatum shrugs off his hand. "Don’t bother. G’night."

Hoping to lose him, Tatum squeezes herself into the mass of people, hovering around the bar to watch the last few seconds of the fight. Desperately needing water, she calls out to the bartender. "Reg?" She raises her arm to wave him down.

Without warning, Brett's deep voice is mere inches from her ear. Feeling his warm breath against her neck sends a scary chill down her back, the tiny hairs of her neck standing on end. "I got this, baby girl," he croons. As he raises his hand to holler for Reggie, his other hand intimately caresses the curves of Tatum's ass.

"Whoa!" She pushes his arm off of her as she turns around to push him away from her, knocking him into several onlookers. Utter shock scours her face. "Brett! You clearly got the wrong impression, but–"

Suddenly, Brett is being pulled out of the crowd by his shirt, his face contorting in discomfort.

"Oh my God!" Tatum yelps in horror, covering her mouth with her hands as she looks to see who's pulling him away. "Ethan?"

"She’s not interested, Murray, so get your goddamn hands off of her!" Ethan growls, shoving him towards the exit as he lets go of his now stretched-out shirt.

"Dr. Ramsey! I–I wasn't, I mean, I wasn't trying to do anything," Brett stammers.

Ethan takes a strong step forward, crossing his arms as he towers over the ER doctor. "I sure hope you weren't, especially since any kind of harassment on or off hospital property is grounds for dismissal," he snarls, his eyebrows furrowing. "Go crawl back to your pit, Murray."

"Yes, sir, Dr. Ramsey," Brett's voice cracks. "See you Monday, sir."

As bar patrons applaud and pat him on the back, Ethan glowers, watching the ER physician slink out the door. Ensuring his exit, he instantly turns to check on Tatum, but she's nowhere in sight. He looks around the bar, darting between people and tables, but his girlfriend is gone. "Damnit," he mutters.

He recognizes the women she was with earlier, slumped over a bar-top table. He approaches them kindly. He clears his throat. "Reagan? Adair?"

Reagan stirs, making eye contact with the brooding physician. "Oh my God! You–you're Ethan Ramsey!" She sticks out her hand to shake his. "I'm Reagan, and–and this is Adair." She points to the sleeping brunette with her arms over her head. She doesn't move. “Adair! Dr. McDreamy is here!” Reagan turns back to Ethan, batting her eyes poorly. "We've heard so many things about you–good things, of course!" She giggles with a large, toothy smile.

"Likewise," Ethan cordially nods, his eyes still roaming around the establishment. "Have you seen Tate?"

Reagan points to the hallway that leads to the restrooms before she lets out a loud hiccup, shocking Ethan's eyes wide.

After ensuring that Tatum’s good friends had a safe way back to their hotel, Ethan quickly turns on his heel to find the blonde.

"Oh, and Ethan?" Reagan slurs her words. He stops, hesitantly turning back around, forcing a grin. "That was so, so, so sweet of you to text Tate earlier, ya'know? During your guys' night."

Ethan stares at Reagan deadpan. "What?"

"I wish my husband was more thoughtful and sensitive like that. It was just, like, the cutest."

Ethan purses his lips. Fucking Jay. "That's me," he sarcastically agrees, "the cutest." He watches her slump over on top of Adair before he takes off to the restroom.

He takes a deep breath before pushing open the door to the cramped, three-stall room with a flickering overhead light. He scans the space, realizing there's only one other person in there with him: his girlfriend.

And his breath catches in his chest at the sight of her. And he smiles. They might be fifteen years older, but her body alone still makes him weak in the knees, his mouth instantly running dry.

Tatum is leaned in closely to the mirror, fixing the crimson paint on her lips. She’s wearing a pair of linen paperbag shorts, perfectly accentuating her well-rounded assets and the strong, sexy musculature of her long, tanned legs. She sways her hips back and forth to the muffled beat of an Eminem song playing in the main bar area, completely unaware of the set of piercing blue eyes watching her every movement.

She stands up straight, checking out the fit of her black halter and then her overall look. As she reaches for her clutch, a strong arm snakes around her waist while another hand delicately pushes her platinum waves off of her neck.

"Hey, baby," Ethan purrs gravelly, nuzzling his full lips and nose into her neck.

Her face falls, pulling his arm off of her. She whips around, crossing her arms.

“What’s wrong–?”

"Were you spying on me, Dr. Ramsey?" She bites back quickly.

Ethan raises his eyebrows. "'Dr. Ramsey'? 'Spying'?" He scoffs into a chuckle under his breath. "Tate, I–"

"I was handling that situation with Brett just fine… unless–" her eyes fall into a glare, "--do you not trust–?"

"Stop." Ethan holds two fingers to her pout, his eyes captivating her attention. “Tate, I don’t want to spy on you. I–” he sighs, a corner of his mouth curling, “--I know I don’t have to do that, baby. Ever. And tonight?” He shakes his head. "I honestly had no idea you and the girls were going to make a stop here. Jay and I came here to watch the fight." He chuckles under his breath. “But I’m glad I got to catch a little bit of your personal show,” he slowly combs a few blonde locks behind her ear, “with you dancing, looking so sexy.” As she coyly looks at the ground, his eyes train to her plump, parted lips. He runs his thumb across the deep rouge, the color smudging on his hand as he pictures it smeared on other parts of his own body.

And he begins to harden.

“That damn lipstick,” he roughly purrs. He steps closer to her, tenderly slipping his large hands over her shoulders. "And I know you can handle yourself with dipshits like Murray,” Ethan pushes his hips against Tatum, her body pressed against the porcelain sink. His lips hover close to her ear as he lowers his voice. Deeper. Huskier. “But so help me, Tate,” he growls, “I’m not going to sit back and watch him or anyone else touch something that belongs to me.”

Tatum glances back into Ethan’s eyes, seeing the hunger in his stare. She swallows thickly as he leans in close, his eyes fluttering shut, his lips barely brushing against hers. Placing her hands on the sink behind her, she playfully leans away from his advances. “But Dr. Ramsey,” she bites her bottom lip, as he glares inquisitively at her. “I have a boyfriend.”

A mischievous expression crosses his face. He undoes the tie of her shorts before unzipping them, his gaze never leaving her ocean blues. “Then, we better not tell him.”

Tatum giggles, tossing her tresses over her shoulders before looking back to the man nudging himself intimately between her legs. “Not tell him what–” she bends her knee, curling her leg around his waist, “--Dr. Ramsey?”

“How your red lipstick got smeared between your thighs.”

—----

“... Call me back, asshole.”

The fight ended well-over thirty minutes ago, and a slightly tipsy Julian can’t get ahold of his good friend as he paces outside on the sidewalk. He fires off another text to Ethan, saying that he arranged a ride home when all of a sudden, he hears a kind, cheerful voice.

“Julian?”

The funny, quick-witted man turns around eagerly. And smiles. “Tater Tot? Get your fine ass over here, girl!” Tatum runs up to her old college friend, closing the gap between them as she playfully jumps into his broad, strong arms. He easily scoops her off the ground, rocking her back and forth in a giant bear hug. “You better be taking care of my boy,” he whispers, patting her firmly on the back.

Tatum giggles knowingly. “Um… your boy took care of me, Santiago.”

Julian sets her down, giving her an inquisitive look before he looks up at the familiar person walking towards him. With his hands in his pockets, Ethan saunters up slowly behind them with an untucked shirt, disheveled hair and a large grin, looking more relaxed than ever.

“Well, well, well,” Julian boasts loudly. “I guess things aren’t professional anymore, are they Ramsey?” He falls in a boisterous laugh as Ethan takes Tatum in his arms, both of them blushing into snickers. As they quiet down, Julian’s Uber arrives to pick him up. He crawls into the backseat, but before he takes off, he rolls down the window. “You kids go have fun,” he winks before spanking the air in front of him. “There’s a lot of fu–”

“Okay, asswipe,” Ethan threateningly steps towards the car, “you’re done. Get out of here.”

“Oh, Jay!” Tatum approaches the car as it brakes. “I just wanted to tell you that… I missed you, too,” she winks.

Julian furrows his eyebrows, giving her a confused look. “Huh?”

“Your message? 'Miss you'?"

An abrupt guilty expression paints across Julian's face as he snickers to himself.

"C'mon, Santiago!" She laughs, "in what universe would anyone think that text was from Ethan Ramsey?”

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Thank you for this ask @inlocusmads. Of course, that 100 words or less part is just comical to use with me! But I clocked in at just over 1000, which isn't bad! I love that you asked for Casey and Jess! I love these two so much, and every time I finish a fic featuring them, I feel like I've been wrapped up in a warm, cozy blanket! I know it's not a popular pairing, but I love them. So thank you! I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series/Casey's Med School Years) Pairing: F!MC (Casey MacTavish) x F!OC (Jessica Philips) Words: 1,099 Rating: Teen Warnings: Discussion of mental health issues, nothing too deep. Category: Angsty fluff/ hurt/comfort Summary: Jess has noticed a bit of a change in Casey, and offers her support when she learns the reason why. A/N: For @choicesnovchallenge - I think World Kindness Day would fit. :) A/N 2: SAD = Seasonal Acquired Depression

Sometimes, a room can be so silent that the gentle sounds of breathing permeate the air like a siren. As if to prove it, Jessica closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and released at an achingly slow pace. The gentle noise would have gone unnoticed any other time, especially in a bustling city like Philadephia. But today, in her tiny living room, it may as well have been a gust of wind during the fiercest of winter storms. Still, the sound went unnoticed by Casey, whose gaze was fixed out the window on the other side of the room.

Shifting her weight on the lumpy but cozy sofa, Jess placed her textbook on the coffee table at her side. That was enough studying for now. If anything else was to be committed to memory this evening, it would be the way the street lights shining through the window gently lit the contours of her girlfriend’s face. Another deep breath, this one involuntary, escaped her as she wondered if she had any idea how simply exquisite she was.

“It must be some view out there,” Jessica stated, pulling Casey from her thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The view... outside... it must be special. You seem lost in it.”

Casey dropped the curtain, a gentle blush on her cheeks, and turned to Jessica, adorably wrapped up in a chenille throw, the loose tendrils that had escaped her messy bun framing her lovely face.

“It’s nothing compared to the view in here,” Casey corrected, happily accepting Jessica’s arms embracing her from behind.

“We’ve been studying all day,” Jess whispered. “Do you need a break? I can make us a snack.”

“No. I think I’m good for another hour or so.”

Jess placed her chin on Casey’s shoulder, fixing her gaze in the same direction.

“Wow, I see why you’re entranced. The lights look so pretty.”

“They do,” Casey agreed.

“I can’t believe it’s so dark already. It’s not even five o’clock.”

“Yep,” Casey sighed, gently pulling herself away from her lover and crossing the room. “Daylight standard time strikes again! Between studying, work, and volunteering... we’re lucky if we see the sun again before April.”

“Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Jess smiled as she returned to Casey’s side. “But all right.”

But Casey didn’t meet Jess’s playful energy. With a swallow, she sullenly turned away.

“Case... what’s going on? Are you OK?”

“Yeah,” Casey sighed.

She had only recently begun to explore the demons that had haunted her throughout her life. The anxiety that creeped out of nowhere, the sadness that could envelop her typically sunny personality without warning. She was coming to understand why and recognize her triggers, and winter’s darkness was undoubtedly one. Jessica was aware of her journey; what’s more, she was supportive, but it was still difficult to articulate. But, looking at her girlfriend’s furrowed brow, she felt she owed her the truth.

“It’s just... winter is hard for me. It’s not the cause of my depression, but all the darkness... it doesn’t help at all.”

“Oh,” Jess pulled up a chair, quickly going into doctor mode; she fought to remain a supportive partner as well. “Have you been diagnosed with SAD?”

“Not officially.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to mention it to your therapist or psychiatrist,” Jess started, a knowing look on her face. “It sort of makes sense now.”

“What does?”

“You’ve been a little sadder recently, sleeping more. You haven’t been interested in doing things you.. or we... normally enjoy. It’s been worse since the time change.”

“Well,” she shrugged dismissively. “That’s just depression...”

“Of course, but if you notice it worsens this time of year... will you talk to your doctors?”

“I will,” Casey nodded.

“Good. There are ways to combat this. They may increase your antidepressant, some vitamins have proven helpful, and we can do things to make it better.”

“Such as?”

“Well, I’m going to get you outside during the daylight more often. We can bundle up and take a walk before heading out in the morning.”

Casey let out a laugh, then took Jess’s hand.

“Do you really think getting me up early is a solution?”

“Hmmm... maybe not,” Jess winked. “I’ll just kidnap you and drag you out on our lunch breaks. I can also get light boxes for our apartments...”

“You don’t need to do that,” Casey protested.

“I don’t need to do anything, but I want to. Honestly, I’ve always wondered if it would help me, too. The winter is awfully dreary. Besides, why wouldn’t I do all I can to help you?”

Casey brushed a loose curl from Jessica’s face, then met her lips with a sweet, tender kiss.

“I’m lucky to have you.”

“Well, I’m lucky to have you, too,” Jess assured, the smile on Casey’s face growing wider.

“You know, if you really want to do anything to help me... you know what helps SAD a lot?”

“What?” Jess smiled with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re freaking snickerdoodles! Oh my God, they’re delicious!”

“That’s it,” Jess said, her laughter filling the room. “I was expecting something far more salacious from you.”

“Mmm, maybe later,” Casey winked. “But really, I think you should make me snickerdoodles at least two times a week this winter. As an experiment... you know... to see if it helps.”

“An experiment?” Jess asked with a cocked brow.

“Yes. We’ll do it for science.”

“Come here,” she smirked, pulling Casey in for a kiss.

They rested their foreheads together after breaking away, Jess lovingly caressing the back of Casey’s head.

“You know I’ll do whatever I can to help. You know that, right?”

“I do,” Casey grinned. “I hope you know how much it means to me.”

“I do,” Jess smiled, abruptly pulling away to grab her purse.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Not me... we,” Jess said as she tossed Casey her coat. “I’m completely out of brown sugar and flour. How am I supposed to make you snickerdoodles tonight without them?”

“Well, then, to the market we go!” Casey said, her spirits lifted. She tugged at Jess’s hand just before they reached the door. “Jess, wait!”

Her head flung in Casey’s direction. “Yes?”

“I have a feeling... this winter will be a lot better than the ones before. It really helps when you have support.”

After gently bopping Casey’s nose with her finger, Jess placed a tender kiss on her forehead.

“You’ll be sick of me fretting by the end of it.”

“I assure you, I won’t,” Casey said as they walked down the hall. “Especially if your therapy includes snickerdoodles.”

A/N 3: If you (like me) have SAD, you can find some resources here. There is help out there! :)

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total-drama-brainrot · 4 months

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actually i despise the way that, out of all of the potential characters my brain chose to fixate on out of this show, the queercoded embodiment of gifted kid burnout was the one it settled on.

not the girlboss mean girls ripoff. not the perfectionist overachiever with control issues. not the overconfident over-competent manipulator. not THE goth girl artistic activist of the 2000s. you know, literally any of the characters with things like screen time or character development (read: character regression)

#something about a witty character with untapped potential limited screen time and vague backstory/motives really draws a crowd huh?#what i'm trying to say is noah is sans undertale flavoured. just with less puns less angst and more ambiguous sexuality.#if total drama ever does breach mainstream fandom culture it's all over for him. he'll be tumblr sexyman'd before you can blink #i do genuinely think it's the wasted potential that draws me in personally. there's so much he COULD be doing. so much fanfic fuel.#total drama #ophe rambling #feel free to ignore

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walkerismychoice · 11 months

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Serendipity - Part 4

Written for @choicesflashfics - Week 34

Prompt 3 — “ I think I need to be drunk to understand this story ”

Book: TRR/OPH

Pairings: Drake Walker x Ava Matheson, Bryce Lahela x Charlie Hawkins

Word count: 1814

Rating: M

TW: Profanity, Suggestive language

A/N: This is a collaboration between @deb-1106 and @walkerismychoice using the weekly prompts provided by @choicesflashfics As always if you want on or off the tag list, just let me/us know. Deb usually posts to keep it consistent, but we were both kind of scrambling this week, so I’m getting this in under the wire for us. Charlie gasped. "Oh my God! Congratulations! She tilted Ava’s ring from side to side, watching the facets twinkle from the glow of the pendant lights.I'm so happy for you!" But was she? Well of course she was, but why, on some level did she feel a twinge of Jealousy.

"Yeah, Congrats! You're smart to be locking this one down already." Bryce directed his words at Drake and then winked at Ava. "How long have you two known each other again?

Drake glowered at Bryce momentarily but then lightened up. "You know, in absence of all the Whiskey we've had, I might take your comment as an insult, but you're right. I gotta make this thing legal before she realizes she's too good for me, heh."

"Oh stop!" Ava swatted Drake playfully. "You know that would never happen because it's not true." Turning back to Bryce and Charlie she said, "To answer your question, we've known each other about 6 months."

"Wow, 6 months…that's kind of fast," Charlie mused out loud before she could think to censor her thoughts.

Ava laughed. "If you asked me 6 months ago if I'd be anywhere near an engagement right now, I would have told you to get the fuck out of here."

"That's for sure," Drake interjected, and everyone laughed.

“Anyway,” Ava continued, “When you know, you know. There’s no need to wait for some arbitrary, socially acceptable length of time, right?”

“Cheers to that!” Bryce raised his glass towards the center of the table.

The others accepted the invitation and clinked their glasses, even Charlie who wasn’t feeling particularly celebratory. Cheers to that?! Did his agreement with the sentiment mean he wasn’t sure about his future with Charlie yet? Was Charlie just being dramatic? Just yesterday she had no doubts about the pace of her relationship with Bryce, so why did this suddenly feel like a competition she was losing? She felt tears start to prick the corners of her eyes.

“I’m going to use the restroom real quick,” Charlie excused herself without waiting for anyone’s reply. She locked herself in a stall and waited a few minutes until she felt more composed.

Just as Charlie exited the stall, Ava walked through the restroom door. “Hey, you were gone awhile. Is everything okay?”

Charlie, washing her hands, stared straight ahead and hoped Ava couldn’t tell she’d been crying. “Yep, just finishing up.”

“Charlie, I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I could tell something was up back at the table. Do you want to talk about it?”

Charlie was mortified. “No, I’m so sorry. This was a big moment for you, and the last thing I wanted to do was make it about me. I’m really not that girl. I don’t know what came over me. Just give me a minute, and I’ll be back out.”

Ava took a towel from the dispenser and handed it to Charlie. “I’m not the type of friend who needs things to be all about me either, so spill it.”

Ava’s tone eased Charlie’s mood just enough to make her feel comfortable opening up. “I’m happy for you and Drake, I really am. It’s just that your engagement announcement suddenly made me doubt what Bryce and I have. We’ve been together two years and marriage hasn’t even come up.”

“Girl, I’ve seen the way Bryce looks at you. He’s not going anywhere. We aren’t all on the same timeline, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I suppose that’s true.” The logical side of Charlie’s brain knew Ava’s was right, and she hoped the emotional side would soon follow. It was at least appeased enought to put this to rest for now. She looked in the mirror and cringed. “I just need to fix my face, and then I’ll be out.”

Ava fished a makeup wipe from her purse. “Let me help.” She wiped the black streaks from Charlie’s face and then pulled out a small cosmetic bag. “Just a little eye liner and fresh mascara and you’ll be good to go.”

Once Ava finished, Charlie inspected her work. “Wow, can you do my make-up every day? I don’t even know how to properly apply eyeliner.”

Ava laughed. “Better yet, I’ll teach you. We’ll plan a spa night soon.”

Charlie hugged Ava. “Thank you. And again, I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” Ava pulled away with a smile. “Now let’s get back out there before the guys think we’re attempting a dine and dash.”

Despite a moment of awkward conversation when the woman got back to the table, the rest of dinner went off without a hitch. Charlie’s face hurt from laughing so much.

“Wait,” Drake furrowed his eyebrows, “So you work at the same hospital, but you met in a strip club?”

“It’s a long story,” Bryce began, “but basically I worked as a stripper to pay my way through med school. Charlie saw me and thought I was so hot, she asked for a private lap dance. My moves were incredible and she just had to have me. She asked me to be her plus one at her cousin’s wedding in Jamaica, and the rest is history.”

“Oh God, Bryce” Charlie rolled her eyes. “That’s not exactly what happened. My friends secretly bought me the lap dance, and I begrudgingly went. I was desperate not to show up to my cousin’s wedding alone and drunk enough to come up with a ridiculous plan, so we made a business deal for him to be my fake boyfriend. However, we failed at the fake part, and he turned into my real boyfriend.”

“Woah… I think I need to be drunk to understand this story.” Drake raised his glass in jest. “Waiter?!.. Brian?! I need a refill!”

—

Charlie kicked off her shoes and flopped on one end of the couch, while Bryce sat on the other. “I don’t know why I always torture myself with heels. Can you give me a foot rub?” She placed her feet in Bryce’s lap.

“Babe, I’m a surgeon, not a podiatrist.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” She flicked him lightly on the chin with her big toe.

“Ah! Fine, as long as you keep your feet out of my face.” Bryce took her right foot in his hands and started rubbing rhythmic circles with his thumbs on her sole.

“Mmmm,” Charlie hummed in relief. “You sure you don’t have a foot fetish?”

“Negative, but getting my hands on you anywhere is a good place to start.” Bryce had that gleam in his eyes that said he had a plan, and Charlie would be powerless to stop it - not that she would want to.

“Start what?” She played coy.

“Well…” He walked his fingers upward. “Your calves are probably a little tight too, so those clearly need to be massaged."

"Clearly." Charlie echoed.

"And then, since I'm already this far…" Bryce began to slide his hand under the skirt of her dress.

"Hold up." She slapped her hand on top of his. "Don't you think you're moving a little too fast? You haven't even done the other foot yet." She smugly placed his hand on her left foot. Of course she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her, but it was even more satisfying when she made him wait.

"Speaking of moving too fast," Bryce said as he kneaded the bottom of her foot, "I'm kind of surprised Drake and Ava got engaged after only knowing each other for six months."

"Oh really? Back at the restaurant it seemed you were all for it."

"Well, I don't know them well enough to really judge," Bryce backpedaled. "They do seem like one of those 'opposites attract' type couples that just works, so maybe it is like Ava said, 'When you know, you know.' I just couldn't imagine being ready to marry someone so soon."

Charlie sat upright, pulling her knees in toward her chest and hugging them tight as all the hurt and uncertainty she felt at the restaurant flooded back. "Apparently so. We've been together two years and you're not even sure if you want to commit to me after all this time. I guess in my case you still don't know if I'm the one. Maybe that means I'm not."

"Charlie…" Bryce's near perma-smile transformed to a frown. "I never said that. Would I have moved in with you if I had any doubts?"

"I don’t know, Bryce. Maybe you just want to test everything out before you commit because you aren't sure. If you don't know by now, when will you know? Five years? Ten?"

"Babe, he inched closer and placed a hand on her knee, "where is all this coming from? Okay, wrong question since I'm pretty sure where, but not exactly why. I don't think you've ever brought up marriage before."

"I guess seeing Drake and Ava just made me think, what are we waiting for? Yes six months is pretty quick, but lots of people get engaged after a year and we're at double that. We live together, we're both becoming established in our careers, we love each other…Making it official just makes sense."

Bryce looked her in the eyes intently. "I love you, and as far as I can see, my future includes you. I don't need a piece of paper to prove that."

"Does that mean you'll never want to get married?" Charlie was still reeling.

"I'm not saying that, but you know how things turned out with my parents. I just… I'm afraid of repeating the same mistakes. That may sound like a cop out, but I just need time, and I'll know…we'll know when it's right. Things are going so well right now, why rush to change that?"

Bryce had a point, and Charlie recognized her perception of the situation was colored by her past as much as Bryce’s was by his. The way her ex Andrew left her just as they were planning a future together made her a little more anxious to make things official this time. But would rushing to marry Andrew have really changed anything? He'd probably still have left her for another woman, and then they'd have a messy divorce to contend with. She had to remind herself that Bryce was nothing like Andrew. Even without a formal commitment, her relationship with him was progressing at a perfect pace.

"You're right." Charlie inched closer to Bryce and laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for getting all in my head again. You know how I can spiral sometimes."

"And that's why I'm here to keep reminding you what a wonderful, loveable, and strong woman you are. But in case you need more than words to convince you," Bryce hopped off the couch and then pulled her up with him, "follow me to the bedroom and I’ll show you too."

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