Book — Open Heart

Pairing — Ethan Ramsey / Nora Holland

Notes — English is not my native language. I’m Portuguese.

If any of you get the reference in this chapter, I’ll give you a cookie. Hint: it’s a place name. This might be my longest fic yet and I am surprisingly satisfied with the results.

Word Count — 4,009

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The low rumble of the airplane’s engine arouses Nora from deep slumber. Shifting into a more comfortable position, the young physician winces at the stiffness in her nape. Travelling by plane had never been her favourite mode of transportation.

A quick glance around reveals the number of hours gone by since take-off, the moon clearly visible through the small window and stars illuminating the caliginous extent of the night sky. Nora notices her companions rising from their seats, gathering their belongings from the overhead bins. A shadow is cast over her luggage as a towering figure comes into view. Lifting her head, Nora meets the icy blue stare of one Ethan Ramsey.

“Coming, Rookie?” His tone is laced with a slight hint of weariness, product of the long period cooped up inside the aircraft.

“Yes, sir.”

Nora inhales deeply, disconcerted by the sudden blurriness of her vision. A pale hand catches her elbow, steadying her in place. Landry knits his eyebrows in a silent question, to which she smiles gratefully in reply.

He trails behind her as she descends the stairs leading to the tarmac. They join the rest of the group in the shuttle bus, where they sit together. Nora heaves an exhausted sigh, the chilly breeze raising a stream of goosebumps across her skin.

Thirty minutes later, the five interns stand in the lobby of their assigned hotel, watching Dr. Ramsey have a quiet, heated discussion with the receptionist. A scowl twists his handsome features, shoulders tense. Nora can recognize the subtle telltale signs of his anger, such as the small step he takes away from the woman and the clench of his jaw. After a few moments, he grudgingly accepts the access cards from the clerk and turns on his heel, striding towards them with frown lines marring his face.

“Apparently, the hotel made a mistake with our reservations and only one of the rooms I ordered is correct. I apologize in advance for the inconvenience, but one of you will have to share a room with me.” The frustration is obvious in his posture, understandably irritated by the hotel’s faux pas.

Silence falls over the younger doctors, who exchange bewildered glances between them. Landry is visibly terrified with the prospect of being alone with Dr. Ramsey, as is Isabelle Whitman, the intern who surpassed Jackie in the rankings and became the fifth best contestant after spending a week in tenth place.

Nora rolls her eyes at their hesitation, wondering why they were so afraid of sleeping in the same room as their boss. They were all vaccinated grown-ups, after all. What could go wrong?

“Well?” A note of impatience adds an edge to his usual snark, his frown deepening at their lack of response.

“I’ll do it, sir.” Nora volunteers, drawing quiet relief sounds from her colleagues.

He nods in appreciation, giving her one of the cards. “Why don’t you settle in? I’ll have to stay down here for a while to sort some things out.”

Nora inspects the small object, noting their room is located in the seventh floor. When they reach the elevator, Nora is surprised to see the other interns — except Landry — giving her suspicious looks.

“Are you serious right now?” she snaps, annoyed. “None of you wanted to sleep in his room and he was already in a bad mood. Did you really want to be chewed out for being grown-ass adults and scared of sharing a room with him?”

Isabelle and Jackson’s accusing stares soften into sheepish expressions, silently apologizing. Aurora merely shrugs, choosing to ignore them as the elevator continues its ascent to their rooms. Nora is the last one to pile out of the platform, heading in the opposite way.

The door swings open to reveal a cosy space decorated in neutral shades of brown and grey, fully furnished with landscape paintings, a queen-size bed and a wide dresser. Nora pauses, realisation dawning. Groaning, she locks the door behind her and leaves her luggage near the coat rack to search the dresser.

Rummaging through the drawers, she finds an extra set of blankets and an unused pillow. She creates a makeshift bed next to the one offered by the hotel and draws back the curtains, uncovering a glass door leading to a private balcony.

Deciding to explore the new feature later, Nora reaches for her bags and inwardly curses her luck when she finds the packed pajamas. She’d prepared under the assumption of good weather in Seattle and sharing a room with the other girls, thus resulting in a revealing pair of pajamas. The strap top formed a low V from her neckline to the middle of her breasts, exposing nearly half of her belly, and the short shorts were thin and left very little to imagination.

The hot water washes all her worries away for the time being. Nora entertains herself by humming along to a tune she’d heard on the radio recently while applying shampoo and hair conditioner, missing the sounds of Ethan moving about in the room next door.

Turning off the shower, she wraps one of the fluffy towels around her torso, brushes her teeth and gets dressed. She tries to tug down the shorts, to no avail. Steeling herself, Nora leaves the bathroom.

“Holy sh—” Her scream is muffled by her own hand covering her mouth. Ethan turns, startled by her reaction to his sudden presence.

“Yell a little louder, will you Nora?” The playfulness in his blue depths betrays his exasperation, an amused smile rising in his face. Hand falling back to her side, Nora glowers at him.

“Keep dreaming, Ramsey, you haven’t hit that spot yet.” The witty comeback flies from her mouth before she can stop it. A blush sears through her already flushed cheeks, deepening the redness.

Ethan smirks, raising his hands in mock surrender. Nora averts her gaze from his face, instead sweeping down to his bare chest, a sparse patch of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of his grey sweatpants. His abdominals are well-defined, though not overly so. Nora gathers Ethan still makes an effort to keep fit despite his lack of time.

Nora weaves around him, sleep clouding her mind. However, the floor is clear of her pallet.

“Are you coming to bed, or not?” Ethan questions, lifting one side of the blankets and sliding inside. Nora pauses, considering his offer. A small smile grows on his lips when she snuggles into the comforter, sighing in satisfaction.

Her head sinks into the pillow as Ethan rolls onto his side to face her, their bodies separated by a hair’s breadth. Nora runs her tongue along the length of her lower lip, nibbling on the flesh. They had never been this close. His icy blues cause a stream of memories to resurface, bringing forth all the moments in which Nora had felt their bond strengthening over the time they’d known each other.

From watching over baby Ethan Hudson together and her falling asleep on his shoulder to him confiding in her the condition his mentor, his family, found himself in. Nora understood she’d earned Ethan’s full trust when he allowed her to comfort him in the privacy of his home and participate in the seemingly impossible mission of seeking a treatment to Dr. Banerji’s condition. In between that time, she couldn’t help the feelings developing for the man. She had been showed a side to Ethan many few were aware of. A caring man with the kindest soul and most loving of hearts. 

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours, hm?” Ethan softly taps her temple, his voice a low murmur.

Nora gives a fleeting smile, leaning closer to his warmth. “In how much trouble would I be in if I said you?”

“A lot,” he muses quietly. “Though, I’d be very flattered.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego, now, would I?” Nora laughs, mindful of the late hour.

Ethan’s fingertips ghost over the exposed skin on her stomach, lost in his thoughts. His hand comes to rest on the small of her back, applying soft pressure. Nora nestles into his embrace, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his alluring scent of Hugo Boss cologne and coffee.

Holding each other, their consciousnesses ebb, being replaced by a world of dreams in which they immerse themselves in, a sweet release from the worries of their reality.

Morning greets them like an old friend, bright sunlight filtering through the gaps in the drawn curtains. Ethan awakes to soft sheets and a delicate being tucked into his side, snoring lightly. He maneuvers his way out of bed, careful not to wake Nora, and heads into the shower to get ready for the day.

Nora is still asleep when he leaves the bedroom, though he is not worried. It’s barely ten in the morning and their reunion with the Chief of Medicine at Harborview Medical Center wouldn’t be happening until after lunch.

He uses his time to explore the city, walking around the block and eventually venturing inside a quaint coffee shop. The elderly owners behind the counter are quite nice and Ethan doesn’t mind chatting with them while drinking their coffee — nothing more than decent in his opinion — and eating their pastries — he asks them for some lemon raspberries to go, figuring Nora will appreciate the gesture.

By the time lunch rolls around, he gathers his group of interns in the restaurant of the hotel and informs them of their schedule for the day. A meeting with Robert Harrington, following a tour of the hospital. Each of the interns would shadow a senior resident at HMC during their shift and return to the hotel for dinner. Afterwards, Ethan would leave them to their own devices.

This field trip had been organized with the intent of his top five learning the different methods of doctors around the United States. Robert was a good friend of Naveen’s and had met Ethan on more than one occasion, always extending the invitation of a visit to Harborview. It would also aid him in deciding if the chosen five would keep their positions.

He didn’t see Nora for the rest of the day. Robert had him conferencing with the heads of departments on how to go about curing difficult patients. Instead of going back to the hotel when he left the hospital, Ethan went to a bar he’d spotted while on his morning stroll.

Donahue’s was much better, though this would have to do. Ethan needed a drink to clear his thoughts and remind himself of the consequences a relationship with an intern would bring. His control had been at test the previous night, the proximity between them only increasing the urge to kiss her by the second. Fortunately for him, the exhaustion and weariness won.

Nora is already in their room when Ethan arrives.

“Stealing my clothes, Holland?” He grins, removing his jacket.

Nora lifts her head, smiling in greeting. “I’m sure you noticed my pajamas were a bit too small last night.”

“Not that I minded,” Ethan teases, plopping down next to her on the bed. His hoodie is two sizes too big on her smaller frame, the white colour worn with time and the Rolling Stones logo faded. He can’t help but admire her beauty in his clothes.

She laughs, setting the book she was reading aside and giving him her full attention. Nora crosses her legs, grabbing the hair tie on her wrist and pulling her light brown locks into a messy bun. Ethan bites his lip, supporting his weight on his right elbow as he watches her.

“Stop staring, Ethan,” Nora chastises playfully, face reddening.

“Why? You’re beautiful.”

The casual reply causes Nora to duck her head with an embarrassed smile. Ethan reaches up and tucks a stray tendril behind her ear, giving a gentle tug to her shoulder. She leans down, lips hovering over his. Ethan rubs his thumb on her cheek in a gentle caress, then lowers his hand to cradle the back of her neck as he pulls her down to him.

Nora drapes a leg over his hips, their lips meeting softly at first. Ethan tilts his head, deepening the kiss. Her fingers grasp at the collar of his shirt as his lips become more demanding, teeth lightly grazing her bottom lip. Her yelp of surprise is muffled by his mouth on hers when Ethan pins her underneath him. He smiles, breaking the kiss, and nuzzles her face with his. Nora opens her eyes, seeing the mirth in his own.

“I bought you scones,” he whispers, smirking as he rises to his feet.

Nora falls against the sheets, disoriented by his kiss. “I — what?”

The rich sound of his laugh brings her back to her senses, a moan falling from her lips at the realisation that he had just been teasing.

“Those scones better be God’s gift to Earth, you bastard.” Nora throws a pillow in his direction, blood thundering in her ears due to her accelerated pulse.

The ease of their relationship in that hotel room astonished them both. Perhaps it was the fact that they found themselves miles away from Boston, where all their problems were located. With Nora in Seattle, Ethan was unburdened by Dolores’ death, Naveen’s sickness and even Harper. Nora, on the other hand, could forget the wedge the competition was driving between her and her roommates and accept her feelings for Ethan as long as he reciprocated. That room was a room solely theirs, neither particularly willing to share with anyone else.

Once again, sunrise finds them tangled together under the sheets. Ethan chooses to stay in bed, and goes back to sleep listening to her heartbeat. Nora is content to draw mindless shapes on his skin, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight and the peacefulness.

Harrington has no more conferences for him to attend, therefore Ethan decides to check up on his interns. He has to scold Aurora for not showing interest in the patients and snap at Landry for being a stuttering mess, but the rest are holding up okay.

It’s nearly six in the afternoon when Ethan sees Nora. He’s leaning against a wall when she passes by, sending him a flirtatious smile. He watches her step inside a supply closet and waits a few seconds, glancing around to see if the coast is clear. The hallway is nearly empty, save for a couple of lingering nurses in the far corner.

He follows after her. Ethan places one of the storage boxes in front of the door, in case someone happened to need something from the closet. He laughs quietly with Nora, feeling like a teenager in love. His hands circle her waist, his lips brushing the slender slope of her neck. He moves to her mouth, kissing her passionately. Nora’s manicured nails scrape the back of his head, tangled in his curls, as the moment becomes heated, their kisses growing more desperate.

Ethan presses her against the wall, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses on her jawline and hollow of neck, wrapping her legs around his hips. His hands slip under her scrubs, palms hot against the arch of her back. His stubble deliciously scratches her face, her fingers gripping his hair tighter.

Their breathless gasps and moans fill the small room, their desire growing heavy. Ethan glides his lips on hers, swollen and red. He catches her lower lip with his teeth, sucking as he thrusts into her. Nora cries out in pleasure, stifled by his mouth against hers.

He growls, thrusting again and—

“Dr. Ramsey?” The timid knock at the door washes over the both of them like a bucket of ice cold water. Ethan covers Nora with his body, setting her back on her feet. He looks over his shoulder at the still closed door.

He clears his throat, fuddled by the interruption. “Yes?”

“It’s been awhile since you went inside. Is there anything specific you’re searching for?”

Nora snorts and he shushes her with a breathless laugh.

“Just lost in thought. Thank you for your concern,” he replies back, covering Nora’s giggles with his hand.

“Alright.”

Ethan groans in frustration, his forehead hitting the wall as Nora bursts out laughing next to him, sounding slightly hysterical from the lack of oxygen. Ethan turns his head, smiling softly at her. Her face is flushed from their activities, emerald eyes shining with amusement and hair completely disheveled. He touches his fingers to her swollen lips, proud of his doing.

“Fuck, Ethan, you really can’t keep leaving me like this,” Nora falls into him, closing her eyes.

He kisses her temple. “Good thing that woman interrupted us. Fucking you in a supply closet isn’t exactly how I imagine our first time.”

“Oh? Imagine? How naughty of you, sir.”

“Only for you,” Ethan playfully nips the tip of her nose. “I’ll leave first, okay? Wait ten minutes here.”

The rest of the week became a blur for them. Ethan was frequently called by the higher ups to consult and Nora grew increasingly busy following her assignment to Anderson Sterling, the stern attending who had her running around like a headless chicken, giving her case after case without allowing any space to breathe. By the time Ethan went back to the hotel, Nora was already asleep, be it on the bed or in the shower.

The intimacy between the two blossomed considerably. Ethan was much more relaxed around Nora, kissing or hugging her when she least expected. It warmed her heart to see him so loose.

On their last night in Seattle, he told her about a private grotto of the hotel and extended the invitation should she wish to join him.

Nora slides the glass door, stepping into the secluded patio. She makes her way across the pool provided by their hosts and approaches a seemingly normal formation of rocks near the gate separating the hotel from the beach. Finding the fake rock, Nora pushes it aside, clearing the entrance to the grotto.

The way is lit by torches on the walls, illuminating her path to the water. Crossing the stretch of sand, Nora slips through a small gap in the outcrop. The view is breathtaking. In the centre, a natural pool of crystal clear water reflects the moonlight pouring through an opening in the high ceiling, casting a glow in the cavern. Ethan is lying on his back, floating serenely.

Nora shrugs off her floral chiffon kimono, revealing the white string bikini underneath. Ethan is alerted to her presence by the gentle lapping of the water against her legs. He smiles, swimming to meet her in the circle of moonlight.

“This is beautiful.” She cups his face, pecking his lips.

“So are you.” Ethan’s eyes soften with adoration. “I wanted some time alone with you before we got back to Edenbrook.”

“I’m not looking forward to that.” Nora sighs, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry about it now, enjoy the moment.” He starts peppering small kisses on her jawline, lightly squeezing her waist.

Nora splays her hands over his chest, fingertips tracing the outline of his stomach and moving to his back, where she wraps her arms tightly around his torso.

“What are we, Ethan?” she murmurs, meeting his icy blues with her emerald gems.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly, taking a deep breath. “A relationship would be extremely complicated with me being an attending and you an intern.”

“How do you feel about me?” Nora swallows nervously. “Because I’m afraid I’m falling for someone who won’t catch me.”

Ethan cradles her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. His gaze is earnest, the colour of his irises intensifying with the swirl of emotions swimming in that ocean of his. The passion and devotion she sees take her breath away.

“I might be having the worst day, but the moment I see your smile, I feel lighter. Nobody ever cared enough to see through my façade apart from Dolores and Naveen until you came along. You’re always in my head. My first thought when I wake up and the last when I go to bed. I want to be your idea of perfect. I want to be the reason behind your smiles, the light of your life like you are mine. My true happiness is you.”

“Ethan—”

“It’s you. It’s always and it will always be you.”

He touches his lips to her skin, tasting her tears. Nora rests her forehead against his, breath shaking. Ethan lifts her, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss, pouring his love into it. This one is different in the way he is confirming that he will stand by her side no matter what happens, encouraging her to leap for he won’t hesitate to prevent her fall, even if his legs fail him.

Nora inhales, trembling. He kisses her again and the world falls away, their heartbeats blending into a beautiful symphony only they can hear. He carries her to the edge of the grotto, never breaking contact. He lays her on the smooth surface of one of the rocks, the warm water caressing her back.

With practised ease, Ethan peels off the top of her bikini, skillful fingers moving to her breasts, drawing a gasp from his lover.

“Ethan…” Nora moans as he lowers his head, his tongue swirling around one nipple. He sucks gently, massaging her other breast. Nora arches her back, pressing her body against his.

Ethan produces a sound at the back of his throat that arouses her even more, his lips meeting her collarbone. He nips at the sensitive skin, teeth grazing the redness forming there. A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine, her mind a frenzy of sparks.

“Please.” She secures a hold on his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. Ethan lifts his head, pupils blown with desire.

“Please, what?” He growls, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses to her stomach.

“I want you inside me, Ethan.” Nora breathes out.

“My pleasure.” He hooks a finger on the waistband of her thong, tossing them over his shoulder. He spreads her legs, kissing her folds.

“Fuck.”

Ethan smiles against her sex, her wetness soaking his lips. He rubs her clit with his thumb, burying his mouth inside her. Nora whimpers, hands moving from gripping his shoulders to his hair. Her walls clench around his tongue, causing her to come undone beneath him. Ethan licks his lips, tasting her juices.

He removes his swimming trunks, releasing his throbbing manhood. Ethan grabs her hands, intertwining their fingers as he slides them over Nora’s head. He sinks into her, hot breath blowing on the hollow of her neck. Ethan pauses, giving her time to adjust to his length. Then, he starts moving slowly, rocking his hips against hers.

“Fuck, Nora.” His head falls into her shoulder, kissing the curve of her neck. He accelerates the pace, the sounds of their love making echoing in the cavern. He moans, hands drifting to her waist to steady his balance.

He nuzzles her face with passionate kisses, thrusting harder into her. Their mouths encounter messily, swollen lips bumping against each other. The powerful climax leaves Nora quivering, seeing stars.

“Nora—” Ethan buckles, narrowly missing crushing her with his weight. He catches himself at the last moment, his arm trembling from the effort. His head falls forwards, breath escaping him in short gasps.

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes, and Nora laughs breathlessly when he throws her into the water, diving right after. He resurfaces, running a hand through his hair. He grabs her hand, tugging her close to him, and releases it, holding her waist and tipping her backwards.

He captures her lips in a passionate kiss, slowly pulling her to him.

“I believe I just hit that spot.” He smiles cheekily in reference to their first encounter in the shared room.

Nora shakes her head fondly. “I love you.”

Book — Open Heart

Pairing — Ethan Ramsey/FMC

Notes — English is not my native language. I’m Portuguese.

If this comes out shitty, I blame it on my sickness. How come I always get sick when I’m on vacation and never during school??

Also, this might be my last fic writing in the second point of view. It’s a bit harder than I originally thought because I get so repetitive with all the you’s and your’s and stuff. I might start writing with my OC, Nora Holland (I’ll post something soon so you can get to know her)

A special thank you to @valiantlychaoticbarbarian for giving me this idea

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The flashing lights were beginning to hurt your eyes, the loud bass pumping in your ringing ears. All of your med school buddies had disappeared, half having already gone home. The dance floor was packed with drunken club goers, you squashed right in the middle.

As you tried to get to the bar, a heavy body slammed into you, all the air leaving your lungs with the sudden impact. A pair of strong arms caught you before you hit the ground. A tall, blond man carefully dragged you out of the crowd, helping you across the room.

“Thank you,” you gasped, clutching onto the sleeve of his grey sweater. Raising your head, your eyes widened at the stranger, who gave you a confused smile. “E-Etienne?”

“No.” He shook his head. “You must confusing me with someone else, miss. My name is Jack,” he yelled over the deafening music. “Are you alright? My friend’s a bit heavy.”

You blinked a couple times, bittersweet memories flooding your drunken mind. Jack frowned, crouching to your eye-level when you remained unresponsive.

“Miss?”

“Uh? Sorry, sorry. Thanks for helping me, James,” you waved at him as you walked away, mind elsewhere.

“It’s Jack actually!” He shouted after you, though his voice was drowned out by the booming noises around him.

Reaching the counter, you sat down on a stool with a heavy sigh. Jason bore a borderline terrifying resemblance to your ex, which resulted in a bout of undesirable reminders of the French to pop up in your head unannounced.

Etienne had been your first love and first heartbreak. You met in med school, where he was an exchange student from Marseilles. He was charming, sweet and perfect boyfriend material. He held a mysterious aura as the unknown foreigner, which enchanted many boys and girls. But he only had eyes for you.

For a while, you truly believed you had found your Prince, just like you’d always dreamt as a child. Etienne bought you flowers and chocolates every day, left cute notes in your bag when you weren’t looking and took you out on unique dates, each surpassing the last.

Everything changed three years later, when you found him cheating on you with a girl he’d picked up at a random nightclub. He’d tried to apologize, of course, and tell you she meant nothing, but your heart had already shattered into a million pieces and no love profession of his would ever erase the hurt you were feeling.

The alcohol clouding your thoughts cast a fog over his betrayal, leaving only the little things that made you fall in love with Etienne in the first place. Your phone sat in front of you, contact list opened as you pondered your options.

Ethan

heyyy its me! your ex, rember?? i ws thinkin abou u

i know your in paris n oulala but theres this guy who rly looks like u at lux n i misss u

come back pls???

Your head felt heavy, eyes unable to stay open any longer. Your arms formed a pillow, hair sprawling over the wooden surface of the bar, as you allowed sleep to take over, tiredness washing over you.

That was how Ethan found you, over fifteen minutes later, when he walked into the club. You were snoring softly in a corner, phone dangerously dangling on the edge of the counter. He stood behind you for a few seconds, relieved to find you safe. He had been extremely worried when he first received your text, fearing the worst.

Ethan gently laid a hand on your back, his thumb caressing the exposed skin of your nape, softly whispering your name. You stirred, your elbow connecting with your phone. His fingers wrapped around the cold device, preventing its fall. The screen lit up, showing your notifications.

Ethan

Rookie? What happened?

Ethan

How much did you drink?

Ethan

Please answer my texts, I’m getting worried.

Ethan

Stay there, I’m coming to pick you up.

Ethan

Be safe.

Ethan

Please, be alright…

He nibbled on his lower lip, recalling his distress and uneasiness. His evening had been relatively calm. Ethan had been watching TV when he got the first text and immediately began worrying, knowing you would never bother him unless it was an emergency. From what he’d gathered, he could tell you were obviously intoxicated and texted the wrong number. It didn’t sit well with him to leave you in that state.

You came to your senses when he shook you again, moaning at the pounding in your head. Ethan’s concerned blue eyes stared intently at you, watching your every move.

“Dr. Ramsey?”

“Good evening, Rookie.” He gave your shoulder a light squeeze, his scowl melting away, replaced by a small smile. “Glad to see you’re okay.”

“What happened?”

“You got drunk,” he said, handing you your phone. “You texted me, and I got worried. Are you here with someone?”

“Yeah, my—my friends.” You glanced around. “Most of them are gone, I think.”

“Then I’ll drive you home, if you don’t mind.”

“That’d be great, actually.”

The drive back to your apartment was silent, apart from the low music drifting from the radio. Ethan didn’t ask any more questions, letting you sleep a bit more in his car after covering you with a quilt he carried around in his trunk. He steered the wheel with one hand, the other warm on your knee. You suspected it was his way of making sure you were really alright, assuring himself he got you before anything terrible could happen.

He pulled up to your apartment, turning off the engine. You blinked the sleep away, a smile on your lips.

“Thanks for coming, Ethan,” you whispered, a headache forming in the back of your head.

He nodded, his blue depths conveying how much he cared for you. He leant closer, your eyelids fluttering close. His stubble gently scratched your cheek as his lips made contact with your skin, lingering for a moment.

“I’ll see you Monday, Y/N.” Ethan mumbled, pulling back. A pleased smile danced on his lips.

“Yeah.” Your voice came out as a breathless whisper. You cleared your throat as his smile grew bigger, a flush reddening your cheeks. “Thanks again.”

Mood.

The Social Media Fic

hey! So I was thinking that if I’m going to be continuing my idea of a social Media Fic with Ethan and Nora, I’m gonna do it on Wattpad cause it’s so much easier over there with the format and all. It’ll take a while, but you can follow me (@quininhas) and be notified when it’s fully published!

Premise:For these new interns, caffeine is the only way to survive a long shift.

Book:Open Heart
Characters:Cassie Valentine, OH Gang
Rating/Category:General. Fluff.
Format:Text fic

A/N: I follow a Residency subreddit and there was a post about how much caffeine residents drink. And it got me thinking about the OH gang. This is set early in intern year / Book 1. 

Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge May Challenge, day 18 prompt: one word.

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did i solve it????? did i solve the mystery????

whats upppp its choices as old vines part 5!!!!

part 1•part 2•part 3•part 4

hiiii im back with another choices as old vines!!!! (+ one tiktok for flavor)

part 1•part 2•part 3

henley battle, who will win

trick question the real loser is me being forced to look at all these old navy ass fits one after the other

Sent by anonymous

‘Im happy that WTD added Sledge as an LI late in the series making the LI count to 5 I wish they could have done it for Olivia in TRR I mean they managed to get Maxwell to be an LI in Book 2 even though he is supposed to be a supporting character same with Open Heart so many women wasted I wanted either Esme, Kyra or Aurora to be an LI sadly they got killed on screentime for Ethan since the rewrite’

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

Sent by anonymous

‘I didn’t think it was possible for a LI to have an emptier route than Bryce/Raf/Jackie in the Open Heart sequels, but WTD seems to be managing it.

And I’m so disappointed to be thinking that ’

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

Don’t y’all miss Ethan❤️

Hey guys Long time no see

Please note that this medical report isn’t written by a professional, if you ever see this on an actual medical report please run❤️

warning: NSFW

The scene that we’ve been waiting for…

This is how it should have gone, he should have kissed her, held her in his arms, and told her how much he loves her.❤️

Inspired by chapter 11

Why do I hurt myself like that?

(I did Mc’s hair while I was half asleep, I didn’t realize that she was a blonde only half way throught it)

NSFW: DON’T SCROLL DOWN IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE. I’M SERIOUS.

Basically. Mc is teasing Ethan with a strawberry.

I’m really happy with this after 14 hrs of work teehee

Warning:NSFW

New art based on 365 days “Shower scene”… Ethan and mc…

I feel like I haven’t done a nsfw fanart for a while. I honestly miss it. Here’s Ethan and mc dancing because they never had the chance to dance.✨

A quick sketch because I miss Ethan and this art styles.✨

ritachacha:

Pairing: Ethan x MC (what is happening???)

Word count:  1400ish

A/N: I’m a Raf girl but when I saw that amazing NSFW art by @ethansdique I decided to write this incredibly explicit fic. I am so sorry Tumblr is censoring you and I hope this cheers you up! Seeing as I’m breaking all the rules, it’s not proofed or checked. It’s been pumped out fast and dirty – just the way Ethan likes it! For the MC I’ve used the one depicted in @ethansdique’s art (because mine is remarkably faithful to Raf).

A Healthy Breakfast

“Don’t you look nice today?” the matronly nurse says to Casey.

Ethan frowns, keeping his eyes focused on the clipboard in front of him. He hates the gossipy atmosphere around the nurses station; a hub of whispers and wasted time when there are patients everybody should be focusing on instead.

Casey thanks the nurse politely, but that doesn’t deter her. “Doesn’t Dr. Valentine look lovely, Dr. Ramsey?”

He sighs. As much as he’d like to, he can’t ignore the incessant prattle so he sweeps his eyes from the shiny tops of Casey’s leather pumps, across her suit-skirt and pleated blouse, to her beautiful face, blushing under his scrutiny.

“If that skirt were any higher we could all see what you had for breakfast,” he snaps, ignoring the gasps around him as he turns on his heel.

Keep reading

Reblogging this with the actual NSFW drawing and a pic of Jesus. In case the “virgins” of Tumblr report this, they’d be reporting Jesus himself. Oh and censored the boobs with tumblr so Tumblr would yeet themselves when they take it down.

The fic is *Chef’s kiss*, I’m here for this.

So I play Choices, which is a silly iPhone platform for Western visual novels.  And one of the things that amuses me most, again and again, is the amazing talent of their writers for writing sex scenes that are totally sexual and yet totally within the “no adult content” requirements of the Apple Store.  Like, these people are utter pros at depicting sex acts that involve absolutely no genitalia.

I finally decided to transcribe one of these sex scenes, in hopes that it amuses someone else as much as it amused me.  The scene: Carlos (the player character) is getting together for the first time with Ethan, his former mentor, after months of steamy tension from working together.

(Scene is transcribed below the cut.  Just imagine it to a sound track of vaguely porn-esque music.)

He grips you and pulls you close, his kisses hungry with longing.  You stumble backward toward the bedroom blindly, not even coming up for air.  You tug his shirt up and over his head, running your hands over the lean, tight muscles of his arms.

ETHAN: Carlos…

You cling to him, clawing into his back, feeling delirious, wondering if this is real or if you’re dreaming this moment.  Ethan pulls your top over your head, kissing your bare shoulders and the curve of your throat.  His stubble scratches you as he goes, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.

CARLOS: Your stubble tickles.

He brushes his chin, smiling ruefully.

ETHAN: I should shave.

CARLOS: I like it.

He grins and returns his scratchy kisses to a sensitive spot behind your ear as he teases off the rest of your clothes.

CARLOS: What are you planning to do with me, now that these pesky clothes are out of the way?

Ethan trails his thumb over your cheek, coming to rest on your lips.  You catch it between your teeth, thrilled by the hungry way he looks at you.

ETHAN: What do you want me to do with you, Carlos?

CHOICE: …
- Come to bed, right now.
- Bring me to the window and show me the view…

ETHAN: I’ve waited months to have you.  I’m not going to rush it.

He kisses you again, passionate but slow.  His tongue meets yours in sensual movements, his hands roaming over your body.

CARLOS: Mmmm… Could you rush it just a little?

ETHAN: If you insist.

Ethan slips his hand inside your underwear.

ETHAN: How’s that?

CARLOS: I’ve dreamt about this for so long.

ETHAN: I have to admit… as much as I tried to deny it… I have too.

He kisses you as his hand works.  You grip the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.

CARLOS: Ohh…

He gently pushes you back until you’re leaning on your elbows and, in one smooth movement, pulls your underwear off.  He takes you back in hand and kisses down your body until his mouth and fingers meet.  You gasp and moan, keeping eye contact as he brings you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure until…

CARLOS:Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

You stay where you are for a long moment, enjoying the sensations washing over you.  You pull him back down toward you on the bed, but he hesitates, staring into your eyes, waiting for permission.

CHOICE: (What do I do?)
- Go all the way.
- Just hold him.

You kiss Ethan in answer, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to the floor with his underwear.

CARLOS: I want to remember every moment of this.

ETHAN: I would say the same… but how could I ever forget?

He easily lifts you, moving you to lie against the pillows.

ETHAN: I want it to be as special as you are.

He twines his fingers in yours as he kisses every inch of you, teasing out your pleasure and bringing you to the brink many times before, finally, the two of you connect.

CARLOS: Oh god, Ethan…

You move together, hearts and breaths in unison.  You grip his hands tightly as his pace quickens… until you cry out simultaneously in crashing relief and ecstasy.

ETHAN: Ahhhhh…

He lies beside you, gathering you in his arms.

Dr Rafael Aveiro I Open Heart

Part 4/? : Character Poster Series

Resources:Colouring

I won’t let you go (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary:As she gets ready to leave everything behind, will he stop her in time? (Part 2 of Don’t let me go)

A/N: I think I will end the pain now. So sorry for all the tears that the first part caused. I hope this one will make up for it <3

Pairing:Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count:around 900 words

Rating:General

Category:Angst(with a happy ending :))

Warnings: None that I noticed

She wanted to take her car and leave it outside, ownerless as if an indication that no one would come back to take it.

As if a final attempt to convince every heart including her own, that this really was the end.

That there was no turning back.

That she would never spend another minute in the faint glimmer of minimal sunrays while reading her favourite book under a tree in Boston common.

That she would never laugh with her patients as they tell stories of their lives to her and as she finds pieces of her life in them back in the Edenbrook patient rooms.

That she would never get to put up an act of being the top-notch doctor who has an answer to every question related to the difficult cases while she was alone in the Diagnostic Team Office.

That she would never get to sip coffee absently, a cake piece in front of her as her heart engaged in a conversation with itself, talking about the twisted circumstances of her life.

That she would never get to relish the apricity of December mornings or see the city decked up in red on gold in the Christmas week.

Thinking about it now as she sat in the jam-packed airport, so full yet so empty, she realised how deeply this city had got embedded in her life.

There was a time when she would doubt if this city could ever become her own if she could ever forget the homesickness as she hid herself in the blankets of snow in winters and blossoming flowers in spring, and now leaving this city behind felt like leaving her life behind.

Her soul behind.

Unbeknownst to her, tear streaks mark their way on her tired face, eyes red, gaze fixed at the floor. There was a desperate need for coffee, but she couldn’t get the power to get up and buy one. Her mind was already doing the best it could in keeping her away from the maze of memories and heartbreaking thoughts where she would get lost, and slip into a sea of despair, pain and heartbreak, where she would drown.

The sky of her world was overcast, and soon it would rain, the weather grey and melancholy, piercing and painful.

The announcement echoes through the hall and people around her spur into sudden motion, packing the things taken out, taking out tickets for the check, getting ready to board. But her gaze remained fixed on the way leading to the entrance.

She took her bag and walked away from the crown that was now lining up in a queue, to take one last glance and let all hope extinguish as her reality sunk in.

She was about a hundred per cent sure that he wouldn’t come.

Even if her words were a lie, even if her letter brought tears in his eye. He would never come. He would let her go, his irrational reason stopping him, his hand always inches away from that even after running miles she would never be able to hold it.

Yet, she would have been ready. To run, to fall, to get scarred. To die. If there had been hope. If there had been a light she could chase, if there had been a belief she could hold on to. That all this would be worth it. That all her turmoil wouldn’t be futile.

But here, there was nothing. No chance, no belief, no hope. She could sense her name being announced in the speaker and she could also sense the heaviness of her head that increased by the minute. She could feel her senses slowly leaving her, a curtain of black slowly falling.

Before she could fall, she had to walk.

She had to keep her promise.

She had to leave.

“Pooja!”

The voice held her like two firm hands, gripping her as she fell, preventing her from getting hurt.

There was confusion, there was doubt. But deep, very deep down, there was a relief. There was happiness. She turns around and there they are.

Those icy blues which held unshed tears in their corners, which were desperate and pleading. There was no need of going back. She pinched herself once, wanting to confirm if the image that presented itself in front of her was deceit or truth and as the faint pain slowly dissipated, she made her way over to exit, walking in steady steps to fulfil her promise.

—————–

No one knew how long they cried.

Both of them, holding each other as if united after eons.

His hand gripped hers as if it was that log in the tumultuous ocean on which his life hung. The hand which was once terrifying to hold, the thought of not being able to hold it seemed much, much more terrifying now.

Within minutes her luggage was safely stored behind his car and his racing heart slowly calmed down, as the anticipation of not being able to stop her slowly faded away.

There was only one thing he had to say, and as he held her hand through the entirety of their journey back, he conveyed in whispers,

“I won’t let you go.”

PS:Thank you so much for reading, very very grateful for you :)

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