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openheartfanfics · 2 years ago

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ETHAN RAMSEY X F!MC SMUT & NSFW

ONE SHOTS D-F

Dance with me - @perriewinklenerdie

Date Night Part Two - @lem-20

Delicioso - @takemyopenheart Dominant Ethan speaking Spanish. That’s it. That’s the summary.

Déjà Vu - @openheartthot Ethan and Camille’s dinner plans devolve into something a bit less…sophisticated. Sequel to Layers, set during OH:SY chapter 13.

Desire - @coffeeheartaddict2 Post country club to when Casey wakes Ethan up to tell him that she has figured out what is wrong with Naveen from Casey’s perspective. [1.15]

Desk Job - @aworldoffandoms Ethan struggles to keep his composure when he has some unexpected company with the arrival of his girlfriend, Harper Emery, while on the job. Feat. Harper x Ethan x MC

Dinner with Chief Ramsey - @choiceskatie Ethan gets a special visitor when he fails to come home from the hospital.

Dirty Talk - @jamespotterthefirst Their workout session takes a steamy turn.

Distracted Art Appreciation - @queenbirbs It takes him fifty-six days in the jungle to get over her. Or, well, so he thought.

Do It For Me - @usuallyamazinglyaverage MC’s accidental slip-up has consequences. Kinktober: daddy kink, dirty talk, dry humping, hair pulling, begging, restraints and swallowing

Doctor’s Orders - @boneandfur “You have no idea how much i want you.”

Doctor’s Orders - @jamespotterthefirst His knees crack when it matters the most.

Distracting - @jamespotterthefirst Ethan is never going to meet that deadline when his wife looks that distracting.

Dreams - @the-pale-goddess Ethan and Tiffany have sex dreams and things turn steamy.

Early morning - @perriewinklenerdie

Early Morning Sex - @daddyethanramsey

Edenbrook’s Picture Day - @lapisreviewsstuff

Encore - @rookie-ramsey MC and Ethan have an evening well spent.

End this nonsense - @perriewinklenerdie

Escapade - @jamespotterthefirst 🦃 A quick getaway in a coat closet during a friend’s party.

Everybody Hurts Sometimes - @coffeeheartaddict2 📚Ⓜ [extended: series] Casey is a top intern at Edenbrook, Ethan is the lead of Diagnostics.

Part 1: Fun In the Sun ♥

Everything - @lem-20 Ethan and MC spend the night at his apartment after his love confession. 3.16 missing scene

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅” - @aag8 5 years later everything has changed for them.

Fall of an Empire - @coffeeheartaddict2 It is well into Casey’s second year and she and the gang, along with Ethan go to Vegas for the Panacea conference. Feat. Declan Nash

Fantasy - @xxtraord1nary Ethan gets caught up in a steamy fantasy about Charlotte, his protégé who continues to plague his mind.

Fantasy - @lsvdw-blog Write a fantasy one of them has about the other.

Fatherly Advice - @shewillreadyou At the advice of Naveen, Rhyann uses her feminine wiles to persuade her fiance to join her for a charity benefit in the form of a costume party. Kinktober Day 4: Uniforms and Deep-throating. Feat. Platonic Naveen

Feel It - @togetherwearerapture

Feel Me - @perriewinklenerdie OH3 Chapter 11 added content. Round two after Ethan’s love confession.

Fever - @ofmischiefandmedicine After an evening full of temptation, Ethan Ramsey must face the inevitable truth – Laura Levchenko is a woman impossible to forget.

Fight - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan and MC are fighting and everyone at Edenbrook knows it.

Flight of Fancy - @takeharryandgo Ethan reflects on the night in Miami while flying home to Boston.

Florals - @jamespotterthefirst Ethan is a fan of that floral dress on her.

Fire & Desire - @heauxplesslydevoted After the funeral, Naomi heads to Ethan’s apartment for comfort. Let’s pretend that 30 diamond scene in chapter 12 didn’t happen, okay?

Follemente Innamorata - @helloayz Ethan will finally tell those words to Anj

For Lost Time - @jamespotterthefirst They continue to make up for lost time after their encounter in his car. Set during the events of Book 2, Chapter 12

For The First Time - @the-writerly-night-owl They finally took that next step in their relationship and Ethan loved every bit of it.

For The Love of Texting - @takeharryandgo He hates texting, but he doesn’t hate it quite so much when he’s texting her. Return of the sexting.

Forbidden Fruits - @coffeeheartaddict2 It is the end of the first day for the new batch of interns and one in particular catches the eye of Ethan. [1.2]

Forever and Always - @takemyopenheart What happens now that Ethan and Luz finally get a moment to themselves in the office?

Forget You - @takeharryandgo Meredith is finally, resolutely done with him. Well, almost. Set shortly after book 2, ch 8.

Fourteen Hours - @writinghereandthere Dr Ramsey and Mariana work through the aftermath of an accidental night together while on-call.

Free Pass - @justanotherrookie 🍘 Ethan, Tobias and MC threesome

Freed From Desire - @whenyourheartskipsabeat A soundproof room.

#n*fw #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic #playchoices

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the-pale-goddess · 1 year ago

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Vices & Virtues - Ethan Ramsey x MC

Dr. Ramsey's weaknesses don’t disturb his everyday life often, but when they do, a certain intern happens to always be involved.

Book: Open Heart, Intern Year (between Chapters 5 & 6)

Warnings: language, my rusty writing, a truckload of pining

Rating/Category: Teen+ / fluffy angst

Author’s note: [insert the ‘surprise, bitch’ & 'it's been 84 years' reaction GIFs]

I’m eternally grateful for the very few angels still waiting for new E&T content—this one’s for you 🫶🏻 Hope you’ll find a moment to read my word vomit and enjoy the mess (aka my writing). I appreciate every comment and like more than words can convey!

Edenbrook is indigestible on Mondays. Though Ethan Ramsey doesn’t believe in whatever ‘curse’ the human kind attributed to an absolutely random day, he cannot deny the madness that usually ensues upon the beginning of each week. An inexplicable air of post-weekend malaise does tend to envelop the globe, and Boston is no lucky exception.

“Mondays suck!”

Striding across the hustly-bustly pediatric ward, Doctor Ramsey overhears an agitated boy explicitly expressing his annoyance.

Ethan’s Monday has been a doozy of a day as well, but he’d rather keep his troubles six feet under, preferably in concrete. Nevertheless, a drop of sympathy implores him to stop near the patient’s room and watch the scene unfold at a safe distance.

The child blows a raspberry at the nurse preparing him for a corridor-long wheelchair ride, clearly upset about the surgery he’s being taken to.

A heavy sigh followed by the unmistakable giggle of a certain copper-haired radiologist interrupts Ethan’s first break during today’s demanding shift.

“It’s not Monday, kid. It’s just your life.” Doctor Herbert whispers into Ethan’s ear, a large cup of raspberry tea in her hand. “But at least it’s going to be all rainbows and candy again in three weeks.”

Meanwhile, the situation has escalated quickly: a river of tears streams down the young Monday-hater's cheeks now, his concerned mother shooting pleading looks between her shuddering offspring and the strict nurse trying to efficiently finish the task so she could move on with her hectic schedule.

A pang of dejection pierces Ethan all of a sudden when a long-forgotten fragment of the past he buried flashes through his mind. Before its splinters reopen old wounds, he swiftly pushes the unwanted memory back to the unexplored depths of his psyche.

“I don’t think he’s heard you.”

“Gee, Doctor Ramsey, share some of that cheerful attitude with the rest of us!” Liz nudges his side, almost spilling her hot beverage on his foot. She mouths an apology, but his unimpressed gaze falls elsewhere.

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with it.”

“Thank God your interns still haven’t caught that grumpiness you’re suffering from.”

“No need to worry, it’s not contagious.” He gives a dismissive wave of his hand, partially to announce his departure, then continues the journey to his primary destination: the harmonious sanctuary of his private office.

As soon as the elevator door closes behind Ethan, the confined space becomes his temporary resort. He takes a deep breath, rubbing his sunken, aweary eyes to relieve the tension—an aching remnant of the sleepless night. The exhaustion begins to mess with his senses, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary; permanent fatigue has been his steadfast companion for more than a decade of his career as a doctor.

There’s a crack in that orderly, borderline clinical life of his, as big as a closed fist, and he’s slowly beginning to realize its detrimental consequences.

But none of that matters now.

What matters is that his desperate efforts to bend Naveen’s stubbornness weren’t in vain; there’s still hope—a notion Ethan isn’t exactly on board with, but he puts his trust in science, and beyond any doubt science will point him in the right direction. As long as there’s time, he’ll do whatever it takes to save his mentor, his friend. He’s confident he can do it, he’s capable of diagnosing and curing whichever mysterious illness keeps Naveen captive.

He’s the only one who can do it.

A double shot of deep roasted espresso shall help this cause. Or, at the very least, make his Monday slightly more endurable.

Loud metallic thud followed by a streak of bright fluorescent lighting annunciates the arrival. Empty, windowless corridor welcomes his nostrils with the odious mixture of staleness and antiseptic, typical of the office wing on the sixth floor. He operates on autopilot, mindlessly trudging ahead, marginally consoled by the aura of eerie quietude. Blissfully oblivious to what the so-called Manic Monday has prepared for him next.

All his rational thought and peerless logic evaporate into thin air the second his drowsy gaze zooms in on the old waiting room under renovation currently withheld by the recent budget cuts. Within its hoary walls, a familiar sylphlike figure catches his eye, unwittingly staking her claim to his undivided attention.

Ethan’s dire need of coffee has vanished as well; he’s wide awake now.

Smiling to herself, a sense of pride evident in the alluring dimples carved into her cheeks, Doctor Addams arranges a stack of papers atop a massive couch protected by thin plastic sheet.

Ethan acknowledges that he must ignore the tempest raging inside his chest, but he’s unable to focus on anything else other than the energy she exudes, luring him in like a siren’s song.

This isn’t the first time the infamous Doctor Terminator is utterly powerless in the face of her—the most intriguing mystery he’s tempted to unravel for some godforsaken, unfathomable reason.

Everything he knows about Tiffany Addams has been collateral damage from their close proximity and the isolating nature of their work. Against better judgment, Ethan has stored every single crumb of information thrown at him, like it’s a treasure guarded in the vault of his mind, acquiring new pieces and adding them to this clandestine collection.

With certainty, there’s a new element behind that glass wall, ready to be studied in secret.

As though pulled by a magnet, his feet carry him towards the room while Ethan shuffles through a myriad of excuses plausible enough to start a conversation. A good excuse, however, requires an elaborate background story, supported by a carefully planned follow-up—both of which clearly out of his reach at the moment.

Fully aware of the possible disaster awaiting inside, Ethan steps into the room quietly, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed over his chest. A sophisticated scent of sultry vanilla wrapped with notes of luminous lavender pervades the space, handily smothering the musty odor of the old hospital furniture stored here for at least a year.

Heedless of his presence, Tiffany remains locked in her own bubble. She’s seated on the couch, browsing through a large leather bag with a lot of noise.

Long onyx locks neatly tamed in a sleek bun reveal the exquisitely sculpted contour of her features, its sharp edges so far removed from the overpowering warmth hiding in her sparkling emeralds and tenacious kindness dripping from the corners of her full mouth.

That stark contrast surely must be a part of her allure, he reckons. Not that there’s any evidence at his disposal—he’s her boss, for fuck’s sake. But the set of cardinal rules applying to the situation doesn’t stop him from looking, nor does it dilute the poison seeping from that singular contaminated thought…

Loud, treacherous voice snarls inside his mind like a beast at the gates of his sanity.

This isn’t staring, this is a comprehensive risk assessment.

Regardless of the pretext, watching her feels almost perverse, but he’s too transfixed to listen to his voice of reason hopelessly trying to redirect him to the path of impeccable propriety.

He can’t look away. Can’t move either. She'll notice him…Eventually.

Is that all he’s become? A disappointment, a fraud. One of the best diagnosticians of the generation, the esteemed Dr. Ethan Ramsey is consistently failing to do his job. His own mind appalls him—once the most treasured asset, his pride and joy, now compromised, useless, struggling to cut through the veil of his inappropriate longing.

Perhaps instead of triggering a spiral of destruction, he should address a more pressing matter: why is there a splotch of purple paint on her cheek?

Better late than never, his focus switches from Tiffany to the negligible surroundings. On her left, spread across the polythene-covered couch, lie a couple of ridiculously abstract drawings, colorful and confusing, each of them made with the skill and precision equal to a six-year-old if he has to guess.

Suddenly, it all clicks.

Along with his tongue.

The short clack doesn’t make her flinch, though she straightens immediately, a glimmer of surprise shining in her riveting eyes when she looks up at the intruder and deems him worthy of a smile. Her lush, rosy lips curl up generously, greeting him with a beam so dazzling his body heats up like bare skin kissed by the blazing midday sun in the middle of summer.

The older doctor doesn’t return the cordial gesture—he has a reputation to uphold and his bruised dignity to save. He quickly takes refuge in the shadow of his perfect decorum, dexterously covering the unjustifiable act of treason committed by his very own carnality.

Tiffany, however, is undeterred in her mission to melt his callous indifference with the disarming sincerity of her vivacious spirit.

“Before you drop your sarcastic grenades on me: no, I have not found my true calling elsewhere. I have not been slacking up either. These aren’t even mine, so insulting someone else’s artistic skills would be totally inappropriate.” Her hand waves over the drawings.

“I wouldn’t dare to insult a respected artist and credit you with their art.” He retorts flatly, then spills the aforementioned sarcasm like the Lord intended. “Early Pollock must cost a fortune or two. How come such rare artworks ended up in your possession?”

His comment inspires a peal of infectious laughter; the powerful melody of Tiffany’s unadulterated amusement conquers the room, all but obliterating the chronic sternness of Ethan’s face.

He cannot help but bask in the glory of this unexpected outcome: he’s the reason behind the glorious, velvety sound; she’s laughing because of him.

“You made a pretty solid assumption, Doctor Ramsey, but I have to disappoint you: early Pollock had an affair with surrealism and his style was way more compositional than this.” She points at the glittery mess splashed in the center of one of the pieces, not so subtly suppressing another wave of laughter.

Miss Addams and her irreplaceable wit painfully remind him of the golden rule he often pretends doesn’t concern his giant ego: do not speak on the topics your knowledge of is insufficient.

Lustrous vivid-green eyes fixed on him and the urgency he’s facing at the moment leave him no choice but to quickly shake off the embarrassment and adapt his reaction accordingly.

Reluctantly, Ethan clings to brutal honesty. “I’m not an art connoisseur, so I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Oh, trust me, you would.”

A smudge of amethyst retrieves the diagnostician’s attention for one split second, demanding a seamless change of topic.

“I presume you spent your lunch break on the pediatric ward again, trying to start a new art movement.”

Doctor Addams gasps theatrically and presses her slender fingers to her mouth, lowering her head slightly. “What gave me away?”

Ethan considers revealing the truth through another shot of bluntly delivered sarcasm (something he would have done in any other case), but his body betrays him, subconsciously drawing near Tiffany.

“Apart from the excited chatter on the second floor? Nothing.” He replies, straining to keep his impeccable composure just as she bites into her lower lip tantalizingly in what appears to be keen anticipation.

A few risky steps later she’s at his arm’s length, and he decides to measure that dangerously short distance; akin to an audience member of some ludicrous soap opera, the diagnostician observes his hand move towards the intern’s face in slow motion, as if that bloody limb wasn’t his and the falsely innocent intention swarming inside his incisive, virtuous mind filled him with repulsion.

Except he wants this. He needs to feel her.

Even though the mere ghost of an idea may bring his demise, he cannot break free, imprisoned by the torturous vision of her vanilla-scented skin gliding smoothly against his.

Much to his bewilderment, her breath quickens just as much as his; the evergreen forest in her eyes bursts into flames when their gazes meet, burning his hesitation down.

She wants this too.

Nothing could convince him to refrain from acting on this forbidden desire now, not a single reasonable thought seems to be charged with a cogent argument.

So he lets his thumb brush down her right cheek, down the lick of wet paint smeared across her warm skin, taking most of the dark purple off the silken canvas along the way.

The sky didn’t tear in half, there was no divine retribution exacted upon a sinner like him, no sign of punishment fit for his appalling misdeed.

“Nothing. At. All.”

Nothing but the silky smoothness of her face, rapid rise and fall of her shapely chest, and fiery heat searing through his veins…

Inevitably, the unbearable tension crackling between them dissipates in a flash when Tiffany snorts at the sight of his acrylic-stained thumb, a soundless ‘fuck’ escapes her mouth as she sprints to find a prompt solution for the paintmergency, stripping him of time to ponder on what the living hell just happened.

He takes advantage of the moment, immediately scolding himself, forcing his thoughts to flee from the crime scene concocted by his newly depraved brain.

“Must be your enviable instinct of an outstanding diagnostician then.” Cheeky as ever, she casts a playful eye over Ethan while rummaging through the drawers, summoning him to focus on her.

Within a long minute, she scuttles back to him, stretched arm offering one of the two pieces of paper towel sprayed with hand sanitizer. They use it to rub the paint off their skin. As soon as they’re done, Ethan quips back. Sort of.

“The balance between mockery and flattery is a bit too delicate to be used in a professional environment, don’t you agree, Addams?”

Unintimidated by the tricky question, Tiffany lifts her shoulder in a half shrug. “It all depends on the intelligence of the person you’re speaking with. You’re ultrawealthy in that department, so I assumed you wouldn’t mind some harmless friendly banter.”

“We’re not friends.” The speed with which he retaliates might have just sealed his fate. Deep down, he doesn’t quite believe those words himself, but there are rules to be followed unconditionally, rules that cannot be broken under any circumstances.

Dark, noble brows accentuating the breadth of her radiance crease together in sheer bewilderment. He can almost hear the scoff she’s choking back when she sees right through the cone-shaped hole in the thick wall separating them.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

“We’re getting there.” She nods vigorously, openly mocking his well-meaning mendacity with lips pursed into a thin line and narrowed eyes surveying him diligently.

„An attending befriending his intern? I can’t see that happening.”

A winning grin lights Tiffany’s features up. „It’s already happening, whether you like it or not.”

The more she pushes forward, infuriatingly so, the more he resists, fortifying his helpless defense.

„Would you be kind enough to explain why on Earth would I let it happen?”

“It’s beyond your control.” She shakes her head. „There’s nothing you can do now.”

He frowns at her, takes her fierce expression in, feigning utter disinterest in the mesmerizing spatter of freckles adorning her glowy skin.

Is the intensity of his glare too revealing? Can there be a flash of ardent curiosity swimming in his eyes and acting up against him?

„You’re awfully confident about all the wrong things, Rookie.”

She mimics the military salute, right hand raised sharply, touching her forehead, fingers and thumb extended and joined, palm facing down. „The colossal pain in your ass reporting for duty, sir.”

This display of her goofiness, derived from the smidgeon of irreverence he’s found himself covertly fond of, successfully penetrates his ruptured facade.

At last, Doctor Terminator’s perpetually grim face blooms with an ear-to-ear smile, so wide and genuine that Tiffany blinks once, twice, most probably questioning whether the exceptionally unusual scene in front of her is real.

The way she gapes at his mouth almost drills a hole in him—she’s that awestruck, like a pious believer who stumbled upon irrefutable evidence confirming the foundation of her faith.

“You should smile more. You…” Her plush lips part when she trails off, then sucks in a breath, as if to stop the profanation of their professional relationship jumping on the tip of her tongue from slipping out recklessly.

She wants this too.

“It suits you.”

Ethan’s cheeks erupt with disgraceful heat, resembling an awkward teenager attracting his crush’s attention for the very first time—the feeling almost as mortifying and inexcusable as the unprecedented lack of any snarky response.

As if the worst was yet to come, Tiffany keeps on staring at him with such exhilarating wonder and sureness he doesn’t quite know how to proceed with such abundance of emotion meddling with his stoic approach.

She wants this too.

For a fleeting moment, the abyss of his solitude shrinks significantly, purple paint filling the crack on the illusory contentment with the life he’s chosen, just as her piercing gaze invites him further into the impossible fantasy.

Then, a jolt of sobering guilt runs along his spine in a rude awakening, at the same time when Tiffany realizes the gravity of her daring statement and its perilous implications.

“I, erm…”

“Uhm, my…”

Ethan smashes the uncharacteristic uneasiness descending on them, a benign half-smile and barely perceptible nod encourage her to continue. “Go on.”

Her gaze flickers towards the hall, a tinge of crimson reddening freckled porcelain. “My break is almost over. I should head back to the ER.”

Hell must have frozen over: his fearless protégée, strong-willed and sharp-tongued at all times, befuddles him with this uncommonly demure armor plate she has put on. The most challenging obstacles and cases fail to break her down, stress and pressure never threaten her admirable strength, and yet there she is—bleeding from her own sword.

This supremely fascinating token of hidden vulnerability sheds new light on the beguiling collection of contradictions making her whole.

He examines the younger doctor pacing around the room as she gathers her belongings up, stuffing her capacious bag with them. Half-way, she spins to address him directly and points at her cheek.

“Am I…Still…?”

“No, you’re alright. The paint is gone.”

“Splendid.”

As she goes forward, assembling her patients’ drawings into a neat pile, and—rather intentionally—ignoring Ethan, he readjusts his tie and dives headfirst into the pool of her discomfort.

“Addams?”

“Hm?”

“You don’t have to dedicate such a vast portion of your free time to helping others.”

She freezes, visibly offended, but still intent on avoiding his gaze. “I know. I want to.”

“What I meant...Is that you need to add yourself to the equation, Tiffany.”

“I’m doing just fine, thank you.” She scoffs, the barely noticeable defensive undertone reverberating in her firm answer not entirely convincing for the diagnostics virtuoso.

His evaluation is disrupted by the abominably loud beeping of Tiffany’s pager. Their eyes finally clash for a brief shootout with no winner before she shuts the damn thing up.

“Well then. See you later, Doctor Ramsey.” She blurts out hastily without giving him a second glance and turns round to rush out of the room, but stops in her tracks near the door.

Something sparks inside that brilliant mind of hers, reigniting her boldness. Dense curtain of long lashes flutters at him over her shoulder, inky-black and luxurious akin to the finest lace, the signature magnetic smile dancing on her lips again—this time infused with genuine concern. She inspects his countenance for a still moment, inch by inch, crease by crease, until her head falls to the side like she has just uncovered his biggest secret.

“Consider locking the door in your office and getting some rest.”

“Giving me advice isn’t included in your job description.” He sneers, the unnecessarily harsh huff of his disapproval concealing the alien sentiment spilling inside his chest.

Somehow it’s still not enough to antagonize her.

Her eyes bore into his audaciously; the gentleness gleaming from elusive emerald green, reminiscent of safety, offers shelter he despairingly seeks, but cannot take. “But it’s nice to have someone watching out for you, isn’t it?”

Somehow they might have more in common than one would think.

Careful not to expose the motley collection of feelings stirring his blood, Ethan draws in a long breath and slips his hands into the pockets of pristine white coat, perfecting his posture, with tense body standing even taller, as though to appear completely unaffected by her undeniable appeal, more unrelenting.

He’s been looked at countless times, yes, but this must be the first instance where he feels truly seen.

It is indeed nice.

The attending doesn’t say a word, for he would have to agree with the intern. She smirks triumphantly, accepting the tacit disbelief etched on his face as conclusive proof of her diagnosis.

Instead of claiming victory through verbal manifestation of her sass, Doctor Addams attacks him using a different weapon: a provocative wink. “Just think about it.”

With a graceful twirl indicating goodbye, his Rookie struts out, leaving a dizzying mist of her divine scent behind.

Wasting no time, Ethan scoots to the exact place where she stood prior to this moment, soaking up the delicious cloud of fragrance, unable to resist sniffing the air like some sort of disgustingly pathetic creep.

Thankfully, there are no witnesses to this particularly revolting descent into madness.

No witnesses to the beginning of his fall.

Mind over heart has never sounded more delusional than now, that his hard-won empire of spotless reason stands on the verge of crumbling. But he’s not giving up–he can’t give up. There’s too much at stake.

Beyond dispute, Ethan Ramsey is not an easy man to defeat. The King of Quiet Desperation wears his broken crown with arrogance, each burnished gem representing his sins, though the ultimate one hasn’t brought him down yet.

Having put the mask of nonchalance back on, Doctor Ramsey turns off the lights and stomps into the empty corridor—his hand still carrying the heavenly softness of Tiffany’s skin like a fingerprint, like a sin, shaky fingers curling at the very thought of the contact—then begins a seemingly casual stroll to his office.

He doesn’t have many vices—she is all of them.

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A/N2: Hope you enjoyed this bad boy ❤️ Sorry (not sorry) if it's too long and repetitive...I literally can't shut up when it comes to these two fsksjdkfjs Plus it felt really good to find my writing mojo after such a long time!

PS. If there are any typos and/or mistakes...No, there aren't lol I'm fighting COVID at the moment, so my brain's a little foggy. I had this fic sitting in my drafts and decided to just go with the flow while I'm feverish and can't see any faults sjfskfkjf I'll get back to everyone waiting for a reply when I'm more coherent. Stay safe, lovelies!

#miss rona is not letting me breathe or sleep or rest so i decided to find my most recent taglist #yes i'm still keeping the deactivated urls because my love never stops and i miss seeing you on my dash #taglist rb

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txemrn · 3 years ago

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Happy birthday lovely ❤️❤️

Absolute bonus of your birthday is the rest of us getting to see extra Tatum x Ethan in the edits you're gifted 😍

Have the most wonderful day 💕❤️

RUBY! 🥰🥰🥰 What a blessing it is whenever I see your name! Thank you so, so much for the birthday wishes! You have made my day extra special!

And GIRL! I agree! I am so grateful for these sweet edits! We have some very sweet, very TALENTED folks in this fandom, and good gracious... they NEVER cease to amaze me! It's very humbling!

Thanks again, sweetness! 🖤🖤🖤

#fandom kindness #thank youuuuu!#starrystarrytrouble

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peonierose · 1 year ago

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Choices Fandom Countdown 2024

@choicesfandomappreciation For the choices fandom countdown 2024 I just wanted to mention some people that have become very special to me 🩷 And thank you so much for all be work you do. Making all these wonderful events and making everyone’s day a bit more creative and beautiful 🥰🩷

Please know that everyone in our choices fandom means a lot to me, whether we interact once or every single day know you’re important to me and without each and every one of us it wouldn’t be the fandom it is 🩷

People I call friends and I had the honor to get to know better:

@aallotarenunelma @cariantha @mysticalgalaxysstuff @jerzwriter @potionsprefect @lilyoffandoms @liaromancewriter @jamespotterthefirst @inlocusmads @ladylamrian @takemyopenheart @the-pale-goddess @socalwriterbee @mvalentine @starrystarrytrouble @karahalloway @secretaryunpaid @a-cloud-for-dreams @quixoticdreamer16 @surrrenderronniebabe1 @alj4890 @eleanorbloom @princess-geek @storyofmychoices

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My asks and dms are always open so if you ever need anything want to talk or just say hi and discuss your favorite color feel free to drop by 🥰

Wishing everyone a beautiful and gorgeous year ahead. Hope 2024 will be filled with good energy, joy, love, happiness and overall a better mental and physical state for everyone 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#choices countdown to 2024 #writers #friendships

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genevievemd · 4 years ago

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Saw you're busy irl so am sending you love Sara ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks for feeding us despite life stuff 🥰

I appreciate the love bby 💕💕

Thanks for enjoying my trash corner 😂

#asked and answered #starrystarrytrouble

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liaromancewriter · 3 months ago

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Here are some writers that I followed when I first started reading OH fanfics. They're not active anymore, but their masterlists are still around.

StarryStarryTrouble

PerrieWinkleNerdie

GenevieveMD

JamesPottertheFirst

I came across the Choices app way later than most and completely fell for Open Heart long after the series had ended. I wish I had been here when fanfics were dropping left and right because it sounds like it was an amazing time. Since things have slowed down, I’ve been diving into master lists from some of my favorite writers and picking fics at random from @openheartfanfics.

But I’d love some help! If anyone's still around, could you send me some recommendations? Writers who are still here, I’d love to hear about your old favorites. And if you have fics from other writers that you still think about, send those my way too! I know most people have moved on, but I’m still completely hooked. Thanks

#open heart

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cariantha · 2 years ago

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For You, I Will

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: Some sexual innuendo but nothing explicit or graphic Category: 📷 Text Fic Summary: Ethan and Sawyer discuss their plans to celebrate each other's birthday. A/N: Today is Sawyer's birthday! I had been wanting to do something to celebrate the day and decided to incorporate this cute idea from an ask sent by @jerzwriter. In my OH world, Sawyer's birthday is August 24th and Ethan's birthday is October 5th.

Book 2: September 2023

The day after Ethan's birthday...

Book 3: August 2024

Tag List: @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics @potionsprefect @jamespotterthefirst @annfg8 @peonierose @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @quixoticdreamer16 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @inlocusmads @txemrn @trappedinfanfiction @mvalentine @takemyopenheart @openheartforeverinmyheart @doriopenheart @coffeeheartaddict2 @genevievemd @starrystarrytrouble @hopelessromantic1352 @kyra75 @lsvdw-blog @rookiemartin @headoverheelsforramsey

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfic #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x sawyer #choices stories you play #choices open heart #playchoices #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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headoverheelsforramsey · 2 years ago

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Based on my real life experience today - I have an ask.

Ethan accidentally because he'd never be this much of a dick says "He needs to babysit" their kids and your MC overhears this.

How does your MC react?

Okay. First of all Ethan would never actually say something like this but I am giving into imagination for a moment.

So if you know about my Future Careers HC, Meera had to fight pretty hard for the director of the trauma centre title, while being pregnant. She actually never got to enjoy it because soon after she went for maternity leave, leaving Naveen to handle it while she was gone. Now coming back into work she was not only nervous about working again but also doubly nervous since it was a new job all over again. At this she suffered with low self esteem and worth issues because she felt like a failure as both a mother and a director.

Finally to take her mind off things, her girls arranged for a girl's night of trashy reality shows, drinks and all the gossips she had missed while being on leave. Ethan was supposed to watch Ishaan, and Meera heard him talk about babysitting his own kid while speaking with a board member. Ethan didn't know she was around, but he was in for a storm when he picked up Ishaan from daycare and decided to say goodbye to Meera before heading home.

"Okay we are all set," Ethan walked through the automatic doors of his wife's new office, carrying his son and the diaper bag.

Meera looked up from her laptop a stone cold expression in her eyes. Without uttering a single word she focused back on her work.

Ethan was confused. The Meera he knew would have come running to hug both him and Ishaan shouted a million instructions and finally give each of them a goodnight kiss before saying bye.

"Rookie, are you okay?" Ethan took a seat across from her looking genuinely confused. "Did anyone say anything?" Ethan knew about how harsh Edenbrook had been since Meera returned to work, and how often it affected his wife's mood.

"Can I have your phone for a minute Ethan?" Meera said, her voice even colder than her glare.

Without any hesitation Ethan placed his phone on her table. He watched as his wife fidgeted with it for just a couple minutes, before handing it back to him.

"I just deleted all the numbers of our babysitters."

Ethan tried saying something but he was so lost he couldn't figure out what would be the best response.

"Since we have you as a babysitter, I figured we wouldn't need another one, given we live together and the baby literally has your DNA," Meera's voice reaching a higher decibel.

It then dawned on Ethan. It had been so trivial he had actually forgotten he had said something like that. Now that he is sitting face to face with the woman who had nurtured and raised his baby for nine months and had undergone hours of labour and pain to bring a new life into the world all he could feel was shame and remorse.

"Meera I---"

"Save it Ethan," Meera didn't need to know what he was about to say. She got up from her desk, packed up her things and took over Ishaan from Ethan. "And yes, please do name your price," her voice cracked tears threatening to break free, "because trust me Ethan I can afford it."

With that Dr. Meera Bose Ramsey walked out of her office, cradling her son, tears streaming her face, and all the ever so bright and genius Ethan Ramsey could do was stare at her retreating figure, hanging his head in shame.

This turned out into a little drabble that I didn't plan on lol. I'm putting my taglist since it has been ages since I posted.

Perma : @starrystarrytrouble @quixoticdreamer16 @coffeeheartaddict2 @liaromancewriter @tessa-liam @gryffindordaughterofathena @crazy-loca-blog @zahrachoices @bex-la-get @potionsprefect @schnitzelbutterfingers @a-crepusculo @custaroonie @aishwarya26 @jamespotterthefirst @rookiemartin

Ethan x Meera : @jerzwriter @wanderingamongthewildflowers @takemyopenheart @mvalentine @cariantha

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed.

#asked and answered #jerzwriter #cue the queue

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peonierose · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for the love nonny 🩷 It means a lot to hear (errr….read) your words. If I may I’d like to add some other writers & creators I miss dearly 🩷

@ofmischiefandmedicine-deactivat @txemrn @mvalentine @mysticalgalaxysstuff @takemyopenheart @quixoticdreamer16 @secretaryunpaid @inlocusmads @starrystarrytrouble @the-pale-goddess and so many more 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Shout out to old OH creators that I miss seeing them and I hope they'll write again someday but they probably won't. 😢

@a-crepusculo @gryffindordaughterofathena @genevievemd @bex-la-get @lsvdw-blog @lucy-268 @mm2305 @utterlyinevitable @lem-20 @terrm9 @perriewinklenerdie @heauxplesslydevoted @writinghereandthere @choiceskatie @usuallyamazinglyaverage

and thanks to the ones keeping it alive because I don't want it to end.

@storyofmychoices @potionsprefect @jerzwriter @cariantha @jamespotterthefirst @liaromancewriter @peonierose @alj4890 @alwaysmychoices @takeharryandgo @trappedinfanfiction

@a-crepusculo, @gryffindordaughterofathena, @genevievemd, @bex-la-get, @lsvdw-blog, @lucy-268, @mm2305, @utterlyinevitable, @lem-20, @terrm9, @perriewinklenerdie, @heauxplesslydevoted, @writinghereandthere, @choiceskatie, @usuallyamazinglyaverage,

@storyofmychoices, @potionsprefect ,@jerzwriter ,@cariantha, @jamespotterthefirst, @liaromancewriter, @peonierose, @alj4890 ,@alwaysmychoices ,@takeharryandgo, @trappedinfanfiction

#writers and creators

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openheartfanfics · 2 years ago

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Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff

One Shots S (2 / 2)

Spaghetti Dinner - @parkerattano Sharing a single strand of spaghetti is not romantic. Stop asking.

Special Conversations - @potionsprefect Ethan holds some meaningful chats.

Special Surprise - @potionsprefect 💘 Luke and Lily enlist Aunt Sienna for a very special mission. Feat. Sienna Trinh

Special Treat - @potionsprefect Victoria and Ethan buy Luke and Lily a present.

Speech is silver, silence is gold - @valiantlychaoticbarbarian

Stare - @ohfanfic

Star to Every Wandering Bark - @stygianflood Ethan surprises Aparna by asking her to add her name beside his own, on paper.

Stardust - @liaromancewriter 🎄 Ethan and Cassie’s skating date plans go awry, but all hope is not lost.

Stars - @starrystarrytrouble If Ethan had one wish, what would he ask for? MC’s about to find out.

Stars on the canvas - @perriewinklenerdie They go to the Opera House again. They get carried away. Again. Set sometime after 2.8.

Start of Something New - @trappedinfanfiction 👔 It’s Father’s Day and Celia has a surprise for her husband.

Starry Eyes Sparking Up My Darkest Night - @tsrookie They go on an ‘almost-date’.

Stating the Obvious - @liaromancewriter ☁ Cassie struggles with the twins, and Ethan shows off his skills.

Stay, Stay, Stay - @josiesopenheart Josie receives a fellowship offer across the country.

Stay with me - @perriewinklenerdie As her residency comes to a close, her relationship with Ethan gets stronger with each day.

Staying In - @potionsprefect Victoria is left disappointed when she is sick on her birthday.

Stickler For The Rules - @potionsprefect Date night looks a little different for Ethan and Victoria.

Sticks and Stones - @bex-la-get Ethan cheers Natalie up when she’s feeling down.

Still Here - @a-crepusculo In the absence of Ethan, Marchia had a friendly conversation with his former rival in the diagnostics’ office. Feat. Tobias Carrick

Stop While You’re Ahead - @jerzwriter Kaycee refers to Ethan as her husband. This takes place as they're checking out of the hotel in Miami.

Stranded - @jerzwriter When Ethan and Kaycee's trip home from a rural Massachusetts hospital goes awry, how will that change?

Stubborn - @perriewinklenerdie Ethan doesn’t know how to take a break, even when he’s barely standing on his own two feel and can’t keep his eyes open. Feat. Caring!MC

Stunning - @a-crepusculo Ⓜ The dazzling couple spent their night at the Opera House.

Sugar Bugs - @liaromancewriter The twins visit the dentist's office.

Superheroes - @potionsprefect Luke and Lily learn just how amazing Ethan and Victoria are.

Summer Hideaway - @jerzwriter Kaycee has had an exceptionally rough week. That's when her secret boyfriend, Ethan, comes up with a plan to help them both recoup.

Summer Romance - @liaromancewriter Ethan and Cassie define their status over breakfast, set early in their secret relationship.

Sunbathing - @anntoldst0ries

Sunday Mornings - @bex-la-get Nat and Ethan enjoy their Sunday mornings. Told over several years.

Sunrise - @starrystarrytrouble Ethan takes MC home after 2.11.

Sunrise - @jamespotterthefirst Suddenly, marriage doesn't seem like a pointless endeavor for Ethan.

Sunsets - @coffeeheartaddict2 Following hey are celebrating the anniversary of their engagement.

Surprise - @blazerina They’ve been married for 16 years.

Surprise - @coffeeheartaddict2 Alexis assists Ethan with some breakfast on Casey’s day off.

Surprise - @coffeeheartaddict2 It is finally Ethan and Casey’s wedding week and Casey receives a surprise visit.

Surprise - @ethanramseytwilight Ethan finally proposes to his 'special someone'.

Surprise - @poudredevie 💘 Ethan has a surprise for their first Valentine’s day together.

Surprise - @takemyopenheart It’s Father’s Day, and Luz and baby Rey have special news for daddy.

Surprises - @jerzwriter Ethan realizes he and Casey have never been on a proper date and plans on fixing that. He also enlists friends to help plan a birthday surprise.

Sweet - @starrystarrytrouble What’s a rose by any other name?

Sweet December - @cariantha 🎄 Ethan eavesdrops on a conversation between Sawyer and her best friend.

Sweet Dreams - @lem-20 Ethan is making noises in his sleep.

Sweet Dreams - @liaromancewriter Ethan and Cassie take their twins for a visit to grandpa’s house.

Sweet Hoax - @estellaelysian Catch and favor with a splash of fake dating.

Sweet Love - @jerzwriter Ficlet for the Love Confession Prompt "How you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me."

Sweet Nothing - @bex-la-get Nat and Ethan face speculation over their relationship.

Sweet Reaction - @jerzwriter 🐣 Springtime is doing strange things to Dr. Ramsey - but is that really the cause?

Sweet Start - @jerzwriter Ethan and Kaycee start her 32nd birthday off with much to look forward to.

SUBMIT OPEN HEART FICS HERE

#open heart #open heart fanfics #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x f!mc

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