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After you told me (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post series finale Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: 2.7k, PG Summary: Now that they finally uttered those 3 words, what does the proximate future hold for Ethan & Noelle? Category/warnings: Fluff / None

A/N: Hey friends! I missed you all. Inspiration wasn't a frequent visitor in the past few weeks, so it took me ages to finish this. Hope you're all ok! Lots of love from meeee 💜

She definitely had the sex hair.

Strands of their conversation in the confines of Derry Roasters many months ago echoed in her head.

For her, it will forever be their first date.

A smile tugs at her full lips, dressed in mauve lipstick, the color extracting the depth of her magnetizing eyes. It’s perfect for the occasion. Or at least it was before Ethan Ramsey ruined it.

Ruined all of her.

“What are you smiling at?” Genuine curiosity and carefree nonchalance color his voice, which are as surprising as they are captivating.

“Do you remember our first coffee at Derry’s? The people watching? How you’ve asked me to read a person and I ‘diagnosed’ the woman who walked in as having sex hair?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” - she shakes her head and fixes her hair dramatically - “you’re looking at one now.”

Playful sparks dance in Ethan’s ocean eyes, turning his expression into that of a child who got into mischief but had zero remorse.

They return to the party, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. People notice. Whispers start.

Ethan is as proud as a peacock, his chest outthrust, head up high. His grip on her hand tightens. But that’s not what’s got everyone so heated.

It’s the smile.

Some of those in attendance see Dr Ramsey smile for the first time and the view is bizarre, out of character. Only a handful of guests have seen what they believed to be a ghost of a smile.

But now, they can see it in flesh, beaming, blinding, bright as daylight. He’s smiling from ear to ear and they can’t help but notice. When his eyes land on the breathtaking brunette standing by his side and the smile becomes even wider, although it seems humanly impossible to smile so much - they know.

She is behind the curve that straightens everything.

After making a grand entrance, albeit unintentionally, they head over to a group of people standing in a tight circle, clearly enjoying themselves.

“Elle! There you are! We thought you ditched the party.” Sienna’s waving her hands excitedly, motioning her friend to come closer. Her sight wanders lower and lower until it finally stops on the knot made of two palms. She sends Noelle a knowing smile.

“And missed teasing Bryce that we’re the real doctors now, while he’s still a resident? Over my dead body.”

“Say all you want, it only shows how amazing I am. Surgery ain’t an easy gig and only the best can survive.”

“Frankly, Lahela, you surgeons are mere executors of whatever our diagnosis requires which, by the way, we also tell you.”

Everyone chuckles shyly, apart from Jackie, who snorts loudly without any shame.

“I’m wondering what is Harper’s view on that.”

“You can ask Dr Emery once you’ve ticked the positions of Head of Surgery and Chief of Medicine off your list.”

“Anyway, as I was saying...” Noelle swiftly changes the subject as she feels the pressure between two of the most forceful personalities she knew rising.

“I just had to pop by the Diagnostic’s Office to catch Ethan, we had to… talk about something.” Her face turns red and she’s not sure what else to say, despite pledging she wanted to shout all about it from the rooftops a couple of moments ago.

And she does, more than anything. But she also knows this is a fairly new realm for Ethan and is happy for them to take baby steps instead of throwing him straight to the vultures.

He knows and she knows.

Nothing else matters.

That’s why his next move is so surprising.

Ethan lets go of her hand, but they only lose connection for a few short seconds, during which he moves to stand behind her. His warm palms clasp her shoulders and he leans closer as if the slightest distance between them would hurt him.

“And that something” - all eyes are on him now - “is the fact that Dr Val…. Noelle and I are together.”

The world around them only stops for 10 awkward seconds, which are the longest in young doctor’s life, especially that her friends’ facial expressions are unreadable.

Sienna snaps out of it first.

“Finally!” she squeaks and claps her hands vivaciously. “Oh Elle, I am so happy for you, given that you’ve been in love with Eth… with Dr Ramsey since…uhh I mean I’m genuinely excited for both of you.” She blushes crimson, clearly embarrassed. Noelle is thanking the gods above for her friend not yet reaching the stage where her tongue loosens completely and stopping herself from saying exactly what she thinks is out of Sienna’s repertoire.

Everyone else goes quiet, not too sure what befits now and what doesn’t. After all, it’s the Ethan Ramsey. The bogey of Edenbrook halls.

“Wow, that’s…” Aurora takes it upon herself to break the spell of silence.

“Long time coming? Not surprising at all? Annoying it took you so long when everyone, and I mean literally everyone saw it?” Jackie is taking no prisoners, shooting like a sniper between sips of champagne.

“Jackie! Would you stop?” Aurora sends her a murderous look trying to remedy the situation.

“It’s fine, Dr Emery… I mean, Aurora.” Once again, the group is baffled. Apart from Elle, they’ve never heard Dr Ramsey address a resident by their first name. “Since you’ve moved to the adults’ table, I think it’s time we are on the first-name basis.”

Bryce opens his mouth first to say something, but Ethan beats him to it.

“Not you though, Lahela.” Ethan motions at Bryce, whose arm was halfway raising a glass. “Find me next year after you’ve become a real doctor and we can talk.”

They all have a wholehearted laugh at Bryce’s expense, with Bryce himself grinning and bearing it.

“Alright, I’m parched, would anyone like a drink? I need a refill if I’m to survive this night in one piece.”

“I’d love one, thank you, Dr Ram… I mean, Ethan.” Sienna tries to respect Ethan’s wishes but saying this feels almost as natural as having a third arm does.

“What would you like to drink, Dr Valentine?”

“Whatever you are poisoning yourself with today, Dr Ramsey.”

“Two scotches it is then.” She giggles and he pulls her to his chest in one swift movement, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s intoxicating, as always, and he wonders how on earth had he gone for so long without getting lost in her silky waves every single day.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t say it back, but her bare arms do when goosebumps appear right under his fingertips.

Ethan kisses her forehead lovingly and walks towards the bar, followed by more than a dozen pairs of prying eyes.

Elle grins to her friends.

It’s like a movie scene.

When Ethan is out of sight they start screaming, jumping, laughing and making overly excited noises.

She’s drunk and overwhelmed, but not with booze.

It’s their night and she’s so lucky to call them friends.

Her chosen family.

Funny how, she thinks to herself, in one moment people are strangers and the next you’d jump into flames for them.

But only a handful are worth burning for.

A thigh-high, sharp buzz shakes her out of this reverie.

Earlier today, she had to turn the silent mode on her phone due to the number of messages and calls from people wanting to congratulate her - friends, family, even former patients. It was as touching as it was, simply put, too much. She made a promise to call them back the following day, once the dust settles a bit.

Tonight is for freshly minted, board-certified doctors.

The buzz startles her, making her heart beat faster.

Vibration mode is reserved for a handful of people only, close ones, who wouldn’t call or text today.

Unless it was an emergency.

In one swift movement, she takes the phone out of her bag.

The screen lights up with a message, composed of three words only.

I love you.

She searches him across the room and their eyes meet.

In the past, she used to wonder what crossed his mind the moment they laid eyes on each other.

She didn’t have to wonder anymore.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dreams.

Mystical reality painted by our brains, creating places we’ve never seen, emotions we’ve never felt and lives we’ve never lived.

They can fascinate us or scare us to death.

Noelle’s was somewhere in between.

In this dream, she got to lead the Diagnostic’s Team and Ethan replaced Naveen as Chief of Medicine.

But most importantly, after years of mutual pining, Ethan and her finally confessed their feelings and stopped pretending they aren’t madly in love with each other.

It had to be a dream.

Because in what reality would her life be so perfect?

Too focused on the life happening only inside her head, she failed to notice something else was amiss.

This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.

Tiny needles of panic stabbed her inside. Before they overtook her whole body, she tried turning her attention to the breath. It was a trick she learned during her therapy after the attack; not always effective but still worth a shot and infinitely better than doing nothing and spiraling into panic.

A string of shiver ran through her spine, but not because she was cold. Something wet and warm traced the path starting at the crook of her neck, all the way down to her shoulder.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sweet hum, reverberating with tenderness, tucked her like a soft blanket.

Then, a big and strong palm traveled underneath her top, straight to her nipples which peaked almost instantly. In one swift move, a pair of arms turned her around and a second later her nose was touching the nose of the most stunning face she’s ever seen.

That’s when he noticed the layer of glass in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I should have asked if you are in the mood for…” He seemed terrified, and his hand immediately retracted and found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, caressing it gently.

“No, it’s fine, Ethan, it’s not that.“ She felt stupid, sorry for herself, but his fondness made the tears flow freely.

“I just… woke up thinking this, my life, is all a dream because it’s just too good to be true. I keep worrying that you may change your mind soon, that this is not what you wanted, that…”

“That...?”

“That… you will run away.”

There were many things she was expecting to see in Ethan Ramsey’s eyes. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance was a maybe.

But the immense sadness was not one of them.

They both fell silent for what felt like forever.

“Thank you for telling me.” He took her trembling palm and covered it with his, the gesture almost symbolic, part of their non-verbal communication since day 1. “Knowing you as I know you, you’ve probably been battling with this on your own for a couple of days now.”

“It isn’t exactly the most exciting thing to say to your new boyfriend when you’ve just started the honeymoon phase.”

“Lucky for us, we’re no typical boyfriend and girlfriend… and the relationship itself is far from ordinary too.

I’m not surprised you’re thinking about this… frankly, I’d worry if you didn’t.” Ethan tried to smuggle a faint smile, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I am also aware that our past… especially my contribution to it... is the reason why you feel this way.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry? God, no. I’m just profoundly sad to see the woman I love feel this way because of me.”

She didn’t have any response to that because the words were true. Ethan clearly felt the same and changed the subject.

“Do you remember when we were visiting Lamar’s house? You asked me if I could see myself living like them.” She rose her brow, not sure if this was going somewhere or if it’s just an attempt to distract her. For now, she just went with it.

“And you told me you’d want to be the person who wants this, but you’re afraid you’ll never be rid of certain restlessness.”

Ethan smiled gently, for there was something truly touching about her quoting the things he said, word for word.

“Truth be told… that still stands. But I need to be honest because it wouldn’t be fair to hide it from you.”

She went quiet, clearly growing concerned.

“One day, I may want to run away.”

She gulped.

“Leave everything behind.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Start again.”

She couldn’t move.

“But only with you.”

And there they were, again. The butterflies. The unexplainable, miraculous dance inside her stomach, the fluttering, the crazy high messing up with her nervous system.

“You absolute asshole. I really don’t know what I see in you.”

“Neither do I, but I will do everything I can to make sure that whatever it is, it’s always there.” He brought her hand to his lips and slowly kissed the knuckles. “I don’t know what the future will bring, Noelle, but what I can promise is that I want nothing more than to prove to you every day that I have no intention of running away.”

He looked deep into her eyes, glimmers of doubt clearly present in emerald irises.

Ethan could tell her all about it. How he is in this too deep. Past the point of no return.

But would she believe his words?

He had to find a way to show her.

It only takes a single flame to reduce trust to ashes. But an inhuman effort to rebuild it.

“Do you know what I love most about you, Elle?” Ethan’s fingers were lazily tracing her curves.

“Let me guess… is it my intelligence? My sophisticated sass? My outgoing personality?” He couldn’t help but laugh at how her face lit up when she was clearly not modest about herself.

“All of the above, yes… but you missed. The thing I love most about you it that you make me forget about Dr Ramsey.”

Confusion passed through her eyes.

“Long time before I met you, Dr Ramsey became my main identity and as the time passed… my only identity. I knew I was good at being a doctor, it helped me forget about everything that’s happened in my personal life, which was frankly a string of failures. But ever since I met you, I could be Ethan again. I could be just a guy with a girl, not someone with ‘Dr Ramsey’ tattooed on their forehead.” She let out a tiny giggle, trying to bring the image to life.

“Oh, Ethan… as much as I’d like to kill him sometimes, just Ethan is my favorite version of you. It’s because of him that I fell in love with you, not because you are so amazing at what you do. I mean, it was a contributing factor, too, but I think Ethan is infinitely more interesting than grumpy Dr Ramsey who yells at interns and think technological progress is devil’s creation.”

“It is.”

“There he is, Dr Grumpy in the flesh.”

“Watch out, you are speaking to the Chief of Medicine.”

“Thank God I will not be working with you directly anymore… no space for me in the room now that you and your giant ego made an appearance.”

“I’m actually really sad about this. I love working with you.”

“Me too, Ethan. When you talk about medicine… you steal the show. I’ll miss spending time with you in the hospital.”

“That’s why my first decree as a Chief of Medicine would bo to announce that lunch break is sacred. It’s a time for me to catch up with beautiful Head of Diagnostics, and talking about heads - with a woman I completely lost my head for.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“Ethan?”

“Yes, love?”

“You never have to ask me if I’m in the mood for sex. It’s always flattering to know you want me at least half as much as I want you.”

“Half?” He let out a hearty laugh.

“Maths clearly wasn’t your favourite subject at school, Dr Valentine. There are no words, numbers, or any other measures for how much I want you. In every possible meaning of these words.”

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Thank you for reading, everyone ☺️

Tagging separately.

[the-pale-goddess]

Six Sentence Sunday please?❤

Thank you for always being here for me, lovely Anon 🥰 Here's a special surprise for everyone waiting for the return of Home With You!

Home With You - Part 4: The Addams Family

Afternoon sun peeking shyly through a thick layer of clouds illuminated the garden, blinding Tiffany with its golden rays. She blinked twice, unsure if the scene in front of her was real or rather picked out at random from her daydreams. Just a few steps away, Ethan was kneeling on grass, holding her crying son tight in his arms.

Their crying son.

Loud whimpering quickly took her back to planet Earth; suddenly, she felt like an intruder. NJ's sobs were gradually quietening down, as if the gentle touch of his father's hand patting his back was pure magic.

@terrm9 do you have anything to share? ❤️

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Hilde I am so excited for this! Mostly because we all go like "awwww daddy Ethan" after this snippet when we all know rather well that this is going to be pain in reality💔❤😂

Also I love how you go "haha hi anon" and then tag me separately😂 love you more❤❤❤

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YAYYYYYYYYYY HILDE 😍😍😍😍

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I just want to thank you for the After you told me fic because it is something that I missed so much from the finale! We were robbed because PB didn't show us how everyone at the party reacted or any moments about their relationship after Ethan and MC became official. So thank you, your fic was perfect and it made the whole story more complete for me ❤️

ANON 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I don’t know who you are but I love you and you made my day.

No disputes here, PB definitely robbed us of so many amazing moments, fortunately we have a parade of amazing writers here who are mopping up after the mess they left.

I’m so, so happy I was able to fill a tiny void for you 🥺💕💕💕

[the-pale-goddess]

Hi! I am sending this to my favourite top, established creators of this fandom. A lot of negativity has been going around in the main tags and I saw a couple creators leave for anon hate and lack of motivation and I feel we should really bond as a fandom and stand together by their side.

So I want you to mention a few underrated, or new creators who should be getting much higher notes, love and reach but isn't to cheer them up and if possible also mention some of their favourite works. I hope it's okay I am asking you to do this thank you so much for your cooperation.

Hi! First of all, I'm incredibly flattered that you enjoy my word vomit and consider me one of your favorite creators, dear ❤️

The amount of hate circulating in the fandom for the past year is truly concerning. It's beyond me how people can be so cruel and vicious towards others. Spreading kindness and positivity is crucial, so thank you for this initiative!

There are so many talented queens - each and every one of them deserves praise and recognition. Much to my regret, I've been a terrible reader for some time now, so I'm not familiar with the newest additions to our writing community...Sorry for not engaging much, life's rather hectic and my time is very limited.

In addition to my all-time favorites, I'll name some of the gems I've discovered (more or less) recently:

@anntoldst0ries Ann's writing style is so poetic, she'll take you to another dimension 💞

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@lem-20 has some wonderful OHTY fix-it fics 💞

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Thank you so much, it means everything coming from my creme de la creme of OH writers.

Love you and no pressure but when is scar tissue coming out 😈

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After you told me (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post series finale Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: 2.7k, PG Summary: Now that they finally uttered those 3 words, what does the proximate future hold for Ethan & Noelle? Category/warnings: Fluff / None

A/N: Hey friends! I missed you all. Inspiration wasn't a frequent visitor in the past few weeks, so it took me ages to finish this. Hope you're all ok! Lots of love from meeee 💜

She definitely had the sex hair.

Strands of their conversation in the confines of Derry Roasters many months ago echoed in her head.

For her, it will forever be their first date.

A smile tugs at her full lips, dressed in mauve lipstick, the color extracting the depth of her magnetizing eyes. It’s perfect for the occasion. Or at least it was before Ethan Ramsey ruined it.

Ruined all of her.

“What are you smiling at?” Genuine curiosity and carefree nonchalance color his voice, which are as surprising as they are captivating.

“Do you remember our first coffee at Derry’s? The people watching? How you’ve asked me to read a person and I ‘diagnosed’ the woman who walked in as having sex hair?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” - she shakes her head and fixes her hair dramatically - “you’re looking at one now.”

Playful sparks dance in Ethan’s ocean eyes, turning his expression into that of a child who got into mischief but had zero remorse.

They return to the party, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. People notice. Whispers start.

Ethan is as proud as a peacock, his chest outthrust, head up high. His grip on her hand tightens. But that’s not what’s got everyone so heated.

It’s the smile.

Some of those in attendance see Dr Ramsey smile for the first time and the view is bizarre, out of character. Only a handful of guests have seen what they believed to be a ghost of a smile.

But now, they can see it in flesh, beaming, blinding, bright as daylight. He’s smiling from ear to ear and they can’t help but notice. When his eyes land on the breathtaking brunette standing by his side and the smile becomes even wider, although it seems humanly impossible to smile so much - they know.

She is behind the curve that straightens everything.

After making a grand entrance, albeit unintentionally, they head over to a group of people standing in a tight circle, clearly enjoying themselves.

“Elle! There you are! We thought you ditched the party.” Sienna’s waving her hands excitedly, motioning her friend to come closer. Her sight wanders lower and lower until it finally stops on the knot made of two palms. She sends Noelle a knowing smile.

“And missed teasing Bryce that we’re the real doctors now, while he’s still a resident? Over my dead body.”

“Say all you want, it only shows how amazing I am. Surgery ain’t an easy gig and only the best can survive.”

“Frankly, Lahela, you surgeons are mere executors of whatever our diagnosis requires which, by the way, we also tell you.”

Everyone chuckles shyly, apart from Jackie, who snorts loudly without any shame.

“I’m wondering what is Harper’s view on that.”

“You can ask Dr Emery once you’ve ticked the positions of Head of Surgery and Chief of Medicine off your list.”

“Anyway, as I was saying...” Noelle swiftly changes the subject as she feels the pressure between two of the most forceful personalities she knew rising.

“I just had to pop by the Diagnostic’s Office to catch Ethan, we had to… talk about something.” Her face turns red and she’s not sure what else to say, despite pledging she wanted to shout all about it from the rooftops a couple of moments ago.

And she does, more than anything. But she also knows this is a fairly new realm for Ethan and is happy for them to take baby steps instead of throwing him straight to the vultures.

He knows and she knows.

Nothing else matters.

That’s why his next move is so surprising.

Ethan lets go of her hand, but they only lose connection for a few short seconds, during which he moves to stand behind her. His warm palms clasp her shoulders and he leans closer as if the slightest distance between them would hurt him.

“And that something” - all eyes are on him now - “is the fact that Dr Val…. Noelle and I are together.”

The world around them only stops for 10 awkward seconds, which are the longest in young doctor’s life, especially that her friends’ facial expressions are unreadable.

Sienna snaps out of it first.

“Finally!” she squeaks and claps her hands vivaciously. “Oh Elle, I am so happy for you, given that you’ve been in love with Eth… with Dr Ramsey since…uhh I mean I’m genuinely excited for both of you.” She blushes crimson, clearly embarrassed. Noelle is thanking the gods above for her friend not yet reaching the stage where her tongue loosens completely and stopping herself from saying exactly what she thinks is out of Sienna’s repertoire.

Everyone else goes quiet, not too sure what befits now and what doesn’t. After all, it’s the Ethan Ramsey. The bogey of Edenbrook halls.

“Wow, that’s…” Aurora takes it upon herself to break the spell of silence.

“Long time coming? Not surprising at all? Annoying it took you so long when everyone, and I mean literally everyone saw it?” Jackie is taking no prisoners, shooting like a sniper between sips of champagne.

“Jackie! Would you stop?” Aurora sends her a murderous look trying to remedy the situation.

“It’s fine, Dr Emery… I mean, Aurora.” Once again, the group is baffled. Apart from Elle, they’ve never heard Dr Ramsey address a resident by their first name. “Since you’ve moved to the adults’ table, I think it’s time we are on the first-name basis.”

Bryce opens his mouth first to say something, but Ethan beats him to it.

“Not you though, Lahela.” Ethan motions at Bryce, whose arm was halfway raising a glass. “Find me next year after you’ve become a real doctor and we can talk.”

They all have a wholehearted laugh at Bryce’s expense, with Bryce himself grinning and bearing it.

“Alright, I’m parched, would anyone like a drink? I need a refill if I’m to survive this night in one piece.”

“I’d love one, thank you, Dr Ram… I mean, Ethan.” Sienna tries to respect Ethan’s wishes but saying this feels almost as natural as having a third arm does.

“What would you like to drink, Dr Valentine?”

“Whatever you are poisoning yourself with today, Dr Ramsey.”

“Two scotches it is then.” She giggles and he pulls her to his chest in one swift movement, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s intoxicating, as always, and he wonders how on earth had he gone for so long without getting lost in her silky waves every single day.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t say it back, but her bare arms do when goosebumps appear right under his fingertips.

Ethan kisses her forehead lovingly and walks towards the bar, followed by more than a dozen pairs of prying eyes.

Elle grins to her friends.

It’s like a movie scene.

When Ethan is out of sight they start screaming, jumping, laughing and making overly excited noises.

She’s drunk and overwhelmed, but not with booze.

It’s their night and she’s so lucky to call them friends.

Her chosen family.

Funny how, she thinks to herself, in one moment people are strangers and the next you’d jump into flames for them.

But only a handful are worth burning for.

A thigh-high, sharp buzz shakes her out of this reverie.

Earlier today, she had to turn the silent mode on her phone due to the number of messages and calls from people wanting to congratulate her - friends, family, even former patients. It was as touching as it was, simply put, too much. She made a promise to call them back the following day, once the dust settles a bit.

Tonight is for freshly minted, board-certified doctors.

The buzz startles her, making her heart beat faster.

Vibration mode is reserved for a handful of people only, close ones, who wouldn’t call or text today.

Unless it was an emergency.

In one swift movement, she takes the phone out of her bag.

The screen lights up with a message, composed of three words only.

I love you.

She searches him across the room and their eyes meet.

In the past, she used to wonder what crossed his mind the moment they laid eyes on each other.

She didn’t have to wonder anymore.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dreams.

Mystical reality painted by our brains, creating places we’ve never seen, emotions we’ve never felt and lives we’ve never lived.

They can fascinate us or scare us to death.

Noelle’s was somewhere in between.

In this dream, she got to lead the Diagnostic’s Team and Ethan replaced Naveen as Chief of Medicine.

But most importantly, after years of mutual pining, Ethan and her finally confessed their feelings and stopped pretending they aren’t madly in love with each other.

It had to be a dream.

Because in what reality would her life be so perfect?

Too focused on the life happening only inside her head, she failed to notice something else was amiss.

This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.

Tiny needles of panic stabbed her inside. Before they overtook her whole body, she tried turning her attention to the breath. It was a trick she learned during her therapy after the attack; not always effective but still worth a shot and infinitely better than doing nothing and spiraling into panic.

A string of shiver ran through her spine, but not because she was cold. Something wet and warm traced the path starting at the crook of her neck, all the way down to her shoulder.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sweet hum, reverberating with tenderness, tucked her like a soft blanket.

Then, a big and strong palm traveled underneath her top, straight to her nipples which peaked almost instantly. In one swift move, a pair of arms turned her around and a second later her nose was touching the nose of the most stunning face she’s ever seen.

That’s when he noticed the layer of glass in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I should have asked if you are in the mood for…” He seemed terrified, and his hand immediately retracted and found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, caressing it gently.

“No, it’s fine, Ethan, it’s not that.“ She felt stupid, sorry for herself, but his fondness made the tears flow freely.

“I just… woke up thinking this, my life, is all a dream because it’s just too good to be true. I keep worrying that you may change your mind soon, that this is not what you wanted, that…”

“That...?”

“That… you will run away.”

There were many things she was expecting to see in Ethan Ramsey’s eyes. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance was a maybe.

But the immense sadness was not one of them.

They both fell silent for what felt like forever.

“Thank you for telling me.” He took her trembling palm and covered it with his, the gesture almost symbolic, part of their non-verbal communication since day 1. “Knowing you as I know you, you’ve probably been battling with this on your own for a couple of days now.”

“It isn’t exactly the most exciting thing to say to your new boyfriend when you’ve just started the honeymoon phase.”

“Lucky for us, we’re no typical boyfriend and girlfriend… and the relationship itself is far from ordinary too.

I’m not surprised you’re thinking about this… frankly, I’d worry if you didn’t.” Ethan tried to smuggle a faint smile, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I am also aware that our past… especially my contribution to it... is the reason why you feel this way.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry? God, no. I’m just profoundly sad to see the woman I love feel this way because of me.”

She didn’t have any response to that because the words were true. Ethan clearly felt the same and changed the subject.

“Do you remember when we were visiting Lamar’s house? You asked me if I could see myself living like them.” She rose her brow, not sure if this was going somewhere or if it’s just an attempt to distract her. For now, she just went with it.

“And you told me you’d want to be the person who wants this, but you’re afraid you’ll never be rid of certain restlessness.”

Ethan smiled gently, for there was something truly touching about her quoting the things he said, word for word.

“Truth be told… that still stands. But I need to be honest because it wouldn’t be fair to hide it from you.”

She went quiet, clearly growing concerned.

“One day, I may want to run away.”

She gulped.

“Leave everything behind.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Start again.”

She couldn’t move.

“But only with you.”

And there they were, again. The butterflies. The unexplainable, miraculous dance inside her stomach, the fluttering, the crazy high messing up with her nervous system.

“You absolute asshole. I really don’t know what I see in you.”

“Neither do I, but I will do everything I can to make sure that whatever it is, it’s always there.” He brought her hand to his lips and slowly kissed the knuckles. “I don’t know what the future will bring, Noelle, but what I can promise is that I want nothing more than to prove to you every day that I have no intention of running away.”

He looked deep into her eyes, glimmers of doubt clearly present in emerald irises.

Ethan could tell her all about it. How he is in this too deep. Past the point of no return.

But would she believe his words?

He had to find a way to show her.

It only takes a single flame to reduce trust to ashes. But an inhuman effort to rebuild it.

“Do you know what I love most about you, Elle?” Ethan’s fingers were lazily tracing her curves.

“Let me guess… is it my intelligence? My sophisticated sass? My outgoing personality?” He couldn’t help but laugh at how her face lit up when she was clearly not modest about herself.

“All of the above, yes… but you missed. The thing I love most about you it that you make me forget about Dr Ramsey.”

Confusion passed through her eyes.

“Long time before I met you, Dr Ramsey became my main identity and as the time passed… my only identity. I knew I was good at being a doctor, it helped me forget about everything that’s happened in my personal life, which was frankly a string of failures. But ever since I met you, I could be Ethan again. I could be just a guy with a girl, not someone with ‘Dr Ramsey’ tattooed on their forehead.” She let out a tiny giggle, trying to bring the image to life.

“Oh, Ethan… as much as I’d like to kill him sometimes, just Ethan is my favorite version of you. It’s because of him that I fell in love with you, not because you are so amazing at what you do. I mean, it was a contributing factor, too, but I think Ethan is infinitely more interesting than grumpy Dr Ramsey who yells at interns and think technological progress is devil’s creation.”

“It is.”

“There he is, Dr Grumpy in the flesh.”

“Watch out, you are speaking to the Chief of Medicine.”

“Thank God I will not be working with you directly anymore… no space for me in the room now that you and your giant ego made an appearance.”

“I’m actually really sad about this. I love working with you.”

“Me too, Ethan. When you talk about medicine… you steal the show. I’ll miss spending time with you in the hospital.”

“That’s why my first decree as a Chief of Medicine would bo to announce that lunch break is sacred. It’s a time for me to catch up with beautiful Head of Diagnostics, and talking about heads - with a woman I completely lost my head for.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“Ethan?”

“Yes, love?”

“You never have to ask me if I’m in the mood for sex. It’s always flattering to know you want me at least half as much as I want you.”

“Half?” He let out a hearty laugh.

“Maths clearly wasn’t your favourite subject at school, Dr Valentine. There are no words, numbers, or any other measures for how much I want you. In every possible meaning of these words.”

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Thank you for reading, everyone ☺️

Tagging separately.

[anntoldst0ries]

After you told me (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post series finale Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: 2.7k, PG Summary: Now that they finally uttered those 3 words, what does the proximate future hold for Ethan & Noelle? Category/warnings: Fluff / None

A/N: Hey friends! I missed you all. Inspiration wasn't a frequent visitor in the past few weeks, so it took me ages to finish this. Hope you're all ok! Lots of love from meeee 💜

She definitely had the sex hair.

Strands of their conversation in the confines of Derry Roasters many months ago echoed in her head.

For her, it will forever be their first date.

A smile tugs at her full lips, dressed in mauve lipstick, the color extracting the depth of her magnetizing eyes. It’s perfect for the occasion. Or at least it was before Ethan Ramsey ruined it.

Ruined all of her.

“What are you smiling at?” Genuine curiosity and carefree nonchalance color his voice, which are as surprising as they are captivating.

“Do you remember our first coffee at Derry’s? The people watching? How you’ve asked me to read a person and I ‘diagnosed’ the woman who walked in as having sex hair?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” - she shakes her head and fixes her hair dramatically - “you’re looking at one now.”

Playful sparks dance in Ethan’s ocean eyes, turning his expression into that of a child who got into mischief but had zero remorse.

They return to the party, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. People notice. Whispers start.

Ethan is as proud as a peacock, his chest outthrust, head up high. His grip on her hand tightens. But that’s not what’s got everyone so heated.

It’s the smile.

Some of those in attendance see Dr Ramsey smile for the first time and the view is bizarre, out of character. Only a handful of guests have seen what they believed to be a ghost of a smile.

But now, they can see it in flesh, beaming, blinding, bright as daylight. He’s smiling from ear to ear and they can’t help but notice. When his eyes land on the breathtaking brunette standing by his side and the smile becomes even wider, although it seems humanly impossible to smile so much - they know.

She is behind the curve that straightens everything.

After making a grand entrance, albeit unintentionally, they head over to a group of people standing in a tight circle, clearly enjoying themselves.

“Elle! There you are! We thought you ditched the party.” Sienna’s waving her hands excitedly, motioning her friend to come closer. Her sight wanders lower and lower until it finally stops on the knot made of two palms. She sends Noelle a knowing smile.

“And missed teasing Bryce that we’re the real doctors now, while he’s still a resident? Over my dead body.”

“Say all you want, it only shows how amazing I am. Surgery ain’t an easy gig and only the best can survive.”

“Frankly, Lahela, you surgeons are mere executors of whatever our diagnosis requires which, by the way, we also tell you.”

Everyone chuckles shyly, apart from Jackie, who snorts loudly without any shame.

“I’m wondering what is Harper’s view on that.”

“You can ask Dr Emery once you’ve ticked the positions of Head of Surgery and Chief of Medicine off your list.”

“Anyway, as I was saying...” Noelle swiftly changes the subject as she feels the pressure between two of the most forceful personalities she knew rising.

“I just had to pop by the Diagnostic’s Office to catch Ethan, we had to… talk about something.” Her face turns red and she’s not sure what else to say, despite pledging she wanted to shout all about it from the rooftops a couple of moments ago.

And she does, more than anything. But she also knows this is a fairly new realm for Ethan and is happy for them to take baby steps instead of throwing him straight to the vultures.

He knows and she knows.

Nothing else matters.

That’s why his next move is so surprising.

Ethan lets go of her hand, but they only lose connection for a few short seconds, during which he moves to stand behind her. His warm palms clasp her shoulders and he leans closer as if the slightest distance between them would hurt him.

“And that something” - all eyes are on him now - “is the fact that Dr Val…. Noelle and I are together.”

The world around them only stops for 10 awkward seconds, which are the longest in young doctor’s life, especially that her friends’ facial expressions are unreadable.

Sienna snaps out of it first.

“Finally!” she squeaks and claps her hands vivaciously. “Oh Elle, I am so happy for you, given that you’ve been in love with Eth… with Dr Ramsey since…uhh I mean I’m genuinely excited for both of you.” She blushes crimson, clearly embarrassed. Noelle is thanking the gods above for her friend not yet reaching the stage where her tongue loosens completely and stopping herself from saying exactly what she thinks is out of Sienna’s repertoire.

Everyone else goes quiet, not too sure what befits now and what doesn’t. After all, it’s the Ethan Ramsey. The bogey of Edenbrook halls.

“Wow, that’s…” Aurora takes it upon herself to break the spell of silence.

“Long time coming? Not surprising at all? Annoying it took you so long when everyone, and I mean literally everyone saw it?” Jackie is taking no prisoners, shooting like a sniper between sips of champagne.

“Jackie! Would you stop?” Aurora sends her a murderous look trying to remedy the situation.

“It’s fine, Dr Emery… I mean, Aurora.” Once again, the group is baffled. Apart from Elle, they’ve never heard Dr Ramsey address a resident by their first name. “Since you’ve moved to the adults’ table, I think it’s time we are on the first-name basis.”

Bryce opens his mouth first to say something, but Ethan beats him to it.

“Not you though, Lahela.” Ethan motions at Bryce, whose arm was halfway raising a glass. “Find me next year after you’ve become a real doctor and we can talk.”

They all have a wholehearted laugh at Bryce’s expense, with Bryce himself grinning and bearing it.

“Alright, I’m parched, would anyone like a drink? I need a refill if I’m to survive this night in one piece.”

“I’d love one, thank you, Dr Ram… I mean, Ethan.” Sienna tries to respect Ethan’s wishes but saying this feels almost as natural as having a third arm does.

“What would you like to drink, Dr Valentine?”

“Whatever you are poisoning yourself with today, Dr Ramsey.”

“Two scotches it is then.” She giggles and he pulls her to his chest in one swift movement, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s intoxicating, as always, and he wonders how on earth had he gone for so long without getting lost in her silky waves every single day.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t say it back, but her bare arms do when goosebumps appear right under his fingertips.

Ethan kisses her forehead lovingly and walks towards the bar, followed by more than a dozen pairs of prying eyes.

Elle grins to her friends.

It’s like a movie scene.

When Ethan is out of sight they start screaming, jumping, laughing and making overly excited noises.

She’s drunk and overwhelmed, but not with booze.

It’s their night and she’s so lucky to call them friends.

Her chosen family.

Funny how, she thinks to herself, in one moment people are strangers and the next you’d jump into flames for them.

But only a handful are worth burning for.

A thigh-high, sharp buzz shakes her out of this reverie.

Earlier today, she had to turn the silent mode on her phone due to the number of messages and calls from people wanting to congratulate her - friends, family, even former patients. It was as touching as it was, simply put, too much. She made a promise to call them back the following day, once the dust settles a bit.

Tonight is for freshly minted, board-certified doctors.

The buzz startles her, making her heart beat faster.

Vibration mode is reserved for a handful of people only, close ones, who wouldn’t call or text today.

Unless it was an emergency.

In one swift movement, she takes the phone out of her bag.

The screen lights up with a message, composed of three words only.

I love you.

She searches him across the room and their eyes meet.

In the past, she used to wonder what crossed his mind the moment they laid eyes on each other.

She didn’t have to wonder anymore.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dreams.

Mystical reality painted by our brains, creating places we’ve never seen, emotions we’ve never felt and lives we’ve never lived.

They can fascinate us or scare us to death.

Noelle’s was somewhere in between.

In this dream, she got to lead the Diagnostic’s Team and Ethan replaced Naveen as Chief of Medicine.

But most importantly, after years of mutual pining, Ethan and her finally confessed their feelings and stopped pretending they aren’t madly in love with each other.

It had to be a dream.

Because in what reality would her life be so perfect?

Too focused on the life happening only inside her head, she failed to notice something else was amiss.

This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.

Tiny needles of panic stabbed her inside. Before they overtook her whole body, she tried turning her attention to the breath. It was a trick she learned during her therapy after the attack; not always effective but still worth a shot and infinitely better than doing nothing and spiraling into panic.

A string of shiver ran through her spine, but not because she was cold. Something wet and warm traced the path starting at the crook of her neck, all the way down to her shoulder.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sweet hum, reverberating with tenderness, tucked her like a soft blanket.

Then, a big and strong palm traveled underneath her top, straight to her nipples which peaked almost instantly. In one swift move, a pair of arms turned her around and a second later her nose was touching the nose of the most stunning face she’s ever seen.

That’s when he noticed the layer of glass in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I should have asked if you are in the mood for…” He seemed terrified, and his hand immediately retracted and found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, caressing it gently.

“No, it’s fine, Ethan, it’s not that.“ She felt stupid, sorry for herself, but his fondness made the tears flow freely.

“I just… woke up thinking this, my life, is all a dream because it’s just too good to be true. I keep worrying that you may change your mind soon, that this is not what you wanted, that…”

“That...?”

“That… you will run away.”

There were many things she was expecting to see in Ethan Ramsey’s eyes. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance was a maybe.

But the immense sadness was not one of them.

They both fell silent for what felt like forever.

“Thank you for telling me.” He took her trembling palm and covered it with his, the gesture almost symbolic, part of their non-verbal communication since day 1. “Knowing you as I know you, you’ve probably been battling with this on your own for a couple of days now.”

“It isn’t exactly the most exciting thing to say to your new boyfriend when you’ve just started the honeymoon phase.”

“Lucky for us, we’re no typical boyfriend and girlfriend… and the relationship itself is far from ordinary too.

I’m not surprised you’re thinking about this… frankly, I’d worry if you didn’t.” Ethan tried to smuggle a faint smile, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I am also aware that our past… especially my contribution to it... is the reason why you feel this way.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry? God, no. I’m just profoundly sad to see the woman I love feel this way because of me.”

She didn’t have any response to that because the words were true. Ethan clearly felt the same and changed the subject.

“Do you remember when we were visiting Lamar’s house? You asked me if I could see myself living like them.” She rose her brow, not sure if this was going somewhere or if it’s just an attempt to distract her. For now, she just went with it.

“And you told me you’d want to be the person who wants this, but you’re afraid you’ll never be rid of certain restlessness.”

Ethan smiled gently, for there was something truly touching about her quoting the things he said, word for word.

“Truth be told… that still stands. But I need to be honest because it wouldn’t be fair to hide it from you.”

She went quiet, clearly growing concerned.

“One day, I may want to run away.”

She gulped.

“Leave everything behind.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Start again.”

She couldn’t move.

“But only with you.”

And there they were, again. The butterflies. The unexplainable, miraculous dance inside her stomach, the fluttering, the crazy high messing up with her nervous system.

“You absolute asshole. I really don’t know what I see in you.”

“Neither do I, but I will do everything I can to make sure that whatever it is, it’s always there.” He brought her hand to his lips and slowly kissed the knuckles. “I don’t know what the future will bring, Noelle, but what I can promise is that I want nothing more than to prove to you every day that I have no intention of running away.”

He looked deep into her eyes, glimmers of doubt clearly present in emerald irises.

Ethan could tell her all about it. How he is in this too deep. Past the point of no return.

But would she believe his words?

He had to find a way to show her.

It only takes a single flame to reduce trust to ashes. But an inhuman effort to rebuild it.

“Do you know what I love most about you, Elle?” Ethan’s fingers were lazily tracing her curves.

“Let me guess… is it my intelligence? My sophisticated sass? My outgoing personality?” He couldn’t help but laugh at how her face lit up when she was clearly not modest about herself.

“All of the above, yes… but you missed. The thing I love most about you it that you make me forget about Dr Ramsey.”

Confusion passed through her eyes.

“Long time before I met you, Dr Ramsey became my main identity and as the time passed… my only identity. I knew I was good at being a doctor, it helped me forget about everything that’s happened in my personal life, which was frankly a string of failures. But ever since I met you, I could be Ethan again. I could be just a guy with a girl, not someone with ‘Dr Ramsey’ tattooed on their forehead.” She let out a tiny giggle, trying to bring the image to life.

“Oh, Ethan… as much as I’d like to kill him sometimes, just Ethan is my favorite version of you. It’s because of him that I fell in love with you, not because you are so amazing at what you do. I mean, it was a contributing factor, too, but I think Ethan is infinitely more interesting than grumpy Dr Ramsey who yells at interns and think technological progress is devil’s creation.”

“It is.”

“There he is, Dr Grumpy in the flesh.”

“Watch out, you are speaking to the Chief of Medicine.”

“Thank God I will not be working with you directly anymore… no space for me in the room now that you and your giant ego made an appearance.”

“I’m actually really sad about this. I love working with you.”

“Me too, Ethan. When you talk about medicine… you steal the show. I’ll miss spending time with you in the hospital.”

“That’s why my first decree as a Chief of Medicine would bo to announce that lunch break is sacred. It’s a time for me to catch up with beautiful Head of Diagnostics, and talking about heads - with a woman I completely lost my head for.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“Ethan?”

“Yes, love?”

“You never have to ask me if I’m in the mood for sex. It’s always flattering to know you want me at least half as much as I want you.”

“Half?” He let out a hearty laugh.

“Maths clearly wasn’t your favourite subject at school, Dr Valentine. There are no words, numbers, or any other measures for how much I want you. In every possible meaning of these words.”

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Thank you for reading, everyone ☺️

Tagging separately.

[anntoldst0ries]

After you told me (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post series finale Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: 2.7k, PG Summary: Now that they finally uttered those 3 words, what does the proximate future hold for Ethan & Noelle? Category/warnings: Fluff / None

A/N: Hey friends! I missed you all. Inspiration wasn't a frequent visitor in the past few weeks, so it took me ages to finish this. Hope you're all ok! Lots of love from meeee 💜

She definitely had the sex hair.

Strands of their conversation in the confines of Derry Roasters many months ago echoed in her head.

For her, it will forever be their first date.

A smile tugs at her full lips, dressed in mauve lipstick, the color extracting the depth of her magnetizing eyes. It’s perfect for the occasion. Or at least it was before Ethan Ramsey ruined it.

Ruined all of her.

“What are you smiling at?” Genuine curiosity and carefree nonchalance color his voice, which are as surprising as they are captivating.

“Do you remember our first coffee at Derry’s? The people watching? How you’ve asked me to read a person and I ‘diagnosed’ the woman who walked in as having sex hair?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” - she shakes her head and fixes her hair dramatically - “you’re looking at one now.”

Playful sparks dance in Ethan’s ocean eyes, turning his expression into that of a child who got into mischief but had zero remorse.

They return to the party, hand in hand, fingers intertwined. People notice. Whispers start.

Ethan is as proud as a peacock, his chest outthrust, head up high. His grip on her hand tightens. But that’s not what’s got everyone so heated.

It’s the smile.

Some of those in attendance see Dr Ramsey smile for the first time and the view is bizarre, out of character. Only a handful of guests have seen what they believed to be a ghost of a smile.

But now, they can see it in flesh, beaming, blinding, bright as daylight. He’s smiling from ear to ear and they can’t help but notice. When his eyes land on the breathtaking brunette standing by his side and the smile becomes even wider, although it seems humanly impossible to smile so much - they know.

She is behind the curve that straightens everything.

After making a grand entrance, albeit unintentionally, they head over to a group of people standing in a tight circle, clearly enjoying themselves.

“Elle! There you are! We thought you ditched the party.” Sienna’s waving her hands excitedly, motioning her friend to come closer. Her sight wanders lower and lower until it finally stops on the knot made of two palms. She sends Noelle a knowing smile.

“And missed teasing Bryce that we’re the real doctors now, while he’s still a resident? Over my dead body.”

“Say all you want, it only shows how amazing I am. Surgery ain’t an easy gig and only the best can survive.”

“Frankly, Lahela, you surgeons are mere executors of whatever our diagnosis requires which, by the way, we also tell you.”

Everyone chuckles shyly, apart from Jackie, who snorts loudly without any shame.

“I’m wondering what is Harper’s view on that.”

“You can ask Dr Emery once you’ve ticked the positions of Head of Surgery and Chief of Medicine off your list.”

“Anyway, as I was saying...” Noelle swiftly changes the subject as she feels the pressure between two of the most forceful personalities she knew rising.

“I just had to pop by the Diagnostic’s Office to catch Ethan, we had to… talk about something.” Her face turns red and she’s not sure what else to say, despite pledging she wanted to shout all about it from the rooftops a couple of moments ago.

And she does, more than anything. But she also knows this is a fairly new realm for Ethan and is happy for them to take baby steps instead of throwing him straight to the vultures.

He knows and she knows.

Nothing else matters.

That’s why his next move is so surprising.

Ethan lets go of her hand, but they only lose connection for a few short seconds, during which he moves to stand behind her. His warm palms clasp her shoulders and he leans closer as if the slightest distance between them would hurt him.

“And that something” - all eyes are on him now - “is the fact that Dr Val…. Noelle and I are together.”

The world around them only stops for 10 awkward seconds, which are the longest in young doctor’s life, especially that her friends’ facial expressions are unreadable.

Sienna snaps out of it first.

“Finally!” she squeaks and claps her hands vivaciously. “Oh Elle, I am so happy for you, given that you’ve been in love with Eth… with Dr Ramsey since…uhh I mean I’m genuinely excited for both of you.” She blushes crimson, clearly embarrassed. Noelle is thanking the gods above for her friend not yet reaching the stage where her tongue loosens completely and stopping herself from saying exactly what she thinks is out of Sienna’s repertoire.

Everyone else goes quiet, not too sure what befits now and what doesn’t. After all, it’s the Ethan Ramsey. The bogey of Edenbrook halls.

“Wow, that’s…” Aurora takes it upon herself to break the spell of silence.

“Long time coming? Not surprising at all? Annoying it took you so long when everyone, and I mean literally everyone saw it?” Jackie is taking no prisoners, shooting like a sniper between sips of champagne.

“Jackie! Would you stop?” Aurora sends her a murderous look trying to remedy the situation.

“It’s fine, Dr Emery… I mean, Aurora.” Once again, the group is baffled. Apart from Elle, they’ve never heard Dr Ramsey address a resident by their first name. “Since you’ve moved to the adults’ table, I think it’s time we are on the first-name basis.”

Bryce opens his mouth first to say something, but Ethan beats him to it.

“Not you though, Lahela.” Ethan motions at Bryce, whose arm was halfway raising a glass. “Find me next year after you’ve become a real doctor and we can talk.”

They all have a wholehearted laugh at Bryce’s expense, with Bryce himself grinning and bearing it.

“Alright, I’m parched, would anyone like a drink? I need a refill if I’m to survive this night in one piece.”

“I’d love one, thank you, Dr Ram… I mean, Ethan.” Sienna tries to respect Ethan’s wishes but saying this feels almost as natural as having a third arm does.

“What would you like to drink, Dr Valentine?”

“Whatever you are poisoning yourself with today, Dr Ramsey.”

“Two scotches it is then.” She giggles and he pulls her to his chest in one swift movement, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. It’s intoxicating, as always, and he wonders how on earth had he gone for so long without getting lost in her silky waves every single day.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t say it back, but her bare arms do when goosebumps appear right under his fingertips.

Ethan kisses her forehead lovingly and walks towards the bar, followed by more than a dozen pairs of prying eyes.

Elle grins to her friends.

It’s like a movie scene.

When Ethan is out of sight they start screaming, jumping, laughing and making overly excited noises.

She’s drunk and overwhelmed, but not with booze.

It’s their night and she’s so lucky to call them friends.

Her chosen family.

Funny how, she thinks to herself, in one moment people are strangers and the next you’d jump into flames for them.

But only a handful are worth burning for.

A thigh-high, sharp buzz shakes her out of this reverie.

Earlier today, she had to turn the silent mode on her phone due to the number of messages and calls from people wanting to congratulate her - friends, family, even former patients. It was as touching as it was, simply put, too much. She made a promise to call them back the following day, once the dust settles a bit.

Tonight is for freshly minted, board-certified doctors.

The buzz startles her, making her heart beat faster.

Vibration mode is reserved for a handful of people only, close ones, who wouldn’t call or text today.

Unless it was an emergency.

In one swift movement, she takes the phone out of her bag.

The screen lights up with a message, composed of three words only.

I love you.

She searches him across the room and their eyes meet.

In the past, she used to wonder what crossed his mind the moment they laid eyes on each other.

She didn’t have to wonder anymore.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dreams.

Mystical reality painted by our brains, creating places we’ve never seen, emotions we’ve never felt and lives we’ve never lived.

They can fascinate us or scare us to death.

Noelle’s was somewhere in between.

In this dream, she got to lead the Diagnostic’s Team and Ethan replaced Naveen as Chief of Medicine.

But most importantly, after years of mutual pining, Ethan and her finally confessed their feelings and stopped pretending they aren’t madly in love with each other.

It had to be a dream.

Because in what reality would her life be so perfect?

Too focused on the life happening only inside her head, she failed to notice something else was amiss.

This wasn’t her bed. Or her apartment.

Tiny needles of panic stabbed her inside. Before they overtook her whole body, she tried turning her attention to the breath. It was a trick she learned during her therapy after the attack; not always effective but still worth a shot and infinitely better than doing nothing and spiraling into panic.

A string of shiver ran through her spine, but not because she was cold. Something wet and warm traced the path starting at the crook of her neck, all the way down to her shoulder.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Sweet hum, reverberating with tenderness, tucked her like a soft blanket.

Then, a big and strong palm traveled underneath her top, straight to her nipples which peaked almost instantly. In one swift move, a pair of arms turned her around and a second later her nose was touching the nose of the most stunning face she’s ever seen.

That’s when he noticed the layer of glass in her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong? I’m sorry, I should have asked if you are in the mood for…” He seemed terrified, and his hand immediately retracted and found its way to the soft skin of her cheek, caressing it gently.

“No, it’s fine, Ethan, it’s not that.“ She felt stupid, sorry for herself, but his fondness made the tears flow freely.

“I just… woke up thinking this, my life, is all a dream because it’s just too good to be true. I keep worrying that you may change your mind soon, that this is not what you wanted, that…”

“That...?”

“That… you will run away.”

There were many things she was expecting to see in Ethan Ramsey’s eyes. Anger. Disappointment. Annoyance was a maybe.

But the immense sadness was not one of them.

They both fell silent for what felt like forever.

“Thank you for telling me.” He took her trembling palm and covered it with his, the gesture almost symbolic, part of their non-verbal communication since day 1. “Knowing you as I know you, you’ve probably been battling with this on your own for a couple of days now.”

“It isn’t exactly the most exciting thing to say to your new boyfriend when you’ve just started the honeymoon phase.”

“Lucky for us, we’re no typical boyfriend and girlfriend… and the relationship itself is far from ordinary too.

I’m not surprised you’re thinking about this… frankly, I’d worry if you didn’t.” Ethan tried to smuggle a faint smile, hoping to ease the tension a bit. “I am also aware that our past… especially my contribution to it... is the reason why you feel this way.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry? God, no. I’m just profoundly sad to see the woman I love feel this way because of me.”

She didn’t have any response to that because the words were true. Ethan clearly felt the same and changed the subject.

“Do you remember when we were visiting Lamar’s house? You asked me if I could see myself living like them.” She rose her brow, not sure if this was going somewhere or if it’s just an attempt to distract her. For now, she just went with it.

“And you told me you’d want to be the person who wants this, but you’re afraid you’ll never be rid of certain restlessness.”

Ethan smiled gently, for there was something truly touching about her quoting the things he said, word for word.

“Truth be told… that still stands. But I need to be honest because it wouldn’t be fair to hide it from you.”

She went quiet, clearly growing concerned.

“One day, I may want to run away.”

She gulped.

“Leave everything behind.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Start again.”

She couldn’t move.

“But only with you.”

And there they were, again. The butterflies. The unexplainable, miraculous dance inside her stomach, the fluttering, the crazy high messing up with her nervous system.

“You absolute asshole. I really don’t know what I see in you.”

“Neither do I, but I will do everything I can to make sure that whatever it is, it’s always there.” He brought her hand to his lips and slowly kissed the knuckles. “I don’t know what the future will bring, Noelle, but what I can promise is that I want nothing more than to prove to you every day that I have no intention of running away.”

He looked deep into her eyes, glimmers of doubt clearly present in emerald irises.

Ethan could tell her all about it. How he is in this too deep. Past the point of no return.

But would she believe his words?

He had to find a way to show her.

It only takes a single flame to reduce trust to ashes. But an inhuman effort to rebuild it.

“Do you know what I love most about you, Elle?” Ethan’s fingers were lazily tracing her curves.

“Let me guess… is it my intelligence? My sophisticated sass? My outgoing personality?” He couldn’t help but laugh at how her face lit up when she was clearly not modest about herself.

“All of the above, yes… but you missed. The thing I love most about you it that you make me forget about Dr Ramsey.”

Confusion passed through her eyes.

“Long time before I met you, Dr Ramsey became my main identity and as the time passed… my only identity. I knew I was good at being a doctor, it helped me forget about everything that’s happened in my personal life, which was frankly a string of failures. But ever since I met you, I could be Ethan again. I could be just a guy with a girl, not someone with ‘Dr Ramsey’ tattooed on their forehead.” She let out a tiny giggle, trying to bring the image to life.

“Oh, Ethan… as much as I’d like to kill him sometimes, just Ethan is my favorite version of you. It’s because of him that I fell in love with you, not because you are so amazing at what you do. I mean, it was a contributing factor, too, but I think Ethan is infinitely more interesting than grumpy Dr Ramsey who yells at interns and think technological progress is devil’s creation.”

“It is.”

“There he is, Dr Grumpy in the flesh.”

“Watch out, you are speaking to the Chief of Medicine.”

“Thank God I will not be working with you directly anymore… no space for me in the room now that you and your giant ego made an appearance.”

“I’m actually really sad about this. I love working with you.”

“Me too, Ethan. When you talk about medicine… you steal the show. I’ll miss spending time with you in the hospital.”

“That’s why my first decree as a Chief of Medicine would bo to announce that lunch break is sacred. It’s a time for me to catch up with beautiful Head of Diagnostics, and talking about heads - with a woman I completely lost my head for.”

“I’d like that very much.”

“Ethan?”

“Yes, love?”

“You never have to ask me if I’m in the mood for sex. It’s always flattering to know you want me at least half as much as I want you.”

“Half?” He let out a hearty laugh.

“Maths clearly wasn’t your favourite subject at school, Dr Valentine. There are no words, numbers, or any other measures for how much I want you. In every possible meaning of these words.”

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I’ve always said that the world is a different place for the heartbroken. It moves on a different axis, at a different speed. Time skips backwards and forwards fleetingly. The heartbroken might go through thousands of micro-emotions a day trying to figure out how to get through it without picking up the phone to hear that old familiar voice. In the land of heartbreak, moments of strength, independence, and devil-may-care rebellion are intricately woven together with grief, paralyzing vulnerability and hopelessness. Imagining your future might always take you on a detour back to the past. And this is all to say, that the next album I’ll be releasing is my version of Red.

Musically and lyrically, Red resembled a heartbroken person. It was all over the place, a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end. Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild, and tortured by memories past. Like trying on pieces of a new life, I went into the studio and experimented with different sounds and collaborators. And I’m not sure if it was pouring my thoughts into this album, hearing thousands of your voices sing the lyrics back to me in passionate solidarity, or if it was simply time, but something was healed along the way.

Sometimes you need to talk it over (over and over and over) for it to ever really be… over. Like your friend who calls you in the middle of the night going on and on about their ex, I just couldn’t stop writing. This will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on Red. And hey, one of them is even ten minutes long.

Red (Taylor’s Version) will be out November 19.

https://taylor.lnk.to/RedTaylorsVersion

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Project Information

Edenbrook Hopeful Hearts Project is a visual novel fan project. Our goal is to release a full player-controlled visual novel continuation of Open Heart. This account will provide updates on the project and we'll be happy to answer any questions you might have.

We're currently at the brainstorming process, and if you have any ideas you'd like to share, please feel free to send us a message here or on discord.

If you have questions, feel free to send an ask!

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Impulsively deactivated my account and instantly regretted it, so if anyone could give this a signal boost, I’d really appreciate it 💗

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It’s Her Birthday (Ethan x MC)

June 13th is my beloved Noelle’s bday. I adore my girl to bits, so I may have gone a bit overboard with the edits 😅

For @choicesjunechallenge2021​ Day 3: Yellow? & Day 7: First

From Noelle’s pictagram:

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It’s Her Birthday (Ethan x MC)

June 13th is my beloved Noelle’s bday. I adore my girl to bits, so I may have gone a bit overboard with the edits 😅

For @choicesjunechallenge2021​ Day 3: Yellow? & Day 7: First

From Noelle’s pictagram:

Keep reading

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It’s Her Birthday (Ethan x MC)

June 13th is my beloved Noelle’s bday. I adore my girl to bits, so I may have gone a bit overboard with the edits 😅

For @choicesjunechallenge2021​ Day 3: Yellow? & Day 7: First

From Noelle’s pictagram:

Noelle texts Ethan:

Noelle & Ethan’s picta posts:

Noelle’s picta stories:

And that’s it! Hope you enjoyed 🙃

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Masterlist (Ethan x MC)

Last update: 13/06/2021

♡ MEET MY MC - Dr Noelle Sky Valentine

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Six Sentence Sunday, please?

Of course, anything for you anon! 🥰

From After You Told Me, my next Ethan x MC fic 🙃

A smile tugs at her full lips, dressed in mauve lipstick, the color extracting the depth of her magnetizing eyes. It’s perfect for the occasion. Or at least it was before Ethan Ramsey ruined it.

Ruined all of her.

“What are you smiling at?” Genuine curiosity and carefree nonchalance color his voice, which is as surprising as it is captivating.

“Do you remember our first coffee at Derry’s? The people watching? How you’ve asked me to read a person and I ‘diagnosed’ the woman who walked in as having sex hair?”

“How could I ever forget?”

“Well,” - she shakes her head and fixes her hair dramatically - “you’re looking at one now.”

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