okay I just finished Open Heart Book 3 for the first time *ever* (I stopped playing after chapter 7 and never turned back... until now) and well - yes, through this whole book, Ethan was SOMETHING but the Last chapter was actually... so fucking sweet?
I am embarassed to admit that there were tears in the corner of my eye when I finished it.
Book: Open Heart
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Bisognin (F!MC)
Series: Five Senses series
Series Premise: Ethan navigates his thoughts and feelings towards Marchia using the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.
Rating: Teen
Warning(s): Implication of sexual situations
Word Count: ± 600 words
Previous Parts: Part I | Part II
A/N: Whew, we are halfway through this series, my friends! I’m giving myself a pat on the back because I honestly thought my goo brain wouldn’t be able to come up with something decent lol. Alright, part three, let’s go!
Noises.
Whispers.
Voices.
Every day, Ethan would stumble upon a series of pointless and trivial sounds that served no purpose. Insubstantial. Purely hollow vibrations that traveled through the air and reached his ears; nothing less, nothing more.
But this sound—the soothing and silvery tune that came out of her—is different.
“Good morning, sayang.”
Vibrant glow of the sunrise poured into their bedroom as Marchia slowly said those three words. Her eyes were closed shut, but her hands roamed to his bare chest; unwilling to let the hustle and bustle of the outside world whisk her boyfriend away.
Her voice—deeper and raspier than usual—was always one of the first things that greeted him in the early hours of the morning, followed by her special pet name for him: sayang.
It sounded rather odd, at first, hearing her vocalize sayang using the sound of ‘A’ from the word father—which was due to the fact that pronunciation of vowels in the Indonesian language differ slightly from English.
Yet, the lovable nickname stuck. Effortlessly securing a place in his heart.
He could easily sense it—how she uttered these terms of endearment with ease, tenderness, admiration for him. As if the final piece of a puzzle was being slotted into its rightful place: he knew that the sobriquet was made for him.
Meant for him—the man who thought he was unworthy of love.
“Hahahaha! Stop it, E!”
Then comes her laughter.
Marchia’s laugh is just like the rest of her: genuine, bubbly, and sweet. Her lighthearted and contagious fit of giggles would instantaneously reverberate around the room, attracting curious passersby that heard the echo of it.
The mellifluous sound came to his ears as a tickle and bounce; only those who have a stone-cold heart could do anything but to join in such generous mirth. It had easily became an addiction—wanting to make her laugh again and again, so that he could hear the precious melody as much as possible.
If a person did not already love Marchia just from hearing the way she talks, then her laughter would probably change that. Full of warmth and life, he knew that somewhere within her high pitched giggle of delight was a piece of herself.
An honest rumblings of her soul.
His most favorite sound, however, is the coquettish and flirtatious remarks that taunts the primal instincts within him.
“Like what you see, Ramsey?”
Gazing into his eyes, she spoke with a lover’s voice: low, sultry, with a hint of playfulness slipping in the air between them. He listened closely to every word, every phrase, every syllable—inevitably making him weak in the knees.
“Ethan.”
Marchia would call him—no, tease him—using that voice. That lustful, erotic voice that would twirl in the air and embrace him, leaving love marks that are invisible to the naked eyes.
She breathed his name solemnly, reverently; lips trembling at the crook where his neck met his shoulder. Ethan could hear that raspy little drop as she purred once more against the shell of his ear, vanquishing the last of his control.
Maddening.
“I need you inside me.”
Quick gasps, light moans, heady whispers—a harmonious symphony of sound that brought him to ecstasy. It was all he could hear, it was all he could understand, and he will always want more. More of them, more of her.
Like dangling from a cliff’s edge; every sound that came from her passionate and heavenly voice tipped him, pushed him, until he succumbed to gravity and fell,
Fell,
Fell.
He fell deeper into her.
Fell deeper into the sound of her.
Additional A/N: Have I corrected the way you say ‘sayang’ in Indonesian? Lololol. Praying that the tags won’t go cuckoo on me again. 🥴
The new leader of the Edenbrook diagnostics team, Dr. Stevens has a new look. What do Ethan and her friends think about it?
Open Heart Book 3, after chapter 16. (Ethan Ramsey×f!MC)
All characters are owned by Pixelberry; NSFWish texts ahead, please use discretion.
Texts from Ethan Ramsey to Dr. Lana Stevens.
A/N: I saw this picture of Amanda Seyfried (my FC!) on Pinterest and I had an idea forming inside my head. I've never really been into Pictagram edits and I have never done this before but I couldn't resist trying. So instead of finishing my fic, I spent my free time doing this. Decided there's no harm posting either, so here it is. I hope you guys liked it.
I wasn't sure who to tag so I just used my Ethan×MC list. Please feel free to ignore if this doesn't interest you.
P.S.- I'm not sure if I'll want do this again but let me know if you do want me to, cause why not? I'd happily do it if inspiration strikes and if you want to see more of these from me.