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[storyofmychoices]

Today, March 9th, is Olivia's birthday!

I thought it'd be nice to celebrate her with a few moodboards about her life!

[All things Olivia Hadley] [Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Edit to add this moodboard I made for MC Monday/International Women's Day:

Strong women in Olivia's life

Olivia's mother, Cameron Hadley, is a psychiatrist. She has helped many people overcome challenges and traumas in her practice. She has written several books that have gained some recognition in the mental health community. In her personal life, she taught Olivia that no matter what struggles she faces in life, she can overcome them with the love and support of those around her and that she should never give up on her dreams.

Olivia's maternal grandmother, Mary Evans, was a homemaker and part-time secretary. She taught Olivia the value of hard work, not letting others bring her down, and the importance of taking care of those around her. She is so proud of her "Olive" for being the strong, talented, kind, and compassionate women she has become.

Cameron Hadley FC: Kate Walsh Mary Evans FC: Jane Seymour

[All things Olivia Hadley] [Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

[kelseaaa]

I Don’t Hold Her Hand

Masterlist | Part One

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Word Count: 837

Warnings: very mild mentions of adult themes (PG-13 for sure)

A/N:  I, uh, was waking up from a nap when inspiration struck to write a follow up to my fic “He Doesn’t Hold My Hand” which can be found HERE. This is in Bryce’s POV and I really hope I didn’t write him too out of character. I know deep down he is a sensitive boy and I would love to see that side of him more. I hope you enjoy!

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I don’t hold Casey’s hand.

It means I’m not perfect and I hate myself for it.

In the beginning I tried. Her skin was always so soft and smooth, fingers straight and narrow as they wrapped around mine. We would stay like that for a minute or two, but then came the excuses.

“Oh hey, look at that,” I would say, swiftly untangling my fingers from hers to point at whatever distraction laid ahead of us. My other hand would always be empty, perfectly capable of carrying out the ‘pointing duties.’ But she wouldn’t question it and there would be a silent sigh of relief on my end.

Or sometimes when we’re walking down the sidewalk or in the mall, hands clasped together so tight I wanted to scream - of joy or fear, I wasn’t sure. So I would stealthily use one foot to pull on the laces of my shoe to quickly untie them. “Oops, one sec.” And as I pulled away to lean down and tie them back I would internally curse at myself as the warmth of her hand left mine. And unlike my shoes, we wouldn’t lace our fingers back afterwards.

Surgery was an easy main excuse. It was reliable and somehow I believed it myself. 

Then eventually we just, sorta, stopped.

I think something is wrong with me. For all the confidence and bravado, I still have my flaws. I’m a big enough person to admit that.

I think about it a lot. Maybe it’s from the lack of a loving home and childhood - where acting a certain way was the only way. Maybe it’s because of the handful of relationships that I had that always seemed to end in failure. Maybe it’s because I was always told to do better. To be better.

But one thing is for sure, I know it’s not Casey’s fault. Casey is different. Casey is rare and kind. She is soft where I am rigid and sweet when I feel sour. She deserves everything where I have nothing to give.

Except love.

Somehow, with all my flaws and my past, I somehow still know love. It’s like I have been training for it everyday for when I would meet the right person or situation. When I would meet her.

I try to show it when I send her a text before and after her shifts. “I love you, hope you’re having a good day.” Sometimes I set an alarm, so even if it’s the dead of night or the crack of dawn, after she’s worked countless hours and cared for grueling patients, she knows that she’s the only person on my mind.

Or when we order take out - milkshakes, burgers and fries. We sit on the couch and watch whatever crime drama/medical mystery/cooking show that she puts on. And I know her favorite shake flavor is strawberry but for some unknown reason she always asks for chocolate. So I get strawberry because I know five minutes into our meal she’s going to look at me with those adorable, puppy-dog eyes and without a word I’ll slide my milkshake over to her. “You know me so well,” she would say with a chaste kiss to my cheek before taking a sip of my - her - shake. It’s okay, though, I’ve never been a huge strawberry fan… until it’s on her tongue - then I can’t get enough.

Then sometimes it’s when we’re at the hospital and she’s pulling me into whatever empty supply closet or on-call room that’s around. There’s only 10 minutes until one of us is going to have to leave. “Let’s make this quick,” she would say between sloppy kisses and wanton moans. And as I pour everything I can into those few moments, I would wish for more. More time. More privacy. More moments like this. More of her.

“I love you, Casey. God I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she’d sigh into my lips. “Don’t stop.”

As if I could ever stop loving her.

And when we would get those moments. Alone in her bed or mine. It would be dark, the sun since long set below the Boston skyline. And we’d be tangled in the sheets, my hand running down her delicate back. Her soft snores - “I don’t snore.” “Yes you do, babe.” - the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. And as I look down at the most amazing person I have ever met, I would wonder how I got so lucky to be hers.

And then for a moment - just a moment - I would intertwine her hand in mine.

Casey teaches me to love not only her, but myself. With her strong head and heart of gold, she makes me believe that I am more than my past. More than what I think others think of me. I’m more than an arrogant scalpel jockey.

I am worthy. I am capable. I am loved.

So I don’t hold Casey’s hand.

Because I’m not perfect.

And that’s okay.

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Tagging: @anotherbeingsworld, @aylamreads, @bratzlahela, @burnsoslow, @choicesficwriterscreations, @mvalentine

[lovealexhunt]

☆ January ☆ February ☆ March ☆ April ☆

I was on partial hiatus for most of May to focus on my mental health, so there weren’t many fics, but thank you to those who supported the ones I did write 💖

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU]  [Red Carpet Diaries]

Eiffel in Love [RCD]: Alex and Thomas enjoy a quiet date in Paris.

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley [Open Heart]

Winning: Bryce and Olivia can’t seem to stay away from each other, even during an Edenbrook baseball game.

Get Back Up: After freezing during surgery, Bryce is nervous to get back into the OR, especially when his next patient is a young girl.

Levi Schuler x Laura Day (+daughter Lily & Luz) [MOTY]

Taking the Stage: Levi is ready to take the stage at a major festival and he’s feeling a bit nervous.

***No new commissions/art or sketches this month 😔

[rysandraines]

Our work parents and fun uncle came to cheer us on

[liaromancewriter]

I'm new to the fandom and have been enjoying your work. I wanted to know what is your hc for Ethan and his mother? Did he forgive her or cut her off for good? If you have any fics on it, can you let me know? Thank you. 🙂

Hi Nonny. Welcome to the fandom.

I've written a few fics about Louise or mentioned her in the background and also answered asks previously that form my headcanon. I'll include the links below.

In book 2, Ethan forgives Louise and is willing to work on their relationship. It's not an easy road though. She's in and out of rehab for years and it takes a mental toll on him. Eventually he has to make the difficult decision to cut her off.

Fics:

Forevermore

Too Late for Regrets

Seeing Red

Asks/Headcanons:

Ethan searches for Louise while in college

Ethan at Louise's funeral

His girls wanting to know about Louise

AU headcanon if Louise hadn't left

Ethan's relationship with his grandparents