#oph mc

[storyofmychoices]

when you like a flower, you pick it; when you love a flower, you water it daily ~ Buddha (but also Olivia 💛)

[cadybear420]

Choices Secret Pal December 2025, edit by me!

I got @sazanes as my giftee! Partly inspired by your art and partly motivated by the fact that the Open Heart Book 3 cover does Rafael dirty, I decided to edit the cover with him and your MC Anya at the front <3 <3 <3

TYSM for giving me the chance to do this, and for being here in the fandom! You seem like such a cool person, your art and artstyle is soooo good. I especially love your comic art, it’s so well put together… when I get the chance I will reblog and leave proper comments on them <3

Also TYSM @choicesfandomappreciation for hosting this wonderful event!

[lilyoffandoms]

Ellie Shepherd-Ramsey

Happy Birthday week, Dani (@storyofmychoices)!!! I hope it is the bestest one yet and filled with all the good and beautiful things you so very much deserve Love you lots 💕

Based the art off this post and I just like to believe that she frequently challenges Ramsey to chess on their lunch breaks and always, without fail, kicks his ass hehe

[genevievemd]

[macapacaalpaca]

I feel like I’m the only one who isn’t a big fan of Harper?

I can appreciate her work and how she’s undoubtedly an amazing surgeon, but I don’t think the diagnostics team was the right move for her. As well as that, I don’t agree with how she treated Aurora (although I know it was because she just wanted her to succeed) and I really hate how she treated MC in bk 3.

I was always under the impression that she was jealous of seeing Ethan and MC so in love and resented MC for being the one Ethan truly fell for. Constantly going down memory lane felt like a way of snubbing MC.

The cherry on top for me was the whole drug trial incident and admitting that she wouldn’t have snitched on Ethan, but did on MC. Like? Girl, you’re smarter than that.

Maybe I’m overprotective and over analyse but does anyone feel the same way? 😅

[monsoonblooms12]

I won't let you go (Ethan x f!MC)

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

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

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

Word Count: around 900 words

Rating: General

Category: Angst (with a happy ending :))

Warnings: None that I noticed

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

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

That there was no turning back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her soul behind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Before she could fall, she had to walk.

She had to keep her promise.

She had to leave.

"Pooja!"

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

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

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

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No one knew how long they cried.

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

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

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

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

"I won't let you go."

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

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[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

'Am I the only one who loathes the MCs from AME and OH? They have really weird facial features and stuff and their smiles feel disturbing sometimes. My favourite ones have to be the ones from It Lives or The Heist: Monaco.'

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[hell-chronicles]

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