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distracted art appreciation | Ethan Ramsey x MC

Summary: It takes him fifty-six days in the jungle to get over her. Or, well, so he thought.

WC: 3k+

Warnings: N*FW

She’s been staring at the same painting for the past fourteen minutes.

Though, she uses the term ‘painting’ loosely – whatever she’s looking at is made of twisted straw wrappers and crumbled pages of an IKEA manual. The placard next to the work features phrases like ‘a work of action’ and ‘an introspection into rampant consumerism.’ To her (admittedly untrained) eye, it looks like someone dumped a trashcan over a canvas and spray-painted it with viscera and glitter. Taking another sip of her wine, she glances down at her phone to see that only another minute has passed.

“Two more hours,” Sloane mutters to herself, hopelessly wishing again for time to speed up.

It’s not that she isn’t happy for Kyra, who started out with painting tutorials on YouTube and worked up to a modest following in Boston’s art community, which led her here to her first gallery show. She was excited for the first hour, sticking close to her friend as Kyra chatted with fellow artists about mediums and superatism and juxtaposition and a hundred other terms Sloane didn’t understand. But as conversations flowed, Kyra’s nerves settled down, and she waved Sloane off to go get some air and peruse the other artwork.

Which is how she came to standing in front of The Shopper’s Sediment, waiting for the event to end so she can help Kyra haul her paintings back down the block to her car.

The pleas for company that Sloane sent to the group chat have gone unanswered; they’re probably all still out at the new fantasy-themed bar that she skipped on to be a good friend who keeps her promises.

She’s so concentrated on the ugly artwork that she doesn’t realize there’s a person standing beside her. In fact, she only realizes they’re even there when she lifts her wine glass and ends up whacking them in the side with her elbow.

“Oh, my god! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there, I–” she swallows back the rest of her panicked apology.

Ethan smirks down at her. His hand is clasped around her offending elbow.

“It’s all right. I won’t be pressing charges.”

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Jupiter (Ethan X MC)

Words count: 3 000

Warnings: angst & fluff 

Set in Chapter 19, after MC leaves Ethan in the atrium and meets her friends

Truth to be told, I was planning to take a little break from writing, as I am extremely self-conscious and I kind of dislike everything I create (well except my kid, she turned out pretty great) but then I’ve read Chapter 19 and was like ‘okay if PB can write shit, so can I’

This was written at the night while I was super angry with the chapter (and also have had two glasses of wine) and I never thought it would be shared but here I am sharing it and probably deleting when I am not so pissed at PB lol

As much as Chiara wanted to get drunk and have fun with her friends, there was a huge part of her that was still standing in the Edenbrook’s atrium next to Ethan. And without that part, she would never be able to properly enjoy her night out.

With that, she parted her way with her friends, encouraging them to drink for her too and after a while she was alone.

Ethan was clutching the handle of his leather briefcase so hard his knuckles have gone white. He had a reputation, a face to maintain, but the storm inside him was something utterly different than the indifferent expression he has been wearing on his face.

He wanted to follow Chiara, he wanted to spend this evening with her and her only, as she was the only person that could calm the tempestuous waters the storm has been causing.

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This was so beautiful and heart breaking at the same time. I am in love with your writing ❤

“The Fifth Call”

Synopsis: After disaster strikes Boston and Edenbrook, Charlie just wants to get Ethan on the phone…

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC (Charlie Greene)

Choices Story: Open Heart (set during Chapter 14)

Rating: Teen (literally just one f-bomb)

Words: 1107

Ring. Ring. Ring. “This is Dr. Ethan Ramsey. Please leave a name and number-“

Fuck. Voicemail, again.

Charlie disconnected the call, falling deeper into the plastic, waiting room chair. This was her fourth try to call Ethan, and it was just as unsuccessful as the last. It had taken her hours to dial his number the first time, terrified to press call and face him after days of not speaking. When Ethan left Edenbrook, he left Charlie, too. He walked right past her pleading attempts to get him to stay, and the rejection lingered.

But it had been days since she’d heard from him, and after tonight, she just needed to hear his voice.

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Fuck whatever makes sense. I’m giving my girl the job even if it’s way too soon. She deserves it after carrying the team on her back for two whole years😌

Five Years Since You Left Boston

Synopsis: It’s been six years since Charlotte Greene finished her residency, five years since she left Ethan, and four years since she called him the night of her wedding and asked him to stop her. Ethan thought he was protecting her when he let her go, but a chance encounter might just tempt fate in their direction…

FOLLOW-UP TO “Ethan & F!MC (Charlie) - Calling to Say I’m Marrying Someone Else HC”

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x MC (Charlie Greene)

Rating: Teen (nothing happens to warrant a high rating, but I just want to be safe)

Words: 4.7k

Suggested Listening: Molly by Lil Dicky, Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift, Happiness by Taylor Swift, Coney Island by Taylor Swift (I’m on a Evermore kick. Do not judge)

Ethan thought he saw Charlie that morning.

It was just a glimpse – a flash of blonde hair and a hint of laughter wandering through the hospital halls. It couldn’t be her, of course. She hadn’t stepped foot in Boston in five years.

Or maybe she had.

Maybe she walked these hallowed streets every single day, a lingering ghost forever out of sight.

Maybe this city welcomed its open arms in secret. Maybe the specter of their relationship left her untouched. Maybe she could travel all the paths she’d traveled with him without even an inkling of hurt.

Perhaps she visited and never even had the urge to find him, not that Ethan could say the same. But Charlie, his darling Rookie, had always been stronger than him.

She was the one who dared to demand more of him. She was courageous enough to wage war, one they both lost. Then, when Ethan held on to the frayed and damaged hope of a spectacular reunion, she was strong enough to leave. She left Boston, Edenbrook, and even Ethan. She made a new life for herself, and when Ethan couldn’t fathom the thought of another, she was brave enough to fall in love again.

She had one moment of weakness.

One shining opportunity for two star-crossed lovers to finally make it right.

That night, Ethan was strong for her.

His reward was aching regret and a lifetime of “what ifs?” He faltered nearly every day in that first year. He bought at least a dozen flights to California, but he never boarded a plane. Every time he looked at her wedding picture – the one he printed to remind himself of what he would ruin if he found her.

She was married now.

She had been for about four years.

Ethan heard that they had a child, too.

He had no real claim to her anymore, but he could never feel any less “hers.” Despite a string of half-hearted attempts, he could never belong to anyone else.

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