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Holy moly! This was amazing smut 🔥🔥🔥

I loved it, @jamespotterthefirst! Their connection is so deep even though Lilac just wanted to bed Ethan (she is such a boss ass bitch and Ethan is such a simp for her...that's the truth *clicks fingers* GET IT GIRL!)

Lilac is an amazing woman and Ethan describes her perfectly in this! She's thought of everything! Probs smarter than Ethan tbh 😂

I love these two so much and the way they are in this fic just makes my heart swell. Even though they are both horny for each other (let's be real here—they are lol) they still have that deep admiration, awe and connection between them and it's that connection, the understanding that makes them so perfect.

And omg, ETHAN WANTS TO BE HAPPY WITH LILAC AND NOW I'M GONNA CRY 😭🥰😭 ... that part was so freaking cute! I can't help but love Ethan even more!

This was amazing smut, Bree! Loved it! 👏🏻❤

With You (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 2K (sorry!) Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Premise: AU. They sleep together in Miami after their first kiss.

Author’s Note: Okay so this is total wish fulfilment on my part. Like total fantasy land here.

Author’s Note II: I really wanted to name this after an ABBA song because I love ABBA and they're teasing new music. So you can imagine I am insufferable at the moment lol. But alas, I couldn't find a good one.

Every fiber of his skin rages with the need of her lips against his. His heart, almost an unknown entity to Ethan in that moment, drums boldly against his chest. Its beats are an incredulous song because his risk paid off—Lilac wants him as desperately as he’s wanted her for months.

Green eyes pierce him from under a fan of black lashes, her lips dark and swollen from their kiss. Her body shifts on the bed, an invitation Ethan is more than eager to accept. Yet, he hesitates by the glass doors, a war raging inside him.

“Ethan?”

“We...can’t. We can’t go further. We’ve already crossed a line.”

There is no going back, he realizes. He will never again lie in bed wondering how Lilac would feel in his arms or how well her lips molded to his. For one glorious moment, he finally had that answer. Now, the agony clouding his future will be her absence.

Lilac straightens on the mattress, her brow furrowing.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not, not in the slightest. You…”

You were everything I ever hoped for.

“No, I did. I shouldn’t have let this happen. And it can’t happen again.”

“What? Why not?”

“I’m an attending, and you’re an intern.”

“So?”

“It’s unethical. And it’s complicated.”

Lilac is on her feet now, scrutinizing him in the long stretch of silence that follows. There is a sadness in her eyes as she processes his words and Ethan can practically see her mind working. Not for the first time since he met her, he is gripped by the urge to know exactly what she's thinking. Every one of her thoughts would be a melody he'd listen to as long as she let him.

At last, she straightens her posture, delicate jaw setting in a determined line. When she looks at Ethan, there is a resolute fire in her eyes that makes his skin prickle. She moves away from the bed until she stands in front of him again, her fingers tracing a soft line along his forearm, capturing him so entirely, he wonders how he was ever strong enough to resist her.

“It’s only unethical if you let it.”

“Lilac.”

Lilac shakes her head, undeterred. “No, listen. Edenbrook is a large program. There are many other attendings who could be in charge of me while I’m there. I could easily request for a transfer and a different supervisor.”

Ethan should quell the argument at once, but his traitorous heart speeds up, fueled by foolish hope.

“How do you know all this?”

“I asked Doctor Calais out of curiosity the other day.”

Despite himself, he gives her a crooked smirk. “Were you hoping to get out of working with me that desperately?”

Lilac, on the other hand, is not laughing. Her eyes, brighter and far more beautiful than the ocean outside, are fixed on his, completely serious.

“The opposite, actually.” Her voice is low, soft, earnest.

It stirs something in Ethan—something he always thought was unyielding.

“Things don’t always have to be complicated, Ethan. Sometimes, happiness is simpler than you think.”

The words float around them, echoing in the small space between them. And all the while, Ethan's heartbeat quickens impossibly so, perhaps sensing the turning point approaching. Lilac's hand finds its place over his chest, reminiscent of only moments ago on the balcony.

There is no denying it any longer. The thunderous beat of his heart against her fingers tells of how ardently he has longed for her. Her lips part as she looks at him, leaving no doubt of how desperately she's wanted him too.

When she speaks, her voice is a whisper.

“I could make you happy.”

And then, he kisses her, hard.

This time, when they reunite, their hands know where to go, as though the first kiss was all they needed to become familiar with the other. His hands travel up the dip of her waist and he thinks that perhaps they memorized each other with every stolen glance over the past few months. Lilac hums against his lips, compromising any poetic or even coherent thought from Ethan.

Without breaking the kiss, her hands work the buttons of his shirt, a quiet urgency behind every move. She breaks away from his mouth, no doubt hoping to make her task quicker. Ethan, malcontent with not kissing her, moves to lavish her neck.

Lilac lets out a small moan, rendered clumsier still by this.

“I want you,” she confesses in a breathless whisper as his shirt finally hits the hotel floor.

“I want you, too,” he confesses, pressing his forehead against hers. “You have no idea how much.”

As though to prove this, he brings her mouth to his, allowing his kiss to weave the story of his admiration for her.

As the kiss turns desperate, Ethan backs her into the glass of the sliding doors, expert hands making quick work of her dress. As the shimmering fabric hits the floor, Lilac pulls back long enough to give him an impressed look. Ethan, however, doesn't savor the triumph. The sight of Lilac, almost naked in the moonlight, leaves him momentarily stunned.

Then, she raises herself to kiss his neck.

“Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

With a shiver, Ethan recovers, and fueled by a primal urge, he grips her hips and flips her around to face the placid sea.

“You're so goddamn beautiful.”

The words are a rough whisper against her ear.

His hands, meanwhile, travel lower to grip her ass. He smacks it lightly, making her moan quietly.

“More,” she begs.

He complies, kneading and palming, relishing in her small cries. Ethan's free hand slips under the lace of the black thong, his fingers teasing and stroking.

“You're so wet for me already,” he murmurs into her ear, enjoying the way she clenches around his fingers in response.

“You always get me wet,” she manages. “The way you look at me some—” she breaks off into a moan, throwing her head against his shoulder when he increases the speed of his fingers. “The way you look at me… when you call me 'Rookie'... I've touched myself at night thinking about you.”

His cock strains against the front of his pants and despite his attempt to be in control, a rough grunt leaves him. Giving in to the savage need to taste her, Ethan withdraws his fingers, earning him a small whimper in protest.

“Turn around, Rookie.”

He can feel her legs tremble but she complies. Her bra hits the floor within seconds, freeing her breasts to his hands and mouth. Despite his enjoyment, he abandons them only moments later and moves lower, kissing every freckle in his descent, his eyes never leaving hers. Lilac watches him through dark, hooded eyes until he reaches the band of her last remaining article of clothing.

“These have to come off,” he informs her, doing the honors of removing them.

Ethan is on his knees, eyes locked on hers as he teases her inner thigh with his tongue. Lilac moans, body taut with anticipation, her knees quivering with need.

When he can't take the teasing anymore, he murmurs against her skin—

“Open your legs for me, Rookie.”

Ethan Ramsey, it appears, is good at everything. As he works her with his tongue, expertly flicking and lapping, Lilac presses further against the glass, biting her lip to suppress a scream.

“Fuck,” she moans anyway. “Ethan. Just like that… Please don't stop.”

He hums his acknowledgement against her pussy, the gritty sound making her wetter still. Ethan grunts in response, effectively making the hottest sex noises she’s ever heard. The deep timbre of his pleasure is enough to bring her closer.

“I’m going to come all over your face.”

He is spurred by the declaration, bringing her thighs further apart, his tongue entering her.

“Good.”

“God, Ethan!”

She shuts her eyes, her head falling against the foggy glass. Her hands dive into his hair, both to support herself as he tongue fucks her against the sliding door and to guide him deeper into her. Ethan grunts against her and with only a few more strokes of his masterful mouth, she comes, loudly and unabashedly all over his tongue.

“That was—”

Her knees give out, properly finishing the sentence for her. With a devilish and proud smirk, Ethan catches her.

“That good?” he asks, already kissing her neck.

“Mmm, I could ask you the same. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” he returns without hesitation.

They kiss and too soon, her still trembling body aches for him. She guides him toward the king sized bed without breaking the kiss, her body begging to be filled and stretched by him. Her hand moves down to the insistent bulge between them, unable to contain a small but impressed gasp.

Ethan breaks apart to gauge her reaction.

“I want you inside me,” she says in response.

The hungry look he gives her would have been enough to make her moan out his name again. Without saying another word, Ethan works towards fulfilling that wish. As she settles on the mattress, he removes the last of his clothing until he is bare in front of her.

“Fuck me, Ethan,” she begs, eyes on the glorious, impressive sight of him.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Ethan quickly and skillfully rolls a condom down his length, guiding his cock to the entrance of her body. He teases her, tapping the top against her clit before pushing inside her slowly.

“God, you feel so good,” she moans.

Ethan looks as though he wants to echo the sentiment, but his eyes remain locked on her with such intensity, Lilac shivers. He pushes deeper into her, maintaining eye contact. Something tugs at her chest and before she knows it, she sits up to kiss him as he fully enters her for the first time.

Ethan groans into her mouth as he starts to move, slowly at first. His strokes are long and measured, their bodies meeting with controlled restraint.

Too soon, however, they both grow impatient, taking their pleasure with one another in quick strokes.

“Yes, Ethan.”

His fingers dig into her hips as he drives into her, heading her breathless little pleas for more of him.

With mingled cries, they come within seconds of each other.

“That was—” he says several minutes later, when they're settling under the covers.

Lilac laughs, mirroring the prideful smile he had given her when she had said the words.

“It was,” she agrees contently, settling next to him. His arm wraps around her, the feeling so natural, it didn't feel like the first time.

Another small silence follows as the events of the night settle over them like a veil. Lilac glances up at Ethan, his beautiful face is impassive as he stares up at the ceiling, deep in thought. She can practically hear the thoughts racing through his mind.

For the third time that night, he stomach sinks horribly at the prospect that he’s already regretting their time together. But then, he turns to look at her, giving her a small smile that makes her insides melt. Without saying anything, he brings her hand to his lips, kissing the tip of each finger with so much adoration, she holds her breath.

“I'll make the call in the morning.”

Lilac gives him a puzzled look.

“The request to transfer you to another attending's supervision,” he explains.

Her heart leaps as understanding dawns on her.

“And then?”

“And then,” he continues, “we can give this a fair chance.”

Ethan kisses her hand when he says the word this.

“I'd like that.”

He gives her a quiet nod but pauses again, thoughtful.

“Although, I'd still like to keep it private for as long as we can. Even though there won't be any conflict of interest on paper, hospital gossip can still be vicious. I don’t think I can stand it if anyone suggests your accomplishments are a result of sleeping with me.”

“Sleeping with is one of my accomplishments, actually,” she returns with a laugh and Ethan rolls his eyes. When he schools his features into a serious expression, Lilac does the same. “Fine. No, making out at work. That's a good idea.”

“And please don’t tell Naveen.”

Lilac raises a brow. “Embarrassed of me?”

“Not at all,” Ethan explains. “I’m embarrassed of him. He will accost you with questions any chance he gets. Not to mention he will be insufferable and claim he was right about us all along.”

They share a laugh, enjoying the moment in each other’s arms. A peaceful, content pause follows and Lilac feels her body relaxing, teetering on the edge of sleep.

“I want to be.”

Ethan’s voice is quiet.

“Want to be what?” she asks.

He kisses the top of her forehead and she can feel the smile he can’t contain.

“Happy. With you.”

Author's Note: I didn't proofread so forgive me.

Also, I am incapable of writing short smut pieces. This was supposed to be "a short one" lol. I'm thinking of doing some NSFW prompts soon so we'll see if I can shorten them lol

Thank you so much for reading!

*Tagging 18+ List in a reblog*

#open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices fanfiction #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x lilac #enjoyed this immensely

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aworldoffandoms · 2 years

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A bunch of different writing prompts MASTERLIST

updated 26.12.21

“Hate to break it to you, but …”

“Ok, this whole thing you’re doing? I’m gonna need you to stop.”

“I can’t help but feel jealous when you turn and smile at anyone else”

“So now what? You’re just gonna chase after them with a flashlight and righteousness?”

“To save you the time and me the breath …”

“Blackmail is more powerful than money. Once you have them with blackmail, you have them forever.” “I just asked you if I could borrow five dollars, I-”

“I can teach you something else if you want”

“Does anyone care what I think?” “I know I don’t!”

“Toss me!” “Toss you?!” “Do it!!”

“Hold my beer.” “This is a Capri-sun.”

“Wow that was so wild. Crazy”

“I hope common sense is the next cool trend”

“You think you can take me?”

“Bring it on.” “Enough with the movie references, can we just fight already?”

“Relax, there is no problem/we have no problems!” *B walks in* “Ok, one problem!”

“How did you even learn how to do this??” “It’s probably best that you don’t know.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” “I guess that would be difficult.”

“You really think you can stop me? Adorable.”

“This is ridiculous, why did you make me carry you on my back?” “Stop complaining, I need a good vantage point!” “You can literally FLY!”

“Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes, *B*!” “Listen, I love a good Taylor Swift reference as much as the next guy, but now is probably not the time-”

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”

“Alright, fine. If I can’t get around you, I guess I’ll have to go through you!”

“So, you know how in _______, ___________ _______? That literally makes no sense.” “IT’S 1AM. Go to sleep!”

“For most people it goes, observe, think, speak. For *B* it goes a little differently.”

“This would be a lot easier if you weren’t so hot.”

“I don’t want your help, I want you safe!”

“Who buys 25 packs of balloons?!” “Leave me alone, it’s been a rough day!”

“Can you turn up the heat in here? It’s freezing in here!” “Sure baby, come on over here-” “nOt what I meant!!”

“Keep talking and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

“I wish I was who you think I am”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” “How?” “That’s not your department.”

“An asteroid could hit Earth right now and I’d still be more upset about this”

“Could you please make an effort with them?” “I don’t care about them, I only care about is you.”

“Why not?” “Because I don’t want to die!” “You can be so boring sometimes why do I even hang out with you?”

“You know that’s never gonna happen, right?” “Just let me have this”

“You’re the Ethan to my Hila.” “You have to stop using modern references I have no idea what any of them mean”

“Rules are meant to be broken.” Actually, that’s not-“ "Come on!!”

“If I get shot, will you have my back?” “…. Well…” “Say yes!!”

“He’s the embodiment of everything wrong with the world. I’m kind of into it”

“Wow that was awful. Truly.” “Thank you.”

“I’d die for you.” “Please live for me instead.”

“I don’t know, it could be worse!” “But it could definitely be a whole lot better too.” “You have a point there.”

“I think I just met the human version of a dubstep remix.”

“You’re a mess. But you’re my mess.”

“If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom!”

“Every time I see your face I go crazy.” “Crazy in a bad way or crazy in a good way?” “Undecided.”

“Love is like a plant. It has to be watered and nurtured and eventually it’ll grow and become stronger and stronger.” “Can our love be the plant that eats bugs and stuff? That one’s really cool.” “… sure.”

“If they don’t kill you, I will.”

“We’re going on a trip, in our favorite rocket ship-” “Please don’t sing the song-” “ZOOMING THROUGH THE SKY!!!”

“I can’t believe you’re scared of spiders, you’re massive.” “THEY’RE SMALL AND UNPREDICTABLE AND RUN REALLY FAST, OK?”

“My therapist won’t be happy when she hears about this.”

“You look awful. You look like someone drove you over, backed up, squashed you under their tyre and did donuts in an abandoned parking lot with your face in the ground. You look like someone crumpled you up and forced you down the garbage disposal. You look like someone played a game of Operation on you and didn’t clean you up afterwards. *pause* You look terrible.” “Yeah, I got that, thanks.”

“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.” “You’re literally bleeding out!” “It’s fine-” “nO it’S NOT!!”

“I just wish you’d asked me first.”

“Poopity scoop.” “… can you please just-” “Poopity scoop. Poopity scoop”

“Can I please tell you-” “No, please don’t.” “… I love you.”

“So fight me, then!”

“Everything is going as planned!” “That’s because you have no plan.” “Exactly!”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.” “I know/I don’t care”

“I wish this thing came with an instruction manual.”

“You’re the only drug I need, baby” “That’s sweet but you still have to take your prescription”

“That’s not very professional”

“Argh, I broke a nail!” “Is that really your main concern right now??”

“That can’t be good.”

“Yet another day of oppression and agony. When will it end?” “We’ve been married for a week stop being so dramatic.”

“If anyone else asks me if I’m ok I’m going to go ballistic.”

“This doesn’t align with my morals.” “What morals?” “… fair point.”

“Shut up.” “..I didn’t say anything?” “Shhhh.”

“I just want to throw up and die”

“You make me wish I’d never been born.” “Funny, I was just wishing you’d never been born too!”

“What are you gonna do, sing about it?” “I might!!”

“I can’t keep going. Not like this.”

“What’s that?” “What’s what??” “That thing!!”

“Hey, so, uhm-” “What is it this time?”

“You make me wish I was better, I want to be better. But I don’t know how.”

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.” “Aw, thank you. That means a lot.”

“Did you know that during Prohibition, moonshiners would wear shoes with wooden blocks carved to look like cow hooves under them to leave hoofprints instead of footprints, helping them evade police?” “No, I didn’t, but more importantly, how did you know that?”

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide …” “…*begrudgingly* No escape from reality.”

“Calm down, I don’t see what the big deal is.” “You stabbed me!!”

“What’s you excuse this time?” “I’m a little bit stupid :)”

“If you were a car, you’d be a BMW.” “Why?” “Cuz I want you to Be My Wife !” “…are you trying to propose to me?” “… Please say yes.”

“Oh no. That can’t be right.”

“You’re not allowed to do that!” “Says who?!” “Your mom.” “I can’t believe you called my mom.”

“You’re gonna have to stop narrating everything you’re doing, you’re gonna give us away.” “Sorry.”

“I’ve never wanted anything so much in my entire life.”

“He’s my worst enemy. My nemesis.” “Didn’t you meet him like five minutes ago?” “Yes.”

“This is it. This is my sign!” “… That’s a cereal box.”

“I’ve done my fair share of stupid things in my day, but this is just ridiculous.”

“I hate you. But I hate them more. So I guess my hatred for you can wait.”

“What? I told you it was going to be dinner with my parents.” “Yes but you didn’t tell me your parents were like that!”

“Whether you like it or not, I’m your only hope. So what’s it gonna be?”

“Can you stop it?” “What? I’m just looking at you.” “I know, it’s creepy, stop!”

“I don’t remember that, that doesn’t sound like me.”

“You think you can stop me? That’s so cute.”

“Can you just-” “CaN yOu JuSt-” “Stop!” “StOp!” “One of these days I am going to kill you.”

“I’ve never been this happy before.” “Not even when you had to wait at that burger place so they ended up giving you extra large fries for free that one time?” “Not even then.”

“Uhm, I fell.” “Upwards?”

“I feel like you’re not hearing me; I don’t want more flowers. I just want you here, at home, with me.”

“This is not how I thought tonight would go.” “I know, isn’t it great?!”

“Is it supposed to be able to bend that way?” “No, definitely not, this is bad.”

“How are you able to do that?” “I honestly have no idea.”

“You need me for something, don’t you?” “Oh please, like you don’t need me for something too.”

“Silvia…” “Yes, Mickey?” “How you call your loverboy?” “Come here, loverboy!” “And if he doesn’t answer?” “Oh, loverboy!” “And if he STILL doesn’t answer?” “Yo loverboy, you better listen up when I’m talking to you!-” “No babe, we practiced this”

“I’m not angry, just disappointed.” “For the last time, I didn’t know we only had one doughnut left or I would have asked you!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” “Do you want to …sing about it?”

“You truly are one of a kind.” “Thank you.” “I didn’t mean that in a good way.”

“I know you think I’m the villain, but I’m not.”

“I just want you to be happy. Whether that’s with or without me.”

“Let’s never speak of this.” “Agreed.”

“You can’t pay to get this kind of entertainment, baby!” “You catching fifteen grapes in a row is not entertainment.” “Says who?!”

“Where are we?!” “What makes you think I’m any less lost than you are?”

“Let’s go back to our place.” “Our place?” “Yeah. If you want it to be.”

“I thought I could trust you.”

“Hey, uhm, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” “Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me now, are you?” “Well now I’m certainly not gonna to do it!!”

“I don’t need your protection, I just need you!”

“This is making me really upset.” “I’m sorry but we don’t really have time for you to be upset about this right now.”

“Ugh, that kid is being so annoying.” “Isn’t that your daughter?” “Yeah, so?”

“I want to speak to the manager, please.” “Dude, this is a frat party, I don’t think they have-” “The manager!!!”

“What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” “Don’t change the subject!”

“Babe, we agreed to only use that codeword for emergencies.” “I know, but-” “And a video of a turtle and a duck being best friends is not an emergency, is it?”

“I’m very easily upset and very outwardly aggressive, which is a terrible combination.”

“Wow, I’ve been really annoying today, haven’t I?” “Not any more than usual, sweetie.”

“Hey-” “No!” “Why are you groaning like that?” “No offense, but you’re the last person I wanted to see today.” “What, why?” “Cause I actually wanted to have a good day.”

“If I die on this night, then so be it! You have been a good friend, a trusted-” “You’re just going to a gas station, it’s not-” “Silence!!”

“I want you to stay. I’m asking you to stay.”

“Can you stop yawning, please?” “Sorry, but this is just so boring.” “It’s your daughter’s dance recital!”

“I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if I have to. Step aside.”

“You’re the most poorly written character I’ve ever met.” “What?” “What?”

“I don’t want to die, please don’t let me die!” “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you out of here alive, I promise.”

“I’m in love with you.” “Wow. I don’t know whether to thank you or give you my condolences, honestly.”

“What happened here?!” “I tried to catch a spider.” “With what, a flamethrower?!”

“This is amazing! How did you know I wanted this?” “What do you mean? I listened to you.” “You what now?”

“Over my dead body!” “Hm, shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Explain yourself!” “…I honestly don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”

“What are you doing here?!” “What do you mean? This is my house.” “You were dead two days ago!” “Oh, right, that. Well-”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me.” “Would it help if I presented the information by way of dance?” “No but it would be funny”

“Hey, is this a bad time?” “Yeah, actually-” “Ok, great, so-”

“Unless they can hoedown, I’m not interested.”

“I can’t, I’m allergic.” “To water?” “… Yes.”

“Not to be rude but you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met.” “Look who’s talking!!”

“I hate your guts.” “That makes two of us.”

“Do I know you?” “You will momentarily.”

“I didn’t come this far only to come this far.” (source)

“You can’t just say ‘yo mama!’ as a response to everything!” “Yo mama!” “no!!”

“Aren’t you supposed to help me?” “What do you mean? I am helping!” “You making paper airplanes out of the wrapping paper is not helping.”

“What are you thinking about?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, that’s why I asked dumbass”

“I don’t know how you’re gonna top this. Hopefully you won’t”

“This is gross, and illegal.” “So?” “Just thought I’d mention it.”

“Please don’t be mad”

“Why did you do that?!” “I don’t know!!”

“A good friend wouldn’t let me do this.” “It’s lucky I’m not a good friend, then.” “You’re right about that.”

“You know, you make being your guardian angel very difficult.”

“Every time I look at you I can only think of one thing.” “Oh yeah, what’s that?” “The Boney M 1994 smash hit that inspired an entire generation-” “Oh no” “Ra-Ra-Rasputin!!!!-” “PLEASE STOP”

“Don’t you think I’d love you back if I could?!”

“I’d rather eat a whole bag of pecans than spend another minute with you.” “…” “And I’m allergic to pecans.” “Yeah I got that.”

“Grief is the price we pay for love. Ask yourself if it’s worth it.”

“Get me out of here, now!” “What’s in it for me?” “Your head.” “… Alright.”

“I can’t do this anymore.” “You don’t have a choice.”

“I just want to make sure you’re ok.” “That’s very sweet of you but please stop flashing that flashlight into my eye every two seconds.”

“You want to what now?” “Open a bakery.” “That’s weird, I never saw you as the bakery type.” “Why not?” “Well for starters you’ve killed fifty people over the last two days.”

“I’m going to make you go first.” “Of course you are.”

“This makes no sense.” “Shut up.”

“I’d rather be stuck in a time-loop playing Monopoly forever than do that again.”

“Don’t take it personal, they always argue with people they like.” “I do not!”

“It’s of elvish make!” “Look, I don’t care if Elvis made it-” “… I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

“Look upon me and fear!” “You’re 5'2” I could stomp you to death with one foot.“

"I’ve never used this before.” “It’ll be fine, just don’t- Don’t do that.”

“Can you cook me some-” “No.” “You didn’t even hear what I wanted you to make!” “Doesn’t matter. I’m never going into that kitchen ever again.” “What happened in there the last time?” “Horrors. Horrors you can’t imagine.”

“Careful!” “I’m always careful.” “That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s just personal preference.” “Whether or not to kill someone is not personal preference!”

“I wish you’d stop doing that.” “And I wish you’d stop being so annoying. Guess neither of us are getting what we want anytime soon, huh?”

“I hate you.” “I hate you too.” “… So, want to be friends?” “Sure.”

“I can’t believe you actually spent your money on this.” “I know, right?! You can’t put a price on this thing, baby!” “That’s.. that’s not what I meant.”

“Look, it’s obvious we won’t come to an agreement on this.” “Right.” “That leaves us only one choice, doesn’t it?” “Yes.” “Fight to the death-” “-Dance off.” “…”

“What would make you think I actually cared about you?” “Oh, please. You and I know both know the truth. You’re just too much of a coward to admit it.”

“Hey, are you listening to me?” “Sorry it’s just really hard to focus when you look like that”

“This is… interesting.” “No, this is wrong! This is vile, it’s disgusting!” “… Interesting.”

“For the hundredth time, constructive criticism about your cooking is not a personal attack-” “Then why did you say it in that tone?!”

“Don’t make me choose. Please don’t make me choose.”

“Well, they’re certainly sprightly, aren’t they?” “I don’t know what that means but yeah it sounds right.”

“Why do you always think the worst of people?” “Just saving time.”

“I just want you to push me up against the wall and shake me real good!” “Can this please wait we’re at Costco”

“Do you think they’d christen the baby with a squirt gun if we asked?” “… Why would we ask them about that?” “Do you think they would or no?”

“You wanna know what I think?” “No, but you’re probably going to tell me anyway.”

“I love you.” “Yikes, let’s not get into that right now.”

“Don’t talk to me!” “Please it was just a game of Monopoly-” “Silence!!”

“To save you the time and me the breath,”

“I know who you are.” “Oh, so you’ve heard of me?” “Your face is everywhere it’s kind of hard to ignore.” “Right.”

“Ye shall not pass!” “Please I just really need to pee!”

“I can’t believe they’re gone…” “Good riddance if you ask me!” “NOT at thE FUNERAL!”

“Don’t worry, I put the ‘fun’ in 'funeral’!” “I don’t want to find out what that’s supposed to mean.” “Oh, don’t worry, you will!”

“Look what you did!!” “You’re saying that like it wasn’t the point?”

“Every moment with you is a living nightmare.” “I’m glad.”

“Everyone has a weakness. Yours seems to be that you think you don’t have one.”

“There is a darkness deep within me… No matter my efforts it never ceases to claw at my heart, filling me with dread and despair day and night as I sleep and wake in a never ending cycle of doom and disaster, knowing I shall never be set free from the traps of time and torture within me..” “… Are you ok dude?”

“May I presume that you are, indeed, an idiot?” “Yes, you may.”

“I have to talk to you.” “Ok.” “And you need to actually listen.” “Oh..”

“Why on earth do you think I’m into you??” “You always use that sweet nickname for me, remember?” “'Stupid moron’ is not a sweet nickname!!”

“Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna see me.” “Someone is definitely going to see you.” “Why?” “Look at yourself!”

“Why are you so heinously incompetent?” “Can you please calm down, it’s only Monday morning.”

“Why are you smiling? I’m not dead yet, you know.”

“Hey babe, can you let me in? I forgot my keys.” “What’s the password?” “Can we not do this again we’ve lived together for five years-” “The PASSWORD!!!”

“Life is like a game of Monopoly, sweetheart. Equally chaotic and confusing with or without a plan.”

“I’m sorry I can’t go, I avoid any social situations at all costs.” “It’s our wedding-”

“Why are you so annoying?” “Why are you so mad about it?”

“Here are my final thoughts: You are stupid and this plan was dumb.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry, I tried, I really did… I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Please go away.” “We’re handcuffed together, how am I supposed to-”

“I love you with every fiber of my being.” “You’re a ghost so that really isn’t saying much sweetie.”

“Wait, you like me?” “Yeah, isn’t it obvious?” “You sure have a funny way of showing it!”

“I hate you!” “Well now we at least have one thing in common.”

“Listen, if ABBA could come together after both of their divorces and make more music together afterward, you can do this!” “Well after that passionate speech I guess I have no choice.”

“Sure, he’s handsome, but can he cook pecan pie without a recipe?” “Why would that matter?” “Answer the question!”

“You can disagree all you want but that doesn’t make me any less right.”

“You can’t make fun of me.” “Says who?” “Your ugly face, that’s who!”

“This has ‘This Will End Badly’ written all over it. Ready to go?”

“What happened in here?” “See, you ask me that but I don’t really know where to start-”

“Stop always asking me questions you know I don’t know the answer to.”

“I just wish things would make sense for a change.” “I wouldn’t count on it.”

“That’s *name*, otherwise known around these parts as the big dipshit.” “Oh, nice.”

“I’m not qualified to do this, but it’s never stopped me before, so I guess here goes nothing!”

“Oh, trust me, I can dance!” “Is that you or the tequila talking?”

“I don’t know what I thought was going to happen, but this was definitely not it.”

“What was that noise?” “What noise?”

“Gimme, gimmie, gimme a… serotonin.” “Are you ok?”

“Hi, nice to meet you. Prepare to be killed.”

“Where are we??” “Gee, I’m so glad you asked. Let me just activate my google maps implant and-”

“Hey, do you remember that time when-” “No. No, I do not. No further questions, please.”

“Why are you so upset all of the sudden?” “You killed my dad!” “Right, that.”

“I love you.” “Are we playing a game of telephone I don’t know about? What’s going on?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not in love with them! Why would you think that?” “Well for one thing you haven’t been able to close their facebook page from your browser in five weeks, so-”

“I just need someone to tell me they’re glad I’m alive.” “I am. So unbelievably glad, more than you could ever imagine.”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” “Because I’m mad at you.” “Why?” “Need I remind you–”

“You’re everything I’ve ever dreamt of.” “So you’ve only ever had nightmares, huh?” “Yeah.”

“Isn’t it time for you to go to bed?” “Isn’t it time for you to mind your business??” “… Ok. Bed, now.”

“Are you drunk?” “Nooo, whyyy?” “Because you just told me you want to carry me around like a sloth baby.” “Ooooh my little sloth babyyyy!”

“Hon, it’s 4 am, why are you up?” “I… I just have to organize this bookcase…” “*sigh* ok, which is it, by height or color?”

“What did you say?” “WhAt DiD yOu SaY?” “STOP!”

“AHH!!” “What?? What is it?” “Why can you bend like that?!”

“I love you.” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW- Oh, wait, hold on-”

“That’s interesting.” “… You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” “Not a clue.”

You come here often?“ "I- … We both live here.”

“I’m sorry but looking like that has to be a punishable offense.”

“Are you lying?” “Why would I lie?” “Because we’re sworn enemies and hate each other’s guts?” “Oh, right, that. Forgot”

“What are you doing??” “Bold of you to assume I’d have an answer to that question.”

“… Are you singing to yourself?” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I didn’t notice.” “No, please, keep singing. It’s nice.”

“Are you okay?” “No. But I will be, with time. I hope”

“Should we do something about this??” “… Or we could just do nothing?” “Yeah let’s do that.”

“How was the cult meeting?” “For the last time, family dinner is not-

"If you so much as look in their direction again, I will kill you, is that clear?”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were dead.”

“How long have you been having these nightmares?” “For months… I just need them to stop. I’ll do anything to make them stop.” “Anything?” “Anything.”

“I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up in my shoes at that party last year.” “… So is that a ‘no’ to the date, or…?”

“Bro you must have the most selective hearing known to man.” “… Sorry, did you say something?” “AAARRRGH!!”

“I miss you. Please come home. Please.”

“He’s got a stick of something stuck up somewhere is you know what I mean.” “Nice.”

“I love you more than I love Ewan McGregor.” “Wow, babe, do you really mean that?” “…. yes.”

“Bro I’m pissed, you really can’t have s#!t in Detroit.” “…I gotta be honest, half the time I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“You really should get a grip.” “You’re one to talk!”

“Why did you do that?!” “I was just trying to be cool.” “Well, it did not work.”

“I gotta tell you, I don’t like our odds on this one.” “Since when has that ever stopped us?” “Just thought I’d mention it.”

“So, about last night…”

“How do you feel?” “Torn apart.”

“And you can be sure of this: I will never cry over it. Never.”

“This isn’t a competition, you know.” “Spoken like a true loser.”

“Hey, it’s me, hope you’re doing well.” “My dog died last night.” “Aw. Anyway-”

“I’m sorry, ok? Here, I brought cookies!” “You killed five people.” “Not a raisin person I see. Noted.”

“Where’s the kid??” “The what?” “You remember that you were supposed to pick them up today, right?” “… I gotta go real quick-” “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”

“I can’t do it, I can’t…” “You don’t have a choice.”

“And whatever you do, don’t-” “Don’t what?” “… Do that.”

“I haven’t wanted anyone this bad in a long time.” “I hate that I have to ask this, but do you mean that in a romantic or violent way?” “Both.”

“How do you stay so good, even through all of this?”

“I need you to stay alive… please… I don’t know how to live without you.”

“I’m really glad you feel that you can be honest with me.” “Well you drugged me so I didn’t really have a choice-” “Shh. I really love the growth our relationship is going through.”

“Are you ok? And don’t lie to me.”

“Taken your meds today?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “No reason.”

“I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” “Please don’t, this car’s new-”

“I think I’m ok now…” “You’re not.” “Why do you care, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate me?” “Be quiet. Lie still.”

“Ok bestie, I see what you’re saying.” “Please stop talking like that.”

“Ok, fine, it’s on. You. Me. Karaoke at eight.” “What kind of threat is that??” “You’ll see.”

“Did you just kick that guy in the nuts for no reason??” “Yeah, that’s feminism, baby!” “No, no, it’s really not-”

“Inhumane. Disgusting. I can’t believe you’d do something like that.” “Give me a break-” “Say hello to Geoffrey RIGHT NOW.” “He’s a dog, why do I have to-” “SAY IT!” “…. hello, Geoffrey.”

“Citation needed, please.”

“I don’t like the cut of their jib.” “Do you have to talk like that?” “Talk like what?” “Never mind.”

“We shouldn’t do this, it’s not right.” “Ok Mr. Geneva Conventions.”

“Now, kneel before me. Kneel!”

“Hey, come here a sec.” “Are you going to serenade me about how I’m the love of your life and how your universe would have no light if I weren’t in it?” “No?” “Then no.”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” “I didn’t want it like this! Not like this…”

“I know it’s not much, but, maybe I could hold you, just for a little while.”

“If you want even the slightest chance of surviving this, you have to do exactly as I say, got it?”

“If only one of us is can make it out of here alive… it’s gonna be me.”

“Honey, what’s going on? Why are you crying?” “*sniffs* What if they don’t like the wrapping paper on the gift?” “They will, honey, don’t worry. Go back to sleep.” “Are you sure?” “One hundred percent. Trust me.” “Okay.”

“This is outrageous!” “Sweetheart, you have to calm down.”

“Back then I honestly didn’t think it could get any worse. But then I met them, and I thought, uh oh.” “And we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“How was your day?” “Nice. Why do you ask?” “Because I wanted to make sure you had a nice last day before I kill you”

“Where are the others?” “You mean the scum you call friends?” “Yes, now where are they?”

“You’re an idiot.” “Takes one to know one.”

“Why did you do that?? I got what you were saying, I didn’t need a demonstration!”

“Listen, we don’t want any trouble.” “Well I guess that’s too bad, cuz I do.”

“What are you laughing at?- Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

“If only one of us is can make it out of here alive… it’s gonna be me.”

“This is outrageous!” “Sweetheart, you have to calm down.”

“Back then I honestly didn’t think it could get any worse. But then I met them, and I thought, uh oh.” “And we’ve been inseparable ever since.”

“How was your day?” “Nice. Why do you ask?” “Because I wanted to make sure you had a nice last day before I kill you”

“Where are the others?” “You mean the scum you call friends?” “Yes, now where are they?”

“You’re an idiot.” “Takes one to know one.”

“Why did you do that?? I got what you were saying, I didn’t need a demonstration!”

“Listen, we don’t want any trouble.” “Well I guess that’s too bad, cuz I do.”

“What are you laughing at?- Actually, I don’t wanna know.”

“Happy birthday!” “My birthday was a month ago.” “Yikes.”

“So what are you doing to celebrate this year?” “The same thing I always do.” “Wallow in loneliness and self-loathing?” “Yup.”

“Tomorrow would’ve been their twenty-first birthday.” “Would have been?” “Yes. As in I’m going to kill them so they won’t live to see it.”

“I never thought I’d live to see this day.” “I’m so glad you have.” “Me too.”

“Happy birthday.” “How’d you know it’s my birthday?” “Just a lucky guess. Anyway, here’s your ID.” “Where did you get that??”

“I hope you like it, baby.” “Aw, this is so sweet, you shouldn’t have-” “… Well?” “Sweetie, what is that?”

“I know you usually hate celebrating your birthday, so I thought I’d make it a little bit extra special.” “By kidnapping me?” “Now you’re being a little dramatic.”

“Happy birthday!” “Didn’t we celebrate my birthday last year?” “Birthdays are kind of an annual thing.” “Oh.”

“I just want this day to go by in silence, ok?” “Sure, whatever you want.” “Thank you.”

“Do you know what kind of cake they’d like?” “How am I supposed to know that? Cake-preference isn’t really a common topic of conversation on the battlefield.”

“I need a reason to stay.” “I can’t give you any. Not any good ones, anyway.” “A bad one will do.”

“Want to know why everyone hates you? It’s because you are so obviously the envy of everyone in this room and yet totally unaware of it. It’s infuriating.”

“Remember that summer by the cabin when we stole your grandad’s boat and got stuck in the middle of the lake?” “I remember you being the reason we got stuck because you dropped one of the oars in the water.”

“Come, dance with me.”

“I don’t regret a single second I’ve spent with you.”

“You make me miserable, you know that?” “Then how come you’re smiling?”

“Don’t open your eyes yet!”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” “Listen, normally I’d let you do what you want, but when that thing involves holding a knife to my face, I feel like I should get to have some say.”

“Now, I’m not saying if I saw them in a burning building I would leave them in there, but-”

“Why does every outing with you have to turn into some sort of ethical dilemma?” “More fun that way.”

“So, yeah, anyway. Where was I?” “You’d just killed your brother with a teacup.” “Right. So, he comes back to life-”

“Boy, have I got news for you!”

“According to my sources, that’s a load of bullshit.” “What sources?” “How about my common sense?”

“Never you mind!”

“I’m not mad, she had to do what she had to do.” “She kidnapped your mom!” “I’m just saying,”

“I’m not so sure about this…” “That’s why you’re not the one in charge!”

“Suck it up buttercup, we’ve got work to do.”

“That’s interesting, but have you considered this…” “… what?” “Therapy?”

“I’d like to suggest a heart-to-heart conversation about this, but considering you don’t have one, that’d be difficult.” “Quite.”

“What happened here?” “I-” “No, stop, I don’t want to know.”

“You’re the eager kind, I see.” “No, just impatient.”

“I had no time to think, so I made a judgment call. But, as I should have known from previous experience, I have very poor judgment.”

“Well, what if you-” “No.” “What?” “I don’t want advice, I just want to complain.” “All right. Go off then, I guess.”

“I’m so single even my mom won’t return my calls.” “Your mom is dead, sweetie.” “I know, but still.”

“Just get it done; it doesn’t much matter how.” “… Machete?” “Yes.” “Gun?” “Yes.” “Lazer gun?” “Yes.” “Rabid monkey?” “Yes.” “Hm… what about a voice-activated fighting drone that shoots lemon juice into people’s eyes-” “JUST GET IT DONE!”

“How was your day?” “Oh, you know, the usual.” “I doubt there’s much ‘usual’ about your usual day.” “I won’t fight you on that one.”

“Well, what do you think?” “He’s nice.” “And?” “And I hate him with every fiber of my being.” “Why am I not surprised.”

“What are you doing?” “Waiting for inspiration to strike.” “How’s it going so far?” “Not good.”

“Crap, what do we do?!” “I don’t know! I majored in physics not in fighting big ugly monsters!” “Look, I don’t think calling it ugly is helping!”

“If nothing’s killed me so far, I doubt this will.” “One can only hope.”

“If we lose this-” “It’s just a game of Capture the Flag honey, it’s not that serious-” “If we lose this, I’m divorcing you.”

“What do you want from me?” “You’ll see soon enough.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” “Can you ask me? Yes. Will I do it?” “… you haven’t even heard what I was going to ask-” “No.”

“Never underestimate the power of a well-timed prank, young padawan.” “See, this is why I never introduce you to people.”

“Not to sound desperate, but, we’re desperate.”

“Don’t ever ask me about that again, is that clear?”

“Hear that?” “Hear what?”

“There you are! I’ve missed you!” “What- What’s going on?”

“Am I supposed to know who you are?”

“I’m bored, wanna do something?” “Sure, what do you want to-” “Bank robbery.” “…” “…” “Should I be concerned?”

“Please, tell me what’s wrong.” “*sigh* Lately, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t feel seen.” “Well, I am blind, darling.” “Yes, of course, sorry. My bad.”

“I love you.” “I don’t believe that.” “Doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

“What’s it going to take to convince you?”

“I’m in love with you.” “… What in the world for?”

“I would prefer death to this.” “I really wish you’d stop talking like that.”

“Why is your face purple?”

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time.”

“But I’ve realized that I’ll never be enough for you. And as much as it hurts me to say it, I’ve realized that you’ll never be enough for me, either.”

“I’m so nervous.” “It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I was fine on my own, and then you came waltzing in with your long eyelashes and beautiful smile, and now look at me, I’m a mess of epic proportions. And it’s all your fault.”

“Something tells me I’m going to regret this.”

“This will be a lot easier for the both of us if you don’t fight.”

“Fighting is a lot more intimate than undressing, don’t you think?”

“What, you’re not hungry?” “Not hungry enough to eat whatever that is.”

“Why do you have to be so difficult? Sit still!”

“Get out of the way kid, this is none of your business.” “Oh no you don’t. If anyone’s going to kill her, it’s gonna be me.”

“This is getting ugly. We have to leave, now.”

“Don’t you realize that I’m only trying to protect you?”

“I want to stay with you.” “You know I’d never let you do that.” “Why?!” “Why do you think?!”

“Wait, were you worried about me?” “Don’t flatter yourself, I just didn’t want to have to deal with your corpse.”

“Look, I’m sorry I burned your house down and eradicated your entire family, but I think it’s time for you to stop holding a grudge.”

“Don’t give me that. You meant what you said and you know it.”

“All of that to say… I hate you and I wish you were dead.”

“Man, what’s up with that guy?” “He’s just like that. You get used to it. I hope.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic?” “I will literally set you on fire right now.”

“Don’t you think you should reconsider your copious intake of *insert food/drink*?” “Don’t you think you should shut your mouth?”

“This seems like a needlessly complicated way to do this.” “Well I’m in charge so if you have any better suggestions you’re free to keep them to yourself.”

“You want to tell me what’s going on here?” “No, no. Definitely not.”

“Will you stop that?” “Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything!” “I know. Just thought I’d save us the time for when you eventually do something.”

“I haven’t let a man speak to me that way since 2005, and I certainly am not about to now.”

“I promise you’ll be okay.” “What about you?” “Don’t worry about me. Just get out and don’t look back.” “But-” “Promise me.”

“We’re gonna need a whole lot of glitter glue to get out of this one, ladies.”

“That’s my girl.”

“You’re crazy!” “Oh, honey, rest assured, you don’t even know the half of it.”

“How can you be so calm right now?!” “Worrying won’t change anything. You need to calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down! You just blew that guy’s head off!!”

“Why are you wearing that thing?” “What thing?” “For goodness sake- YOU’RE WEARING A TRAFFIC CONE ON YOUR HEAD!”

“Don’t you realize how much is at stake?” “You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

“Look, I’m not any more thrilled about this than you are, but can we pretend to like each other for one night?” “All right, fine. But just know that I’ll be wanting to throw up the whole time.” “Likewise.”

“Wait, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” “That kind of depends on what you think I’m saying. But, yeah, sure.”

“What’s wrong with your face?” “What do you mean?” “Oh, wait- You always look like that? Yikes.”

“I would strongly encourage you not to do that.” “Why?” “You don’t want to know.”

“Come with me, please.”

“What’s that smell?”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” “Well, your mom never complained.”

“Just admit defeat, you’re completely powerless.” “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I’m defeated just yet.”

“I’m here to do a job. Feelings have nothing to do with it.” “How naïve. Feelings have everything to do with it.”

“So how do you two know each other?” “We’re married.” “Oh!”

“How dare you speak to me that way?”

“I can’t go in there! Are you crazy?” “And why on earth not?” “Look how I’m dressed!” “Darling, you could wear a potato sack and still be the marvel in any room. Now let’s go show them, shall we?”

“Trust me, you’re doing great, just keep going.” “I’m so scared, I can’t do this!!” “Yes, you can. Trust me, you’re almost there!”

“I’m quite proud of you.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” “Well you’ll be dead in about two minutes if you don’t, but it’s up to you.”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the signs… But then again I’m dyslexic, so-”

“Man, not this guy again…” “What?” “I’ve killed that guy five times already but he keeps coming back, it’s really starting to get on my nerves… Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not scared of me. I like that.”

“What’s going on??” “Be quiet.” “Why?” “I’m grieving.” “Grieving what?” “My dignity.”

“Well I might not be the smartest guy around, but even a broken clock is right once a day!” “No, that’s… That’s not…”

“Do you see now why everyone hates you?” “Yes, isn’t it marvelous!”

“Are you ok?” “Please don’t ask me that.”

“Where are you going?” “I don’t know yet. But I’ll let you know when I get there.”

“Just because I’m not allowed to do it doesn’t mean I can’t do it. There’s a difference!”

“Enough talking. You came here to play, didn’t you? So, let’s play.”

“He’s dangerous.” “How? He seems nice.” “Exactly; he’s charming. And charm is a man’s most effective weapon.”

“Stop talking, please. Your voice is shrill and piercing and thoroughly unpleasant.” “A simple ‘shut up’ would suffice, you know.”

“I’m having murder thoughts. Come back later.”

“I can’t do it!” “Just shoot your shot, dude. One day they’ll be dead and so will you.”

“I’m so sorry I hurt you.” “Don’t sweat it, I could’ve just as easily have hurt you.” “Well it’s cute that you think that.”

“May I thunder victoriously against him in the battle for your heart, my sweetest one.”

“What’s going on?!” “Just do as I say and ask questions later!”

“All right, that’s it! Your bloodline ends here!”

“This doesn’t look very promising, does it?” “In my humble opinion? No.”

“Is that mistletoe I see?” “I’m pretty sure that’s poison ivy, actually.” “Well, I’m not picky.”

“Am I crazy, or-” “Yes.” “… You didn’t even hear what I-” “Don’t need to.”

“I’ve loved you from the first moment I ever laid eyes on you.” “Wasn’t that at that party when I was hurling my guts out into the toilet?” “Okay so maybe not the very first moment,”

“Hate you.” “Hate you too. Have a nice day, sweetie.” “You too, babe. See you after work.”

“You followed a recipe this time, right?”

“Are we really about to have this discussion again?” “Yes, and we will keep having it until you realize that I’m right and you’re wrong!”

“How did you end up way out here?”

“Let me tell you something.” “Hm?” “If anyone were ever to write a biography about you, it’d be called The Life of a Dumbass. And situations like this are the exact reason why!”

“Why?” “I don’t know why, and I don’t care why!”

“I’ll give you a word of advice: never wear two pairs of socks.”

“I learned at seventeen why you should never ever wear two pairs of socks.”

“I’m a little kerfuffled.”

“That’s a good example of childhood trauma she hasn’t recovered from.”

“Maybe the oldies are onto something with this.”

“I’m forever in your debt, my friend.” “Just buy me a burger and we’ll call it even, okay?”

“I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think you may be overthinking this.”

“I just want to be with someone who makes me want to live. Someone who makes me glad I’m alive, who’ll make me see the beauty of it. Right now, all I can see is the pain. I want to smile again.”

“I thought you didn’t care about me.” “Only you would be stupid enough to think that.”

“I know you’re a little behind the times, but that’s extreme even for you.”

“It’s scary.” “All of life is scary, sweetheart. But you can’t give up.”

“He’s a complete and utter grump and she’s a precious ray of sunshine. It’s meant to be.”

“Whew, glad that’s over!”

“Everyone’s going to see straight through this.” “No way, I paid top dollar for this!” “Where, the dollar store?!”

“I’m really nervous.” “Me too.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.”

“I had a really good time tonight.”

“You look gorgeous. As always.”

“Look, kid, this isn’t personal. It’s just business.” “You stole my grandfather’s ashes!” “Again, nothing personal.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen such a terrible bowler in my entire life.” “Shut up!”

“But just so you know, I intend on being as confusing and annoying as possible the entire time.”

“In terms of sense, there is none detected.”

“I can fix this, I can fix this!” “How?!” “I don’t know, but I can!!”

“Whatever you decide, whether I agree with your decision or not, I’ll support you.”

“Have you seen my bee-jar?” “Your what-now?” “My jar full of bees. Thought that’d be pretty self-explanatory.” “Yeah, I got that part,”

“Being a rational person, I’d strongly advise you against doing this. But I’m also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead.”

“Down, boy.”

“I feel conflicted.” “Why?”

“You obviously aren’t able to take care of yourself right now, so, just for now, I’m going to do it for you. But just know I’m not happy about it.”

“Maybe, just maybe, this was a bad idea.” “You think?!”

“I’ve done a lot of stupid things, but that was by far the stupidest.”

“This is not an insult, just an observation,”

“Oh no! … Anyway.”

“Just seems like everyone’s coming after me these days.” “Wonder why.”

“Room’s a mess, just the way you like it.”

#writing prompts #future reference #dialogue prompts #writers of tumblr #not choices #writeblr

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Oh my gosh! This was awesome! 🤣

This gif explains everything in this edit....

Just the utter transformation after Ethan has kids! I am so in love with Ethan being all for Christmas and having a lighting ceremony for his kids! It's just so aahhh....cute! 🥰

I looooved this, Bree!

Christmas Décor

Keep reading

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #open heart edit #playchoices

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The Tumblr writing community is dying.

It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.

Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.

My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly:

“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”

Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.

That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask.

As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.

For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.

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Possibly dipping into spoiler territory here, but if UB from the future could tell their past selves anything regarding The Detective and them, what would they say? Or what advice would they give?

Much love🙏🏻

Oh, oh, I like this!!

I feel like it is on the spoilery edge, but I love it anyway...hehehe! :D

Adam/Ava: "You are allowed to be loved, especially by them."

Nate/Nat: "They will still love you. It's all right."

Farah/Felix: "Your instincts were right. They came for you."

Mason/Morgan: "You were in love with them right from that moment, you moron."

Some of these are in relation to very specific things that will happen... :D

Thank you so much for the fun ask! :)

#screaming at A's advice because DUH #and N my gosh of course it's alright!#how can MC NOT love you? flaws and all #F's one just makes me squee with delight lol #and M oh M yours is probably my favourite #so so M to say that 😂#these are all so beautiful #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven fandom #my gosh i love these guys so much #twc

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I posted 246 times in 2021

29 posts created (12%)

217 posts reblogged (88%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.5 posts.

I added 511 tags in 2021

#open heart - 86 posts

#ethan x mc - 67 posts

#aworldoffandoms replies - 61 posts

#open heart fanfiction - 59 posts

#playchoices - 59 posts

#thank you! - 43 posts

#ethan ramsey - 43 posts

#choices - 41 posts

#choices fandom - 27 posts

#open heart fanfic - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 107 characters

#let's just say the whole gang are happy and in love and they all are successful because they all deserve it

My Top Posts in 2021

All I Ever Wanted - Ethan x F!MC

Authors Note: So, after a couple people asked if my last prompt could have a sequel...thankfully one of the other prompts fit perfectly so this is part two to Miss You More. I had trouble finding a way to end this one so I hope it’s alright lol. Thanks to the anon who sent this prompt in, whoever you are I hope you like it! 💖 Thank you to everyone who has read, commented and reblogged so far. Your support means everything! I hope you enjoy! I apologise for any spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes. Prompt is in bold.

AO3 WORK

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 996 (I don’t know how to stop)

Prompt: “All I ever wanted is right here in front of me.”

Rating: G

Warnings: Fluff and Ethan being a cute mofo

Tag list at the bottom of this post.

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ALL I EVER WANTED

Boston awakes with the rising of the sun, its streams of light blanketing everything with a soft orange glow as Massachusetts begins the day anew. Bostonian’s are up and well into their morning routines before Nicolette stirs, the sun's rays filter into her room as the everyday noises of life pierce the quiet stillness and finally pulls her out of a pleasant dream of beaches and a shirtless Ethan.

A small groan escapes her throat as she wakes up, the normal disorientation of waking up from a deep sleep clouds her mind and she has to blink a few times to truly understand where she is. She snuggles into the blankets, her face buried into her pillow before she hears something on the other side of the room that makes her heart jump a few beats faster and a lance of panic to shoot through her like an arrow hitting its target bullseye but she relaxes when she finds it’s just her blinds swaying to the calm breezes through the window.

Her blue eyes squint as she regards her alarm clock and she gasps at the time, the sheer magnitude of her sleep-in hitting her and instantly waking her up.

Eleven-thirty! Shit!

Nicolette was looking forward to sleeping in today but she didn’t realise how much sleep she'd actually get. She hadn’t slept in this much since before medical school. It really shouldn’t be a surprise, she reasons. All those late-night study sessions revising for her boards and painstakingly going over each patient file flitter in through her awake mind and she has to shake her head. She can’t feel guilty for sleeping in. She deserves this.

“No point in feeling guilty. Screw studying and the medical boards right now.”

She takes a deep breath and rolls over, her eyes closed against the sun still filtering in through her blinds, the passing sounds of cars and horns and chattering making her smile. It was the sounds of life, of every single person leading their own lives in their own way and Nicolette smiles at the way her life has turned out.

Albeit, she thinks, the last couple of years haven’t been all rainbows and smiles but all of that is worth it for the man that makes her the happiest woman on earth. A dreamy sigh escapes her as a little smile lifts up the corner of her lips. She closes her eyes, face tipped to the ceiling as she marvels at the fact that Ethan Freaking Ramsey was her boyfriend, her best friend, the love of her life, the man she wanted to spend the rest of her—

“You seem awfully happy over there, Rookie.”

Nicolette’s eyes snap open and she bolts upright in bed as a scream escapes her throat at the sight of the lean figure sitting in the chair opposite her bed, his blue eyes intent on her, a gentle amusement shining in them.

“Ethan?! What the—? How? What are you doing here?!”

Ethan grins and runs his palm over his bearded jaw and stands, immediately vacating his spot on Nicolette’s loveseat to sit on the edge of her bed, his hands immediately come up to release the death-grip she has on her duvet and entwines them with his own, squeezing her fingers, his smile is tender as he looks at her and Nicolette’s heart skips a beat.

“Surprise?”

A smirk lines his lips as he says it, a moment away from laughing but his face turns to shock when Nicolette throws herself at him, her eyes burning as a sobbing-laugh explodes out of her chest and she pulls Ethan into her embrace, her arms coming up to close around his neck as he leans into her touch, his palms resting on her back.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow?”

Ethan doesn’t answer her and he leans back, gently brushing some hair behind her ear and smiles warmly at the dishevelled look of his girlfriend, the raw beauty of Nicolette in the morning, hair askew, freckles unbarred by the make-up she occasionally wore to work and her ratty ACDC band shirt she’s had since she was sixteen hiding the perfect curves he so surely missed the last two weeks away at his Medical Conference in L.A.

He’s quiet as he runs his gaze over her and a gentle smile lifts his lips, memorising every little detail that made her Nicolette and his heart warms at what he sees. She was perfect to him. Everything about her drew her to him, like a moth to a flame, a siren call, and he’d gladly lose himself in her call and draw himself into the flames for her. Nicolette was his sun and she was the gravity that pulled him to her every single moment of the day. He was so lucky.

Nicolette just stares back, her own eyes skimming over Ethan’s features, the blue iridescent ocean of his eyes that she gets lost in every single time he looks at her, the shape of his lips that made her heart skip a beat each time he threw her a private smile her way on any given day of the week, the strong line of his jaw that she had a strong fascination with and the beard. Wow. She fell in love, even more, each and every time with that scruff of his.

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Personal Keepsake - Ethan x F!MC

Authors Note: I really don’t know how this one turned out. I’m not sure I like it but I did it anyway because I want to get over this writers block so much haha. It’s probably one of the worst examples of my writing and I feel like I repeat myself alot? Idk. Maybe I’m just being paranoid 😅 I don’t know if it makes sense but I hope you like it anyway. Prompt is in bold. An anon sent me this prompt so thanks to whoever you are and I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 656 (+/-)

Prompt: “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

Rating: PG

Warnings: Fluff mainly, a little bit PG because of the mention of sexual intimacy but nothing too heavy. I apologise for any spelling, grammar or punctuation mistakes.

Tag list at the bottom of this post.

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PERSONAL KEEPSAKE

Ethan’s sigh catches in his throat as a yawn takes over the precedent needed to vent his frustration at the incompetence of the new round of interns that fumbled through the doors of Bloom Edenbrook just that morning, his patience and tolerance almost wafer-thin in its strength. Despite the technological advances of Bloom’s work to the new Edenbrook, it sure didn’t stop the idiocy of some of these newbies. It didn’t help that, once again, this case was stumping him. He was the most renowned diagnostician in the country and he was stumbling over it like those aforementioned bumbling interns.

Ethan runs a hand through his hair as his other takes his glasses off his nose to place them on his desk, the tick of the clock is a welcome distraction from the thoughts racing through this head, a dull thud starting at the forefront of his head. If it wasn’t the case that the diagnostics team was on, it was the incessant meetings Leland Bloom continually pulled him in for. Bloom’s research for the incurable was becoming an obsession and Ethan was in the middle of it. Never mind that he had to contend with Doctor Mendoza. The arrogance of that man. Constantly kissing Bloom’s ass made his skin crawl.

If Ethan could punch that guy without getting fired he would, but evidently, he can’t. Not with his colleague underneath the thumb and money of Bloom. Was there no integrity in the workplace anymore? Did everything have to revolve around money? It’s a problem the world suffers from and Ethan has no control over it, as much as he’d like to. He hasn’t had much control for a while now.

Not in his professional life or personal for that matter. Nicolette made sure to separate both, and if he was being honest? He needs the distance of both being Doctor Ethan Ramsey and just Ethan. He’ll always be a doctor, yes, but sometimes, there needs to be a balance.

The bitterness at the day’s misfortune instantly evaporates at the thought of his girlfriend. The only constant thing that made him happy was the woman that had been by his side since the beginning. Ethan still kicks himself repeatedly when he realises what a stubborn fool he had been when it comes to Nicolette. He almost lost her and all for what? Because of his constant need to be professional, his rules, his need to ‘control what he could control’? All for the sake of Nicolette’s career? Such trivial foolishness on his part.

Ethan smiles at the three years since he met her and he still marvels at her beauty. The way her hair glows in the sun, the colour of a warm sunset about to dip below the horizon, and the sparkle in her green eyes that make his heart stutter and stop all at the same time and the coy little seductive smirk she does each and every time he comes home makes him smile, his stomach warming and filling with butterflies and mixing to together to create that delectable chemistry that sparked from his skin to hers each time they touched.

He runs a finger over his lips at the thought of their tryst just that morning and a pleasant shiver runs through him. What he wouldn’t give to be wrapped up in Nicolette right now, her soft supple skin warming under his touch, her sighs and moans echoing in the bedroom.

He’s been much more cavalier about his open affection to Nicolette ever since he kissed her in front of the entire hospital but he finds that he doesn’t care. He made a vow to himself ever since he saw her almost die in front of him that he would never take her for granted again and he keeps that promise every day. No matter where they are he always makes sure to affirm his need for her, whether a fleeting touch of a hand, a simple text at night (although he stilled loathes texting...but he’ll do it for her) or a quick peck to Nicolette’s lips before they went their separate ways, she off to the resident’s lounge and he off to his office in the diagnostic wing. They were simple gestures but all the more precious to him.

Despite the welcome distraction that thoughts of Nicolette bring him, Ethan can’t help but feel a sliver of that earlier frustration and he grunts as he steps away from his desk and walks out the door.

I need coffee. I can think better when I have caffeine.

Ethan makes his way to his favourite coffee shop just down the road from Edenbrook and he breathes in the aroma of cocoa beans and cinnamon and he already feels better. The barista sees him and smiles, nodding to him because of his regular status among the staff as having the same order each time. Ethan relishes the fact that he doesn’t have to wait in line to order and he steps off to the side to let the queuing people wait in line.

His pager beeps but he ignores it as he fishes out his wallet to pay, but his hands pause their search for his credit card when they alight on the photo of Nicolette and himself perched in the transparent laminate pouch. His heart warms at the sight and his lips follow upwards as he stares at it. It’s one of his most personal keepsakes. The most, in his opinion, beautiful of all the photos that he has taken of Nicolette. It was the time in Miami. The time where he knew his attraction to her was becoming overwhelming, the constant struggle to keep her away but the need to do anything to have her near.

His finger gently strokes the small polaroid and his mind goes back to that time, all those years ago. They had taken the day to see the sights and walk along the beach that wound around the resort the afternoon before the conference gala. Ethan had been weighing his growing attraction to her while not trying to overtly stare at her beauty as the afternoon sun made her hair glow the most vibrant orange and her green eyes to turn a stunning shade of jade. It took his breath away each time.

Nicolette was smiling, laughing at something Ethan had said about Declan and before Ethan knew what he was doing, he took out his phone and snapped a picture of them both, Nicolette’s face suspended mid-laugh, her face tipped to the evening sun, Ethan’s answering smile directed at her, warmth in his gaze. Ethan marvels at it, all his focus on that one picture before he’s shocked out of it by a voice in his ear and a hand snatching the wallet from his grasp.

“You keep that photo of us in your wallet?”

Ethan almost scowls in disgust at the person who so eagerly violated his personal space but, to his delight, he finds Nicolette, the smile in the photo he was staring at seconds ago, mirrored on her face, a wistfulness to her words that he finds endearing.

“Of course I do, Nicolette. It is our very first photo together.”

Nicolette gives him a confused glance, her mouth twisting down in a frown. “But...we weren’t together then? I mean, you weren’t willing to admit anything yet and we were just talking on the beach and when you took it I assumed you just did it for the sake of it…”

Ethan chuckles at her stammering and he steps closer to give her a kiss on the forehead, gently lifting his wallet out of her fingers and tucking it in his pocket, his credit card in hand.

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Miss You More - Ethan x F!MC

Authors Note: Heeey! It’s been a while guys! How are you? I come bearting gifts in the form of this OH fic! This prompt was requested by the lovely, @messrprongs so I hope you like, lovely lady! 🥰 Thanks for sticking with me, guys! It means a lot. Hope you all enjoy! I don’t know how I feel about this one either and i don’t know if it’s ‘swoon-worthy’ but do let me know if it is or isn’t coz I’ll do better lol. Prompt is in bold.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 906 (+/-)

Prompt: “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

Rating: PG

Warnings: Fluff mainly. Nothing too heavy.

Tag list at the bottom of this post.

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MISS YOU MORE

Nicolette yawns as she takes off her white lab coat and hangs it up in her personalised locker in the resident’s lounge, her eyes heavy with fatigue and her bones just as tired after the forty-hour shift. Her hair is a tied up mess on the top of her head, her make-up all but smudged (which she didn’t care about at this point) and all she wants to do is go home and sleep for ten years.

She thanks the big man upstairs for allowing Naveen to give her a day off tomorrow. Who would have thought being a third-year resident would make her just as exhausted and mentally tired as in her first year? It didn’t help that with the added stress of the medical boards coming up in six short weeks, the added pressure wasn’t entirely the best thing when you had to work non-stop and rarely got a solid eight hour sleep at night.

“I am so ready to fall into bed and never wake up again.” Nicolette’s words drip with her fatigue and it doesn’t take long for her roommates to agree and slip out the door quietly, leaving only her and Sienna in the lounge, eager to get home at the of their beds and sleep.

“See ya at home, Nicolette, Sienna…” Jackie gives a parting wave while Elijah gives them a fleeting smile, Jackie following behind sluggishly, her jacket thrown over her shoulder.

Sienna mumbles against her locker, her forehead pressed to the cold metal to soothe her aching head. “You and me both, babe. My eyes feel like they are going to fall out of my head, I’m so tired.”

A laugh escapes Nicolette’s throat, but it’s dry and brittle and she grimaces at the sound. “I’m right there with you, Sienna. Let’s go home, yeah?”

Sienna gives her a tired smile while she loops her arm through Nicolette’s and they slowly make their way out of Edenbrook, their steps dragging in their exhaustion. Nicolette’s eyes almost sting from the heaviness of sleep-deprivation but she manages to shake away the urge as she slips her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it, her heart sinking to find no new messages or notifications from the last few hours.

It’s quiet for a while, just the sounds of their footsteps permeating the cold sting to the weather as Boston slips into the first stages of winter. Nicolette feels eyes on her and she looks up to see Sienna glancing at her from the corner of her eye.

Nicolette wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t have the energy to do it so she just sighs. ��What is it, Sienna?”

Sienna’s expression stalls and then she lets out an embarrassed little laugh but then squeezes Nicolette’s arm affectionately.

“I know what you’re looking for and I’m saying to you that you should ring him instead of you waiting for him to reply. You know how hopeless he is with technology, little own texting.”

Nicolette waits a few moments, drinking in Sienna’s words until she nods and puts her phone back in her bag, her breath crystallizing in the air as she exhales. “I suppose you’re right, Sienna. I’ll call him before I go to bed.”

Sienna raises an eyebrow at her obvious fatigue as her steps grow more lethargic. She pulls Nicolette closer so they can share warmth to defend against the crisp Boston weather. “That is if you can stay awake for that.”

Nicolette scoffs. “Of course I will, Sienna! I’m a senior resident at Edenbrook Hospital. I solve the most puzzling cases on a daily basis and you think I can’t even wait up to call my own boyfriend? Geesh.”

Sienna giggles loudly as they step onto the T in the direction of their apartment.

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RING! RING! RING!

Nicolette bolts upright in her bed, her hair a mess, her blankets twisted around her ankles and she’s more than certain that she has dried drool on the side of her mouth but she doesn’t think about that for long, all she wants is that damn ringing to shut up so she can go back to sleep.

Nicolette blinks her eyes open and turns to the sound, hand raising to shut the noise off but when her eyes focus, albeit slowly, her heart skips a beat at the face on the screen and she smiles at the sight, lunging for the phone as she clears her throat a few times to dislodge the thickness of sleep coating it.

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I finished With Every Heartbeat and my heart is broken. I was sobbing through the whole thing. Wow. What a story.

That's how you write a story, PB. It was compelling and beautiful and sweet and deals with real life issues. This story hits close to home as I've had a front row seat to the Big C and what it does to your loved ones. So experiencing and reading this book was a bit hard but I got through it. It was sad, yes, but I'm glad I did it. Each chapter was better than the last and my god, the music was amazing. My heart clenched each time I heard it.

I love Dakota and this story so much.

Wow. Amazing work, Pixelberry.

So, I'm going to go to bed now and think about my life and how much I love Dakota and this book.

Bye.

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Expecting the Unexpected - Ethan x F!MC

Authors Note: This is set after Book 2 so I’m doing my own spin lol. I’ll be posting all my prompts in a post instead of answering all your prompt/asks! I hope that’s okay. I am excited to get started! Bear with me, though, as some might take longer than others (bc y’know...writers block lol). Thanks for the prompt, @princess-geek! I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you like it! 💖 Apologies for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Prompt is in bold.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC [Nicolette Valentine]

Word Count: 1, 984 (+/-) give or take (i don’t know how to write less than a 1,000 words apparently)

Prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.”

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst and a little fit of fluff, maybe?

Tag list at the bottom of this post.

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EXPECTING THE UNEXPECTED

This is so not happening…

Nicolette’s leg bounces in her anxiety as she bites her nails to blunt stubs, the last ten minutes flashing through her head once again as she sits on the bathroom floor, her head in her hands, breathing slowly through her mouth as to not feel nauseous for the upteenth time in a week.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares at the stick resting on the tiled floor beside her, a million thoughts and a million emotions zip through her like lightning and her breath catches again at the knowledge of seeing two pink lines. She quickly squeezes her eyes shut, as if that would banish the memory of it, however, the effort is wasted as she feels the weight of it beside her, the little white plastic life-changer burning a hole through her cheek.

Panic seizes her, the feeling gripping her like a vice around her lungs, cutting the air off and she gasps against it, clawing at her throat. A sob rips out of her throat once the panic has loosened its hold against her lungs and she takes a huge gulp of air. There is a twisting feeling in her stomach, like hands had wrapped around it and she gives a jolt before she bolts up to her knees to sink her face into the toilet bowl, emptying what was left of the meal she had with her roommates for breakfast, silent tears falling down her face.

She startles at the knock on the door. “Nicolette? Are you okay?”

No. I’m not.

She wants to follow her thoughts and speak the truth but she decides against it and she wipes her mouth with some toilet paper and clears her throat, grimacing against the burn of the bile still lingering in her throat.

“I’m fine, Sienna. I’ll be out in a minute.”

There is concern lining Sienna’s voice and Nicolette, despite the life-changing results she couldn’t foresee making her unravel, smiles. If there was anything she was grateful for at this moment, it was Sienna.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You’ve been in the bathroom for fifteen minutes. I’m starting to worry. We all are.”

Nicolette’s legs wobble as her nausea hits her in one fell swoop and she catches herself on the vanity, her arms at least giving her leverage to keep herself upright and she holds onto it for dear life, her legs regaining some semblance of strength to stand up straight.

“Again, I’m fine, Sienna. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay. We are leaving at five to go to Edenbrook. Will you be coming with us?”

Nicoette’s stomach swoops again at the thought of work and she thinks she’s going to vomit but she closes her eyes against the feeling and breathes through her nose, the air flowing through her lungs and grounding her in a way that settles her stomach.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair, placing the positive pregnancy test deep into the trash bin beside the toilet, taking extra care to cover it up. She loves her friends but they are all so nosy. “Yes. Just give me a second.”

“Okay, Nic. Be quick.”

Shit.

She has to go to work and see Ethan. The man that had taught her so much, annoys the crap out of her, makes her want to scream and shake his shoulders at his stubborn stalwart ideals and beliefs because they are more than often outdated (especially about family and love) but more than anything, he makes her laugh, makes her smile, and above all...he makes her happy than she ever thought possible.

Her heart swells with the intense emotion she feels for him, the day seemingly almost a bit brighter but it is eclipsed by the fear of the unknown. Of the fact that she is now pregnant with his child and she has no idea how to broach the subject to him.

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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