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headoverheelsforramsey · 2 years

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Dil Na Jaaneya ~ The Heart Doesn't Know

Book : Open Heart Book 1 (Set between ch. 10 & 11)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Tensions run high between Ethan and Meera as a Valentine's Day Compatibility Quiz bring their feelings to the surface.

Category : Fluffy Angst

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 3808 (this is longer than I wanted it to be but it'll be worth it I promise)

Trope : Valentine's Day, Pining

A/N 1 : Valentine's fic in September who am I? 😂 This is a request from dearest Ruby @starrystarrytrouble from this prompt list, still accepting requests if y'all want to send some in. Thank you so much for sending it, the prompt will appear in bold. ❤️

A/N 2 : This fic is inspired by Never Have I Ever season 3 episode 3, if you have watched it you know exactly what I am talking about. This is also my late submission for @choices-september-challenge-blog Day 2 : Cliffhanger Ending. Buckle up and get ready for the Angst, Happy Reading! 💜

Song inspo for title :

Out of all the things in the world Meera certainly did not expect the burst of pink, red, glitter, roses and balloons all over the hospital lobby when she stepped into it for a twelve hour shift. It was too early for all the cheer of celebrating a consumerist and frankly stupid holiday and she didn't need the reminder of being single. Well not exactly single, after the Miami conference but it was complicated to say the least.

Pushing all such thoughts away, Meera mentally prepared herself for a long shift because such holidays tend to bring out the stupidity in people and the hospitals have a field day, also being an intern she didn't have the luxury of staying in bed all day and finishing three pints of ice-cream like she would very much have liked to.

Putting on her best pre-coffee smile Meera approached the nurses' station to log in for the day. Marlene handed her several case files and a glittery pink envelope with a heart in the center and her name printed in bold elegant letters.

"What's this?" Meera asked, intrigued.

"Oh! You remember that HR evaluation sheet everybody had to fill out a couple of weeks back?" Marlene said clearly excited.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, it wasn't actually for HR. It was a compatibility test to see who you are most compatible with among the entire EB staff!"

"Wow!" Meera put on a fake smile clearly not being able to understand the enthusiasm behind this.

"I know! Right? The nurses organized it, I mean we all work so hard we should get the opportunity to play as hard right? Listen," Marlene leaned in conspiratorially, "just let me know, who you got there and I'll give him your number. You gotta loosen up girl! Go out, have some fun!"

"Thanks Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know," Meera smiled back, moving away from the nurses' station and heaving a sigh of relief as soon as she turned away.

"So now we are getting scammed at work?" Meera walked into the locker room, clearly frustrated.

"Yup, the day isn't far when they'll make us sign bonds for our organs in the name of HR evaluations," Jackie scoffed while tying her shoes.

"Exactly! I mean please let just agree that this quiz is stupid and it's like a bunch of high school crap."

"I think it's sweet," Sienna said, "Look who I got!" she said excitedly, passing the card to Meera.

Your Perfect Match is : DANNY CARDINAL (78% compatible)

"OMG Si! Way to go!" Meera enveloped her fellow dolphin in a hug.

"Hey Sienna," Danny's voice makes them break apart. "I got you too!" he said smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?" Sienna managed to say, as colours rose to her cheeks.

"Aww, look at you two!" Meera was so happy for her friend.

"Whatever, dude," Jackie rolled her eyes. "I still think it's stupid."

"Actually, it's quite scientific, this quiz was made on the basis of a study conducted by MIT researchers on human behavior and psychology," Danny informed.

"I don't think it's stupid," Landry now joined in the conversation. "See, who I got," he held up his card for everyone to see :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (53% compatible)

Meera's eyes went wide and she could not help but feel a pang of jealousy hammer against her heart. The others in the locker room also went still with shock.

"I mean he is my medical idol, and I think he'll appreciate the scientific compatibility that is between the two of us," Landry rambled on alone.

"You know what, I think I'll show this to him today and maybe ask…" suddenly conscious of the silent locker room and everyone's eyes on him, Landry shoved the card inside his scrub pocket and awkwardly left the room.

"Wow, that was a surprise," Sienna broke the silence with a concerned look at Meera.

"Yeah, he actually rigged the test," Danny said.

"He did what?" the jealousy in Meera's heart slowly dying down.

"He actually bribed one of the nurses to get into Dr. Ramsey's answers and tried to match it up," Danny informed once again.

"See another reason why this is dumb," Jackie bit into her apple.

"Anyways, Si, if you are free tonight, maybe…" Danny paused clearly looking nervous, "we can get drinks?"

Meera could see the happiness in Sienna's eyes.

"Sorry Danny, I have plans with Wayne tonight," Sienna answered, unable to look at him directly. "But let's reschedule? First round on me!"

"Sure, of course," Danny smiled, "I'll get back to work."

"You okay, Si?" Meera asked as she plopped on the bench.

After taking a few deep breaths Sienna answered, "yeah, but enough about me, tell me who you got?"

"Me? Si that's not necessary."

"Yes Bose, I want to know too," Jackie smirked.

"It's no one… I don't even know him…"

"Now you are making me even more intrigued."

Jackie's words seemed to corner Meera as she desperately searched her brain for an answer.

"Hey, hey, what's up everybody?" Bryce's jovial voice, seemed to dissipate the tension.

"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you this is a no scalpel jockey zone," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Jokes on you because I am not alone today, meet my friend Lucas."

Meera looked upto see a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking deep into hers. On eye contact Lucas looked down shyly, that’s when Meera took in the man’s physique. Well built, almost at the same height as Bryce and brown locks adorning the forehead.

“Go on buddy,” Bryce patted his back encouragingly.

Lucas approached Meera and handed her the now familiar envelope. Confused, Meera opened it to reveal :

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (85% compatible)

“Just a heads up, Lucas here has had a crush on you since the beginning, but never got the courage to approach you, and you know with the impersonation of cupid that I am, I couldn’t sit with my arms folded,”Bryce gloated.

Lucas looked up hopefully at her. Suddenly aware of all the eyes boring into her, Meera did the only thing her brain could come up with.

“Lucas!!” Meera put on the biggest smile she possibly could. “You know, I got you too,” she turned to look at Jackie. “What a coincidence.”

“Really?” Lucas’s smile could light up a village, “Listen, if it’s okay with you… would you… like…” Lucas gulpped “like… to… go out with me… tonight?“

Oh shit! Meera thought, what else was she expecting? Come on brain think of something. Just as she was about to open her mouth Lucas’ pager went off.

“Sorry!” he hurriedly looked at it. “I need to go,” he smiled leaving the rest of the interns.

“So? What do you think Bose? Did I do a good job?” Bryce winked.

“Sure,” Jackie answered instead, “he looked like he would suffer an aneurysm, if Meera said no. I just don’t see how they are compatible, again more proof that this whole thing is stupid.”

“Its not stupid, and I am going to prove it to you,” Bryce handed his card to Jackie.

Jackie skimmed over it and handed it over to Meera with a dry laugh. “Good luck meathead, you’re gonna need it.”

Your Perfect Match is : INES DELAROSA (69% compatible)

“But Ines is… “ Sienna tried to warn Bryce but Jackie’s one look made her stop.

Ines poked her head into the locker room, “guys rounds in ten.”

“Hey, Ines,” Bryce leaned against the door frame. "I know, I should start with Dr. Delarosa but let's just skip beating round the bush. So you know this little compatibility test going around the hospital?" Bryce handed her his card and a very shocked Ines accepted it. "What do you say to a little wine and dine tonight?" Bryce completes with a bow.

"Wow!" Ines is still a little dumbfounded. "I am going to try to make this as gentle as possible, Dr. Lahela I hate to break it to you I am gay."

"Wh-what?"

"And even if I wasn't, you wouldn't be my type," Ines handed him his card back and left with a polite smile.

"Damn!" Sienna said.

"He certainly did not expect that," Meera laughed as Bryce still could not comprehend what had just happened.

"She is joking right? Playing hard to get?"

"No, meathead," Jackie hit his arm playfully. "That's why I said this whole thing is just stupid."

Bryce watched Jackie intently. "Who did you get Varma?"

"How is that relevant?" Jackie became defensive at once.

"You have been against this quiz the whole time and it makes me very intrigued to know who is on your card."

"So what? Bose thinks it is stupid too."

"Yeah but we know her perfect match, yours though remains a mystery."

"And that's the way it'll stay," Jackie tries to make a run for it but Bryce easily blocks her and plucks the card out from her white coat pocket.

"Hey! Give that back!" as Jackie protested, Bryce tossed the card towards Meera who opened it at once :

Your Perfect Match is : HARPER EMERY (77% compatible)

"Jackie! This is good," Meera exclaimed. "She is smart, intelligent, attractive and totally your type why are you hiding this?"

"Yeah but she is Harper Emery," Jackie plucked the card out of Meera's hand. "Like the Harper Emery, chief of medicine, our boss. Do you think it's ever going to work out?"

Meera knew that was a rhetorical question but boy did it hit home.

"Yeah she is smart, intelligent and attractive but I don't even know if she likes women? And I am not about to embarrass myself like Lahela here," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Aww, Jackie!" Sienna started approaching her.

"Don't try to hug me Trinh," Jackie warned. "Let's just get to work and get over with today."

As the interns slowly emptied the locker room. Meera could not help but look at her own envelope. Intrigued, she had opened it on the elevator itself and the name on it had left her speechless. With a deep breath she opened it once again :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (98% compatible)

She moved her fingers over his name as memories of Miami seeped back in. She dried off the single tear that escaped, before securely putting the envelope in her locker and putting on her white coat.

As the day moved on the cheer of Valentine's Day didn't seem to die down. Patients had caught onto the compatibility quiz and pestered to know the answer for every doctor they met. The gossip and rumor mill was actively running with all sorts of news.

Meera had just finished a consult and was discussing the case with Sienna when she spotted him. Standing at the nurses' station, frustration clearly marked all over his face, trying to make quick work of the charts he is signing. But what happened next kept the entire hospital reeling.

"Dr. Ramsey…" Landry approached Ethan.

"Yes?" he said without looking up from his chart.

"So… you must have heard about the compatibility test going around the hospital today?" Obtaining no reaction from Ethan whatsoever Landry continued, "you know it's developed by MIT researchers and… it's highly scientific." Landry stopped to inhale, "and I know how much you… love… scientific analysis, so…" he then tried to open his envelope and takeout his card but dropped it and another couple of charts instead.

After muttering a curse under his breath he stooped down to pick it up. When he finally stood again, he saw Ethan's blue eyes staring into his, expression unreadable as always.

"So…" Landry extended his card with shaking hands, "I just wanted… to… let you know… scientifically you and… I… are compatible," he stopped to see if there was any change in expression, but it remained the same.

"And if you… umm you… you…" as Landry grasped for his next words, Ethan Ramsey cleared his throat.

"Are you done with this? Dr…" his heavy baritone voice making the entire hospital silent.

"Olsen," Landry completed in a timid voice, handing him his card.

"I can take this off your hands," Ethan takes the card and rips it off in half and that half in another half until nothing but pieces of paper remain scattered on the floor. "Your hands were so full with that you seemed to have lost track of your actual duty, what you are paid to do," he said handing atleast two dozen case files to Landry. "These are your assigned cases for the day, I want them all done before you leave the hospital premises today, get back to work Dr…"

"Olsen," Landry's voice now so small he himself couldn't hear it.

"Yes, Olsen, get back to work, you have a long day ahead."

With that Ethan Ramsey made his way towards the elevator leaving behind a shocked, silent audience of hospital staffs. But not before he stole a glance at the familiar brown eyes, and curly hair. Before his eyes could wander further down her body, he schooled his features and left.

Ethan walked into his office. The heavy glass doors cutting off the hospital noises and providing him respite from the horrendous holiday being celebrated all over. He sighed at the sight of the pink envelope peeking from the middle of his stack of paperwork.

He wanted to throw it away, tear it even but he found his heart betraying his brain as he reached for the envelope and put it securely on his inner left coat pocket. The envelope now rested over his heart, ironically mocking the person he is slowly growing to be.

He could hear her infectious laughter, echoing from the walls of the abandoned new wing of the hospital. Ethan stopped at the threshold of Naveen's cabin, drawing in a breath, he put on a professional face.

"Keep it down Naveen, you are going to give away our secret hiding spot."

"I can't," Naveen doubled down with laughter, "you have to listen to what this Lahela guy did today!"

As Naveen and Meera share another laugh, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Any new updates, Dr. Bose?"

"Yes!" Meera quickly goes back to her game face, "the oxygen level seems to improve and so does the sodium-potassium levels, I think we should stick to this treatment plan for a few more days."

"Boring!" Naveen comments as Meera hands over the tablet for Ethan to review. "Give me more details Meera, who did the others get on their compatibility test?"

"You seem interested enough," Ethan says nonchalantly.

"Ofcourse I am! I might be in the hospital but I miss all the shenanigans and gossip! You know, Meera if I was still there, I bet I would have atleast a dozen matches!"

"Sure Dr. Banerji," Meera chuckled, "I am sure you have a lot of game."

"Yes I do! And I believe to pass some of it onto my mentee as well but he seems to not enjoy it. Please tell me Ethan, I'm fortunate enough to know who is on your card?"

"No."

"You are no fun! Meera here is gonna share with us. Won't you dear?"

Meera's heart skipped a beat, she nervously sneeked a glance at Ethan. He seemed engrossed in the chart but she could swear he looked up to meet her eyes for a split second.

"Come on! Don't deprive an old sick man of gossip," Naveen's voice cut through Meera's train of thoughts.

"Lucas Whitlock," Meera said, keeping a close eye on Ethan out of the corner of her eyes.

"Who?" Ethan shouted in his head as Naveen actually said it.

"He a surgical intern and one of Bryce's friends."

"So how is this Lucas? Is he handsome? Did he ask you out?" as Naveen launched into a string of questions Ethan adjusted the dosages of the medicines and quickly took his leave.

No matter how much he tried convincing himself, his heart still wasn't ready to handle the image of her with someone else.

Meera sat on one of the benches in the locker room giving her joints a much needed massage. She looked at the red bodycon dress hanging in her locker and didn't know why her heart sank at the thought of getting ready to go out with Lucas. She was very much tempted to go home and spend the night with ice-cream like she had originally planned.

A soft sob drawed Meera's attention towards the bathroom. A decked up Sienna made her way out and Meera jumped to her feet to help her sit down.

"Hey, hey, hey Si. What happened?"

"Wayne…" Sienna dabbed at her eyeliner stained cheek, "he can't make it… again!"

"Oh Si!" Meera pulled her in an embrace as she emptied her heart out. "It's okay, he doesn't deserve you."

As the tears dried up Meera helped Sienna clean up her makeup. "You know what we should do? Let's get the biggest pint of ice-cream and put on a sappy movie! The best way to celebrate Valentine's Day!" Meera tried making her friend smile.

"No! I can't do that to you. You have been through so much lately you deserve to have fun!"

"We will have fun Si! We don't need no man! And you out of all people know that I can't go out with Lucas." Meera sighed a distant look on her face.

"Don't do this to yourself Meera," Sienna reached for her hands. "I know what's going on in your heart, but that shouldn't stop you from having fun. Go out, enjoy yourself! It doesn't have to mean anything."

"Okay," taking in a deep breath Meera said. "but on one condition, you will have to go out with Danny."

"Meera! It's not the same."

"Take your own advice Si. Just go out and have fun, it doesn't have to mean anything."

The dolphins shared a long look and after some more encouragement from Meera, Sienna agreed.

"Yay!" Meera squealed. "Let's fix your make up."

Sienna chuckled as the two of them got ready.

Meera stood at the hospital lobby, waiting for her "date". It felt weird even if she didn't say it out loud. She looked around, the compatible test had actually helped a lot of people get into the Valentines spirit.

"Wow!" a voice caught her attention. Dressed in jeans and a blazer Lucas could easily blend in with the crowd but once you meet those brown orbs he is hard to be missed. "You look…"

"very appropriate" the voice in her head completed.

"amazing!" Lucas said.

"You look great too," Meera manages a smile.

"You ready to go?" he extends his hand.

Meera nods, avoiding his extended hand. As the two stepped towards the exit Meera looks back at the hospital one last time for that night only to find the pair of Miami blue eyes on her from the balcony on the second floor. Her world seemed to stop as she sensed regret in those eyes but it was all gone too soon. He carefully looked at her one last time as if memorising each and every detail before moving out of her vision.

"Hey, you okay?" Lucas asked concerned since she hadn't moved in the past two minutes.

Meera gives a small nod and heads out of the hospital with long strides not looking back to see if Lucas was following her.

The night seemed to be going well? If by well it meant trying to stay sober even after having too many drinks. Lucas was great, they had pleasant conversation and he was great company but yet all Meera could think about was her boss' face and the look in his eyes. Yeah boss she'd drink to that Meera smiled to herself picking up her glass and bringing to her lips.

"Earth to Meera!" Lucas' voice broke Meera out of her trance not for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry!" Meera felt really guilty, "I am just a little distracted."

"Yeah a little," Lucas shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Damn! You make even the nicest of people loose their calm. What an awful person are you?

"Wanna dance?" Meera offered.

"Sure. Why not," she was relieved to see the smile back on Lucas' face.

Meera took his hand this time and made her way to the dance floor. Their rhythm was out of beat sometimes but Meera was starting to have fun. After a few songs the music in the bar shifted to a slow romantic one and Lucas pulled her close in an embrace.

Suddenly it wasn't fun anymore, Meera felt her throat closing up, but before she could protest, she found Lucas leaning in waiting for her to meet him halfway.

I'm beginning to realize… there are some things that are worth any risk.

"I'm sorry," she uttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I have to go," Meera untangles herself.

"Meera, wait! Did I make a mistake? We can work it out, I promise."

She nods negatively, unable to look at him, "I made a mistake and I'll have to rectify it." She rushes out of the bar as tears break free from her eyes.

On the other side of Boston, Ethan Ramsey entered his dark, lonely alcove. Not feeling the need to turn the lights on he stood in front of the floor to ceiling window which illuminated a magical picture of the Boston skyline but prevented the Valentine cheer to enter the soulless apartment.

He closed his eyes desperately trying to remove the scandalous image of one doey-eyed intern clad in luxurious red, hugging and amplifying each of her curves and the things he could do to her if… if he allowed himself to.

Shaking his head he headed into the kitchen, he needed a stiff drink or even two if he wanted to survive the night. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and settled down to nurture a glass of his favorite scotch, when the familiar pink envelope caught his eye.

He had no one to hide from here, he was all alone, with that thought he swiftly opened it. His heart hurt for the umpteenth time that day as he read the word imprinted over and over again.

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (97% compatible)

Just as he was about to pour himself another glass to drown in his sorrow, a knock on his door made him stop. Surprised and confused he opened the door and was met with Meera.

Her eyes now red to match her dress, hair all over her face and heels on one hand.

"Hi," she said in a shaking voice.

"You shouldn't be here," it took every ounce of strength for him to utter those four words.

"I know. But I have nowhere else to go."

If you don't know, Harper and Jackie end up together in my universe. 😇

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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Ethan x Meera : @jerzwriter @wanderingamongthewildflowers @takemyopenheart

+ @openheartfanfics, @choicesficwriterscreations, @choices-september-challenge-blog

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. 💜

P.S. : I know I am a little behind on my reading but I promise to catch up on it during the weekend. 💕

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permanentcrossfics · 3 years

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Twelve Hours In Miami // h.s.

You looked at the alarm clock next to your bed. “It’s 6:15.”

He had the grace to look at least a little embarrassed. “Yeah, but… it’s my last day here. And I haven’t seen you once.”

“You were busy,” you said automatically, a familiar excuse that had become rote at some point. “We were--”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat. Busy, busy, always busy. “But my flight’s not until this afternoon, so I thought… my morning’s free, and if you want to….”

“What time is your flight?”

Eleven, twelve, one…?

“Five.”

“Five!?”

“Thirty,” he confirmed. “That’s when I leave for the airport, anyway.”

He was not serious. He couldn’t be.

“You’re seriously--”

“Going to spend the next twelve or so hours with you, yeah,” he said in one quick breath. “If you’ll let me.”

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The knock on your door was too loud, insistent, and rhythmic for it to be an accident, but it was too early for it to be anybody you’d want in your room.

Whatever it was in the Miami air, it’d absolutely drained you of all energy. Every night since you’d landed, you’d passed out at 11:00pm, sharp, and slept until around 7:30 or 8:00 in the morning, and the only reason you got out of bed then was the only reason you were even in the city to begin with.

“Work trip? To Miami?”

Harry had brightened considerably when you mentioned when and where you’d be going for a quick turnaround, and you hadn’t understood why until he told you what wasn’t quite public yet. He’d be working, too, and his calendar was full (he’d absolutely deserved the ribbing you gave him when he told you that), but, “‘S’nice sometimes, y’know? To have a friend around?”

Friend. You hadn’t seen your friend in the three days it’d been since you landed. Even despite being in the same hotel. Even despite having pockets of time in both your schedules that worked, and while part of it might be your fault and your inability to stay awake, part of it was just… timing.

So much of what was between you could be boiled down to timing and lack thereof. Why would a weekend be any different? Why, on this weekend, would you be able to make it work when he had meetings and events jammed in and you had obligations of your own? Why would now work any better than the other opportunities that had fizzled despite every hope, effort, and intention?

The knocking continued and you groaned, throwing the blankets you’d been huddled under down the bed as you twisted to look at the hotel alarm clock.

Six in the morning. Six! And they were still going! They’d better be telling you something extremely good or extremely awful to be trying to break down your door this early, but when you glanced through the peephole, your annoyance was tempered with shock and a shot of elation. He was looking up and down the hall, suitcase on the ground next to him and already dressed for the day, and it was then you became aware of how little you were dressed.

“Hang--” You cleared your throat and tapped the door. “Hang on, I’ll be right….” You scrambled back to the armchair you’d thrown your robe on last night to have something on over the camisole and underwear you’d crawled into bed with before twisting the locks and opening the door. “Is everything-- what are you doing here?”

His shoulders rose and fell with his deep breath and you swore you thought his eyes took a quick trip up and down your body. “Morning,” he said, his own voice miles smoother than yours. How long had he been awake? “D’you mind if I…?”

You shook your head and stepped back and he and his baggage disappeared into your room as you closed up. When you rejoined him, he’d deposited his suitcase next to the luggage rack that held yours, and he’d taken off the tinted sunglasses that he had no business wearing so early in the morning, anyway. “Did they kick you out?” you asked, still struggling to grasp for real words that meant anything.

He smiled halfway and shook his head. “No, nothing like that.” Now that he was in your room, you could pay attention to him. His hair looked like it still had a little bit of leftover product in it, but not in a dirty, greasy way. His loose-fitting trousers were fastened snugly right above his hips, but it was the t-shirt that made your mouth go dry and your mind wander. Tight and tucked into his trousers, gloves wished they could fit hands like this fit his torso. It was close, and you could see practically every line and indentation of his stomach and chest.

“Hmm?”

He laughed once. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh.” You took a deep breath. “Why are you here?” you asked.

“Figured I’d come hang out.”

You looked at the alarm clock next to your bed. “It’s 6:15.”

He had the grace to look at least a little embarrassed. “Yeah, but… it’s my last day here. And I haven’t seen you once.”

“You were busy,” you said automatically, a familiar excuse that had become rote at some point. “We were--”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat. Busy, busy, always busy. “But my flight’s not until this afternoon, so I thought… my morning’s free, and if you want to….”

“What time is your flight?”

Eleven, twelve, one…?

“Five.”

“Five!?”

“Thirty,” he confirmed. “That’s when I leave for the airport, anyway.”

He was not serious. He couldn’t be.

“You’re seriously--”

“Going to spend the next twelve or so hours with you, yeah,” he said in one quick breath. “If you’ll let me.”

His eyes were wide and hopeful but guarded, you realized, anticipating the possibility that you might say no.

“I’ve been trying for days.” The quiet confession almost drowned in the deafening silence of the room, and in that moment, you remembered every missed call, every text, every visit to your door that he’d stolen just to see you before he had to run off to an event and you had to crawl into bed. You remembered every fleeting embrace, every missed kiss to the corner of your mouth, every look that had lasted a second too long to be normal and lacked the ability to make him stay. “But we just never… s’never a good time, so I’m making the time for you now. If that’s something you want.”

“Do I want time with you?” You clutched the neckline of your robe like an old woman clutched pearls, and your throat felt tight, full of words you’d swallowed again, and again, and again. Did you want time with him? Of course you wanted time with him. Five minutes, five hours, five days, five years, you wanted anything he could give, but you’d given up on that a little bit. Not on him, but on you.

“Can y’make time?” His throat bobbed and the smile he gave you was crushingly vulnerable even with its self-assured charm. “For me?”

Yes or no. In or out. Carpe diem.

You nodded and it was like a pin had pricked the bubble around both of you, tension easing out in a whistle. Harry shuffled closer and you stood, glued to the carpet in your bare feet, as he lifted his hands. He hesitated for a moment and you saw a glimpse of his tongue held between his lips in thought before he cupped your cheeks. Together, you exhaled, and your eyes closed, heart racing uncontrollably. His hands were warm, sturdy, and soft in their own way, and your lips parted when he drew his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks.

Days after weeks after months after who knew how long, and now he was standing in front of you in a hotel room of all places with less than twelve hours before he had to leave for the airport, but if it was all the time in the world you had….

He kissed you, then, and what little time you had left stood still. A distinct sensation of relief flooded through you, like a geyser that had been waiting to gush, and you sighed through your nose, leaning into his mouth. He’d shaved, but you could still feel the sandpaper of his chin against yours, and it was a sharp contrast to the soft sweep of his tongue into your mouth. For all of five seconds, you couldn’t think, or move, but when he groaned -- deep, throaty, and in a way only he could -- it snapped something in you.

His chest and stomach were firm under your roaming hands, although you liked the softness around his hips best because of the way he sucked in a quick breath. You curled your fingers into the cotton and swayed when he stepped forward and tipped your head back to deepen the kiss further, showing both his hand and his greed, and it was your turn to whimper when he slipped one of his hands down your neck and over your shoulder underneath the robe you’d thrown on. Not anything like the friendly pats and lingering squeezes he’d given you in the past and that you’d returned in kind. There was intent for skin, skin, and more skin in this, and you’d no sooner put your hand on the knot around your waist than he’d joined your fingers with his to pull what you hadn’t realized you’d tied so well.

You shivered when it dropped to the floor, but stretched yourself out against his body when he wrapped his arms ever so carefully around your back. It was like despite having his tongue down your throat (don’t think about it, or you’ll laugh and ruin the moment, you reminded yourself), he still wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you or where he could put his hands. It was sweet -- funny, but sweet, and respectful in a way you hadn’t anticipated but could have, maybe, expected? He was only a man, and common decency was a low bar, but if the situation were reversed, you didn’t know if you’d think or be able to do the same. His arms were crossed over your back at his forearms, but you could sense his palms hovering out to the side even as kisses grew increasingly frantic with nicking teeth and off center meetings of your mouths. Focusing very hard on not losing those, you clumsily squeezed his bicep until he relinquished his hold a bit, but before he could finish his mumbled question, you grabbed his wrist and, without preamble, placed his hand on one of your breasts.

Despite not wanting to lose the kisses -- they were good kisses, needed kisses, kisses you’d waited a long time for -- you both broke and stood there, nose to nose, chests heaving with his hand cupped over your breast. This was….

“S’different,” he rasped and you nodded. Not just friends, not just kissing. You ran your thumb along the back of his hand, over tendons that were struggling not to flex and to squeeze and feel. He must’ve taken the pause as hesitation, because he started to pull his hand away, but you shook your head and held his hand in place before bearing down on it with gentle pressure.

“Ok,” you whispered breathlessly, nodding slightly, and when he kissed you again, he caught your chin, then your jaw, your neck -- all the way down -- and then across your shoulder. You were glad he was holding onto you when your head tipped back as he pulled the strap of your camisole to the side to sponge eager kisses any and everywhere you’d let him, because honestly? If he didn’t have his arm slanted between your shoulder blades, your legs would’ve crumpled from underneath you.

As it was, you both nearly tripped on your robe when you moved backwards towards the bed, and you landed harder than he did. Your laughs were welcome in the moment, though, and did nothing to alter the mood, and you were still giggling when he resumed his kisses. They only quieted when he reached your chest, and for some inexplicable reason, you tried very hard not to breathe as his own and his lips and the tip of his nose dragged and tickled your skin, but when he slipped his fingers under your neckline to tug it down, there was no need to try at all.

“Holy shit,” he uttered under his breath in faint disbelief. You didn’t even have time to process the fact that he was in awe of you, before his lips were on your breasts, moving between them in a very careful, very attentive, almost laughably even way, like he didn’t want to miss anything. Your back arched slightly when he settled against you, body warm and mouth hot between your breasts as he nuzzled, kissed, licked, and sucked, taking his time to learn how they felt and what made you moan. As he explored, you did, too, if less so, but your hands found his hair, and petted his face, and ran up and down his shoulders, arms, and back. It was when his own reached between your legs that you clamped your thighs down over his wrist and he lifted up.

“Ok?” His eyes were dark and his hair mussed -- partially thanks to you -- and the pink flush in his cheeks had nothing on the color of his mouth. His forehead was damp and you belatedly realized your chest was, too, and you could feel yourself quivering with the heat of his hand pressed so intimately against you.

“Yes.” You pressed your hand to his cheek and he turned into your wrist, breathing deeply and kissing your pulse point.

“Is this…?” He swallowed. “I don’t-- we don’t have to do anything more, I only--”

“No,” you rushed to say. “No, I just… wasn’t expecting--”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve--”

“It’s ok,” you said. “I’m ok. I want to, it just felt--” New, different, good, so fucking good, and it’d surprised you.

“Sure?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, and forced your legs to open despite how tense with anticipation they were. You nodded again and let out a slow breath, but he watched you until your eyes closed and your body melted into the mattress. When he finally ran his thumb down your slit through your underwear, you clenched and bit your lip to muffle a sound, lips twitching. This felt… nice. Better than nice, this care and intention stoked something in you that you didn’t remember feeling since you were a frustrated and hormonal teenager raging out of control. He was going to fit the minutes and hours from days and months that had been squandered into every second of the twelve hours you had left, wasn’t he?

Harry pressed his thumb into your clit and rubbed smooth, warm circles over it, and you touched the back of your hand to your mouth. “That’s good,” you mumbled, heartbeat quickening, face crumpling when he increased the pressure slightly. It was when he kissed your abdomen that you whimpered and pushed your hand into his hair, but he kept kissing along the waistband of your underwear, and your belly tensed when he took a deep breath. You weren’t quite aware of when or how he got them off you -- let alone how he’d managed to do so seamlessly and without awkward wriggles or kicks or knees to his face -- but you were very aware of when he finally had you spread open and he was on his stomach between your legs. You were very aware of how hot his breath was on your cunt, and you were very aware of the sound of that first delicate, velvety lick in dead silence. He got through three, maybe four, careful, languid strokes of his tongue in, with his eyes closed in steadfast concentration and his hair falling over his brow before he licked up your slit and finished it with your clit firmly suctioned into his mouth.

Your jaw dropped in awe. “Oh my--!” His lips fluttered and your whole chest opened with your breath. “Ah…!”

He groaned and your eyes watered, and you watched, unable to tear yourself away. He was ravenous -- eating you out like his life depended on it while simultaneously holding back and never giving or taking as much as either of you wanted. Each glide of his tongue was deep and smooth, and each suck hollowed his cheeks for only a moment. You whimpered and pulled your fingers through his hair uselessly to quell the jitters and need to do something. Every time you thought he was going to suckle for a little longer, a little harder, he’d break off abruptly and the inch you’d gained climbing would be erased by your backslide. You were sweating from the effort and duration it was taking -- your breasts and stomach had a sheen on them, and your thighs slipped against the side of his head. His roots were damp and hot, too, to the point where the air conditioner may as well have stopped working, but for all the world he looked like he’d never been happier or more content than he was to be eating your pussy.

“H-Harry….” Your breath hitched, a muted cry caught in your throat when again he released the toe-curling suction too soon for it to matter. “Please, please,” you begged, fingers combing through his hair as your pelvis rolled under his mouth. “I can’t… I wanna cum.” Straight to the point, unable to wheedle or dance around the subject -- it wasn’t like he didn’t have his face pressed into your cunt right then or anything. “I wanna cum, I really--”

His eyes, which had been closed up until that point, slowly opened and locked on you, darker than you thought you’d ever seen them. One of his hands unstuck itself from your thigh and he reached up your stomach and you clasped it in yours, fingers laced tightly with an almost crushing intensity between his as you nodded encouragingly, desperately, mouthing please, please to him. He shifted against the mattress, then, and, still holding your gaze and your hand, he puckered his lips.

The ugliest sound ripped from your chest, but you laughed in almost hysterical relief because he wasn’t stopping -- at long last, he wasn’t stopping, and the pressure and tension tickling your abdomen grew tighter, promising to live to its full potential. “Holy shit!” you breathed, smiling despite yourself. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum… you’re gonna make me cum, I’m-- oh!”

You cried out when he pressed his mouth closer, rutting his face against you in a steady rhythm. The last thing you saw before you closed your eyes were his, and you wheezed and whimpered your way through convulsions with their hunger burned into your eyes as you called out for him. You’d never felt an orgasm like this -- so thorough, deep, and full bodied, and entirely draining.

“Fuck!”

It wasn’t the guttural swear that made your eyes fly open even as the room spun, but the sensation of his teeth against your thigh. Not hard, but sharp, and when you looked at him you found his face screwed up against your leg, rutting against the mattress. Belatedly, your brain put the pieces together -- it wasn’t just his face in your cunt, it’d been his whole body, the whole time, driving himself against the bed in search of his own relief with his mouth full of you and your thigh when he wasn’t whimpering breathless apologies and confessions of how hard he was (“M’sorry-- oh, shit, m’so-- m’hard, m’sorry, love, m’so-- hurts, I just need--!”). He squeezed your thigh with bruising force, letting out keening moans as his shakes turned to shudders, and you knew he was finished when he let out a noise so deep your hair stood on end and he came to a sudden stop with his face still burrowed against your leg.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “F-fuck, s’so… sorry, that’s….” He pressed his forehead into your skin. “That was incredible,” he said, voice thick and unevenly pitched. “You were….”

He picked his head up and wiped his mouth and the tip of his nose with his thumb before slipping it past his lips and sucking lightly, forehead lined in agony. With weak fingers, you tugged the back of his t-shirt, and he crawled on even weaker hands and knees up your body. It was a struggle to get it untucked from his trousers and even worse to get it off his torso from how damp it was, but eventually you did, and you threw it away with a whoosh and a thud. He kicked his worn in white Vans off his feet and they landed with a thunk off the side of the bed, and his trousers were next, and when they were gone, you flattened yourself against him, mouth on his shoulder and leg between his, desperately seeking skin on skin.

“Alright?” He cupped the back of your head. “Ok?” You nodded and he kissed your forehead. “You’re ok,” he mumbled. “You’re good, honey.”

“Are you?” you asked against him. Because he couldn’t stop trembling -- his muscles kept jumping under your touch and his heart was giving its own big band performance in his chest.

“L’be fine,” he said. “Be ok, just need… need a minute.”

Gradually, his heart and yours both slowed and heavy breathing evened out. And the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes for good and slipped under was the time.

6:52. Ten and a half hours to go.

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✨Masterlist✨

Finally my old lady’s ass figure it out how to do a masterlist,so here you go! Updates: Once a week

98% of my writing is smut, so please be a responsible little bean! +18 readers only

Updates: Once A Month

WRESTLING:

Roman Reigns

Not Everything Is What It Seems

Coping With Your Fears

A New Experience

Birthday Surprise

Taking Care Of Business

The Problem That Starts With An B

Who?

What’s Your Bet?

Guess Who?

The Perfect Opportunity

Papa

Miami Nights

To Catch A Thief

Taking The Reins

In Need For A Private Lesson

Never Forget The Rules

The Peace Maker

Sirius

Sirius Part 2

Don’t You Just Love Birthdays?

Blue Is My Favorite Color

Things You Make Me Do

Someone

Prove Me Wrong

Acknowledge Me

A Night To Remember

Mr. Reigns

Eddie Kingston

First Time

Dexter Lumis

Confession

Verlangen

Teaser

Payback

Limited Time

Wardlow

Period Sex

Gentle Giant

Aleister Black/Malakai Black

Watcher

After Hours

Ask Drabble

Feast

Into The Woods

Unsolicited Visitor

Jay Briscoe

One Last Time

Kink List

CNC

Mark Briscoe

Kink List

Fish

Jay White

Better The Devil You Know

Ask Drabble

Sinful Sunday 2

It Will Come Back

Cold Blooded

Temper, Temper

Pop That Cherry

No Good

Inmate

Churchyard

Love, hate, love

Behind The Curtains

David Finlay

No Good

Hook

Under The Water

Ghostly Entertaintment

Back To You

Kenny Omega

Being With The Elite

Matt Jackson

Being With The Elite

Feral

One’s Not Enough

Target

Salty

Salty 2

Salty 3 (ask)

Dawn

Salty 4

Take me to church

Villainous!Matt

Nick Jackson

Sinful Sunday 3

Sinful Sunday 4

Being With The Elite

Yoga Partner Gone Wrong

NSFW Alphabet

One’s Not Enough

It Happened Quiet

Target

Villainous!

A different Nick

Red lights

Take me to church

Good Boys Go To Hell Pt 2

The Purge

Adam Cole

Video Games

Judgment Day

Pretty In Pink

Pink Lights

Damian Priest

Just Pray

First Time....With A Twist

A Night To Remember

Nascosto

MJF

Enjoy The Silence

Tommaso Ciampa

Why So Cynical?

Adam Page

Serve Me

Edge

Absolution

Homecoming

Drew McIntyre

Anger Management Part 1

Anger Management Part 2

A Friend To Help You Freshen Up

Paralysis

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 2

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 3

(Her) Bitter Past

Childhood Games

Paul In Blue Overalls

A Little Reminder

In A Heartbeat

Difficult Times

Would You Fancy A Cup A Tea?

Finn Bálor

A Wise Advise

A High Price To Pay

The Choice

Spa Day From Hell

Our Day Will Come

A Demon, But Also A Brat Tamer

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt.2

Nevermore?

Second Chance

Ilinx

Drunk In Love

Sinful Sunday 1

Salome

Jon Moxley

Fire And Gasoline Part 1

Fire And Gasoline Part 2

A Song For You

New Tricks

Kitty

Like Altair and Vega

Pleasant Surprise

One Bottle To Blame

Red Stains

Sleepwalking

Claudio Castagnoli

Dubious Benefits

Not A Sound

Baron Corbin

Cultural Differences

Seth Rollins

Mrs. M

Maybe It’s Called Fate

Sunset Pt.2

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt. 2

Conquest

The Peace Maker

Rhea Ripley

Seraphic

Work For That

Another Day, Another Lesson

Homecoming

Cash Wheeler

Castle

NSFW Alphabets

Kenny Omega

Jay Briscoe

Eddie Kingston

Malakai Black

SERIES:

ILLICITUS (ROMAN REIGNS X READER - CURRENTLY IN HIATUS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

INSANIA (MALAKAI BLACK X OFC- COMPLETE)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

WHERE I BELONG (EDDIE KINGSTON X READER - IN PROGRESS)

THE BEGINNING OF THE END (ELP X READER X JAY WHITE - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

THE TWELVE DISCIPLES (NICK JACKSON X OFC X MATT JACKSON)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

STOCKOLM (BLACKPOOL COMBAT CLUB X READER)

Prologue

Chapter 1

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD (KENNY OMEGA X OFC)

Prologue

WHAT YOU CAN LEARN (MJF X OFC - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

ALL HAIL TO THE KING (BARON CORBIN X READER - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

CAPITALI POENA (DAMIAN PRIEST X READER - HALLOWEEN SERIES - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM (DAMIAN PRIEST) - TRILOGY

Capitulum I - Hellion

Capitulum II - Tēctus

BOUND (DREW MCINTYRE)

Bound: Part 1 (The Negotiation)

Bound Part 2 (The First Act)

DRABBLES:

Roman Reigns

Ancestral Roots

Baron Corbin

At Your Service

Eddie Kingston

Trigger

I’ve Got To See You Again

Shoop

Matt Jackson

Prettiest Star

Adam Page

Prettiest Star

MJF

Distractions

Lazy On A Sunday Afternoon

Drew McIntyre

Study Material

Seth Rollins

Sunset (pt.2 is in the One Shot’s section)

Turn On The Lights

Dirty Mouth

Damian Priest

Pillow

Fighting

A Little Decor

HEADCANNONS

MASO’S CHRISTMAS LIST - 2021

MASO’S HALLOWEEK - 2022

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Sneaky - Alan 5 Angels (to writtingrose)

DRABBLES (SERIES):

7 DEADLY SINS (COMPLETE)

Wrath (Drew McIntyre)

Envy (Seth Rollins)

Sloth (Seth Rollins)

Pride (Finn Bálor / Prince Devitt)

Greed (Roman Reigns / Tribal Chief)

Gluttony (Jon Moxley)

Lust (Can you guess who it is?)

CAPTIVE (COMPLETE - SETH ROLLINS)

Captive Part 1

Captive Part 2

Captive Part 3

Captive Part 4

Captive Part 5

THE LAST TEST (COMPLETE X READER - JON MOXLEY)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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Ethan x F!MC: Pure Fluff

One Shots N-O

Natural - @utterlyinevitable In the middle of studying for her boards, Ode takes a break to do her laundry. Ethan offers to help, unknowingly reaching for her delicates.

Naughty and nice. - @zealouscanonindeer 🎄 Getting ready for Christmas.

Never Been Kissed - @cariantha 🌟 Ethan helps Sawyer with one of her New Year’s resolutions.

Never better - @perriewinklenerdie Claire catches a cold, Ethan comes over to help her recover. Feat. Caring!Ethan

Never Enough - @caseyvalentineramsey The morning after their lascivious night, turns out to be unexpected in a blissful way. Positions - Ariana Grande song fic

Never Too Soon - @jerzwriter Casey wakes up in the middle of the night to listen in on a conversation Ethan is having with their daughter.

New Horizons - @jerzwriter It’s Kaycee’s last day at Edenbrook. While a friend is there to support her, Ethan and Emma are there to take her home.

Newborn Toys - @potionsprefect Ethan and Victoria but a sentimental item for their twins.

New Year, Same Us - @heauxplesslydevoted 🎇 A look at the Ramseys' NYE celebration.

New Year Wishes - @liaromancewriter 🌟 New Year’s Day is a special time for making wishes that come true.

New Year’s Eve - @starrystarrytrouble 🌟 MC’s at a party, Ethan’s working and midnight is approaching. This is set in the time jump in 2.18. Twelve hours in the mind of Ethan Ramsey on NYE.

New Year, New Beginning - @trappedinfanfiction 🌟 Ethan and Celia celebrate the New Year together.

Next To Me - @potionsprefect After the events of today, Victoria turns to the one person she needs the most. And gives him some home truths.

Nightmare Before Christmas - @ofmischiefandmedicine 🎄 During the most wonderful time of the year, things do not go according to Ethan’s plans. Feat. Sienna Trinh

Night at the Ballet - @liaromancewriter It’s World Ballet Day, and Ethan organizes a special surprise for Cassie.

Night Changes - @alina-yol-ramsey Miami x Hawaii moments

Night Hike - @rookie-ramsey Ethan likes night hiking for some reason.

Nights Like These - @parkerattano

No Place Like You - @drethanramslay

No Promises - @rookie-ramsey MC gets to see Ethan’s baby pictures on a trip to Grandpa’s house.

No Shame - @potionsprefect They’re on this journey together.

No. 1 Patient - @ramseyandrys When MC asked Ethan for help, this is not what he had in mind.

Nochebuena - @writinghereandthere 🎄 Ethan is a nervous wreck when he agrees to meet Mariana’s family for the holidays.

Nochebuena: Deleted Scene - @writinghereandthere The one where Iván lives up to his title as the family gossip and troublemaker ... and makes Ethan sweat and embarrasses Mariana.

None Shall Sleep - @anntoldst0ries In the privacy of the diagnostic’s office, Ethan & Noelle reflect on recent changes around them.

Not a Date - @jerzwriter There’s only one intern that can tame the beast. There is only one person who could make her smile today. TW: Brief mention of illness

Not A Date - @slut-for-drama-and-dick A certain doctor is there to comfort MC in his own way

Not All Heroes Wear Capes - @takeharryandgo Ethan walks in on the superhero scene in pediatrics.

Not calling it what it is - @coffeeheartaddict2 Ethan and Casey have a chat about their future but it does not go according to plan. [2.19]

Not Delivered - @blazerina Learning to navigate life as colleagues and professionals, instead of lovers.

Not much longer - @perriewinklenerdie They can deny it all they want when they are awake, but as soon as they fall asleep, their bodies know better.

Not Ready to Make Nice - @liaromancewriter When Ethan gets hurt, he’s not surprised to find that Cassie isn’t quite as understanding of his predicament.

Not single, huh? - Famous last words - @ambraambrose Set after the TV-Interview in book 2.

Nothing in the Drawers - @potionsprefect The one thing she needs she can’t find.

Now or never - @perriewinklenerdie Feeling as this might be his final chance to make things right with Claire, Ethan risks it all.

Not The Life of This Party - @jerzwriter Ethan gets Kaycee hot and bothered when he tells her he's made a commitment for them. Kaycee loves him, but she's not about to do this.

Not the Right Person - @lucy-268 💘 Various “Celebrations” for Valentine’s Day when you aren’t celebrating with the right person. Feat. Sienna Trinh, Aurora Emery

November First - @jamespotterthefirst She’s homesick on her birthday and he makes her feel better.

Now You Know - @fantasyoverreality98 MC decides to confess her feelings for him.

Nursery - @heauxplesslydevoted Ethan shares how he and Naomi met with their baby girl.

Nyquil & Storms - @agentdumortain

Observation - @potionsprefect Tobias was sure there was something going on between Ethan and Victoria.

Ocean Eyes - @honeyandsunfl0wers A discussion of Ethan’s eyes move on to something more serious.

October Eyes - @drethanramslay First date prompt

October 31st - @jamespotterthefirst 👻 Ethan Ramsey doesn’t do costumes… except maybe for her.

Off the Beaten Path - @jerzwriter Getting stuck in traffic on the way back to Boston teaches Ethan that sometimes detours are the best things of all.

Oh, Christmas Tree! - @socalwriterbee 🎄 Ethan and Tessa's niece (Melody) are on the look out for a Christmas Tree, only to find out that the tree they are looking for his for his home.

Old Habits - @liaromancewriter 🩺 than drops by the Diagnostic Team’s office one too many times after becoming Chief of Medicine, and Cassie puts him to work.

Old Man - @choicesfanaf Ethan wants to find out what certain words mean. Feat. Bryce Lahela

Oh Yeah...There He Is - @txemrn While celebrating his/her first birthday, a few colleagues make note that Baby Ramsey looks and acts just like Tatum. Well, for the most part.

Okay to treat yourself - @amortentiaopenheart 💘 Ethan receives an anonymous gift.

On the East Coast - @potionsprefect The Ramsey family make a trip to Providence.

On The Subject of Love - @utterlyinevitable MC coaxes Ethan into talking about his experience with love during their visit to Leland Bloom’s yacht. [2.6 Rewrite]

On This Winter Night With You - @queenbirbs 🎄 Ethan attempts to decorate his apartment for Christmas and worries himself into the ground about it, as per usual.

One Last Night - @takeharryandgo For a few hours more, they are just people. Set at the end of Book 1.

One Room - @starrystarrytrouble Moments from OH2 and the finale, all set in the same hospital room. Multiple characters and POVs, set across the whole of book 2.

One Step Forward (And then Another) - @gryffindordaughterofathena First vs Last Relationship Epiphany. Their’s has been a love that came with tentative steps and pounding hearts.

Only a Crush - @liaromancewriter Was it just a crush or the start of something more? [1.1]

Only A Kiss - @txemrn An unexpected kiss from a classmate has Ethan thinking it was more; but does she feel the same?

Open Heart Birthday Drabble - @lilyoffandoms

Open Heart Drabble - @lilyoffandoms A drunken night of merriment. Feat. Tobias x F!MC, Bryce x F!MC, and Ethan x F!MC

Operation Surprise Casey - @jerzwriter Sienna and Tobias conspire to help Ethan keep his weekend plans for Casey a surprise.

Otherwise Engaged - @jerzwriter Ethan wants Naveen to help him pick out an engagement ring to present to Casey on the first anniversary of being an official couple, but Naveen gets the message all wrong.

Out in the World - @potionsprefect They head back to the party as a couple

Out of Reach - @perriewinklenerdie Ethan likes to tease Claire for her height. Claire patiently waits for it to bite him in the ass. or: Two moments when they needed each other for their height.

Overhearing they have feelings for you - @writer-ish She overhears Ethan and Harper talking in the DT office. Feat. Harper

Overtime - @the-pale-goddess Doctor Ramsey and Doctor Addams, the epitome of professionalism, are finishing another day with a peculiar case that requires working overtime.

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-- masterlist -- archived, 2020

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single fandom I’ve written for so far. If [mature] or [suggestive] is present in the title/post, 18+ only. If you’re looin for y/n here, you won’t really find it. I prefer to use oc’s in writing most of the time because it’s easier for me.

** the titles in bold and not linked I either haven’t written or I’ve lost the link for. jsyk. I do that so that when/if I get around to writing something, it’s already got a place. It’s weird, I’m weird.**

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

--𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ 1984 ]

xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

--ℂ𝕊𝕀

[ Miami ]

eric delko - tba | fall/winter | mature.

tim speedle - perfect | spring | mature.

[ Vegas ]

greg sanders - tba | fall/winter | mature.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

[ Guardians Of The Galaxy ]

starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

-- ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

archie andrews - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - needed me | spring | mature.

--𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jonathan byers - surrender | summer | mature.

steve harrington - wet | summer | mature.

steve harrington - disaster | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

dean winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- 𝟙𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think.

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ]

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh.

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones.

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst |

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with |

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon |

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f |

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] |

CSI: Las Vegas;

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

#multifandom writing masterlist #masterlist multifandom #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom fanfic writer

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Zerfall - 1/14

Pairing: Bucky x named!Reader (Agent Andromeda) Summary: After Hydra drops virus bombs in 7 major American cities in the height of summer, the team is locked in their emergency bunker for weeks. The virus commonly called the Summer Poison successfully brought the infrastructure to a halt in all big cities. When the virus slowly starts burning itself out SHIELD Agents and Avengers are sent out to bring back order into the cities and the international relationships. Not without hurdles. Warnings for this chapter: Pandemic, mainy people in a small space, fear

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The alarm sirens were blaring in the entire compound, a computer voice repeating the words, “Emergency Level Red, Code Black.” Level Red meant to get into a safe space fast, Code Black meant, “You should probably call your mum and tell her you love her a lot.” The entire team including you and your colleague Agent Magnolia instantly went into action, all silently hoping it was a test. “Friday? What the hell is going on?” Tony yelled out. “Sir, if there was a code double black, I would call it. Get in the bunker!” She urged him through the overwhelming amount of sounds the building was suddenly able to create. The blood drained out of multiple faces, not yours, you were trained for any kind of emergency situation. Not only an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D but also a SAID Agent. Trained for any thinkable Code Black. Agent Andromeda. The door to the bunker was open and after Friday confirmed that everyone had gone through the door Steve closed down the door manually in a blink of an eye. You all looked around, panting from running down the stairs and searching for the bunker entry that opened up. The place was small but big enough to live in for a while if that needed to be done. The room you’d entered was full of tech equipment and two walls full of canned foods and tap with a big filter construction connected to it. Stark never struck you as a survival kinda guy, at least not in this specific sense, but you weren’t complaining about clean water. There was an open door leading to a room full of bunk beds.

“So what the fuck happened, Friday?” Tony asked irritated by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “There has been a series of explosions over heavily populated areas a few hours back, only detected by little equipment monitoring the air. Bioweapons. Hydra says they are responsible and that there is a highly contagious and deadly virus that was spread with these explosions.” Friday said it short and straight forward. “Then why aren’t we doing something against it?” Steve looked up at the speaker system with a frown on his face, ready to go back out again. “Mr. Rogers, until we know if that virus is deadly nobody will leave this bunker. I’m programmed to keep as much of this team alive in situations like this. Singapore DORSCON level red. World Health Organisation phase 6, approaching 7. That means it is a pandemic. If I let you out you could die in less than a week if this is as deadly as Hydra says.” The AI urged him. “Please update us.” Tony exhaled stressed leaning on the chair behind him, before sitting down. “Will do, sir,” Friday assured him.

Everyone started adventuring the Bunker. The last big exercise was a while ago and the team had grown since then. Clint found the room with 4 power generators first. “I hope we don’t need this. We are still powered by your reactor model, right?” Clint peaked out at Tony and got a nod back. The billionaire was properly done with what was happening. The only thing keeping him from exploding was Pepper going through his hair. Sam was the one finding all the gaming equipment and making an excited little dance in the middle of a possible apocalypse. “You’re the worst, Wilson.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Come on, if we live in a time of bioweapons I want to at least have some distraction. Can’t fight a virus with military training.” He grinned. Agent Magnolia was the one finding the arsenal of weapons hidden in a giant box below the bunk that was behind the door. She showed you the knife ensemble that was included and grinned at you. “Visible forces definitely won’t kill us down here.” You grinned back.

“How many are we?” Clint called out to the others. Pepper looked up concerned, “Twelve, why?” “There are only 10 beds.” came back and some of the team members interchanged worried glances for a second. “We have married couple and work couples here. I think that won’t be the problem.” you smiled and looked around you at Pepper, Tony, Steve, and Nat. “So Pepper & Tony share a bed. Who else?” Sam asked, suddenly very tense again. “Nat?” Steve looked down at his favorite team member. “Yeah, I don’t mind. You’re warm.” she smiled back up at him. “That will be the least of the problems with 12 people in an enclosed space.” Dr. Helen Cho finally came to word after she had calmed down from her personal existential crisis about viruses. Wanda pointed at the walls and the sink, “For how long would the food and water here last?” “Depends if we only eat twice a day. Could hold up for 90 days. Water won’t be a problem with my filter system.” Tony explained. There was another concerned glare between everyone, hoping that 90 days would be enough for the virus to decently die down if it was as bad as expected. “There is confirmation of the virus to be deadly by 70-85% from a Silicon Valley lab.” Friday’s voice broke through after a little more than an hour. “Analyze how deadly, how long people need to die, which symptoms, how long the recovery period is for people living,” Bruce called out, sitting on one of the computers that he didn’t leave since they had entered the bunker. “And the international political climate,” Tony added. “And when it’s safe enough for me to start working on a vaccine with the help of people outside.” Helen also added her factors. “Will do.” The AI voice answered and the room went silent for a second.

“Which cities are targeted?” Agent Magnolia finally asked the important question “NYC, D.C., Atlanta, Miami, LA, Chicago, Denver.” Friday listed. “Atlanta has the most used airport in the world. Great. A perfect recipe for a pandemic. How long did it operate after explosion.” You shared, rubbing your temples and having your brain start to overwhelm just like the scientists’. “4 hours, Agent.” Came back. “We’re in here for a good few weeks.” You deadpanned, putting all the factors together in your head. This wasn’t going to be a quick in and out thing. You’d be in this small space for at least 1-2 months if not longer. Everyone went back to the bunk they had chosen and tried to relax. You were trying to write down possible outcomes and strategies based on that in a notebook you found. There were so many factors to viruses and how people are infected and from which strain the virus is made. You bet on smallpox, a hard thing to get with only two original samples existing in the entire world. One in the US, one in Russia. You bet on Russia since Hydra said they were responsible. They were trying to bring chaos to the world for the bad people to team up in a post-apocalyptic world so that they could take over control. You had learned how this worked over and over again. Not only as an Agent but also from books, movies and games. It was so obvious but that made it easier for you to go about possibilities to create a strategy.

“The entire US and most of the western world is currently on lockdown & people are being quarantined.” Friday updated the bunker again and an exhale went through the bedroom. “Martial law already in place?” Steve looked up from a book he had found. “Not yet, but we’re close.” “Chill, Rogers. You can’t do much more than you’re already doing.” Sam said hanging from the bed in front of him. “I know, it’s just. I hate this, all of it. I didn’t fight in World War II for this to happen at the hands of Hydra.” he frowned and got an understanding nod back. “Can’t we go out there without getting sick?” Bucky spoke up still wearing his pajama jumper from sleeping in that morning. “Well, depending on how deadly this is, no. If the whole thing is a little more clear I might send you out to get samples for me to work on it.” Helen yelled from the other room. “Would love to help with that.” he smiled. He’d do anything to help humanity. The had already ruined his life and he ruined other lives under their influence. That’s the least he could do. “It’s getting late, get yourself ready for bed.” Pepper came in with a motherly smile. “We need a monitor that’s just showing day and night scenes, this is gonna mess us up,” Magnolia muttered before opening one of the closets. The standard-issue clothing in the closets were mainly Large and a few double XL. There was a washer but the drying system needed to have the ventilator system work better again and that wouldn’t be happening until the virus was going slower. Two to three weeks in the same 4 clothing sets seemed okay. Anything longer would be horrible for everyone involved.

“Atlanta spreads to Beijing, Dubai, Tokyo, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Paris, Dallas, Seoul, Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Singapore,” you mumbled laying in your bed, looking at the metal above you. “Hey, relax. We can’t do more than help the people working on it to do the right things.” Bucky looked over from the bed across. “I know. I know. That’s just, so many people dying.” You looked over. An understanding nod came back at you. In your head, you went with a 75% death rate and that was bad if you thought about the areas you just mentioned. Big Chinese cities, Central Europe, South East Asia.

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Hiiiii! Here are this week's different questions lol

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Hello Hello Bree! My weekly dose of sunshine has arrived! 🤗

Sorry this took so long I am literally neck deep in assignments.

Anyways can I just say that these questions were just brilliant!! Book 1 is so close to our hearts and Ethan MC dynamic back in the day was priceless. 😂

Just a fair warning this contains a lot of pinching noses and rolling eyes because that's what book 1 Ethan used to do all the time. So now let the fun begin! 🤩

The setting for this answers is: Post Chap 15, before the ethics trial.

Ethan : Remind me again why I am doing this?

Meera : Because you are unemployed and have a lot of free time, also because I asked nicely? (with puppy eyes)

Ethan (Rolls eyes)

FOR BOTH

When I first saw them, I thought__________

*Both of them wait for each other to answer*

Ethan : You go first, this was your idea.

Meera : Oh boy. Why do I have the feeling you are going to hate me even more after this?

Ethan : I can't hate you more than I did when I first met you.

Meera (expectantly) : So you are saying the hatred for me has declined since then?

Ethan : Just answer the damn question.

Meera : Okay fine. I thought "why is this person being so rude to me? I am still a kid I am still learning. Such an asshole, gotta keep outta his path."

Ethan (looks at her amused) : I thought "ah shit here we go again. A new bunch of nerve wrecking idiotic interns incoming."

Meera (dramatically opens her mouth and places her hands on her chest) : Ouch! Rude!

Ethan (sly grin)

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Meera : Jesus. Christ. Jesus Christ. He is religious that way. (winks)

Ethan : Very funny Rookie. She on the other hand has an explicit vocabulary in slangs but I think I have heard holy shit, holy cow, holy fuck the most.

Meera (excitedly) : See I am religious too. Also look at us twining in swears.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Meera (immediately) : Ocean Blue! No, Celestial blue!

Ethan (looks at Meera, surprised)

Meera (suddenly concious) : Blue. Just plain simple blue.

Ethan (thinks for a moment)

Meera (puts a hand over her eyes)

Ethan : What are you doing?

Meera : I won't let you cheat.

Ethan : Cheat? I don't cheat.

Meera : Ofcourse the great Ethan Ramsey doesn't cheat. Then go ahead and ans---

Ethan : Dark brown.

Meera (impressed with him)

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Meera (heaves out a long dramatic sigh) : Ask me whom he doesn't?

Ethan : I tolerate most of them though.

Meera (chuckles) : I think it'll be Dr. Thorne, Dr. Myles and Dr. Hirata. Atleast these are the ones he complains about the most.

Ethan : Hmm. Fair enough. Bose here obviously hates that back stabbing "friend" whose name I'd rather die than learn. And I think Dr. Emery and Dr. Mirani also falls under this list.

Meera : Full point for the first one, but I think Aurora is a good person overall, she has some issues, which we need to work out. And I don't hate Zaid, I just don't like how he is always in a grumpy melancholic mood.

Ethan : Which is very justified of him given that he has to work with the interns the majority of his work hours.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Meera : Easy, pinching the bridge of his nose and rolling his eyes when annoyed, which is all the time by the way.

Ethan : I think adjusting her glasses when it threatens to slip from her nose and forming her lips in a strange way when concentrating.

Bree : I am sorry doctor could you just explain the last part better.

Ethan (rolls his eyes and tries to do his best impression of Meera's pout)

Meera (chuckles) : That's not how it's done, Ethan. This is how it's done (pouts)

Ethan : Yeah same thing.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Ethan : Crush? What are we? Highschool students? I am not answering that. (prepares to leave)

Meera : I think it might be Dr. Emery.

Ethan (stops short on his way out, turns around and takes a seat again) : Really Rookie? Fine you want to know her crush? It's that scalpel jockey, or that paramedic guy she is so friends with or maybe that other Indian intern roomate she has.

Meera : What! No. They are my friends. What made you think that?

Ethan : What made you think Harper is my crush?

Bree : Okay doctors let's move on to the next round.

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

Meera : Nope!

Ethan : Never. We are doctors we might get someone loose their life.

had a fistfight

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (looks at her unbelievingly) : I thought you were the harmless kind.

Meera (smugly) : I am mostly harmless, untill you get on my bad side. What about you?

Ethan : I'll have to say no.

Meera : You punched Nash though.

Ethan : He didn't punch me back, so doesn't count Rookie.

been kicked out of a bar

Meera : Unfortunately yes.

Ethan : Unfortunately yes too.

Meera : What?! The great Ethan Ramsey?

Ethan : Stop calling me that. I am a human afterall and I had some very stupid friends back in med school.

gotten a tattoo

Ethan : No.

Meera : Yes.

Ethan (smirks)

broken someone’s heart

Meera : Not that I know off

Ethan : I am not proud of it but yes.

been in love

Ethan : No.

Meera : Expected. For me it's yes. Maybe it didn't last but I can't say what we had wasn't love.

For Meera (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

He thinks he won't practice medicine anymore because he can't solve Naveen's case but I know he won't be able to resist helping people and ofcourse that is what Naveen always wanted. So, professionally, he is doing wonders. Inspiring thousands of hearts, guiding hundreds of young doctors and saving millions of lives. The diagnostic team has becomes globally recognised. He has written another book or two. Maybe won the Lasker Awards.

Personally, I hope he is happy and not lonely. He needs someone by his side. Someone who can tolerate his sarcasm and critisisim. Someone who will put a smile on his face when he wakes up beside her. Maybe he'll have a family, if that someone is really strong-willed. (let's out a dry laugh)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

His passion for what he does. He just lights up and enrapts the entire room when he speaks about medicine. And I just get lost in the sea of passion in his eyes. Also his stubbornness and unwillingness to give up is really impressive.

Last thing he texted you?

I'll show you wait.

He ordered about half a dozen books on Medical Law and Ethics for me.

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

(stays silent for a long time)

I don't think so he will. Like the chances are really really thin but trust me if he does I wouldn't dare say no. (colour rises to her cheeks)

But yes that's in a different world. A world in which we don't live. (sighs wistfully)

For Ethan (Meera is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

If she manages to save her lisence she'll be a wonderful doctor. She'll save innumerable lives and be one of the brightest stars in medicine. I am sure she'll secure a spot on the DT and maybe even lead it someday. She'll make me proud. (smiles genuinely)

Personally I hope she'll be with someone who loves her more than anything and that she is with literally anybody else but that scalpel jockey. She'll have a loving caring partner who'll cook her meals when she comes home from a twelve hour shift. She'll have amazing friends especially the ones she has now. They really love her and they didn't think twice before helping her out with Mrs. Martinez's case.

Maybe she'll have a family. A few kids who will also grow up to show a stunning reflection of their mother.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Ethan : I can't say attractive but I'll say I like her personality. She has a magnetic one that makes sure to turn heads any time she walks into a room. Also I love that she cares so deeply about people and she is willing to go out of her way to put a smile on these people's face. Like for example Mrs. Martinez.

Bree : So is this "like" or "love"?

Ethan : Did I? Did I just say love? I am so sorry I meant like.

Bree : Could you enlist something physically attractive about her?

Ethan : If I have to. I'd say I love, er... like, like her laughter. It literally brightens the entire room. (blushes)

Last thing she texted you?

"Thank you Ethan"

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

(sighs) I would feel lucky to go on a date with her, but right now in this situation? It's too complicated. I can't jeopardize her career, so it's a no form me, despite my actual feelings.

This was so fun! Thank you once again @jamespotterthefirst

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers @coffeeheartaddict @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

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hiiiii!!!

so i decided to do a little 16 facts about me before i turn 17 kinda thing!!!! i got inspired by taylors “30 things i’ve learned before turning 30” article so hehehe here’s my little ~twist~ on it!!!! ♡

one. i was born in france!

yes!!! little ~fun fact~ abt me is that i was born in paris france & speak fluent french!!! people find that SO COOL & i just find it normal?!?? it’s so weird hahaha!!! but miss swift taught me how to speak english w/ her music, articles, shows, etc! so thank you t <3

two. i love nyc!

nyc is my second home!!!! i’ve been there 3 times & lucky enough to be going again later this month to celebrate my birthday (dec. 28) & nyd!!! release week was my favorite thing ever & ive been missing the city so much since. i love the lights & how the city never sleeps! i also love hamilton & dear evan hansen and would love to see those two shows one day! taylor if you wanna hang out when i’m there i’m free.... hahahah jk. unless.....

three. hobbies!

i love painting!!! i haven’t been able to in a while because of school but it’s so fun & relaxing! i also LOVE listening to music! i ofc love taylor but i do also LOVE conan gray!!! he is a small artist and he is AMAZING! he loves taylor also & is the cutest little cowboy! i also love watching greys anatomy & criminal minds! those shows are my favorite shows to ever exist!

four. pets!

i have 2 pets! one dog & one cat! my dogs name is jack & hes a cockapoo!!! literally the love of my life <3 my cats name is missy & she’s a rescue! we don’t really know what breed she is but she’s adorable. she loves to snuggle!!!

five. dislikes....

this might surprise you but i’m THAT person that doesn’t like chocolate, pasta, gum, mints, or bananas. it’s weird i know. also, i haven’t touched a banana in over 5 years.

six. i LOVE the cold!

i love when the weather is cold & it’s snowing! living in florida, i never get to experience that so ya... i’m that person pt. 2. i just love wearing comfy clothes & seeing the snow fall!!! i hâte the heat. pretty ironic.

seven. sports!

i’m a HUGE football fan! my favorite team is the new england patriots (my dads from boston 😎)!!! i also used to do gymnastics! i’m not really good anymore though...

eight. color!

i love how the title of this is just “color.” anyways, it’s white. i don’t care if you say it’s a shade. if white is a shade then pink is too.

nine. favorite movie!

i recently have watched the martian (you know, the one where taylor said she cried in her 73 question interview? ya that) in chem and AHHHH so good!!!!! so right now, that movie :).

ten. christmassssss!!!

i LOVE christmas & all the decorations!!!! the vibes & the baking and EVERYTHING IS SO FUN!!! my favorite christmas song is christmas tree farm. thank you taylor i’m hooked on it. funny thing is i’ve never had a gingerbread cookie or decorated a gingerbread house....

eleven. height!!

i’m 4’10 believe it or not...... yes i know i’m little tiny.

twelve. foooooood!!!!!

i love FOOD (who doesn’t??) i love cooking & baking also hehehe!!! i don’t really have a favorite food but i do love myself a really good burger & fries or pizza ORRR a caesar salad!!!

thirteen. taylor!

i discovered taylor when i had just moved to the states in 2009 & ever since have been by her! from begging my mom to go to the fearless tour to going to the speak now tour in fort lauderdale to watching the red livestream thinking i could videocall taylor to crying in my room for hours because i couldn’t attend both red and 1989 tours to attending both rep tour miami & nola to flying to nyc to watch her perform at gma to looking forward to lover fest east nights 1&2 (that was a LOT of “to’s”), she & her music has always been there for me and i cant say thank you enough. from interacting with us online to meeting us, i don’t know anyone more generous and inspiring as her. she’s brought me my best friends. love u t!!!

fourteen. acting!

sometimes i like to act out scenarios in my head like if i was in a movie... i actually would love to star in a movie or tv show but idk if i’m a good actress. still a dream :))

fifteen. love life! (eeekkkk!!)

i’ve never been in a relationship or have had my first kiss so!!! still looking for maybe that special someone?!? just the idea of cute date nights & little random presents is so so cute (i’ve heard they are a LOT of work though.....) maybe one day i’ll find my romeo 💌

sixteen. themes!?

i didn’t really know what to title this ?!?!? but..... i love crime shows & and puzzles & doing all the detective work thingys! reading crime novels or old cases is SO FUN! i find that the most interesting thing in the world and could get lost in the world of criminology. i’m all into forensics and AHHHH ya i’m a nerd shhhhhhh....

bonus: seventeen. what i’m looking forward to @ 17.....

new decade & last year before being an adult. crazy how time flies. i really want to start focusing on myself more. i’ve always put others before me and although that is a sweet thing to do (so i’ve heard), it’s also important to find myself in a comfortable position prior to helping others. finding myself first is the key element. i also want to be a lot kinder to my body, myself, and others.

16 years of craziness & memories. so excited to create new ones in this new decade and age.

love,

elena 💌👼🏻☁️

#fortaylor

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Heading back home to #Miami. Non-Stop 1 hour flight. American Airlines #BusinessClass, after 4-days in Havana, Cuba. Next trip begins March 11th, heading to Manhattan, New York to celebrate my 49th Birthday… #Havana #Cuba for 4-days in full compliance with one of twelve (12) categories authorized by the U.S. Treasury Department for travel to Cuba “Support to the Cuban People”. Stay tuned to my upcoming trips 2023: New York ( March 2023 ). Rome, Florence, Portofino & Milan, Italy ( March 2023 ). Buenos Aires, Argentina ( April 2023 ). Paris, France for Roland Garros ( June 2023 ). My mission is to transform Tourists into Travelers by experiencing unique travel experiences, moments and destinations worldwide. Luxury Travel Curator, Concierge, Blogger & Lifestyle Consultant. Over 28 years curating the world of Authentic and Sophisticated Travel, Hospitality & Lifestyle, one destination at the time. Member of the exclusive @VirtuosoLTD Luxury Network, #AmericanExpress Membership Rewards, Fine Hotels & Resorts and Pay with Points Programs. Luxury #TravelAdvisor. #Jetsetter #Globetrotter #BonVivant. Founder of @LGTNetwork Luxury #GayTravel Curator, member of @IGLTA. #Travel #Hotel #Restaurant & #Airline reviews. Follow, read and share my travel experiences worldwide. #TravelAgent, #TravelBlogger, #WeddingPlanner #TravelBlog #LuxuryTravel #Luxury #Lifestyle #LuxuryTravelCurator Concierge #Blogger #VirtuosoTravel @paseo206_boutiquehotel @cubacandela #GPSCarlosMeliaCUBA Luxury Travel Curators Mobile & WhatsApp +1 (917) 754-5515 / Email [email protected] / www.luxurytravelcurator.vip (at Aeropuerto Internacional José Martí) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpSddHIuV0G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Sneak Peek: Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s.

You looked at the alarm clock next to your bed. “It’s 6:15.”

He had the grace to look at least a little embarrassed. “Yeah, but… it’s my last day here. And I haven’t seen you once.”

“You were busy,” you said automatically, a familiar excuse that had become rote at some point. “We were--”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands together and cleared his throat. Busy, busy, always busy. “But my flight’s not until this afternoon, so I thought… my morning’s free, and if you want to….”

“What time is your flight?”

Eleven, twelve, one…?

“Five.”

“Five!?”

“Thirty,” he confirmed. “That’s when I leave for the airport, anyway.”

He was not serious. He couldn’t be.

“You’re seriously--”

“Going to spend the next twelve or so hours with you, yeah,” he said in one quick breath. “If you’ll let me.”

Read NOW on Patreon // Coming soon to Tumblr and Wattpad

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KEITH THIBODEAUX

December 1, 1950

Keith Thibodeaux (aka Richard Keith) was born on December 1, 1950, in Lafayette, Louisiana.

At the age of three he was making $500 a week touring as a drummer with the Horace Heidt Orchestra.

When he was five, his father took him to audition for the role of Little Ricky Ricardo on the hit sitcom “I Love Lucy”.

LUCILLE BALL: “Okay, he’s cute, but what does he do?”

Keith played the drums for the Arnaz’s and landed the job immediately.

Fearing no one would be able to pronounce his Cajun last name, Desi Arnaz made his professional name Richard Keith, although it was never listed in the credits.

“I really think the person I identified with the most was Desi Arnaz because of his Latin culture; I was a Cajun from Louisiana and our cultures were very similar, and the fact that he was a percussionist and I was a percussionist, we had something in common. When he died I really took his death harder than anyone else's.” ~ Keith Thibodeaux

When the half-hour series ended in 1957, Keith (as well as the rest of the main cast) was also seen in “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour”.

Despite being part of twelve of the thirteen episodes, he was simply billed simply as Little Ricky in the opening credits.

Sadly, although Little Ricky made the jump to the hour-long format, his dog Fred did not.

All together, Thibodeaux appeared in 24 of the 26 episodes of season six of “I Love Lucy” starting with “Lucy and Bob Hope” (ILL S6;E1) and finishing with “The Ricardos Dedicate a Statue” (ILL S6;E26).

At Desilu Thibodeaux got to work with such show business legends as Bob Hope, Orson Welles, George ‘Superman’ Reeves, Claude Akins, Hedda Hopper, Tallulah Bankhead, Danny Thomas, Betty Grable, Milton Berle, Fred MacMurray, Maurice Chevalier, and Ernie Kovacs, among others.

Thibodeaux was treated like a member of the family by Lucy and Desi, who welcomed someone they knew and trusted to be friend to Little Lucie and Desi Jr.

At the same time, Keith’s father was also employed by Desilu, causing some friction in the close working relationship between the Thibodeauxs and the Arnazes.

This closeness also contributed to confusion between Desi Arnaz Jr. and Keith Thibodeaux. Seeing Keith in Lucy’s company so often, people assumed he was her son, not an actor.

He does not appear in the season six episodes “Lucy Wants To Move To The Country” (ILL S6;E15) and “Visitor from Italy” (ILL S6;E5).

Thibodeaux was the 8th and last performer to play the role of Little Ricky. He was preceded by a newborn infant James Ganzer, the Simmons Twins, the Mayer Twins, and two uncredited and unidentified ‘dream’ Little Rickys featured in “Ricky’s Old Girlfriend” (ILL S3;E12).

He also appeared in the “I Love Lucy” Christmas Show in December 1956, which included both newly filmed footage and clips from previous episodes. After not being part of the syndication package, it was discovered and colorized for primetime holiday viewing in 1989 and has been repeated annually.

Although on screen Little Ricky got to travel to Miami Beach and Cuba, the episodes were all filmed on the Desilu soundstage in Hollywood.

In 1964, Thibodeaux appeared for a split second in an episode of “The Lucy Show” titled "Lucy is a Process Server" (TLS S2;E27). Initially he was featured in a comedic sequence at a train station in which a vending machine malfunctions. However, the scene was cut when the show ran too long. After the episode was edited, Thibodeaux is only seen for a moment, entering the station. Nevertheless, Thibodeaux remained in the credits listed as Richard Keith, the actor who played "Little Boy."

It is possible that his very brief wordless cameo on this episode of “The Lucy Show” was timed to capitalize on him being on the Desilu lot to film “The Andy Griffith Show.” CBS broadcast repeats of “The Lucy Show” on April 6 and April 13, 1964. Coincidentally, on April 6 “The Andy Griffith Show” (which followed Lucy on CBS) broadcast an episode that starred Richard Keith (aka Little Ricky) as Opie’s pal Johnny Paul Jason.

After his parents separated in 1966, Keith, his mother, and siblings moved back to Louisiana where he graduated from Lafayette High School. He left Louisiana for Mississippi in late 1969 to pursue a career with the band David and the Giants.

In 1976, he met and married a ballet dancer Kathy Denton. Thibodeaux, his wife and daughter Tara (born 1979), eventually settled in Jackson, Mississippi, where they founded Ballet Magnficat in 1986.

Thibodeaux's autobiography Life After Lucy was published in 1994.

#I Love Lucy #keith thibodeaux #Richard Keith #Little Ricky #Ricky Ricardo #Desi Arnaz #Life After Lucy #TV #David & The Giants #The Andy Griffith Show #Desilu #Ron Howard #Desi Arnaz Jr.

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New Years Fics 🌟

Bryce x F!MC

Fireworks - @appiomofchoice ☁🌟 Bryce and Darcy contemplate new year’s resolutions on the roof of the hospital that is about to shut down.

New Year Kisses - @lahelalove 🎭🌟 A trip to the airport on New Year’s Eve has Bryce wondering… could it be something more?

New Year’s Resolution - @omgjasminesimone 🎭🌟 Bryce shares a secret at midnight but Ethan might get in the way. Feat. Ethan x MC

Starry Nights - @eleanorbloom 📅🦚 New Year’s Eve doesn’t mean anything to her, but Bryce could change that.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve - @lucy-268 ☁🌟 Charley and Bryce were FWB; then she kissed Ethan in Miami. New Year’s Eve during intern year. Feat. Ethan x F!MC

Bryce x M!MC

A New Year’s Surprise - @adrianadmirer ☁🌟

Bryce x Sienna

Desire and regret - @lem-20 ☁🌟 It’s the day after the night before. How are Sienna and Jackie feeling about their new years eve kisses? Feat. Ethan x F!MC; Jackie x Gary

Ethan x F!MC

A Happy New Year - @takeharryandgo ☁🌟 New Years at Donahue’s in Book 1 and pre Miami. Feat. Harper

Auld Lang Syne - @jamespotterthefirst ☁🌟 Ethan pretends to be her date (yet again) for her family’s NYE party. Part II of As Long as You Love Me So

Bonne Année - @genevievemd 📷🌟 It’s Ethan and Gen’s first New Year’s as an offical married couple, and he surprises her with a trip to Paris to celebrate

Part 2

Countdown - @potionsprefect ☁🎇 Victoria and Ethan count down the New Year in Dagger Mountain.

Desire and regret - @lem-20 ☁🌟 It’s the day after the night before. How are Sienna and Jackie feeling about their new years eve kisses? Feat. Bryce x Sienna; Jackie x Gary

Fine Line - @jamespotterthefirst ☁ Ⓜ🌟 After a New Year’s Eve kiss, they’re not pretending anymore. Part III of As Long as You Love Me So and Auld Lang Syne

Kisses at Midnight - @lem-20 ☁🌟 There’s only one person Casey wants to be kissing at midnight, but will Ethan show up in time? Set during the 2.18 time jump.

Lights in your eyes - @perriewinklenerdie ☁🌟 Moments of Ethan and Claire’s New Year’s Eve party.

Maybe Next Year? - @jerzwriter 🦚🌟 It’s New Year’s Eve during Casey’s intern year, and she’s shocked to have the night off, but will she get to spend it the way she hoped to?

New Year, Same Us - @heauxplesslydevoted ☁🎇 A look at the Ramseys' NYE celebration.

New Years Banter - @starfurylord ☁🌟 What do people do on January 1st? They get hungover, blackout drunk and party all day - in the reverse order. But to Ethan and Kate, it is more of a celebration in the form of domestic banter and a quiet birthday party - filled with wishes and resolutions coming true.

New Year’s Eve - @starrystarrytrouble ☁🌟 MC’s at a party, Ethan’s working and midnight is approaching. This is set in the time jump in 2.18. Twelve hours in the mind of Ethan Ramsey on NYE.

New Year’s Eve - @liaromancewriter 📷📱🌟 Cassie and her friends host a New Year’s Eve extravaganza to ring in 2022 with a bang. Feat. The Gang

Pretending - @perriewinklenerdie ☁🌟 It's another year of spending New Year's Eve together at the hospital for them. Ethan does everything he can to ensure they have a moment to themselves.

Puncture Wound - @the-pale-goddess 🎭🌟 Ethan monitors Naveen overnight on New Year’s Eve. An unexpected guest keeps him company moments before the midnight strikes. Set After Miami.

Resolutions - @genevievemd ☁🌟 It’s New Year’s Eve 2020, Ethan and Gen spend the holiday on a romantic getaway. Where they both make secret resolutions.

Ringing In the New Year - @justanotherrookie ☁🌟 He’s working late and they bicker about who she’s going to kiss at midnight.

The Gala - @maximumdreamerdetective 📚🌟 [mini: wip] It’s the annual Edenbrook’s New year party and Ethan can’t help but spend his night filled with alcohol and jealousy.

The Stroke of Midnight - @schnitzelbutterfingers 🎭🌟 How would they get their New Year’s kiss if there are obstacles in their way?

Time After Time - @boneandfur 🛸🌟 It's New Year's Eve in 1915 and Nurse Helena is on leave for 12 hours. Will she be able to say what's in her heart when she runs into Dr Ethan Ramsay, her superior at the field hospital, or will they run out of time?

Warm Comfort - @potionsprefect ☁🎇 Dagger Mountain provided a perfect place for just the two of them.

We Can’t Do This - @checkurwindow 🎭🌟 The New Year only brings back old memories.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve - @lucy-268 ☁🌟 Charley and Bryce were FWB; then she kissed Ethan in Miami. New Year’s Eve during intern year. Feat. Bryce x F!MC

Your Midnights - @genevievemd ☁🎇 Two New Years, four years apart.

Keiki Lahela

Hau'oli Makahiki Hou (Happy New Year) - @storyofmychoices ☁🌟 Bryce has the perfect way to celebrate New Year's Eve with Keiki.

Sienna x M!OC

Kiss Me at Midnight - @liaromancewriter ☁🎇Ⓜ Max and Sienna enjoy a special New Year’s Eve celebration.

Tobias x F!MC

Begin Again - @jerzwriter ♥🌟 Casey & Tobias finally give in.

Happiest New Year - @jerzwriter 🌟☁ It was a difficult year for the Carrick family and, on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcome the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

#open heart #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices open heart #open heart fanfics #bryce lahela #bryce x mc #bryce lahela x mc #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc

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WORLD-BUILDING NOTES ON THE DEAD EARTH SETTING

I’M WRITING A STORY CALLED DEAD EARTH, SET IN A FUTURE WHERE MOST HUMANS LIVE ON THE MOON AND ON GIANT SPACE STATIONS, BECAUSE EARTH HAS BEEN DESTROYED BY ECOLOGICAL DISASTER AND HUMAN INDUSTRY AND WARFARE

THE STORY IS ABOUT A SMALL CREW THAT DOES SCAVENGING AND RAIDING RUNS TO OLD EARTH, WHICH IS POPULATED BY CYBORGS AND GENETICALLY DESIGNED VAMPIRES AND ZOMBIES AND THINGS. THESE ARE SOME OF MY WORLD BUILDING NOTES FOR THAT UNIVERSE (you can jump to as much of the story as I’ve written here)

Long before the Dark Decade of the 2340’s turned into the Big Jump of 2352, small cities had blossomed into large cites, and large cities had grown into and on top of each other. Every major center of population in the United States (New York, Miami, Dallas, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, Chicago) had all turned into mega-cities of giant urban sprawl folded over more urban sprawl whipped into myriad frothy peaks and towers. In some cases, like New York, these cities grew to cover the entire state and then mingled edges with the next mega-city over. The entire east coast became one giant dense urban jungle of concrete and steel from the top of Maine down until it trickled out to the vast tracks of suburbia that filled nearly all of Virginia. California became one big city all the way from it’s southern border to the bottom of the mountains on it’s north end, excepting the desert.

Europe became swallowed in City. Thick urban density in northern and southern Africa grew wings to touch cities along the coast that stretched thin arms to link in a wall of City around the continent, with a few cities the size of twentieth century Cairo scattered about the middle. Japan became one mega city, and, in an effort to keep 15% of it’s landmass parks and nature reserves, built another nearly japan-sized city off the coast. Russia, India, Turkey, Iran, Australia, Arabia; all around the world saw population expansion to the limit of available resources.

Clashes between populations in urban build up along sensitive boundaries in the middle east circa 2220 lead to the development of genetic-tactics militant organizations, or Gen-Tacs. These combat science cells designed and created pathogens and single cell organisms. This lead, in the west, to the development of LabCorp. Based in the United States, with affiliate headquarters in Europe, LabCorp, an independent contractor for the Military Science Branch of the Coalition of Nations, was itself a network of independent contractors, which developed sophisticated nano-technologies utilized in conjunction with genetically designed mold and bacteria against Gen-Tac warfare. Both groups were convinced that their activities were necessary and for the greater good. They could not have been more wrong.

In the Drop Day attack of 2227, a small cloud of rapid-breeding, Gen-Tac designed, single-cell airborn agents released in Boston killed people with compromised respiratory systems, including half of anyone on the eastern seaboard that had asthma, within 24 hours. As the percentage of people with asthma and respiratory conditions had risen to just over ten percent, this meant millions of people died, and millions more received emergency medical care.

In 2229, Lab Corp nanobots malfunctioned and wiped out three whole Iraqi villages, men women and children. U.S. officials and Lab Corp CEOs denied any involvement, despite significant evidence collected by locals and posted on social media.

In 2231, Lab Corp drones along the Afghanistan border went haywire and began shooting anything that moved, each drone moving out on it’s own trajectory destroying random things in their path. Emergency shut offs failed, and hundreds of drones wreaked havoc, killing thousands and causing incalculable damage before running out of fuel or being shot down.

In 2233, a cooperative trio of Gen-Tac super-mites ate most of the rubber and plastic in the greater Dallas area over a period of 36 hours; hundreds of thousands of deaths and millions of injuries resulted from accidents related to the sudden disappearance of such common materials, and hospitals in the area were unable to effectively treat their patients without access to so much of their equipment. People were unable to be airlifted to working medical facilities because the mites stripped the rubber insulation off the wires and the seals off the gaskets while the helicopters were in the air, causing electrical shorts and total engine failure and an inevitable crash. Thousands more died without access to adequate care. Panic only added to the death toll as life in most of the megaplex of Texas went from affluent developed center of civilization to stone-age conditions in a mere week. Finally, LabCorp nanobots teamed with a rubber-producing mildew exterminated the microscopic menace. However, nearly the whole city-state of DalTex continued to suffer for months, as all methods of transportation, all water services, most things electric, every elevator, every car, every gas main and refrigerator for more than 32,000 square miles lay useless.

As LabCorp became better at preventing these kinds of terrorist attacks, some gen-tac terror groups ( believed by many to be backed by the Eastern Alliance) started creating genetically modified animals. Rats that ate currency; snakes that injected viruses instead of venom; large hyper-breeding wasps that lay parasitic eggs in people; cats with dominant genes programed to become bigger and fiercer with each successive generation; seagulls with a taste for human prone to massive piranha-style feeding frenzies; pigeons that sought out strange things to eat and crapped corrosives everywhere- these were some of the animals used in notable attacks.

LabCorp responded with cybernetic animals: borg-dogs, AI-ants, nano-augmented spiders, robo-ferrets, cyber-hawks, centa-bots, and orangu-techs among others. Things escalated. Some of these creations were given significant improvements to their intelligence, including, it is theorized, more cognitive development than was realized at the time. By 2260, both sides were working on human test subjects.

Concurrent with the advance of genetic and nano technologies, human kind was making developments in space. The Eastern Alliance was the first to build a functioning colony on the moon in 2213, Cheng Yue, seventy-six years after the 17 month long tragedy of U.S. moon base Americo 1 and the loss of 57 brave U.S. Astronauts. In March of 2215 the Coalition of Nations established Lunis, a fully operational lunar colony of 2, 453 ‘astros’ -professionals trained for normal jobs in lunar conditions- twice the size of the Alliance colony Cheng Yue. In the years that followed, Japan, The Ex-Soviet Pact, The Central American Concejo and the United States all built individual colonies on the moon, while Lunis and Cheng Yue doubled, quadrupled, and quadrupled again, eventually becoming nearly equal sized massive industrial centers and destination points: cities with populations in the tens of millions.

Thus the stage was set for the abandonment of Earth known as the Dark Decade, culminating in the Great Flight.

In 2281 a Gen-Tac terrorist attack of large proportions took place hours before massive earthquakes and a record tsunami devastated significant portions of Mexico and much of the south-eastern quarter of the United States. Believing the time was ripe to crush the Western Infidels once and for all, many gen-tac terrorist cells put all available resources in the field, even their experimentals, a move that backfired and cost many of the perpetrators their own lives, as the micro-agents spread beyond the areas of attack to all parts of the globe, and, worse, began mutating wildly. Likewise, most of the lab-grown human mutants, many of which had been based on such old earth legends as vampires, zombies, and werewolves, went rogue, were fruitful and multiplied, each in their own way.

Panicked LabCorp Executives pushed ahead their own newest cybernetics and nano-tech without adequate long term studies in response. 'Unstable’ Augmented Agents animal and nano alike defected, upgrading and propagating themselves- some of the human cyborgs lost all trace of humanity, or became enlightened, or went insane, or just outright fled. Life on Earth became much, much more difficult.

One recorded incident of 2297 details a 7 foot tall, four-armed kill-and-contain unit, that apparently developed a loop in its programing telling it to protect the color blue under all circumstances and which burst in on a two story West Chicago laundromat and murdered everyone washing blue clothes. Then, evidently realizing it had in the process shot a blue hat, cradled the hat gently for several minutes before activating its self destruct.

A truly disturbing study from the same year in Russia was attempting to discover why all the 22-spot ladybugs were dying off, when they found that the lady bugs had inexplicably developed a taste for an obsolete LabCorp nano-bot. Even though the nano-bots had no nutritional value for the insects, as it had not become their primary food source this was not causing the extinction. Instead (the disturbing part) it was observed that mutated gen-tac mites, engaged in some kind of unspecified symbiosis with the nano-bots, were defending the bots by killing any ladybug that hunted them.

There was the famous French Vamplight Massacre vid of 2309: four minutes of footage caught by a fallen phone cam that clearly depicts the sudden and savage draining of blood from five terrified people by a like number of fanged mutants in a dark room lit by a single eerie greenish lamp.

Southern Calplex lost nearly a fifth of it’s population to the Zombie Infestation of 2312, but even though this evolved strain of the Zombificus pathogen caused the body to produce mild preservatives, fully infected Zombies only had an unlife of seven to twelve days; Government and LabCorp agencies- with the help of loyal battalions of suicide-mission borg-dogs contained and eradicated the Zombies before they could cross into NorCalplex, just south of the Santa Cruz District five months after the initial outbreak.

In 2316, a study by a group of scientists on the Portland end of the NorthWest Pact revealed not only an autonomous society of orangu-techs living inland of the Puget Sound, but also the worrisome discovery that they had formed an undefined cooperative relationship with a population of feral, gene-shifted raccoons of Gen-Tac origin.

During this time, life on Earth was difficult and uncertain at best. The Gulf area had never recovered from the tsunami of 2281. The world was enveloped in all new, human-wrought micro-entities. Genetically Shifted mutants and cybernetically Upgraded beings caused hysteria. Epidemics swept large areas of urban sprawl. Strange beings haunted a growing number of large empty areas of mega-city called Ghost Counties.

Meanwhile, as systems of services and production broke down whole states at a time and populations shrank, lawlessness and desperation exploded in pockets on the edges, resulting in anarchy, and in some instances, the emergence of various autonomous clan or familial governments within a city-state’s borders, cut off by hundreds of miles of abandoned, creature -infested cityscape. Money became something that happened in high population areas only.

In the face of such chaos, humanity pulled back, massing in its largest city-centers, leaving countless thousands of square miles of labyrinthine city-scape open to the elements and whatever else wanted it. More and more people vied for a chance to get to the moon. It was easy to control who could get to the moon, simple to decontaminate objects traveling through space, difficult for stray organisms to infiltrate the moon or escape into the harsh lunar environment and thrive. Governing bodies of several prominent nations, including the U.S., moved their government seats to the Lunar Colonies.

Children were brought up to fulfill their parents dreams of graduating as an Astro, eligible for a job in space. Harsh extra-terrestrial conditions meant a lunar lifestyle that was both carefully engineered with the latest technology, and free of Gen-Tac or rogue LabCorp agents. Earth and things associated with it began to be referred to by third and fourth generation lunar citizens as old-world, or back-world, while planetside, 'first-world’ and 'third-world’ became terms describing zones of relative proximity to the center of any CityPlex, and hence how much access one had to civilized lifestyle accoutrements like running water, or a monetary system, or an internet connection.

Things stabilized between 2320 and 2340. Briefly, the Earth rallied. Some populations experienced growth. The human immune system began evolving to compete in a world full of new and artificial infectants. A few new technologies were developed. Then, on February 17th, 2341, the super-volcano under Yellowstone Park erupted..

The initial area of effect was somewhat smaller than the experts had guessed; Wyoming was mostly destroyed, and each of the six states touching it largely became barren wasteland in short order. The true disaster was the resulting global ash cloud, which filtered out an enormous amount of sunlight- temperatures dropped an average of 19 degrees world-wide, an estimated 66% of plant life died out completely, thousands of species of animals went extinct, and less than half the remaining population of Earth survived the following nine years. Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and freak weather increased dramatically.

Animals that had evolved for hundreds of years to live hidden in human cities came out to compete openly for resources; other animals invaded from what was left of the wilds- insects ran rampant and died out by the mega-swarm in turn. Life expectancy on Earth dropped to a global average of 45 years old. Finally, after long deliberation and even longer preparation, almost all of the people from nearly every nation on earth were shuttled up to a monstrous lunar colonial facility officially named Quorum, but which soon became known as Quarantine.

Moving the estimated half billion people from the Old World to the Moon in a short amount of time was an ambitious undertaking, requiring nearly eight years of intense industrial preparation and an immense amount of resources, in the first large joint project of the Alliance and the Coalition. Not only would established colonies on the Moon have to absorb the needy, untrained, 'back-world’ masses with all their strange old world habits at a ratio of nearly one to one, but there was the very real possibility that the process would provide various Shifted, Upgraded, Micro, and Nano Entities the opportunity to infiltrate or 'infect’ the Moon.

It was these issues that caused the Lunar Colonies to spend 19 months in debate on the issue. The agency created to head the final approved project was the Planetary Evacuation and Transfer Administration, whose members were nearly all well-meaning bureaucrats and politicians, and who hired engineers, labor, and law enforcement officers almost exclusively from among their various private security firms and military associates. The plan they presented called for the building of a gigantic, bare-bones facility capable of housing 500 million people, while containing and identifying any possible infestation. Once everyone was safely off Earth, so the plan went, the Administration could process the refugees through Immigration in a manageable and orderly fashion, and provide training and a 'period of adjustment’ before distributing roughly half of them among the rest of the colonies. As half of the people transferred and population density lowered, the bare-bones facilities they left behind could be made over into the more usual state-of-the-art lunar colony for the remaining residents of Quorum.

There were problems right away. Some of the materials took too long to produce, so construction had to continue and then vital components had to be worked back in. The process took longer than anticipated, and more funds had to be raised. There was a strike, there was a violent anti-earther demonstration that halted work on the site for nearly a month, one of the Transfer Administration members was convicted of embezzling project funds, the original construction company was acquired and dissolved as part of a stock related hostile takeover, and four smaller companies had to be hired to replace it. All this before the refugees even arrived, at which point the real problems began.

The Lunar Colonies built a small fleet of carrier ships to ferry everyone up to the moon, and estimated it would take one year of continuous Flights to ferry the planets inhabitants to their new home (400 carrier ships, 25000 carrying capacity each, [10mil. per unified trip] 6 day round trip, one launch per week per ship). The Planetary Evacuation and Transfer Administration selected 100 launch sites and blanketed the Earth with announcements for a year before the evacuation began. For many smaller groups of people, it took up to a year or more for word to reach them, and some outlying bands faced at least 10 months of dangerous travel on foot to reach the nearest launch point. Realities like this in the face of the announcement that shuttles would only operate for one year, led to a panicked rush by anyone not in the larger population areas that housed most of the launch sites. News of this movement reached the Transfer Administration, prompting a hurried study and a revised estimate of total incoming people- up from the 500 million the new lunar facility was designed for, to as many as 800 million. When the revised estimates reached the populated areas of the Earth, the people of the remaining mega-cities flooded the launch sites, and when Transfer Admin. Senior Director Stanley Bishop announced a 600 million person limit to the evacuation, riots and a black market for Lunar Transfer tickets were the result.

In addition to this, Transfer Admin. Regulations prohibited any Shifted or Upgraded beings from transfer, and enforced severe restrictions on personal belongings. A significant number of Upgraded people, as well as the the Shifted and their decedents, had been assimilated by (or even founded) various clans and cultures, becoming friends, lovers, leaders and children of 'acceptable’ people seeking transfer, causing confrontations and delays. Of course, a number of these extra-sapiens snuck through undetected; some of these were found by Admin. up in Quorum and security measures tightened. Tension grew between the incoming old world population and the lunar colonies. Shuttle turn-around time was lengthened due to security and maintenance problems, and excessive personnel processing issues. By the time the Evacuation had been in practice for 8 months, it was clear it would not meet deadlines by as much as an additional year.

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S Club 7 - “S Club Party” Now That's What I Call Music! 6 Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Pop

We love the overly transparent crass commercialism of the 90s and early 2000s, don’t we folks? S Club 7 were the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed septet of British teens and 20-somethings that were concocted in a lab and thrust upon hordes of impressionable tweens across the world. The story of S Club 7 is a rather gross one that consists of young and attractive, moderately talented people being taken advantage of by their manager and his company to churn out gobs of content without just compensation. If you’re an American of a certain age, you probably know a little something about S Club 7. Their ballad, 2000′s “Never Had a Dream Come True,” peaked at #10 and #8 on the Billboard Hot 100 and Billboard Mainstream Top 40, respectively. Two of S Club 7′s other biggest global hits, the Jackson 5-inspired “Bring It All Back” and “S Club Party” never charted in the US, but lots of Americans still seem to be familiar with them.

S Club 7 was the brainchild of Simon Fuller, one of history’s most successful music managers, who had managed the Spice Girls. Fuller was known for manufacturing a bunch of British boy and girl bands throughout his career and, at the time, also managed Annie Lennox of the Eurythmics and athletes, too. After helping the Spice Girls skyrocket into global superstardom as a brand that sold itself on a gimmicky blend of “girl power” and quirky British-ness, Geri Halliwell (Ginger Spice) orchestrated his firing. Citing his unbearably controlling nature and his marketing schemes, the Girls decided to proceed without Fuller.

But the day after his firing, Fuller was back at it. This time, he decided he would start a new band, but rather than it being a boy band or a girl band, it would be a boy-and-girl band, modeled after an idea put forth by another British group, Steps. Steps are a quartet, and while they’ve achieved little to no success in the US, they have enjoyed wild success in Europe, especially in the UK. And they’re still around. After a five year hiatus that followed a twelve year hiatus, Steps released an album in 2017 that reached #2 on the UK charts.

But they weren’t a Fuller group. Fuller seemed to have the connections and gravitas that Steps’ managers didn’t. To start his new group, Fuller held an audition of an astonishing 10,000 people, which eventually was culled down to seven. These seven would then be formed into a group and be dubbed S Club 7. None of the members had known each other prior, but according to all the articles I could find, they hit it off and they all became close friends.

With this crop of kids, Fuller saw dollar (or pound or Euro) signs. S Club 7 were going to be way more than just a pop group; they were going to be a marketable brand. And to achieve that goal, the first thing they were going to do was not get into the recording studio, but instead shoot a fictional TV series to air on CBBC (Children’s BBC) to introduce themselves to British pre-teens. Each character would have their own personality, which would be loosely based on their true selves, and together the group’s adventures would strengthen their bond. And each episode would consist of a choreographed song performance, too. The first season, set in Miami, would depict the seven constantly being exploited by a seedy hotel manager and made to perform housekeeping duties.

Unfortunately, these fictional circumstances were loosely based on their own reality. Over twelve weeks of shooting in Miami, the group worked tirelessly for eighteen hours per day, and after a long day’s work, would have to take care of their own cooking and laundry. Fuller and his company, who were flush with cash, didn’t provide S Club 7 with any of these needed amenities. The S Club 7 TV series would become an immense hit in the UK and ended up being sold to 120 different countries. As a result, each group member pulled in 52,000 Euro; a total pittance compared to the total sum of all the TV contracts the show received.

Seven months after its UK debut, the S Club TV series would make its way stateside on kids’ TV purgatory, Fox Family. Formerly The Family Channel, which was founded by horrible and insane Christian shitbag grifter, Pat Robertson, it would be acquired by NewsCorp. Fox would control the network’s programming, save for some hours in which Robertson’s daily spoonful of Christian conservative nonsense, The 700 Club, would air. Admittedly, for a time, I was an avid viewer of Fox Family (except when 700 Club was on), but I’m pretty sure I was rare. Year after year, Fox Family would try to replenish its lineup with new shows to attract new viewers, but they failed to peel many eyes off of the likes of Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and the Disney Channel.

The release of the S Club TV series in the U.S. coincided with the group’s debut album. And maybe it was the fact that they only managed to get on Fox Family that led to them peaking at an unimpressive #112, but back home, they topped charts. The TV series-first formula more than paid off (for Fuller, though. Not so much for S Club 7). “Bring It All Back,” the group’s first single, which was released two months after the TV show’s debut, went to #1 in the UK. Its follow-up, “S Club Party” topped out at #2. And their debut album reached #2 as well.

And along with the TV show and the music came all the merchandise. Dolls, makeup, perfume, clothes, school supplies, a PC game, you name it. If there was an object that a kid could use, Fuller wanted it to bear the S Club name. There were also more seasons of TV and movies, too. And Fuller would reap great profits from all of it, but once again, S Club 7 saw minuscule returns from their name and likenesses being marketed and sold.

Fuller’s cartoonishly-evil-yet-real-life-record-executive persona became more than apparent during a meeting between he, S Club 7, and some of the members’ parents. Asking how they could receive such little compensation as Fuller and his company made millions off of their efforts, Fuller told the members that he could replace them on stage with cardboard cut-outs and it wouldn’t make a difference. Fuller would also be publicly shamed by a radio DJ when it was revealed that while the S Club kids were traveling the world and making him literally millions, he flew them in economy class. Only after his miserliness was made public did he bump them up to business class.

And although Fuller knew the right people to get his band spoonfed to British kids, it didn’t mean S Club’s songs were bad for what they were. They were well-produced bubblegum pop. Five songs on the debut album ended up being produced by a Norwegian duo called Stargate. Total unknowns at the time, Stargate went on to write or produce for some of the pop world’s most successful groups and artists, including Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Lionel Richie, Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Selena Gomez, Janet Jackson, Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, Sam Smith, Mary J. Blige, Ne-Yo, Katy Perry, Coldplay, P!nk, Sia, Kylie Minogue, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Charli XCX. Throughout their careers, Stargate have managed to rack up a whopping seventeen Grammy noms, including four wins But before building up that long list of accolades, they began with S Club 7.

The first single Stargate ever produced was “S Club Party”. A piece of sunny and breezy, anthemic kids’ pop, this song is a natural earworm. Underneath mostly loud and shouted vocals, Stargate weave a celebratory, feelgood g-funk whine throughout the choruses as a series of electro-funk synths and string and horn stabs predominate the rest. The first verse, sung solo by member Jo, proceeds from relative sparseness to an addition of hand claps and a simmering choir of backup vocals, before launching into the undeniably catchy chorus. The four female members soothe in unison as the boys contrast with revelrous chants. In the post-chorus, the girls get in on the chanting, too. The second verse, which packs more energy than the one that precedes it because it’s sung in unison, introduces each member of the group with a simple rhyme. Following the bridge, the song undergroes an unexpected key change, which raises the enjoyment, and as the song fades out, Bradley, the group’s lone black member, does some light scatting.

You know, Fuller admitted that since he was fired by the Spice Girls, there were some ideas he had had for them that he wasn’t able to use, and instead used for S Club 7. Maybe musically, he wasn’t quite finished with that g-funk infused pop sound. The Spice Girls’ “Say You’ll Be There” has that summery g-funk pool party vibe much like “S Club Party” does. Just a thought.

Here’s the music video, which shows the group transporting back to a California desert in 1959 to race a bunch of people. A choreographed song and dance seemingly materialize out of thin air, too: It comes from the movie they shot called Back to the ‘50s.

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For the next few years, S Club 7 continued to release high-charting hit after high-charting hit in the UK, but in 2002, band member Paul decided to leave. This ultimately resulted in possibly the worst sentence ever written on Wikipedia:

Talking about his former musical venture three months before he left S Club 7, Paul Cattermole described his school nu metal band — called Skua— as having a "Limp Bizkit vibe" as well as comparing their style to Rage Against the Machine.

Wat.

Following Paul’s departure, S Club 7 shortened their name to S Club and continued to make hits. However, their star was clearly fading, and in 2003, they agreed to a mutual split. In 2008, some of the members got back together and formed S Club 3. In 2014, they expanded by a member and became S Club Party. Eight months after that, all seven members regrouped for a reunion tour to cash in on some nostalgia. Needless to say, Simon Fuller was involved, and hopefully, the contracts weren’t as exploitative this time around. In the meantime, Fuller would continue unabated, amassing management deals with the likes of Carrie Underwood, Amy Winehouse, and Kelly Clarkson. In 2001, he launched Pop Idol, which would be imported to the States as American Idol.

Now you know more than you thought you’d ever know about S Club 7. It’s tragic how Fuller treated them, but the group is responsible for some great turn-of-the-millennium pop hits, despite how manufactured and seemingly preordained their success was. Oh well, we can’t help what we listened to when we were kids and nostalgia has a way of making us love things we definitely wouldn’t as adults. Nothing wrong with coming to terms and embracing that fact.

Stay the fuck inside you freaks.

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