My friends call me Mal and my family calls me Lia (I respond to both). I write romance and relationship-focused stories. I believe in soulmates, happy endings and finding 'the one'.
I always dreamed of becoming a writer but knew early on that I wasn't meant to be a starving artist in a garret. So, I built a career I'm proud of and wrote whenever time allowed (which was almost never for the longest time).
During the pandemic, I realized that I was tired of waiting for the stars to align to pursue my writing. So, I created this account to initially share my original novel, Happy Ever After. And then I started writing fanfiction for Open Heart, and the rest is history.
Aside from fics and edits, I post positivity quotes and coffee memes, swoon over Hallmark movies and share random musings.
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New emoji releases has one of the Valentine Twins excited.
Rafael x F!MC
Love In Every Heartbeat - Continued - @rafasgirl23415 đ
[extended: wip] A significant time jump where Mia is older but Casey & Raf are struggling to give her a sibling. TW: mention of cancer and chemotherapy, mature themes
Chapter 259 - When Three Heartbeats Falter - Part 2
Chapter 260 -Â Seconds From Losing Her
Chapter 261
Chapter 262 - The Night That Doesnât Care Who It Breaks
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so noah kahan stopped and said âtaylor swift must be in such good shape. holy fuck, this is not easy!â after running around onstage at his concert? okay now what is aaron dessnerâs plan to get taylor and noah at long pond studios at the same time
@jerzwriter I came across a Reddit post recently where someone wondered why certain folk and Indie artists stay small and others like Noah are now booking stadium tours. And someone commented that his manager is also Chappell Roanâs manager. They have a talent for helping artists rise quickly.
I didnât fact check this so donât know if itâs true. But I do think it matters who your team is and how they manage your career. And hopefully they make decisions that preserve your artistry and authenticity.
Premise: Cassie tries her best pick-up lines but Ethanâs not biting.
Fandom: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Words: 885
A/N: I was reviewing my fic ideas tag and found all these flirty prompts, which inspired this fic. I'm using @creativepromptsforwriting Prompt #219: Quotes (31), Prompt #690 and Prompt #970. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills
Also submitting to @choicesmonthlychallenge using April prompt "touch"
It was Friday night and Donahueâs was packed. At the back of the bar, Michael Jackson blasted from the jukebox, telling everyone to beat it. Over by the pool tables, there were simultaneous loud cracks as balls split apart before rolling across the green surface.
The darts competition between surgical and medical residents was heating up, but Reggie the bartender wasnât concerned. Heâd seen a version of this rivalry play out over the years. It usually ended with the losing side buying the other a round of beer.
He wiped the inside of a glass, keeping one eye on the empty barstool reserved for one of his regulars. A threatening glare was enough to disabuse anyone who was even thinking of taking that seat.
Most nights, Ethan Ramsey could be found there, silently nursing a single Scotch and reflecting on whatever a physician of his renown reflected on. Although, ever since the man had gotten married this summer (something that still surprised Reggie), his visits had become less frequent.
But Reggie spied Ethanâs better half on the other side with her friends and knew he wouldnât be far behind. Where Cassie Valentine was, Ethan was sure to follow.
And he was right. Ethan walked in ten minutes later, glanced briefly in his wifeâs directionâa soft smile hovering on his lipsâand then parked himself at the bar.
âDidnât think you were coming tonight,â Reggie remarked, reaching under the bar for the top-shelf Scotch he kept for Ethan.
âLost track of time,â Ethan said, rolling his shoulders and running one hand through his hair before sighing loudly. âItâs been a tedious day.â
Reggie made it a double and left him to his thoughts. Before he turned to his other customers, he caught Cassieâs eye and angled his head, nodding toward Ethan.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then she glanced at Ethan, saw his slumped shoulders, and nodded in acknowledgment.
A few minutes later, Cassie propped one elbow on the bar and leaned close.
âI have to say, you look really hot.â
âNo, you donât actually have to say that,â Ethan muttered, rolling his eyes as he sipped his whisky.
He could practically see her mentally reassess as he ignored the obvious pick-up line. Really, the woman had better ones in her repertoire. He should know, as heâd been on the receiving end of plenty.
She tried again.
âI heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if weâre compatible?â
âNo, thank you,â he said, not taking his eyes off the amber liquid.
It was perverse of him, but Ethan wanted to laugh at the shocked expression on her face when her second attempt failed.
He peeked at Cassie, grinning at how her green eyes narrowed in determination. She drummed her fingers on the bar top and then straightened.
Placing one hand on his jaw, she angled his face toward hers, her smile coquettish. âI think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.â
âUh-huh,â he said dismissively, secretly enjoying himself and feeling the stress heâd been carrying lighten.
It took supreme willpower not to kiss the pout forming on her lips. Ethan wondered if she was ready to call it quits, but her annoyed look told him her competitive spirit had been activated.
âYou know, I believe that honesty is the best policy,â she drawled, making his heartbeat skip as she seductively traced one finger down his arm. âSo to be perfectly honest, I want to spend many more days with you.â
âSorry, Iâm married,â he said, perfectly deadpan.
This time, he did laugh when she let out a short, frustrated scream and pinched his biceps.
âYou try my patience, Ethan!â
Still laughing, he tugged her close, wrapping her in his arms. âIn my defense, love, youâve used better pick-up lines in the past.â
âOh, please. That was gold-tier flirting, Ramsey,â she said, incensed.
âIt must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line,â he quipped, matching her earlier playfulness.
Cassie lifted one brow superciliously. âWere you expecting to have sex tonight? Because your chances are decreasing by the second.â
He grinned. âMy wife is pretty forgiving.â
She rolled her eyes but didnât argue the assertion.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, eyes locked on each other, the bar around them fading away. The longer the silence stretched between them, the more Ethan could feel his shoulders loosen and his mind clear.
âFeeling better?â Cassie asked, her voice whisper-soft so that only he could hear.
âYeah.â
âGood,â she said, smiling as she stepped back. âIâm going back to my friends now and leaving you to enjoy your airlock.â
Before she could walk away, Ethan reached for her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.
âCassieâŚâ he began, struggling to find the right words to capture how she made him feel, how much she had changed his life. But nothing came to mind.
âI know.â She squeezed his hand. âFinish your drink and then letâs go home.â
Home. For the longest time, he wasnât sure what that was. But now he knew. It was wherever she was.
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Premise: Cassie tries her best pick-up lines but Ethanâs not biting.
Fandom: Open Heart
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Words: 885
A/N: I was reviewing my fic ideas tag and found all these flirty prompts, which inspired this fic. I'm using @creativepromptsforwriting Prompt #219: Quotes (31), Prompt #690 and Prompt #970. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills
Also submitting to @choicesmonthlychallenge using April prompt "touch"
It was Friday night and Donahueâs was packed. At the back of the bar, Michael Jackson blasted from the jukebox, telling everyone to beat it. Over by the pool tables, there were simultaneous loud cracks as balls split apart before rolling across the green surface.
The darts competition between surgical and medical residents was heating up, but Reggie the bartender wasnât concerned. Heâd seen a version of this rivalry play out over the years. It usually ended with the losing side buying the other a round of beer.
He wiped the inside of a glass, keeping one eye on the empty barstool reserved for one of his regulars. A threatening glare was enough to disabuse anyone who was even thinking of taking that seat.
Most nights, Ethan Ramsey could be found there, silently nursing a single Scotch and reflecting on whatever a physician of his renown reflected on. Although, ever since the man had gotten married this summer (something that still surprised Reggie), his visits had become less frequent.
But Reggie spied Ethanâs better half on the other side with her friends and knew he wouldnât be far behind. Where Cassie Valentine was, Ethan was sure to follow.
And he was right. Ethan walked in ten minutes later, glanced briefly in his wifeâs directionâa soft smile hovering on his lipsâand then parked himself at the bar.
âDidnât think you were coming tonight,â Reggie remarked, reaching under the bar for the top-shelf Scotch he kept for Ethan.
âLost track of time,â Ethan said, rolling his shoulders and running one hand through his hair before sighing loudly. âItâs been a tedious day.â
Reggie made it a double and left him to his thoughts. Before he turned to his other customers, he caught Cassieâs eye and angled his head, nodding toward Ethan.
Her brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then she glanced at Ethan, saw his slumped shoulders, and nodded in acknowledgment.
A few minutes later, Cassie propped one elbow on the bar and leaned close.
âI have to say, you look really hot.â
âNo, you donât actually have to say that,â Ethan muttered, rolling his eyes as he sipped his whisky.
He could practically see her mentally reassess as he ignored the obvious pick-up line. Really, the woman had better ones in her repertoire. He should know, as heâd been on the receiving end of plenty.
She tried again.
âI heard that you can determine how well you fit together with another person by kissing them. Want to skip the small talk and see if weâre compatible?â
âNo, thank you,â he said, not taking his eyes off the amber liquid.
It was perverse of him, but Ethan wanted to laugh at the shocked expression on her face when her second attempt failed.
He peeked at Cassie, grinning at how her green eyes narrowed in determination. She drummed her fingers on the bar top and then straightened.
Placing one hand on his jaw, she angled his face toward hers, her smile coquettish. âI think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.â
âUh-huh,â he said dismissively, secretly enjoying himself and feeling the stress heâd been carrying lighten.
It took supreme willpower not to kiss the pout forming on her lips. Ethan wondered if she was ready to call it quits, but her annoyed look told him her competitive spirit had been activated.
âYou know, I believe that honesty is the best policy,â she drawled, making his heartbeat skip as she seductively traced one finger down his arm. âSo to be perfectly honest, I want to spend many more days with you.â
âSorry, Iâm married,â he said, perfectly deadpan.
This time, he did laugh when she let out a short, frustrated scream and pinched his biceps.
âYou try my patience, Ethan!â
Still laughing, he tugged her close, wrapping her in his arms. âIn my defense, love, youâve used better pick-up lines in the past.â
âOh, please. That was gold-tier flirting, Ramsey,â she said, incensed.
âIt must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pick-up line,â he quipped, matching her earlier playfulness.
Cassie lifted one brow superciliously. âWere you expecting to have sex tonight? Because your chances are decreasing by the second.â
He grinned. âMy wife is pretty forgiving.â
She rolled her eyes but didnât argue the assertion.
They stayed that way for a few minutes, eyes locked on each other, the bar around them fading away. The longer the silence stretched between them, the more Ethan could feel his shoulders loosen and his mind clear.
âFeeling better?â Cassie asked, her voice whisper-soft so that only he could hear.
âYeah.â
âGood,â she said, smiling as she stepped back. âIâm going back to my friends now and leaving you to enjoy your airlock.â
Before she could walk away, Ethan reached for her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.
âCassieâŚâ he began, struggling to find the right words to capture how she made him feel, how much she had changed his life. But nothing came to mind.
âI know.â She squeezed his hand. âFinish your drink and then letâs go home.â
Home. For the longest time, he wasnât sure what that was. But now he knew. It was wherever she was.
