"I should have held you in my arms everyday"

Book: Open Heart (OHSY)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: quite angsty, like the rest of the series btw

Summary: Ethan’s back from the Amazon. MC can’t really come to terms with his decision to cut her off. Based on Atlas: Enneagram from Sleeping at Last. You can find part one here.

Word count: <1,2k

Author’s notes: Ethan gets a little bit more earnest with himself and with Rebecca. I don’t have anything else to say, if not... enjoy! I finished this chapter today after auditioning for a show that my academy is putting on (we’ll be hopefully on the scene in February), so my mind felt so light that it was actually quite difficult writing it as angsty as I wanted it to be. Hope you like it anyway 💓

Song: Two - Sleeping at Last 

Ethan, tired of sipping his cold espresso with an absentminded expression on his face, decided to walk up and down the corridor for about six times in a row.

He later found her, guided by her sobs, trapped in the nearest supply closet.

He knew that many doctors, not necessarily interns, often used supply closets as a shelter from the storm of their days, but he could recognize that cry from miles away.

He wasn’t so sure that could be considered a good thing.

When he heard her, he suddenly felt a rush of recklessness to his head, pressed on the handle and stepped in.

Then he saw her, curled up in a corner, her back against shelves of bandages and bottles of saline solution that with every sob that shook her body threatened to smash on the ground.

“Wh-what do you want?” she managed to say, her voice muffled by the sleeve of her white coat pressed to her nose.

He couldn’t answer. If he told her what he really wanted from her, she would have had let out a humorless laugh and thrown a shoe at him or something like that, with an intimidating expression on her face while she not-so-politely asked him to leave the room. He just wanted her to be fine. Not for his guilt nor anything else that wasn’t her own good.

He just sat down next to her, not a word following his movements.

He knew she appreciated it.

That’s why, when he tried to take her in his arms and let her sobs shook himself too in an attempt to unconditionally share the pain she was feeling, she let him.

And her pain was his too; the denied longing was something bringing them together from their deepest depths.

“I’m sorry, Rebs. So, so sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

“I didn’t really think any of the things I said earlier, I hope you know that I’m truly sorry for everything that happened, and I can assure you that I went away for you in the first place. For your own good. I needed to forget you so you could forget me and be the great doctor you’re supposed to be. Please try to understand me, I…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence because she looked up at him, a gaze so intense and understanding that made his breath hitch.

She then lightly pressed her lips on his, a chaste kiss that seemed to say “I know, but I miss you”.

“I’m doing this for you, Rebecca. I promise. We’ll be fine.” he finally said.

And he was really doing that for her. Shattering his own heart, tearing his soul into pieces.

It dawned on him that he was doing that unconditionally, with no strings attached.

“I get it, just, please… could we stop attack each other like rabid dogs?  It’s draining all the energy out of me, I can barely focus on anything else.”

Her tone suddenly seemed so light that he couldn’t help a muffled chuckle, holding her close in that last, tender moment before turning back to the real world, one soaked in professionality and coldness.

“Of course we can,” he answered, trying to keep that lightness vivid between them “but, correct me if I’m wrong, I’m not the one who started it all.”

“Are we going to fight over this? I need to know, so I can use my best lines with you. You know that I don’t like to lose.”

Another chuckle lightly shook his shoulders while he held her one last time, pressing a kiss on her temple that lingered on her skin for a moment carved in time.

The truth was he didn’t know where the hell to start to re-build his life without her.

He kept repeating himself that spending a year with her couldn’t be enough to change the regular rhythm of his life. He was utterly wrong. Rebecca’s fiery energy followed him wherever he went, bringing out the best and worst of him altogether, making him reckless and careful at the same time when he was around her.

Reckless like when he opened that door, aware of the fact that he was going to find her sobbing a corner, or when he granted all of himself, body and soul, to the indomitable tide that was Rebecca Valentine.

Careful as he was always walking on eggshells, afraid of hurting her more that he already did, a thing he couldn’t forgive himself for.

“Ready?” he whispered, lending her a hand to stand up.

“No, but I’ll manage.”

He should have known that her answer was going to pierce straight through his heart, yet somehow her words made him feel even more miserable than he already was towards that whole situation.

“Ethan…”

He was already facing the door, deep in thought, when her voice brought him back abruptly.

“Kiss me. Like you mean it. Like you want me.”  

She said, with the most inviting voice he had ever heard.

His breath remained stuck in his throat, her gaze burning on his shoulders.

In a swift movement he managed to turn around, cup her face with both hands and let his lips encounter with hers, the impact of it disarming them both.

Her hands flew around his neck as fast as her tongue did inside his mouth, caressing and soothing all of his edginess with the power of one kiss.

When her hand reached for his coat and tried to get it out of the way though, he knew he had to stop himself before it was too late.

He pulled away with all of his strength, the unconscious and weakest part of his brain cursing him with animosity.

“You should have learned by now that this has nothing to do with want,” he began, lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“I can’t. One day you will see why, and I understand that right now all of this seems quite ridiculous and I might sound like a complete dickhead, but… you’ll see. I promise, Rookie. Trust me, like you always did. But please, never believe for a single moment that I’m doing all this because I don’t want you. That would be my greatest lie, and you know I don’t lie, especially to you.”

He knew that she was purposely averting her gaze to choke back tears, her personal way to find a way out of uncomfortable situations.

But he needed her to look straight into him to know that he was really baring himself in front of her, something he should have definitely done before, instead of running off to the Amazon in a weak attempt to clean the situation up and let her heal on her own.

“Becca, look at me. Whatever you need, I’m always here for you. Remember this. Count on me, always.”

And once again, he meant that with all of his being. She could have taken the oxygen straight from his chest, if it was necessary.

All that she gave him to that words, however, was a brief nod and a last, longing look.

The next moment she already went through the door, her scent left as the only thing that could have testified her presence there, holding him in a tight and almost painful embrace.

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Hope there aren’t any mistakes. If so, forgive me :) 

Part 1 (The Enneagram Series - One)

My masterlist 

Book: Open Heart (OHSY)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: angsttttt

Summary: Ethan’s back from the Amazon. MC can’t really come to terms with his decision to cut her off. Based on Atlas: Enneagram from Sleeping at Last.

Word count: 1,249

Author’s notes: I kinda re-imagined part of the beginning of OHSY, actually. It sounded very strange to me that MC would just try to get him back no matter what after he left her like a total coward, escaping his feelings. I just thought that she would have reacted, in some way. And being my MC extremely hot headed, that’s the way it turned out!

Song: One - Sleeping at Last

“Why do you always have to be so goddamn patronizing, Ethan?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you keep fucking up every damn thing that you lay your hands on!”

There they were, roaring at each other again.

The week they had experienced was quite rough, aiming at each other’s throat on every possible occasion and without any valid reason.

Except the fact that after his return from the Amazon, he shut her out for the umpteenth time, and soon it became clear enough to her that he wanted it to be the last.

After the first, big fight they had over Ethan’s words at Donahue’s, he decided that the wisest thing to do was to ignore her and give her time to take his decision in, although it took him an amount of effort that after two months away from her wasn’t ready to face at all.

However, his decision soon turned out to be delusional, as she began to tease him slightly on every possible occasion about his recent recanting, forcing him to stay quiet and bite every bullet in order to keep a vague appearance of dignity across the corridors.

When the situation became unsustainable to him, he began to do the only thing he was used to do when things got rough: he became a bossy jerk, continuously mistreating her to keep her away from him.

The plan obviously didn’t worked out as well as he imagined, because she began to yell at him every time he got a little too much authoritative for her taste and he, for his part, was far too proud for letting himself go the opportunity to stand up to her, his guilt only slightly moderating his tones.

At least they had the decency of fighting in his office, far from prying eyes and especially ears.

But the walls of his office were a little too thin for the volumes reached by their confrontations, and every now and then Ethan happened to notice Harper’s disapproving glances coming his way.

All that he could do was let out a long sigh, pinch the bridge of his nose and go on with his work, waiting for another day to come to an end and for Rebecca to finally draw a line under the whole situation and at least try to forgive him.

But that day, he lost it.

It wasn’t exactly something that she said or done, he deserved every cursing word coming his way.

He was simply mad and couldn’t take it anymore.

Mad with himself, for allowing to his marble heart to break down its walls and letting her in, not even thinking of the consequences.

And mad even with her, for being so incredibly breathtaking, swaying her hips and graciously laughing at the nurse station every single morning.

It was too much for him, for the cold, perfectionist, overachiever Dr. Ethan Ramsey.

He didn’t really mean those things.

He knew perfectly well that she was an excellent doctor, one of the best of her age, and most importantly he didn’t mean to say, by no means, that she was fucking him up.

He was self-destructing himself, staying away for her and forcing himself to push her away every time they got closer.

And though he was the emotionless and imperturbable doctor that Edenbrook came to know, he just wanted to loosen the reins for a bit and allow himself to feel.

Well, if he wanted to feel something, her face after those words was something that could have easily tormented him for weeks.

Totally wounded, for a moment utterly helpless in front of the amount of conflicting feelings she was experiencing.

He could read delusion, sorrow and something that he found rather difficult to pinpoint.

Maybe… Hate? Could it really be that, in the end, she came to hate him?

Well, I’d deserve it, he couldn’t help to think, the weight of what he said totally sinking in.

“Oh, well, in that case… I guess I have nothing more to do here,” she looked around his office, tears dangerously threatening  to fall off her freckled cheeks.

“Have a good day, Dr. Ramsey.”  She turned around, then stopped on her tracks when she was already holding the doorknob.

“On second thought…”

This wasn’t going to end well.

“I suggest you to let go of all this” she gestured around him “aura of complete perfectionism that you bring. It may sooner or later require something of you that you can’t afford to give away. Think of it.”

With this enigmatic words, she left the room leaving her characteristic wake of coconut and cinnamon mints behind her, the loud, angry thumps of her sneakers on the floor annoyingly drawing attention towards her.

Though he always knew she was the only mystery he wasn’t always ready to unravel, her words resonated loud and clear, like a bolt from the blue. Something he tried to ignore for all his life.

Everything in his existence had got to be perfect. No burrs of defects, from his tie knots to his patients’ charts. He lived strictly following routines and embarking only in situations he knew he could fully manage. Which was definitely not the case, speaking of her.

She came into his life like a hurricane and disrupted all of his plans.

Everything was so simple, before her.

Don’t marry, don’t have any kids, commit to your job completely and take Jenner out twice a day.

That’s all he needed, all he wanted. Until her.

Just needed to look at what he’d done to get over her and put his mind back to wherever the hell it was before.

He didn’t have many friends inside the hospital, but whoever knew him just an inch could tell that spending two months in the Amazon wasn’t exactly what he was aspiring to, at least at the time.

It happened increasingly that he found himself daydreaming of her, cuddled against him on the sofa, with her head on his shoulder and his hand through her ginger locks. He found incredibly hard to admit, especially to himself, that he once fantasized about her in a white dress, with orange flowers in her hair.

To bring things back to normal, he thought he just needed time and space to divide him from her, and the Amazon sounded like the further job offer he had received in the latest months.

It could have been a vaguely good idea only if he had the real guts to remain there and not showing his great punching-bag face anymore. He would have still found out that his feelings for her were still there, of course, but at least he would have spared her all the hurt that followed that unfortunate (but breathtaking at the same time) encounter they had at Donahue’s, the night he got back.

He always needed proof for everything, and that was one of the reasons why he became a doctor.

Laws of biology can’t hurt you, people can. That’s what he repeated himself throughout med school and afterwards.

He searched for predictability, order, perfection. But at what cost?

“Something of you that you can’t afford to give away”

His soul, his heart, his humanness. Things he reluctantly needed, as a doctor and as a hypothetically happy human being.

But he just stayed there, the scent of his now cold coffee floating around the room and his eyes locked on the door she went through mere moments ago.

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So, this is gonna be angsty.

As an aspiring singer and a huge music lover, I often draw inspiration from pieces of music. Also, I’m utterly in love with Sleeping at Last, so this is just part of what I wrote listening to them.

I’m not sure how this series is going to evolve, I just know that it will have (with any luck) nine chapters.

Maybe I will go in chronological order, trying not to mess up with the original plot, or maybe I’ll just write about some slices of life involving my favourite duo.

If you have any suggestion, please write me! :)

Unfortunately, don’t know when I’ll be able to post again. I’m having a huge mole of work to do and I don’t really know where to begin! I’ll try to keep writing as a safe haven in this messy world that we’re living in.

tags: @schnitzelbutterfingers​, @choicesfan10, @openheartfanfics​ 

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Rebecca Valentine)

Warnings: NSFW/18+, swear words

Summary: She has a date. It’s not with Ethan. Yet somehow she happens to show up at his doorstep, that same night.)

Word count: 2,468 (sorry!)

Author’s notes: My first time ever writing smut. Don’t really know what came out, actually. Like a lot of smut but with that touch of fluffiness in the end. Also, I’m not a native speaker so please report any mistake, I’m here to learn!

Song: Crumble by Jeremiah Daly

The air in his apartment was thick with resentment, disappointment and a bit of disbelief.

Just knowing her out with some other moron made the blood boil in his veins so hard that he could feel the heat radiate under his skin.

He could clearly see her, her legs crossed, portions of her firm thigh showing up further and further as she laughed at the asshole’s jokes, causing the hem of her skirt to slightly roll up.

He saw the asshole’s filthy hand casually resting on her thigh, on her shoulder or caressing her cheek.

Trying to think about anything else, his fists clenched involuntarily.

His mind, however, reluctantly perched on the color of her eyes, her hair in the sunlight, her plump, freckled lips all over him. Him, and only him. Anyone else was just a waste of time, for both of them.

The very thought of it stirred his soul to its very foundations, making him think and feel things that he should definitely not think and feel about an intern.

A sudden urge began to show up, which he promptly had to cast out with a cold shower and a glassful of his newly opened scotch whisky.

Half an hour later he found himself once again laid on his sofa, face facing the white ceiling and counting hours until his next shift, when a timid bang on the door awakened him from his unpleasant reverie.

Then he found her, dangerously glaring in her garish green dress, which was perfectly matching her ivory complexion while divinely exposing her décolleté and emphasizing the morbid curve of her hipbone.

He couldn’t help but taking her in, staring at her and gulping not so lightly at the sight.

“Rookie.”

“Hi.”

She gave him an uncertain smile, as if she was badly regretting the decision that brought her in front of him, whatever the hell that was.

“I… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here, I... G’night, Ethan. See you at work.”

She literally blurted out the words, her face becoming one with her ginger hair.

He could clearly see that awareness was dawning on her, the awareness of not having a single logical reason to be there, on a Saturday night, while a random guy, in all likelihood questionably dressed, was probably waiting for her somewhere else.

Feeling bold enough, Ethan decided to let go of the rules of logic for once in his life and took her wrist before she could step away aiming for the elevator.

“Rebecca, what happened?” he needed a moment to be able to pronounce the next sentence.

“Did he hurt you?” he let out, his voice almost a whisper.

She shook her head, lowering her gaze, and he immediately let out a sigh of relief.

First of all she was fine, and second (if he had to be completely frank with himself), he was a little too out of practice to smack a random douchebag’s nose without any inch of hesitation.

His eyes turned concerned, impatient and, if he had to say, a bit curious to learn the real reason she found herself at his doorstep in such a particular occasion.

He didn’t need to ask further questions  because she explained the situation in such earnestness that made her look absolutely endearing to his eyes, making him forget entirely that he was mentally cursing her for the sweet lines of her body and her bitchy attitude just a handful of minutes before.

“I left. I just couldn’t and, I don’t know, I felt like you needed to know this. I really don’t know what came over me, actually. That’s all. I think I need to go to bed right now.”

He couldn’t help himself from taking those words as a clearly invitation, moving a step forward and firmly grabbing her waist with both hands, his face just a breath away from hers.

“Yours…” he breathed “or mine?”

The spark was ignited.

In a split second their lips came crushing over one another, entangling themselves in a complete mess of ragged breaths and exploring tongues.

They kissed eagerly, urgently, and stopped only to regain some air and not suffocate in their almost strangling passion.

She clumsily shoved her hands under his already loosened shirt, teasing and scanning every inch of his skin, occasionally digging her red nails into his flesh.

The low and growled moans that escaped his mouth at the contact shook her at her very core, waves of warmth spreading across her body.

Soon enough, the door slammed behind them and she found herself pinned to the closest wall, medicine books, novels and fishing magazines tumbling down the bookcase.

His hands easily found their way to the zip of her sparkling dress, now laying on the shiny cedar parquet.

His fingers dug as deep as they could in the flesh of her ass cheeks as he lift her up, clinging to her as if his whole existence depended on it.

She kept her arms wrapped around his neck, tracing with the way from his collarbone up to his earlobe with heated kisses, biting the latter and making him moan loudly.

She then proceed to suck the tender spot just under it, soothing it with her tongue immediately after.

An allegory of what their relationship was.

Hurting each other but being the only one capable of soothing each other’s pain.

“Rebecca,” he groaned “what is it that you do to me?”

She got on her feet and grabbed boldly the protruding bulge now visible through the tight fabric of his pants, which he felt rather uncomfortable.

“You tell me, Dr. Ramsey.”

Letting himself escape a moan, he hastily got back to his mouth’s ministrations on hers, while his hand slipped between her thighs, caressing the tender spots agonizingly slow.

“Ethan…” she begged, thrusting her hips in response.

He once again swooped her off her feet, kissing her thoroughly while walking to reach his wide double bed.

They tumbled on it quite unceremoniously, hands in each other’s hair, trying to come even closer than they already were.

Her hands made their way to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them all and letting the item of clothing fall off his shoulders and on the floor.

His hands swiftly reached for her underwear instead, sliding  the black silky garment down her milky thighs, lightly tickling her already sensitive skin.

And instant and powerful surge of hassle shook him at the thought of her wearing that kind of panties while going out with some kind of haphazard jerk, but then he realized he was the one laying in bed next to her. The bed of his apartment, where she practically ran to when the evening hadn’t even taken off.

“Rebecca,” Ethan breathed between open mouthed kisses “spread your legs for me. I want to watch you.”

She gulped at that words, doing as told but never breaking eye contact with him, blue in blue.

“God Almighty,” he moaned in satisfaction, taking in the view in front of him “you’re so wet for me already. So amazingly wet, Becca”

With that words his fingers ran up her inner thigh, unable to contain themselves, and began to part her folds in light but firm, little circles, while he was losing himself in the sound of her moans muffled again his shoulder and the feeling of her sex wrapping around him, while he entered her with the first finger in a single, swift movement.

“Ethan…”

He could feel that she was trying her best not to scream his name out loud, keeping her eyes shut and her head tilted back as a sign of surrender.

“Becca, honey, I want to hear you” Ethan said, sliding another finger inside of her and making her back arch and her voice increase significantly.

“Look at me” he whispered on her lips, while the pleasure was unsteadily building inside of her at the slight curling of his fingers.

She opened her blue green orbits and looked at him through heavy lids, gasping loudly when his thumb find the way to her clit, circling and nudging it gently.

He then began to worship every inch of her upper body with his mouth, spreading wet kisses all over the line of her neck, her collarbone and down to her breasts and nipples, biting carefully through the thin lacy fabric of her bra.

Getting rid of the latter rather skillfully with just one hand, maybe making her wonder how many times did he do such a thing recently, his torso finally met hers without any barriers and almost melted with it, the feeling ethereal.

He progressively increased the pace of his hand on her, loud moans escaping from both mouths. His fingers seemed like dancing inside her cavity, knowing every single step of the way to her disarming climax.

Just then, the roughness of his stub brushed against the smoothness of her  inner thighs in the sweetest of contrasts and his supple tongue reached inside of her, his fingers still aiming for the spot that was slowly driving her to completion in sure, frantic movements.

“Come for me, Rebs. I need you to do this for me.”

Soon enough, everything that kept her aware of some kind of existence of the outside world shattered around her, the fierceness of her orgasm claiming her senses completely.

He looked up at her, ocean eyes sparkling with gratification, watching her chest rise and lower while she was trying to normalize her breath with her eyes kept almost stoically on the ceiling.

Usually, in moments like this she liked to keep her hands tangled in his hair, always complaining about him cutting them every month.

Ethan’s gaze immediately turned concerned at the wide gap between the two situations.

“What is it?” he asked, trying to hide that little sting of fear in his voice for what he was going to ask next.

“Do you regret this? I’m sure that prick is already having fun spending his night elsewhere, if this is what’s troubling you.”

It took an unfair amount of effort from Ethan to sound as much disinterested as possible, but the truth was he was so interested that he could even let himself go and cry at her affirmative answer, such was the emotional impact that certain moment was having on him.

“Of course not, Ethan.”

Once again, he had to put down the urge to breathe a sigh of relief at her words, though he couldn’t help but wonder what was really troubling that amazingly cumbersome mind of hers.

He didn’t have to speak, because the quizzical look in his eyes drew out all the explanation he needed from her.

“You know I don’t. How could I? It’s just that every time you hold me, every time you keep me in check like this I… I feel like I’m going to crumble in your hands, sooner or later, and that I will not be able to put all the pieces back. I feel like I’m running at full speed to self-destruction because every damn time that we hook up or make love or simply dart our eyes at each other through the corridors, you could regret everything and shut me out again after all the struggle I’ve been through to finally deal with it once. So no, I don’t regret a thing and I never will. But maybe you do and the thought of it makes my heart clench every time.”

By the end of her speech, her eyes were reddened and glistening with tears that threatened to fall at any time, while he just gaped for a second before gathering the nerve to speak.

“I’m not going to regret this, Rebecca.”

He finally managed to say, and he meant it so profoundly that his voice almost broke.

“Then show me”

She couldn’t finish the sentence that his lips were once again all over her, his teeth occasionally scraping sensitive portions of skin.

She kissed his neck eagerly, wanting more, more than she had that night and more than she ever had with him.

She wanted his soul, completely, without restraints or the fear that he could suddenly get cold feet and walk away. She wanted him whole.

“Ethan,” she breathed out, limbs aching to stay the closest she could to him, “I want you.”

She straddled him in a neat movement, pressing herself against the bulge still inside his pants while trying to get him out of them by clumsily loosen his belt.

He then lift her up impatiently, placing her on the bed as gently as he could given the urgency of the situation, and freed himself from the torture that his trousers and underwear were since the moment she showed up at his apartment in that damn golden dress, hugging her like a second skin.

A few moments later he was already placing himself at her entrance, thick and hard with the most ardent desire he had ever felt in his whole life, and scanning her face for some kind of sign to go on.

She nodded firmly and he entered her slowly, inch by inch, savoring the bliss that the feeling was bringing to the both of them.

After a few, slow thrusts, he began to increase his pace more and more, letting himself escape a nearly infinite number of low groans while she was repeatedly calling his name, as if to have some kind of guarantee that he was not going to vanish in her arms.

She began to feel once again her muscles clench around him and the tidal wave of pleasure reaching for her, drawing out cursing words from Ethan’s mouth.

“Fuck, Rebecca, I’m close,” he somewhat managed to say, panting heavily and occasionally moaning her name through her coconut scented hair.

Suddenly he lifted both of her legs over his shoulders for a different angle, thrusting deeper than ever and reaching the spot that made her finally crush down, crying out in pure delight.

He followed immediately after, hips rocking frantically while gripping at her hipbones, probably hard enough to bruise her.

They remained intertwined for what felt like a fragment of infinite, finally collapsing into each other’s arms with their eyes half shut from the exhaustion.

She kissed her forehead while he watched her drift into sleep, finally letting go of the brake that had her clutched to the conviction that he could ever regret something like this.

Things weren’t easy and they still couldn’t come out of the closet, not yet at least.

But there she was, safely wrapped in his arms and snoring lightly, making her the most endearing little thing he had ever seen.

The world around them could have crumbled down, but she would have always been intact as long as she was with him.

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Oh man, doing this edits is fun!

Plus, I absolutely love the bickering. I'm definitely gonna write more on this prompt ✨

A new fic is on its way! Something quite steamy, actually. It will be my first time posting 18+ stuff so prepare to go easy on me haha

#grandpa

Let's say that Becca took it quite personally.

You can find part I here.

Just a little something I edited today in between my online classes.

This post was mentioned in one of my fics, Cinnamon Girl.

What will Becca be up to? 😏

POV: Rebecca mocks Ethan for not being fashionable enough on social media and he replies in his own way. Because Ethan Ramsey really doesn't like to be wrong.

Part 2 coming soon!

Here we are! Finally able to introduce my MC, Dr. Rebecca Jane Valentine, through a brief identikit and a pair of edits I made.

Let's get started!

Name: Rebecca Jane Valentine

Nicknames: Rookie, Becca, Becks, Rebs, Rebbie, Lassie, a colossal pain in the ass

Birthday: 29/10/1993

Birthplace: Nairn, Scotland

Profession: Doctor

Family: Jude and Prudy Valentine

Pets: a black blind cat named Homer (deceased)

Hobbies: drawing, painting, dancing and bothering her boss with ill-timed questions

Weaknesses: cinnamon, American sit-coms, Gelato and, obviously, Ethan Jonah Ramsey

Other: her body is utterly covered in freckles, from her cheeks and the outline of her mouth to her shoulders, arms and legs (Ethan often enjoys connecting the dots); she has a keen interest on genealogy and knows quite a lot of things about her ancestors; she understand Scottish gaelic quite well, though she hasn't practiced it in a long time

Face claim: Laura Gwyneth Butler

Given that I had plenty of lessons today and I only had time to write some drabbles, I've decided to share with you some of my recent Ethan Ramsey edits.

There are some things that we already know about him (such as his age, his appearance, the relationships he has with his parents and some aspects of his personality), but I wanted to dig deeper in my imagination in order to have a more complete and developed character to write about.

So, I've decided to gather some information in an identikit:

Name: Ethan Jonah Ramsey

Nicknames: Dr. Terminator, Goddamn Diva, Spoiled Child, Entitled Jackass, Verdi, Nighthawk 

Birthday: 23/4/1983

Birthplace: Providence, Rhode Island

Profession: Doctor and diagnostician

Family: Alan and Louise Ramsey

Pets: a dog, Jenner, named after the "father of immunology" Edward Jenner

Hobbies: gym, basketball, fishing, playing the piano, literature and theatrical works (with a soft spot for William Shakespeare and Walt Whitman)

Weaknesses: vintage vinyls, whisky, cookie dough and a certain doctor named Rebecca Jane Valentine

Other: he has a strawberry-shaped birthmark on the inside of his wrist; he can do almost anything except preparing edible pancakes, no matter the recipe he uses; though he often presents himself as a disillusioned grown man, he hides an undeniable romantic side, which he finally shows Rebecca once he got to trust her fully.

Face claim: David Gandy (of course!)