#ethan ramsey

[zhoras-bitch]

[jamespotterthefirst]

Sweet Creature (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, beyond

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Lilac Allende

Word Count: 900

Rating/Warning: E/None

Summary: Ethan asks her to move in with him.

Morning light spilled lazily through the curtains, soft and golden, settling over rumpled sheets and warm skin. Ethan had been awake for a while, though he hadn’t moved. How could he dare when Lilac was half draped over him, her leg tangled with his, her head resting just beneath his collarbone.

She stirred slightly, breath evening out as she began to wake.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, fingers tracing idle patterns along her back.

“Mmm,” she hummed, not bothering to open her eyes. “Unfortunately.”

A faint smile ghosted across his lips. “It’s a day off.”

“All the more reason not to move,” she countered, tightening her hold on him just a fraction.

“I was planning on going for a run.”

Her response was immediate—a groan, dramatic and deeply offended, as she buried her face further into his chest. “Absolutely not.”

“I didn’t say you had to—”

“You were about to,” she cut in, lifting her head just enough to fix him with a sleepy glare. “And then you were going to give me puppy eyes to convince me.”

That earned a quiet laugh, low and warm against her hair.  “I don’t believe I’ve ever given you those.”

“Fine,” she allowed. “More like ‘disappointed physician slash stern physical trainer’ eyes.”

Another laugh from him before kissing her forehead. “Stay here and sleep, love. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“I should go back to my apartment,” she said, voice softer now. “I need more clothes.”

Ethan stilled.

There was nothing out of the ordinary about the statement. Yet, he disliked it. 

Lilac shifted, pressing a distracted kiss to his chest as she started to push herself up. “I’ll be quick. I can grab coffee on the way back. Oh, and breakfast from that cafe—”

His arm tightened around her waist before she could get far.

“Don’t go.”

She blinked, caught off guard, then smiled faintly. “Ethan…”

“I mean it.”

Something quiet and heavy coated his tone. 

She searched his face. “I’ll be back in like an hour.”

“That’s not the point.”

Her brows knit. “Then what is?”

Ethan remained very still, careful not to rush his words. 

“I don’t want you going back and forth like this,” he said finally. “Like you’re… visiting.”

It was Lilac’s turn to go very still. 

“You’re not visiting, Lilac. In fact, you’re the only thing that makes this place feel like home.”

She said nothing, breath held as she hinged on every word. 

Ethan held her gaze, steady now.

“Move in with me.”

She blinked at him, processing. “That’s—”

“Big,” he finished for her. “Yes.”

She let out a soft, incredulous laugh. “You just… drop that casually?”

“I don’t do anything casually.”

“Clearly.”

She studied him, really studied him, like she needed to be certain this wasn’t just a fleeting thought.

“You’re serious,” she said.

“I am.”

Another beat. Then—

“Okay.”

Ethan blinked once. “Okay?”

She smiled, softer now. “Okay. I’ll move in with you.”

Something like utter relief settled in his chest. He leaned in, kissing her slowly, like he needed to anchor the moment.

When he pulled back, her eyes were still on him, warm but thoughtful.

“You know I might be difficult to live with,” she said.

“I doubt that.”

“No, really,” she insisted, shifting slightly so she could face him fully. “I have odd habits.”

“So do I.”

“I hate the dishwasher.”

“I know.”

She blinked. “You know?”

“I’ve watched you avoid it like it personally offended you.”

“It’s a Mexican thing,” she said with a small laugh. “Growing up, we used ours as storage. We washed everything by hand.”

Ethan’s mouth twitched. “Yes, your sister told me all about how often you had to do that job because of all the bets you’d lose.”

“That’s because she was a filthy cheater.”

Ethan chuckled. 

“Back to my weird habits. I also leave drinks everywhere,” she continued. “Half-finished coffee, water, and juice. Sometimes all at once.”

“I’m aware.”

“You’re being suspiciously calm about this.”

“I’ve been living with it already,” he pointed out.

“That’s different. That’s temporary chaos.”

“And this would be permanent chaos?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll survive.”

She huffed a small laugh. “You say that now.”

“I mean it.”

Lilac paused. Then, with a suspiciously casual tone, she said, “I also want a cat.”

Ethan didn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely not.”

She gasped, offended. “You didn’t even think about it.”

“I did. The answer is no.”

“Ethan—”

“No.”

“It could be a nice cat.”

“They all start that way.”

She shoved at his shoulder lightly. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said smoothly, pulling her back against him, “you agreed to move in with me.”

The truth of the statement seemed to finally hit her. A smile that was pure sunshine broke across her face, followed by a giddy laugh. Unable to help herself, she flung her arms around him and kissed him. Ethan, without hesitation, kissed her back. 

“We’re really doing this,” she said breathlessly when they pulled apart.

“We are,” he assured her with a final kiss. 

After a moment, her voice softened again. “I’m going to miss them.”

Ethan didn’t have to ask to know she meant her roommates. 

“I know.”

“I don’t know how to tell them.”

Ethan took her hand and kissed it reassuringly. 

“They’ll be happy for you.”

“They’ll also never leave us alone.”

“That, I fully expect.”

She laughed quietly, settling back into him. Their bodies conformed to the warm tangle of sheets. Ethan, his heart a hundred times lighter, kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. 

The run could wait. 

Note: Thank you so much for reading! I already wrote the next part where Lilac tells her roommates she's moving out. Can't wait to share it soon!

[josiesopenheart]

✨Ethan Ramsey core✨ idc lol

[liaromancewriter]

Parent Trap

Premise: Ethan and Cassie have one job when it comes to their children.

Fandom: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Eloise Ramsey (F!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,095

Ethan Ramsey had a reputation. Doctors who’d trained under him spoke of withering under his fierce stare during morning rounds. Peers in the medical community knew better than to question his diagnostic judgment. It was second to none.

All these years later, people still spoke of how he’d metaphorically torn apart the keynote speech of the president of the AMA while the man was still presenting it on stage. There were only a handful of people who could challenge him and come out the winner on the other side.

He was demanding, impatient, and right much too often to be humbled.

His twin daughters didn’t care about any of that. Their father was simply Dad. Serious, strict on occasion, but also the source of the best advice—someone who never used work as an excuse to miss sports meets or dance recitals.

Of course, they wished he didn’t have such a strong radar for when they were trying to sneak out or planning to get into trouble with their friends.

It hadn’t been so bad when they were younger. But ever since she and Sophie started dating boys, their father had turned into the ogre their mother often teased him about being when she’d first met him.

Alas, if parents were perfect, there wouldn’t be so many self-help books on parenting or pseudo-psychologists peddling useless advice on social media.

At least, that’s what sixteen-year-old Eloise Ramsey believed.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, turning her head one way, then the other. Her hoop earrings (a present from her mom) shimmered as they caught the rays of the summer sun streaming through her bedroom window.

Wanting a second opinion on her outfit for her date with Jeremy, she took a quick selfie and texted it to her sister, keeping her fingers crossed that she’d gotten the time difference right.

Sophie was spending the next few weeks in London, attending the Royal Ballet School’s summer intensive program.

El missed her twin desperately. The other side of her bedroom was too quiet; no late-night tapping on the wall, no sneaking into each other’s beds to gossip when they couldn’t sleep.

Her phone pinged, and she snatched it off the dresser, smiling at Sophie’s fire emoji response to her photo.

She started texting back and forth with her sister, forgetting the time—and that she’d planned to save Jeremy from the patented Ramsey interrogation by meeting him outside.

The ringing of the front doorbell a few minutes later—not once, but twice in quick succession—had Ethan cursing as he lost his train of thought. Determined to ignore the interruption and let the housekeeper answer the door, he turned his attention back to the monitor.

He suddenly remembered the housekeeper was out running errands just as the bell chimed again.

Muttering about the inconvenience of unexpected visitors, Ethan marched out of his office. He swung the front door open impatiently, startling the teenage boy with short, curly hair, a gold chain, and battered sneakers standing outside, one hand poised over the buzzer.

“Yes?” Ethan demanded, folding his arms as he blocked the entrance.

“Uh… hi… Hi, Dr. Ramsey,” the boy stammered. “It’s Jeremy. Remember? El’s boyfriend.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed into blue steel. “I’m not senile, Jeremy. What are you doing here?”

“Oh. Uh, I…” He swallowed nervously, looking away. “That is… I…”

Ethan opened his mouth to get the boy to hurry along so he could get back to work. But Jeremy wasn’t paying attention. He looked over Ethan’s shoulder and seemed to relax.

“Umm, hi, Dr. Valentine.”

“Hey, Jeremy. Here to pick up El?” Cassie nudged Ethan aside and tugged Jeremy across the threshold.

Ethan heard the sound of running feet on the staircase and looked over his shoulder to see his daughter rushing toward them.

“Jeremy, I’m so sorry! I didn’t hear the doorbell.”

“He only rang it three times,” Ethan muttered churlishly, only for Cassie to pinch him.

“Oh, that’s alright. You look really pretty.”

Ethan scanned her outfit; black shorts and a white sleeveless top that showed too much skin, in his opinion.

“Where are the rest of your clothes, El?”

She rolled her eyes, looking far too much like her mother for his peace of mind. “Dad, it’s ninety degrees outside. People are wearing much less than this.”

Ethan started to argue, but Cassie pinched him again—hard.

“Oww.” He glared at his wife.

“Jeremy, let’s go,” El said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the door.

“Jeremy, wait,” Ethan ordered, blocking their path. “I want her home before curfew. No drinking, no drugs, and you keep your hands in your pockets—at all times.”

He ignored both his wife’s and daughter’s loud grumblings. “And just remember, I’ll be tracking her phone all night. So if you take a detour I don’t like, just know that the chief of police owes me a favor or two.”

“Dad!” El groaned. “Now you’re just embarrassing me. Come on, Jeremy. We’re going to be late for the movie.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Cassie called out cheerfully. “I’ll make sure your dad is suitably occupied and too busy to spy on you. He won’t be thinking of anything but me.”

Ethan caught the unmistakable innuendo in her tone and grinned when El caught it too.

Their daughter covered her ears with both hands. “Ugh. Why are you both so determined to embarrass me?”

Deciding he wasn’t done messing with El, he hooked an arm around Cassie’s waist and hauled her against him.

“Well,” he murmured, blue eyes glinting with mischief as he looked down at his wife. “Far be it from me to ignore such a compelling suggestion.”

Cassie’s laugh barely had time to escape before he kissed her, loving how readily she matched his passion.

“Oh my God!” El shrieked. “I hate this family.”

Jeremy, poor kid, looked like he desperately wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Cassie pulled back, grinning. “That’s not what you said when I took you shopping last weekend.”

“We’re leaving,” El announced, grabbing Jeremy’s hand with far more force than necessary.

Ethan smirked as the front door slammed behind them.

Cassie tipped her head back to look at him. “Just remember, babe, if you traumatize her too much, she’ll return the favor when we’re old.”

Ethan considered this. “A horrifying thought. But I’m stronger than that.”

Cassie rose onto her toes and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “Prove it.”

Ethan’s hand slid to the small of her back as he guided her toward the stairs. “Gladly.”

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[gryffindordaughterofathena]

Do you just wake up one random morning and miss Ethan Ramsey?

[jerzwriter]

Day 7's prompt is to write a microstory about an unusual love. I immediately knew what I wanted to do!

Fandom: Open Heart (Playchoices) Featuring: Ethan Ramsey Title: Old Friend Rating: General Words: ~300 Summary: Ethan is happy today - but that doesn't mean he'd forget a small friend who had helped him all along the way.

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Ethan would never admit to being sentimental. That was not the reason he kept his childhood teddy bear. No. If asked, he’d insist it was still in his possession because he admired the bear's resilience. After all, it had survived things that most never could.

Its fur had faded; what had once been a deep chestnut had paled to a washed-out taupe. There were patches missing, especially around its ears. The seam along its side remained uneven from where his father, Alan, had valiantly attempted repair by hand years ago after an unfortunate run-in with the family dog.

He kept it on a shelf in his closet, absurd for a man his age, he'd admit - even more absurd because he was a physician who trusted science over superstition, facts over feelings.

Still, on certain nights throughout the years - after losing a patient he tried desperately to save, or back when the silence of his apartment had reminded him of all the things he thought he could never have, on that night he almost lost Kaycee for good – he knew exactly where to turn for comfort. Sometimes he took it down and set it beside him, a reminder of a time when he had felt all the love and security in the world, and with this little bear by his side, he had held hope that perhaps one day, he’d feel it again.  

And now that he had, he still couldn’t bring himself to put it away for good, because a part of him understood that being loved in the present would never erase the things that had carried him through and brought him to the bright place where he was today.  In fact, the love he was surrounded by now only made him more appreciative of his plush little friend.  

Yeah - there was no way he'd ever toss him away.

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[potionsprefect]

In The Line Of Work

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: They’re just doing their job, even when off duty

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff, Angst

The gang hadn’t been out together for a while but when they do, it’s always a night to remember. Their lives were different to what they were years ago. Now they all lived separately but their bond hadn’t been broken and they all still worked together.

The night had started in Donahues as was tradition before moving to downtown Boston. Luckily they all booked the day off tomorrow as there was sure to be some serious hangovers. For Victoria, she had Ethan to look after her.

They had only been married for a few months but it had been the best few months of Victoria’s life. This was her first night out as a married woman and you can bet she would be flashing that ring off to anyone who walked past.

“Victoria I might need sunglasses because that ring just blinded me.” Jackie rolled her eyes.

“I knew Ethan had taste but I didn’t realise he had that good taste.” Elijah laughed.

“Do you think I’ve shown it off enough?” Victoria asked subtly tucking her hair behind her ear to make the ring glow in the light.

Jackie put on her sunglasses which she had been joking about bringing since they planned a night out. “No I think you’ve done it too little.”

“Two for one drinks! Whose genius idea was this again?” Bryce grinned as he, Rafael and Sienna sat down with more drinks

“Yours obviously. You didn’t shut up about it.” Aurora said.

“Was it? I should suggest things like this more often.”

“If you did all our bank accounts would be empty.” Rafael laughed.

“And none of us would ever work again. The hangovers would be too much.” Sienna laughed.

“That’s why we should make the most of it!” Victoria said as she grabbed Sienna and dragged her to the dance floor.

Everyone else laughing followed and soon they were all in the middle of the night club dancing to the music. This reminded Victoria of one of her favourite memories when she moved to Boston and in a city where she wasn’t familiar with anything, she found her life long friends on her first shift at Edenbrook Hospital and the rest is history, as they say.

The thumping sounds of the music was suddenly drowned out by a high pitched scream. Everyone looked towards the direction of the girls toilets. The music suddenly stopped and someone shouted “She’s collapsed!”

Victoria and the rest of the gang rushed towards where the toilets were. Bryce, Rafael and Elijah hung back a little as the girls entered the toilets.

“It’s ok, we’re all doctors. What’s happened?” Victoria asked.

“She was alright earlier!” A woman in a red dress said. “We were having a few drinks and then she started saying these weird things. She started stumbling and then she collapsed!”

“What’s her name?” Jackie asked.

“Zoe.” The woman said.

Aurora spoke to Zoe’s friend to get some more information from her whilst Sienna felt around for a pulse and nodded when she found one. “She’s breathing very fast.”

Jackie inspected Zoe to see if there was anything obvious to note. She gently pulled back the end of her skirt and her eyes widened. “Look at this.”

Victoria looked at what Jackie had found and her eyes widened as well. “We need an ambulance. Bryce!”

“Is it safe to come in?” Bryce called from outside the door.

“Yes of course it is!” Victoria rolled her eyes. “We need an ambulance. She’s been spiked.” Bryce nodded and headed out of the room.

“Put her in the recovery position.” Aurora said.

As carefully as they could, they placed Zoe in the recovery position to ensure she didn’t choke if she was to vomit.

“I’ve told the bar staff what has happened. They’ve evacuated everyone else in the club.” Rafael said.

“Bryce says the ambulance is not far away.” Elijah said.

Victoria could see Zoe struggling for breath and leant down to see how well she was breathing. Zoe’s breaths were still rapid and Victoria knew that the ambulance needed to hurry up.

As if Victoria’s thoughts were thinking out loud, two paramedics walked in and Victoria immediately stepped back to let them do their work.

Victoria pulled out her phone and called Ethan. Edenbrook was the nearest hospital and she knew that that is where the paramedics would likely go to.

The phone rang for a few minutes before Ethan picked up.

“You wouldn’t normally call me unless it is an emergency.” Ethan said.

“You’re right. Which is why I’m calling you. A woman has been spiked. Can you get prepped before we arrive?” Victoria said.

Ethan’s voice suddenly went from jokey to serious in a matter of seconds. “What’s her condition?”

“She’s alive but struggling to breathe. There’s injection marks in her right thigh.”

“Ok. I’ll alert downstairs.” Ethan said before he hung up the phone.

Victoria nodded as the phone disconnected and she looked back at Zoe who was receiving treatment from the paramedics. She looked so young and full of life, it was sad to see such a young woman like this.

Victoria knew she was in safe hands.

The doors to Edenbrook hospital burst open as the paramedics wheeled Zoe in on a gurney. Victoria saw Ethan by the door, gloving up as he grabbed the end of the gurney.

Zoe was wheeled into one of the trauma rooms and Victoria felt it was best she waited outside so that those on duty could do their jobs.

“Is she alright?” Sienna and the rest of the gang headed over to Victoria.

“I don’t know. She’s here now so that’s the most important thing.

Victoria noticed Zoe’s friend and two older people come running into view. Victoria figured this was Zoe’s parents.

Sienna went to speak to them whilst Victoria remained focused on Zoe being treated. She had never dealt with a spiking before but was well aware of the signs to look out for.

Victoria watched Ethan back away and head towards the door. He gestured to where Zoe’s parents where and Victoria pointed to where they were.

“Is she alright?” Victoria asked.

“She will be. She’ll need a period of rest. Go and get something to eat and I’ll come and find you later.” Ethan laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder before heading over to Zoe’s parents.

Victoria gestured to the gang and they all headed to the elevator.

“What a night.” Elijah said.

“Let’s never go on another night out again for a long time.” Bryce laughed.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” Rafael laughed.

“I concur. We’re not going back to that place for a long time.” Victoria said.

The rest of the gang had gone home and Victoria said she would wait for Ethan to finish his shift. Victoria waited in the office watching the clock tick slowly by. Victoria thought he may have been caught up in something else as she saw lots of doctors run past.

Tonight didn’t quite go as expected but Victorias got to hang out with her mates and that was something she always enjoyed.

The door opened and Ethan walked through, looking tired but pleased to see Victoria.

“Are you ready to go?” Ethan said.

“Yes. How is Zoe doing?” Victoria said as they walked through the hospital corridors.

“She’ll be okay. She’s very lucky, if you and the others hadn’t come to help her, things could have been very different.”

They walked past Zoe’s hospital room where they saw two police officers inside. Victoria looked at Ethan. “Have they found out who did it yet?”

“No but I’m sure they will.”

“I’ll go and see her tomorrow. Thank god we were in the right place at the right time.”

Ethan wrapped an arm around her. “I’m proud of you. You did all the right things.”

“Intern Victoria would’ve panicked but not this Victoria.” Victoria laughed.

“Old Ethan would’ve probably shouted but this Ethan doesn’t.” Ethan laughed as he pressed a kiss to Victoria’s head.

“You’re still old.” Victoria grinned.

Ethan rolled his eyes as they reached the car. “That’s the last time I praise you.”

“No it’s not.” Victoria laughed as she got in the car.

Today had been turbulent but at least Victoria ended the day with a smile on her face and a young woman was going to be okay.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

Saluting all the emergency workers out there 🫡

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