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2dmenenthusiast · 2 years ago

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Last Night on Earth Pt.4

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

shoot me in the face, I hate and love this chapter. some parts I really like, but others you can definitely tell I rushed through, but at this point imma say good enough and post it anyway. Lemme know what you think!

warnings/other infor: Vommiting, descriptions of gross shit like um Ethan sticking his hand in a dudes neck

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

You didn’t think your body could survive more training without falling apart. Your limbs ached and your muscles were sore, eyes struggling to stay open as you laid in your bunk.

“Hey.”

Someone slapped your boot clad foot, effectively snapping you out of your near slumber. You grumbled and rolled onto your side.

“Not now, Harding.”

He laughed, fingers pushing into your back. “Come on, thought you wanted to shower after today?”

He was right. You were absolutely disgusting. Dried mud cracked against your skin, and you could practically feel dust settling under your eyelids. God, you were so fucking tired, though. You’d probably end up collapsing and falling asleep the second you stood under the water.

You stuck out your hands, making a grabbing motion. “Carry me.”

Someone chuckled from the other side of the room, and Lee came into your sight.

“You want a foot rub with that, too?”

Your eyebrows raised, pretending to think about it, and she slapped your shin. With a groan, you finally jumped down from your bunk, landing with a quiet “oof.” Harding was then quick to wrap his arm around your neck and get you in a headlock, which wasn’t hard considering he had almost an entire foot on you height wise.

“Ah— Hey!”

You struggled to push against his side, but it was like trying to fight a brick wall. He only laughed at your weak attempt, practically dragging you out of the room and towards the showers.

“You make it too easy, kid.”

“Ugh— Just you wait, I’ll kick your ass in hand to hand later.”

“Oh, I’ll put money on that,” Lee chimed in, her smiling face coming into view.

The hand not gripping Harding’s arm for dear life snatched out towards her face, and she jumped away with a squeal. Yes, every day of basic training, getting verbally abused by your superiors and kicked while you were down, it was hard. You were just grateful to have these two chuckleheads in your life to get you through it.

That reminded you, you had to write back home sometime soon. You knew they were all worried, least of all Lucas, but they were proud as well. When you first came to them and told them you wanted to enlist, your mother had her reservations, and Zoe was scared. But, your father held the fondness in his eyes only a dad could have for their child, and told you that if that’s what you wanted to do, then he’d support you. You knew he’d understand, considering the fact that he was in the service when he was younger.

They sent you off months ago with tears in their eyes, your mother clutching a tissue in her hand and hugging you so tight you could barely breathe. She didn’t want to let go. And if you were honest, you didn’t want to either. You’d never been away from home, not even to spend the night at a friend’s house. This terrifying unknown gripped at all of you, unaware of what your future held.

You pulled away from your mother, gently wiping at her tears, and told her everything would be okay, and that you loved her. It only made her crying worse.

You missed them. Fuck, you missed them every day. They constantly gave you updates on how Zoe was doing in school, what projects Lucas had been up to, and newer renovations your dad was working on around the house. You kept a photo they sent in their latest letter on your person at all times, a constant reminder of the unconditional love they held for you.

You couldn’t wait to see them again.

***

If you were sure about anything, it’s that you’d need to see a fucking chiropractor after all this shit was said and done. You think the last time you ached this much was back during basic training. You could practically hear your drill sergeant barking orders at you and screaming in your face. Hell, you’d spend the rest of your life climbing over walls and crawling under barbed wire while someone shot over your head rather than face another day of this miserable life you currently faced.

The only thing remotely giving you any hope was the thought of seeing your sister, safe and sound in the trailer where she said she’d be.

“Shit!”

Your foot caught in a large tree root and you stumbled into Ethan’s side, almost falling on your face if it wasn’t for his hold on you. Your body twisted uncomfortably and hot pain shot through you, fingers gripping the man’s shirt as he adjusted you.

“Come on, we can make it. Just a little further,” he said.

He tried tugging you along, but you resisted. Pulling yourself away, you kept your hand on his arm and shook your head. “I can’t. You— you have to go on ahead. I’m dead weight.”

Ethan’s eyes were wide as he digested your words, frantically moving his head back and forth and gripping your shoulders.

“Hey, hey! Don’t talk like that! We can still do this, I—”

“Christ, Ethan. I’m not asking you to leave me for dead,” you huffed with a smile.

You took a moment to look at him, and the urge to rub out the crease between his brows that held all his concern for you made your fingers twitch. You’re not positive if he really cares about you, or if he just needs you to get to his wife. But you didn’t particularly feel like making that distinction just yet.

“I can make my way back to the trailer on my own. It’s not far. You can go get the arm and meet me back.”

“And what happened to the second rule, huh? We do this together.”

He seemed desperate, like letting you walk away was signing your death warrant.

“And three: if we’re separated, we meet back at the trailer.”

Ethan huffed out a laugh, “Are you really trying to loophole your way out of this?”

Lips turning up in a smirk, you pushed your hand against his chest, getting some distance between you. “My rules, remember? I think I can bend ‘em a bit if I need to.”

You finally turned your back to him and began making the familiar journey back to the main house. His footsteps followed a bit after, and you thought for a moment he was going to escort you. Like he was that damn paranoid that you were going to die without his watchful gaze on you all hours of the night.

“You better still be kicking by the time I get back!”

“Yeah, right in your face, dick!”

His laughter echoed around the trees, and his footsteps went off in the other direction. The silence that filled the night air quickly surrounded you, nothing but crickets and wood creaking as the branches swayed in the wind. You must admit, you felt a bit unsettled without Ethan at your side. Without his constant questions and his god awful dad jokes, you felt alone.

You brought a hand up and lightly slapped your cheek.

Let’s just hope the asshole makes it.

Something in your head was yelling at you to turn back and go for him. That separating was as bad of an idea as Ethan said it would be. But you knew you had to keep going. You’d only slow him down, and that’d get both of you killed.

You wonder how long it’d take for your father to come after you. What monster he’d regenerate into before trying to tear you all limb from limb. And Lucas. Whatever sick games he was devising for all of you, you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

That was one thing that unsettled you. The fact that Lucas was already messed up before the mold got in his head. A neighbor boy went missing some years back, one that your brother had over a few times. You couldn’t prove it, but you knew he had something to do with it. He had been showing all the signs. You found buried animal corpses in the backyard one day, your stuffed animals and toys cut open and disfigured. You were just grateful he never went after you or Zoe. No, that would make your parents too suspicious.

Hand reaching up, you felt in your jean pocket and felt the coolness of your mothers wedding ring against your fingers. Maybe she was somewhere, looking down at you. You never took much stock in those beliefs, especially since this whole thing started. But it was never bad to hope. To think that maybe she was your guiding hand in all this fucking mess.

The light from the trailer shone through the trees, causing you to pick up your pace with your gun out and ready, and your heart raced as you got closer. You prayed to anything and everything that Zoe wasn’t hurt.

She’s there! Just behind the door—!

You rushed up the steps and burst through, calling out your sister’s name with a large grin on your face. It slowly dropped though when you realized the trailer was empty. No sight of her anywhere.

“... Zoe?” You turned every corner, looked in the closet… Nothing. “Zoe?!”

The phone rang, and you swore you were going to give her a fucking earful as you picked it up and pressed it to your ear.

“You worried me sick, ya know?! Where the hell are—”

“I’m so sorry, but Zoe can’t come to the phone right now! I thought she uh, needed a lil’ time out. She and Mia are keepin�� each other company,” Lucas laughed.

Eyes widening, your heart raced and your hand slammed down on the countertop. “Lucas, I swear to god, don’t you fucking touch her! I know you really want Ethan and I. Just let them go!”

“Nuh-uh! I got big plans for all of ya’ll. You want that head so bad, right? Feel free to come get it! But only if you participate in a little uh, activity I��ve put together for you both.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, angry tears brimming around them as your fingers curled into a fist. If it was possible, you’d reach through the phone and choke the fucking life out of him.

“Fuck you, Lucas! I’m not playing your sick games anymore!”

“Awww, now don’t be like that. Now, what I need you to do is take a peek inside the fridge there. Come on, you wanna have some fun, don’t ya?”

Chest shuddering with a deep breath, you adjusted your fingers around the phone, feeling like you were about to break it in your grasp. “You better hide, Lucas. Because I’m not gonna stop ‘til I find you and fucking bleed you dry!”

He started to speak again, probably to throw another childish insult your way, but you slammed the phone down onto the cradle before you could hear anymore. The phone was picked up and thrown across the trailer, the cord ripping out of the wall as it clanged loudly to the floor.

You wanted to scream. Yank your hair out. You wanted to wrap your hands around the little bastard's throat and squeeze until his eyes popped out of his sockets and he was choking on his own blood.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

FUCK!

Your fist slammed into the closet door, no doubt reopening what had previously healed, and you collapsed onto the bed with your head in your hands. You were acutely aware of the fact that there was still some disturbing gift in the fridge left by your brother, but you didn’t want to look. What if it was some part of Zoe? You couldn’t take knowing if he hurt her.

God, you were just so tired. All of this running around, looking for the serum. You were still skeptical about it even working. And if it didn’t, shit, you don’t know if you’d be able to handle it. You always tried to remain strong. For you, for your sister. No matter what or who came at you, you didn’t let it slow you down. You pushed and pushed and pushed until it fucking hurt. Until you almost broke. But this. The one hope you have of getting out of here turning out to be a complete and total sham.

That would break you. It would break Zoe. And all hope and reason would be gone.

Your hand sweeped over the covers, gently grasping them before you laid down and curled up on your side. You pressed your face into the pillow, the tears you desperately tried to hold back slipping down your face.

Was this it? You’d just lay down and wallow here in your pain and misery?

But it hurts so much.

It always fucking hurts. No matter which way you wrap it, what direction you take, whatever you do differently. It never stops hurting.

You could feel your body sinking into the bed, pain pulsing through your muscles.

Get up. Get up. Get up!

I can’t

You don’t want to.

No. I don’t

Your throat burned and your chest ached as you choked on a sob, slamming your fist into your chest and gasping. You just wanted it to stop. You didn’t know if it ever would.

I should’ve been faster, Zoe. I’m sorry.

The door to the trailer creaked open, followed by a male voice calling out your name. You were half tempted to tell him to leave, too embarrassed to have him witness you in such a weak state. You knew he’d try to comfort you, try to give you words of encouragement and tell you to keep going. You didn’t want to hear any of it right now.

He called your name again, his footsteps getting closer. They stopped right next to you, your back facing him, and it was like you could feel the air around you shift with his sudden concern.

“Hey… Hey, what’s going on?”

His voice was soft. Gentle. Having him near you again… it was comforting at the very least.

Shaking your head, you sniffled, nose full of snot and your face crusty with dried tears. “She’s gone… He took her,” you muttered.

The bed sank with Ethan’s weight, his leg touching yours. “Lucas. Listen, we’re gonna get her back. Her and Mia.”

You raised your hand, pointing towards the fridge. “He left us something.”

Following your finger, Ethan hesitantly stood from the bed and walked over. You held your breath when you heard the fridge door open, and he softly gasped. You swallowed down the lump in your throat.

“Is it her?”

The gap of silence between your question and his answer was too long for your liking. Like he was keeping you guessing and in suspense. But you breathed out a sigh of relief when his voice finally reached your ears.

“It’s the deputy.”

With a wince, you rolled onto your other side and looked down the trailer at Ethan staring into the fridge with a look of horror on his face. He slowly let it shut and met your eyes before making his way back to you. He cautiously looked you over, assessing the damage done to you by your mother and whatever other monsters you ran into during the night.

Your bandages were soaked through and dirty, your face covered in muck and debris and your blood seeping through your clothes. You looked like hell. And Ethan was sure he didn’t look any better. But you… You were so strong. So diligent and thought out in everything you said and did. Ethan wasn’t sure if he met anyone nearly as stubborn and headstrong as you. No one would probably come close.

He located the first aid kit from when he last used it and sat beside you, draping one of your arms over his lap. He was slow and methodical as he unwrapped the ruined bandages. You realized he was just as gentle as when he first did them. Back when he didn’t even know you. Ethan was the type of man to give you the shirt off his back if you asked him to. He was someone honorable. Devoted. That you knew now. And you admired it. And here he was, taking care of you when he didn’t need to. Wrapping your arms when it was probably pointless. They’d just get ruined again. You’d just get hurt worse than before.

Why did any of it matter?

“How’s your back?” he asked, his voice soft.

You shrugged. “Hurts.”

“Well, I’d say that’s a bit of an understatement,” he chuckled, finishing wrapping your other arm.

You looked at the clean bandages and slightly flexed your fingers, making sure you still had feeling in them. Ethan got up at some point, you could hear the water from the sink running, and he came back with a wet rag in hand. Sitting back down next to you, he reached out towards your face and paused just short of your forehead, silently letting you know that he was going to touch you. You didn’t flinch. Not this time. But still, he took care in making sure you were okay.

When the cool rag touched your skin, you sighed and closed your eyes, and you could practically hear Ethan smile. He was happy to see you take a moment. To not be so on guard all the time.

“You know, I don’t think getting me all nice and prettied up is gonna increase our odds of getting out of here.”

Ethan chuckled, the rag swiping over your jaw. “I don’t know. Might stop those weird monster lookin’ things in their tracks for a moment.”

You scoffed. “You flatter me, Winters.”

Once he was done wiping your face, he went to pull away, but you grabbed his wrist and sat up on the bed. Silently, you grabbed the rag from him and started cleaning up his own face, sharp features dulled by the dirt covering them.

“Oh I see. Now we’re doubling our chances,” he said, a grin on his face.

Your fist lightly jabbed at his chest and you dropped the rag onto his lap with a small chuckle. “I don’t really think you’re their type.”

He shimmied his shoulders, straightening himself up. “I think I clean up okay.”

“Yeah, okay Fabio.”

He stood from the bed and helped you up, making sure you had your balance. Your muscles and bones ached and screamed in pain, urging you to stop. But you knew now that you couldn’t. You had to keep going, no matter what.

“We have to go back into the house. Get a key or something.”

Shaking your head, you looked through your closet and picked out a clean shirt. You signaled for Ethan to turn around, and he did without question. “So we’re participating in his fucked up games then.”

“Hey, I don’t like it either, but what other choice do we have?”

You sighed, clapping him on his shoulder once you were properly dressed. “Great. Just know I’m gutting him when we find him.”

“I’ve got no objections.”

Checking your gear, you and Ethan made sure you were fully stocked up before leaving the trailer and walking back up to the main house. As soon as you opened the back door, a flood of emotions filled you that you couldn’t quite place. Grief. Longing. Nostalgia. It was overwhelming to say the least. You had so many good memories growing up here. You were loved and cared for. You tried not to let your current situation tarnish those memories… But needless to say, it was difficult.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Basement. Gotta find the cop’s body.”

You had a full body shiver at the thought of going down there, making a disgusted noise. Ethan turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

“You scared?”

“I’m sorry, have you seen it down there? It’s something out of some sick prick’s nightmare.”

“Pretty sure this whole place is some nightmare.”

You sighed, checking behind the door decorated with a scorpion. “Yeah. No need to tell me twice.”

You let Ethan take the lead into the basement, knowing full well how capable he was by now at protecting himself and you. If anything proved it, it’s how well he handled himself with your mother. Not to mention the fact that he’s survived long enough without your help at first.

It was darker and more decrepit than you last remembered it. Slime and mold covered the walls, entrails of something decorating the floor. Your nose turned up at the stench of rotten flesh, plastic bags stained red scattered around each room you searched. You never knew what went on down here. You never cared to. But the innocent screams you heard late at night told their own story. One’s that would stick in your mind until you met your own end.

Something rumbled not too far off, and you both paused, weapons at the ready. After a moment of brief silence, Ethan shrugged.

“I feel like I’m hearing things at this point—”

The wall in front of him exploded and out came one of those mutated monsters, scrambling towards him on all fours

“Shit!”

He pumped the creature full of bullets until the cylinder was empty, and it collapsed to the floor with a final breath. He turned to you, chest heaving.

“What the hell was that thing?!”

“Another one of Evie’s friends. We don’t see that kind a lot, but keep an eye out for more just in case.”

Ethan nodded, reloading his revolver and continuing forward. Glancing down at the dead creature, you frowned. How could a little girl be capable of this? So much destruction. So much hate. She wanted a family. That’s what she always said. That Mia was her mommy. What happened to her to make her like this? Who did this to her?!

The thought made you angry. Some fucking government corporation experimenting on little girls and profiting off of it. What kind of sick fuck would do something like that? You knew about bioweapons during your service. Many of your peers thought it was bullshit. Made up. But seeing this… It all confirmed it as reality. Your reality.

By the time you made it to the Dissection Room, you felt like you wanted to vomit all over Ethan’s back. The sights and smells were almost more than you could handle, a constant stone in your throat as you swallowed back the bile threatening to rise up. You weren’t usually this squeamish, having seen a lot of disturbing and unsettling things in your life. But comparatively, this was so much worse.

You and Ethan gazed at the headless, rotting corpse of the deputy, his limbs stiff and his body cold as rigor mortis set in. His veins were black and that same gooey substance covered him, suggesting that the infection had spread through his body.

Poor bastard.

You glanced at the wooden board placed next to his head and skimmed over the crude handwriting, barking out a shocked laugh. Once Ethan read it, he shook his head with a groan.

Prove you’re a real man— stick your hand down the pig's throat!

“Oh, absolutely not.”

You immediately stepped away, arms crossing over your chest. He looked at you with wide, expecting eyes.

“You’re really expecting me to do this? He’s your brother!”

“Ah ah— adoptive. I think that’s the key word in this situation here. And I’m pretty sure he’s speaking to you here, Hoss.”

With a sigh, Ethan rolled up his sleeve and flexed his hand, slowly and reluctantly pushing his fingers into the deputy’s neck. Your hand slammed over your mouth as you watched him get up to his elbow in this guy, his flesh squishing and squelching as Ethan searched around for the key. He let out a grunt once he found it and slowly pulled his hand out, and the trigger on your gag reflex finally released as you bent over and emptied your stomach.

Now, normally you’d hold onto a smidgen of shame and would’ve swallowed it back. But now? You were okay with being an upchucking coward for just a few moments.

Ethan mumbled out a curse and hurried to your side, but you put your hand out and signaled to him that you were fine.

“God, that’s fucking disgusting,” you gasped out, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth.

Ethan didn’t say anything, simply staring in horror down at his hand, covered in blood and other mysterious substances he didn’t want to think about.

“Think I’d rather get my hand cut off again,” he muttered, wiping his arm on his shirt.

He shoved the snake key in his back pocket, which you had no objections to because fuck being in charge of carrying that nasty thing. The speaker in the room came to life with a sharp ring, and Lucas’s voice followed after.

“That pretty little thing will help you find the two keycards you’re gonna need to join the party we’re havin’ over here! Y'all gotta earn your way!”

“Oh go fuck yourself,” you sighed, hands gripping your knees. From the lack of response, you're guessing Lucas didn’t hear you.

“Come on, the sooner it’s over with the better.”

You took to Ethan’s side without further complaint, and you both proceeded to scramble all over the house for doors with the large snake charm on it. It wasn’t very difficult, one leading to Lucas’s childhood bedroom and the other leading to the master bedroom. They sent you under and over, scouring around for those two stupid fucking keycards while dealing with more stupid monsters in this stupid house! By the time you finally found both of them, you stomped up to the glowing locked door with murderous rage on your agenda. The target? Your brother. And anything else that stood in your way.

Once the door clicked open, the only thing lighting your way was the flashing lights and the fluorescent glitter covering the floor. You climbed the stairs, and the words “LET’S PLAY” were painted in glitter across the floor and ceiling.

“Fucking dickhead,” you muttered. And maybe it was stupid of you considering the fact that you were ignoring Ethan’s concerned calls of your name, but you barged into the next room without thought. Your only concern was finding Lucas and killing him.

Luckily, nothing threatening was in the vicinity, besides a chair with an old CRTV sitting in front of it.

“Wow. Spooky. Careful, it might bite you,” Ethan said from behind you, lightly nudging your shoulder as he scooted past you and sat in the chair.

“Shut up, dork,” you mumbled. Before you could get another word out, the tv turned on by itself and the image of your brother fiddling with the camera popped up on the screen.

After a moment, he finally sat back and chuckled to himself, a satisfied look on his face. You immediately wanted to slap it off.

“Ethan. E-than! Hold on, hold on. I got somethin’ for ya.” He pulled something out of frame, and you quickly recognized it as the D-series head Zoe said she had. “You know what this is for? You know what Zoe wants to do with this?!”

He laughed maniacally, like he had it all figured out. And maybe he did. Maybe this whole ordeal ended with him winning and the rest of you dead. But you wouldn’t give up until he was dead and burned.

“Hooo-Wee! She thinks this thing is special! Nuh-uh. This— this right here is special.” He held up his hand, and in his other was a pair of pliers. You both watched in horror as he grabbed one of his fingernails and tore it off, leaving nothing but a bloody and raw nail bed behind. “You see, not everybody wants to turn back the clock!” Another nail, and you winced.

He suddenly turned to look at something off the screen, throwing the pliers down. “What?! What, Eveline? I’m just trying to show them! I'm trying to show them that not everybody wants to go back to how things were!” You doubted Eveline was really in the room with him. She could do that, make people see hallucinations of her without really being there. You’ve seen your fair share.

“Zoe’s a stupid bitch! She doesn’t understand that I don’t wanna go back to how things were before my father found y'all. That fuckin’ orphan neither! So,” he turned back towards the camera, getting way too close for your liking, “You can, um, crawl around that filthy, rotten house all you want lookin’ for them ingredients. But you ain’t gonna find a goddamn thing!”

You stepped away from the TV, looking for something long and preferably made out of metal.

“You wanna make that serum? Ooh, baby. You’re gonna have to come through me. You hear—”

A long steel pipe swung into the screen, causing Ethan to jump out of his seat with a loud curse as glass shattered onto the floor and sparks flew. You huffed out a breath, dropping the pipe and letting it clatter to the floor.

“Yeah. I hear you, asshole.”

You moved forward without a word to Ethan, too busy stewing in your own frustration, and he followed without question.

He was a fucking psychopath. Even while you were growing up, something was always off with him. You tried getting along as best as you could in front of your parents, but behind closed doors, you fought like anger was the only emotion you were capable of sharing with one another. He always teased and pushed you around. When you first started living with them, it wasn’t bad. It only got worse as you grew older.

Some days you could keep the peace, Lucas only being a mild annoyance to you at the best of times. But he would constantly poke and poke and poke until you fucking snapped. And he got no greater joy out of anything else than watching you get upset.

You’re not sure if he ever considered you his sibling. If he just thought you were some orphan that his parents took in out of the goodness of their hearts. He never got along much with Zoe either, but he didn’t pick on her nearly as much as he did with you.

3 out of 4 though? You were okay with that.

Your hand shot out and pressed against Ethan’s chest when you entered the next room, silently pointing towards the rectangular bomb with a glowing red light attached to the wall, along with the tripwire extending out from it. Raising your gun, you shot at it and watched it explode.

“He’s probably got this whole place trapped. Keep an eye out and shoot whatever bombs you see.”

“As if this guy couldn’t get any more sadistic,” Ethan said, heeding your warning as he made his way further into the room.

“This probably isn’t the worst of it.”

Ethan raised a hand and unenthusiastically shook it around in the air. “Hooray, can’t wait.”

Being so tedious and careful with every move you made was making you impatient. That was always your Captain’s main complaint about you. Impatient and stubborn. It’d probably be engraved on your headstone if you didn’t make it out of this alive.

Probably shouldn’t say that out loud.

You adjusted your grip on your gun, trying to ground yourself somehow so you didn’t go flying off the handle and rushing through the place. You’d have to say bye-bye to your limbs if you did that, and you didn’t feel like parting with them just yet.

How the hell am I gonna kick Lucas’s ass if I’m legless?

Shooting the last bomb, you rushed towards the metal door ahead of you and tested the handle to see if it would open.

It didn’t.

Of course.

Could someone forget to lock the door? Just once.

Ethan busied himself with the electronic keypad next to it, closely examining the worn numbers and cracked screen. The sound of metal rattling caught your attention, and your eyes snapped to your brother’s face pressed against the door.

“I know— fuckin’ passwords, right? Why don’t you try 0814.” Ethan furrowed his brows, fingers hovering over the keypad. “No-no-no-no! 0612. No, wait! It’s 0514. Come on, take a chance! You never know.”

You pulled the hammer down on your gun and shoved it between the holes in the door, the barrel lined up with Lucas’s head. “How about I fuckin’ blow your brains out instead?”

His eyes slightly widened and his lips slowly turned up in a grin. “Now, you know that won’t do much. I’ll just come back.”

You huffed, chest visibly rising with a deep breath. “No… But it’ll feel damn good.”

He had the nerve to laugh. Of course he did. He felt nothing, the sadistic prick.

“Yeah? Let’s see what happens to Mia and Zoe then when I get back up. Come on. Do it.”

A hand was on your arm, Ethan quietly muttering your name. “It’s not worth it.”

With a sigh, you slowly lowered your gun, reluctant to listen to Ethan. But you knew he was right, and you didn’t want to risk anything happening to Zoe or Mia if Lucas made good on his word.

But then he laughed again. “Awww. Like a trained dog— Shit!”

The bullet went clean through his leg, and he hurriedly limped away into the darkness.

“Feel better?”

You shrugged. “A little.”

A secret door opened next to you, and with nowhere else to go, you cautiously went forward.

“So,” Ethan began, “the whole Special Forces thing. You got any stories to pass the time?”

You let out a chuckle. “Sure, but none of them are nearly as crazy as what’s going on right now.”

“Well I’d be kind of worried if they were. Come on, even if it’s something small.”

Letting out a sigh, you and Ethan entered what looked to be a… barn? Since when the hell was there a barn on your property?

“Well. Ummm— Oh! There was the one time we had to apprehend the supplier of illegal weapons to a local terrorist group. They tried holing up in a building for a few days until we smoked ‘em out. Was kind of a shitshow.”

Ethan picked up a large battery, bringing it over to the panel on the wall.

“Oh—” you cut yourself off with a laugh, hand waving around, “And there was this other time Harding—”

The panel exploded into flames, causing you and Ethan to stumble back. Blue and white lights flickered and spun around the room, and your brother’s annoying voice came over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the barn fight! Keep it clean, y’all— we have rules!”

A metal shutter on the far side of the barn raised open, and the first thing you saw was yellow acidic liquid spewing through the air, the groans of something large and grotesque following it. The monster that came charging out was nothing short of those two things, it’s body fat and lumpy. Its small arms dangled at its sides, and its legs were so skinny you were surprised it could even hold its body up.

“Holy fuck!”

“Nothin’ fucking holy about it, Winters!”

You just barely dodged the creature's spray of vomit, the smell burning your nose hairs and leaving smoke where it hit the ground.

“What do we do?!” Ethan yelled, making his way up to the second level.

“Uh, maybe shoot the thing?!”

You pumped round after round into the monster’s body, it’s fatty tissue practically absorbing every shot. Its large fist came swinging at you, and you rolled under it’s arm. Thank god it wasn’t as fast as everything else you’ve run into.

“You got anything stronger?! I don’t think normal bullets are gonna work on this thing!”

“Uh, I have a grenade launcher!”

You practically stopped in your tracks.

A grenade launcher?!

“Where the hell have you been hiding that?!”

Ethan was frantically stuffing a round into the chamber, all the while running from the creature's attacks who had taken a sudden interest in him instead of you. “Does it matter?!”

“Yes! It absolutely matters!”

He lined it up and shot, the grenade exploding on impact and flames engulfing the monster’s body. It groaned loudly, but it wouldn’t go down because nothing ever dies that fucking easily around here. You shot at its back, trying to distract it while Ethan reloaded, but it was no use. That thing really took a liking to him.

Maybe cleaning up his face did work.

“Ethan! Get out of there!”

Reaching into the pack attached to your leg, your fingers grasped a heavy grenade and hurriedly pulled the pin. You threw it up next to the creature as Ethan got far enough, and it shook the floor when it blew up in the thing’s face. Letting out a groan, it fell onto its back and rolled around until its body exploded, pieces of disgusting flesh going flying.

“Fat man down, fat man down!” Lucas chimed in. “Meh— he was never my favorite anyways.”

Your heart beat like a drum against your chest, frantically trying to calm down your breathing as you raised your middle finger high in the air and slowly spun in a circle, hoping Lucas would see it.

Racing down the stairs, Ethan hurried to your side and checked over you.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Oh, you’re hurt everywhere. But you knew that’s not what he meant.

“The fucker didn’t get me, don’t worry. How about you?”

He said he was okay, just some mild burns from where the vomit splashed him, but otherwise he was fine. You both stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the large red button on the wall and letting it take you up. Hopefully you didn’t run into those things again.

…You definitely would, knowing your luck.

You cleared your throat, catching Ethan’s attention. “So… Was it like, up your ass this entire time?”

“How in god’s name would I fit an entire grenade launcher up my ass?”

Looking down, you gave his behind a quick, appreciative glance. “I mean, not like you ain’t got nothing goin’ on back there.”

Ethan sputtered and practically choked on his own spit before barking out a laugh, a light red coloring his cheeks.

“Well, add that to my list of assets to distract these things.”

The elevator door opened, and Ethan walked ahead of you. Your brows raised, and you muttered to yourself quiet enough so he couldn’t hear.

“They’re not the only ones.”

#Ethan winters x reader #ethan winters imagine #ethan winters #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #re7 #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil imagine

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Hi zanna! You've been posting a lot about RE7 so I was wondering your thoughts on Eveline? I've always thought her story was really intriguing and fucked up in a tragic sort of way

eveline is so interesting to me because like. okay. what she did to the bakers, to the winterses, the crew of the tanker, and to everyone who ended up in that farmhouse is undeniably incredibly fucked up. she killed and/or traumatized so many people yes.

but also like. she's a kid. i can't stop thinking about how she was just a kid who was made to be a weapon. all she wanted was a family, something they didn't even program into her (thinking about "programming" things into a kid makes me shudder actually) like that was just her base urge as a living being was to have a family. (in many ways the winters duology's core theme is family and love and how far you're willing to go in what ways for your family, and i think that's so so interesting to see the differences between ethan and the villains he faces who are also fighting for family in their own deeply fucked up ways). like. she did horrible things but she was literally made to be a weapon and never taught how or allowed to be a kid. arguably she might not even have known right vs wrong—how could she when she was manufactured to kill? like. her whole purpose was to invade, infect, control, and kill. that's what she did in dulvey in a lot of ways. what she was made to do.

it's interesting bc like damn girl that's fucked up but also is it her fault if she was made like that? can you really hate her? did she have control over it? what was it like to be eveline? what would it be like if she were given a chance to be human you know?

she's really quite tragic despite the atrocities and i think about it a lot. re7 did not do the greatest job of writing her. shadows of rose did a little better but not by much. would definitely be interested in reading character studies or fixits involving her though i think i've combed through a good deal of the ones that exist (they're usually village fixits funnily enough). she's a very interesting fucked-up conundrum of a character tbh.

#answered asks #cumulonumb #resident evil

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piracytheorist · 2 years ago

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2 and 3 please for the violence ask game (I like being nosy and the idea of airing out dirty laundry lol)

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

(I'm taking this with more of a meaning of dominant and submissive role, respectively) I don't have particular headcanons regarding Loid's sexual preferences (other than him being a-spec), though I believe that he's done both as part of his missions, carefully separating his feelings from the activity so that either role wouldn't matter to him.

So I'm going to talk about Killian instead. And I'm full on the "submissive Killian Jones" train. My argument is that he has trauma and issues over loss of control due to growing up in servitude, and allowing his significant other (Emma, or whoever else) to wield some control over him and their sexual relationship helps him come to terms with his fear. To give up control and not only be treated well by his "master", but to also be given care and support and gratification back (and through the whole thing that what happens is the submissive's choice, so he would choose how things would go but would allow his SO to handle things). I don't know if that's healthy, but the opposite (him becoming dominant to deal with his trauma) could be unhealthy and toxic as fuck because he might see it as a way of "avenging" his past self who had no control and no agency. So yeah, for me, I could never see him wielding control in a sexual relationship like that, and giving up control is what would make him feel more free and relaxed.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

As a rule I hate keeping screenshots because a) no reason to remember stupid shit people have said just to make myself angry, b) people can change and holding them on to ideas for fictional stories they had from years ago is unfair and c) I've seen people get endlessly harassed over silly tumblr fandom takes, so.

But that doesn't mean I don't REMEMBER horrible takes. Ethan Winters from Resident Evil being a bigot for some reason. Killian Jones from OUAT only wanting to "get in Emma's pants" (and the painful part about that was HOW MANY PEOPLE just outright believed it, like, tell me you haven't watched his scenes without telling me you haven't watched his scenes). Damian Desmond from SxF "never having been a bully".

Ironically, the worst take I've seen about fictional characters in EVER was on twitter, but I'm not gonna go there cause we know what a cesspit that site is and why the people who make such horrible takes do not survive on tumblr.

But yeah I think the absolute most derailed, most biased take and biggest proof of "I haven't watched the original material" is people saying Heisenberg from Resident Evil wanted to help Ethan. Heisenberg, the guy who forced Ethan to fight his way through a stronghold full of lycans hell-bent on killing him, and then fight through Urias too, apparently wanted to help Ethan and also "cared" for Rose. Because throwing Ethan into another death trap after Ethan refused to let him use Rose however he wanted to is how he showed his compassion!

And I'm not talking about people who recognize the difference between canon and fanon. I'm talking people who legit think Heisenberg would be a better romantic partner for Ethan than Mia. They're like "I can excuse using people as objects and leading them into death traps and ignoring their wish to protect their child but I draw the line at lying to your spouse about being a bioterrorist".

And there are people who legit believe that! There are people who are down to fight for Heisenberg's honour and it's the biggest proof that they completely skip the Stronghold part of the game (and most of the factory, I guess, aside from the moments Heisenberg has his monologues through the megaphones). Because I cannot believe watching an entire playthrough or playing through the entire game, with a moderate amount of reading/watching comprehension skills and reach the conclusion that Heisenberg was only "helping" Ethan and that Ethan was wrong to refuse him and kill him. Again, fanon content is different and I respect whatever people want to create. But when it comes to canon interpretations, I do believe that it's the worst, least informed and most biased take I've seen in my years in fandoms.

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

#I've got more asks and I'll get to them asap!#nette speaks #ask and ye shall receive #priscilla9993

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maccaronimassacre · 2 months ago

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I'm trying my hand at making more bots! I wish there was more bots for Eveline and Rosemary Winters, so they're my focus. Both characters me feel kinda sad for them, so I'm creating wholesome scenarios for them. I felt super bad for Eveline because she just wanted to be loved and have a family that cares for her just like any other kid. If she didn't use the methods she did, she probably would've gotten one. I feel really bad for Rose because she got bullied a lot during school, she didn't get to know her father (until 16-17 years later), and she apparently only gets to see Mia very little since she's getting trained by Chris. What are your thoughts on those two? In Shadows of Rose, Eveline clearly hated Rose because Rose got the love and family that Eveline never got to have and clearly desired. If Eveline got adopted by Mia and Ethan, how do you think she'd react to having a little sister (Rose)? Would Eveline be just as hateful as she was in Shadows of Rose, or would she actually be happy to have Rose as a sister in that scenario? I'll probably show up in your ask box a lot...I think up a lot of concepts and what-if scenarios and I usually want to ask other people what they think of them.

Keep asking away, I don’t mind! Or dm me if that’s easier, but I think Capcom did a great job at fleshing out Eveline in Shadows of Rose and even Resident Evil 8. I felt like she was one of the weakest villains after playing 7, but 8 actually made her one of my favourite antagonists. What’s interesting as well is that in Miranda’s lab she does talk about Eveline and states that even though she’s a great bio weapon, she isn’t suitable to be Eva, implying that Eveline would have been thrown aside like the rest of the lords. So if the ship actually made it, we could have gotten to see a fifth lord Eveline which asks a lot of questions such as: What would her domain look like? What would she control in the village? How would the other lords and the villagers view her? Would she find a family in the lords or end up trying to take over?

I do feel bad for Rose as well, but what really annoys me is the fact that Chris has taken her away from Mia and is training her to be a soldier. I feel like that goes against Ethan’s desire for her to have that normal life and that he stopped pushing himself when he found out that Mia was alive, believing that his job was done and that Mia would be find looking after Rose alone. I love Chris Redfield, but I could go on a tangent about how much I hate his character in RE:8 because of everything he does and has done to the Winters family. If Ethan found out that his daughter was being turned into a solider he’d probably lose his shit.

In a scenario where Mia and Ethan would take Eveline in (while unrealistic due to Ethan wanting to throw hands with that child on sight every chance he got) if would be interesting to see how Eveline responds to that dynamic even though she got that chance with the Bakers. But because Mia took the serum and Ethan is immune to her mind control, she wouldn’t be able to do much if she even wanted to. Or who knows, maybe that’s how Eveline gets them to adopt her and she just mind controls them throughout her entire life. Eveline would obviously be a very jealous sibling. She’d be the type to purposely stub her toe on a chair to get attention if they were focusing too much on Rose, or break something to get a reaction out of them. When Rose was born Eveline put a postal stamp on her blanket and tried to ship her away to a different state. Over time she’d reluctantly get used to having a sibling, but she’d pretend to not be happy about it. Eveline would constantly ignore Rose, but then five seconds later she might start fussing over her collar or wipe away some food that was stuck to the corner of her mouth. It would also be the kind of dynamic of “I can bully my sibling but if anyone else does it I will ruin your life.” They’d bond over pulling pranks or harmless acts of rebellion, borderline illegal typical teenager stuff. Ethan and Mia don’t know whether to be proud of the fact that they are bonding or worried that they are raising potential felons.

#Sorry this was extremely long #But what if scenarios are fun to think about and deep dive

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years ago

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First Steps

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: children. Fuck mia agenda i completely erased her

Author’s Note: happy late fathers day my beloved ethan <3 you deserved more <3

Requested; by anon, oh my, hi maya :) how have you been?

i saw that you recs are open and i was wondering if you could write something for ethan winters? i saw him on your masterlist and he's my sweetie pie so i had to ask something for himm :((( also, the winters expansion gave me a full brainrot

(in a re8 were ethan doesn't die, of course) a little something about rose's first steps, or ethan and reader trying to get her to say "mama" or "dada", those little parents plus kid moments because re8 hates happy families. i mean, honestly, you can write whatever you feel like writing, I really love the way you write for him, and if the request does not interest you, you can just ignore it!!!

thank you so much and i wish you a good day/evening/night :)

Summary: the request !

Genre: fluffy

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters was a lost of things. He was a killer, a monster, a threat, a deadly force. And also an amazing dad.

You never wanted kids until you met Ethan and then it just kind of happened. And now you had Rose and Rose was so clearly half Ethan and that just made you love her even more. No matter how exhausting she was, you just had to look in her eyes for more than a second to see the man you loved there and everything was easy.

“Say ma-ma,” you said, looking at Rose as she sat on the floor. She was chubby these days and smiling without teeth. You enunciated each letter as you spoke. “Ma-ma.”

“No, no, no,” Ethan said, walking into the room behind you. He sat down on the ground beside you. He put his hand on your knee to steady himself. It was still scarred from when he had gotten it practically torn off before. There were a couple smooth bumps that you could feel against your sweatpants. “Da-da. Say da-da.” Rose gave you both a blank stare.

She couldn’t say much of anything yet except some excited babbling. She clapped at you, causing both of you to laugh along with her.

“She’ll say mama and you’ll be out of a job,” you told Ethan. He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh so only one parent can exist?”

“Yup. She excommunicates one of us with her first word.”

“What if she doesn’t say mom or dad?” he questioned, holding your thigh tightly to anchor himself.

“She’s an orphan. It’s her own fault. It’s like a Grimm fairytale or something.” He shook his head, gently taking away the key Rose was trying to take a bite out of. She babbled at him, shaking her head.

“She’s a cute one isn’t she,” he said.

“She’s alright. Looks too much like her mom for my taste,” you said, laughing.

“In that case, she’s gorgeous.”

“She’s got my Ethans eyes though. Look at those eyes. Oh! Oh look at those eyes,” you said, voice an octave higher as you teased Rose with a smile. She followed your finger around with her entire head as you pointed at her eyes.

Then she remembered the keys Ethan had and started to grab them.

“No, those are moms,” he said gently.

“No!” she exclaimed. You scoffed, amazed. You looked at Ethan who was too stunned to really say anything. You let out a loud laugh, shaking your head.

“Was that a word?” he asked, amazed.

“Yeah I think so!” You were laughing so hard that you didn’t even have time to rationalize it. “Give her the keys,” you said through laughter. “She deserves em.”

“God she’s just like her mom,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, giggling still. He was smiling too, staring at her, trying to decide which of her features was his and which was his wifes.

“She’s as headstrong. Look at that face.”

“Oh her mom didn’t kill goop monsters for a living.”

“A living? I did not get paid for that?”

“Chris should’ve paid you. You were doing his job for him. An honorary member of the BSAA.”

The day Rose took her first steps you were making dinner. You loved your home that Chris had picked out for you and Ethan. It was one of the best parts of the relocation. It was like you were just a normal family. Ethan was with Rose in the living room, playing with some blocks. There was a gentle sound of rain coming from outside which mixed well with the light music you had playing. The soup you were cooking steamed a bit on the stove as you stirred it.

You felt peaceful.

And then you heard a thud which meant Ethan had fallen over trying to stand up.

You turned around quickly in worry but he was already laughing, holding his side.

“What happened?” you asked, not even turning off the stove you were so concerned.

“I was trying to show Rose how to walk but I tripped on the block,” he said, laughing. “I think I cut my hand.”

“Oh your poor hand E,” you said, shaking your head. “You need me to kiss it better?”

“Yes ma’am,” he pleaded, looking up at you from the ground. You leaned over the ground and gave him a kiss on the palm and then kissed his lips. “Thank you. I feel much better.”

Rose was wobbling on her legs where Ethan had left her before he tried to stand. She was leaning against the rocking chair you read her stories on. As you wanted to walk away she made a step towards where Ethan was laying. Neither of you noticed because you were so enamored with each other until she had taken her second step.

“Oh my God,” Ethan said, sitting up.

“She’s doing better than you!” you exclaimed, kneeling down. “Come here baby girl! Come to mama!” Rose did a little quick run and then moved even quicker as she fell into Ethans lap. She had walked all of six steps.

Ethan sat up and scooped her into his arms.

“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed. You gave her a kiss on her forehead, smiling brightly, laughing.

It was a great five seconds until the smoke alarm went off, scarring all three of you. You jumped up.

“The soup!” you exclaimed.

“I guess we’re ordering take out for your first steps little lady. Huh? Huh?” Ethan giggled, smiling like the proud dad he was.

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maddymoreau · 3 years ago

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Heisenberg and Moreau Being Opposites Analysis:

We know that Moreau’s actor confirmed that when he played his role he interpreted that Moreau was most afraid of Heisenberg.

Which when you you think about it makes sense. Not only does Heisenberg lash out frequently. Moreau probably doesn’t understand Heisenberg in the slightest.

Heisenberg has everything Moreau could want. His Cadou works in his body’s favor, his experiments are successful and Heisenberg is Mother Miranda’s favorite.

So Moreau probably can’t comprehend why Heisenberg isn’t happy.

VS Heisenberg who I imagine didn’t initially hate Moreau but with time began to view him less favorably. As a moronic freak due to the affects his Cadou is having on his body and his blind dedication to Mother Miranda. Despite what she’s done to them.

The fact Moreau so desperately tries to chase after her love and support when she’s not only ready to cast him aside at any minute but Heisenberg as well.

Even the way they view their Cadous is opposite. Moreau viewing it as a gift from Mother Miranda while Heisenberg views it as something forcibly thrusted upon him. In his journal noting, “What a joke. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to me.”

Interesting enough while their goals are opposite they’re both known to isolate themselves and get lost in their experiments.

Moreau’s dedication and Heisenberg hatred prevents the both of them from having a relationship with one another.

Which is what Mother Miranda wanted. After all I don’t believe she could’ve won against them had they teamed up. It’s why she needed Ethan Winters to take care of them. Even quoting after Heisenberg’s death, “With Heisenberg gone, you’ve lost your lead.”

While Moreau and Heisenberg are opposites I don’t think Heisenberg entirely hates Moreau the way he hates Miranda.

I think Moreau’s journal entry is a great example:

“Mother Miranda gave me a Rose jar. No one likes me which is why I thought they would leave me out again. But Heisenberg said that was why we each get a Rose. The ceremony cannot happen without us all there. Mother didn’t seem to care though . . .”

(Which yes he did say to trick Miranda but I still think it’s a nice gesture especially with how it was worded. If anything having Moreau on his side would’ve been beneficial. Sadly Moreau was completely fixated on Miranda throughout this interaction.)

And partially due to the fact unlike Alcina Dimitrescu who is constantly butting heads with Heisenberg. Expressing her displeasure over him being Mother Miranda’s favorite. Moreau doesn’t challenge him in the slightest.

After all Moreau is constantly made aware of his shortcomings which is why he believes Heisenberg is better then him. There’s no point in challenging him.

For clarification I don’t think Moreau hates Heisenberg either. Heck during the argument between Alcina Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg, Moreau laughs at Heisenberg’s comment, “Yack. Yack. And if a man’s dick is cut off in the castle—-blah, blah, blah!”

I think Moreau is just jealous of his siblings especially Heisenberg. With lines against Ethan Winters like, “It’s not fair I should be with her not you.” And “You’re the reason Mother doesn’t love me.”

He can’t fathom or accept she doesn’t love him or care for him. So it’s easier to place blame elsewhere. To instead believe it’s someone else’s fault or that he is the problem. That he needs to change, do better. Dedicating his everything into attempting to gain her approval.

Not just Mother Miranda’s approval. Moreau also wants his siblings approval and respect including Heisenberg’s. Quoting, “They’ll have to respect me if I kill you.” “Don’t look at me that way!” “Listen to me!” “Everyone makes fun of me!” “Stop picking on me!” He wants the other Lords to view him as an equal.

Since Heisenberg is Mother Miranda’s favorite his insults and words sting the most. With Moreau throughout the battle telling Ethan “I’m not stupid!” (Something Heisenberg refers to him as). Moreau even calls Ethan Winters stupid as well for being so easily deceived by him.

“I’m the best!” “I don’t want to fail.”

I just find it interesting how Moreau’s obsession with obtaining love and Heisenberg’s obsession with obtaining revenge is what leads to both their demise.

Even their final quotes before death being opposites.

“H-Help me! Mother! Maaaaaaaaaaa—!”

“No, no! This can’t be the end for me! I . . . must . . . kill her!”

#(ී ؀ී ) I think Moreau and Heisenberg have the most interesting sibling dynamic out of all the Lords.#Since without Mother Miranda’s influence I genuinely think they would’ve gotten along.#Mother Miranda made sure none of the siblings could ever ban against her and it’s one of the million reasons I hate her (ᇂ_ᇂ|||)#Resident Evil #Resident Evil Village #RE8 #Salvatore Moreau #Karl Heisenberg #RE8 Village #RE8 Moreau #RE8 Heisenberg

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the-fo0l · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Ethan Winters x reader

Notes: Reader in gender neutral as as usual. God i love Ethan sm, he's just such an underappreciated sweetheart<3333

Warnings: murder, since it's a yandere fic

Ethan is very much an obsessive, overprotective and worshipper type of yandere

You will never anyone who is as devoted to ones one's partner as he is

He has commitment issues in the sense that he gets too committed too fast

Once he's in love he can't help but plan out the rest of your lives together in his head

Spending nearly all his time daydreaming about lovey-dovey dates, the fairytale wedding, perfect honeymoon and beyond romantic anniversaries.

He makes a very good amount of money as a system engineer and after the Baker house he got a real nice compensation for stopping Evelin

And you can bet that nearly all of it goes towards spoiling you

The attachment he has to you is only amplified by the fact you two met during the horrorific events at the Baker house

Lucas had kidnapped you, delusonally insisting you were his girlfriend and every time you fought back he'd throw a fit and lock you in the basement

It just so happend that Ethan had to pass by the basement when he first entered the house and found you there, unconscious, but way more alive looking than the creatures he's encountered so far

When he woke you he immediately started questioning you on Mia and if you had seen her, confusing the hell out of you

You told eachother everything you knew and agreed to help one another with escaping

The deeper in the house you go the more Ethan seems to lose his mind. He becomes more and more protective of you, always healing you before himself, even locking you in the saferoom a couple times. You assume he's just stressed about Mia and worried for you cause you're the only normal person in the house

But little did you know that Ethan's mold infected mind had nothing on it but you, you and only you

When the horrific night you two had was beginning to end Ethan and you found Mia and Zoe. Faced with the decision of who should have the one remaining cure he injects you with no hesitation

You likely didn't even need it, you hadn't been in the Baker house as long as them

The girls are doomed to die or even worse, become just like the mold monsters you've been fighting. In that case Ethan doesn't want them getting in the way or hurting you, oh god how the thought of you getting hurt pains him. With no remorse, nor delay, he shoots them both in the head as you watch on in shock

"...What the fuck, Ethan?!" you hardly back away a couple steps before he girmly grabs ahold of your shoulders

"Shh, shhh, it's okay, they can't hurt you anymore," he says, looking at you with nothing but pure and absolute adoration swimming in his eyes

He has you wait for him in a safe place while he goes to finish Evelin and find you two an escape from this nightmare

But just because the incident is over does not mean you're getting rid of Ethan any time soon, in fact it's quite the opposite

To him you are the only person in the world who actually matters and he'll make sure you know it

He constantly showers you with compliments and physical affection when he feels daring enough

And don't even get me started on the gift giving he does

Now you both live comfortably in a big house, having everything you could ever want, all the while Ethan dotes over you 24/7

And I do mean 24/7, he even dreamily talks about you in his dreams

You don't have to lift a finger, Ethan insists on doing all the cooking and cleaning so you can focus on whatever makes you happy and he can focus on being the perfect househusband for you <3

Just, please, give him some affection too, the way he blushes and stutters is a sight for sore eyes

Thankfully, he doesn't get jealous very easily but he does hate it when other men get overly friendly with you. But he trusts you (after all i he becomes a problem Ethan could easily kill him)

Hates being away from you for extended periods of time

Scratch that, he hates being away from you at all

He always feels like he has to keep proving his love for you even more. Whether that be gifts, vacations, acts of sercive, endless flattery or killing your enemies, he'll do it all just so he can be held by you at the end of the day

btw he's a the little spoon bite me

If you try getting away from him good luck, he'll go to hell and back until he finds you

Plus the government officials tasked with containing bioweapons agree that keeping you and him together is the best way to keep Ethan docile, after all you're the only thing he cares about now

So if you really don't like him, maybe it'd be better to just stay for the money, or so that he doesn't go on a killing spree, god knows he's happy as long as you two are together

Just like it should be <3

#resident evil x reader #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #yandere ethan winters #yandere ethan winters x reader #yandere resident evil #jesus christ i love ethan so much #yandere re7 #yandere re8 #yandere resident evil 7

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genevievemd · 2 years ago

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Peace

Book: Open Heart: Second Year (2.16) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 718 Rating: G Category: Fluff, Ethan POV Trope(s):

A/N: After dropping Louise off at rehab, Ethan has a startling revelation.

Warnings: none

A/N: Just some baby fluff to end your day. Includes the fluff prompt for @choicesficwriterscreations “Please be prompt” Event.

And as always, this is set in my canon, aka Saraland, Open Heart (Sara’s Version) if you will.

They pull quietly into the parking lot of Edenbrook, his hand still tightly holding hers. There was so much Ethan wanted to say to Genevieve on the drive back from the rehab center. But, there was really no proper way to thank her for what’s she’s given him.

Dealing with his mother’s return, and her addiction, was one of the hardest things Ethan has ever had to endure. It opened wounds he’d previously thought had healed, put a wedge between him and his father, had Ethan feeling like the lonely eleven year old boy he once was.

And Genevieve had given him a place to feel everything, offering him a soft smile and warm hug. A steady hand to hold.

All while going through her own trauma.

She was there for him, like no one else. And that meant more to Ethan than he could ever put into words.

“You okay?” Her voice is gentle, accompanied by her hand squeezing his.

“Surprisingly, yes. Thanks to you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. Just knowing I have someone, truly, have someone I can turn to, means everything.” He turns in his seat to face her the best he can, his throat suddenly tight with emotion.

The sun coming through the passenger side window illuminates her in a halo. Making her appear like an angel sent from heaven. He doesn’t even believe in heaven, or hell, or angels. But in that moment, he’s almost willing.

Because if there was anyone worthy of a title like that, it was her.

She was beautiful, full of patience and grace, with a heart so big it could cover the entire city of Boston. Genevieve offered him everything he needed without ever expecting anything in return.

“What?” She tilts her head, eyebrow raised.

“I…” Ethan takes a deep breath, reaching to take her other hand.

His heart beats rapidly in his chest, as if it’s steadily singing I Love You, Genevieve. He’s so ridiculously in love with her that it consumes every inch of his body and soul.

But he can’t tell her that, not yet. Not with their relationship still a secret, the hospital still in danger of closing, and her still trying to find her footing after the attack.

He’ll tell her, when the time is right. For now, he’ll settle for another truth. One that startled him just as much as his revolution of never-ending love.

“I feel safe with you.”

“You do?” Genevieve’s lips part in shock, leaning over the center console to place a hand over his heart.

“I do. I’ve never felt this kind of peace, like I could let someone in, but you… I’m at a loss as to how to explain it, for once I don’t have the words, but you’ve made me feel as though I can be myself and feel whatever I need without fear of judgement.”

“Ethan,” She gives him the most sincere and softest smile, before quickly pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m honored to know I’ve made you feel safe, because you’ve done the same for me.”

“I’m glad.” He takes her face in his hand, thumb caressing her skin. “I’ll always be your safe haven, G. Always.”

“”Right back at you, babe.”

“I know that was a joke, but I honestly don’t hate it as much as I have in the past.”

“Good to know.” Gen smiles before closing the distance between them once more.

The warmth of her lips is a startling contrast to the winter chill slowly filling the car. It seeps into his bones, replacing the cold left by the sting of his mother’s return and the unease of forgiving her.

“We should probably go inside.” Gen tries to pull away, but Ethan is having none of it.

Unwilling to let this movement of peace end.

“Not yet. One more kiss, and then I’ll let you go.”

“Just one?”

“For now.”

As their lips connect once more, he’s suddenly struck with the vision of a future.

With Genevieve.

Where they both achieve every goal they have, where her career blossoms without any set up from their relationship, where they’re irreversibly in love and completely safe in everything.

And for the first time, Ethan isn't afraid of the dream. He wants it, more than anything.

A/N: And yet, he still takes like a whole year to tell G he loves her lol. What a dummy.

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#ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan x gen

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mackeydoodledoo · 4 years ago

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Demon or Human?

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x Demon (Fem!)Reader

Summary: A foreign invader comes into Castle Dimitrescu just as you were settling in with your new family. However, how far would you be willing to go to protect your newfound home and your newfound love?

Warning: Game spoilers (I’ll try to keep those at a minimum), Blood, Slight G0R3, uncontrollable demon rage, fluff at the end

A/N: In light of some Resident Evil Village spoilers... Let’s just say I WILL NOT HAVE IT! So, I guess this is another entry to my The Demon Amongst Vampires series! R is My Character: Hydrangea Dragonfold

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1 Year..

You’ve been inhabiting Castle Dimitrescu for one year. Alcina had been able to persuade Mother Miranda to keep you in her care instead of letting you be hunted for sport. You’d probably survive it anyway, with your demon abilities.

“I have to go to a meeting,” Alcina announces to you and her daughters, “Apparently Mother Miranda has found a foreigner man-thing in our village grounds.”

“A man?!” Daniela squeals of excitement

"A new plaything?!” Cassandra asks

“You must bring him here at once mother,” Bela says

She looks at her three children, almost looking like she is tired of their pleas. However, she recomposes herself

“I will have to persuade Mother Miranda as best as I can,” Alcina says, “I appoint Hydrangea on watch. Bela is in charge.”

You leave your mouth agape, hearing your name after while of Bela calling you “micul meu demon” or everyone else calling you demon.

“But mother-” Cassandra interrupts

“Why can’t it be either one of us?” Daniela motions to her and Cassandra

“Because I’m the oldest,” Bela flaunts her ‘eldest sibling title’

“There will be no complaints my daughters,” Alcina says, “Guard the castle well Hydrangea.”

“Of course My lady,” you say out of respect

“You have permission to call me Alcina Hydrangea,” She smiles

Alcina makes her exit.

“I get the first bite on the man thing,” Daniela blurts out

“Not if I catch him first,” Cassandra interrupts

“Enough!” Both you and Bela scream

Your blue flames ignite slightly, almost setting the table on fire. However, you compose yourself. Thus, your flames ‘dieing’.

“We will wait for your mother to return,” You sigh, “Gosh you two are rowdy. No wonder why Bela is in charge.”

You ignite your flames once you stand, heading off towards the staircase. However, Bela follows you. You didn’t notice her presence until she grabs your wrist and pulls you into a room.

“Bela love what are you doing?” You ask

You try to get her to let go of you however, you stop fighting her as she doesn’t reply to you but only snakes her arms around your midsection, taking in your warmth that you were producing. Not only from your natural body heat, but your demon form as well. You were also sure that she was also listening to your racing heartbeat. The one thing you feared was giving too much heat, too much to the point where Bela and possibly everyone else you’ve come to love and care about they turn to ash because of your carelessness of your flames.

“I... Love, I have to leave,” You sigh, placing your hand on her head and the other on her waist

“No you don’t,” She counter argues

“I do my love,” You say, looking down at her, “I have to keep you three safe.”

“And you think we can’t protect ourselves?!” Bela asks

“That is not what I meant love,” You say, “It’s just... It’s just I’m not over what happened last time... If I hadn’t come when I did, you would have died... I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for that. I’d die if anything happened to you.”

Bela’s grip on you only tightens when you finish your sad ramble. This gets you in tears. You really couldn’t imagine the rest of your life without her.

“You’d die... For me?” She asks

“Of course I would love,” You smile, swooping her into your arms

Fortunately, your blue flames weren’t ignited enough to accidentally burn her. Your foreheads touch as you give her a kiss

“This is so much better,” Bela sighs in relief

“It really is,” You smile, “Thank you Bela.”

She kisses your forehead. You lay your head against her shoulder, hoping you could just stay like that for a little bit longer.

“Bela?” You ask, breaking the silence

“What is it my love?” She asks

“If this man... If this man scurries around the castle and hurts any of you,” You start, “What if I lose control of my demon form and I no longer see the human in me?”

“Simple, I‘ll get you out,” She answers

“What if you can’t?” You ask, worried now, “What if I’m the one who ends up hurting you?”

“Can you promise me one thing then?” She asks

You nod.

“The don’t use your full demon form,” She requests, “If you’re worried about hurting us, don’t use it. Should you though, I will pull you out.”

You had wished you were able to stay like that forever. However, you knew you had to begin your task. You and Bela give each other one last kiss before departing each others’ presence and embrace. Bela goes back down to the foyer to meet her sisters once more.

“You two okay?” Daniela asks, breaking the silence

“We are fine Daniela,” Bela answers

“Then when will the both of you just shut up and get married?!” Cassandra asks, clearly teasing Bela now

“We are not-we don’t plan on that yet,” Bela says, “It’s never come up when we talk and we don’t need to yet.”

“Sure,” Daniela teases

As you were scouting the grounds of the castle, you already see Alcina returning to the castle.

“My lady!” You call out, “I’m assuming it didn’t go well?”

“Mother Miranda gave that man-thing to Heisenberg, of course I’m upset!” She groans in frustration, “I need a drink.”

You follow her back into the castle where her daughters immediately stand to greet her.

“Where’s the male foreigner?” Bela asks

“Mother Miranda gave him to Heisenberg that fool,” She groans

You all watch her walk up the stairs and disappear into the castle. You four seat back down into the couch, Bela leaning into your embrace.

“How was scouting O-great demon king?” Daniela teases

“It was fine Dani,” you chuckle, “Are you just going to continuously make nicknames for me Dani?”

She nods as she leans back into the chair. However, before any of you could converse on, you could hear footsteps. You motion for the girls to stop talking.

“You guys hear that too?” You whisper

You motion for the three of them to follow you and once you get to the grand entrance of the castle, you see a man.

“Looking for Rose?” Daniela calls out to him, taunting him

The three of them begin forming into their fly swarm and move toward him. You make the decision to tell Alcina herself that a man has entered the castle.

“My lady, there is a man in the castle,” You sigh, “Your daughters are on the case. I’m not sure who he is- oh, speak of the devil, here they are.”

You hear the doors burst open along with struggled grunts. You look over and notice Cassandra and Bela dragging him in.

“Mother, I bring you fresh prey,” She says, trying to take the credit

“Oh, you are so kind to me daughters,” Alcina smiles, her daughters letting a slight giggle out of their mouths, “Now, let’s take a look at him.”

She stands up and faces him, “Well, well, Ethan Winters. You’ve escaped my little brothers’ idiot games did you? Let’s see how special you are.”

You watch Bela, Daniela and Alcina taste his blood. You stand next to Cassandra as you watch.

“Hey-Hey you, help me out!” Ethan pleas at you

You turn to look at him for a second. You feel your human willing to help him however, you end up turning your back to him, not willing to help him. If anything, you also hated men.

“Starting to go a little stale,” Alcina says, “But, I must inform Mother Miranda. Later, there will be enough for everyone. Put him up.”

You watch again as Bela and Daniela hook his hands and Cassandra hoists him up. You hear him groan in pain as you all begin making your exit.

“Hey... Hey you!” He again calls for you, “Help me... Please...”

You stop in your tracks and look up at him. You only let out a low chuckle as Bela gently grabs your wrist and pulls you out from the room.

As you were finishing something with Cassandra you suddenly hear Bela’s grunts.

“Hey, I gotta go,” You say out of the blue

You follow Bela’s voice, rushing even further when you could hear her voice getting louder and louder.

“Bela! Bela!” You call out for her

You pass through the kitchen and notice Bela on top of Ethan. However, she doesn’t notice how he’s aiming his gun. Only you had noticed.

“Bela! The windows!” You scream, “He’s gonna shoot the windows!”

Believing that she didn’t hear you, you ignite your flames even more so than earlier. But, it’s concentrated to your palms. You begin melting the bars that had separated from you reaching Bela. However, just before the glass had gave way to the heavy damage, the bars melted enough for you to burst through. You hear Bela’s pained scream as the glass gave way to the heavy damage.

“You- stupid man-thing!” Bela screams

You only pictured how she was the last time she was out in the cold. You let out an ear-piercing roar as you forcefully push Ethan out of the way to get to Bela. Igniting your flames ever so slightly, you pick Bela up and begin warming her up with your flames and your natural body heat. You go back into the dungeons and place her down gently, hoping you had warmed her enough.

“Are you okay?!” You ask, tears welling into your eyes

“I am now love,” She smiles, caressing your cheek

“Go!” You say, “Get your sisters an get somewhere safe! He knows! I’ll come find you.”

You watch Bela disappear into the dungeons, hopefully back into the castle to warn her sisters. You go back to where Ethan had shot the window. He was hoping you’d feel pain with the cold however, when you emerged from the cold wind, you came out, unphased.

“What the HELL ARE YOU?!” Ethan asks

“The one who will kill you,” You growl, taking in the cold, “My blood’s boiling...”

Your blue flame continue to ignite more than usual and you pounce onto him, snarling in his face. He tries to use his shotgun on you and he manages to graze the side of your head. He manages to wriggle himself out of your grip and shoots at you again, this time, in the shoulder.

“Stay down kid,” He says mercilessly and runs into the direction you came

“Get back here you coward!” You scream, trying to stand

As your body began regenerating, you continuously crawled in the direction he was going in, beginning to track his scent. It was difficult as you were in the room where the wines are created. However, it didn’t stop you from continuing on the path. When you fully regenerated your shoulder, you get up nd try to track his scent as best as you could. However, when you only got back into the castle.

“Bela!” you call

You felt a hand on your wrist as you begin getting pulled into a room. A feeling of relief washes over you as you hug Bela tightly. You look over her shoulder and only see Cassandra with her.

“Where’s Daniela?” You ask, in a panicked state

“She ran off, hoping to take down the man herself,” Cassandra sighs

You hear the door burst open and it’s Alcina.

“That man will pay for what he’s done,” She growls, “My daughter are you hurt?”

“I was but- thanks to Hydrangea,” Bela sighs in relief, leaning into your shoulder to warm up some more

“Where’s Daniela?” Alcina asks

“She went to the library to take down the man mother, we tried to stop her,” Cassandra sighs

“You two stay with Hydrangea until I return with his head and Daniela,” Alcina orders before leaving again

She makes her leave. The three of you sit on the couch, Cassandra and Bela huddling against you for warmth. However, Bela practically seating herself into your lap.

“Do you have to be such a hog of the human furnace?” Cassandra looks at her older sister in annoyance

“I’m her girlfriend so buzz off,” Bela says

“She may be your girlfriend but I need some warmth too,” Cassandra growls

You could hear Daniela’s pained grunts and screaming. You stand up and place Bela down onto the couch next to her sister. You flick your finger and a small flame goes into the fire place, igniting the firewood.

“Alcina hasn’t found her yet,” You say, “I’ll go get Daniela the both of you stay here okay?”

Once you left the room you break into a run towards the library. You break through the door just as Ethan begins opening the roof to let in the cold air again.

“STOP!” You scream, grabbing onto Daniela

Sorry Bela... I have to do this... To protect all of you. You four accepted me almost instantly... I have to protect my home. I’m not letting anyone die here! The only one dying is him....

The ground around you became engulfed in blue flames, surrounding both you and Daniela

[A/n: not my gif]

“I got you Dani,” You say, the last time you heard your own voice

You look at Ethan completely deranged, more than Cassandra could ever look deranged at one of her “pets”. Ethan begins to walk backward however, tripping over an object.

“Let’s talk about this kid!” Ethan pleas, “From one human to another-”

“I’m not a human!” You spat, your demon voice overtaking your real voice, “I’m a demon! I protect my home and everyone in it!”

You let go of Daniela and leave her on the floor for Alcina to check on her. You throw Ethan out of the library. Alcina takes Daniela to where her other two daughters were. You throw him down a set of stairs. Coincidentally where Bela had opened the door.

You stand at the top of the stairs, looking down at Ethan, “You’ve overstayed your welcome... Time to say goodnight.”

“No-No please I beg you please I just wanted to find my daughter!” He screams

“All of this? For a child who isn’t even here?!” You mock him, “Your little baby could even be dead for all I care!”

Ethan draws his gun and pulls the trigger as a last resort to get you to stand down. However, you slice his arm off. You could hear his screams of pain as you now stand over him.

From the other room, Bela, Daniela, Alcina and Cassandra watch as you begin devouring his flesh. You stop after two bites out of his flesh you turn to the four women. Unable to feel your human, instead feeling your demon take full control over your body, you charge at Cassandra, Daniela, Alcina, even Bela. Alcina, being the protective mother she is, stands in front of her daughters, ready to slaughter you so if you lay a finger on her daughters like this. However, Bela runs past the three.

“Bela, get back here!” Alcina yells

Before you could lay a finger on them, Bela throws her arms around you, holding onto you tightly. As you flail your arms about, Bela still held onto you

“It’s me,” Bela says, calmly, “It’s okay now... I’m right here. Come back to me...”

You finally stopped flailing, your blue flames dissipating and your demon eye slits turning back into their round pupils.

“Be..la?” You call

You gently place your hand on her head and the other around her. You sink into her touch and fall to your knees, Bela following your movements.

“It’s okay now,” She coos, “I’ve got you love. I’ve got you.”

You choke on your sobs as you hold onto Bela for dear life, sobbing into her shoulder.

“Bela did manage to get you out after all?” Alcina admires her oldest daughter, “And I thought I was going to have to kill her.”

Alcina sips her wine.

“Mother!” Bela growls

“I need to protect my prides and joys,” Alcina states

Bela was sitting in your lap as Daniela is huddled against your side and Cassandra on the floor facing you, Bela and Daniela.

“Do you really have to hog to the human furnace Bela? I’m the one who almost died,” Daniela growls

“She’s my girlfriend,” Bela draws the ‘girlfriend’ card for the millionth time

“How long do you intend on pulling that card against us Bela?” Cassandra asks

“As long as I want,” She smiles down at you

You smile back up at her, “Daniela, I also warmed you up in almost an instant with that amount of flames I emitted earlier. Did that not help?”

“Oh it did,” She smiles

“Then you don’t need to be complaining,” Bela scoffs

“By the way, I am digging the new look on you Hydrangea,” Cassandra says, smiling at you

Black horns with bright blue accents had remained from your blue flame horns or at least under them and a tail remained.

“Do you now Cass?” You smile, “I do too.”

Your tail unconsciously wraps itself around Bela’s waist. You could feel Bela’s fingertips playing with the fluff end of your tail, making your cheeks flush a faint pink.

“Awwww micul meu demon is blushing,” Bela teases

“Ssshut it,” You hiss

You weren’t sure how well you were going to do with that man-thing called Ethan Winters roaming around the castle. However, this was your home. You went to great lengths to protect it. Especially your new family and your girlfriend. Even if you would lose your human, you had Bela. You trust her enough to bring you back, should you lose sight of that human in you.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #female reader

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andvys · 3 years ago

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Fine line part eleven

warnings: none.

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

“I can't wait to finally put these bags down.” you groaned in annoyance, adjusting the strap of the heavy bag of guns on your shoulder.

“yeah me too.” Ellie mumbled, as she looked over at you, eying the marks on your neck, smirking to herself, she thought about the past nights with you.

The morning after your first time together Ellie was nervous that you might push her away again, like after that kiss back at the Cabin but you didn't. Instead you woke her up with neck kisses and had sex with her again and the next day and the day after that too.

There was a lot of pent up frustration between the two of you, years of hatred and aggression towards each other led you right to this moment.

Both of you realized that taking out your frustrations sexually on each other rather than bickering and insulting each other was much better.

Ever since that night at the car you've been on each other all the time, it’s like you became addicted to each other.

She didn't know what this was between you but she was afraid to ask, afraid to ruin whatever this was.

“just one more day and we’re back home.” you sighed, you weren't exactly excited to get back home, you didn't want to see Ethan and you didn't know what it would be like between you and Ellie once you were back in Jackson. You found out that you liked being around her, being with her made you feel more alive than ever, even if it started off with you being hostile around each other at first.

Most people were nice to you but it was either because they wanted something from you or because of your ex boyfriend, who seemed to be quiet popular in Jackson.

You had no idea why though, he never really went out on patrols and if he did he always came back clean while his patrol partner was covered in dirt and blood, he was either too scared to kill infected or was too lazy and let the other person do all the work and around Jackson he always acted like he was important. You knew he was always following Tommy and Maria around, hoping that they’d give him a higher position in Jackson.

Looking back at it, you had no idea how you could even think or make yourself believe that you liked him, you didn't like him not even one bit.

“are you okay?” Ellie asked, noting the frown on your face.

“I-uh yeah..” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes as you were walking “I just don’t want to see Ethan.” you said, rolling your eyes.

Ellie had to bite back a groan at the mention of your ex boyfriend, if there was anyone in Jackson that she hated more than Seth that homophobic prick than it was definitely Ethan.

“I hate that guy.” Ellie mumbled as she thought back to a certain memory.

It was at the winter dance, she had no idea why she even came, perhaps it was because Dina and Jesse convinced her to come or maybe it was because she wanted to see a certain someone, even if it was just her admiring from afar.

She was standing by the bar, a drink in her hand as she was watching the couples on the dance floor while she was throwing back one drink after the other while she was looking around.

And there you were, looking beautiful as always, perhaps even more so than usual. Your hair was down, unlike how you usually wore it, in a braid or a ponytail.

Your boyfriend appeared behind you, he had a smug smile on his face, as usual. He put his hands on your waist from behind, causing you to flinch at his touch, an uncomfortable expression lingered on your face.

A frown appeared on Ellie’s face when she saw how uncomfortable you looked, you always did whenever she saw you around him, she didn't know what it was but something about you being with him was off, it didn't fit. She didn't know if it was because she hated him so much or if it was because he just wasn't the right person for you.

He leaned in to whisper something in your ear before he squeezed your hip, pushing you towards a table in the corner where his friends where while he started walking towards where Ellie was, probably to get a drink.

Ellie looked away in annoyance when he came up next to her, ordering two drinks.

“hey Williams.” he smirked, turning towards her to face her.

Ellie grumbled out a reply, still not looking at him as she tried to distract herself with looking around the room, her eyes fell on you, sitting on a chair, talking to one of Ethan’s friends, you laughed at something he said.

“sucks doesn't it?” Ethan said, making Ellie turn her head to look at him with a confused expression.

“what?” Ellie questioned, glaring at him.

“wanting something you know you can't have.” he chuckled, gesturing to you.

Ellie scoffed turning away again, she took a sip of her drink, she could feel herself getting angry.

“I know you want her, I see the way you look at her.” he said, smirking when he could see her face getting red from anger. “I know you want to fuck her but the only one who get’s to fuck her is me.” he gloated as if you were a fucking price that he won.

“shut the fuck up.” Ellie cursed angrily, turning her head to look at him again.

His eyes widened in surprise at her sudden outburst before he began to chuckle.

“sorry to tell you this but my girlfriend ain't a fucking dyke like you are.” he spat at her before he grabbed his drinks, leaving her to stand there in fury.

She wanted nothing more than to smash his head into the counter but instead she knocked back her drink and left in anger.

Ellie chuckled to herself when she thought back to his words, ‘the only one who gets to fuck her is me.’ and ‘my girlfriend ain’t a fucking dyke like you are.’

‘what a fucking loser.’ she thought to herself, he lied about having sex with you and insulted Ellie not knowing he insulted you as well.

“what’s up with you smiley face?” you asked causing her to laugh at your words. “you've been awfully cheerful these past few days.” you chuckled.

“I'm just glad to get back home.” she lied.

You squinted your eyes at her, not believing her.

“hmm whatever you say.”

Ellie looked at you, giving you a small smile.

“hey isn't this the same cabin we slept in the first day?” you asked pointing to the small wooden house up ahead.

“oh.. yeah.” Ellie nodded when she saw the building you pointed at.

“guess we’re sleeping there again.” you smiled at her.

After you and Ellie cleaned yourselves up at the Cabin, you sat down on the porch steps leaning against the railing, enjoying the slightly chilly summer evening, it was finally getting colder outside, fall was just around the corner.

Ellie sat down across from you, facing you as she offered you a glass of whiskey, smiling at her you accepted the glass.

“to a successful trip?” you said, grinning at her.

“yeah, to a successful trip.” Ellie chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.

You sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company and the sound of wind in the trees and the birds chirping.

“hey, where are you gonna stay once we’re back in Jackson?” Ellie asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You furrowed your brows, you truly didn't know, you haven't thought about it yet.

“uh I don’t know.” you shrugged, looking at her.

“you can stay with me, till you figure out where to live.” Ellie offered, nervously.

Your eyes widened slightly, you didn't expect her to make you such an offer, you didn't even know she liked you enough to let you stay at her place.

“th-that would be nice.” you stuttered, blushing slightly.

Ellie relaxed, she thought you’d say no by the way your eyes widened.

Smiling at you she took a sip of her drink.

“what are people gonna think though?” you asked, pulling your brows together.

“do you care about that?” she asked, a frown appearing on her face.

“no! no.. i don’t.. it’s just, they’re gonna talk you know.” you explained, biting down on your lip nervously.

“let them.” she shrugged.

She didn't care about what others thought of her and you admired that, you weren't one to care much about what other’s thought either but you hated the weird glances and the whispers behind your back.

She realized this wasn't just about you and her being friends, this was also about you realizing you were into girls.

“or are you afraid of what people might think of you being lesbian?” she questioned.

“I mean.. I had a boyfriend and now I'm gay?”

You were still confused about everything, this was all new to you. One thing was for sure, you always fought against these feelings, deep down you knew you weren't straight but you were surrounded by homophobic people when you grew up so accepting it wasn't an option back then.

“can you answer honestly?”

You nodded, looking at her in curiosity, wondering about what she was going to ask you.

“did you feel like you had to date him?” she asked you, eying you.

Taking a deep breath you thought about it for a few minutes, you never really liked him, at least not in the way you were supposed to before getting into a relationship with someone, you started off as friends and that was it, you never had a crush on him, you never liked sleeping next to him or letting him touch you, you never had feelings for him and you didn't love him either.

You thought about the way he made you feel when he touched you and compared it to the way Ellie made you feel.

You felt sparks whenever she touched you, goosebumps appeared on your skin whenever she would put her hands on you, she made you nervous but she also made you feel safe, you never felt uncomfortable around her, not even the first time she saw you naked.

With him you felt nothing.

“yeah.” you admitted, looking into her eyes.

She nodded “I figured.”

“how?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“uh it was at the dance well it was before already but especially that day.. I noticed the way you flinched whenever he touched you and the way your face would scrunch up in disgust.” she explained.

Your eyes widened slightly, she watched you back then?

You remember the dance, you didn't wanted to go but Ethan convinced you to go, you noticed Ellie at the bar right away, it was hard not to. She looked so hot that day, leaning against the bar with a drink in her hand, the sleeves of her flannel were rolled up, showing off that nice tattoo of hers.

She didn't know but you watched her too. You remembered her storming out of the room after Ethan said something to her, you never found out what he said to her.

He made up some bullshit story about her being frustrated about him getting more headshots than her while on guard duty.

You knew he was lying, he always was.

He wasn't better than her, you've seen Ellie shoot and while she was the best sniper in Jackson he was the worst one.

“yeah..” you mumbled, scrunching up your face in disgust at the thought of his hands on you.

At least you never had sex with him.

“can I ask you something now?”

She nodded, looking at you in curiosity.

“what did Ethan say to you, that made you storm out of the room so quickly?” you questioned, cocking your head to the side.

Now it was her turn to be surprised, she watched you all this time, admiring you from afar, wishing it was her touching you and not him.

She didn't know you were watching her too.

“he was talking about you.” she admitted, looking down, she avoided your eyes.

“what about me?”

Ellie knew if she told you this then you would know that you were the girl that she was crushing on.

“basically... he insulted me first and then told me I'd never have a chance with you.” she explained, still looking down.

You blinked, trying to process what she just told you. She told you that Ethan started dating the girl that she was crushing on, you are the girl?

You noticed that she looked down, in fear that you would scoff and be disgusted at her confession.

You put the glass down and moved towards her. You grabbed her chin and tilted her head up so she would face you again, you eyed the worried expression on her face.

Her eyes met yours, trying to figure out what you were thinking.

“he was wrong.” you whispered, closing your eyes you pressed your lips against hers.

Her eyes widened at your words, she never thought she would hear you say this. She never thought she would have a chance with you.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she realized she wasn't kissing you back.

She closed her eyes and kissed you, warmth and love filled her as you kissed each other, she put her glass down next to her and grabbed your waist, moving you on her lap. Pulling her arms around you, she kept you close.

You felt your heart beating faster and faster, her kiss was so soft and tender, unlike the ones you shared before, the other ones were rough and fast, hungry for more but this one was passionate and loving.

The kind of kiss that would leave you breathless, one that would be imprinted in your mind for an eternity. You never thought you would ever feel this way kissing someone but Ellie was the one that made you feel everything that you thought was impossible to feel.

You tilted your head deepening the kiss, your tongue met hers, you whimpered into her mouth, the sensation was overwhelming, she made you feel so many emotions at once.

Breaking the kiss, you smiled at her as you tried catching your breath.

She looked up at you in awe, the kiss left you both speechless as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

You got off her and grabbed your hand , pulling her up, you pecked her lips once more before you pulled her inside the cabin, she closed the door and locked it before she grabbed your waist from behind making you giggle when she tickled your skin under your shirt.

She pushed you into the bedroom, closing the door before she tried to push you on the bed but you stopped her causing her to look at you in confusion.

You smiled at her before you pushed her on the bed to sit at the edge, you grabbed her face and looked down at her, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. Her arms were around you, caressing the skin on your back under your shirt.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

Just like when you were here for the first time, the moonlight was shining through the curtains, allowing you to see each other.

You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it on the floor.

Ellie touched your waist softly, looking up at you, she couldn’t take it any longer, she grabbed you, throwing you on the bed, laughing at the way you gasped at her sudden movement.

“you’re so beautiful y/n.” she whispered, pecking your lips softly as she hovered over you.

“so are you.” you replied, smiling at her.

She smiled before leaning in to kiss you again. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around her neck.

One last night all alone together before you would go back to Jackson.

Both you and her were scared of what would happen once you’d be back home. You’d gotten used to being around each other at all times, for weeks. You knew this wouldn’t be possible once you’d be back in Jackson and you worried that you would drift apart and go back to the way things used to be so you enjoyed this night especially.

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