#srry ethan

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

im gonna teach u a lesson boy!

[cherrycruise]

me n the girls

[sillyluisseraenjoyer]

some ethan/mia doodles while i played roblox w.]/ my gf >_< (ignore me trying to make my gf sleep)

[notthebestatart]

Etoiles: He's the sand guardian!

Mythos: Guardian of the sand!

Soaring & Ethan: Poseidon quivers before him

Kenny: FUCK OFF!

[etharas]

random hc but i think ethan was always catching colds as a kid… he just has weak immune system vibes. the common cold will knock him on his ass for a week. meanwhile quinn could be sick with the flu insisting she’s fine and acting normal😭

[txtfromcellx]

Lyra can have 2 bf as a treat ig and those bf can have cookies of her as a little treat. Too bad they proceed to burn the house.

This is the refs btw and yes it’s the burning house meme for the background

[comicbookddr]

Ethory Week Day 6: Board Games gone wrong lol

[reanimated-corps3]

the amount of gender envy i get from 90s ethan hawke is crazy. like.

me. i wanna look that masculine please

[yourlocalenbyreblogs]

sorry for disappearing for a while jfjdjskjdkfh its tech week and we are. oh so tired.

[foster-alexandra-42069]

[ooc: hi srry i forgot abt this cos of finals]

[Ethan enters Beanie's a little earlier than 3 pm, ordering a cup of black coffee and sitting on a spot near the window. He places something down under the table, a gift he wants to give to Lex just cause]

@ethan-green-69420

[Lex walks in a bit late, around 3:04. She looks around, seemingly on edge. She spots him and comes over, without ordering anything]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

mother can we keep him

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

hii, idk if this is too complex but could you maybe do ethan landry x fem reader smut where he died (we all know the plot in scream 6) but like here he was just supposedly dead and actually alive but spent a few months in a psych ward and during this the reader is his ex girlfriend as they broke up one year before the events from 2023 since she didn’t want to accept him killing people for revenge but as months passed, she found out that he “died” so she took care of everything in his place, killing the core four and all and at that point she became very depressed as she still couldn’t get over him but then he suddenly appears in her life again (idk how tho, this can take place in the forest or at her house or idk) it can start a bit angst and then leading to smut with them being a bit eager as they haven’t done it in a long time. you can mention ethan having some scars somewhere on his face btw! (srry again if this is too complex 😭)

My sweet, SWEET anon. I finally have this done, thank you for being so patient with me💕 I appreciate you messaging me so I could run some ideas I had by you lol

Meet Me at Our Spot - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You think Ethan died at the theater, so you got revenge. He isn't dead though, and you run into him at your spot.

A/N: Hi! The anon that requested this messaged me earlier to help me with some plot ideas I had, cause you know I'm a bitch that LOVES a plot. If you guys have requested something and I haven't written it yet, it could be that I'm stumped and trying to figure it out. Just message me if you're like...damn why's she taking so long lol.

“Get the fuck out!” You screamed at Ethan, as tears streamed down both of your faces.

“Why are you doing this?” he cried, his eyes pleading with yours.

“I can’t be with someone as cold-hearted as you,” you snapped, nudging him out the front door and slamming it in his face.

That was the last time you saw Ethan. After you accidentally overheard the plan his family concocted to get revenge for Richie’s death, you called him out on it. He argued that it’s what he needed to do, and that you should love him regardless. You couldn’t, not if he was going to spend the rest of his life in prison, or worse, end up dead. You were hoping the break-up would make him realize that he shouldn’t do it, and just stay with you. He didn’t though, starting college not even a month later. You stayed home, opting for online courses like you both originally planned on doing.

When you saw the news that people had died in the same area of his university, you knew he had something to do with it. You couldn’t reach out to the cops, because his dad was a well-respected detective. No one would believe you. Plus, your own safety would be at risk. Ethan made that perfectly clear during your heated argument.

Your heart sank when you heard about what happened at the abandoned theater. When you saw that Ethan was one of the suspects, and that he was found deceased, you couldn’t control your emotions as you wailed in the otherwise silent house. After you read about what happened to him, you started to understand why he felt like he needed to avenge Richie’s death, because that’s exactly how you were feeling. You wanted to get back at the people who took him from you.

You started with Kirby. She was the one that ultimately took him from you. You started to feel satisfied, but you knew you couldn’t stop until they all died. You went to Chad and Mindy, then Tara and Sam. Even with you finishing what Ethan and his family started, you still felt so empty without him.

You never read anything else about Ethan after you did what you needed to do, the thought of him being gone made you too sad to even think about it. You did keep tabs on what was happening in the investigations into your crimes, but they never had any leads. If you had kept up with the news on Ethan, you would’ve seen that the first news reports were wrong, and that he did survive.

The attempts to keep your day-to-day life normal became impossible. Your parents were always traveling, so you mostly had the place to yourself. All you wanted to do was lay in bed and cry, your living space reflecting that. You finally decided to get up and clean, coming across so many little gifts and things Ethan had gotten you over the two years you were together. When you came across the first note he wrote to you when you were juniors in high school, you started to sob. His handwriting on the page in front of you made you feel like you had a piece of him. Then, you saw the ‘Meet me at our spot’ at the bottom of the page. The spot he first told you he loved you.

He was so nervous that day, his cheeks pink as he finally got those three words out, terrified that you wouldn’t say it back. You did, though. You knew with everything in you that you were meant to be with him. You thought back to the times that you’d pass him in the hallway on your way to class, the two of you not having much time to talk. He’d say “forever” as his eyes connected with yours, and you’d always say it back. It was so simple, but he wanted you to know how much he loved you, and that you’d always have his heart.

You slipped your shoes on before heading out the door. You knew you needed to go to the spot in the woods that the two of you would always go whenever you needed to get away from life. You sat on the log you’d always sit on, crying as you touched the empty space beside you.

“I miss you so fucking much,” you sobbed, letting out so many emotions. The anger, the sadness, and the heartache overwhelming you.

“I never thought I’d see you here,” you heard, as the leaves crunched behind you.

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, your chest getting tight as you saw Ethan standing there.

“Fuck, I really am going crazy,” you cried, taking a deep breath.

You didn’t want to look away. Even if this was a figment of your imagination, seeing him was something you so badly needed.

“You aren’t crazy,” he said, stepping closer to you.

You noticed some scars on his face, but he was still beautiful. Your heart swelled as you shut your eyes tight and reopened them, to see him still standing there.

“I’m real. I told you; you aren’t going crazy.”

You stood up and started to walk a little closer to him. His brown eyes met yours before looking at the ground, his facial expression unreadable.

“Ethan…How?” was all you got out, your brain not fully processing what was happening.

“It doesn’t surprise me that you didn’t keep track of what happened to me,” he said, turning around to walk in the opposite direction of you.

“What the fuck do you mean? You died! It was all over the news!” you yelled, as he kept walking. “Ethan, please stop.”

He stopped, his back still turned to you.

“How could you just break up with me like that? How could you just throw me away?” he said, finally turning to look at you. Tears stained his cheeks as he waited for you to respond. He’s waited over a year for an answer. “Forever must not mean much to you.”

“It doesn’t?! Then why did I finish what you started? Why did I kill for you?” you snapped, as his eyes grew wide.

“That was you?” he asked, “You’re so stupid!”

He quickly walked back towards you but kept a few feet of space in between. It was like he was too scared to get close.

“I understand why you wanted to do what you did for Richie. I couldn’t stop thinking about the people that hurt you being out there, living their lives when yours was over,” you sobbed, as he wiped the tears from his cheeks. “I said forever, and I meant it.”

He closed the space between the two of you, his lips connecting with yours. The kiss was aggressive, like you both needed it so badly for so long that you never wanted your mouths to stop moving. His hands were roaming everywhere he could reach. Your hips, your ass, your breasts. Every new area he touched had you whimpering into the kiss.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes. “I need you, baby.”

You knew what he meant; his tone full of lust. You looked around at the dead leaves and twigs on the ground, realizing that it wasn’t the most comfortable place for you to go at it for a long time, which is what you fully intended on doing.

“My parents are out of town. Let’s go,” you said, grabbing his hand as you ran with him through the woods back to your place.

Once you made it inside the front door and closed it, he shoved you up against it. You were both breathing heavy from the running, and from the anticipation.

“Have you fucked anyone since me?” he asked, his eyes dark as they looked into yours.

“No, I’ve only wanted you,” you said, as he started to smirk.

“Good, because that pussy belongs to me,” he growled, before roughly kissing you. Your arms went around his neck as his hands went to your waist, lifting you off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. You could feel his cock though his jeans as it pressed against your ass, the feeling making you moan against his lips.

He carried you over to the couch, not wanting to waste a single second of time. You only pulled apart from the kiss when you both took your shirts off. You noticed the scars on his shoulder and chest, gently running your fingers over them as he started to unbutton your jeans.

You couldn’t help but wonder what the full story was. What happened after you thought he was dead?   Those thoughts were quickly pushed to the side as he slid your jeans and panties down in the same motion.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to taste you again,” he said, leaning in and licking your clit.

“Oh shit,” you whined, your fingers going to his hair as his mouth moved faster against you. “Fuck I missed you eating me out.”

He moved his mouth lower, his tongue dipping inside your dripping core. He kept moving his tongue, the sounds flooding out of your mouth going straight to his throbbing cock.

He moved back up to focus on your clit as he slid a finger in you, before adding another. Your pussy was sucking his fingers in as the wet sounds filled the room.

“Oh fuck, right there!” you cried out as the pads of his fingers moved against that special spot inside of you. “Fuck, just like that. Yesss.”

You started to move your hips against his fingers and mouth as his free hand had a strong grip on your thigh. It didn’t take long for his fingers to move faster, and that feeling you hadn’t felt in so long started to creep up. Yeah, you’d been able to get off a couple times by yourself, but nothing ever compared to how Ethan does it.

“You’re going to make me cum,” you whimpered, the intensity of the feeling getting stronger and stronger as your hips started to jerk. Ethan just kept going, his fingers and mouth not slowing as tears started to slip down your face. The orgasm was so strong as you babbled out, the things you were saying not making any sense.

When you started to relax onto the couch and your hips stilled, he slid out his fingers. You whined at the emptiness, as he started to laugh. “God, baby, you’re so needy.”  He quickly got out of his jeans and slid his boxers down, not wanting another second of time to pass without him being inside of you.

He crawled on top of you and lined up at your entrance. You squealed as he slid inside of you, the fullness making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, “I missed this so fucking much.”

“I missed it too,” you moaned, as he started to thrust harder. “Oh fuck!”

You were whining as his hips pounded into you, the relentless pace turning your brain to mush. He started to slow down a little, not wanting to cum too quickly.

“Let me ride you, baby,” you whimpered, “Please, I need it.”

He groaned at your words, sliding out long enough to sit on the couch. You straddled him as he gripped the base of his erection for you to sink down onto him.

“Oh my god,” you whined out, as your hands held onto the back of the couch and his hands went to your breasts.

He massaged them before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, moaning around it as your hips started to move quicker. He noticed you weren’t going all the way down, his size a little too much for you to handle.

“Aww, baby. Is it too much for you?” he asked sweetly, before grabbing your hips and fucking the rest of his cock up in you.

“Fuck fuckfuck,” you cried out, feeling the tears well up again from the pleasure. “I can’t take it.”

“Yeah you can baby, just relax. You’re doing so good for me,” he cooed, as you started to meet his thrusts with your hips. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs echoing off the walls. “So fucking good.”

One of his hands left your hip and started to rub quick circles on your swollen clit, your walls starting to flutter the second he did it.

“You getting close, baby?” he asked, his lustful eyes looking into the ones that you were struggling to keep open.

“Mhm,” you whimpered, your eyes screwing shut as you moved as fast as you could, chasing your orgasm. “Gonna-fuck..cum,” you got out, as he added a little more pressure to your clit. “Holy fuck!”

His hands went back to your hips as you started to go limp in his arms, too fucked out to move. He bounced you on him, chasing his own orgasm. All you could do was whimper, the tears trickling out of your eyes at the feeling. He pulled out of you, his cum shooting all over your tummy and his.

“Hey, hey baby,” he said softly, “Are you okay?”

He wiped the tears from your cheeks as before you relaxed onto him.

“That felt so good,” you said, your head resting against his chest.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No baby, it was perfect.”

You stayed there pressed against him as his fingers ran up and down your bare back. It felt so nice to have him back, and you never wanted to let him go again.

“What happened? Like after you were found?” you asked, your fingers running over the scars again.

He sighed, nervous to tell you all the gory details. “I had a faint pulse when they found me. They didn’t expect me to make it. I lost a lot of blood, and had some head trauma,” he said, as you sat up a little to look at him. “Then after I started to get better, they started talking about court and I got interrogated. But someone started their own little killing spree. I started to lie, saying that the real killer that was helping dad and Quinn must still be out there if people were still dying and I was sitting in the hospital.”

“And they believed you?” you asked, waiting for him to continue.

“Yeah, not at first, but the evidence didn’t add up to me aside from the robe I was wearing. I told them that dad roped me into it…and that he threated to kill me if I didn’t participate.”

“I still can’t believe they let you out,” you said, still amazed that he was right in front of you.

“I was in there for a while, and I’ve been on so many different medications to deal with the health issues I have now…I���ll tell you about those later. But if it wasn’t for you doing what you did, I would still be in there,” he said, his hands rubbing along your sides. “When I came back, I started staying with my aunt who thinks I was this manipulated, innocent person. She takes me to all my appointments to make sure I don’t have to go back to the psych ward.”

“Why didn’t you come see me?” you asked, feeling a little hurt that he’d been home for a while and didn’t bother to try to see you.

“I thought you didn’t want to see me, so I’ve been going to our spot every single day, just to think. I’d always hoped I’d run into you there,” he said, his voice cracking as he started to tear up. “I just love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Forever.” You smiled, “Today was the first time I’ve been there since you left. I found a note from you earlier and I just had to go there,” you said, wiping the tears off his cheeks.

“I’m so happy you did.”

He held you there for a while, loving the way your body felt against him.

“Babe, you wanna go shower? Your cum is still all over us,” you giggled, as his hands gripped your hips.

“Who said I was done with you yet?”

[tanoieyt]

note: if you don’t like random :P in your things, leave rn!!! anyways might not be grammar-checked,, if u want me to extend one of them ask!!! no aesthetic format srry 😔,, no nate sorry!! don’t know how to write!! criticism open too!!! ok ty and enjoy 💋💋

red 

always grabbing onto something from you, hands, sleeves, whatever he can latch onto

like there was this one time during your most memorable celebration, he whispered to you 

“i love you” 

alsooo he loves to put his hat on your head 

ethan 

if you like nature walks he’ll drag you along

but if you’re more relaxed, he’ll just cook up some food (or get something from a store) and have a picnic outside 

after tirelessly playing at the beach with you, splashing water everywhere and whatever sand games, he loves to drag you to watch the sunset together!! 

or loves how the moon’s light shines on you <33

brendan 

he loves pda!! smooches, hugs, hand-holding, whatever he can come up with!! doesn’t like compliments too much though

he’s either a full-on inside kid on some days and on others he’s pushing you through the door

clingy but tries to hide it

lucas 

if you like to study too, he’ll always ask for you to study whatever next to him, he needs motivation sometimes :P

he might be up all night finalizing projects and maybe even wake you up randomly to double-check some work

if you don’t like grinding out studies like him, you just end up getting snacks for him for motivation or you give him pecks on the cheek

hilbert 

gets so flushed when you play with his hair or physical touch in general

gets really nervous if you try to show pda, especially in front of his friends, doesn’t want to get embarrassed lol

you guys always look for new places to eat or chill out, favorite place being a park with magnificent scenery with a charming cafe

calem 

always trying to make something for you, ranging between tiny hair clips and ties to extravagant outfits

also gives you tons of gift baskets 

analyzes your fashion style like a forced english assignment that’s worth 120% of your final grade

always comes in clutch for formal events, making you the most magnificent clothes

elio 

likes to pretend to act mysterious :P

lives for beach dates!!! sometimes throws sand at your head and pretends he’s sorry 

you guys will watch the moon and he’ll pretend he’s not looking at you

when you look back, he’s turned around either giggling, super flushed, or a mix of both 

victor 

you guys are a storm in the kitchen (a good or bad one depending on your cooking skill lolol)

will help you cook by hovering over you and taking your arms to help you stir and stuff

matching aprons duhhhh

if he notices something is wrong with you— the tiniest inconvenience, he will stop immediately to check in :P (our observant king)

[mrsoftthoughts]

The ships of secondary characters in percy Jackson makes sense in my head, that's until i have to explain why i ship it

Idk man, what im supposed to say?? A lot of them have little screen (page??) time and barely interact , but somehow "The 4'6 temperamental Apollo kid x the Hephaestus kid that looks like a mummy " "The rock witch x the Jewish Hermes kid" "The Hermes kid that seems like a twin but isn't x The Dionysus kid that is actually a twin but now without his brother" ( and i didn't find a good one for alabaster and Ethan srry) Makes sense for me???

And ofc those ones are only the Easy ones to explain because other people made it, I just follow the vision

But then are the ones that are a result of my non-slepp scenarios and let me like "wtf i just created" Because til this day I'm asking my brain how the fuck it made up a love-hate pair bettwen Mf Alabaster Torrington and DREW TANAKA

Edit four months layer: Please add Will Solace x Drew Tanaka to the last section (though idk in what level of secondary character will fits if you exclude tsats tbh)

[jxckchxmpi0n]

Hii love congrats on 200 followers I was wondering if I could request a spider man Ethan Landry x female reader where he takes care of his drunk girlfriend

Thank you, love 🕸🕷that means so much to me!! I hope you enjoy this 🌼

Drunk Love

Summary: Spiderman! Ethan takes care of his drunk girlfriend. || m.list

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Fluff! little angst swearing, drinking, throwing up mentions of NSFW 🫶

update: college is kicking my ass, but break is going to be here soon!!!

did not proof read

ALSO NEW THEME!!!

It was girls' night which meant drunk confessions and dumb middle school games in the living room of the Carpenter sisters' apartment.

As much as the boys thought it was unfair getting thrown out, they planned to have their own fun night, which was sitting in their apartment living room yelling at a flat screen tv over the video game of the hour.

Everyone at this point had found out Ethan your boyfriend was Spiderman, he told them about a year into taking on the role, when he had told them Mindy had stood up shouting "YES! you owe me twenty bucks Chad" everyone had laughed about it and seemed not surprised.

Months had passed and everyone got used to the disappearances of Ethan, but for you it was hard. You always missed him, you felt like you never saw him. Between classes and working, your schedule never matched with his. The occasional nights where he'd slip in through your window would be a treat, but it was never enough.

It was already passed midnight, the drinks were getting stronger, and the music was getting louder.

"Alright y/n we all answered now it's your turn! Where's the weirdest place you've had sex." Mindy stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a bottle of vodka and grape juice in her hand. Everyone was giggling at the question as your face was blushing.

You looked up acting like you were thinking of it, Sam and Tara were sitting on the couch trying to guess places, Anika was making some snacking and drinks with Mindy.

Setting your drink on the coffee table you laughed to yourself finally landing on a place, it weirdest and it's definitely not a normal place. "Ethan wanted to take me on a date around the city, but Spiderman style. So, we went swinging around and then at some point he made this web between some random buildings, and we could look at the stars and well you know one thing led to another."

Tara, and Sam's mouth hung open, "no fucking way you had sex in the middle of the sky on a fucking spider web!!" Everyone's eyes were wide open looking at you as if you told them your darkest secret.

"I mean it's not that bad, its honestly really comfortable plus Ethan he-"Mindy's voice cut you off as she came back into the room with drinks, Anika followed holding the snacks.

"No, we don't need to hear anything about Ethan, I can't look at him other than the shy nerdy boy" you laughed and kept the rest to yourself.

After a good hour or so Tara was knocked out, Mindy and Anika were going to walk back to their place and Sam was going to head to Danny's place across the street. Your mind was racing, and your body felt so hot and warm.

Your mind had thought about Ethan, your heart ached so much at the thought of not seeing him right now. Pulling out your phone you thought about texting him.

The boys had taken a little bit of a break from the game to talk, Chad wanted to talk about how things were going with Tara when ethan felt his phone buzz. Grabbing it from the counter he read a message from you.

pretty girl <3

'baby i miss youu so muh! like i wantto see you!'

'oh i think im just druk'

'your withchad illl leaave you alone'

'im srry'

'i love you baby haha bug boy i miss you'

He smiled looking at the messages, he thought it was cute anytime you were drunk. If you weren't together you would spam his phone in love notes, it was his favorite thing.

bugg boy 🕷

'my love are you okay?'

'Do you want me to come get you? I don't mind!'

'Baby you don't have to bee sorry, you know I love these messages!!'

'Pretty girl, I'm heading over!'

Chad had been fine with Ethan leaving, that had also given him a reason to see his girlfriend. Taking Ethan's car they drove to the girls' apartment, they didn't worry about knocking since it was their second home.

Walking in Chad could see Tara curled up in the couch chair, Ethan's landed on you. You were laying down on your stomach face buried into the couch half hanging off. Chad walked to Tara talking to her softly, he got her up and guided her to her room.

Ethan sat on the ground next to the couch, his hand softly rubbing your back. "My love, I'm here. How are you feeling?" You felt the warmth of his hand through your shirt, the sound of his voice so low and soft made your heart flip.

You raised your head slightly already smiling, "bug boy, my bug boy" You pushed yourself off of the couch making the rest of your body slide into his lap. "ugh I missed you" he chuckled as he felt you shove your face in his neck.

"How drunk are you?" you giggled at his question, something about it seemed funny. Ethan pushed his body up so he could take a look at you.

You laid in his lap with your eyes half closed, "you're so beautiful. Like yes, you're hot but like also so beautiful, with your curly fluffy hair oohh and your freckles- your freckles are so pretty and your eyes- godd I'm so in love with you" Your arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest under his jacket a little.

His face burning red with your confession. "My love as much as I love hearing you say you love me; we need to get you to bed. Let's get you home-"

"Your bed. I want your bed, it smells like you, and if you aren't there when I wake up at least I have your sheets that have your smell" You nodded to yourself as you thought out loud, Ethan wasn't meant to hear that, but You couldn't control what you were saying right now.

"Fine, we will go to my place." Your face lit up at the agreement. He helped you stand up only for you to tumble, "Okay, hold on." he turned around, so his back was facing your chest. "Can you jump up?"

He squatted down more, so it wasn't such a big jump. Your hands rested loosely on his shoulders. You jumped as much as you could, and his hands grabbed the back of your thigh, pulling you up. He jumped himself a little so you could get on his back comfortably.

He checked on Chad and Tara and saw they were good and then made his way back to the car. You were half asleep on his back, mumbling little things to yourself. "Bug boy is my boyfriend, I love bug boy, how am I moving?"

He laughed at your little comments. You're going to have a rough morning tomorrow. He made it back to the car and placed you on the passenger side, leaning in. He was trying to buckle you in, but you grabbed his face, pulling him to you. Your lips met his, and he could taste the cheap liquor. "Mmm, I love being able to do that." Your words were slurred, but he could understand you.

After a solid thirty minutes, you reached Ethan's apartment. He carried you in and set you on the corner of his bed, running to the kitchen he got water, and as he turned to the sink, he felt his spider tingles go off. The next thing he heard was you saying "oh oh" he ran back to the room to see you stumbling into the bathroom. Making it just in time to the toilet he grabbed your hair as you felt all the alcohol make its way back up.

"Its okay baby let it out" he felt bad he couldn't do more to help you, he hated seeing you like this.

His hand ran up and down your back, as you sat there for a few more minutes. "I'm fine, I swear, Ethan I'm good" your voice was echoing from the inside of the bowl.

"Do you need to throw up anymore?" his voice was soft and filled with concern.

You shook your head, leaning up from the toilet. he grabbed your wrist taking a hair tie from you. Pulling your hair back he made a sloppy bun.

Picking you up he sat you on the lid edge of the tub, resting your back on the wall you watched him. He flushed the toilet and cleaned around it with the mess you made and seeing him clean just made something in you sad.

"Oh god Ethan I'm so sorry- I'm sorry I made a mess on your-" before you could finish, he reached over cupping your face.

"Hey, hey, look at me it's okay. I don't mind, it's a little bit of puck but who cares. I'm here to take care of you, okay. Don't be sorry, any excuse to take care of my love I will do anything" he kissed the top of your head. Your face was even more flushed from his words.

"I need to brush my teeth and take my makeup off" you tried to get up but felt Ethan's webs stick to your wrist.

"No. Sit down. I will do it" his voice was stern yet loving.

He turned around with a makeup wipe remover already in hand, kneeling down he grabbed your face pulling it down to look at him. The coldness of the wipe made you gasp but then hum, the feeling of his hand on your face made you lean into his touch.

You looked at him, seeing the moles you love so much scattered over his face. The brown eyes you fell in love with, then your eyes landed on a scar on his right eyebrow. Your lips formed into a frown as you reached out and touched it.

Ethan took notice as your face was full of sadness. "what's wrong pretty girl?"

"I don't like you going out at nighttime fighting, I don't want you to go out one night and not return. I miss you." He saw the tears in your eyes build up.

He didn't know how to answer at first, his hand still resting on your face while the other hand wiped your makeup. "I'm sorry, pretty girl. I didn't realize you felt like this. How about we talk about this more in the morning."

Your eyes were getting heavy as each minute passed, mindlessly nodding your head already forgetting the conversation. Ethan then helped you somewhat brush your teeth and get to bed, where a glass of water sat waiting for you on the nightstand.

Chugging half of it you climbed into bed smiling, "mmmh smells like my boyfriend" you grabbed his pillows burying your face in them. Ethan couldn't help but laugh at your actions.

He followed you into his bed, lying next to you, his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. Your face buried into his neck as you moved to get comfortable. "I have the best boyfriend, ha-ha, spiider-man, my bug boy" he felt you lightly kissing his neck before sleep fully took over your body.

[goth-mami-writer]

🩶As Close as Strangers🩶

~{Pt. 2 by request}

🩶@leonw4nter @torisvr 🩶

~(Au) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader drabble

~{Find part one here}

(This one's kinda long 👉👈 srry)

《Leon stared at you now, hoping for what you might offer as some sort of explanation as to why he'd been left out of your son's life if he was indeed the father.

Did you think he'd say he was uninterested in the responsibility? There had to be something- something outlandish for you to omit such a truth for so many years that were crucial.

Years that Leon would never get back as a father.

“What- you thought I'd call you a liar? Or tell you that I had other plans?”

He asked from across the room after you returned from turning on the boy's nightlight, and you sat back on the couch with your heart heavy.

The reasoning for your lie was simple. It wasn't that you believed Leon didn't have the morals to uphold his part of the responsibility. It was the opposite. Leon would've been a wonderful father. But he would've put that hard work to the side to help you raise a child, and the guilt would've consumed you.

If it were anyone else, you would've been on the phone the moment you read the test. But it wasn't just anyone. The child you carried then belonged to Agent Leon S. Kennedy.

“I had just watched you shake hands with the governor in DC. You knew that night that you had a pretty big chance of moving up. We all did. Especially me.” You said beginning to explain,

“I couldn't…I could never ask you to take a step back from that. That's your career, Leon-”

“That's my son.” He said, cutting you off to point upstairs, having heard enough.

He somewhat understood that you wanted him to have the career he had always been chasing. But even if he worked hand in hand with the president himself, he wouldn't have put a child on the back burner. Or a wonderful girl to raise that child all alone.

He put his locked fingers behind his head tensely when he stood from his seat and he paced the floor now with the thought of what was next. You felt your heart racing with the fear of him leaving and never looking back.

He rested his hands on his hips and asked with the first hint of curiosity that came into his mind regarding the son he didn't know,

“What'd you name him?”

You were quiet for a moment before telling him your son's first name. It wasn't the first name that you thought might cause him to look at you funny.

It was the middle name.

“Ethan..”

You took a deep breath a finally said, pulling your robe tighter nervously,

“Ethan Scott….”

Leon's whole body turned to face you but you only stared at the ground. You had named him somewhat after his father. Only because he couldn't have his father's last name. Leon scoffed, holding back a laugh when he said quietly,

“I didn't think you'd remember my middle name.”

You shrugged, shaking your head just the same and said,

“Full of surprises, yanno.”

He opened the door, unwilling to overstay his welcome after noticing the rain had finally let up but you noticed his hesitation. He couldn't move any further without asking one last thing that had tormented him even as he drunkenly stumbled here in the dark.

“So-” He stuttered with only one foot outside,

“He doesn't…have any dad in his life at all?”

You were slow to answer only because you knew that he was easing carefully around what he really wanted to ask. You crossed your arms, leaning on the side of the foyer wall when you tried to determine what he really meant,

“Are you trying to ask if I'm still single?”

Leon winced away from the truth and looked away, giving you your confirmation that it's exactly what he meant. You turned only for a second and he heard as you disappeared to find something from a shelf or maybe a drawer since he could only listen.

You returned with a small book that Leon recognized as a photo album when you came into the light again. He saw your phone number jotted on the back of one of the many photos and listened as you began quietly.

“These are some of his baby pictures. We'll be in your city next week. Just call me if….you wanna see him.” You mentioned offering the small booklet of photos to him.

Leon held it tight in his grip and half smiled, thanking you in silence for giving him something to hold onto. He told you he'd call when he could before leaving off the porch and you closed the door quickly so not even the night air could see you fall apart so fast.

You didn't know what felt worse. Being without him, alone and in silence. Or having lost him a second time.

~Washington, DC.

~That next week

You were chaperoning Ethan’s class field trip that afternoon with several other parents. You rode a charter bus through the city on the way to the White House but all you could think of was the last time you were in this city. Five years ago.

It wasn't the sight seeing or the work that'd brought you to the capital.

It was just the thought of Leon and where he was.

He had called you the night before, almost to your surprise, but he asked where in town you'd be. When you answered, he took a minute to think before asking several more questions - trying to pinpoint exactly where you'd be and at what time. But he never confirmed where he'd be himself. Which made you curious.

The charter bus stopped on the street curb outside the north entrance, and you helped Ethan away from his seat, straightening his uniform before he got off the bus excitedly.

The class was counted out on the paved walkway before being ushered inside, and you stayed close to Ethan in his line of classmates but remained to the side holding your sweater as you walked aloof with the tour.

You walked down the infamous Cross Hall, feeling the renowned red carpet under your black pumps but your eyes wandered. You saw many faces of federal agents and USSS lining the hall now as the students walked behind the tour guide. Some wore suits and some wore tactical vests that supported a weapon across their chest.

One pair of eyes hidden against the wall followed Ethan from the moment he arrived, remaining silent and watchful as the small boy piled in with his class. Those eyes found you now as well, and covertly, they began to move closer.

You felt people huddling in behind you to listen in, and you tried to stay out of their way. But suddenly, when you began backing away, you felt the collision of a tactical vest meeting you from behind.

You turned to see Leon standing there behind you now and he asked with a whisper and a careful smile,

“Is he having fun?”

You went wide-eyed seeing him here. He had an earpiece in, and his federal badge was clipped to his vest. He looked so different now, unlike the other night, but you liked it. It looked right for him.

“Since when are you a part of on-site here?” You asked, trying not to smile too wide, but you were thrilled that he was here. Usually, on the premises, security wasn't a part of his job, so you had to know what he was doing.

“It's just for today-” He said, omitting the small truth of why he'd opted to be stationed here, strangely for only one day. He shook his head and clarified more truthful,

“...I wanted to see him.”

You smiled a little more in love now, and you looked to Ethan in his assigned group at the front. He would never know how close he was to his own father, but you could only watch in awe as Leon knew that too as he looked ahead as well.

The students were led out to the gardens on the south lawn next, and you waited behind in the long Colonnade Hall, watching his class through the many paned windows. You heard someone enter the deserted hall behind you and saw that Leon had found you again.

He still wore his earpiece and tactical attire, but he'd moved his large gun to his back now as he approached the window beside you quietly. You felt like strangers again, unsure of what to say, and you tensed your hands together stiffly.

You knew you wanted to ask him if he's willing to at least meet his son anytime soon. The distance between them now wasn't easy to watch, but maybe it was karma after all the hurt you caused him in keeping this secret.

“I've been thinking about a few things.” He said in a mutter, some of his pushed back hair falling onto his brow now as he turned to you.

You asked what was on his mind as you turned now as well. The words were just there behind his lips, you watched them trying to make their escape from his throat but he faltered, unsure of how to even begin to explain the many trains of thought he had at one time.

“Leon-” You said trying to steady his inner turmoil,

“This is up to you. I don't want you to change your life because I lied, and it's the right thing to do now.”

“No-” He said in reply, still struggling with so many things at once to tell you and the only way he could get his point across was closing the gap between you with a heavy, fated step,

“I know what I want.”

His hands moved up to your face with a desperate quickness when he pulled your lips to his own. He kissed you needfully like it was as an instinct that told him to do so. You melted into his touch and felt freed at long last by the kiss that haunted you since the last time you saw him in this city.

You pulled away with a heavy breath, having clutched onto his vest to keep him close without realizing it. Your eyes fluttered open, realizing you were still standing right in front of the large windows as your heart raced. Leon held you by your shoulders now, just as breathless and lost as you when you spoke finally,

“This isn't the best place to do this.”

“I've thought about you for five years. I can't help it.” He replied with his head resting against yours as he held you, going slowly as he explained what he had thought of in the days since finding you again.

“I don't know how we'll make it work. But I don't want Ethan to go without his dad anymore. And I don't want us to go without being together.”

He swallowed heavily, finally having the fire in his throat to say what had been holding onto for years. He knew it then, and he knew it the night he thought of you, stumbling drunk in the dark and the rain.

“I love you. And I should've told you before you left. Things might've been different.”

You could only smile, closing your eyes again to lean against him. You shook your head, hating yourself now after seeing how easy this actually was, and you mentioned sweetly before kissing him again,

“Looks like we got another mission together after all then, huh? We'll get it in a pinch.”

He smiled against your mouth, in love to hear that you both were working together both for each other and for Ethan.

~~

You walked your son back to his bus on the White House lot leading to the curbside. You felt him turn around to get one last look and then said in his tiny, curious voice,

“There's people on the roof, mommy, look!”

You turned, noticing his fixation with the federal agents on the roof in tactical vests, toting their AK’s on surveillance from above. You mentioned that they were there to make sure everyone was safe and not breaking the rules.

When you noticed another silhouette take shape on the rooftop, you smiled widely to see that it was Leon staring out to the lawn from over the edge, undoubtedly making sure that Ethan got back on the bus.

You crouched down onto your son's level and pointed upwards to the rooftop, making Leon's heart race from afar. He'd kill to know what you were saying as you pointed straight at him.

“You see that one there?” You asked softly.

“Yeah.” Ethan nodded.

“I know him. His name's Leon. Leon Scott.”

Ethan's eyes widened, saying excitedly that they both had the same middle name, and you smiled brightly seeing the joy it brought him. You looked back to Leon, who still stood in awe that even from a distance, himself and Ethan were face to face now.

You told Ethan to wave up to the roof, and he did so adorably with his little arm reaching up to swing back and forth. He put his arm down, noticing that Leon didn't wave back, and he asked you almost sadly,

“Can he see me?”

“He can see you, baby.” You assured him, looking in the distance as Leon stood motionless. He felt the lump in his throat wad up tightly seeing his son waving at him for the first time. He cried all night looking at his baby pictures, and this felt so much worse.

Leon raised his hand up after clearing his tight throat and gave Ethan a minute, nonchalant salute by the temple and winked lovingly, even though he knew the boy wouldn't see it.

You watched as Ethan smiled widely, looking back to see if you noticed. You told him to come along so they wouldn't miss head count and he walked alongside you, holding your hand as he bounced down the walkway, still turning around to see Leon on the roof every step of the way.

“Tell Leon he's cool and that we have the same middle name.” Ethan said in his small voice before jumping up onto the bus, and you laughed loudly, promising his sweet little spirit that you would tell Leon everything.》