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WAITTTT YOU’RE WRITING FOR JILL???? ;))) may i request the aftermath of re5 when jill finally comes back to f!reader after being controlled by wesker pls!! angst and fluff hehe u can make it spicy too if u wanna

home is where you are.

summary. months after returning from africa and constant rehab and lab tests, jill is home, feeling insecure and grieving about the past. but you’re there to help her. ┆masterlist

content warnings. jill valentine x f!reader; angst, light fluff, implied smut!, jill needs therapy :(

word count. 1.9k+

a/n. i miss jill like she rlly needs to come back now; shes literally been missing from the timeline since 2009. i’m tired of seeing leon and chris lmfaoo jill and claire game when

the water is cold, cascading down jill’s pale skin as she stares at down at her bare feet, watching as a few drops of her blood fall into the flowing water. her hand rests on the clear tile wall just in front of her, listening carefully to the sound of the shower above her head and the constant drips of water, pitter-pattering onto the floor. her chest hurts just as it has been for the last three years ever since she underwent a series of constant, immoral experiments against her will that was led by none other than her former captain, albert wesker.

she despised him. no. even that was an understatement. she wanted to kill him and all of umbrella for everything they had done to her, to society, to all of humanity. he had also taken her away from the most important person in her life; you.

in the last three years, jill had always wondered when she was ever going to see you again. she counted the minutes, the hours, the weeks, the months, and the years until she stopped believing she would be free from wesker’s control. it broke her. on top of all the things she had seen, the trauma, the depression. all she wanted was to see you again. to hold you. to kiss you. she didn’t even know if you were alive. but she believed in you. you had to be.

jill’s ears perked up as the door creaks open slightly. after swallowing the lump in her throat, she can’t help but take a small peek past the white shower curtain.

and there you are. still so beautiful just as the last time she laid her eyes on you. your hair was slightly damp from the shower you had taken just before she did and a silk, black robe was wrapped around you, just loose enough for her to see your cleavage. jill bites her bottom lip softly and lets out a breath before continuing to gaze at you as you place a set of clothing down on the lid of the toilet seat.

“hey, i left you some clothes here,” she hears you say. your voice is soft and almost barely loud enough for her to hear. “i’m here if you need anything else.”

and for a moment, jill doesn’t answer. she hides behind the shower curtain and stares at the tiles beneath her feet. she’s different now and she knows this. her hair was no longer the short, brown hair you liked to play with so much, her skin was as pale as snow and right in the middle of her chest was blood dripping from the wounds left behind by the scarab device, surely leaving scars. she doubted herself a little bit. she didn’t feel beautiful. she didn’t feel confident. she was worried about what you thought of her when you looked at her.

“i love you.”

jill pauses. the words that had left your mouth just a second ago somehow lifted some of the weight off of her shoulders, giving her enough courage to call out to you before you could leave the room.

“(y/n)?” she calls.

you stop in your tracks and immediately turn on your heel, walking towards the shower and peeking only a little to see jill’s face.

“hey,” you smile at her and jill felt a her heart warm up and, if she was being completely honest, there were butterflies in her stomach. “do you need help?”

jill shakes her head and just stares at you. you looked at her the same way you did years ago when she told you she was in love with you. the same way you looked at her when she asked you to be her girlfriend. you always seemed to have no trouble throwing all of her worries out the window with just one look at your face.

and your eyes can’t help but travel downwards to her chest, but the naughty intentions evaporate the moment you laid your eyes on her wounds.

“jill! you’re bleeding!” you panicked. it wasn’t bleeding a lot, but it didn’t matter. if there was any way you could stop her from feeling even the slightest discomfort, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

jill stays still, watching the worry fill your face as you take a couple seconds to inspect her injury. she wants to take it away; all of your worries, your pain, and the sadness that filled you while she was gone. and just before you could turn around to leave and grab some medical supplies, jill grabs your wrist, halting your every movement. a gasp escapes your lips when you were suddenly pulled into the shower, your back pressed up against jill’s bare front.

you stand there, frozen still, as the cold water meets the fabric of your robe and your hair, drenching them once again.

“jill, it’s freezing,” you complain with a smile on your face, turning your head to look at her.

instead, all you’re met with is her blonde hair as she lays her forehead against your shoulder, breathing your scent into her nose. her breaths are steady and her arms wrap around your waist tightly, releasing your wrist from her hand. she runs them up and down your sides, feeling your body against hers, in her hands. and it’s everything she could ever ask for.

“jill?”

her name. she always loved the way her name sounded coming out of your mouth. always. you always said it with such care and love and each time, it made her smile. only this time, it felt bittersweet. it felt like it’s been so long since she heard the sound of your voice. while she was away, she kept trying to imagine your voice in her head, repeating things you’ve said to her before, always trying to keep her mental state strong and steady, but it was hard. it was hard not being able to hear you, to see you. and now, finally hearing it constantly, her heart felt relieved; relieved that she came home to you, that she was finally able to hear your voice again, to feel you in her arms.

“hmm,” she hums against your shoulder.

you want to ask her if she’s okay, but you already know the answer to that. she has gone through so much for so long already and all you want to do is be there for her, every step of the way.

“what are you thinking about?” you ask her, caressing the skin on her hands with your thumb as you lean your head back against her own shoulder, careful not to press against her chest too hard.

“i’m thinking about you.”

the corner of your lips tug into a small smile, “what about me?”

“i missed you…” jill whispers, nuzzling into the side of your neck. you smelled of fresh, flowery shampoo and your skin was soft and smooth. jill couldn’t help but place a warm kiss right on your shoulder. “i wasn’t… i couldn’t control my body but, fuck, i was aware of everything… and i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“jill…”

she kisses you again, lips landing right at the side of your neck, working her way up to the skin right behind your ear, “i thought i’d never see you again. the whole time. i thought that this was it for me. but when i saw chris, i knew that that was my chance. i… i did everything i could. just for a little bit, a second, to be in control for just a second, i… i couldn’t stop thinking about you, (y/n)…”

you take her hands and lift it from your waist slightly, only to turn around slowly to look up at her. jill rests her hands at your waist again, this time pulling you even closer to her, close enough to be able to feel your breath against her skin. you wrap your arms around her neck and brush her wet hair away from her face.

and there’s jill. the same jill you met years ago. the same jill that was terrible at flirting. the same jill who always made time for you despite all the work she had to do. the same jill who loved you and always did and would do everything and anything to protect you. only now, she’s carrying much more weight on her shoulders.

the water running down her face masked the tears on her cheeks, but you saw right through it. you knew from the moment she rested her forehead against your shoulder that she was holding back her tears and the hands that held you tightly around your waist were trembling slightly. and you can’t help but do the same thing. a sob escapes your lips as you lean forward, nestling your face against her neck.

“i missed you so much,” you were barely able to choke out.

jill holds you even tighter while you cry on her bare shoulder. she knows you thought she had died three years ago when chris came back alone without his partner. she knows about how much grief you went through trying to accept the fact that she was gone. if she could, she would do anything to take all of that away from you.

when your sobs die down several minutes later, you lift your head up from her shoulder to take a moment to look at her. you push her blonde hair away from her face once again and you can’t but smile, despite the tears still running down your face.

“do you hate it?” jill asks, squeezing your hips lightly with her hands.

“hate what?”

“my hair.”

you stare at her with a soft smile and shake your head, “i don’t hate it.”

“why?” jill looks down at her hands, the ones down by your hips, ashamed.

“why?” you repeat, watching your girlfriend carefully before continuing to speak. “because as much as it reminds you of what you went through, it’s proof that you survived. these wounds on your chest, it’s proof that you’re alive right now. i do, in fact, hate that bastard wesker for putting you through so much pain… but i love your hair, jill. whether it’s blonde, brown, whatever. it doesn’t change how i feel about you. you’re still the person i fell in love with. everything about you now, just proves to me how strong you are. you were strong enough to come home to me.”

jill lets out a sigh of relief. she was home. every time she’s with you, she felt loved, accepted and cared for. she loved every single thing about it and every single thing about you.

“and i never thought i’d say this, but blonde actually looks really good on you.”

jill chuckles for moment before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. the kiss was soft and sweet, but jill’s hands were rough, tugging the fabric of your robe, pulling it hard enough so that it comes loose on your shoulders. jill moans into your mouth as she continues to pull your robe off, determined to get it off of you.

you push jill’s shoulders lightly with a teasing smile as you pull away from her lips. it was almost to small to notice, but there was, without a doubt, a pout on jill’s face the moment you stopped kissing her.

“as much as i wanna continue this, valentine,” you pointed to her chest, right where her wounds were, and smirked. “this needs my attention.”

jill returns the smug smile, “only if you keep the robe off… think i need you to be my sexy nurse for tonight.”

a/n. ty for reading! also this is my 69th post and i’m sad to say it isn’t smut - bella :D

#actually jill is missing from the timeline bc she married me and left the fight against bioterrorism behind.#jill valentine x reader #jill valentine imagine #resident evil #resident evil 3 #re5 #re3 #re3 remake #imagines #jill x reader #resident evil smut #chris redfield #albert wesker #icons #jill valentine icons

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