#ethan winters imagine

[anasanthology]

Two’s A Company, Three’s A Crowd, Four… is Just Perfect

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please), praise kink, breeding kink, very light choking, lowkey Soft Dom!Ethan Winters, possibly super light degradation but not really, overall pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms. Not proofread.

Notes: MY FIRST FIC BE NICE!!! Honestly, I can’t tell if this is bad or not 👀 This took me days to finish because I lost energy like half way through 😭 Sorry if it’s a little ooc, I tried to not do that but it might be 🫣 ANYWAYS, hope you like it 😁 if you have any comments JUST SAY THEM they will be appreciated 💕 hope you like, lovelies ☺️

3.6k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!Reader

You stand on the porch of a small townhouse. Feeling the cool air blow around you, you try to make yourself smaller in your coat. It was freezing outside, but gas was expensive so you walked. The sweet burn of prolonged cold nipped at your fingertips and exposed ankles. The distant cries of a young child getting louder, accompanied by heavy fevered footsteps. The door swings open and a man pokes his head out giving you a weak tired smile.

“Are you the babysitter?”

“Yes.”

That was 9 months ago, and you wouldn’t have even imagined that would have led to this.

***

“What?” Your eyes widened. ‘What did she just say?’

“I asked if you could give me a little sister. My friend has a little sister and she said that her daddy helped her mommy build her in her tummy.” Rose kept on coloring with her crayons as she talked, “Mommy’s not here, but daddy could help you,” She smiled at you then looked towards her father, “right daddy?” Ethan’s body visibly tenses at the question and he lets out an awkward laugh.

“I don’t think it works like that Rosie.”

“Why not?”

“Cause…” he swallows thickly, “cause it has to be a mommy and daddy, and she’s not a mommy.” Rose crosses her arms and puffs out her cheeks.

“That’s dumb!” She throws her crayons onto the paper and pouts.

“How ‘bout we go to bed, Rose.” You suggest.

“‘M not tired!”

“If you lay down now I’ll have time to read you that book you like, I’ll even do the funny voices.” Rose’s entire demeanor changes.

“Really? Like it when you do the fish, it’s silly.” She giggles.

“It is silly, now let’s go!” You grab Rose’s hand and lead her to her room to put her to bed. “Long ago, a young girl went with her mother to pick berries for her father who was hard at work…” You read to her making sure to do the voices extra dramatic, you always added in new voice lines to make it a little more entertaining and she loved it everytime.

***

“She’s asleep.” You walk into the kitchen finding Ethan pouring a glass of wine.

“She loves it when you read to her. Thought it was gonna be a lot harder to get her to bed since she missed her nap today.” Ethan huffed with amusement. “I can never get her down that easily, she always says I’m doing the voices wrong and that you do it better.”

“Does she really?” You walk up to the counter he’s standing by.

“Every time.” He laughs then holds his glass to you, “you want some?”

“Maybe a glass, I don’t wanna stumble home.”

“I’ve told you that I could pay for your gas to and from here, it’s not that big of an expense and it’s getting cold out.” That was Ethan, always worried about everyone else even when it inconvenienced him.

“No,” you just shake your head, “I don’t mind it. Plus, I get more steps in.”

“If your legs get cut off from frostbite you won’t get any steps in.” He starts pouring you a glass, he had already taken one out for you before you even came into the room.

“God, Ethan!” Your eyes widened and you laughed, “you’re so morbid!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” he slides you your glass, “and if you can’t babysit anymore I don’t think Rose will ever sleep again.” You take a sip of your drink and slosh the wine around your glass.

“Guess I’ll have to start searching for wheelchair ramps then!”

“Okay, smarty pants.” Ethan rolls his eyes.

“Or you could get her that sister, bet a new baby in the house will tire her out.” You nudge his shoulder and giggle. Ethan’s body tightens up next to you.

“Oh I… yeah that could work.” He laughs nervously and looks away as a light blush dusts his cheeks. “I’m sorry for that by the way, she… Rose has been asking for a sister since I started socializing her at that parent support group place.” You notice his embarrassment and lean in.

“Oh don’t worry, Ethan. She’s just a kid, she didn’t know what she was saying. Bet though if you bring it up in like ten years she’ll be totally embarrassed!” Ethan lets out a soft laugh but is still visibly tense.

“Yeah, probably…” he chews his lip and sucks in a breath.

“You ever thought about it?”

“W-what?” He seemed to just about jump out of his skin.

“Have you ever thought about having another kid?” You give him an amused look.

“Oh. Uh… sometimes.” Color fills his cheeks and he looks away. It was a lie. He thought about it constantly. All Ethan wanted was more kids. He just understood how much he already struggled raising Rosemary alone, and didn’t want her or another kid to suffer from his irresponsibility. 

“What did you think I meant?” You giggled and leaned in a little further, now starting to enter his space. Maybe it was the wine that emboldened you, or maybe that was just your excuse.

“I uh…” he huffed out a laugh, “I thought you meant kids with you specifically.” Immediately after saying that he realized what had just left his mouth. Wine always seemed to make him unable to shut up.

“Oh.” Your face heated up not expecting him to be so straightforward. “Well, have you?” You ask in a quieter voice.

“No! I…” he exhales and looks over at you, you guys just look at each other in silence for what feels like forever. “Yes.” His voice was so quiet if you hadn’t been laser focused on him you would’ve missed it.

“Really?” You whispered back. You didn’t sound angry or even surprised, just hopeful. He nodded.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yes.” You answered immediately, what did you have to hide now? He wanted it too.

“You have?” Ethan looks at you completely shocked. After the words left his mouth he expected you to yell at him, slap him even, for being a creep—rightfully so, in his opinion—and then quit on the spot, not agree.

“I have.” You bite your lip and look into your glass, heat starts climbing to your face. The fact that you had thought about that… Ethan could feel his cock start to kick at his thighs.

“And what are we gonna do about that?” His voice came out a lot shakier than he intended. Sounding more like he was genuinely curious rather than confident and flirty like he intended. It didn’t matter though, hearing those words come from him made your breath hitch.

“Well…” you bite your lip thinking for a minute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ Grabbing his shirt you pull him closer and press your lips to his. It wasn’t really a hot passionate kiss, more just a ‘I really hope you don’t fire me’ kiss, well at least it wasn’t at first. Ethan’s body relaxes after a few seconds, his hands come to your waist to pull you against him. The tip of his tongue peeking from between his lips to lick a hot stripe across your bottom lip. Suddenly you’re jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter and parting your thighs so he can slot himself between them. You let your hands wander behind his back and grab at his shirt as his start to rub at your sides. One of them runs up your body to press against your neck. Your body straightens and you break the kiss with a pant.

“You like that?” He pulls back a little further so he can look from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips. Swallowing thickly as you try to respond to his words, yet nothing seems to come out. “Hmm?” He squeezes your throat lightly and you whine. Slick pools into the gusset of your panties. You try and push your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs, only leaving you wanting and squirmy as your knees push against the sides of his hips. 

“Mmh, yeah you do.” He squeezes your neck again softly and you continue to unsuccessfully try to clench your thighs together searching for friction. Noticing this, he lets his other hand fall to your thigh so that he can pull you closer to him. Not quite close enough to feel him where you need it.

“I do, I like it.” You nod your head as you talk quietly, your eyes glazing over with want.

“Yeah?” The hand on your thigh climbs up to rest on where your thigh meets your hip and he lets his thumb run along the crotch seam of your pants. “Pretty girl.” He presses his thumb in and watches your face, seeing the way your eyelashes flutter and how your lips part slightly as you gasp. You look down to where his thumb rubs at your cunt. The fabric separating him from actually touching you providing a much needed friction on your clit.

“Ethan…” your voice nothing but a whiny whisper.

“Hmm? What sweetheart?” The hand on your throat coming up to your jaw, his thumb swiping across your lower lip making you shiver. “You want something?” He keeps eye contact and keeps rubbing his thumb around your lips. Letting his finger dip into your mouth slightly, going in and out, back and forth, slowly, never letting it move in far enough. He rubs your saliva across your lips on every hot drag out of your mouth. Your lip starts to quiver and you move your head forward a little, trying to take his thumb deeper into your mouth.

“Mmm, yes.” He bites his lip and breathes out heavily. You wrap your tongue around his thumb and start licking tentative stripes up his finger, getting more confident as his jaw slacks.

“Keep going,” he whispers, “just like that.” You let your lips close around his finger so you can start sucking around his thumb. “Oh, good girl. Doing so good for me.” His head tilts back a little before he catches himself so he can keep watching the way your lips move when you suck him in. You pull your lips off him with a pop and a string of spit connects his thumb to your lips.

“Ethan, I want more.” You take your arms from his body and put your hands on the counter, leaning back.

“You want more, what?” He raises his brows at you.

“I want more of you, want more touching.” You lean in, biting your wet lips and smiling softly.

“No.” He lets his hands move to sit over yours, pressing them softly into the counter as he leans in to you even further than you did him. “I was telling you to ask for more.” His voice is firm but gentle, and any doubt he had in the beginning was gone. It made you wet. You couldn’t help but squirm a little at what was happening, or the implication of what it could mean for later.

“Oh okay…” you swallow, “Ethan, I want more, please?” Your voice comes out whiny and shaky. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” He starts unbuttoning and unzipping your pants before helping you to stand. He stands back to watch you as you start pulling your jeans down. Ethan watches you bend forward, the way your hands slide down your legs. You're making sure to pull them off slowly and completely so you don’t look like an idiot struggling out of your pant legs. You push them to the side and look up at him as you stand. Finally really paying attention to him rather than what he’s doing. Seeing you look at him like that, he palms himself over his jeans. You stand all the way up and pull your shirt over your head. Tossing it aside before putting your hands behind your back. Biting your lip as you look from his face down to the hand that teases his cock through his pants.

“Turn around and bend over, baby.” He looks you up and down like you’re a toy and keeps touching himself.

“M’kay.” You turn around like he asks and bend yourself forward till you can feel the cold surface against your cheek.

“Good girl.” His hand roams up the back of one of your thighs all the way up to rub your lower back. You arch for him, picking your head up and putting your arm over each other in front of you. He breathes out heavily and steps forward pressing himself against your hip.

“Oh look at you. You wanna be touched don’t you, baby?” You nod your hand and bury your face in your arms. “Yeah you do.” Ethan leans in pressing his front to your back and hooks his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulls it back a little and lets it slap back against your skin softly with a smile. His hand moves down to cup your sex, the feeling making you whine. “You’re so wet. Did I do this, Hmm? You’re wet for me?” He whispers right against your neck and you nod enthusiastically.

“Yes, ‘m wet for you.” He starts carding his fingers through your slit over your underwear, soaking them even more.

“Mmm, which part? Was it when I squeezed that little throat, or maybe…” Ethan leans in further so you can feel his lips ghost over your neck, “or maybe it was when I said I fantasized about knocking you up?” You could feel your pussy gush into your panties as you moan at his words.

“Oh? Which one?” The smirk in his voice is audible.

“I… both.” Your breath is shaky and your face heats up at having to admit that.

“Both? Well I guess we’ll have to do both then. Won’t we, sweetheart?” Your lips push together hard and you press back against his hand, still sliding lazily against your slit. His hand moves up and he hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear again, but this time he starts pulling them down. Strings of slick connect you to your panties as he pulls them away.

“Look at you, so needy.” His fingers return to your slit and you arch back more. “Aww, you’re getting me all messy, baby. You know, I bet I could slip right into this needy little cunt without any preparation. You’d take it all wouldn’t you?” His fingers move to toy with your clit making you gasp.

“Mhm.” Your voice is muffled but he can still hear how whiny your tone is.

“But I’m not that mean, even though I know you’d like it. I’ll get you ready, baby, wanna hear that pretty voice while I fuck you with my fingers.” He moves his hand to line up one of his fingers and push it inside. “Oh god, so tight. Gonna stretch you out, baby.” He starts slowly dragging his finger in and out of your gummy walls. “You think you can take a little more?” Without even waiting to hear an answer he pushes another finger up into you.

“Etha-“ you whimper and bite your lip, moving backwards and forwards a little to meet his fingers when they push in. He flips his fingers over inside you and starts curling them against that spot inside you making you see stars.

“Pretty girl, you don’t know how many times I’ve thought about doing this. Bending you over the counter and filling you up while you whine and beg. Ask for it, baby. Ask me to fill you up.” He starts curling his fingers harder against your walls, pushing them against you the whole time he drags out. He stands up straight but keeps himself pressed against your hip.

“Please, Ethan. Fill me up, please.” Your voice is high and whiny. He throws his head back with a moan and starts rubbing himself against you.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah you sound so good like that. So so good.” Ethan’s voice is breathy and his other hand starts to toy with his belt, undoing it and pulling it through his belt loops to toss on the floor with a clatter. His fingers start to undo his jeans and he tries to pull them down quickly. “Shit.” He pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss of stimulation. “Be patient, baby.” You look back at him as he pulls his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. When you see his cock spring free you bite your lip and moan. Unable to look away from his leaking pink tip, your thighs clench together and your toes curl in your shoes. Ethan starts teasing the vein going up his length while he watches your face. Your mouth opens in a silent moan at the sight. “You like this, sweet girl? Seeing me touch myself while looking at you all bent over and desperate?”

“Yes, Ethan. Fuck, please, I need it.” You throw your head down onto your arms, unable to watch him any longer afraid you might cum just from seeing him.

“Of course.” He steps forward and starts rubbing his hard cock through your slit.

“Ethan, pl-“ you gasp and throw your head back when he suddenly pushes in about half way. He pulls back and pushes in slowly, going further with each stroke. Ethan’s hands grip the edge of the counter and his head falls forward. He stares intently where you two connect and lets out a quiet moan. The thought of his cock leaking pre-cum into your aching hole makes you clench around him.

“Shit. Oh fuck!” Ethan lets out a strained moan and his hand slides up your back and around your throat. The feeling of his hands on you makes you push back. He grins and squeezes the sides of your throat making you clench around him again. “Oh you do like that don’chu,” he leans forward so he’s pressed against your back and pushes all the way in, his tip touching your cervix, “gonna fill up this little hole while I squeeze your throat. You want that? Want me to cream your cunt while you get choked?” Your eyes roll back and you grind up against him at his words.

“Ethan, mmm please. Oh f…” your eyes start to water and your tongue goes limp in your mouth, “wanna be full.”

“Yeah oh, sweet girl.” He talks softly and starts fucking up into you again making sure to grind his tip right against your cervix. “I’m gonna fill you till it takes, baby.” You’re completely speechless, just moaning and whining completely at his mercy. He pulls you up against him and knocks your legs apart with his foot. His other hand coming up to slip a couple fingers passed your lips, which you immediately start sucking and licking on. “There you go, being such a good girl for me.” Ethan kisses the top of your head tenderly. You make a noise and he immediately takes his fingers out of your mouth to grip your face. “Hmm? What, sweetheart?”

“Wanna be a good girl. Jus’ for you.” The hand on your throat goes down so he can rub and toy with your clit. You moan and squirm against him at the stimulation. “You gonna cum, baby? Yeah, cum right on my cock, make a mess.” Your eyes roll back and fat tears roll down your cheeks to drop onto your chest.

“Ethan I-Ethan, mmm.” You start mumbling incoherently and he finally pushes you over. He slows his movements on you clit but keeps up his pace fucking you through your orgasm.

“Good girl, feel’ so good when you cum.” He pushes you back down on the table abruptly and puts his hands on your back keeping you there. “Take it.”

“Ethan, ‘m so sensitive, please.”

“I said take it.” You couldn’t help but just moan at the way he was talking to you. Ethan was always so sweet, you couldn’t have even imagined he could speak like that. “Oh you like that? You want me to get rough with you? Hmm?” He starts fucking into you harder, his tip bullying into your cervix. Your body just goes limp against the counter and he laughs softly. “Gonna cream this needy cunt. You want that? I know you do, baby, I can feel it.” One of his hands tangles up into your hair and pulls tentatively.

“Ethan.” You couldn’t say anything else, you couldn’t even think.

“Gonna knock you up, pretty girl. I’ll fuck you as much as it takes, till I get to see you all swollen with my child.” His voice starts getting shaky and high. He was watching the way your slick would string between you two everytime he pulled back. Suddenly his moans started to turn into whimpers and you could hear him suck air through his teeth. “Oh fuck…” Ethan throws his head back and pushes all the way into you, pressing his tip right against your cervix. Hot thick stripes of cum painted your walls. “There you go, good girl.” His head tilts back and he closes his eyes. He lets go of your hair and starts running his fingers along your back gently. All that could be heard was the heavy breaths that filled the air. He pulls out and you whine at the empty feeling. “You did so good.” He pulls you straight up against him and holds you. You can feel his cum start to drip and run down your thighs. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Feel good.” Your voice was quiet and weak.

“Yeah? I'm glad, pretty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses your shoulder softly.

“Mmh, m’kay.” You close your eyes and lay your head against him.

“Let’s go.” He picks you up and starts carrying you to the bathroom to clean you off. “Think you’re gonna have to come around more often with a little one on the way.”

***

You were so glad you took this job.

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[refiwrites]

"Just hold me" prompt with Ethan Winters, possibly with Ethan meeting a fem reader in the bakers house and she's having a panic attack and just needs to be held. Feel free to ignore

i couldn't possibly ignore this bc its my first request for ethan winters, so here it is!

ethan winters x fem! reader

wc: 1.0k

prompts: "just hold me."

warning/s: panic attack, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!

“I’m fucking done with this...” Ethan sighed out loud, after another creature falls at his feet. The smell of gunpowder lingering in the air as he opts to reload his gun.

Ethan looks at his surroundings before spotting a nearby shack across the river. He debated whether or not to go there with the threat of the monsters around him. He holds his gun tightly, making a last minute decision.

He’s going towards the shack. His tiredness took over his determination in getting out of this hell hole and he figured taking a few minutes rest inside it wouldn’t hurt.

Ethan carefully crosses a rickety bridge that almost threatened to break with every step he took. Thankfully it didn’t break as he made his way through.

Now Ethan holds his gun in his hand a little tighter as he approached the shack.

Breathing out, Ethan rounds it, trying to find the door, when he does, his first thought was just to barge in, just in case any enemies were in there.

But a deep inhale of breath coming from inside the shack stops his movement.

Ethan’s eyebrows knit together.

There was it again, this time the sounds were sobs, particularly from the sounds of it, Ethan figured it was a female.

As Ethan listened in, making sure it wasn’t some creature trying to mimic a hurt person, Ethan’s eyes also noticed the door being slightly ajar.

Holding his gun up to his chest with both hands, he slowly but surely pushes the door open with his shoulder, surprisingly, without sound.

His gun aimed out, looking inside the place.

However, what caught his attention most is that there was a woman sitting in the corner, her body was visibly shaking, taking in fast paced breaths.

Ethan could also notice that she looked like she wasn’t part of the place, nor the Baker family with her civilian clothing all torn apart as he could see some cuts on her arms and legs.

“Hey.” Ethan spoke up, but the woman continued to hug her knees, violently trembling as she was shaking her head.

He says it a little louder, no response.

Ethan decides on approaching her completely, slowly placing a hand on her shoulder.

“He-“

“No! No! Stop, please get away from me!”

She suddenly flinched. Ethan immediately retracts his hand, placing both hands in the air as a sign of surrender.

In her attempt to escape, she backs up more into the wall, which did nothing as she cried, trying to claw her way out of there.

Ethan could feel her emotions reach him, he gulped. “Hey- okay, I’m not here to hurt you- I’m not one of them!” Ethan said clearly for her to hear.

She looks at him, fear in her eyes, blurry vision due to her tears welling.

Staring at the man in front of you, your chest ached as your vision blurred as you tried to regain your breathing.

“I’m not one of them, I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise, look- all I want is to get out of this fucking place and I’m sure you do too.” The man continued to speak in front of you.

“I’m Ethan. Ethan Winters.” The man, or Ethan, said.

“I- I- I.” You stumble upon your words as the panic attack is completely taking over you with the things you’ve seen and the creatures you managed to escape, ending up in this shack as a last resort. You didn’t even think you’d still had a fighting chance.

Ethan finally thinks of something to help you calm down. “Okay, you’re okay.” He spoke with his voice calm, firm.

That’s when you felt his warm hand on your shoulder, no, not like the other family that lived in this house, their hands was cold, rotten, unhuman like even if their appearance was.

Your chest still heaved as you tried to regain your composure, your hair matted to your face as cold sweat covered you.

You stared at him, still whether unsure to trust him.

“Here.” Ethan said, taking the jacket off his shoulders before wrapping it around yours instead, the immediate warmth of it making you close your eyes.

Ethan watched, he wasn’t exactly skilled in comforting someone through a panic attack but he’s trying his best, even if it’s a complete stranger.

“T-thank you.” You stammered, trying to thank Ethan. He was definitely your highlight ever since finding yourself here.

Ethan, who had been sitting, watching you, smiled, but it quickly fades as he noticed you still trembling.

“You’re still shaking...” Ethan commented, you look up at him, your vision still hazy.

Ethan, makes a bold decision to do something, but it was only for the sake of helping you. He scoots from his sitting position to sit beside you. You were free to push him off though. “Come here...”

His voice sounded close now. You glance, finding him next to you with an arm extended. Ethan could see how you hesitated, but then started scooting up in his arms.

He carefully wraps an arm around you, letting you lean on him as you laid your head on his chest, where you could hear the faint thumping of his heartbeat.

The sound almost eases your trembling figure, letting you close your eyes, letting yourself focus on his heartbeat.

Ethan decided to aid in this as his hand slowly rubbed your shoulder to ease you.

As your panic attack dissipated, Ethan slowly began to retract his arm around you, but your movement made him stop as you spoke.

“Just hold me...”

As soon as the words rung in his ears, Ethan was taken-aback, but he answered through his actions. He kept holding you.

As soon as his arm relaxed around you, you mumble a silent ‘thank you’ as you breathed out in relief, glad that the panic attack had stopped and also thankful that there was someone in this place willing to do whatever it takes to survive and get out of here.

Maybe you really did have a fighting chance after all.

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Character AI - Ethan Winters

So I might have gone wild and made a couple of Ethan Winters bots. Let me know what you think and also if you have any requests or ideas for the underrated mold dilf or other RE characters.

Post RE:8 AU Molded! Ethan Winters x BSAA Agent! Reader

You have been tasked with monitoring Ethan Winters after the BSAA found out that he’s made up of the mutamycete, mold capable of creating deadly bioweapons.

The two of you are sat in the tiny apartment that Ethan is currently being housed in. He scowls as he slams the fridge door shut and for a moment you can see the black mold ooze from his hands before quickly dissipating back into Ethan’s skin. He glances up at you and glares before slumping on the couch.

Pre RE:7 AU with Systems Engineer! Ethan (Established Relationship)

You groan in frustration as you turn over in your bed for probably the umpteenth time tonight. The alarm clock on the bedside table reads 23:00, three hours past when your partner Ethan usually arrives home from work.

The only message you’ve gotten from him was one explaining that he’ll be home later than usual and that he can’t wait to see you again. Despite the reassurance, you can’t help but feel lonely as you stare at the empty space in the bed and curl up under the covers alone.

Post RE:7 AU With Ethan and Reader in Romania

You are cooking dinner in the kitchen of your new home in Romania. The smell of the dish you’re preparing wafts throughout the house and lures in your partner of one year, Ethan Winters.

He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your middle from behind and humming softly. You can feel his stubble scratch you a bit when he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"What are you making darling? It smells delicious."

RE:7 Ethan x Colleague! Reader

You offered to help your colleague Ethan after he received a mysterious email from his wife Mia who had disappeared 3 years prior. What was originally supposed to be a simple drive to Dulvey, Louisiana to pick her up has turned into a living nightmare with you two now left alone at the dining table of the Bakers estate. Tied and bound to the seats, bruised and bloodied after your confrontation with the Baker family, you two are going to have to figure out how to get out of here and fast…

RE:8 Ethan x Reader

Ethan trudges through the chaos and destruction of the overrun village. His head is kept on a swivel and he clutches his shotgun, mumbling a string of curses as he comes to terms with the dire situation he’s in… "Why does this keep happening to me?" He sighs and picks up the pace when he hears the monstrous roars of Lycans and other mutant monsters echo through the devastated village.

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[shnargo]

(un)lucky? | pigeonholed (pt.1)

pairings: ethan winters x cadou-ified!reader (more on that later lol) warnings: mild descriptions of violence & gore (it is RE8 after all) word count: 759 a/n: so i'm in the process of writing this and frankly have no idea how long this might end up because i decided to begin it on a whim. i have a general idea of following the canon plotline for this series, but i'm open to suggestions and ideas to add :)

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Its skull all but burst when he unloaded his last bullet into the lycan's head, splattering rotted brain bits and blackened blood all over his hoodie and tan jacket. Disgust sounded in his throat as he wiped as much of it off as he could. You’d think the horror show that was Dulvey, Louisiana was enough trauma for a lifetime, several lifetimes frankly, but the universe had other plans it seemed. So here he was, knee deep in snow, rubble, and miscellaneous gore in the middle of a forest somewhere in Eastern Europe. A shuffling noise sounded around the corner, and he tried not to voice his disdain as he pulled out his knife. Maybe he could get the upper hand on this one if he could sneak up behind it—

A bird. No, not like the crows that cawed at him incessantly when he was walking through the trees, it was a pigeon that was wrapped up in netting, laying pitifully on the floor. It looked like any sky rat he’d seen in the cities, with a checkered pattern on its wings and its dilated eyes. Somehow it hadn’t caught any adverse attention despite its flapping around in its attempt to escape from its netted demise. While it could have been a trap, he honestly just felt bad for it. It frankly looked like it hadn’t the slightest clue of what was going around it, or really of anything at all. He sighed. 

“Hey little guy, need some help?” He knelt over the bird, and it paused in its escape attempt as if acknowledging his voice. However, it soon went wobbling around till it flopped onto its backside. Humor tugged at his lips at how out of place the poor thing was, and he reached down and gently grabbed the net to not startle it. “I’m gonna cut you free, buddy. Try to keep still.” It almost seemed to listen, pausing again, but maybe it recognized the danger of a knife as he went about cutting the bird free. As soon as he pulled the knife away once he was finished, the pigeon jostled about, basically kicking the net off before giving it as much of a stink eye as a bird could before tilting its head at him in classic fashion. “There you are. You’d better be more careful next time, huh?” It cooed back in response, before turning around and walking off… straight into the door of a nearby building. He stared at it, stunned, and he couldn’t keep from barking out a laugh as the bird fell to the side in a daze. 

“What did I just say, bud?” Other than a light nudge of his hand, he did little to help the little guy back up as it came to its senses before flying off. He noticed a little falter in its flight pattern though, some of its feathers were clipped. He had his doubts that the bird would survive, but really he could say the same for himself. He entered the building the bird stumbled into and to his relief, found a generous heap of bullets. Maybe he’d be just fine for a little while longer, and who knows? Maybe he’d come across that silly little pigeon again elsewhere too. 

You could feel the heat fluttering in your chest as your wings just barely managed to allow you to find purchase on a sturdy enough branch. He was an outsider. Mother Miranda always warned you against straying too far, but your curiosity couldn’t be contained. So naturally, she clipped your wings. Luckily (or unluckily?) that resulted in your unfortunate entanglement with that despicable netting, but led to you meeting him. Him. His hands were warm, radiating heat as he helped you to freedom. Strangers weren’t nice, they weren’t supposed to be! So why did he go out of his way to help you? He could have left you for dead, well, to lay in the snow for a few more hours at least. But he helped you. He looked at you with nothing but mirth and kindness in those mesmerizing eyes of his... He even called you a friend, his buddy! That’s why you directed him towards extra supplies in the house, playing dumb so he wouldn’t catch on— but also because you lost your footing after laying about for so long. The wind whistled, sending a cold chill through your feathers, but you allowed it to lead you off the tree and lend some guidance towards the castle. There was a family meeting today, you were certain, and maybe you could help him just a little bit more. 

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Last Night on Earth Final Part

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

yo yo yoooo I have nothing to say other than this was a painful chapter to write hahahaha :) But thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and reblogged this fic, it means the world to me, and I can't wait to write the next installment!

ALSO the title of this fic was based on this song

Warnings/other info: none I can think of!

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

The hospital was so clean it almost made you uncomfortable. All you’ve known the past few years was the swamp and mold everywhere, so being somewhere this neat and tidy was… something you weren’t quite used to. You were used to you being this clean. When you first arrived, a couple lovely nurses took you away and scrubbed you raw, and then threw away your clothes. Not that it was much of a loss. They had been torn beyond repair, and were most likely covered in more contaminants than you could count. But, you were given a BSAA logo hoodie and some comfy sweatpants, so it was really a win in your book.

After they ran some EKG’s and a few other tests you couldn’t remember the name of, you were deemed healthy. Now, you were just waiting for the labs to come back with an explanation for your high regeneration. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of what the results might be. You knew you weren’t infected anymore, but the idea of the virus still lingering inside you, it wasn’t exactly a comforting thought. Especially when you knew so little of what it actually was.

Your leg bounced impatiently on the edge of the hospital bed, fingers fidgeting and a sigh leaving you for the umpteenth time. The doctors wouldn’t let you leave your room for whatever reason, and you were getting increasingly impatient. You had received no word about Zoe or Ethan, your only knowledge being that they were stable, and that was it. A voice in your head was telling you to just say ‘fuck it’ and go looking for them, anyway. But, you felt like you were on thin enough ice as it was.

When the door opened, you shot up off the bed and held your breath, hoping to see one of the two people you desperately wanted to see. But when Chris’s large frame came through the door, you sighed and collapsed back onto the bed.

He chuckled. “What? Not happy to see me?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “It’s not that. I’ve been waiting in this room for hours and they still won't let me leave.”

“Well, when the labs come back, I’m sure they’ll let you see your sister.”

You perked up at the mention of her. “Is she alright?”

He sat in the chair next to the bed and pulled it up so he was closer to you. “Yeah. Vitals are stable, she was given the vaccine and the virus seems to have cleared out of her system.”

You sighed in relief. “Good. Hopefully we can put this all behind us soon.”

Silence blanketed the room for a moment as you tried to find the courage to bring up what you wanted to ask next, but you found yourself swallowing down the lump in your throat and just coming out with it.

“Um… How’s Ethan? And Mia?”

Chris tensed, and while it was a small gesture, you still noticed it.

“Mia’s good. Same as your sister, she’s been given the vaccine and the infection cleared out. As for Ethan, he’s… okay. He’s healthy and awake, responding correctly. But, there’s a few things the doctors and I are concerned about.”

You moved to the edge of the bed. “What is it? He’s gonna be okay, right?”

“For the most part, yes. But I can’t tell you the rest. It’s classified.”

Your eyes narrowed. “‘Classified?’ You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m serious. Only the doctors, Mia, and I know—”

“Oh, Mia gets to know. The woman who was working for a terrorist organization. That Mia? Yeah, makes perfect sense.”

“She’s his wife. It’s a matter of safety.”

“Safety?! So- So, what you're telling me is that you, her, and a whole bunch of other people get to know, but the man whose safety you’re concerned about doesn’t?!”

“You don’t understand. And it’s none of your concern, either.”

“Bullshit! Ethan and I fought like hell together to get out of that hellhole, I have a right to know what’s going on with him.”

“You’re lucky I even told you we had concerns in the first place! Do you know how much shit I could get for disclosing any amount of information to you?”

“Oh, right. Wouldn’t want me getting you in trouble or anything with fucking Umbrella. Christ.”

The door squeaked open, and a blonde nurse popped her head in.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but if the noise continues, I’m going to have to ask you to step out, sir. You’re causing stress for the patient.”

You waved her off just as Chris went to speak.

“It’s okay. It won’t happen again, sorry.”

She gave you a tight-lipped smile and closed the door, and you sighed once she left, body deflating.

“Look, I don’t wanna fight with you. All I’ve done is fight for the past however fucking long and I’m tired of fighting.”

Chris almost looked guilty, not quite hanging his head, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes for a moment.

“I know. I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“S’not your fault. Fuckin’ red tape bullshit.”

He hummed in agreement, and the silence that followed made your mind spin in circles. What could possibly be wrong with Ethan? You knew it had something to do with the virus, but what exactly? Was it incurable? Was he too far along that any dose of the vaccine would kill him? You could feel your chest tighten with each anxiety ridden thought, and you were grateful when Chris suddenly cleared his throat to get your attention.

“I um, I have something for you.” He reached behind his back and pulled out a photo frame, the back of it facing you.

When you took it from him and flipped it over, your breath stuttered in your chest and your heart stirred. It was an older photo, your parents sitting on the couch while you and Lucas sat in between them and Zoe rested on your father’s lap. This was only a few months after they adopted you. Your mother insisted on getting an updated photo of the family, considering its newest addition. You had never experienced more love and compassion in your life than when you grew up with them, and the memory made your chest warm.

You finally realized you were crying when a tear hit the glass, and you quickly sniffled and wiped at your eyes. “Shit. I’m sorry. I…” Looking up at Chris, you smiled. “Thank you for this.”

"It's the least I could do."

He stood from his seat, making for his departure from your room, when you stood up as well and grabbed his arm.

"Hey." He turned towards you. "Thank you for what you did for me, letting me go after Lucas. I won't forget it."

Chris scoffed, the sound bordering on a chuckle. "Not like you gave me much of a choice."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess I didn't."

Before he could leave, one of the Doctors stepped into the room, adjusting the glasses atop his bumped nose.

"Up on your feet, I see. You feeling better?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "I've been up on my feet and ready to get out of this place hours ago. You guys sure took your time."

"Lots of tests to run. I'm sure you can understand."

With a shrug of your shoulders, you sat down on the bed again. "So? What's the diagnosis?"

"Well," he cleared his throat, flipping through your chart. "Your vitals are functioning normally, but we did find something interesting, of course."

"Regarding my, like, ridiculously fast healing?"

“Yes. Let's put it this way." He set the chart on the bed. “Your infection was more advanced than we originally thought. When you died, it sent the virus into overdrive and started your heart back up, as well as healed any previous injuries you had. You were about to reach the final stages of infection when you got the vaccine, which is why it didn’t kill you, but it didn’t get rid of all of the mold infected cells in your body. “

“So… I’m not gonna end up like my parents, right?”

“No. The vaccine and the antibodies are preventing that. And while you still have residual traces of the E-Series inside of you, you won’t have to worry about being controlled like your family either.”

You slowly let the information sink in, and you found that even with a medical explanation for all this nonsense, it still didn’t make sense.

“What about Zoe? She was as exposed to the mold as I was.”

“It’s completely out of her system. We believe that your death caused an excess of mold infected cells to form to revive you. You were lucky to get the vaccine when you did, or else you would’ve been completely infected.”

You forgot Chris was in the room until he suddenly spoke up.

“So they’re okay? No risk of suddenly growing an extra limb or something, right?”

The doctor chuckled and shook his head. “Not likely, no. Just make sure to get your annual vaccination and you should be fine. But, please remember that you’re not invincible. A shot to the head will still kill you, super soldier.”

You gave a mock salute with your two fingers. “You got it, Doc.”

He was halfway out the door when he turned his head back towards you. “Oh, and you’re free to visit your sister and friend if you would like.”

Your eyes lit up, practically jumping off the bed. When you looked back at Chris to make sure it was okay, he just gave you a nod with a small smile. With a wide grin, you practically burst out of the room and almost knocked down a nurse or two whilst you were rushing to your sister’s room. It took less than a minute to find her room, and while you had been waiting hours to see her, you couldn’t help but stand there, clenching your fists anxiously as you swayed back and forth on your feet. But it only lasted for a moment, and soon you were opening the door and locking eyes with Zoe.

“Holy shit,” she breathed.

You smiled. “Nice to see you, too.”

She laughed and stood from the bed, and you met her open arms with a tight hug. Your eyes squeezed shut, holding her like you haven’t seen her in years. It certainly felt that way. Just hours ago, you thought she was going to die from Evie’s weird, mind power bullshit, and now she was here, standing and talking and smiling. She was okay.

 When your eyes started to sting, you pulled away before you could start crying like a baby in front of your little sister. When you got a good look at her, your eyes widened.

“Oh wow, your hair!”

She looked away with a shy grin.

“Yeah, a little parting gift from Evie,” she said, running her hand through her short, white hair.

You stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest, lips pursing as you examined her.

“I don’t know. I think it suits you.”

She scoffed. “Oh. shut up.”

“I’m serious!”

Your laughter bounced off of each other’s, and fuck, it felt so good to feel this again. To just be vulnerable and laugh and not have to worry about how you’re going to survive the next day. If only your parents were there to experience this with you.

You gestured to the bed, and you both sat down.

“So,” you began,“where do we go after this?”

She sighed, as if the weight of the question physically affected her. “I don’t even know how to begin to think about that. Been so focussed on survivin’ all this shit, I…” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “As long as we stick together, I don’t care where we go. Hell, we can move to fuckin’ California if you wanted to.”

You grimaced. “Eugh. I’ll pass, thanks.”

She pinched your arm and you punched her leg, falling into a fit of giggles when the door opened. You groaned, irritated that your time with your sister was being interrupted, and turned to whatever sorry soul that walked in.

“Can’t you hear we’re busy—”

The words died in your throat when your eyes locked on a pair of brown ones staring right back at you, and the air in your lungs vanished with a shuddered breath.

“Ethan.”

He let out a heavy breath, shifting on his feet as he took you in.

“Hey.”

Standing from the bed, you approached Ethan with slow, calm steps, despite everything in your body screaming at you to barrel into his arms and cling to him like he was a buoy in a vast ocean. You barely recognized him without the dirt and grime on his face. He looked good, slight stubble on his face and a scar on his nose.

You always dug guys with scars.

Raising your fist, you connected it with Ethan’s shoulder.

“‘Hey?’ I’ve been worried sick about you and all you have to say to me is ‘Hey’?”

Ethan chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. “You want me to ask you how your day’s going?”

You muttered for him to shut up before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you, wrapping him in a tight hug that he immediately reciprocated. He squeezed you against his front, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, and you closed your eyes as the warmth of his embrace enveloped you. As far as you were concerned, you never wanted to forget what this felt like. How his arms perfectly fit around you, how his front felt pressed up against yours.

Too bad it couldn’t last longer.

Zoe cleared her throat behind you. “I hope I’m not interrupting your quality time in my room.”

You chuckled and pulled away from him, but the warm hand Ethan kept on your back sent tingles shooting down your spine.

“Zoe. You’re looking well,” he said.

Your sister shrugged. “All thanks to you both.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t do anything. You had to endure our brother’s annoying ramblings when he kidnapped you and Mia.”

She let out a dry laugh, idly playing with a frayed corner of the blanket and suddenly avoiding your gaze.

“Lucas… is he…?”

“Dead. For good this time. I’ll save you all the gory details.”

You could almost feel the relief coming off of Ethan when you confirmed your brother’s death, his lungs releasing a deep sigh. Zoe almost looked disappointed, and if you were honest, you empathize with her. Lucas was barely pleasant even before Eveline came alone, but he was still your brother. Still your family. Even if he was a fucking psychopath.

Ethan cleared his throat, catching yours and Zoe’s attention.

“Uh, do you mind if I steal you for a second?”

You looked to Zoe, and she nodded, giving you the okay. When you relayed the same gesture to Ethan, he gave your sister a quick smile and led you out of her room, softly closing the door behind him. The quiet of the hallway suddenly felt overwhelming, because now you were left with every little thought and feeling you had about Ethan and his stupid, handsome face and every damn emotion felt like it was ready to come spilling out of you at any second.

Ethan Winters, you bastard.

You leaned against the wall opposite your sister’s room, sunlight spilling in through the window behind you. As soon as you looked at the man in front of you, your heart jumped into your throat and it was suddenly hard to breathe.

Fuck this. You hate this. 

“So—”

You held up your hand. “Don’t—! I… Just give me a second because if you start talking, everything you say is gonna go through one ear and right out the other because the only thing on my mind right now is certainly not appropriate for our current setting.”

His eyes widened, surprised by your boldness, but then the asshole smirked and you immediately wanted to slap it off of his face.

“Uh-huh… Interesting.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

He barked out a laugh, the sound echoing off the white walls of the facility, and you hated how much you liked it.

“Ethan, I swear to christ—”

You watched as he closed the distance in just a few strides, fingers tracing over your jaw before cupping your face and fitting his lips against yours. You sighed through your nose and brought your hands to his chest, sliding them up until they rested at the base of his neck. It wasn’t a deep or intense kiss, but it was more than enough to have you weak in the knees and craving something more.

He pulled away much too soon for your liking and placed his hand on top of one of your own, giving it a squeeze. His gentle smile sent your heart aflutter, and you almost felt embarrassed of how smitten you probably looked. Like some dumb, lovesick teenager.

“You scared the hell out of me, you know. Going after your brother like that. I knew you would be okay, because somehow you always are, but…”

You gently pushed against his chest to create some distance between you and gestured to yourself. “Hey, look at me. I’m right as rain.”

If the rain had some weird mutation.

Ethan’s lips formed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and you could still see some leftover doubt in his expression.

“Hey.” You took his hand again. “You just snogged me in the hallway of a hospital. I’m more okay than I’ve ever been.”

He laughed and pulled you forward, kissing your forehead.

“I’ll make sure to kiss you in hospitals more often if that’s what you’re into.”

Eyes widening, you quickly pulled away and searched his face. You knew it was just a silly joke, but the way he said it made it sound like there was a future between you two. Like he would be around to kiss you and hold you whenever you wanted. But you knew that couldn’t happen. Because you barely had the rest of your life figured out and he had a fucking wife. A wife he went through absolute hell to find, and one you garnered zero sympathy for. Would he really waste all that effort he went through to be with you?

No. That’s next level delusional, and you were nothing if not a realist.

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked, realizing you hadn’t spoken for a moment, and cleared your throat as you shook your head. “Nothing. Um… how’s Mia?” Her name tasted bitter on your tongue, but you swallowed down your disdain and tried not to show it on your face.

“Oh, uh, she’s good. Doctors checked her out and she’s ready to go home.”

The smile on your face was forced, and it made your cheeks hurt. “That’s good! I’m glad she’s okay.”

Nothing was said between you for a moment, and you crossed your arms uncomfortably over your chest, suddenly felt dirty thinking about the kiss you shared with Ethan only moments ago. No, you didn’t like Mia. But even still, a part of you felt awful for even thinking about him like that, let alone acting on those feelings.

No shit. It’s her husband, for fuck’s sake.

You sighed. “Ethan, I—”

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Your head turned in the direction of the voice, smiling when you saw your Uncle Joe coming down the hallway towards you. All stressful thoughts were momentarily abandoned as you met him in the middle and leaned into his open arms, his tight hug practically crushing your ribs whilst he lifted you onto your tippy toes.

“Jesus, kid, how long’s it been?”

It gradually became harder to breathe in his embrace, and you took in a deep breath when he finally let you go. Joe’s always been tough, but somewhere in the years you haven’t seen him, you must’ve forgotten just how tough.

“Too long. I’m really glad you’re here.” Turning black to Ethan, you grabbed his hand and brought him forward to stand next to you. “This is Ethan. He helped us.”

He held out his hand, and Joe clapped his own palm against his before giving it a firm shake. You watched Ethan’s face as he winced, and couldn’t help but suppress a chuckle.

“Thank you, son. I really appreciate what you did for my family.”

Ethan gestured his head towards you. “If anything, they helped me. I would’ve been screwed if I hadn’t run into them.”

“Yeah. Tough sonuvabitch, ain’t they?” Joe chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes, but chose to accept the compliment anyway. After everything, you deserved a little praise. But then your mind returned to the previous conversation you were having with Ethan, and your lips turned downwards. 

“Hey, Unc, um… Could you give Ethan and I just a minute?”

Joe looked between you for a moment, lips disappearing under his beard as he gave you a small grin.

“Sure thing, kid. I’ll go visit with your sister.”

You said your thanks as he walked away and then sighed. Ethan’s expression was one of concern when he turned back to you, and you wished he wouldn’t look at you like that. You didn’t want to have this conversation, but this might be the last time you see him. The thought made your heart crumble.

But, the truth was… well, it was certainly a bitter pill to swallow. Something between you two couldn’t happen. As much as you wanted it to. He had obligations, a wife, a life far away from you that never had you in it to begin with. It was by dumb, stupid fucking chance that Ethan ended up in your life at all, and maybe under different circumstances, things could’ve worked out. But not now. Not like this.

“Everything okay?”

Ethan’s voice brought you back to earth, and you gave him a tight lipped smile.

“As okay as I can be.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, and when he took a step towards you, you took one back.

Fuck, this hurts.

“Hey—”

“Ethan, I—” you sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “I’ve never met anyone in my life like you, you know. I probably never will. So… When you go back to whatever life you had before you were roped into this fucked up mess, I want you to remember me. ‘Cus I will certainly remember you.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… fuck.”

When he moved towards you again, you didn’t try to escape him, keeping your arms tightly wrapped around yourself. He muttered your name, and the sound of it softly tumbling from his lips was almost your breaking point. You swallow thickly, struggling to meet his eyes.

“I have lost so many people that I cared about. And I’ve learned to deal with it and move on because that’s what I have to do. But then… then you just fucking crash into my life and make me care about you. And I have to go through the same shit all over again.”

It hurt, pouring yourself out at his feet like this. But you had to get it out, because if you didn’t, it was just going to build and build and build until you couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. But, you wondered if suppressing it would’ve hurt less than just spewing out all your feelings.

He shook his head. “What? You’re not losing me.”

“What do you think this is, Ethan? That you’re gonna leave your wife, never go back to California, and run away with me while I try to figure my life out? That you’re gonna be patient with me through the nightmares and the pain?”

“We haven’t even talked about this! You’re acting like everything is gonna go a certain way when you don’t know that.”

“It can’t be any other way!”

Your voice echoed down the hallway, and you cleared your throat to try and regain some sense of control over your emotions.

“You have obligations, and I’m not gonna be the one holding you back from them.”

Turning to walk away felt more painful than when your brother smashed your head open, and you clenched your jaw tightly as you willed yourself not to cry. But, the telltale burning of your eyes proved you to be unsuccessful.

“What if it was my choice?”

You stopped in your tracks, turning your head.

“What?”

He started walking. “What if it’s my choice? To leave. To be with you. What if that’s what I want?”

Every word that came out of his mouth was like shrapnel to your heart. You wanted that life. You wanted it so fucking bad it hurt.

So why couldn’t you have it?

Because this was reality. A fucked up, shitty reality. And you couldn’t have everything you wanted.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” He gripped your arm, turning you to face him. “I’m serious. I’m serious about you, about how I feel. I know you feel the same.”

God you did. More than he knew. You think you liked him too much if you were being honest. Which is why it hurt all the more when you swallowed down every confession you wanted to throw at him, and said something completely different instead.

“Go to Mia. She needs you.”

“Do you still love your wife?”

That seemed to stop him in his tracks, because he was suddenly speechless as he opened his mouth and tried to search for the right words. Ones that wouldn’t hurt you. His silence did enough of a job of it, though.

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his racing heart beneath it.

The words were painful to say, and you wished you could take them back. Because god, the look on Ethan’s face when you said them might’ve been one of the most painful things you’ve ever seen. 

When you went to pull your hand away, Ethan captured it faster than you could blink and yanked you into his chest, crashing his mouth down onto yours. You inhaled sharply, his hands cradling your face with a gentleness that contrasted with the roughness of his lips. His thumbs on your cheeks caught your rogue tears. It felt like he was breathing you in, committing you to memory with each bruising kiss that sent your brain spiraling and your heart into overdrive. 

You clutched his shirt tightly in your hands, and when he finally pulled away with a gasp, you didn’t want to let go. Because this was it. This was probably going to be the last time you’d ever see him again, and the fact was absolutely crushing. Like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and smashed on the ground.

“Hey.” You gazed up at him, watching as he searched his pockets before grabbing a pen that he probably nabbed from a doctor.

“Turning to a life of crime already?” you joked.

He smiled, and damn if it didn’t make your heart stutter. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, clicking the pen before dragging the ball point across the back of your hand. His number.

“Ethan—”

“You said to remember you. I don’t want my only memories of you to be of us fighting for our lives. We’ll keep in touch, I promise.”

With a sad smile, you nodded, despite the doubt you felt in the pit of your stomach. It was better than nothing, and it was all you could ask for. With one last hug, you willed your feet to begin moving in the opposite direction, and it took everything in you not to turn around and give him one last glance. Because if you did, you’d run right back into his arms again, and you couldn’t do that to him. Couldn’t do that to you.

Shit. You didn’t think it would hurt this much. Thank god you were turned away from him, because you couldn’t stop the tears from rushing down your face. Your footsteps sped up into a light jog until you made it back to your room, shutting the door behind you as calmly as you could before the facade broke. Your back pressed against the door, and you choked on a sob whilst you slid down to the floor, hugging your knees to your chest.

For the longest time, you thought growing close to anyone would be impossible. After the constant abuse you suffered in foster homes, and the loss of your friends in the field, you closed yourself off, only letting your family see a little behind the stone walls you took so long to build. And you were comfortable that way. Despite it being a lonely life, you never gave anyone the opportunity to hurt you ever again.

And then Ethan Winters came and smashed your walls down with a fucking wrecking ball.

You couldn’t describe it, but there was something about him that was just so inviting. Captivating. Maybe it was his kind eyes, or the way he spoke to you with assuredness and respect. Maybe it was something entirely different.

You wouldn’t call it love. You’ve known him for all of two days. But… it was certainly longing. A deep ache to fill the lonely void you’ve lived with for so long. Maybe it wasn’t even real. Maybe you’re just so desperate for companionship that you latched onto Ethan like a last resort.

But if that was the case, then why did it hurt so fucking much?

You gasped when there was suddenly a knock on the door, scrambling to your feet and furiously wiping at your eyes. It didn’t matter, the red rings around your eyes were a dead giveaway.

“Just a second.”

You cursed yourself in your head for how your voice trembled, clenching your fists so hard you formed small crescent shapes in your palms.

“Everything okay?”

Chris. It was just Chris.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you hesitantly put your hand on the doorknob and slowly opened the door. He smiled when he saw you, but it immediately dropped when he got a good look at your face.

Like you said, a dead giveaway.

“What’s wrong? Something happen with your sister?”

You shook your head, opening the door wider so he could enter the room. “No, nothing like that. Just some other stuff. I… don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Chris nodded, respecting your boundaries, which you were more than grateful for.

“Alright. I wanted to discuss some things with you, if that’s okay.” He gestured to the bed, and you sat down, him taking his place next to you. “I finished up my report on the mission and the BSAA just got back to me. They were impressed with your performance.”

You smiled, trying to mask the aching of your heart as you pointed both thumbs towards yourself.

“Super soldier, remember?”

He chuckled, and the sound comforted you in a small way.

“What would you think about joining up?”

Your brows shot up. “I’m sorry, you wanna recruit me?”

“You’re good on the field, can handle yourself in a fight. You’re a decent sniper too, right? You were a bit reckless on the mission, but your fast healing made up for it. If you were to join, though, you’d have to make sure not to pull stunts like that again.”

“You say that like I’m considering it.”

“Are you?”

You paused, looking down at your feet that dangled a few inches from the floor. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about joining the fight again. It was all you knew, and you were damn good at it. You just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Of course, what other options were there? Live a boring, normal life, working a nine to five? It sounded like hell. But, you had to think about Zoe first. Because wherever she went, you went, too. Ultimately, you were leaving the decision up to her.

“Let me talk to Zoe first?”

“You should do it.”

You practically jumped off the bed at the sound of her voice, snapping your head in her direction to see her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

“When the hell did you get here?”

She shrugged. “Few minutes ago. I heard enough of your conversation, though.”

She came forward, sitting on the other side of you and effectively sandwiching you between her and Chris.

“You should join. I know it’s what you want. And I can take care of myself while you’re off killin’ god knows what.”

You faced your body towards her. “You’re not worried?”

She scoffed. “Please. You took shrapnel to your leg, fought like hell the past three years to get us out, and you’re still here. Alive. If anything, I’m worried about the sorry bastards that are unlucky enough to come toe to toe with you.”

You smiled at your sister’s praise, glad she believed in you more than you believe in yourself.

“It won’t just be people I’ll be fightin’, Zo. The BSAA deals with bioweapons. As in the shit we were facing those said three years.”

She shrugged. “So? Means you got experience, then. Like I said, unlucky, sorry bastards.”

Shaking your head, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into your side. “Alright, shithead.” You pinched her arm, and she pulled away to smack your leg.

With a chuckle, you turned back to Chris, and noticed him watching you with expecting eyes. You sighed, and like that, your decision was made.

“Where do I sign?”

The pack on your shoulder weighed heavy, causing you to slump on one side as you lightly kicked the suitcase at your feet. You had woken up at the ass crack of dawn to get to the airport on time, and after a warm shower and the excessively long cab drive, you were still an hour early.

3 weeks later

Where the fuck is he?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you quickly fished it out to see a text from your sister.

You quickly typed up a response, fingers flying over the keyboard.

-6:15 Zoe:

Get there safe?

You smiled at that, glad she was feeling at home. You both had bought a small, two bedroom apartment somewhere just outside of New Orleans, and it was nice enough. Of course, when you brought up the idea of leaving Louisiana, Zoe shut that idea down with a firm “Hell no,” which was exactly what you were expecting. After all that’s happened, this place was still home to you, and you weren’t planning on leaving.

-6:15 You:

Yeah. Way too early for this shit.

-6:16 Zoe:

You’ll live. Apartment is looking nice.

After the shitshow ended, the BSAA and other government officials grilled you and your sister for information, and you told them everything you could remember. No, you weren’t happy with so many persons of authority sticking their noses up your ass, but you didn’t have any other choice. Afterwards, they made you sign some documents swearing on your life and liberty that you wouldn’t reveal any information about Eveline or anything else that happened to you, and you did so with mild irritation.

-6:17 You:

I expect it to be fully furnished and painted when I get back.

-6:18 Zoe:

You gonna send me the money?

-6:18 You:

Government pays well for you to keep your mouth shut.

At least you were safe. That’s all that mattered now.

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a text from Chris.

You rolled your eyes.

-6:20 Sir Punch-a-lot:

ETA 5 minutes.

With a laugh, you pocketed your phone and idly rocked on your heels as you waited for Chris to shop up. Seconds had barely passed before you grew fidgety and pulled out your phone again, mindlessly scrolling through apps. It had been years since you had a phone, and you barely knew how to function. You found yourself using it a lot these days. It was a good distraction from all the racing thoughts in your head.

-6:20 You:

You’re texting me, not the president. Stop being so formal.

-6:21 Sir Punch-a-lot:

It’s convenient. Less words to type.

-6:21 You:

Maybe you should try using a gif next time. Even faster.

-6:21 Sir Punch-a-lot:

Gif?

-6:22 You:

Oh dear god.

You didn’t know why, but your thumb mindlessly pressed on the contacts icon, and you read the three names you had in there.

Zoe

Chris

…

Ethan.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you pressed on his name and the options to call or text came up. It had been weeks since you last saw him, and despite him saying that you’d keep in touch, you haven't tried to call him once since then. There’d been many times when you considered it, holding your phone close to your face late at night, the UV light burning your eyes as you read his name and number over and over again. But, you always talked yourself out of it.

What if he moved on? What if he didn’t really want to hear from you, and he said all those things just to be nice? What if… What if Mia was making him happier than you could’ve ever hoped to make him?

You breathed out a sigh, clutching your phone tightly in your hand. You were about to travel to the headquarters of the American branch of the BSAA so you could be briefed, and you had no idea when you’d have another free moment to call him. Now was a better time than ever.

Anxiety crawled down your throat as you pressed the call button next to Ethan’s number, and with a shaky hand, you held the phone to your ear.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring—

"We're sorry The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Goodbye.”

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

[rc-imagines]

RQs open!

Pretty new here, I do run a different fic blog, but I decided to make one specifically for Resident Evil! 

Will probably make a post about what I will write and what I won’t write at some point, but for now the inbox is open and I’m ready to go!

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[thewritersaddictions]

House Winters: Ethan Winters- In The Shadows

Pairing: Ethan Winters

Pov: Ethan Winters

Warnings: Depression, FAKE Character Death, RIP, not being dead after all. not a part of the OG storyline. Ethan talking to himself.

Summary: Ethan doesn't know what to do when he see his daughter visiting his fake grave. Hiding in the shadows seeing how much she's grown up.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.1k

Resident Evil 8 Master List // House Winterses Master List

It was surprising, to say the least when I woke up to the rumble surrounding me. Closing me in, the last thing that I remembered was giving my baby to Chris. Walking back into the fiery pit of doom. I was so tired of all of the shit that we had all gone through. The start at the Baker’s house and training, the moving, and the birth of our baby. Everything was happening at a pace where I simply couldn’t manage to understand what was happening around me. 

When I woke I was being carried by the BSAA. I wondered about my wife and my daughter. My thoughts ran toward what that little girl said. Eveline had said that I was already dead, a dead man walking and talking since the incident that happened in the Baker house. Said that Jack baker had killed me, so if that was true then how was I alive and still alive now? Thoughts and questions had no answers, I just hoped and wished that Mia and Rose were safe. 

I was taken by the BSAA agents and tested for the next 15 long years. I didn’t see the outside or the sun for a long time after that. They tested me for all sorts of things. I heard many times over again “How are you alive?” “What do you remember about your time in the valley?” until it changed one day. 

I was done being tested. Rather, I had been told that I was being turned into a soldier for their use. “You’re a soldier, Winters. Here to help and support the BSAA, and only the BSAA.” Some higher said as he was whisked away and given a new set of clothes. Blues that had the BSAA written all over it. 

I had not heard of them before I was taken in from the rumble, I had heard the small tight-knit talking that Chris had when we trained. I heard that the BSAA was fucking with everything. That they had built massive armies of the undead or projects that they considered great use. 

And for 15 years I work my ass off in support of the BSAA. Any outbreaks were flown there to seek out any living creature behind. We weren’t the normal army, or military; we were simply there to collect and get the hell out. 

But my mind always drifted off to my past life. To my wife, and daughter. Had Chris taken care of them like I asked, had Rose grown up normally, without the infectious life of her past coming to haunt her. In my free time, even the little free time I had, I searched for my daughter and wife. 

I searched for any sign or anything that could lead me to them. Did they think I was dead? Probably whatever else would give them the idea I wasn’t. So I could start there, looking up my name simply online. In every county in every country. Ethan Winters died on February 10th, 2021. Some fifteen years had passed. But there were only so many people that could have died on the 10th in 2021. I searched and searched. Trying and finding somewhat of a location. A cemetery, is the only connection I might have to find my daughter and wife. 

After years of working for the BSAA, the rules had changed the higher-ups had changed. I was given more time to explore around me, so I took my chance. I left with nothing and traveled by bus to find my grave. I wondered if someone was upkeeping my grave. I wondered if my wife came and visited, or even my daughter. If so I’d find out soon enough. 

The bus ride was long and bumpy, but before I knew it I was getting off the city bus and walking up towards my grave. Half-dead flowers sat at the bottom of my grave, and an empty casket sat deep in the ground. Someone was coming here, coming here enough to bring flowers and that was enough for me to think for my thoughts to wander, soon enough I heard another bus coming up. I ran, I don’t know why I ran but I hide behind trees, and other headstones. I watched as only one girl, had mid-teens blonde hair. A jacket that brought so many memories back to the forefront of my head. 

I watched the girl walk up to my grave. “Hey dad, sorry I’m late but I brought flowers for you.” I stood still, my mouth left open in shock as the girl’s words repeat in my head. My kid, my daughter was safe. She was fine, she had gotten out. My jacket, she wore it. She was so pretty, she looked like her mother in a way. “I wished you were still around dad. Chris always says you were such a great person. Always put yourself out on the line for others.” Rose said as she sat down in front of the grave. Her legs crossed over each other. 

I stared at her from over the ridge of bushes and trees. She talked for what seemed like hours, telling me all about her time in school, and how her mother was doing. I felt the biggest wave of relief as I realized that both of them had survived. Then in just a moment of time, another huge wave washed over me. Sadness washed over me as I realized that I had not gotten to watch my daughter grow up. 

The time I was allowed to get was now. Happening right now as she talked to what she thought was me about all of her most recent life. That was short lived though, because I watched as a dark suv drove up. She rolled me eyes. “See this is what I was talking about dad, Chris’s always got his goons following me everywhere I go. I love you daddy.” She said before kissing the top of the gravestone and walking down the hill. 

I continued to watch, aware that if I let myself be known now things might even get worse and not just for me, but for Rose as well. I watched as she stood next to a tall man, “We’ve got a mission for you eveline.” I grimanced at the name Eveline, that’s what had started this life of shit I had been dealt. That my whole family had been dealt. “Watch it big guy, there’s shit you and Chris don’t even know I can do.” Rose said pushing the older guy up into the side of the SUV. I laughed, I truly laughed. She was just like me angry and hot headed to the core to protect herself. 

The last thing I heard before the SUV drove “You’re just like your father you know that.”

Posted on: 02/27/23

Completed on: 01/22/23

House Winterses-

#ethan winters #ethan winters imagine #ethan winters oneshot #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #re8 #re village #self talk #rosemary winters #tw death

[thefanficmonster]

Merman!Ethan and Mermaid!Mia stuffs pwease? 🥺

Some details about them:

- Ethan is a harp seal, and has spots on his arms and body. Having webbed hands and sharp claws.

- Mia is a Bull shark, having gill-like marks on the sides of her body, has very sharp teeth also- like Ethan, she has webbed hands and sharp claws.

Omg Hii! I've missed you so much how have you been? Thank you for another awesome request and I'm really sorry for the wait but I hope you still enjoy reading this short one-shot inspired by your request 💕

Just a legend

Ethan Winters x Mia Winters [Resident Evil Biohazard]

Warnings: Mentions of shipwrecks and death, Swearing

Genre: AU (See request above), Enemies to lovers/Rivals to lovers, Romance

A legend has been circling around the overshadowed world of illegal sailor-sellers in Texas and Louisiana for years now. The tale told to scare new crew on board and keep their caution peaked. A tale to tell children too eager to stray deeper in the sea than their parents would allow them to.

But alas, no one has lived to debunk it. Maybe that is precisely why it's seen as less of a legend every time a ship departs from the pier and never returns. Of course, belief is up to each listener of the folk tale so I'll allow you, dear reader, to establish your own.

Once upon a time, the sea belonged to its original creator, or creators, depending on your beliefs. It belonged to the God or Gods that took the time to create it, filling it with life of all nature, ranging from all different kinds of plants and fish to creatures far more sinister and vile. Those captains of ships and the crew aboard dare not even mention.

Important thing to remember is that 'evil' is used fairly deliberately here. Evil strikes when evil sees an opportunity, not a reason. That's something that's often omitted from the tale: the fact that these creatures, although with the most lethal and intricate of ways, wouldn't cause shipwrecks for no reason. Their form of 'evil' is the most misunderstood there is. It is not evil to banish evil you see. It is, however, evil to have no remorse for the innocent who've suffered among those who deserved it.

But for creatures of their rank, Mia and Ethan could not be blamed for lacking that specific thought process. That sense of empathy and sympathy that is what ended up binding them together in the end, regardless of their attempts to fight it. They're half human after all.

I must apologize, I've gotten too far ahead, allow me to backtrack and introduce you to our two lackluster deep-see vigilantes.

Ethan is a far gentler soul than any pirate would deem possible for a merman to posses. They wouldn't be far off the mark when taken into consideration the ego Ethan developed in order to protect that soul of his. An ego that needed no feeding due to it's already tremendous size but alas, if someone felt like contributing, he was most definitely not opposed to it. He thrived knowing he was feared and respected amongst the creatures of the sea, like sent by Neptune himself to rule over those useless inferior specimens.

But his reign was not met passively by Mia. She not only refused to add fuel to the fire that was his raging selfishness and arrogance, but she was also efficiently aiming to destroy it, bring herself to the top of the leader chain along the way. Imagine the head-butting that brought upon them, take a moment to take into consideration all the innocent fish, ships and people that suffered as a result of the wrath they had against one another. It was a wide known conflict, a battle between the two to finally deem one of them the superior leader and protector of the sea from the evil pirates.

With rivalry so intense, one would assume that when one of the two was snatched by the hooks thrown in the water by those exact pirates, the other would be relieved. However, relief was the last thing Mia felt when she witnessed her arch nemesis getting dragged away at an alarming speed, giving her limited time to react in his rescue. She didn’t allow herself the time to wonder where the need to save Ethan came from with a time window so narrow, thinly separating the merman from inevitable death. He’d been convinced he was as good as a goner, never in his wildest dreams expecting for the mermaid to stand up for him the way she did.

 Her alluring song toyed with the equipage, aligning the ship for a head-first collision with some of the tallest and sharpest underwater boulders, tearing its flooring to shreds seconds before Ethan could be completely whisked out of the water as a prized trophy for the monsters.

Freeing him from the hook, Mia quickly escorted the injured and bleeding merman out of the reach of any other potential threats these people could throw their way. He was still in a state of deep shock, the feeling almost completely numbing the pain of his wound. The blood trail in the water quickly dissipated the farther away they swim, allowing their trace to be lost completely in no time. Allowing for her to take him to her lair with the certainty that his hazy mind wouldn’t pick up on the directions. She cannot be blamed for her caution, just because she saved him doesn’t mean she would expect the same from him. Quite the opposite actually. But that still didn’t stop her from tending to his injury just in time to preserve the most blood possible even with the immense amount he’d already lost. The perks of being a creature with a physique superior to the one of a simple human, perhaps.

What even mermaids aren’t protected from, however superior their supernaturalness may be, is how human their minds are and how easily confused they can be.

Which is precisely why, while still overridden by shock, the first thing Ethan said to Mia after the stabilization of his health state was: “Thank you, but why?”

All she could really do was shrug and chuckle. Mostly cause the answer was as much of a mystery to her as it was to him, “Who will pester me if you aren’t around?”

That is the story of how the union of the two most powerful mermen in the sea was formed and how it’s come to terrify any and every captain brave enough to thrust their ship into the waters of their territory. If their intentions are less than pure than they shall expect nothing more than an unpleasant wreckage no one will ever be able to confirm happened let alone find the culprits.

What culprits anyway? They are just a legend, aren’t they? ;)

#resident evil #resident evil biohazard #resident evil ethan winters #resident evil mia #mia winters #mia winters x ethan winters #ethan winters x mia winters #ethan winters #ethan winters imagine #ethan x mia #re ethan winters #mia x ethan #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re 8 #re villa #resident evil au #alternate universe #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #video games #video game fanfic #video game #video game headcananos #video game headcanons #request #imagine

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

attempt to return to normalcy

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #seriously speaking i cant imagine ethan surviving re8 and then getting another IT job 😭 #bro got moved to europe and lived there in paranoia for 3 years before his paranoia got proved RIGHT #ethan can be a stay at home dad and go to therapy 😭 #i also think if ethan survived re8 he would be a bit of a helicopter parent #i think he would be so terrified to leave rose #he carries the baby monitor with him everywhere :(

[mementomarygold]

if we're going with the theory that heisenberg is the one who put out and marked the ammo boxes with the yellow paint (we are) based on the fact that said paint is the same paint used for the signs heisenberg put up to taunt ethan

exhibit a: crate

exhibit b: the 'this way papa' sign

Then we can ALSO assume that he is the little bastard rodent who hid all of the shit in the fancy pots around the castle when alcina wasn't looking

#pls imagine him just scurrying around like a weird hobo squirrel #gotta protec the husband #re8 #resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #wintersberg #heisenwinters

[anasanthology]

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WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ MDNI (I don’t care who reads just if your account age is set to under 18 don’t interact please) oral fixation, solo male masturbation, soft dom!Ethan Winters, porn with little plot, pretty tame, fem-specific gendered terms and anatomy. Not proofread.

Notes: I haven’t been here in forever… 🫣 sorry guys! Didn’t mean to abandon this account I just had a lot that’s been going on since I started it! I hope you guys like this fic 😁 enjoy lovelies!!! 💕

2.1k words | Ethan Winters x AFAB!reader

‘Yes!’

He grinned when he saw the notification on his phone and went to sit at his desk. He turned his computer on and looked up the account.

Ethan was never the kind of guy that was too into porn. That was until one day he came across a girl online, CameraShy070408. There was just something about her that left him wanting like he had never wanted before. (He also enjoyed how ironic her name was). She didn’t really have many followers, but he kinda liked that in a weird parasocial way. It was like she was his. He often tried to block out the fact that other men could see her like he did… Maybe he was weirdly parasocial with this girl.

After a while he started checking her account every night, which left him feeling a little desperate and pervy, especially when she hadn’t posted. He ended up just biting the bullet and turning notifications on. I mean, it wasn’t like he followed a million porn accounts. Really, hers was the only one he followed and the rest was engineering and game stuff. So he decided to take the plunge and prayed that no one would be looking at his phone when he got a notification. Ethan felt a lot better about himself now that he wasn’t actively checking this account every night. (Even though he’d still scroll through his notification board once or twice just to be sure he didn’t miss it, but that he was able to rationalize).

Luckily, tonight she had posted. The video preview was her holding a pink dildo in front of her palm. The caption read, “Feeling really sick ;( but I heard orgasms improve the immune system :).” Ethan moved his hand to sit on his upper thigh in anticipation. It wasn’t until he clicked on it that he realized there was a problem.

His mouth fell open and he just blinked at the screen, hitting the spacebar to pause the video.

No way.

No fucking way.

He sat completely rigid just staring at his computer, his hand sitting tensed up on his thigh. No way it was you. His face was lit up from his computer. A slight pounding in the back of his head from sitting in front of a computer screen all day at work, something he was used to now. It couldn’t be. The image of a woman’s hips displayed on his screen, paused mid-turn to show her right side. A long fine line tattoo stretching from her lower waist down to her mid thigh. The same tattoo he saw peeking out of the top of your skirt when you stretched earlier. He just couldn’t believe it was you. His sweet, quiet, friendly coworker…

You were the girl he had been watching?

Ethan bit his lip and just blinked up at the screen. His dick was already hardening from just seeing your handle pop up on his phone like some kind of deviant Pavlovian response. His hand started slowly moving up to his crotch. ‘This is wrong.’ His hand got closer… ‘I should click off.’ And closer… ‘She wouldn’t want me to see this.’ His mind was screaming at him to close out of the page but every cell in his body just wanted him to keep going. He wouldn’t admit it—not even to himself—but knowing that this girl he watched was you… it made it even better. Of course he was attracted to you, but that wasn’t completely it. Ethan got to see a part of you that no one else knew about. Whether it was the people at work or the people on twitter, he knew something they didn’t and it was exhilarating. Now it was really like you were his. He started to undo his buckle causing his face to heat up at the predicament he was leaving himself in. He knew how guilty he would feel after, how guilty he would feel going into work, how guilty he would feel every time you smiled at him, but he couldn’t stop. No. He could, he just didn’t want to. The aroused part of his brain just wanted to get off, and get off to you. At this point, even if it mattered to him how wrong it was it didn't matter as much as fisting his cock to a video of you. ‘It was your choice. You made the video for people to see. It’s not like he’s watching something you didn’t want anyone to look at.’ He tried to rationalize it but it didn’t make it feel any less wrong… and a part of him liked that. There was something so taboo about this situation that he couldn’t help but love.

‘I won’t treat her any different. As long as it stays in my head, who cares?.’ 

Now that made sense to him. It’s okay as long as he doesn’t let it affect his or your work relationship. That thought gave him the go ahead he needed to let himself fall completely into pleasure seeking. He slipped his underwear down just enough to pull himself out. A soft hiss could be heard as he grabbed his cock and looked back up to the computer screen. Your pretty curves still illuminated his face and reflected on his eyes. He unpaused the video and slumped back in his chair. He let it all but consume him.

Now he was committed.

You finished turning and leaned forward to display your wet pussy to the camera. He started pumping himself and swiping his thumb over his rosy leaking tip as he watched you. The image of your finger gliding over your hole would be something he could never forget. He closed his eyes and groaned as he forced himself to just rub at his tip like your fingers swiped up and down your cunt. If there was any doubt in his mind that this was you, it was completely gone now. He recognized your red and black nails—which he complimented—that you came into work with the other day. The nail polish was patchy from how you’d bite it off as you worked at your desk. He could still remember seeing you try to shake off a wet plastic rhinestone that had gotten stuck on your finger after you had accidentally bit it off. God… you had this horrible habit of putting everything in your mouth. You would be listening to him speak about something and be sucking and licking on your favorite pen cap. Looking right at him as your cute pink tongue slipped between your lips, it always drove him insane. He opened his eyes back up only to see your fingers rubbing your clit and covered in slick.

“Oh fuck.” A soft whine fell from his lips. He felt overstimulated from the way he was touching himself, but he always preferred doing it like he was touching the girls he would watch. His eyes scanned over your body and he couldn’t help but want more from you. He wished you’d show your face on camera so that he could see you put your wet fingers in your mouth. The thought made his eyes roll back for a second because he knew that that was something you would most certainly do. All the times you’d bite and chew on your fingers mindlessly as you worked, reading reports and documentation on your screen… Why would he think you’d do anything different? Shit. Now he was imagining you at work. All he could think of was you touching yourself at your desk. He knew he should stop now but the floodgates have opened and he just can’t go back. His cock ached at the thought of seeing you bent over your desk with your skirt hiked up to your waist. Fingers fucking your pussy as you sucked and licked on that click pen you have while you just stare at him. On his computer screen you grabbed your pink dildo and started running it along your slick to cover it in wetness. He brought his hand up to spit on it before rubbing it along the underside of his cock. After a second you started slipping it in slowly, pulling it back and re-angling it to try and get it inside you easier. It was hot seeing you struggle to stuff your tight little cunt. The video didn’t have sound but he imagined your sweet desperate whines. He thought about your pretty voice just begging to have something inside you, begging him. 

‘Ethan, please. Please just need your cock inside me. Wan’ it so bad.’

 You finally slipped it inside and started pumping it in and out while you used your other hand to rub your clit. 

‘Thank you, Ethan. Thank you, thank you thankyou…’

He started fisting his cock in rhythm with the dildo you were using. He pretended the ‘shlick schlick’ noises coming from his hand were coming from you touching yourself. His mind went back to you bent over your desk as he watched your video. Thinking about you fingering yourself and begging for his cock while he refused to give it to you. In his mind, you could be a whiny needy girl who loved it when he told you no and teased you. His spit bubbled and mixed with the pre-cum streaming from his tip as he sped up his pace when he saw that’s what you did. He just threw his head back and closed his eyes. 

“Good girl… yeah, take it.” He whispered into the near silent room. His thoughts were everywhere, putting you in different positions, different situations. The only common denominator was you, he wanted you. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl. Mhm, do it. Fuck yourself on it.” He gritted his teeth and winced as he felt the cum inside his cock. He wanted to finish inside you. He thought about holding you down on your desk as he pushed roughly into you while you just laid there crying and begging for him.

‘Mmph, Ethan, ‘s too much. Please-‘

That pushed him over the edge. The thought of your needy body trying to fuck back on him while you begged him to stop. The thought of you not knowing what you really wanted cause you were so far gone. He kept pumping himself and soon white stripes painted his fingers. “Oh, oh f-fuck. Mmph!” His other hand instinctively went to cover his face and he just kept stroking till his cock was spent. He just sat in his chair for a bit breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and paused your video. The room was completely silent. ‘What did I just do?’ He bit his lip and sighed. ‘What is wrong with me?’

Bzzt bzzt

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out (with his non-cum covered hand). He read the name and took a deep breath. This had to be some kind of cruel joke. He accepted the call.

“Hey, it’s late… is something wrong?” You could hear how tired his voice sounded on the call.

“Oh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry, Ethan.” Your voice was quiet and it sounded like you were struggling to talk a little.

“Um… yes, but I’m glad you did. I came home and took a nap on the couch and if I would’ve stayed like that all night my whole body would be aching tomorrow.” Liar. He laughed softly as he spoke, trying to ease his slight paranoia at you knowing what he was doing.

“Well, I’m still sorry. Uh-I was just calling to tell you I won’t be at work tomorrow. I’m sick. Now that I think about it this probably could’ve just been said in an email or text… I’m not thinking very straight right now, I apologize.” He couldn’t keep his mind off how whiny you sounded and he could feel himself getting hard again. ‘Stop, stop, stop!’ He felt like he was gonna cry.

“It’s okay, I hope you feel better. Stay home as long as you have to and don’t worry about work, I’ll take care of it.” His voice was soft and understanding.

“Oh thank you, Ethan. You’re the best.” You smiled a little. He really was always so caring whenever you got sick or something came up. “Well I’m gonna get off here and sleep off my fever. Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight.” He gave you a faint smile even though you couldn’t see it. He set his phone face down once you hung up and sighed. He looked down at his hardened cock and he just closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘Why?’ He stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up as he cursed himself.

How would he face you at work?

#anasanthology #anyas world #anya’s world #fanfic #ethan winters fanfic #ethan winters re7 #ethan winters imagine #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters #re7 fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #re8 ethan winters

[prettycoolducks]

Fav father daughter duo ✨️❄️

#art #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 #resident evil village #i think they should've done a face reveal for Ethan in the dlc btw #i know we already know what his face looks like but i feel like story wise it would've made sense for him to be able to show his face #in the mold dimension. like. he's already dead. his things over #he has sparkle powers now he's not fucked up anymore #kind of #anyway #ethan winters #rose winters #the dlc felt a bit short but like. its a dlc. so is to be expected #i wish we got more rose content tho. i hope we do get more rose content #im excited for whatever comes next either way though #i like that they let rose be a little gross and scary like her dad. they're both sooo stupid too <3 #i also LOVE that Ethan has sparkle powers in the afterlife.or well. mold. memory. whatever #I'm just imagining all the lords in the mold being like. damn well i guess this isn't so bad. then miranda shows up #and heisenburg is like fuck! and then Ethan shows up and everyone is like fuck!! #like what do they do? kill eachother again? they're already dead #i guess miranda like. killed all the other lords kinda and used them to make the evil duke?? unless i completely misread her notes #I'm gonna go check. then I'm gonna stop typing whole paragraphs in the tags. see ya #art of duck

[maccaronimassacre]

More Ethan Bots

Seeing how my Molded!Ethan bot is the my most used one by a landslide I decided to make another one. Its more open and free to play around with compared to the other one which follows a specific scenario. I also made a CEO! Ethan Winters bot which I'm not gonna lie its purely self indulgent.

Molded Monster!Ethan x Reader

A creature that somewhat resembles a man stands in front of you. His skin is covered in black mold that’s branching it’s way from under his clothes, but you can see his blonde hair and red eyes peaking from underneath. His claws click against each other and you notice the strange mushrooms and fungi that’s surround him. He look down at you curiously, his eyes narrowing and his lip curls up into a snarl revealing his sharp teeth.

CEO!Ethan x Employee!Reader

You have recently started working at a prestigious tech company in LA and you are currently working late finishing some paperwork. It seems that the only people left in the building is you and your boss Ethan Winters. The two of you occasionally lock eyes and he grins at you while adjusting the watch on his wrist that dazzles under the office lights.

#ethan winters x reader #ethan winters #ethan winters x y/n #ethan winters imagine #ethan winters x you #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re7 #re8

[almondcroissantsandink]

the best husband to ever step foot in dulvey, louisiana 

(details under the cut)

#ethan winters #re7 #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #ethan winters fanart #resident evil fanart #art #digital art #artists on tumblr #ALSO...i looked up where he was from and wikipedia says LOS ANGELES?? #I THOUGHT HE WAS FROM TEXAS #I GAVE HIM A WESTERN BELT #remember that was a joke because everyone was shocked?? #also the drive from LA to louisiana is SO MUCH LONGER versus from Texas #i imagine at least?? #anyway #i love my boy and haven't drawn him since 2021 #i missed him sm #my special boy

[2dmenenthusiast]

Last Night on Earth Pt.5

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

part 5 babeyyyy. Lemme know what y'all think!

Also quick note, I did change Ming's name to Lee because I thought the name fit her better.

Warnings/other info: description of injury, minor character death

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

There was a strong ringing in your ears, the voices of your fellow comrades muffled, as well as the firing of ammunition that was deadly close to you.

“Baker! Baker!!”

You shook your head to get rid of the noise, and glanced at Harding. Concern filled his eyes, and you gestured to him that you were okay.

“Baker! Harding! What’s your guy's position?!”

Lee’s voice crackled from your radio, and you ducked back into cover to respond.

“We’re pinned down. You got an opening out there?”

“I could carve a path to you, provide help.”

Harding spoke into his radio. “Negative, Lee! You’ll get yourself killed!”

“And you guys will die without my help!”

You groaned, peeking out of cover again and immediately moving back when bullets came flying your way. Fuck, you were completely screwed in this position. Harding was already injured, having taken a bullet in the shoulder, and there were way too many enemies for just the two of you to handle.

Harding put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “You go get Lee. I’ll radio for bravo to come help.”

You immediately shook your head. “We don’t even know if they’re alive! They haven’t made contact with us since we landed.”

“We have to do something!”

He huffed, reaching out and clasping your hand in his. He held it so tight it almost hurt, the look in his eyes intense. You knew. Everything in you denied it, but you knew.

“Neither of us are gonna make it if we’re stuck here. Go. I’ve got your back.”

With a determined nod, you gave Harding’s hand one last squeeze, and ran out of cover as soon as he started shooting. Your boots skidded against the dirt with each sharp corner you took, bullets following your path and your heart jumping into your throat. When you finally made it behind sufficient cover, you made sure to stay down the rest of your way to Lee, only ducking out when you were certain you could get a shot out unharmed.

“Lee!”

Her short, black hair whipped at her face when she turned to look at you, clearly relieved to see your face. You crouched down beside her.

“Alright, from this position, I think we can take out most of them and get Harding out of there—”

The sound of an explosion cut you off, and you glanced out of cover to see the field you were previously in engulfed in flames.

No…

“Harding—!”

Something zipped past, followed by squelching, and Lee’s body fell to the ground, her face torn up from the bullet that went through it.

Everything around you went silent. Your brain tuned out the gunfire, the shouting. The only thing you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heart, pounding in your ears. Reaching forward, your hand found Lee’s vest, subconsciously feeling for a pulse. You didn’t even see the grenade someone had thrown just beyond your cover, the stone wall exploding to pieces. Your body went rolling, and a large piece of stone slammed down on your thigh. You screamed, from the physical pain, or from losing your friends, you didn’t know. Maybe it was a combination of both. The only thing you knew was that you couldn’t move. And the last thing you saw was a member of bravo before darkness overtook your vision, all the noise fading out into nothing.

***

“Fuck, I think some of that thing’s vomit got on my clothes,” you said, grimacing as you tried to wipe it off your sleeve.

“Well don’t touch it.”

“Thank you, I was gonna eat it next.”

Ethan sighed, clearly not amused by your sarcasm. You gave him a grin and took note of the bags under his eyes. He was tired. You both were, in more ways than one. You keep telling yourself that it’s almost over, and you want to believe that. But there’s a part of you that can’t fathom it, can’t rationalize it. Maybe it’s the fact that Zoe’s trapped somewhere you don’t know that’s making you feel a little hopeless. You have no idea if Lucas plans on killing her or not. He’s so fucking unpredictable, all you can do is pray to anything and everything that he spares her.

Your gaze remains on the man next to you, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. You know he doesn’t. He’s as determined as when he first got here. After everything you’ve both been through, there hasn’t been an ounce of doubt he’s verbalized or expressed, no talk of regret or hopelessness. You were strong, sure, but Ethan was so much stronger.

You repeated the code you found on a corpse in your head over and over again so that you didn’t forget it, saying it out loud as you entered it into the keypad. The light above it turned green, and you turned to Ethan with a thumbs up.

Finally, something somewhat favorable happened to you.

But, as soon as you went to push on the door, you were blessed (cursed) with your brother’s beautiful (grating) voice again.

“Yo, this is a test of skill. So no cheatin’. That shit you’re carrying— get rid of it.”

You pressed your lips together and raised your gun, letting out a shaky breath.

“What if I just—”

“Don’t.” Ethan pushed your arm down, giving you a disapproving look. “Let’s just do what he says.”

Letting out a dramatic groan, you stripped yourself of your weapons and gear and threw them into a storage container, Ethan doing the same.

“I literally cannot wait to murder that slimy asshole.”

Ethan sighed. “I know.”

The door squeaked open as you entered the room, and the lights immediately shut off, leaving you in pitch black darkness. The only source of light came from a singular lit candle in the hand of a clown statue, which didn’t at all give you the heebie-jeebies. You made a disgusted sound when Ethan took the candle.

“Not fond of clowns either?”

“Um, I’m not fond of anything that puts on ridiculous makeup and harasses me with a horn while trying to make me balloon animals.”

“You got another example?”

“Yeah, my first foster father.”

He scoffed and moved further into the dark space, trying to illuminate his way with the limited light the small candle provided. You tried to watch out for any traps, but, you know, it’s a little difficult when you can’t fucking see anything. Ethan stepped through the threshold of the next room, and you heard a weird sound and the candle went out.

You thought he was done for at first, only catching a bit of relief when the lights came on and you saw he was okay. Just a bit wet.

…He’s wearing a white shirt too—

Focus.

You stepped in behind him, getting sprayed as well— must be motion censored— and spotted the crudely made cake sitting on the table a few feet away

Definitely a real cake. For sure.

“Alright, whadya say we play a little game?” Lucas spoke. “All you gotta do is light the candle and put it on the cake.”

“Kiss my ass!”

“Ethan, language! You don’t wanna hurt my baby sibling’s ears, do ya?”

You rolled your eyes. “Get fucked.”

“Hey! There are children in the building— somewhere— I think. I’m not sure anymore.”

Your brother laughed, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. Hopefully you’ll get a few minutes of peace without hearing from him. Walking over to the “cake,” you inspected the chicken scratch written on the card haphazardly stuck in the icing.

Happy Fucking Birthday. Got a light?

Yeah, when I shove it up your ass—

“Hey, I got something over here.”

You turned to Ethan who stood by the stove, cautiously testing out the knob to see if it’d turn on. You were almost ninety-nine percent sure it’d explode the second it started clicking too long, but you were pleasantly surprised when the burner produced a small flame. Ethan quickly relit the candle.

“Alright, let’s… try to solve this thing, I guess.”

Resisting the urge to make another sarcastic and pessimistic comment, you followed his lead, keeping an eye out for anything useful. You remembered a weird combination lock in the other room, as well as a—

“Hey, there was a turning key attached to that barrel in there. Maybe we could use it to turn on the clow—”

“If you even think about bringing that demonic thing to life, I will turn you over to the first monster we meet if we make it out of here alive.”

“Okay, one: ouch. Two: we will make it out of here alive.”

You wanted to laugh. He was like one of those motivational posters you’d hang over your desk at some grueling day job. He wasn’t annoying about it either. No overly enthusiastic “You got this!” or “You can do it!” No, you think you’d end up killing him before the creatures got to him if that was the case.

Looking around, you could tell Lucas had a lot planned out for you. There were so many different pieces and parts scattered about, like some sick little puzzle he wanted you to put together that ultimately led to your death. You hated to admit it, but he was clever. Far more than you probably understood. He was also, however, a complete fucking idiot. You knew this kid back when he was getting shoved into lockers and his homework stolen. You’d like to think you knew him well enough to get around whatever riddles he wanted you to solve.

“Hey, there’s a piece of rope over here. I can try burning it, maybe?”

You shrugged, figuring it was worth a try. He held the flame up to the rope and watched it burn away slowly, giving you a satisfied grin afterwards.

“You also could’ve just untied it.”

His smile dropped. “It’s… a complicated knot, alright?”

You hummed and opened the door, eyes wideninging when almost a hundred grey balloons came into sight.

Gotta give him credit, your brother is certainly dedicated. Fuck popping all of them if that’s what he expected you to do.

Ethan tried the door off to the side and groaned when he couldn’t open it. “Dammit. Another fucking locked door.”

His frustration was slowly building to match yours, and you gently pushed him aside to get a closer look at the lock. It was a simple letter combination lock, probably not that hard to break. Too bad you didn’t have a couple bobby pins with you. Spending all that time in neglectful foster homes gave you some good practice on getting in and out of locked rooms.

The letters currently spelled out “HAPPY”, and if you knew anything about Lucas, which you’d like to think you did, he probably made the combination something moronic and insulting. His typical fashion.

Flicking through the different letters, you were happy to discover that not every letter of the alphabet was on each dial, making cracking it a little bit easier.

“You’re gonna solve it? What if it’s trapped or something?” Ethan asked.

“Then we die in a horrible, fiery explosion.”

You could practically hear him roll his eyes.

“Fine. How do you know you’re gonna figure it out then?”

You huffed through your nose, slowly turning each dial until you found the letter you wanted. “Well, my brother may be an evil genius sometimes—”

L

“But he’s also incredibly predictable.”

O

“And while he loves to make everything overly complicated, he lets his immature brain get the better of him.”

S

“He carved it into my fuckin’ bedroom door when we were younger.”

E

“How are you so sure?” Ethan asked.

You turned your head to look at him, lips turning up into a small grin. “I’m not. So this better make me look cool.”

R

LOSER

The lock clicked open, and you stood to your full height and faced the man behind you, your expression most definitely smug. You were glad to say he looked genuinely impressed, brows raised into his hairline as he looked at the solved combination.

“Not bad.” He walked past you, brushing against your arm. “Although, I would’ve still thought you were cool, even if you got it wrong.”

“Mm. I don’t think my ego would allow me to believe that.”

  Spotting a water valve handle on top of a couple crates, you eagerly snatched it up, glad that you and Ethan didn’t get seriously injured going through the entire rigamarole of Lucas’s game. He would definitely be disappointed. The thought made you laugh.

Ethan stayed on the other side of the threshold while you went under it, getting sprayed with ice cold water again. Because of course it had to be freezing. You stuck the valve in the pipe and gave it a few good turns, metal rubbing against metal and squeaking loudly. You turned it until you finally met resistance, and signaled Ethan to come through. Taking a cautious step forward, he waited for the water to come and let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t.

Great, one step closer to getting out of here.

The lights suddenly shut off, and a version of Happy Birthday started playing. Ethan hesitantly placed the candle on the cake, and you immediately had a bad feeling.

“Hey, what’s that ticking sound—?”

The explosion knocked you both off your feet, and you frantically reached out to try and touch Ethan, making sure he was all right.

“Motherfucker!” Lucas raged. “You’re supposed to die!”

A bundle of TNT attached to a timer fell through the ceiling, and you and Ethan both looked at each other with the same expression.

Shit, shit, shit!

You practically fell over when you raced to pick it up, pointing towards the loose board in the wall.

“There! Pull that out and I can get rid of this thing!”

He quickly did as you said, fingers gripping the board and pulling and as hard as he could. You looked down at the timer.

Fifteen seconds.

“Today, Ethan!”

“It’s almost there!”

Ten

Nine

Eight

The wood creaked and groaned as it finally came off the wall, Ethan shouting for you to throw it. You shoved the bomb through the small space and immediately backed up, gripping the man’s arm and pulling him with you.

“Oh, shi—”

You stepped in front of him and pushed him down to the floor, shielding him with your body as the wall exploded into bits. His arms came up and wrapped around your head, pulling your face down into his neck. Some debris slammed into your back, but nothing pierced you, thank god. You could hear the crackling of flames burning up the wood, and you wondered if it was even remotely safe behind you.

“Are you alright?”

You lifted your head, Ethan’s hands falling down to your waist. You had one arm resting underneath his skull so he didn’t slam it into the ground when you shoved him down, and the other pushed against the floor next to his head so you could lift yourself up a bit.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What about you? Did I hurt you at all?”

Ethan shook his head, thumbs unknowingly rubbing over your sides. “N-No. No, I’m fine. Thank you…”

A quiet laugh escaped you. “Come on, you think I’d let you die after all this? You’re just startin’ to grow on me, Winters.”

His face split into a grin, and you’d be lying if the sight didn’t make your heart speed up a bit. However, the moment was cut short when the speaker came to life again, and Lucas’s heavy breathing came through.

“That was s’posed to be for you, god damn it!”

Ethan pointed behind you. “Hey, look.”

You craned your head back and quickly noticed the once hidden doorway in the wall, hurrying off of Ethan and helping him get back up on his feet. You did your best to try to not breathe in too much of the smoke, holding your breath as you both hurried through the fire. There was a secret room a few feet beyond, desks with monitors piled on them and a single chair. No doubt Lucas’s base of operations. You could imagine him sitting there with a bowl of popcorn, laughing until his stomach hurt whilst he tortured you and Ethan.

The sick bastard.

The image on the screen in front of you made you stop in your tracks, and you rushed forward, hands slamming on top of the desk and your face a little too close to the monitor.

Zoe. She’s okay!

“Zoe! Oh thank god. Are you both okay?”

Both of them sat with their hands tied to the wall. The picture was heavily pixelated, so you couldn’t make out the state of either of them, but from what you could tell, Mia didn’t look too great. Her head was slumped forward, like she was passed out or dead. You hoped for the former.

“We’re alright.” God she sounded exhausted. “We’re just beyond the pier outside that room. Hurry!”

“We’re coming, Zo! We’re gonna get you both out of there.”

You couldn’t hear what your sister said next when the picture began to distort, their image being replaced by your brother’s.

“Well now, hello to you both!”

Ethan came up behind you, hunching over you to look at the screen. “The fuck do you want?!”

“You… Dead.” Lucas laughed, and your jaw clenched so hard your teeth began to grind together. “Guess that’s not in the cards. Not yet.”

“Yeah, lucky us. Look, unless you have any more surprises up your sleeve, I suggest you—”

Lucas scoffed and shook his head. “Now that would be tellin’, Ethan. And I don’t do spoilers.”

“I’ll give you one then. Because the next thing that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna bash your fucking face in—!”

He cut off the feed, and you slammed your fists into the table.

“Dammit!”

Ethan’s hands were on your shoulders in the next moment, turning you around to face him. “Hey, we can’t worry about him right now, okay? Your sister and Mia are the priority.”

He was right. You were starting to hate that. But you had been getting so caught up in your anger and revenge plotting it practically made you blind. You’d never forget about Zoe. Even if it meant letting that asshole escape to save her. It didn’t stop the sting from letting him go, though.

You nodded, and Ethan let go of you to look in the open suitcase next to the monitors. His hand carefully reached out, pulling out the D-Series head you both had been practically killing yourselves over.

The serum. We really can make it.

“Come on, let’s go get them.” 

The idea of creating the cure was almost unfathomable to you, even more so now that the reality of that idea was just within arms reach. You never fully believed you’d be able to make it out. After three years of nothing but pain and dashed hopes, you start preparing for the worst. Your inevitable, painful end being one of them. But now, with the arm and head in your possession, you could feel your heart racing in anxious anticipation.

You’d get out. All of you.

“What are you gonna do when we get out of here?” you asked.

Ethan glanced back at you, a bit surprised by your question. “I don’t know. Go back home with Mia, try to start over.”

“Where’s home for you?”

“Los Angeles.”

Fuck, that’s far away.

Your heart sank a bit. You’d both get out, get cured, and then… he’d leave.

Of course, you never expected him to stay. Leaving is the one thing you knew he’d do. With Mia. He’d take her, and be out of your life forever after this. The thought made you… sad.

Your own emotions surprised you a small amount, and you slightly shook your head a bit.

“What about you?” Ethan asked. “What are you planning on doing after all this?”

You paused. You’d never given it much thought. After spending so long trapped here, you never thought there would be anything after. You never planned far ahead when you didn’t expect to leave. Truth is, you didn’t know what you’d do. And that terrified you.

“I… I don’t know, honestly.” You sighed, arms falling limp at your sides. “I can’t stay in Louisiana. There’s— There’s too much pain here. I don’t know if I have enough good memories of this place to outweigh the bad. So I guess I’ll just… leave.”

Stepping up to you, Ethan reached out and brushed his hand over your arm.

“Well, I’m sure there’s plenty of places out in California you could settle into.”

You couldn’t stop the quiet gasp from leaving you, eyes searching Ethan’s face like it held the answer to all your questions. Like if you looked away, he’d fade into ash like your mother, and it would all just be a sick dream.

“I don’t know. Big state, big cities… Not somethin’ I’m used to.”

Ethan smiled. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

You couldn’t stop your bottom lip from trembling, eyes burning with the promise of fresh tears. Your name was softly muttered along Ethan’s lips, and you threw your arms around his neck, gripping tightly at his shirt. He didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms, warmth encompassing you as his hands splayed over your back. His touch sent lightning coursing through you, overwhelmed with his touch and his scent and him completely surrounding you.

He was here. With you.

“I mean, you don’t have to cry about it. You could just say no—”

Your fist gently connected with his gut, pulling back to look at his growing smile.

“Jerk.”

He chuckled, and as quickly as the moment began, it had to end. There was still a clear objective ahead, the window getting smaller and smaller with each passing moment. And while you would’ve gladly stood around in Ethan’s arms all day, good things must come to an end. Some sooner than you’d prefer.

The wood along the pier was damp and rotten, the algae growing along it providing a real challenge for you to not to lose your balance.

Hey, your first walk along the pier with a handsome guy. And some lights and some music and you could make a real romantic night out of it.

The monster jumping out of the water and landing in front of you quickly soured your imagination.

Ethan pumped a single round into it, its head violently exploding into smaller pieces, and its body wriggled around violently before falling limp. You think you hate these versions of Evie’s monsters the most.

No. Wait. Fat vomiting guy definitely took first place.

Your heart was in your throat by the time you made it across the pier and to the boat house, racing up the rickety stairs and slamming the door open so hard you heard it splinter.

“Zoe!”

Her eyes were tired as she lazily raised her head to look at you. SHe could barely muster a small smile. You raced over to her and pulled out your knife to cut the rope binding her wrists, putting your hands on her shoulders when she started to fall forward.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. Do you have the ingredients?”

You looked back at Ethan who was untying Mia, settling her practically limp body against the wall before he handed you the head and the arm. Passing them to Zoe, relief filled her expression as she gazed at the mummified parts in her hands.

“We’re so close.”

She looked up at you, lips splitting into a smile as you let out a laugh of disbelief. You could fucking cry right then and there if the adrenaline wasn’t currently shooting through your veins. She quickly got to work on the serum, and you turned to watch Ethan comfort his wife.

“How is she doing?”

He brushed her hair away from her face, her pale skin covered in sweat. She barely looked alive.

“I think she’ll be okay.”

Mia shook her head, gripping at the front of Ethan’s shirt. “He’s coming. Daddy’s coming.”

Ethan grabbed her hand and stood, watching your sister mix the serum. “So after we make the cure, what’s next?”

“There’s a boat outside. We’ll take it through the swamp.”

She turned around, a syringe in each hand. She gave you a knowing look.

There’s only enough for two.

Ethan came forward and took them out of her hands, and Zoe’s lip curled up in a snarl.

“Hey! One of those is mine.”

You didn’t have the luxury or time to argue when the building suddenly shook, your feet stumbling for solid ground. You and Ethan looked behind you. Large, glowing, orange eyes stared back at you through the wall, the wood falling away like paper, and a giant hand reached out and lifted Ethan in the air.

“Daddy, no!”

“Kids! Get your asses back to the house! I’ll deal with you later!”

His body was launched across the room, and you looked on with horror at what monster your father had become. He was disgusting, a black lump of infected mold with multiple eyes and limbs. He was like some mutated monster that escaped from a science lab. The anger that you held for Mia surged through you again. You didn’t know the truth, you probably couldn’t fathom it. But from what you were sure of, you couldn’t help but blame her for everything that’s happened.

You looked back at her, her body frozen in fear as she watched her husband get thrown around like a rag doll. You felt a similar feeling settle deep inside you. Because this thing, yeah, it was fucking terrifying. But, you gripped your gun tight in your hand and rushed to Ethan’s aid, ducking under your father’s long, mutated arm.

“You turned my children against me!”

Shielding Ethan, you fired multiple rounds into one of your father’s infected eyes, watching it split open with puss seeping out of it. He was back on his feet in no time, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You better not die on me now, Ethan! Not when we’ve made it this far!”

He gripped your arm and pulled you out of the way of an oncoming swing, Jack’s limb smashing into the wall.

“As if you’d let me!”

Your head turned to Zoe, who looked on with disbelief. “Get you both to the dock!”

She nodded frantically and grabbed Mia’s hand, pulling her out the door. At least they were somewhat out of harm's way.

You could barely keep track of how many eyes your father had, finding one before he would shift out of the way and you’d lose it again. Something gave you pause, though, when he began to sob, body swishing around in the murky water.

“Marguerite!” he cried.

Your jaw clenched, eyes steeled whilst your hands tightened around your gun and you aimed.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

He thrashed and cried out as another eye exploded, and the already unstable ground shook with each slam of Jack’s hands against the wood. The floorboards splintered, and the next thing you knew, you were falling. Your body hit the water, the cold sending a shock through you, and you didn’t have a moment to catch a breather when Jack’s tail(?) came swooping around and slammed into your side, knocking you down again. You gasped for breath, coughing up water, and scrambled to your feet.

“My own child… trying to kill me!”

Your eyes burned with the fresh promise of tears, emptying your gun into the large eye in front of you. Fear surged through you and lodged in your throat, practically certain that this was the end for you. You wished there was another choice. God, you would give your life a million and one times just to see your family alive and happy. And the crippling reality that you couldn’t fix this practically killed you.

There was a desperate cry of your name, Ethan reaching down the ladder for your hand, and you quickly jumped up to grab it. He dragged you up the ladder with a grunt, your body jostling into his. With a muttered thanks, you hurriedly jammed a full mag into your gun.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t get to answer when a slimy hand came crashing down between you.

“Ask me later!”

Barely dodging another attack, you rolled under one of your father’s swinging limbs and steadied yourself on one knee before firing at another exposed eye.

“Try flanking him!”

Ethan took your direction and rushed to the other side of him, hoping to catch some of his weak points. What you didn’t expect though, was acidic vomit to come spraying out of your father’s mouth right in your direction. You barely missed it in time, crying out as pain shot through your arm. The skin was red and raw, the acid bubbling over the wound. Ethan shot you a concerned look, but you couldn’t stop. Jack was going to kill him, and you couldn’t let that happen. Not when you’ve made it this far.

“How many you countin?!”

His eyes frantically searched Jack’s mutated body.

“Uh— five?!”

“Fuckin’ mutated freak,” you muttered, aiming for another eye. It exploded with a disgusting pop.

“That’s four!”

It was almost like a game. An incredibly gross, fucked up game that almost certainly ended in death. And wasn’t remotely fun. But you’ll take what you can get. You tried to ignore the pain you felt everywhere, especially in your arm, as you and Ethan frantically raced around Jack, trying to dodge every oncoming swing. You cursed loudly when you officially ran out of ammo, the telltale sign of your gun clicking letting you know it was empty.

“This is gettin’ old, Jack!” Ethan yelled.

Your father roared, swiping at him. “I’m gonna kill you!”

You pulled your knife from your belt and whistled loudly, catching your father’s attention.

“Over my dead body!”

Throwing your knife, it sunk deep into the large eye on Jack’s face, and he screamed and thrashed before falling from the second floor and collapsing into the water. Chest heaving, you took deep breaths and rushed to Ethan’s side, taking his face in your hands. He looked just as worried as you felt, and you searched him for any serious injuries.

“Shit, your arm.”

He grabbed your arm just beneath your elbow, examining the burn that extended over the length of your bicep. It definitely needed some form of medical attention.

“I’m okay. Shit.” You sighed, head falling against his shoulder.

It felt like your heart was racing a million miles a minute, so caught up in your worry for Ethan that your own pain barely even registered anymore. Fuck, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and second to losing your sister, you think losing Ethan was one of the most terrifying things that could ever happen to you.

“You keep fucking scaring me like that.”

He scoffed, an arm resting across your shoulders. “I’ll make sure to be more careful next time.”

“Hey.” You pulled away from Ethan, looking at your sister who stood in the open doorway of the room. “Boat’s this way.”

You nodded, taking your sister’s hand so she could help you up the large step. 

“Have I told you you’re my favorite sibling?”

She scoffed. “Don’t think there ain’t much competition.”

You laughed, and god it felt so good to see her again. To know that she was okay and safe. Well, almost. You were so close you could practically taste it. The beginning of your new life. You could barely believe it.

The ground shook, and when you thought Ethan was right behind you, he was being picked up by your father who was very much still alive.

Fuck.

You were ready to jump back into hell when Zoe grabbed your shoulder, firmly stopping you.

“Use the serum on him!”

Your eyes widened. Was she serious?!

“You want me to cure him?!” Ethan asked incredulously.

Zoe shook her head. “He’s too far gone. I think it’ll kill him!”

Ethan fumbled in his pocket for one of the syringes and jammed it into Jack’s eye. He immediately began screaming and thrashing and let Ethan go, his body slowly calcifying just like your mother had. He made one last attempt to reach the man before fully solidifying, his hand suspended in mid air. It was then that he slowly began to crumble, and watching it happen the second time did not make it hurt any less. He was still your father. Somewhere in there. But Zoe was right. He was too far gone.

You quickly took Ethan’s hand and helped him up to the dock, more than relieved that he was alright. But—

“I had to use one of them. There’s only one left.”

Mia stared out at the water and shook her head, turning towards her husband. “What? There can’t just be one left.”

“What are we gonna do?” Zoe asked, fear evident in her voice.

Your heart absolutely ached for your sister. It ached for Ethan, and it surprisingly ached for Mia. You knew she never intended for this to happen to your family. She was just as much of a victim as all of you. And Ethan came out all this way to save her…

He looked at you, brows furrowed. You could read his expression like the back of your hand. He was conflicted. You were too.

He softly muttered your name, and with a sigh, you grabbed the syringe from his hand and stuck it in Mia’s arm. Zoe recoiled with a gasp.

“What— Why?!”

You could practically hear the betrayal in her voice, and it hurt more than anything you’ve experienced tonight.

“They need to get out, Zo. They…” Your eyes locked with Ethan’s. You couldn’t decipher what he was thinking, you just knew he looked upset. “They can send help.”

“There won’t be anyone to help!”

She stormed off, and you refrained from shouting out after her. If she was right, she’d probably die hating you. That was something you couldn’t stand to think about. As Mia stepped into the boat, Ethan appeared in front of you and shook his head.

“Why would you do that? This whole time, you and your sister have been searching for the cure and you just… Why?”

Your lips pressed together in a sad smile, hand landing on his arm before sliding down to grab his wrist. “Would you?” you whispered.

His eyes slightly widened, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t even attempt to. You could feel Mia’s eyes on you, so you let him go and sniffled. Any effort to hold back your tears was futile.

“So,” you pressed your finger against his chest, voice shaking, “don’t you forget about me, okay?”

Before Ethan could answer, you stepped away from him and walked down the dock, feeling his gaze on you every step of the way.

You’ve experienced heartache in many forms. You’ve lost friends, family, spent countless nights in foster care wondering why families never wanted you. This unsurprisingly ranked right up there with them, and you wanted nothing more than to run back to Ethan and have him take you with. 

It felt unfair in a way. Your family was the unintented target of unfortunate circumstances, this curse laid upon your doorstep that you had no choice but to live with. For three damned years. And then you looked for the cure. You dealt with the horrors of Evie’s monsters. You had to kill your parents! And yet she got to leave.

You shook your head, reminding yourself that this was the choice you made, and it was one you’d make again given the chance. 

You finally caught up to Zoe back at the house, watching her stomp towards the trailer.

“Zoe, wait.”

The door slammed behind her, and you quickly followed, letting out a huff. She paced the length of the tailor, hands on her hips as a million different emotions cycled on her face. The only consistent one being pissed. 

“Just listen to me—”

“How could you do that?!”

You paused, hands wringing together. “Zoe—”

“After everything we’ve done, all that we’ve been through, you gave it to her!”

“She’s been trapped just as long as we have. Hell, maybe even longer! And she’s his wife, Zo! He came all this way for her, fought through hell to get her back, and you expect me to deny her freedom?!”

Zoe collapsed on the bed, head in her hands. You sighed and settled down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She immediately leaned into your side.

“Ethan will get help. I know it.”

She sniffled, shaking her head. “How can you be so sure?”

You rubbed her shoulder with a small smile. “He’s a good guy. He won’t leave us behind.”

Standing from the bed, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed it to her. After the night you’ve had, you both needed it.

“So, how much do you think we’ve missed?”

You sighed with a shrug, sitting back down on the bed and  thumbing at the peeling label on your bottle. “Well, we definitely missed elections by about a year. And that show you like so much probably has a new season. Though, I think we’ve lived enough of a zombie nightmare, you don’t have to watch a show about it.”

“I mainly watch it for that one girl. The one with the sword?”

You chuckled. “She is pretty badass.”

She rolled her bottle between her hands, and you sighed. You know your decision hurt her. Definitely more than it hurt you to make. The last thing you ever wanted to do was make her feel like you betrayed her. Since this whole thing started, you swore on your life you’d protect her. Were you breaking that promise by not giving her the serum? Possibly. You hoped not.

“Am I still your favorite?”

She laughed, and the sound physically made your shoulders relax.

“Don’t think there’s much competition.”

You smiled, resting your head against her shoulder.

“No, there’s not.”

She chuckled again, and you followed with your own laughter. This was the best you’ve felt all night, despite the fact that neither of you were cured, and you were still stuck on your family's property. But, you were together, and for once, you were positive about the future ahead of you.

Zoe’s laughter was cut off with a sudden gasp, and you lifted your head to look at her.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Her beer fell to the floor with a loud ‘clang!’, and she froze in her spot.

“No! Evie!”

Your eyes widened, and you grabbed Zoe’s shoulders. “Hey! You gotta snap out of it! She’s not here, Zo. Don’t listen to her!”

“I-I’ll be good! I promise…”

You watched with horror as white crystals traveled up her body and completely froze her, her hair and skin turning ghost white. You shook your head and carefully laid her back on the bed, jaw tightly clenching as anger coursed through you.

God dammit!

Breathing heavily through your nose, you ripped open the weapon’s crate and restocked on ammo, as well as strapping a new knife to your belt considering you lost your old one trying to kill your father. You then barely took the time to bandage your burn, your injuries not even mattering to you compared to the safety of Ethan, Mia, and your sister. But, if it kept you from possibly losing your arm, you’d take somewhat care of yourself.

“When I find that little bitch…”

With one last glance to Zoe, you stormed out of the trailer and made your way down to the bayou. If Evie got Zoe, then that meant she got Ethan and Mia. You’ve lost enough people to this fucking brat. You wouldn’t let her take any more.

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I lieu of October coming up, how would some of the resident evil characters spend Halloween with the reader? ♡♡♡

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┇LEON S. KENNEDY┇CARLOS OLIVEIRA┇ETHAN WINTERS┇ ┇CLAIRE REDFIELD┇ASHLEY GRAHAM┇ADA WONG┇ content: SFW! Ada's part is slightly suggestive! a/n: thank you for the request! I had problem with some of these for a while, but with halloween around the corner i found the festive vibes for this!! hope you enjoy, dear! thank you for requesting again!! « masterlist┇reblogs appreciated! »

LEON S. KENNEDY

Leon doesn't usually dress up. It's out of the way for him to do so usually. But he can be bribed with a good meal and hug.

Old man thinks he's too cool to enjoy Halloween. But he actually really enjoyed dressing up in his low budget vampire suit from the discounted section of a Halloween store.

This is the only time in the year he would slick back his hair with gel in spite of how you think it looks really good on him, framing his features and accentuating his blue eyes. He is very stubborn and likes his hair down.

Now he wears the same costume every year. So much that you're getting really sick of it. He insists that it makes him look good (and it does)

He tries to act cool, but he hates horror movies. When you are watching it together, his hand will be clasping your arm tight, shaking a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch something else?" You would ask, and he would respond with: "Pfft. Me? I'm not scared at all."

CLAIRE REDFIELD

Halloween is Claire's favourite holiday! She LOVES it.

And so does the kids in her neighbourhood. She always has a huge smile on her face with trick or treaters, will compliment everyone's costumes and give away extra treats.

I see her going all out for Halloween parties. She learnt SFX makeup and a bit of sewing so that her costumes and make-up are really scary.

Which is a stark contrast with her brother, Chris. He thinks dressing up is a chore and a waste of time. When he does dress-up, it's always in uniform (e.g. firefighter, cop). He thinks it makes him look cool. (He's not wrong but, what is up with Chris and uniforms?)

Already planned out her costumes for the next five years (Ideas keep changing too). She definitely wishes there are more days in Halloween because she has so many ideas.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

Carlos is a menace during Halloween.

In no way is Carlos the best at making costumes or doing scary make-up, but Carlos is very creative.

Years ago, Carlos disguised himself as a stuffed doll sitting on the porch. Gave all the kids the fright of their life. He will watch them scram away in fear, and bellows a laugh. (traumatising kids is his favourite pasttime)

Another year, he devised a mechanism that springs up a shadowed figure anytime someone rings his doorbell.

He became infamous in his neighbourhood for his antics, and it's now an attraction for both kids and grown-ups every Halloween.

I also see him and Claire becoming really good friends from their united love for Halloween!

ASHLEY GRAHAM

I headcanon Ashley to crochet, so with Halloween coming, I see her crocheting a spooky themed sweater top, or a granny square bag to embrace the season.

I think Ashley loves to host Halloween parties. With the size of her dad's house, she can accomodate a lot of friends. Often going over the top with themes and decorations.

This year's theme is Harry Potter. She custom ordered a 3 metre (10 feet) tall animatronic of a Dementor in her party and everyone loved it!

She also loves bingeing spooky movies during Halloween. Ashley loves horror movies so much! I don't see her screaming at horror movies, she has grown an immunity to them from watching too many.

ETHAN WINTERS

We already know Ethan has meticulously planned for Halloween almost a month in advance just for Rose.

He is determined to make Rose experience the best childhood, and that includes Halloween too.

Ethan loves matching costumes (would never admit it though), especially with Rose and you too.

When he finishes dressing up Rose, he snaps a million pictures of her, claiming he will show it to Rose when she's all grown up. And Rose will say "Dad, I don't want to take any more photos. The treats are gonna run out!"

Very protective. If anyone has a scary costume, he will steer Rose away from the scary man. Same for people who are underdressed, or is just generally creepy. Not on his watch.

ADA WONG

Halloween is not Ada's cup of tea. She goes out of her way to avoid going out during these days.

For trick or treaters, she leaves a candy bowl on her porch for kids to help themselves. Ada enjoys seeing the silly costumes the kids wear, but she despises interacting with them.

If you are special to Ada, she will put on a sexy Halloween outfit in the privacy of your quarters just for you. She won't take responsibility for whatever you guys might do afterwards. But those are just for your eyes only.

Ada watches horror movies with a blank face. At this point, nothing phases her anymore. I think she'll find them boring and slightly frustrating, with the stupid things the protagonists do to get themselves in danger. She rather watch true crime instead.

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