#poor poor ethan

[wedontdeservethestars]

hii!!!! assuming ur still takin requests for that writing game, could u do cingulomania w/ ethan winters?

LOVED the heisenberg one btw I'm abt to reblog it and express my adoration for ur writing it is soo good <333

and so u don't have to go look through that whole big post, here's the definition for u :] "cingulomania: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms."

Hi there! First off I am SO sorry for how long this took for me to churn out, this ask got sent around the time I started tech week at my college for a show and then, of course, the show itself overtook my life. Oops lol....anyhow!! I decided to go a more hurt/comfort route with this so it got a little angsty, hope that's okay!! Still has a happy end (because God knows our poor guy Keithan Splinters deservers it..)

Also plot note: reader somewhat takes the place of Mia in the Resident Evil timeline (sorry babygirl), this drabble takes place post-RE8

CW for themes of identity crisis, self-hatred, and things like the such

((Send me a vocab word and a resident evil character and I’ll write a little drabble!!))

“Can you hold my hand? Please?”

Ethan’s tone surprised you. You yourself felt rather sunny. It was hard not to, what with the baby blue sky brushed with cottony clouds and a summer breeze that just tickled your skin enough to be pleasant on such a warm day. The scent of fresh sandwiches and fruit slices and homemade cheesecake (Ethan’s favorite) wafted by on the wind. What made the day even more perfect was that the two of you had somehow managed to secure this spot alone. Despite the field you settled your picnic in being near a public hiking trail, there wasn’t another soul in sight. Usually Ethan enjoyed this. People weren’t his thing, especially not as of late. He much preferred spending his time with just you and Rose, who was fast asleep in her baby basket beside the two of you, her little nose scrunching up when it caught pollen on the breeze.

The day itself was planned out as perfectly as you could hope. Along with lunch, you packed books and a deck of cards to play with later on and you wore a neat little outfit. Ethan was dressed similarly in a blue-dotted button-up and earthy slacks, but despite his trimmed appearance, you could tell how distressed he was. That, and the mere cadence of his request. He seemed so despondent. He had been, ever since returning from Europe to the states. You really couldn’t blame him, after what he’d endured just to get Rose back. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been through a lot, either, but Ethan had arguably suffered just as badly, if not more. 

Especially since he learned of his genetic reform. 

“Sure, bug,” you murmured, stretching your hand towards him. 

Ethan, with glazed eyes that couldn’t quite reach yours, grazed his skin against your fingers. You pulled him fully into your grasp. He didn’t feel cold, but he definitely didn’t feel as warm as you expected him to. He just felt stagnant. 

“You okay?” you poked, searching his face for any hint of what turmoil lied behind it. 

“Mm.” Ethan replied curtly. You sighed. By now, you were used to his non-responses, but it didn’t change the fact that you were still saddened that he wouldn’t talk to you.

“That doesn’t sound very okay,” you murmured, trying to be gentle but also, and quite frankly, fed up with him closing you off like you hadn’t been married for literal years. 

When Ethan remained silent, you felt your heart sink like stone and let go of his hand–that is, until he tightened his own grip. When you looked back at him, there was the unmistakable red glow of tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. Immediately, you felt bad for dismissing him before.

“Ethan?” you asked. 

“I’m afraid.” 

You brushed a stray tuft of blonde hair from his face. “Of what, darling?” 

This time, in addition to a trembling breath, you got a full sentence. “What if I’m not me anymore?”

A frown tugged at your lips. “Of course you’re you. What are you talking about?”

“I’m not human anymore.” Ethan’s voice was quiet. It was tinged with palpable tension.

“You’re human enough,” you assured him. “Maybe not anatomically. But you can still move and talk and think, can’t you? And love.”

“And hurt.” It sounded like something was stuck in his throat. “I-I don’t know what I am anymore.”

“You’re Ethan,” you said decisively. “Nothing else matters. You still feel like yourself, right?”

“I don’t know.” Ethan looked up at you suddenly, his piercing eyes wide and wild. “I don’t remember how I’m supposed to feel. Do you know how many times I’ve been cut and stabbed and shot and-and ripped apart, only to be-to be fucking stitched back together like some freakish monster? I haven’t felt like anything but a monster for years!”

A silence had overcome you. Even the gentle sound of the breeze felt like an intruder. You wet your lips and averted your gaze. Ethan had let go of your hand again at was staring at his wrist. The first place he’d been destroyed.

“I’m…sorry,” you finally settled on. What else were you supposed to say?

“You weren’t supposed to know that,” he said.

“Why not?” 

“Because you can’t fix it. Fix me.” You watched his fingers flex back and forth. You could still make out the numerous scars and scratches forever etched deep into the fungal layers of his skin, even if they had grown fainter with time. 

“You’re right.”

Ethan looked at you, startled at your agreement.

“I can’t,” you continued. “I don’t think anyone can fix you. I think that you have changed. But so have I. And so has Rose…all of us are different after the Baker house, and the village, and Evelyn, and…everything. Did I ever tell you about my nightmares?”

“Your…nightmares,” Ethan wracked. You laid your hand over his.

“I dream about the Bakers every night. Even after all this time, I still see them in my mind. That’s my scar.”

“You…” His mouth had gone dry. Feeling like you had guilted him a little harder than you meant to, you backtracked.

“My point is, we’re both different people. But what matters is that, in the most important ways, we’re still the same. I still love you, just like when we met. I hope you love me the same.”

“I do,” he said quickly. “More than anything.”

“So you’re still Ethan.” Your hands gravitated towards his strong jaw, and you smiled. For the first time in a long time, you saw a lightness enter his eyes. 

“Maybe…” It wasn’t a full confirmation. But it was something. 

“Besides,” you teased lightly, “I like all of your scars. Makes you look like an action hero.”

“Gee, thanks. I’ve always wanted to be one of those stunt guys.”

“There he is,” you giggled. “There’s that sarcastic guy I fell in love with.”

Ethan huffed, but the deep creases of his face had softened, and you aided their slack with a kiss to a pink cut across the bridge of his nose. 

“But seriously,” you murmured as you laid your lips along the other marks on his face, “I will kiss every single scar and scrape on your beautiful body if I have to.”

“And what would that prove, hm?”

“That I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what you look like, or what you are, or whatever’s going on with you. You are so, so perfect, Ethan Winters. And I love you more than anything on this godforsaken earth, even if it doesn’t seem to love you back.”

Ethan chuckled softly and squeezed your hands. 

“Thank you, honey.” He planted a kiss just on your forehead, and you smiled. “I love you, too.”

[iero]

Last night... We drank too much. We drank because we were happy to be together.

STRANGE WAY OF LIFE — Pedro Almodóvar (2023)

[sam-reid]

DAN JEANNOTTE and ETHAN PECK as Sam Kirk and Spock STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 1.09: ALL THOSE WHO WANDER | 2.05: CHARADES.

[stellaranglerfish]

I know this probably makes no sense, since karl is like a century old but what if in an alternate universe..

Extra:

(Note: in that alternate universe, Karl might be the younger sibling, why? Coz it's funny)

[incessantlark]

eef wieners...

[caitlynmeow]

I’m absolutely losing it over the fact the Alcina sent Bela ALONE to go after Ethan. She knows that her eldest daughter is capable that’s why she let her handle him alone.

Meanwhile she teamed up with her wild daughter to probably a) enjoy a good hunt with her and b)keep an eye on her because it’s Cassandra and she needs to make sure that her middle daughter doesn’t get too wild while chasing after Ethan.

As for Daniela— Alcina was just like nope this one is definitely sitting this hunt out and actually locked her someplace safe. Like she put her youngest in the library so she can lose herself in her books while staying away from danger.

[ginhaku125]

I'm about to be so normal about Silver you guys

Okay one thing that's always bugged me about this event is that Lyra/Ethan is so inconsiderate here. Like yeah I get Silver pushed me for no reason but my brother in christ his dad just abandoned him. You just watch this kid's dad, the leader of Team fucking Rocket, abandon him and your first thoughts aren't "Oh I hope that boy is alright" or "Oh that poor boy" but instead it's "Wow that was very unnecessary >:(" CUT HIM SOME SLACK MY GUY HIS DAD JUST LEFT HIM ON THE STREETS

Like I GET IT I really do get it, he looked at me then pushed me for no reason and ran off you can tell him off for that in ANY other instance but he's like- what 7? 8? At least in this time and he just got left on the streets by the only family member we know he has (Ariana is Silver's mom theorists, put your hands down I'm talking about canon) like he was nothing NOW. IS. NOT. THE. TIME.

Also, I think about this line a lot considering what Silver ends up doing in GSC/HGSS.... :(

[rentumblsstuff]

Lex: Now when you go in there, you don’t miss any classes, you don’t talk back to any teachers, and if someone says some shit to you, you kick their asses okay?

Hannah: I dunno if I can…

Ethan: Banana, we totally get you’re nervous. We were nervous our first days of high school too, right babe??

Lex: *nods*

Ethan: You’ll be terrific. Everyone will love you just as much as we do. Make some good friends and some good choices, okay? And Lex is mistaken, if anyone says some shit to you, you come to me. I’ll kick their asses.

Hannah: You definitely could.

Ethan: Exactly, and I will… Especially that Jagerman kid, ugh, Lex, do you remember that snot-nosed sophomore??

Lex: I dropped out that year but even I can’t forget him. Absolute fuckin’ punk; ran around bullying the other sophomores and freshman. Hopefully he got transferred to Sycamore.

Hannah: A-and if he didn’t?

Ethan: Then I’ll beat him up if he goes near you!

Lex: *nods in agreement* Get going, you’re gonna be late if you can’t find your class.

Hannah: *nods* Bye… I’ll be home by 4…

Meanwhile,

Ruth: First day of SENIOR YEAR!!! We’re gonna LEARN and we’re gonna HAVE FUN AND IT’S GONNA BE- FUCK! *bumps into Hannah and sends both their stacks of books to the ground* Oh no!! I am so sorry!

Hannah: I-it’s okay… *crouches down to start sorting through their books*

Pete: Let us help you with that!

*Pete, Ruth, and Richie all lean down at the same time and bump their heads together like the three stooges. Profanity ensues. Hannah tries not to smile at their joint bumbling.*

Ruth: Oh god there’s a spider on my book!!! Help! Richieeee!!!

Hannah: *carefully scoops up the spider and places it out of the way with a smile to it*

Pete: … You’re not scared of that thing?

Hannah: It’s just part of nature. They don’t deserve to be squashed same as any of us do…

Ruth: Boy, can we get behind that! I am so sorry for bumping into you! I shoulda been watching where I was going, but we’re all excited, and oh… Hehe, that’s definitely my book, I’m assuming… *picks up the most shitty looking smutty romance novel you could ever think of* I’m Ruth, these are my boyfriends Pete and Richie.

Pete: Boy-space-friends.

Ruth: And I’m still working on closing that gap.

Hannah: *okay… okay. Okay, okay* I’m… Hannah… Freshman.

Richie: Oh, then you got bumped into by the right people. We’ll show you the ropes, don’t worry, Hannah.

Hannah: *looks back to Lex and Ethan, who still haven’t left*

*Lex looks apprehensive and Ethan looks hesitant and the Three Stooges notice them.*

Ruth: DON’T WORRY! WE GOT HER!!! *two thumbs up high in the air*

*Pete and Richie wave*

Lex: *smiles softly and holds up a thumbs up*

Ethan: *waves back*

Ruth: *to Hannah* Are those your siblings?? I can’t see ‘em completely from here but they’re both hot…

Hannah: My sister and her boyfriend… He’s like a big brother though.

Richie: Pete has a big brother!

Pete: Oh, yeah… Ted’s way older though. He wouldn’t uh… So, where’s your first class? We’ll show you which hallways you’re allowed to use to get there.

Hannah: There are incorrect hallways?

Richie: YES.

Ruth: It’s the least we can do after spilling your books. C’mon, bestie, you’re ours now.

Hannah: *nods in acceptance and begins to follow them with a wave to her siblings, STILL WAITING UNTIL SHE’S OUT OF SIGHT, and one more smile at the spider*

[racoonburglar]

gossip sessions with Heisenberg

[cedarsmoke4]

God’s perfect killing machine has the most luscious lips known to man

[octoberr-rust]

Oh my godd Ethan telling Elena she did the right thing by shooting her dad... Because he knows how it feels to have to hurt someone you love when they aren't themself anymore...

And when Elena dies Ethan feels like he failed to save someone again... Just like he failed Zoe in re7...fucking hell man 😭😭

[solidsnakecake]

Re-expreincing RE7 and RE8 is WILD, mainly because of Mia Winters. What do you mean she aided in building a bioweapon, kept valuable info on Miranda and her cult to herself for four years (which is how Miranda targeted them easily in the first place), kept lying to her husband and their protectors, betrays both sides...and literally faces no consequences? No punishment from either side? No trial or jailtime for committing literal crimes? Not even a mild show of remorse that her actions, lies and manipulations caused this?

What was Capcom on when writing her character...was she supposed to be a villain but the writers forgot? Was she supposes to be a good person who makes mistakes but the writers forgot the part where she shows regrets?

Imagine if Ada Wong was caught by BSAA but then they just give her cookies and tea.

[catquenn]

The battle of Manhattan #7

A.k.a one of the saddest events in series

Percy mf Jackson who have watched multiple of his friends, and ex-friends die, ON HIS FUCKING BIRTHDAY, the love of his life get stabbed for him,and who till today blames himself for so many deaths!

[simsterslife]

Love Labyrinth: From Brake Ups to Make Ups.

[definitelynotdamiano]

Ethan's instagram, 16.07.2024

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Titan army? Waging psychological warfare on one (1) Thalia Grace by bringing her thought to be dead brother to the truce talks? More likely to happen than you'd think.