I’ve noticed a rise in fan artists for LITG on Tumblr and when I tell you, it makes me so happy!! I remember being one of the few back when the game sparked joy, BUT it was my intro into fandom and it’ll always have its own little special place in my heart. I’m happy for the new LITG fans and those who have resiliently stuck through Fusebox’s fuckery lmao.
To the artists: YOURE ALL LITERALLY SO TALENTED!! 💗💗💗 And pls never stop drawing 🥹
And to the fans who wanna see more LITG content: my old blog is @beesandfigs-abandoned you just gotta check the “litg fanart” tag 🫶🏼💕
You probs won’t see any stuff for the new season as I denounced my LITG card during S7 lol, but I know there’s a lil bit of something for everyone. 🤭
So I’ve seen a few human Garrus’ on the web, thought I’d try my own. I’ve stormed through ME1 Legendary Edition, I’m now about 1/3 of the way through ME2. Feel like I’m playing them for the first time again!
A/N: Okay, so this got away from me and when I mean away... I mean away.
She’s just shy of being a whole ass fic of Ethan and Gen being domestic flirty beans.
Will PB ever give us something like this? No. And that makes me sad.
He’s roused from sleep by featherlight touches to his cheek, gentle and warm. He smiles with a quiet hum, eyes still closed as his hands move to caress the thighs of the woman on top of him. Her hair tickling his face as she moves closer.
“Good morning, Doctor Ramsey.” Her voice is a whisper in his ear, followed by another kiss to his cheek.
“Certainly would seem so.” His voice is still groggy, thick with the remnants of sleep.
“I was going to let you sleep in longer,” She kisses his cheek again, before moving to the other. “But I decided that waking you up like this was much better than an alarm.”
“So much better.”
Finally, Ethan opens his eyes, smiling wider as his gaze meets hers. Her blonde hair a tangled mess, his shirt from the night before is barely buttoned all the way, hanging off one shoulder with mascara smudged underneath her emerald green eyes.
She’s stunning, his Genevieve.
“Hi.” His hand moves from her waist, knuckles grazing along her cheekbone.
“Hi.”
Gen leans forward, and his eyes close in anticipation for her lips to meet his. But she leans to the left, pressing a slow kiss to his jaw.
“Unfair, Rookie.” He takes her hips in his hands, flipping them with ease and trapping her beneath him. Her hair fanning out around her like a golden halo, magnifying his ever present thought that she is heaven sent.
A gift from whatever deity may or may not exist, that he is wholly unworthy to process.
“I already made breakfast.” Gen beams up at him, fingers tracing his jawline with practiced ease.
“Did you?”
“I did.”
He’s so enraptured by her sparkling eyes and iridescent smile that he’s unprepared for her next move. Flipping their position once again, setting herself back on top with an infectious giggle.
“You’re taking advantage of the fact that I just woke up.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not.”
Gen leans down again, hovering over his lips with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He loves her like this, in the warm morning sun, playful and carefree, the truest version of herself.
“You really want me to kiss you right now, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Hm.” She inches closer, her mouth bushing ever so slightly against his. “Too bad.”
Gen laughs again, the sound ricocheting off the bedroom walls as she gets out of bed and walks to the door. “Come on, old man. Get up before my fabulously made pancakes get cold.”
“You’re a tease, McClure.” Ethan calls after her, watching as she disappears down the hall before getting out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt before making his way to the kitchen.
No matter how many nights she spends at his place, the amount of times they cook in the kitchen, his heart is never prepared for the sight. The ease in which she moves around the room, her lazy smile and the way her happiness radiates off of her.
It is, by far, his favorite sight.
“Smells good.” Ethan walks up beside her, placing a kiss to her forehead as she prepares their plates.
“The one thing I’m better at than you.”
They move to the kitchen table, sitting beside each other as they eat in a comfortable silence. Stealing glances and lingering looks. She stretches her legs out, once they’re done, feet resting in his lap as his hands move to caress her soft skin.
“What’s the plan today?”
“Mm,” Gen purses her lips, looking up from her now empty plate and over at him. “I say we just be super lazy and spend the entire day on the couch. Sundays are better when you do absolutely nothing.”
“Better idea,” Ethan moves her legs back to the floor, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. “You and I go back to bed.”
“Excellent idea, Doctor Ramsey.” She stands from her chair, walking backwards out of the kitchen while she unbuttons her, his, shirt in the most tantalizing way.
He follows her without a second thought, eyes shamelessly taking in every newly exposed patch of skin. “Call me that again in about five minutes.”
“Five minutes?” Gen tilts her head, peeling the white cotton off her shoulders. “You’re losing your touch.”
“Challenged excepted, G.” He rushes towards her, gathering her in his arms as her laughter echoes across the apartment.
No one asked for this, but here are some of the best Ethan Ramsey quotes from the three books:
"Did you join a cult?"
"I realize now that... there are some things that are worth any risk."
"How's that saying? 'It's complicated'?"
"Since we're sharing regrets... do you mind if I share one of mine? I wish I hadn't asked you to stay away. We've wasted so much time. I've wasted so much time. I should've held you in my arms everyday and told you how much I... how much I care about you."
"Check the Channel 4 news item from this morning. I'm never texting you again."
"I've never been rational around you, MC."
"I couldn't stand the thought that someone might suggest you slept your way onto the diagnostics team. You earned that position."
"I'm going to tell you once and only once to step away from my resident, Terrance."
"Oh, to hell with it. Just shut up and take my hand."
"You make it hard to stick to my intentions, MC."
"Well, I couldn't very well introduce you as a colossal pain in my ass, now could I?"
"Why would I want to be alone when I could be with the woman I spend every night longing for?"
"I can't save anyone I actually give a damn about. Not Dolores. Not Naveen. And not you."
"I'll have you know, I'm only 37. I am technically a millenial!"
"I'm sorry, my eyes can't read an entire sentence in capital letters."
"Enough about me. How are you feeling, MC? More importantly.. what can I do to help?"
Soo, I was really scared about the Harper thing, an it wasn’t that bad??? Like, Ethan is way past whipped. No way in hell he even feels something for Harper now. PB DONT YOU DARE. And I adore her, btw.
Exactly! Their interactions are so OOC. If you romance Ethan, he is entirely whipped for MC.
And if you don't believe me, consider this
Yet, he's so wrapped up MC's little finger that
Ethan has no interest in Harper (and vice versa). This jealousy plot is childish, petty, pointless. If you're romancing Ethan, you have nothing to worry about.
