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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙.

PAIRING: jake seresin x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: nonsense by sabrina carpenter WORD COUNT: 912

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this was now the fifth or sixth time that jake had tried to flirt with you, the previous attempts failing since you had shot him down.

you knew of his reputation and you weren't going to be another notch under his belt.

he probably thought you were just playing hard to get, but he got a little more frustrated every single time he got turned down, but was never forceful, he just didn't think he could like someone this much.

you didn't know what he was trying to prove or who he was trying to prove it to.

you already had enough on your plate, making drinks, wiping tables down. it was far from the first time an aviator tried flirting with you either for free drinks or for your number, of course you never gave it out because they all gave up quite easily or never put enough effort in.

not him though.

man was he persistent, it was nice just knowing that someone was thinking of you. yes he might think there's a possibility that he might be able to get into your pants, but a little flirting never hurt anybody, right?

fluttered eyelashes and small gestures like opening the door for you, him letting you walk in first not before sending you a winning smile.

tonight was no different then the others - well that was until a drunken dickhead decided to think it was a good idea to grab your ass.

as soon as it happened you turned around, fist meeting his nose knocking him onto his butt. shaking your hand a little whilst you kept staring at the creep on the floor.

grabbing his nose, he stood as the blood gushed out of his nose. his face full of rage, you soon regretted your punch when he towered over you, backing away he soon stopped when hangman slid in between the two of you, shielding you away from the guy.

"im gonna have to ask you to leave dude, you've crossed the line, the lady was lucky that she let you get away with just a bloody nose. i would've beaten you black and blue for that."

this just made the guy square up to jake, he stood a couple of inches shorted than the aviator, all jake did was firmly planted his feet where he stood, chest puffed out.

the coward ran out of the bar, seresin stood his ground making sure the guy was gone for good before turning to make sure that you were alright.

the whole bar went back to doing what they were doing previous to when the incident started, you didn't even realise that most people had stopped to watch what was happening - some of them ready to intervene if it had come down to it.

once he had scanned your body for any injuries his eyes landed on your hand, the one that had taken a blow not too long ago.

he lightly ran his thumb over your bruised knuckles as he held your hand, you slightly flinched trying to downplay the pain that you feel.

that led him guiding you to the backroom, penny smirking whilst giving you a nod which made you roll your eyes.

once you got there, he sat you down on a unopened keg, opening the freezer door finding an icepack.

you admired him as long as you could before he turned to make his way back over to you, gently placing the ice on your knuckles cradling your hand.

a sharp hiss left your mouth, which made him apologise profusely.

"ive never had anyone defend my honour before, honestly thought he was gonna lay me out flat after he stood up." that just made him shake his head with a small smile, keeping his eyes on your hand in his.

"you know i would never let anything happen as long as i was there."

you had never been this close to him before, so close that you could see the flecks of brown in his green eyes. feel his breath fanning your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips waiting for a response.

"i know. i believe that..." you both leant closer to each other, you were sure he could hear how fast and strong your heart was beating as your lips met his.

it was everything you dreamt of and more.

it felt right. you felt safe with him.

you pulled away with a wide grin on your face, a nervous giggle falling out of your mouth.

"worth the wait, now you stubborn woman will you please let me take you out on a goddamn date?" he playfully slumped himself against you, head on your shoulder.

of course your answer was yes, how could you say no to him?

after you walked out of the break room it must of been obvious that something happened from the hand holding, payback and fanboy started making kissing noises and rubbing there arms up and down their sides pretending to make out with someone.

everyone else in the bar started cheering which made you rest your head on jake's shoulder as a deep blush spread across your cheeks, all he did was shake his head and snaked his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him kissing your cheek.

"it's about damn time." looking over to see it was penny and pete smirking at you both.

the teasing was never ending of course.

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 7 months

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several sentences sunday

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @shitouttabuck @lover-of-mine @hippolotamus @athenagranted @rewritetheending @king-buckley @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela

thank ya darlins! <3 feeling generous and also in need of validation so im gonna share a snippet from two wips, one is the buddie calls fic and the other is my andrew x sam fic hehe

5+1 calls fic

The unspoken words choke him, wrapping around his throat like sentient, vile vines and strangling him, preventing any air from escaping, latching themselves around things he can’t bear to say. He wheezes, sounding so pathetic even to his own ears and despite how it fills him with crippling shame, Eddie is grateful that he is out here, that Buck can’t hear him like this.

“It’s not enough,” he bites out, teeth grinding against the pitiful pull of despair flooding his mouth. “I’m here, I’m right outside, but I can’t do it. I can’t go in. I can’t look at you. I can’t give you these words. Instead I’m throwing them into a fucking phone because I’m a coward who can only be honest with you when I can’t see you. And it’s not fair, but–fuck, when has anything in our lives been fair?”

summer sons fic

“That an order?” Sam asks with a twitch of his lips, clearly biting back on the wisps of wickedness that are wound around his body and through his dark, aged honey eyes.

A savage curl of satisfaction blooms within Andrew, utterly foreign but becoming more familiar, its touch more known and real than the insistent tug of the afterlife.

“Do you want it to be?” The question falls out of Andrew’s mouth without his permission, carried out into the world along a rushed breath that is far too hot to stay inside his body. The rasping cut of his voice is full of lilting temptation that is begging for them to sink their teeth into.

Andrew’s very gums ache as they stand suspended, the both of them now right outside of the bathroom door, caught like dragonflies in amber, preserved as they dance and circle one another.

tagging @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress @diazass @vampbuckley @911onabc @forthewolves @eddiediaztho @loserdiaz @buddierights @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @giddyupbuck @gayedmundodiaz @folk-fae @andrewblur @ghostscowboys @messyhairdiaz @bucks118 @anxieteandbiscuits @bigfootsmom @housewifebuck @arthursdent @eowon @devirnis @watchyourbuck @diazblunt @butchdiaz and anyone else who wants to share!

#buddie #buddie wip #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #summer sons #andrew x sam #summer sons fic #5+1 calls #ryan writes #seven sentence sunday

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mooncheese3 · 1 year

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au wherein in a bid to further unite the sect, yqy sets up boards that are kind of like padlet, where everyone can put a random thought on the board, and everyone can chip in their own thoughts, etc etc

at first the notes were all formal— disciples requesting for things to be sent to their peak, comments about broken fences that needed to be fixed, reminders— but then gradually it became this free-for-all place for everyone to air out their grievances and/or gushings

this is when the xian shu girls take over

by this point the board is half full of ramblings about romance and tension between seemingly random people

and then someone starts talking about the peak lords

in the beginning it was a harmless little

"peak lord shang is a very good shizun :)"

but, kids being kids, someone started to get really competative.

"ACTUALLY our bai zhan war god is a way better shizun"

"liu shibo? No Offense but what does he Actually teach you--being a reckless monkey who cant go a day without breaking something? ',://"

"YOU QINGJING RAT COWARDS ARE NOT SUBTLE AT LEAST MY SHIZUN ISNT A JERK"

the one who wrote the third one wasnt Actually a qingjing disciple. theyre more creative with their insults than that; shizun would be dissapointed. it was an anding kid who was sick and tired of rebuilding and restocking baizhan all the time. they werent gonna admit it tho, thatd be dumb

(un)luckily, the fight is flawlessly curbed when someone writes

"ੈ✩‧₊˚Whenever shen shibo and liu shibo fight, it kind of reminds me of my grandpa and grandma LOLੈ✩‧₊˚"

"Waht are you implying, anonymous bro?"

"✧.*All im saying is that maybe theyre not /just/ enemies, if yk what i mean :3 ✧.*"

"What"

"Enlightened shimei/shidi above, do remember that baizhan train in the body, not the mind. 🤧"

"Wtah."

anyway it gets so bad the peak lords had to bring it up at a pl meeting

ALSO AU OF THIS AU WHEREIN THE BOARD HAPPENS DURING LIUJIU’S DISCIPLE TIME

lqg gets the “im gay?” realization bc of the board. specifically he gets the “im gay for sqq?” realization. so ofc he goes to his sister lmy for help (she is three years old). from her baby talk, he gets “practice your confession ge !!” (“prac ifff copesion? ge :D”), so he does just that. but he realizes early on that hes REALLY bad at this romance talking thing, so with great reluctance asks TheBoard for help—anonymously, duh.

“How Do I Confess To Someone.”

what lqg doesnt realize is that his handwriting is very distinct. Bold, Strong, and Harsh characters, with the downwards strokes narrowing from a wide start to a thin point as sharp as cheng luan? yep. thats head disciple liu right there.

“GODS ABOVE HELP US ITS HAPPENING ITS REALLY HAPPENING !!!! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶”

“?”

“What shidi/shimei means is that you should properly organize your thoughts first. Truly think about what you want to say; be honest!🙌”

“Anything More?”

“༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ yes. one moment, me and my shimeis are making a list for disciple to use ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧”

it snowballs from there. in the end the liujiu confession happens in public (how mortifying! -sqq, in his head after), and a full transcript is posted on the board later in the day. theres also life-like drawings of the confrontation, kind of like a courtroom sketch

#liujiu #liujiu start to feel awkward and avoid each other as much as possible #so ofc The Board TM started kicking up a fuss over how meddling in peoples business can ruin things #basically its a xianxia tw1tter LOL #dw they do end up courting and its a happy ending #thoughts #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #liu qingge

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willsolaceloml · 2 years

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Will Solace hcs cause he SOLOS!!!! Stay mad haters

(Both in the demigods world and in a mortal!au)

Hes a bisexual icon

He was short as a child. And i mean. Shorter than the common child. I mean short SHORT. He wasnt known as Will Solace he was known as The Blond Smurf. Shortest in the class type of beat. Everyone thought that he was going to be like 5'7" MAX as an adult.

Got a massive grown spurt when he was like 14 and now hes like 6'1" (people didnt reconize him anymore. Someone started a rumor that some big ass giant took him and pulled him from his head and his feets and that was why he had become so tall. Everyone was terrified.)

He uses guns as his weapon of choice against monsters!! He sucks with close combat and finds the bow somehow boring. Plus! His granddad taught him how to shot when he was younger (Naomi wasnt that happy to see her 10yo with a gun) so he had a sort of emotial bond to that type of weapon.

He specifically asked the Hephaestus cabin to build him a pair of semi automatics and hes this 🤏🏻 close to give them a name and tug their bedsheets for nighttime

He has plague powers. STOP BEING COWARDS YOU ALL KNOW HE DOES!!

He never uses them tho because hes really ashamed of them

Hes a dog dad. By which i mean that he has not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4 but 5 dogs ☺️ One Golden Retriever (named Shiro) that was the Solaces family dog, one light weiner (Burrito) that was gifted to Will by a friend, two pitbulls (Mila and Bee) adopted from the dog shelter and lastly one mutt (sandy) personally saved by Will from an abusive home.

He loves dogs guys he truly does

Hes actually very good as sports! Hes especially great at Volleyball and Basketball, and in his High School hes part of the basketball team.

Hes very close with Leo & Clarisse they are literally bffs

Nico taught him italian swears and hes able to say "testa di cazzo" and "pezzo di merda" as fluently as a native speaker

When he was young he always dressed up as young Anakin

Once he got older he dressed up as Luke, Han and older Anakin

Hes like. VERY protective with people he loves. Not in an oppressive way tho

Hes one FINE mf and i mean it that man Is ANGELIC

He doesnt really see it tho

He decided he wanted to be a doctor when in 5th grade the school organized an obligatory first aid course for the kids. It was very basic but Will instantly fell in love.

He eats. A lot. Like he can eat 2 large pizzas alone and still ask for a dessert. His friends use him as a sort of trashcan because of this. "Oh you cant finish whats in your plate? Just give it to Will! He'll eat everything"

Han Solo was his bi awakening

He likes to bake! Not as much as he loves to eat tho

He surfs (ofc....) and try to make Nico learn it (spoiler: he sucks)

He has tattoos. People lets accept the truth. He does. Hes FULL of them. Big ones, little ones, dumb things, phrases, animals... Everything. He loves them.

He has a... Weird fashion sense. By this i mean its horrible. Yes i know. Its an ugly truth, but its the truth. He couldnt be that level of flawless...

Drew tries to help, she really does, but Will just cant seem to comprehend whats wrong with his fashion sense. Sandals with socks, different prints together, 9374928392 colors together seems all reasonable to him

His average body temperature Is around 37°/38° C. Didnt have much fun during covid times. (Gonna post about this specific hc in the future hehe)

He loves tangled. He LOVES tangled.

Nico forces him to dress up as Rapunzel while he dresses up as Flynn Rider.

Hes also a big fan of Shrek. Watched those movies a ton of times

OK IM DONE IM DONE

#bisexual will solace #will solace #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #william solace #william andrew solace #will solace solos #solangelo #nico di angelo #nico x will #will x nico #pjo hoo toa #nico pjo #hoo #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #tangled

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honey-tragedy · 1 year

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what TMA alignments the batboys would have

dick: stranger all the way! full on stranger, he is the strangest little guy and we love him for that. hes got the circus motifs, hes got the wild and wacky outfits. hes got the constant identity issues and the name changes. dicks even got the body horror, uncanny valley aspect down to a science with his " look at me i dont have any bones" flexibility.

the stranger would take one look at that little dude and the proceed to fist fight bruce wayne in a denny parking lot for full custody over dick. Honorable mention goes to the buried for this one.

jason: most would assume jason would be slaughter or end aligned but i think thats for fools and cowards. jason todd is just to perfect of a fit for the corruption or the lonely. look me in the eyes and tell me jason, the only proof my dad loves me if is he kills this guy for me, todd doesn't radiate corruption vibes.

tell me with a straight face that jason, "if our fredship ment anything to you at all." "it didn't",( it did, i just wanted to hurt him), todd wouldn't fit so so well into the lonely.

im gonna have to give it to the corruption tho, the coffin bugs hes got in him are like his only stable healthy relationship at this point. Honorable mention to the vast tho.

tim: the eye would take a single look at the boy and claim dibs. although the web is a very solid second. tim just fits far to well into the mastermind it cant be ignored but like bruce his obsession with gathering information and knowledge means that manipulating other falls to the wayside. his smarts and detective ability are second to non and his origins have such quintessential eye vibes it just fits so well. i mean, the stalking, the figuring out of identity. its just so hoarder of knowledge the eye is the one true choice.

the only reason he doesn't fall more into the web is his stalking

nobody can convince me that Annabelle and tim wouldnt get on like a house on fire, property damage and casualties included so its probably better thats he eye aligned. plus the parallel bettwen him and bruce is to good to pass up.

Honorable mention to the desolation if only for his glorious distruction of the league basses.

damian: damian is a hard choice, im split almost 50/50 between the desolation and dark. ironically both haveing a cult or religious aspect just adds to the overalls feeling. while the desolation fits will with his time in the league im gonna have to go full in with the dark over all.

he was never afraid of the dark but in his idolizeation of batman became an almost worshipper of it. ergo the dark, even if the desolation would make such a great character motif for him. it also adds that little bit of angst over him and bruce being total opposite.

along with tim being serving the same patron as bruce means damian was even more fight on site then he would have been normally.

Honorable mention to the desolation of course.

quick alignment,

bruce is eye aligned,

cass is ironically slaughter aligned but in the most round about way possible

steph has big spiral vibes and i will not elaborate

duke also has the partial power set of a dark aligned yet his character seems so much more vast-like i honestly couldn't tell you which is better.

i would also add that oracle is web or eye aligned

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carelessflower · 5 months

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First things first, I’m in awe of how you managed to narrate a story in just 1500 words. Could not be me. That is a great talent babygirl.

Secondly, I usually avoid a certain tags but this one was anyways part of the problemalec event so I was plenty aware of what I might stumble upon. Also, it’s written by you so ofc I’m gonna read the fuck out of it.

Okay, now to the reaxxxx

1. Two leaders faced, one lost, leaving the other begging for mercy, for anything they could do in exchange for their life. There was always a way, of course.

I WONDER WHAT THEY COULD GET IN EXCHANGE HSJSJSJSKSJS

2. Alec remembered his last birthday, trapped between Magnus's heated body and the cold hood of his car, lips stuffed full of Magnus’s cock.

Who wouldn’t want a birthday like that. I’m a whore for Magnus Bane and I respect Alec here. He’s doing it right.

3. “You knew the feds were coming.” Magnus could feel how hard Alec was clenching his shirt, the heat radiating from his body, all caused by him. “And you just fucked off without telling me. You fucking left me there with them.”

I love drama but more than that I love enemies to lover drama. Also mafia shit always hits different.

4. “You’re a coward.” Alec gritted out, and Magnus braced himself for what was coming, what he would end. “You rather get me fucking killed than admit you’re in love with me.”

YOU TELL HIM ALEC. You sucked his dick while on gunpoint. You get his ass.

5. I have no intention of becoming your lovesick boy toy, nor doodling love notes in your diary Alec. I’ve made it very clear.”

Me when someone assumes I have feelings for them lmao.

6. How dare he show up? How dare he not show up sooner?

Something something about Malec and weddings (and not to each other lmao)

7. But Magnus never begged.

Are we sure about this? Are we? Are we? I need to know more of the meetings that happened between the two.

8. Jason, pls run away. They’re crazy, you’re dodging a bullet there babygirl.

Overall, 11/10. Amazinf execution, showstopping storytelling. I have no comments on the smut except that IT WAS FILTHY AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELL JAJSJSKSJSJS

we need more unhinged and crazy writers like you in the fandom. Pls keep being you.

I love you Anh. ❤️🌈🌻 Pls spray some holy water on yourself now byeee!!!

as bestie one commented, i write like i chop words into sentences. i am allergic to not telling while telling something.

they so sick the only thing making nobody catch up to their shenanigans is becuz all the ones caught up are dead lol

what better birthday gift than magnus MAGNUM **** ;))))

alec bebe mouth full heart full but magnus can't say the same

u r so me what is love can we eat it

what are wedding without the groom's ex dramatically show up?

magnus did do some begging ;))) but alec usually too blissed to notice

at least jason not gonna get busted in his own damn house lmao

no amount of holy water can cleanse me im basically elite!!!!! i will rule hell!

#ask #thank uuuu #so bad but he does it so well

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mewintheflesh-2 · 8 months

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Yes hello hi! Someone to share my brainrot with! I have very recently become kinda obsessed with the Mikeyverse and I watched the violet video today and I AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

So like. I've made a post about this but it wasn't enough so I'm gonna yell about it here too (and also give you way more details bc oops it ran away from me apparently) but I have this really visceral mental image of a future confrontation between the two Sky Mikeys and Our Boy is back against the wall and he can't see any other way out, any other way to change his fate, and NightSky is gloating about being inevitable and all that nonsense and how as long as he exists, it's proof that our Mikey will fall to the dark, that he is the man our Mikey becomes.

And that gives our Mikey his final plan.

"Then there's a way out," he mutters to himself, eyes cast to the ground.

The boots of his double just barely in his peripheral vision, Mikey sees them move a step closer, feels the body of the other man loom over him. "Haven't you been listening? My very existence proves that idea false."

Mikey looks up at him, glaring with eyes full of hate and determination, the corner of his mouth upturned in a grim smirk. "Your existence proves I have a future of destroying my beloved sky, all I need to do is remove that future, remove my future, and you will cease to be. You'll vanish from existence like you never were, and the sky will be free."

His doppelganger recoils, "No.. you can't mean what I think you do. You're too much of a coward to do that, you won't even break the simplest of laws, you'd never make that kind of play."

Mikey pulls a quick claw out of his pocket and grips it like a knife, bringing the razor sharp point up to his throat, "try me."

HELLO HELLO HIIIII

IM SCREAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE YES YES YES I LOVE THIS!!!!! THE ANGST THE DRAMA

Always love to have another person with Nightsky brainrot!! It always makes for a fun time!! Totally gonna do something with this if I can today >:D

#mandjtv #team sky #team nightsky #nightsky mikey #sky mikeys #HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEHEEHEHEEE

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love-toxin · 2 years

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I swear Emma was the most irritating character ever. If you keep her alive all she does is go back to the lodge and hide. That's it. While everyone else is out there helping each other or trying to find a way out, all she does is hide. After that I let her die immediately on my second playthrough!

(spoilers + until dawn spoilers)

DUDE WHAT........listen.......if you're gonna make a mean, bitchy character, you gotta commit. at least for a character like abi it's understandable that she wants to hide, but even when she does so in the storm shelter while dylan and kaitlyn are off at the scrapyard she still can make herself useful by giving kaitlyn the bullets she finds later on. the fact that emma just hides (and that her reunion with jacob goes how I've seen it does) is just such a waste of a character imo!!

im gonna be insufferable and compare it to until dawn again, but like cmon!!! emily was also a bitchy character, but she showed empathy for her friends when they needed it most and fell off a wholeass fire tower, survived, and got through the mines to get out while also finding the body of her friend in the process. mike was overconfident and hardheaded but it worked for his character when he went searching through the full sanitorium, came back alive, and went back again just to avenge jessica and save his friends. jessica got dragged around a mountain and fell down a mineshaft and even when she was half-dead she had enough strength to not only defend herself with a shovel, but escape with matt and hide from the wendigo successfully.

like, in a game like this, it's so imperative to use each character's flaws and strengths to their advantage, otherwise why even give them character traits in the first place? if emma's gonna be a mean character then at least make her somewhat of a badass. and as bad as it would sound IRL, it would've been way better if they really showed how the trauma affects each character and causes them to grow throughout the story, because until dawn did it so well and the quarry just fell kinda flat on it. like dylan literally gets his hand cut off with a chainsaw and is completely fine, like they use the excuse that he's "in shock" and then he has almost no complications later on, emotionally or physically. so when emma gets chased by a literal monster out of the blue when she's been separated and has no idea what's going on, i would've expected her to eventually buckle down and decide that she needs to help her friends survive the night. having her hide just makes her seem mean and a coward, which just totally eliminates the appeal for me for her character.

#the quarry #until dawn #anons

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waluijoe · 5 months

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real funny to see how pple act w me when i say like this is my limit im gonna stop there i cant do more than this and theyre like oh boohoo youre tired ?? you wanna go home and sleep, you old man, etc etc. when like ive already said my shit abt being depressed, about fleeing my flat so i wldnt live alone for a few months, abt how i dont feel like a human being so i need to see psychiatrists, abt how i cant take too many pple in my surroundings at once, all that shit thats very clear and precise. but its like all the pple who knew me from Before i got this bad just cant align their idea of me then to the reality of me now. its like an antithesis, like they can just joke it away and expect me to be damn like youre so right i should be full of fun and life and joy rn lets do this ! i totally love myself and interacting with an audience and being a person now that youve shamed me for showing weaknesses and boundaries ! wooh fucking ooh !

and i see the difference with how they answer to Other pple telling them like oh no i dont work cause im too dysfunctional so im gonna go see a doctor, and theyre like oh okay im sorry i understand i hope you find a solution etc. but w me i get the its all in your head you coward, you could do sm more than this, you should be just like me (functional). man. its fkcing annoying.

yes i can pretend for a while, yes its true i dont air out my laundry every time i talk to pple cause i dont see The Point i dontfeel comfortable telling everyone the absolute shit thats in my head and body all the damn time for them to be like oh Okay so now that you spill every single detail i finally trust you when you say youre not fine. no ?? fuck off w that. i dont owe pple the sickness voyeurism for them to respect me idk. its so fkcing annoying. its like the theory is fine as long as you dont have the symptoms cause really thats kinda annoying to deal with for real. well i deal w it for real. and i dont even force anyone to deal with it deeply, not even 10% of what i deal with, so miss me w the shit. hhhh

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 3 years

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Could you write a reunion fic as a sequel to the Heisenberg 'alone time' that you wrote? While smut would be wonderful, I'd just be grateful for apologetic Karl forced to be humble for once in his life.

(Also im DYING to know what he did, did OC/Reader discover his Soldats or about Rose? Im so curious and itching for more)

Your writing is awesome and I hope to get to read more Heisenberg goodness from you!

A/N: Thanks so much and I'm glad you guys are enjoying what I'm writing, sorry if it took so long and I'll be happy to answer more asks (including angst and fluff) for RE8. Sorry if this is so damn long but hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Also decided to make it gender neutral as I didn't want anyone to be left out.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, The reader riding Karl, The reader not afraid to talk back to Karl, Stitching, Cursing/Inappropriate Language, Oral, Kissing, Arguing, power bottom' Karl, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Fluff, and nearly 8000 words.

It's been far too long since you have seen that man and you hoped not to see him for as long as you both may live, for a time you thought it was just 2 people with different paths that force them apart but in a way you couldn't be more wrong. You understood and still understand his need to get rid of his troubling and frankly corrupt family, you both shared a dream to run away from the Village and to live somewhere with beautiful sights. To have some form of happiness even if it doesn't last, sure normal life may seem boring but it's all that you both wanted, happiness away from reminders of Miranda and the rest of his seemingly fucked up family. But what it took to for him to get it, his plan that he seemingly thought was so brilliant only made you boil with rage and painful reminders of your past is brought from the dark corners of your memories and into the light of your mind. Children. They're so innocent, good, and pure ... they bring out everything in people, children are something that you hold near and dear to your heart. Children are everything that the world isn't, at least until they're forced to grow up and deal with the cruelty of the world. This wasn't the first time that you had disagreed or fought with Karl in your mind, but what really caused you to boil over was his plans.

A heavy huff slips from your lips as your heavy steps full of anger echoed throughout the factory, your hands are balled into tight fists and your fingers trembled along with your body, you just couldn't fucking take it. You weren't going to stand by and turn a blind eye to sacrificing an innocent child for your happiness, you weren't going to and Karl as usual tried to convince you into it. Make it seem like it'll be worth it in the end. He's stomping after you, following after you like a dog and you can hear him desperately trying to get you to stay, you keep your eyes forward and keep making your way towards the exit. Just as the door is in sight, he reaches out to grab your wrist causing you to gasp before trying to pull out of his grasp, he pulls you firmly towards him and makes you meet his eyes. His green eyes are clouded with ... desperation, they're soft and vulnerable but it didn't phase you. Not one bit. "Come on, (Y/N) ... you know that I'd do anything for you. ... You know I love you ... that's why I have to do this, kitten. You have to fucking understand ...!" He pleads with you, you turn away from his face, that bitter taste still remains on your tongue and his words fall deaf to your ears. "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! You're in your own fucking bubble ...! I can't do this! I can't live with the fact that the man I'm in love with is willing to sacrifice an innocent child for a chance at happiness." You growl at him, your words are breathless and harsh and it stings like poison to his soul, his expression begins to slowly fade into resentment. A look you had never seen before, especially towards you. "Listen to me! ... The fruits of our labor shall come ... but it all comes with a little sacrifice." He barks, his grip on your wrist slightly tightening with his anger rising as he tries to plead with you, get you to understand but you could care less. "Then I don't want to share that kind of happiness or freedom with you at all ...!" You bark back, your words are dripping in poison and there isn't much care behind them, a huff leaves your nostrils and you once again try to get out of his painfully tight grasp but he wants you to hear him. Fuck. "I thought ... fuck ... I thought you fucking loved me. All those nights, all those late-night talks, the passionate love we made ... I guess it meant fuck-all to you, huh? I guess you never gave a fuck about me ... I wanted you to ... I wanted you to understand." Karl seethes, his words are in a low growl and his green eyes are clouded with bubbling rage and fury. Fuck.

"I did love you, Karl. I still do but you have to leave or do something, I don't fuckin' know but there should be a limit to the price you're willing to pay for a chance at freedom. ... I'm not willing to. This ... this brings back too many painful memories, I would never let myself live if I let her die." You almost sob, your anger that was once boiling and alive was now being put out by the melancholy that rested deep within your soul. That baby reminds you so much of ... your history. You never told him about your past and the trauma you somewhat suffer from it that makes you long and ache for freedom. But now wasn't the time. At all. "I can't do that ...! You know I can't ...! You can't leave me, (Y/N) ...!" He shouts at you, desperately clinging to his relationship that is burning, crumbling right in front of his very eyes, he's trying so hard to save it but the thought quickly floods in what if he can't save what you have? His jaw clenches and his throat begins to tighten, breaths become hard to even get out and you can hear his low growl of rage and sorrow echo through your ears. Your throat had tightened the moment he reached out for your hand and now the tears were swelling in your eyes, leaving them uncontrollably. "I love you, Karl. But this is the end of us. The end of our story together." You managed to choke out as his expression softens yet he's stiff, a frown is plastered on his lips, and doesn't seem like it's leaving anytime soon. Regrets plague his mind, "I regret ever opening up to you. Fuck, I never should've let you into my life especially if you were gonna fuck me over and leave me alone." He thinks to himself and immediately lets go of your wrist, he forces on a blank expression and forces his tears to be hidden away, he pushes away his heartache and goes back to the only way he knows how to not fall apart, to not lose himself and to become weak.

"I never wanna see your fuckin' face again. Leave. Don't even think of coming back. You fuckin' ... you fuckin' hurt me ..." He grunts and growls at you, even lightly pushing you towards the door before turning his back on you as he crosses his arms. Fuck. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused." You manage to say in a whisper, wiping away your tears and sniffling to yourself before leaving out that door and never looking back, it was hard leaving him behind to wallow and experience his pain alone that you caused. But you stand by your choice that you couldn't stay if he had to use Rose for his plans. Still, he plagued your dreams, still had nightmares about that man, about losing him in so many graphic ways. You tried to live your life, going to work and just trying to find a way to live without seeing Karl ever again at least you thought. You never forgot him. It was around 2 in the morning and you managed to sleep for just a few minutes until your phone rang obnoxiously loud, ringing and vibrating against your nightstand. You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and an annoyed groan left your lips before you picked up your phone, though you had lost his number you knew it was in that village and it meant that he was the only one calling you. You almost want to toss your phone across the room, a familiar bitter taste begins to coat your tongue and you slowly take in a breath staring at the phone in your hand. "God fucking damn it." You curse bitterly, regretfully pressing the answer button on your phone, scratching at your head you answer with a bitter and low "hello" that is answered with heavy ragged breaths. Coughing soon follows after and echoes through the phone. "What the he-" You begin to ask before you're interrupted by his sudden cursing and rage-filled words. "Stupid fucking Ethan Winters ... the bastard ... couldn't even ... finish the job ..." He coughs into the phone, blood pools in his gut, fuck he was ruining one of his favorite shirts and an empty swallowing pain aches through his stomach. But he barely cared.

"The fuck are you rambling about, Karl ...?" You ask harshly, standing up on your feet as you press the phone to your ear, waiting for an explanation. "Oh, fuck off! You wouldn't understand ...! Or care!" He howls back before you can hear him cough once again before a wince soon slips from his parted lips, an agitated expression twists onto your face. "You must've thought I would care if you thought to fuckin' call me. Tell me what's up or I swear I'll fucking hang up." You bark at him, clenching your fists tightly as heavy ragged breaths left your body in the presence of your anger. " ... If you do give a damn ... then your ex is bleeding the fuck out in his factory ... with no knowledge of medicine and shit." He coughs out, he presses his hand firmly onto his large wound, fuck was he in bad shape and Ethan Winters had fucked him up but like a coward left him alive. "I might be there. Keep pressure on the wound and try not to die, dickhead." You huff in a ragged breath before hanging up quickly, in a way you thought it was karma for him wanting to use a baby and possibly murder a baby to get rid of his toxic and frankly not real family.

You sit back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh leaving your lips and a question on your mind. Was it gonna be worth it? He could be trying to trick you, you thought to yourself and really questioned if you should drive there and help him supposedly. As much as you wanted to be bitter, to hold onto that resentment but your heart and soul ached to see that filthy man, it called out to him desperately. Your heart sang to see him, to hear him despite your mind's warnings and reasonable viewing of the situation. Like a dumbass, you listened to your heart and began to get dressed, you threw on some old coat and a pair of washed-up skinny jeans, you grabbed a med-kit and some stitches and quickly rush to drive to the hidden and eerie village. With your foot pressed hard on the gas pedal, you kept wishing and praying that he'd be fine, that the waste of gas and the risk of being pulled over by cops worth it. When you finally make it to the factory, it's grim and dark and seemingly stopped working, the smoke that came from the factory is gone, the noise and the racket that his factory produced every second. You quickly get out of your car, medkit, and tools in your arms as you enter, you can hear his heavy strained breaths echoing through the factory that is now seemingly dead. Lifeless. A series of coughs leave his lips as he sits slumped up against the side of his bed, his blood drips and oozes off his hand, covering his stomach wound as the pain just continued, it still ached and stung like salt on an exposed wound. His head is dizzy with a haze over him, fuck was his head aching like a motherfucker and everything on his body ached and cried out in pain. "Karl ...?!" He hears you shout desperately searching for the man, he could hear the distress in your voice, the panic that came in your hurried and seemingly quick steps. "I-I'm h-here ..." He weakly responds in a low whisper, blood begins to coat his tongue and the unfamiliar taste of iron rests upon his tongue. You hear his cry weakly and you quickly rush to his bedroom, heavy breaths leave your lips in your pursuit to find Karl before he bleeds out or chokes on his own blood. What an idiot ...

He's in seemingly worse shape than when you left, his lips are beginning to become tainted with his own blood, many small wounds were all over him but the most concerning was the one on his stomach. He's coughing and trying to take in oxygen, trying to taste something other than iron on his stomach and he turns to find you, standing there before him. Damn. He forces on a wide toothy grin when he meets your gaze, damn he could feel the tension and could see that dark haze in your eyes, full of disappointment and resentment. "So we f-fuckin' meet again, huh?" Karl coughs out as a short series of chuckles soon follow after, he's trying to keep what little pride he had intact. He couldn't be seen as weak after you broke him, you left him in pieces and chose to leave him because of some stupid sacrifices he had to make in pursuit of the happiness and freedom you deserved. "So we do, asshole ... let me guess, the plan that you were so persistent on working didn't fucking work ... what happened to never come back?" You growl at him, crossing your arms as bitterness seemingly runs through you, you could feel your heart thump in your chest and your hands curled into tight fists. " ... That doesn't m-matter right now. I just n-need your fucking help!" He snaps, his words strained and choked before a series of coughs soon leave his lips. You slowly take in a breath, considering whether to just hand him the medkit and fucking peace out but you know the asshole lacks medical knowledge and would die. You let a deep sigh leave your lips before you kneel beside him, putting one of his arms around your shoulders, and with a loud groan of pain, you set him down on the bed, lying him down on his back and making sure he was comfortable. "I'll only be able to take care of this and stop you from bleeding out. You'll have to be still, Karl otherwise I'll fuck up." You advise him, getting up to go wash your hands and make sure that you don't get him infected whilst you're at it, you come back into his bedroom and open the medkit and begin to get to work on the wound. Karl would've never thought or had the pride to call up his ex, the one person he told himself he'd never need again is forced to put his pride on the side and is forced to let his ex attend to his wounds. All he can do is frown deeply, turning away from you to stare out the window, and all he can think is that Ethan Winters is still out there. He's gonna kill Miranda. That was his job, that was something he spent his life working towards doing, getting rid of that bitch Miranda and stealing her precious power. He's forced out of his thoughts when you begin to rub alcohol onto the wound causing a sharp stinging sensation to shoot through him, he grits his teeth at the stinging and almost burning sensation plaguing his body. "Warn me next time, will ya?" He says before a heavy cough soon follows, you sigh deeply as you continue to rub the alcohol on his wound gently, making sure it doesn't get infected and die from an infected wound.

"Warn you? ... It's just rubbing alcohol not a lighter." You respond, rolling your eyes at the man before you as you set down the towel and begin to pull out your thread and your needle. If he thought the alcohol was painful then he is truly in for a rude awakening. "This is gonna be painful, Karl ... I'll try to be quick with it." You state, somewhat warning him of the pain to come. "Please do ... I can't wait until you fucking leave ..." Karl bitterly spat, still unable to accept the fact that he needed you, that you were right, that he wanted you back into his life because, in his mind, it's better to bottle it up. "I won't treat you if you act like an ignorant dog." You spat back, your eyes meet his for a moment as an expression of anger twists onto your face, he begins to try and speak before a wince fell from his lips at the sensation of the thread going through his skin, he slams his fist down onto the bed and hisses at the pain once more. "Says you, you literally came in here pissed. Maybe just shut up and do ... ah!" He begins to say, his words are filled with anger and irritation before another sharp sensation of pain shoots through him. "Look, my bad alright but it's not every day you want to see your ex who was willing to ..." You begin to retort back at him, giving him a mean glare before he barks back. "You have to make sacrifices for everything! ... Now Ethan is going to get his daughter, probably gonna murder Miranda when I deserved the right to kill her. To watch the bitch suffer and choke on her own fucking blood." He growls, bitterness comes to him like air and he lets out a huff through his nostrils, a bitter and sour expression twists onto his face as he thinks of the fact that Ethan nearly murdered him, he thinks to the fact Ethan is going to steal what he worked so hard to get. "Whether you kill her or he does, she'd still be dead. ... You need to just ... let go of it and be grateful he let you live ... besides can't you finally be free out of that woman's grasp?" You say, less bitterness in your voice than before as another painful wince slips from his parted lips, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets out a heavy ragged breath. "That's if that fool can kill her. That's why I needed Rose. I needed her power to help me kill her. I needed it." He growls, slamming his fist against the wall in frustration.

"Did you ...? If Ethan nearly killed you then you severely underestimated how powerful he is ... probably can rival Miranda's power or maybe it's ... it's because he loves his daughter so much, it drives him to keep going." You say, your once bitter expression faded into something more dreary as you are reminded of your past, you would've done anything for that child. He scoffs to himself, turning away from you as you stop stitching him up as a truly bitter and painful expression twists onto your beautiful face. You force his face towards your own and gaze deeply into his eyes, you want him to feel, to see the pain that you felt and he did feel it. "You act like it's so terrible to be human ... it's so terrible to fall victim to your emotions ... that man loves his child just like how you loved me. He would've sacrificed anything for that child, he was willing to try and kill you, he was willing to kill Lady Dimitrescu, he was willing to do it all. That's what being human is. That's what's strong, so fucking strong." You exclaim, slowly inhaling a breath into your nostrils as silence quickly fills the air between you both, you can see the realization in his eyes flicker before him and how he softens in a way. Licking your lips, you push him back and hide that urge that was a habit you had, leaning to kiss him whenever your eyes met his whenever you saw how he softened before you. You missed that so much. You didn't say anything more, you go back to stitching up his stomach wound with an unreadable expression on your face, it was a mixture of pain and frustration and Karl saw it but most of all he saw your pain. It reminded him of his own. He would do anything for you. If you wanted him he would take you back in a heartbeat and he was afraid to admit that. Afraid to admit that he was still weak to you, still weak under your human ways that he used to relish in with you and he was afraid of being open, being hurt, being vulnerable, and falling victim to you in case you left him again. In a way you were weak to him too, stubborn as well but more willing to open up to him, to be vulnerable in front of him, willing to take the bait if it meant you would get hurt again. You were almost numb. To it. The pain that he had caused you but it was still there, stinging you at whatever moment it got and you let it become what you see Karl as. Another reminder of your pain, another man willing to sacrifice whatever for a taste of freedom and revenge. But despite that you loved him.

"I apologize for acting like a bitch when I came in here. I just ... I never thought you'd call or need me ever again and I didn't think I needed you either." You say in a somewhat soft breath, you meet his eyes for a few moments before turning your attention back to his wound and he turns towards you, licking his lips before he runs his finger over his bottom lip. "Thank you." He says smartly with a prideful smile soon curling onto his lips before you roll your eyes at him, you bite your tongue to stop any laughter from coming out. "Come on, you have manners don't you Karl? You acted like a bit of a dick too. Or is it too low of Mr. Karl Heisenberg to apologize?" You tease, a natural warm smile curls onto your lips for a few moments, Karl's heart feels light once more and it pulsates in his chest at the once familiar sight he used to see all the time, he missed that smile. Chuckling, he looks down and can feel the bitter irony taste on his tongue begin to fade away slowly but surely it is. "I apologize for acting like a dick earlier. There. That make you happy?" He says, rolling his eyes to himself before you nod with a chuckle soon falling from your lips, your hair had changed, your fashion sense had as well but you were still the same with that warm smile that made him nearly have a heart attack. "Alright, I should be done in a moment ... I'll clean your wound once again and make sure it doesn't get infected ..." You say once more, your tone has returned to its initial seriousness and he sighs to himself, just when he thought you were letting the mask fall, just when he thought things might be going back to normal. "It's fine, do what you have to do ..." He responds, waving his hand in a motion to allow you to keep doing what you were doing. You continued for a few moments longer, trying to stay focused on stitching his wound up but suddenly thoughts starting appearing in your head, what if things could go back to normal? What if you can be free together now? What if you can share happiness with him? Maybe you were an optimistic fool but having hope that things might change between you two is something that you happily looked forward to.

"Alright, I'm done. You shouldn't bleed out and die and ... I'd say try not to fuck up your stitches. But I should be going if I am not of any help to you anymore, Karl ..." You say lowly, reaching out to seize your medkit before he suddenly grabs your wrist, just like the last time you saw him causing you to nearly jump at the sudden grasp on your wrist. He realizes what he's doing from your somewhat distressed expression and lets go of your wrist quickly. "I'm sorry for ... that. But ... I'll probably need more medicine or more care to make sure I don't fuck up my stitches." He rambles, allowing himself to be vulnerable for just another moment, licking his lips his eyes meet yours once again and you see that familiar desperation in his eyes. But this time, you thought what if you stayed and so you set your medkit back down and let a deep breath leave your lips, you somewhat missed the familiar sound of his factory working and working tirelessly. "I hope you aren't planning on stopping Ethan. I'm sorry but it's just fucking stupid ... let him take care of Miranda and let him have Rose then you have what you want. Freedom. Happiness." You exclaim, sitting on the opposite end of the bed beside him with legs resting on the mattress. "I ... I want to. ... Miranda has caused so much pain, so much agony to me ... she doesn't see me as her son, nor will I ever see her as a mother. She's just ... she's just a crazy bitch who decided to steal a fucking baby and hope it could be a vessel for her fucking precious little Eva." He growls bitterly, a sour expression twists onto his face as he crosses his arms, still bitter to the core and revenge is still tainting his mind, no thought of freedom or happiness crossed his mind. Just Miranda. "I know. All she cares about is finding a body for Eva ... but you could finally be happy away from that crazy ass woman. Besides ... this plan has already been a huge failure." You exclaim in a gentle sigh, licking your lips before taking in a breath and so many memories flood back to your brain whenever you stare at something. Even this bed has so many memories.

"I ... I haven't failed. Besides blame Ethan for ruining an otherwise amazing plan. So much for working together." He spat, rolling his eyes at the thought that he was possibly bested by a mere human makes his blood boil. "This plan has nearly cost you your life and cost you a chance at even getting a sliver of freedom." You explain, another sigh leaves your lips as you stare down at the mattress beneath you, silence fills the room once more because Karl's pride won't allow him to see that maybe he had failed in his plan. "You even lost me ..." You muttered lowly almost in a whisper but Karl heard it and his expression twisted from bitter to disheartened and remorseful. "Look, I get that I hurt you and I hate it. But I needed to do it ... I needed to try and get rid of her! Get some kinda control over my own fucking life! I am done with being another experiment for her to use for her wishes! I ... I just want to be free ..." He exclaims, all manner of emotion is pouring out of him and seeping through his mask of charm, taking in a slow shaky breath as his throat tightens and memories flicker of his family, his real family. His mother, her warm smile that is reminiscent of yours, her warm comfy hugs and just remembering it had tears traveling down his cheeks as he clenched his jaw firmly. Your expression softened at the sight before you, a saddened and pitiful frown curls onto your lips as you can sense his pain, he really lost his life to being Miranda's experiment, to being her slave. A soft breath leaves your lips and you rest your hand upon his shoulder, expressing comfort as he inhales another shaky breath, pain is what became of him and he tried to fix himself only to become more broken.

"Karl, listen to me ... you're allowed to be happy ... you're allowed to smile, allowed to be angry, you're allowed to be happy." You coo, your words are gentle but powerful and your eyes are sincere, warm, and delicate to his eyes. He turns to you, eyes slightly puffy and an expression of pain is twisted on his face, letting a gentle breath when he looks at you, when he gazes into your eyes for a few moments, he's reminded of happiness, he's reminded of warmth, he's reminded of love and family. He still loves you. His eyebrows furrow before he wraps his arms around you, clinging to you desperately as he buries his face into you, still pain torments him when he can and it destroys his life. It destroyed his relationship with you, it destroyed everything around him and it almost destroyed him, he would've sacrificed everything just for freedom, just to have his life be his own. He sees it now, it comes to him painfully raw and honest and he almost hates it because of how he hurt you, the one damn good thing in his shitty miserable life. "I hurt you. I fucking hurt you and you came back for me? I ... I don't fuckin' deserve you ... at all ..." He exclaims, his words muffled into the fabric of your clothes as he can feel your arms wrap around him, your hands gently massage him and the simple gesture puts him at peace and ease. "I came back because as much as you hurt me ... you don't deserve this, Karl ... despite how I left you, I still care so much about you. Hell, when it's you I listen to my heart rather than my fucking brain. With you, it's different ... with you, I could never forget you. At all." You confessed with a soft sigh leaving your lips at the end of your words, your hands move to his long untamed grey and brown locks, you gently run your fingers through his locks and you nearly chuckle at the unique texture of his hair. "I didn't either, butterfly ... I hurt you and I see how I fucking hurt you, hell I didn't care if you left me I was still going to continue to plan despite how it hurt you. I'm an asshat. I wouldn't want to remember me if I did that." He exclaims, a gentle smile curls onto his lips as he stares up at you with a familiar smile that warms your heart, it leaves it jumping in your chest and leaves your stomach with butterflies.

"It's good that you see that and I hate that hurt you too ... I know that I left feeling so bad, so bitter about this whole fucking plan ... but this plan the only good thing it brought to you was bringing me to find your nearly dead ass." You chuckle, a wide smile curls onto your lips as a peaceful and joyful expression is plastered onto your face, another chuckle leaves your lips as a warm familiar smile remains on your lips. He can't stop himself from smiling as well, savoring these moments you share of nothing but pure joy, and he can't help but cup both sides of your cheeks. His fingers gently caress your cheeks, his smile warms your heart and your soul and the familiar sensation of his hands against your cheeks made you melt before him. Silence fills the room as he admires you, your beautiful features, and everything along with it. "Out of everyone in the world, I could never hate you ..." He chuckles almost like a giggly child at a toy store, a wide smile remains plastered on his face and his soul is singing, calling out for you and his heart thrashes wildly in his ribcage. You let out a gentle breath and suddenly his lips are pressed gently against yours, your stomach is crowed and flooded with butterflies, your heart is pulsating in your chest, and everything is calling out to Karl. Moments after, he pulls away from your lips with a somewhat worried expression on his face, he questions was he moving too fast, did you not want him but his thoughts are put to stop when your lips collide passionately against his. It came to you so naturally and once the thought appeared in your head, your heart followed along with it along with your body, and here you were passionately kissing the man who you hadn't seen in over 6 months. He groans against your lips, savoring and relishing the familiar sensations that came as his eyes flutter close, he was such a fool, such a fool to not see that he was risking the only thing that mattered for a chance at even getting freedom. He was but a child ...

Groaning against his lips as you began to clutch a fistful of his hair, the kiss quickly grew deeper and more heated, heavy breaths left both your lips as you gently devoured each other's lips, greedy for the sensations it brought you both. Groaning into your mouth once more, Karl's hands slip your jacket off of you, he throws it to the floor and buries his lips into your neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin earning a soft gasp from your lips at the sharp sensation. "Karl ..." You say in a ragged breath, hands still entangled in his locks of hair as he continues to kiss and suck on your neck, your body begins to heat up with arousal and your body begins to ache for Karl. "Damn ... I just can't get enough of you, can I?" He chuckles, grinning devilishly at you as his eyes glance at your lips once again, he pulls you into another heated kiss that has his tongue prying your lips apart. His tongue enters your mouth, his tongue grinds against yours and your tongues begin to dance erotically together causing both of you to moan against each other's lips at the tingling sensations that spread across your tongues. Karl's arousal begins to show with the bulge that swells in his pants, he continues to kisses you, moaning and groaning at the overdue sensation of a warm body against his. Pulling away from your lips, heavy ragged breaths leave both of your lips and he can't help but notice your flushed cheeks as a breathless expression remains on your face. "Do you want this ...? Do you want me, (Y/N) ...?" He asks in a ragged breath, his hand cups one of your cheeks, as he gazes intensely into your eyes, lust, and desire, clouded those beautiful eyes of yours and it was one of his favorite expressions on your face. "I want you so much ... I want nothing but you and your naked body to be mine ..." You answer, smirking devilishly at the man before you as a low chuckle soon leaves your lips, grinning widely at you he kisses your lips once again, cherishing the smooth and delicate feeling of your lips.

"Mmh, your lips feel amazing, darling ... I missed all of this, the kisses, the touches, the way you worship me ... I missed it all so much." He purrs lustfully as a chuckle soon follows after, taking in a breath he pushes you onto your back earning a gasp from you before he gets in between your legs. He stares at the tank top you wore, it hugged your body perfectly, and hell it exposed a lot of skin, though it was basic it was enough for him. You'll always be enough for him and more. "Arms up, darling ..." He chirps, you raise your arms, and off comes your tank top and your torso was immediately met with multiple kisses and bright hickeys that decorated your skin. Wrapping your arms around his chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, he lightly sucks on one as his other hand explores your torso, caressing your skin gently and with care. Your heart is thrashing, pounding in your ribcage, and heat floods through your being, arousal comes with that and it leaves you aching so terribly with a need for sweet release. Heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, licking your lips as you can only think of Karl, what he was going to do to you, what you were going to do to him. He takes your nipple out of his mouth, trailing kisses down your stomach as he gets lower and lower until he reaches your bothersome pants, letting out a growl he harshly pulls your pants down and throws them somewhere before he immediately buries his face into your crotch. His tongue moves gently, caressing all your sweet spots as the heat begins to boil up deep inside of you, you relished and savored the moist heat that caressed you in such amazing ways. Moaning against you, his hands wrap around your thighs to keep you from moving too much but he thought it was all about making you feel better, tonight was all about what you wanted, whatever you wanted you will have it. "Oh, Karl ...! Hah ... shit ... shit ..." You moan shamelessly, your hands clutch and grasp at his long locks of hair as heavy breaths are pried from your lips along with whispers of his name falling from those beautiful lips of yours. "Enjoying it, darling ... am I being good for you? Am I a good boy? Tell me I'm a good boy, kitten ..." He purrs erotically, his words roll gracefully off his tongue before he buries his tongue back into you, kissing, licking, and sucking on all of your sweet spots. "Good boy ...! Oh, so good ... fuck I missed your mouth so much ..." You whine needily, clutching at the sheets beneath you as you lick your lips, waves, and waves of heated ecstasy washes over you in sharp and powerful waves.

"That's it ...! Fuck, don't stop ... don't stop fucking me with that tongue of yours ...!" You cry out in a series of moans that are soon followed by ragged breaths, you grind your hips against his mouth eager and aching for some form of release, eager for more of the ecstasy he gives you. But he suddenly stops as he can barely hold himself back from taking you right here and right now, he begins to unzip his pants and fights to get them off. An annoyed expression twists onto your face as you roll your eyes and get up from the bed, grabbing him by his shoulders and turning him around towards the bed as you push him onto the bed with a devilish grin. "It's my turn, love ..." You chuckle as you begin to straddle his lap with your arms pressed into his chest and you begin to take him inside of you as a heavy breathless moan of his name leaves your lips the moment his thick cock fills you. It throbs and twitches inside of you, making you nearly jump at the sensation before you take all of his thick throbbing cock inside of you, the way he fills you is like no other, his cock stretches you and fills you perfectly. The way your walls clung and hugged his thick throbbing cock drove him insane, a heavy groan left his lips at the tight heat that surrounded and embraced his throbbing cock. "Oh, fucking hell ...! Shit ... so damn tight and ... hot ... come on, darling ride me nice and hard. Leave me at your mercy ..." He purrs devilishly as a long chuckle soon follows after, lust clouds his remarkable green eyes, his hands reach up to cup your flushed cheeks as a warm joyful smile curls onto his lips. You smile back at him, joy washing over you like a breeze as you rested your hands upon his shoulders and began to chase eagerly and joyfully after your sweet and euphoric release. Your hips grind and roll against his lap, heavy breaths are pried from your lips as heat begins to build and rise through your body, Karl's heavy ragged breaths can be heard along with yours as he wraps his arms around your neck. A low "fuck" leaves his parted lips as his eyelashes weigh heavy on top of his shut eyelids, sharp electric sensations of bliss shot through him every time your hips went lower. Burying his teeth into his bottom lip, a heavy groan leaves his lips at the blissful heat that envelopes his throbbing eager cock, all he can do is stare in awe at your expressions of bliss and ecstasy. It's so amazing.

"Mmh, baby ... you're so goddamn beautiful ... so exquisite. Come on, tell me how much you love me ... show me how much you've missed me ..." He purrs with a devilish smile on his lips, biting his lips soon afterward he places his hands on your hips gently moving them back and forth just to speed things up a bit. Your cheeks quickly become flushed at his words as you lightly squeeze onto his shoulders, heavy breaths still leaving your parted lips as you begin to throw your hips up and down onto his thick throbbing cock. It presses and drives into you eagerly, lightly hitting your sweet spot causing whines of Karl's name to be pried from your lips, licking your lips you entangle Karl into another heated passionate kiss that is so full of tenderness and consideration. "Karl ...! F-fuck ...!" You whine needily as you pull away from his lips, your eyes flutter at the bliss that courses through you as the heat floods through you. Your teeth grind against your bottom lip gently before you begin to slam your hips down onto his throbbing cock that perfectly curled onto your sweet spot as it repeatedly hits that sweet spot making his name fall from your lips again and again. "Oh! Karl ...! Mmh, Karl ...! It's so fuckin good, Karl ...!" You moan breathlessly, throwing your head back at the ecstasy that washes over you in burning relentless waves, skin hitting against skin echoed through his bedroom as your moans and heavy breaths are Karl's melody. Groaning deeply, his hands move lower onto your ass cheeks, wrapping his fingers around the area he lightly squeezes them with a chuckle following after, it's not a minute before he's nearly arching his back and a long whine is pried from his throat. "Fucking hell, sweetheart ...! Ooh, hah ...!" He whines deeply as waves and waves of ecstasy washed over him, he couldn't be happier and everything in his being felt like it could cry of joy. "Karl ... I'm gonna ... oh fuck ... fuck ... gonna c-cum!" You manage to say, heavy breaths fill your throat and your heart thrashes and pounds erratically in your chest, thighs tremble and shake against his legs, and your entire body throbs and aches. "Kiss me, oh please kiss me ... tell me how much you love me ..." Karl rambles in a series of heavy breaths as he wraps his arms around your torso, leaning in for another heated kiss as you continue to slam your hips down as hard as you can moaning shamelessly against his lips. Your entire body trembles and pulsates erratically as you had boiled over, heat travels through you along with sweet sweet ecstasy that left you nearly screaming his name against his lips. Pulling away from his lips as heavy ragged breaths leave your lips, you gaze intensely, it's not moments before your name falls breathlessly from his parted lips and his expression of joy quickly fades into one of ecstasy and relief. Sharp powerful sensations of ecstasy shot through him relentlessly as began to cling to you, wrapping his arms around you clinging to you and to what for a second feels so much like a damn dream.

Wrapping your arms around him, you find serenity in his cool embrace and you find serenity in the idea that things are gonna be okay, that things are gonna change from today to hopefully years from now. You smile into his embrace before pulling out of his embrace, moments later as you gaze into each other's eyes once more, passion and warmth clouded his green eyes. That look in his eyes like he was just so ... happy and like you're the one thing that matters in his erratic and wild world. "So ... Karl, what's next for us? ... After Miranda is dead and all that bullshit ...?" You question with a curious smile resting upon your lips, you rest in his embrace and he can't help but chuckle at your words. "Whatever it is that is next for you ... whether it's fucking staying here or leaving for better places ... you go and I'll follow." He answers warmly and confidently as a chuckle soon follows after his words. "Oh, so I made you my loyal dog, have I?" You chuckle, beaming at the man before you as he can't help but chuckle once more at your words. "In a way, yes you have ... made me weak for you ... made me unafraid to be myself around you. ... You are incredibly special to me, butterfly ..." He says in a gentle breath, smiling warmly at you as you can't help but flush different shades of red at his words. "You're even more special ... I love you more than you will ever know Karl ... and I've loved you all this time ... I hope I will never stop loving you. That no matter how bad things get that we will get through it together." You exclaim in pure joy as you both end up smiling sheepishly at each other before you rest your head in the nape of his neck and he wraps his arms around, hoping for a more optimistic and brighter future than he could've ever imagined.

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenburg #karl heisenburg x reader #smut #re: village #resident evil #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg smut #karl heisenberg x you #gender neutral y/n

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im gonna publish this draft of something i just wrote cuz i have nothing better to do

Waisted Affairs

In some unexplainable gust of confidence (like a dust tornado that blinds you, though you tread through it anyway) he kissed him. And he’s dumbfounded by how easy it feels to hold his face and kiss him, and right as it started, it’s over. Will pulled away, and Mike feels the place that has always, from as early as he could draw, held his dirty secret explode, shatter into a thousand pieces. Now he knows he’s fucked up, but he can’t hold himself down. His stomach drops unlike the dry palms that still rest over his freckles. He nauseates himself.

He just kissed a boy, Will Byers. He kissed Will Byers.

Somehow, as much as he wants to fade and disappear completely in that moment, half of him is relieved.

His secret was no longer. And whether Mike Wheeler has fully fucked himself over or not, he feels complete. No longer a jar half full nor a book full of blank pages, but a person.

It feels cliché, and maybe he doesn’t care. Cliché is, admittedly, what he’d rather be than the chaos he lives in. This was the first ‘normal’ (in hindsight, nothing about a boy kissing another in the 1980s was normal. Though he wouldn’t bear himself the burden of going there in the moment because frankly he had no idea if he could take it here and now) thing he’d done in two years.

“Sorry,” he finally mumbled, staring at his untied shoelaces. His hands felt like stone glued to Will’s face, and he cursed himself under his breath. Will couldn’t hear the storm bubbling in Mike’s gut, but he felt it coursing through his bones when he hesitantly drew a hand to his elbow.

(His head screamed ‘coward!’ as he blatantly hoped it would speak for itself, though Will didn’t miss the tear that slipped from Mike’s eye and landed, stained the concrete under them.

Will’s mouth opened to speak but the weak silence never dissipated. His chin trembled as he inhaled harshly and his throat held no voice.

“Mike stop—“ he exhaled, “—stop crying.”

Mike’s hands lowered to his shoulders. Will’s voice wasn’t full of anger, and it made Mike knot his eyebrows together in confusion. Still, he didn’t look him in the eyes. His head continued to hang as he whispered, “I’m sorry—“

“Shut up Mike.”

Mike stared at him sheepishly through his eyelashes; Will’s eyebrows turned down melancholically, and his lips were parted.

Will moved his free hand under Mike’s chin, in an attempt to raise his face, so he did. Mike looked into Will’s eyes and another tear shamelessly fell down his cheekbone.

Will stared at his lips, quivering in— fear? Sorrow? Regret? He couldn’t tell at first glance, so he looked again.

He didn’t think before he slammed the space between them closed, and this time, Will kissed Mike.

He dragged it out for as long as his guilt-ridden body could stomach until he pulled away again, eyes remaining shut.

“I’m sorry—“

“Shut up, Byers.”

Mike moved his fingers to their original home on Will’s face, gripping it harder as he pulled him back in. And Will had one hand on his shoulder, the other holding the back of his head, combing at the hair that was on the cusp of curls.

Will felt Mike’s lips snake into a grin. They didn’t stop.

#this is so fucking cheesy lmao #byler #byler fic #byler tumblr #will byers #mike wheeler #title stolen from a song #haha im so fucking original #enjoy u queer nerds #dont judge me bro #i haven proofread it either

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