#weepedwords

[taleswrittena]

@weepedwords​ sent our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break.  they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear. for chris and leon (sorry not sorry).

At first, the mist is fine. It doesn’t cloud their vision too much, Leon grumbles something about how it’s fantastic they’re having to drive through such a thing, sarcastically of course. Chris doesn’t seem to pay him any mind, used to his complaints by now and also focusing on the road.

The fog becomes thicker, thick enough that Chris has to roll the vehicle to a stop and Leon groans. They’ll have to wait for this to pass and damn, he’s going to be bored. For a moment, he thinks about fiddling with the radio until a better idea hits him. Lips quirk up in a sly grin as he looks over at Chris.

He can see the man is about to question him because he’s sure Chris knows that look by now - knows when he’s up to something -, Leon doesn’t give him a chance to ask him what he’s up to.

Leon slides easily into Chris’ lap, straddling him with ease. The steering wheel against his beck is a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t bother Leon much, not when he’s focused on other things.

Lips press against Chris’ before he has a chance to say anything, hands pressed against Chris’ chest that travel downwards to play with the buckle of his pants before he breaks the kiss, only to press his lips to Chris’ neck in an teasing, slow, open-mouthed kisses.

“We’re going to be stuck here for a while and I don’t know about you but I rather be doing something instead of being bored.” Leon mutters against his neck, tongue dragging across Chris’ neck, upwards, to where he can bite down gently on Chris’ earlobe and whisper in his ear. “So, what do ya say? Want to have a little fun while we wait? Not like anyone can see us through this fog.”

#HEHEHEHEHE #nsft #feel free to reply ajksjkjks #leon interactions #weepedwords

[finalslay]

@weepedwords sent : ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜

they're at some rich gala, a charity benefit at a museum in metropolis. batman and superman are not present tonight — they are clark kent and bruce wayne, the reporter and the billionaire. the duo stands nearby one another, bruce nursing a glass of champagne when clark finally slides up next to him. it's surprisingly subtle, the younger man's attempt to approach without grabbing everyone else's attention. to the untrained eye, it may just look like clark approaching him for a short interview — but bruce knows the truth of the matter. he's seen that look on clark's face before ; it's one of want, even if the kryptonian thinks he's keeping it well-hidden. sure enough, after a moment of the pair just standing there in silence, watching the mingling crowd, clark finally speaks. the words are almost uncharacteristically filthy ; bruce's head turns in the younger man's direction, a brow raising slightly. he can't deny the appeal of clark's suggestion, hence why lips twitch into the slightest of smirks before replying, “ can you imagine the headlines? god, it'd be a scandal. ” a sip of his drink, calm and collected, all the while bruce subtly moves his free hand, only to slide it into the back pocket of clark's pants. “ i wouldn't be opposed to ... stepping away from the party for a minute. what do you say, farm boy? care to join me? ”

#weepedwords #weepedwords : clark. #╰ * bruce wayne : ic ⧽ the dark knight. #╰ * bruce wayne : ship ⧽ clark kent / weepedwords. #suggestive tw #// i was cleaning out my inbox and i found this and HAD to answer it.

[unprocione]

𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗟𝗜𝗡 ( @weepedwords ) texted: do you want to come over?

【 SMS. @ 9:00 PM. 】 : Wow. That was quick. I haven't even unpacked yet. 【 SMS. @ 9:02 PM. 】 : Is this a 'come over' like takeout and watching reruns on the sofa with you, or a 'come over' like I need to stop and pick up a box of durex? 【 SMS. @ 9:03 PM. 】 : Either way, I'll be right there, just let me shower first. <3

#tw: suggestive #weepedwords #» 🕊️ ﹕ incoming transmission. (inbox.) ❧ #» 🕊️ ﹕ were you bitten or scratched? (ic.) ❧ #i feel so sorry for the people who have to monitor their text messages and phone calls since they're employed as government agents :/ #they don't get paid enough to put up with these two

[viruslearnt]

→ @weepedwords - closed starter ( for Chris ! )

Reports neatly stacked on the side of his desk, radio in one corner, the lamp in the other, Albert Wesker once again seemed to be the picture of perfection, of attention to detail, of CONTROL — and that was how he liked it. His role as captain for S.T.A.R.S. may be build on lies and trickery but he took pride in how he led his team. No one was slacking off on his watch, they all knew he wouldn't accept a subpar performance and that he excpected nothing but the best from his people and not only had his strict rule brought fresh air into the team but it had also handed him the key to their trust. They were under the impression he cared for them, that he wanted to bring the best out in them and he happily let them believe they were right. Nothing like the blind reaching desperately for any explanation that would fit their predictable, expected world view and free them from the responsibility of having to step outside their box. Besides, he still had work to do here. The more they trusted him the less risk he ran of being DISCOVERED for the liar he was. He was eager to continue this farce as long as necessary to be able to play his cards right and play both his loyal team members and his higher ups at Umbrella for fools.

" Redfield, my office, now. " An outsider might have mistaken his tone for anger, irritation, but his team knew there was a very simple rhythm to his work and his words and he allowed them to read him on the surface, gave them the impression they knew him. He rarely raised his voice, never really had to, they KNEW whenever he spoke they would be wise to pay attention and listen closely. He gestured for Chris to sit down after closing the door behind him. He didn't sit down himself though, instead pulling a file from a cabinet behind his desk and presenting the contents to his colleague. " I've noticed your latest reports were not up to your usual work. " His old coworkers at Umbrella might have expected him to be upset and demand better work at all cost but he knew better than to use his old methods on a team like this. S.T.A.R.S. needed a different approach — " Is everything alright? You don't tend to slack off like this unless you're stressed. Is your sister doing okay? " He prided himself on his memory, had remembered all the little details about the MEANINGLESS private lives of his team mates and knew just when to bring them up to remind him of how 'devoted' and 'caring' their team leader was.

#weepedwords #nothing like wesker pretending he cares lmao #v; pawns in a game ( S.T.A.R.S. ) - WESKER

[chiimaera]

do you wanna be normal? do you wanna be just like everyone else? being a freak is the best. I’m a freak !   — Class of 1983, Hawkins High School ©  ft. bill hargrove, robin buckley, eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, steve harrington, nova mendez ( @greymoralities ), charlie hopper ( @weepedwords ), tara cunningham ( @scapegrce ) and nancy wheeler

#xxxiv. sochies edits #if you see your character #feel free to reblog! #stranger things rp #xxxiii. character ;; chrissy #xxiii. character ;; nancy #playindnd #scapegrce #weepedwords #greymoralities #atlascursed

[biosurvive]

dialogue prompts -> @weepedwords: ‘ i need you, don’t you get that ? ’

There was no probable way that Graves didn't know how much Chris longed to hear words like that from him. How long had he been harboring a crush? Probably, for far too long, and he simply couldn't fathom a world where Graves didn't know, he wasn't dense which meant he liked playing games or just didn't feel the same way. Did he believe Graves could feel that deeply about someone? Maybe, but he feared that that someone wasn't him. A part of him always felt like he was just his old high school friend and fuck buddy, he felt used sometimes, and it left him wanting more and yet even hearing these words he still felt nothing but disbelief. Actions spoke louder than words, and that statement rang especially true with Graves.

He thinks about closing the distance, capturing those lips with his own and telling Graves how much he needs him, how much he wants him, how he's always wanted him even when they were dumb kids. But that'd be too risky, he'd be setting himself up to get hurt when Graves left again, or he'd make some asshole joke about how sensitive he was being. Maybe he'll never be nothing more than an old friend or an ass Graves could fuck, maybe that's all there was between them. Graves says he needs him, but just how long did he need him for? A night? A few days before he got bored of the life here in Raccoon City and he left him for greener pastures and easier men with no commitment? He couldn't take that risk, he wouldn't take that risk. Swallowing, Chris takes a step back, arms crossing against his chest in an immediate defensive stance. "Graves. I think you should go. I... I don't think you even know what you want, let alone what you need. I'm not some toy that you can play with, that's not what I'm looking for and it's not what I deserve."

#weepedwords #OOO F F FFFF #:)))

[infecdead]

⸻ @weepedwords ( billy ) said. ‘ years haven’t been kind to us, i suppose. ’

the blonde couldn't help but let out a chuckle, though more out of sarcasm rather than amusement. "speak for yourself." sure, years hadn't been kind to him before but he has made things better for himself since then. he has a thriving business, men loyal to him and a world that will see that he and his organization will never run out of jobs.

he had paid his price, his humanity so to speak, but that's fine. krauser doubted that he had much to begin with when he went into the military and his training plus the warfare he had been exposed to took care of the rest.

"don't be so quick to crumble, coen, i doubt that we would be standing here if we got kindness instead of cruelty." it's the only means to survive in a world such as this. "now get back up, we got to keep moving unless you're keen to die here."

#weepedwords #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ╱ answered. #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ╱ ic. #𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 ╱ muse; jack krauser. #/ dfmkslgmds krauser pls

[pagetorn]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  

take down. forcefully bring my muse to the ground.

❝ Well,  well,  well...  what do we have here? ❞   She simpers,   a coquettish smirk appearing on her face.   She can smell him now,  that sweet steam that lures her in a way something forbidden only can.   Where has he been hiding all this time?   Aged like a fine wine,  she wonders if his shine is dirty and tainted by his experiences. 

❝ Where have you been hiding,  handsome? ❞   Tongue washes over her bottom lip and she takes a deep breath.   As she takes a step forward,  @weepedwords​ seems to take a step back and it only thrills her to perform this little dance of theirs.   ❝ What’s the hesitation, darling?   Cat got your tongue? ❞   There’s a flash of reflection across her eyes;   a dangerous,  all consuming thirst residing in those baby blues of hers. 

          Rose believes he’s underestimating her and that puts her at an advantage.                                         { Don’t be afraid. }              She lets the thought penetrate his mind and gives her that element of surprise.   Taking this moment,  she lunges,  fingers digging into his arms as one leg sweeps his out from under him and together,  they fall to the ground.   She’s stronger than she looks,  staring down at him with her legs against his forearms to pin them down while her hands press into his upper arms. 

❝ Now then...   I think we’ll be able to have a civilized conversation...   Don’t you think? ❞

#weepedwords #.rose the hat // answered ask #her: can we talk? #also her: takes him down and tries to have a conversation while pinning him down #honey pls why are you so VIOLENT

[taleswrittena]

@weepedwords​ gets a starter for leon & chris​

It’s his first day. His first goddamn day as a police officer and shit hits the fan. Hell, he’d expected to be shoved behind a desk, not thrown into the midst of a goddamn zombie apocalypse. At least the armory had remain untouched, it’s the first place Leon had gone in order to arm himself and replenish ammo. 

The police station is his only refuge in a town full of zombies. He’s had to kill quite a few in the police station itself but at least there’s not any swarms and he can easily retreat behind closed doors. He’s alone here, and he knows it. He has to be careful, there’s no one that’s going to bail him out.

Treading carefully turns into making one wrong move. One step across cracked glass that crunches under the weight of his boot and zombies turn on him like a frenzied herd of animals.

Leon curses under his breath because there’s no way he can fight this many, eyes frantically bouncing around, searching for a way out. Eyes land on an open door and he bolts for it. If he gets to safety, he can think of a way to separate the group and go from there.

He manages to get to the door, slamming it shut behind him. A breath of relief is let out, hands pressed against the door, as his head leans against the door to take a breather for a moment - he can hear the zombies trying to get in but they aren’t the brightest bunch and don’t know how to turn the handle.

Behind him, he can hear steps, and he swings around quick after pulling his gun. Pointing it at the person in front of him. He doesn’t look like a zombie but Leon still studies him with careful eyes - he’s not police, either, so who the hell is this guy? Enemy or an ally? He won’t lower the weapon, not until he’s sure he’s safe.

While on one hand he’s relieved to see he’s not the only alive human here, he’s also very wary, muscles are visibly tense. He’s not relaxed in the slightest. He won’t relax until this guy proves to be an ally.

“Identify yourself.”

#weepedwords #leon interactions

[finalslay]

✏️ + one for soap and ghost and one for clark and bruce?? 🫣

incorrect quotes generator

soap:  and  then  they  ran  into  my  knife.  they  ran  into  my  knife  ten  times. ghost:  you  mean  you  stabbed  them? soap:  they  ran  into  my  knife.

ghost,  to  the  squad:  the  real  secret  to  immortality?  not  dying.  you  want  to  be  immortal?  okay,  that’s  easy.  just  don’t  die.  that’s  it.  refuse  to  die.  there  you  go. soap:  but  how- ghost,  ignoring  them:  “but  how”,  you  may  ask.  well,  easy.  just  don’t  do  it.  refuse  to.  say  “no  thanks”.

clark:  bruce  is  not  a  morning  person.  or  a  night  person.  there’s  really  only  about  seven  minutes  a  day  you  are  fun  to  be  around. bruce:  the  best  part  is  you  never  know  when  they’re  coming.

bruce:  what's  this? clark,  hugging  bruce:  affection! bruce:  disgusting. bruce:  ...do  it  again.

#weepedwords #╰ * soap mactavish : ship ⧽ ghost / weepedwords. #╰ * bruce wayne : ship ⧽ clark kent / weepedwords. #// i did two each just bc it's so fcking chaotic sdhgkjshgkj

[moldcursed]

@weepedwords

it's just another night out, a usual thing after a good day spent out on the beach. he and his friends are sat at a table at their usual bar, drinks all around them. a nice start to the weekend, if he does say so himself. today had been an excellent day for the surf, a fact that they're all busy talking about — ethan's grinning and laughing like an idiot as he recounts his own experience this afternoon, as if the group around him hadn't been there the entire time. he and his friends are laughing and drinking, ethan completely oblivious to some of the people around them up until the point that one of his friends lightly nudges him under the table and tilts his head towards a group of men sat at the bar. soldiers, judging by the dog tags hanging around their necks. “ soldier boy over there keeps checking you out, e, ” his friend teases, a shit-eating grin on his face. ethan's eyes flicker towards the man in question, and sure enough, the guy looks away as soon as he realizes ethan's looking back at him. the sight is oddly endearing, hence why ethan can't help the fond smile that stretches across his features. he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of it, though eyes never once leave the other man's back. and sure enough, when soldier boy turns around once more to glance in his direction, this time ethan is prepared. there's a charming smile, all sunshine and california summer, and a little wave directed at him. there. that should show him that he's not going to bite.

#weepedwords #weepedwords : chris. #// HEYYYYYY this starter kinda sucks bc my head hurts and words are hard but y'know. the vibes.

[viruslearnt]

→ @weepedwords said: ❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜ / from chris to leon <3

He didn't have the strength to argue, not with Chris looking at him like that. His concern, his worry alone was enough to shut down any cynical knee jerk reaction. At least for now. He hated being caught on a bad day like this where he just wanted to be alone and drown his sorrow in cheap whiskey and not THINK for a while. Of course Chris was too good a man to just leave him to his own devices when he had discovered him in his miserable state. No, Chris, being as kind as he always seemed to be, had sat down with him, made sure he drank some water, had quietly disposed of whatever was left in the bottle Leon had been in the middle of emptying when Chris had interrupted him.

" You don't have to do this, you know? " He finally broke the awkward silent that had followed Chris' question, a question Leon had found himself unable to answer. So he did what he did best, avoided the question altogether and hoped the other wouldn't notice or if he did notice ... that he would just let him get AWAYwith it. Grant him at least that one simple mercy tonight. " I'll be just fine tomorrow, just gotta sleep it off. " He was almost annoyed Chris didn't just leave him to it, let him drown in his self pity for the brief time he had where he could just sit around and feel sorry for himself. He was government property every other minute, had nothing that was just his to be selfish about, letting it all go and just sit down and drink was the one thing he could do without having a government official breathe down his neck or some civilian he had to protect entering his life. " Go HOME, Redfield. I'm not a BSAA case for you to solve. "

#weepedwords #off to a good start i see #v; like I'm stuck in a god damn loop ( in between ) - LEON #somewhere between v.endetta and d.eath island i imagine??

[tooxldtorememxer]

@weepedwords wrote: ❛  whatever you need, i'm just one phone call away.  ❜ / from chris to karl?

That was an odd saying in his opinion. Because what would he do if he was halfway around the world and couldn’t do anything about it? Exactly, it was just stupid. Or maybe he was just extra grumpy because he had to watch Chris pack his damn bag to leave for who knows how long. They never knew when, or even if, he would be back. “Yeah, you’ve said that before,” he said and rolled his eyes. The room was dark enough that he didn’t need his glasses in there. He stood leaned up against the doorframe, arms and ankles crossed as he just watched, following him around like a lost puppy but at a distance.

“So do you even know where the fuck you’re going this time? Would you even be able to answer?” you know, he was asking the important question here, and he was bitter so maybe he just wanted to jab at him a little bit.

#weepedwords #karl | character #sound of silence | verse

[biosurvive]

✿ idk for phillip graves i think it would be funny <3

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME // @weepedwords

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

#chris: not caring that he's a mess because he's hot #get therapy chris #weepedwords

[tviirus]

★ we may of not interacted much, mostly cause school has kept me busy but i like seeing your blog on my dash! <3

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog.

I LOVE YOUR BLOG A LOT !!! i can't wait for us to interact sometime !! <3

#weepedwords #━━ ✦ out * mun ‚ we are a god and angels weep #━━ ✦ out * save ‚ i would kiss you even if you were dead #eeee

[heavenprotect-m]

⸻ @weepedwords ( ghost ) sent. “ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world.”

he's only seen him from time to time, a menacing presence within the HCF that rivals even that of krauser and wesker. sometimes steve hears the guards whispering to each other about him, rumors of how he was recruited and whatnot⸺how he 'died' and came back to life, digging himself out of his own grave.

steve isn't sure on what to believe, but he wouldn't be surprised if most of the rumors ended up being true to an extant. if it wasn't for his conditioning and extensive training, he would be asking him questions about them, pester him about seeing him under the mask if only to sate his curiousity.

however, the redhead has experienced numerous punishments and corrections by the higher ups for his misbehaviour, so generally he tends to avoid talking unless spoken to.

still...

he frowns behind the mask at the older man's words, unable to hold back that little spark that appears now and again. "apologies for my forwardness, sir, but i think that's bullshit."

#weepedwords #╰ answered. ╮ #╰ ic. ╮ #/ steve just being quiet most of the time #/ since he knows if he speaks out of line #/ he'll get into some uber trouble #/ and probably have to go through conditioning again #/ but sometimes he has his little moments of rebellion