Don’t Leave

that one csm bit

he’s a babygirl he’s a failwife he’s a losercore dumbass and he’s the most love-filled man to ever exist

DILF CONNOISSEURS WE EATIN GOOD TODAY BESTIES 😭😭😭

Captain Wesker orders you to love yourself! You can't become a villainous God if you don't!

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big bear boy staring at you 👀👀👀

My sweet cheese Wesker

artist cred: open shirt and bloody wesker are by Sardine on Twitter and messy haired Wesker is by Yumi on pixiv! All the others are just CAPCOM or DBD

-basically kidnapping y/n to get information-

Grave: Look, we don’t want any trouble. Just tell us what we need to know.

Y/n: ¿qué? No entendí. (Translation: What? I didn’t understand)

Alejandro: *assuming they can only speak spanish* No queremos problemas, solo dinos lo que necesitamos saber y eres libre de irte, amigo. (Translation: We don’t want trouble, just tell us what we need to know and you’re free to go, my friend.)

Y/n: No tengo nada que decirles gente. (Translation: I have nothing to say to you people)

-after some more questioning-

Alejandro: *is extremely frustrated* I can’t do this! ¡Hemos estado atascados en una pregunta todo este tiempo! ¡Solo coopera! (Translation: We’ve been stuck on one question this entire time! Just cooperate!)

Y/n: *pauses leaning forward* No.

Alejandro: Fuck this. *storms out*

Everyone: …

Y/n: *turns to Graves* He has no idea…

Soap: *laughs*

Ghost: wait, if you could speak English why were you so confused when Graves started talking?

Y/n: Couldn’t understand his giddy up cowboy accent.

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Vienna- 141

This is based on a request:

Angst, death of a character, (spoiler it you, lol), suicide, MDNI

Slow down you crazy child You're so ambitious for a juvenile But then if you're so smart tell me Why are you still so afraid?

Backstory:

It was you, the one who always had everyone backs. But who had yours? It was you, the same one who would get cleaning duties because you took blame for everyone. The team couldn't sleep? oh, there you go at 4 am, 4 hours of sleep and making coffee and tea for your team. One time, a mission went wrong. Evac would happen with or without you five. So, you gave yourself up so the team could make it to evacuation. They held you for 15 hours before you ran off and back to base. Now, the question is, did your precious boys mind it? no, they swore you were already on base, no need for search. Till this day you have nightmares about that day. You cry, make it known you are going through some form of PTSD. Not once have they mentioned getting you help.

Soap was sick one time, real sick. So as you naturally did, you made soup for him, prepared him a nice time. And stayed up all night, despite you having other duties on the morning. This was your life. And yes, maybe they didn't reciprocate their love or affection, but who could blame them. You were so young. In their eyes, you were just trying to fit in, trying too hard and for them it just wasn't going to happen. But that was who you were. A natural giver and lover. That was until this past mission.

Too bad, but it's the life you lead You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need Though you can see when you're wrong You know you can't always see when you're right 

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Things to a turn for the worse. Your own mind messing with you. And you finally did it. Like any coward, you killed yourself. It was fast and sudden. But soon you had met your Vienna.

It was a rookie that found you. Lying on the floor with the gun on your hand. They called Price. He naturally thought it was a prank from Soap. So he stayed in his office, until his men were on the other side of the door. "Sir, they...they really did it" Ghost spoke up. Some regret and shame on his voice.

Turns out, you didn't have any family but them. Thats why you showed them all of your unconditional love. At the bar, the four men told stories about you. "R/n once told me about some place, said they wanted to visit it. It was their dream." Gaz said, a sad smile on him as a drink warmed up in his hands.

"Vienna." Soap and Ghost mentioned at the same time. It was true. You always wanted to go there. It brought comfort and you always gushed about it.

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You got your passion, you got your pride But don't you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true (Oooh) When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

There you were, hiding from the enemy with Ghost and Soap, Gaz on comms. "I want to go somewhere after this place.." you mentioned. "where?" Ghost asked, somewhat annoyed you disturb the silence. "Vienna, I think it's beautiful. It seems kind and clean. I love it!" you smiled, just thinking of how the place must be like. The men stared at each other and discarded the small talk.

There was something, you know? It was peace, heaven, it was home for you. You ran from Austria as a kid because of your dad. And never returned once, it was the story you never told anyone. Because no one stopped and listened.

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It was just 2 days before you funeral. The men woke up, no coffee or tea set for them. Price didn't have the news paper and a cigar by his keyboard that morning. Gaz woke up to no hash browns. Ghost was surprised there wasn't any chamomile, or earl grey on his mug. It was a strange feeling when Soap had realized it was you that finished his papers, the same ones Price would make him turn in at the end of the day for rookie reports. Everything was silent. The telly off, no morning show or new magazines by the coffee table.

It was so...empty. It wasn't comfortable or warm. You did all those things for them. You made sure that at least 10 minutes before they work up, you would heat the common room so they wouldn't get too cold. One time you wiped all the tables and floors, made sure the telly was on the morning show so Ghost and Gaz could stay updated on their local news back at home. You walked in and they watched, telling stories about local bars the spokesperson would mention. So you kept doing it, every morning.

What was so strange was that they had depended on you for little things. Price opened the fridge, and to his surprise the little lunch bags someone would make them were not there. All the men swore it was a fan of them who did all these things, that maybe because they made all the rookies train yesterday, their biggest fan couldn't do their tea, or little lunch. But no, that was all you. You just never mentioned it to anyone.

All those little things were your love letters to them. The warm food, the warm mornings. The feeling of home and safety. That was all you. They had become unspoken words of adoration, devotion and love.

They all sat there. Soap regretted laughing at you. He hated how every time they all made fun of how you were, you'd shut down for a while. Your eyes teary and your lip quivering. He cried thinking of all the stupid times they all belittled you.

Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two (oooh) When will you realize, Vienna waits for you?

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You were having a bad day, it was usual especially on the job. The team noticed how you were singing a song, it was so childish to them so they made fun of you for it. For you, it held such a deeper meaning. It brought you to the old you. The 6 year old you, your parents holding your hands as you splashed around puddles. Your dad singing you that song over and over. How he had reached down and kissed your nose. Held you near his chest as him and your mum sang the song for you.

"oh poor baby, go cry to mummy and daddy yeah?"

the men laughed. "toughen up solider."

"probably has a whole bed filled with teddy's" soap said.

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Soap would regret all his words. Hated how his last talk with you he pushed you away. "not fucking now, Jesus, stop being so annoying!" you just nod and walk away. He didn't know but he was the last one who saw you alive that evening. Ghost hated how he always pushed you around like his personal punching bag at times. Price hated the times he yelled at you, how you looked at him with such teary eyes. He was the first man to yell horrible things to you. Gaz hated how every time you ate alone, he would pass by you and eat with other people. How you still were so kind to him despite his actions. The ghost of a smile on you as you two stared at each other before he told the soldiers a joke about you.

Oh how they wished they showed you how much you meant to them. If only they had just 5 more minutes with you. How much they wished to have you for your birthday. Fuck, they didn't even mind remembering it. One look on your file and there it was. Your birthday and death date all the same, just decades apart. They hated it. How much they had treated you like shit on your day. How soap never told you how much he appreciated you. Ghost and his stories, Gaz and his wild adventures. And price, oh price, how he wished you could've stayed longer.

They knew you reached it. You made your dreams come true. Vienna couldn't wait any longer. By this time tomorrow, you were back in Vienna, buried with your mum and dad. How the sky was probably blue, as their hero returned to their forever home. You would never grow up. No more dreams, no more a lover to hold. Just you in a coffin, away from the last people you loved like a family.

And you know that when the truth is told That you can get what you want or you can just get old You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through (oooh) Why don't you realize, Vienna waits for you?

A/n: so...I hope it was angsty enough for ya! Also, I know this is probably not the song that had ya all inspired, so for that sorry

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