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What would happen if I wrote some Lady Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg and Carlos Oliveira? And if I did write some fics of them, what should I write? (I'd like some requests (and I'll get around to them as soon as possible))

Your Boys

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader x Carlos Oliveira

A/N: I’m gonna have this set in Resident Evil 3. I’ll write a Lady Dimitrescu fic soon, I just gotta think of something😅 A/N 2: I searched up Karl’s eye colour and the closest thing I could think of is green when I saw a photo of him without glasses

Sitting impatiently on the train, your leg bounces up and down; something that happens when your two boys take longer than they said they were gonna take, and of the world you currently live in.

Overall, the leg shaking eases you a bit.

Sitting uncomfortably, you stand up to walk back and forth of the train cart. “I swear, once those boys come back, I’m gonna kill them.”

“Now, why would you want to do that?”

Jolting in one place, you quickly got your handgun, the barrel aiming at Karl’s head. “You stupid fuck.” You put your gun back in its holster.

“Why is he a stupid fuck?” Carlos’ voice behind you had you jolt in your spot again, your knife in your hand and the tip towards his way.

“Both of you are stupid fucks!” You smack the back of Carlos’ head and kick Karl’s thigh. They both groan at the pain from the hits; Carlos rubbing his head, Karl massaging his thigh.

“Sorry, sweetheart, about scaring you and not being here on time.”

“How did you-?”

“You pace around when you get anxious, and this isn’t the first time that it’s happened.” Carlos cuts you off, his hands on your hips with his chest against your back.

“We just didn’t want to say anything, sweet.” Karl takes his glasses and hat off, showing his green eyes and crazed hair. 

A hand buries itself in his hair as your other goes in Carlos’ as his head is rested on your shoulder. You feel his lips press a few kisses to your neck.

“Can we go home now, boys? It’s late,” you break the few seconds of silence. The boys both laughed at your slight change of mood.

“Yeah, we can go home,” Carlos replied, straightening himself up, but not before pressing his lips to yours. Once he backed up, Karl did the same, making you happy that you got your daily kiss.

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hey you! any sfw (and nsfw unless you don't want to ofc) headcanons for Carlos from RE? Thanks so much :3

I tried 😖 and no worries :3

This man loves you, doesn’t matter what gender you are and what’s your body size

The two of you met a few days after the outbreak

Throughout the apocalypse, he wants you in eyesight

He doesn’t want you wandering off without him knowing

If you wander off without telling, he becomes a worried parent ‘cause it’s like losing a child in the supermarket when you go off

If it was the other way around

That man is gonna get an ass whoopin'

He knows not to wander off because you'll probably mistake him for a zombie

Anyway

He's a softy for you

He's a teddy bear

But he turns into grizzly bear (not literally) when someone threatens you

He knows you can look after yourself

But you like it when he turns into the grizzly

When the both of you are at the apartment the two of you found safe and you're lying on your bed, wearing a shirt and underwear

This man will not hesitate to slap your ass

Just saying

Also

He thinks it's really cool (and badass) of you to shoot a zombie when you're looking at it

Or any sort of danger that comes your way

Hello! If you have time, could you do some sfw and nsfw headcanons of Carlos x reader x Karl? Because that's the only thing I've been thinking and they give me so much serotonin 😌💞💕

I'm just gonna do some sfw headcanons if that's alright with you (might slip in some nsfw)

Oooooo

They love you sitting on their laps; Karl would be making something, you come along, pull his chair out a bit, sit yourself on his lap, he wouldn’t care. He'd would have a hand on your thigh/butt

With Carlos, I think it’ll be when he’s cleaning his guns. He'd have his arms around you

They’ll both give you kisses (some on your neck too)

If you’re wearing a hoodie/shirt of theirs whilst sitting on them

Ooooooh

You’re in for a ride (literally)

What else...?

They know you can look after yourself in the zombie/lycan world (if the lycans attack you)

But they worry

When you’re at Castle Dimitrescu, Karl doesn’t like it when you’re hanging out with Lady Super-Sized Bitch (his words)

He’s algood with Carlos hanging out with everyone else

But with you

Nope

You’re staying away from them

When you tell the two to go as you were trying to defeat the Nemesis, you’re gonna get in BIG trouble after you kill him

Along with helping Ethan defeat Mother Miranda

Now

Bedtime

The soft bedtime; cuddles

LOTS of cuddles

And innocent kiss

The intimate bedtime; oh Lord

They fight over on who gets what

You either tell them or tell them they’re not getting any at all

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── goodbye 〳 c.oliveira ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) one last night with the oliveira's

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, canon verse, husband!carlos, wife!reader, they're married in this cause the husband!character trope got me in a hold, written with black reader in mind, oral (f.receiving), hair pulling, carlos using his meat wand to make you forget some things hehe, doggystyle position, profanity, multiple orgasms, praise kink, squirting is involved, breeding kink, he eat it from the back, slight angst if you hold it upside down, takes place before the events of resident evil 3, a resident evil 3 remake line pun is included, wc: 2.2k, minors do not interact or i'm going bite you

YOU STOOD IN FRONT OF THE SINK STARING AT YOUR BEAUTY IN THE MIRROR. It was an eventful night tonight and you were finally ready to whine down after said events. Although, it was only a dinner filled with silence and soft chewing—any time you could actually get with your husband you were grateful for. Even during dinner, you could tell that your husband could sense you weren’t the happiest. With the news that he could be tugged into the dangers of Raccoon City, you’ve lost your appetite with quickness and frankly would rather be at home than eating expensive steaks. Your husband Carlos Oliveira was something. You like to describe him as a romantic asshole at times, but that’s what caused you to fall for him. 

Your hands went up to take out the diamond stud earrings that were in your ears. You could hear your husband shuffling around in the master bedroom, most likely kicking off the clothes he wore to dinner tonight. You just wanted to settle off in bed, not letting the bone-chilling words he told you during dinner get to you. But your mind had its way to wonder. Your thoughts were interrupted by Carlos’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chin resting on the base of your shoulder as you were removing the jewelry you wore tonight. 

“Are you mad at me?” Carlos asked as he met your gaze in the mirror in front of the two of you.

“No.” You firmly answered.

“It seems like it,” Carlos responded as his chocolate brown hues softened seeing the stare you returned at him.

“You know, I always get like this when you have to go away,” You answered truthfully. “I’m just worried you know, I have thoughts—“

Your words were interrupted by Carlos, “I told you to stop having thoughts like that.” 

“You know I can’t help it. What you do is a very dangerous job, Carlos.” You argued back, you attempted to wiggle your way out of his hold but the hold only tightened. “And the fact that you’re getting pulled away from me, again.”

Carlos was silent for a moment, basking in your words before his lips found their way to your neck. “I always find my way back to you, don’t I?” His words were hushed as he continued to pepper your soft skin with kisses. 

“You do, but Carlos that’s just—“ Your words were cut off when you felt his lips suck on one particular spot on your neck that caused you to relax in his arms. 

You could feel the back of your dress get unzipped, it fell to the bathroom revealing your body with just your seamless thong on. Goosebumps decorated your smooth skin as you eagerly stepped out of the dress and kicked the dress to the side. You hated to admit that Carlos had a way to ease your mind when you were stressed. If it was interrupting your nervous rambles with a passionate kiss or having you gasping out his name in the heat of the moment when he was in between your thighs. You hated that he could do that. When a nervous feeling like—him being transported away to rescue survivors in a city that was filled with the undead, he used his passionate ways to cause it to be a second thought in your mind. 

You felt his calloused fingertips tracing alongside the fabric of the one particular piece of clothing that was one thing in between from Carlos devouring you whole. Your eyes met his intense gaze in the bathroom room, and you could only nibble your lower lip innocently before letting him tug down your underwear. Similar to what you did with your dress, you discarded the panties anticipating Carlos's next move. 

His lips begin to kiss at the back of your neck to the back of your shoulder and soon he’s ushering you to bend over for him. Obediently, you did what you were told. Now completely bound for what was coming as your skin was decorated with goosebumps. You were sure if it was because of the faint chill in the large bathroom in your and Carlos’s home or the nervous anticipating feeling that suddenly overcame your body. You felt Carlos’s plush lips press wet kisses down the trail of your spine causing you to nibble on your lower lip. You knew this was heading. 

It was a way that Carlos ate pussy. It honestly depended on his mood and how horny he was. Some days he was the sloppiest eater when he was in between your legs. Nevertheless, it left you breathless. But nothing could top when he took his time when he was in between your legs (well in this instant behind you). When he kneeled behind you, he did just that. You could feel his facial hair tickle your soft skin and you let out a giggle. “That tickles.” You said out loud while attempting to make yourself comfortable. 

“Sorry,” Carlos uttered with a mouth full of your pussy. 

The flat his tongue glided across your cunt and you let out a sigh of relief finally being able to feel him embrace you. The pornographic sound of him lapping up your juices as if he was a dehydrated sound turned you on even more. Your fingers were grasping at anything in your reach just to hold some form of composure. The feeling of Carlos’s tongue tracing alongside the entrance of your sopping hole. His hands hold you in place just so you won’t run from him. 

“Fuck.” You moaned out before you begin to push backward impatiently, so enthusiastic to want him to taste more of you.

Carlos’s beard was stained with your juices with each indulging lick upon your pussy. His cock throbbed in response to your cute moans of his name. He could feel your hips moving slightly just so he could be closer to you. His hands gradually held you in his place while he continued to eat you out. Slow sensual kisses, rabid flicks to your clit, anything to make sure you felt like you were on cloud nine. With the way his tongue was moving, your breathing was growing uneasy. You reached behind you to give yourself some form of balance simply because your orgasm was slowly approaching. Each grind of your hips gained a low grunt from Carlos until you were a cumming mess. 

You coughed up soft moans as you rode your orgasm out, hips bucking exotically just so your orgasm could pass by. When Carlos removed his mouth from you—you felt so naked. Complete empty without his touch no matter if it came from his mouth or his hands being on you.

It didn’t take long before the both of you were both gratifying in wanting to feel more of each other. Your cunt already dripping wet from the previous activity and you hated to admit how eager you were to feel Carlos inside of you. Maybe it was the unsettling high you were coming down from when he was in between your thighs or the fact that he was leaving you. You could hear him shuffling behind you—most likely eagerly tugging off the remainder of his clothes from the dinner. Soon the comforting sensation of Carlos's fat tip brushing against your wet folds caused you to quiver. Your hands clutched at the marble tops of the sink as you could feel Carlos’s girthy cock shove himself further inside of you. 

Carlos and you had sex countless times—as usual, married couples would do. Each time you found your lips gasping apart in pure shock due to his size. He was one man that knew he was packing and he was sure to make you know that. From the different positions to the sensual strokes—each time he had you fluttering around him aching more. 

The hold he had on your waist while his hips begin to push forward. Now the only sound that swirled around the bathroom was the sound of your moans. Your back arched perfectly over the sink while Carlos was thrusting inside of you. His cock pushes upon those pleasure spots that your stomach forms butterflies and causes you to see stars. Your eyes shifted close in pure bliss taking in the wonderful moment of him taking you from behind. Each minute of his strokes had your breath hitching in your throat so violently that for a split second you forgot to breathe. You hated that he could make you feel so good knowing that due to his job he could not make you feel like this anymore. He could be taken away from you at any given moment. 

Was it selfish to think this way?

You could feel your knuckles cramping at how tightly you gripped the porcelain sink in front of your body. Your knees trembled with each buck of Carlos’s hips. Your body was completely coated in a sheet of sweat and you were a drooling mess slurring out Carlos's name in such a sweet tune. You were sure the sound of your moans only caused him to fuck you even better. It was just something about how you moaned out his name to cause him to be even more pussy drunk for you. His grip on your waist tightens each time the tip of his cock taps at that one spot that caused you to tremble under his touch. 

His fingers combed through his hair which seemed to stick to his forehead due to the sheet of sweat that covered his forehead. His brown hues averted down to the space in between the two of your bare bodies. The wonderful sight of seeing his cock inside you nearly drove the man insane. He was stuck in awe as his thrusting stopped just to stare in complete awe at his cum covered cock inside you. 

“Carlos—why’d you stop?” You whined as your hips began to impatiently back up upon his cock. 

Carlos couldn’t tell which was more of a turn-on—the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other or the wet squelching noises of your juices and his cum each time you rocked back for your ass to be met with his waist. Either or, you were driving him crazy, moving like that. 

“You’re so impatient huh?” His hand tangles in your coils to tug you upwards so you can see the view of yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Look at you, so desperate for me. Taking me so well.” 

Your teeth nipped at your lower lip now holding back your moans. Stubbornly enough, you didn’t want to give your husband the satisfaction of cockily knowing how wonderfully he was pleasuring enough. You only continued what you were doing—bucking your hips backward onto Carlos’s cock. Your juices stained the inside of your thighs with each rock backward and your moans croaked in your throat continuing to not get Carlos the ego boost on how he was making you feel. 

He took notice of that grabbing a hold of your hair once more tugging you closer to his broad chest. Your bare back was pressed against his chest and the thrusting only continued. You were forced to look at yourself in the huge bathroom mirror and you hated to admit how fucked out you were. Your hair that was once neatly done was a disheveled mess on your head. Your mascara that shaded the outline of your beautifully shaped eyes was smeared down your heated cheeks. You could feel Carlos’s breath tickling at the brim of your ear, already expecting some cocky comment to drive you even more insane from him. Once again, your eyes met with his and you felt yourself grow wetter. 

“You look so beautiful, mi amor.” His words whispered in your ear and instantly you could feel that tempting core in the pit of your abdomen tightens. You were about to burst and Carlos knew this, just by the way his intoxicating strokes slowed down. 

“Carlos...I’m about to—” Your words sounded like a broken record that was playing on a record player. Broken words and pleasurable sobs tremble out of you before you felt the burning pit of your orgasm explode. 

You could feel yourself fluttering around Carlos’s cock. Your body went through a group of spasms, body in complete trace while Carlos’s thrusting didn’t stop. You could feel his hand trace your naked body until his fingers found their way in front of you. His fingers were soaked with your essence before he begin to rub your clit in a circular motion. “Let it all out, baby. I know you want to.” He coos in your ear. 

And you did just that, another orgasm overcame you just in time to feel the warmth of Carlos’s cum. The thing with your husband is that he adored making sure that you endured every second before both of you came undone from the pleasurable bliss of being intertwined with each other souls. Similar to the quick movement his fingers rubbed on your clit, the wetness that oozed out your body came out quicker. Carlos held you so tightly as you came down from your temporary high of him making you feel like the most important woman in the world. His kisses on the back of your shoulder were so so soft—you could feel his facial hair prickling at your delicate skin. 

At this moment you realized that when he left, you could lose him. You appreciated that Carlos was just holding you at the moment, especially given that you were beyond exhausted. 

“I’ll return to you Y/N. Won’t leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world.”

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Are you able to draw puppy Carlos from RE3 remake? Also may you try and do Wolf Nikolai from RE3 ask well?

Unfortunately I don't really know who Nikolai is (haven't even finished RE2 Remake... PC deleted the save now I have to play from the start ueueue)

But I know a lil bit about Carlos! sorry if it's not accurate but I thought of him as a Pitbull hybrid! Bulky and looks scary on the outside but is actually a sweetheart and very affectionate and will cling to you if it weren't for puppy Leon already doing it. I can see both of them fighting for your attention but both will reluctantly share if you look at them with disappointment.

Leon's Good boy jar: Ko-fi

What are the best fanfictions you know about Leon S Kennedy, Chris Redfield and even Carlos Oliveira? 🥺

I want to read a lot of good fanfics! Don't be shy to even share your own works! 💞

RE boys x reader (endometriosis headcanons)

Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader - Chris Redfield x reader - Carlos Oliveira x reader - Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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LEON S. KENNEDY

- Leon would found out after three months of dating, when you would refuse to go to a restaurant with him.

- you would lay in bed curled up against yourself and refuse to move.

- "why don't you just take some medicine? The pain will go away in 30 minutes."

- at that moment, you would have no choice but to tell him about your illness, the symptoms and the impact on your private and professional life

- Leon would be hella confused but he would understand and accept it, before trying to do his maximum for you at each crisis

- But Leon is also an awkward person, he's uncomfortable with people in pain, so he would avoid you as best as he could

- The only thing he would feel comfortable with is food, he would bring you everything you need, before pretending to go to work

- He would panic from time to time and wouldn't hesitate to take you to the hospital, if the pain is very bad

- He would secretly buy books about endometriosis and consult a lot of websites, in order to avoid any surprises

- "Does it hurt when we have sex? Why didn't you tell me? Fuck..." he would start to panic, pacing in front of you, hands in his hair, ready to rip it out. Honestly, it would be as funny as it would be adorable.

"Leon, pain during sex isn't for everyone. Take a deep breath, okay?"

"Huh? Ohhhh! Okay, that makes me feel better."

- He'd kiss your forehead and go grab a beer to relax because that's how Kennedy relaxes when he's stressed

CHRIS REDFIELD

- If he was still in his twenties, he would have asked you to stop acting like you just got shot, but the years have softened him and the experiences have made him more compassionate. (Did you know that Chris was a fighter even as a member of S.T.A.R.S.?)

- He would know this from the beginning of your relationship and would be very patient and gentle.

- Like Leon, he would read everything he could find about endometriosis to know how to manage your attacks and relieve your symptoms

- He would give you lots of hugs, kisses and the best massages possible

- He would ask Claire and Jill for advice on a regular basis

- He would buy you relief food, the best painkillers and make sure you see the best doctors

- Chris would cook your favorite meals during every crisis, because the guy has cooking skills, since he raised Claire (and he had to handle a lot of things after his parents died) and would agree to watch your favorite movies, even the ones he hate so much.

- "Is this going to stop us from having a family?" he'd ask after a year of dating. Chris is father material and would love to start a family, despite all the risks involved. This would also be his way of asking you if you would wanna start a family with him.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA

- Carlos would be panicked. Really panicked. He'd be gnawing on his fingers until they were a a little bit bloody.

- He would ask you all the time what you need, what he can do for you and he would do it immediately.

- Like Chris, he knows how to cook and will use his skills to charm your taste buds to make you forget all your symptoms, especially the pain.

- Carlos would find THE solution: to make you laugh, to entertain you. It would start by doing a little dance, salsa while cooking, with a very kitschy apron.

- He would start singing with a sugar baby Russian accent in the most hilarious way (A/N: I have nothing against Russians, I just needed an example 💜) because he's very good at imitating accents

- He'd go so far as to twerk on you, when your pain would be less severe

- When you're better, he would take you to the spa so your body can relax and you can spend romantic moments together (he's a sentimental guy but he'll never say it out loud)

ALBERT WESKER

- You would have hidden your illness from him since you know he doesn't want a weak human, also because you knew how lucky you were that he considers you almost his equal

- The way he would find out? Albert would start planning to bring an heir into the world, without even telling you. First, he'd swap your birth control pill for a placebo without you even realizing it. Your symptoms would get stronger and you wouldn't know why for months, but you'd keep hiding it from him. For a few months, he would keep having sex with you, mostly based on your menstrual cycle. The fact that you didn't get pregnant would raise questions.

- He would start making more and more researches about your health, including your fertility. As an extremely intelligent and scientific man, he would quickly guess that you have endometriosis.

- At first, he would hesitate to break up with you, since you can't give him an heir.

- He would come around to the realization that he's really in love with you and would confront you about it before trying to reassure you, but... He's Wesker, not Chris.

- He would try to develop a treatment, even though it's not his field of research, and inject products into your body to make you hyper fertile. Then he would market his new products on the black market.

- Albert isn't the most understanding person, but he would make sure you that you take your treatments, eat properly and stay hydrated. He would also give you some massages.

- You would have by your side the best specialists because you are precious to him. After all, you are the Goddess of the next world.

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AO3: BetrayedWriter

this fic cured my scabies 🥹🩷

♡ Up all Night ♡

A/N: It was 1D's 14th anniversary recently and I wrote these to celebrate it. Happy birthday to Niall too <3 #foreveraniallgirl. This is just a silly post to celebrate those imagines/fics I used to read all the time 😭Typos and errors are intentional to really bring it back to that era of fics :3 BTW thanks for 100 followers!! :33 I will be doing something to celebrate so please look out for it.

CW: mentions of death / medical malpractice?? (idk), Emetophobia -- none of these topics are in depth. cringe writing fr

Imagine: Chris taking you to your first gynecologist appointment 💙

When Chris heard you were in your twenties and had never been to the gynecologist, he made you an appointment immediately. No partner of his was going to miss out on a Pap smear. If he was going to continue the Redfield blood line, he had to make sure that womb was healthy.

You’re holding his hand tightly. “Chris, I’m so scared…”

Chris shakes his head, “don’t worry, Y/N. I picked someone I trust a lot. I love you and you don’t have to be scared.” Chris heads up to the receptionist, checking you in for your appointment.

“Hello Y/N, we’ve been expecting you. Just go straight and head to the dor on your left and your doctor will be waiting for you.”

With a nod, you and Chris head to the door. You open the door, seeing…

Doctor Albert Wesker.

Wesker sits there handsomely in his white lab coat. “Y/N…” he greets, taking off his sunglasses. His red orbs piercing through you and sending a shiver down your spine.

Then his eyes narrow at Chris. “And Chris…” Sometimes you can feel the sexual tension between him and Wesker but your boyfriend is just a metrosexual.

“Lie down, Y/N. I will make sure your womb is sufficient enough to carry Chris’s seed.”

“Ok.”

You undress and get on the table. Your legs in the stirrups. Wesker’s nose scrunches up in disgust. Gah, Virginia. He never gets used to seeing them.

Chris is sitting on the chair, watching everything.

Albert scoots up in his swivel chair. He spreads your outer and inner labia. He inserts the speculum. The pain is intense (an: for real. personal experience 😓😂)

But something doesn’t feel right. Suddenly there’s a flood of liquid. Then Albert starts laughing maniacally.

Chris stands up immediately, shoving Wesker away. “What did you do to them!?!?!,!” He shouts, seeing the black liquid spill from your entrance.

“You fool. Did you think I was going to perform a Pap smear on them?” Albert laughs, pushing up his sunglasses and a glare reflects from them.

“This was just a ploy to release my uroboros and I thank you for your sacrifice, Y/N.”

Y/N cries. Their body writhing in pain. “Chris….” They sniffle. Their skin covered in sweat.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this to happen.” Chris says, clutching your arm.

“It’s ok, Chris…”

“I..”

“Love…”

“…” Y/N takes her last breath.

“YOUR NAME!!!!!!!” Chris screams, falling to floor.

Rip Y/N. Fly high 🕊️

(mwuahahaha is y/n really dead or are they just passed out? will Chris save the world from Albert and his uroboros? Find out next time on… Pokémon xD)

Imagine: telling Carlos you love him for the first time 💙

It’s Saturday night. You and Carlos are watching TV in Jill’s rundown apartment. She’s never home and it’s better than letting it go to waste. Besides, you’re a poor college student. Carlos is currently on break from his last mission. All he wants to do is relax.

Carlos has been your friend since 9th grade. You’ve been glued to him ever since that faithful day, habouring a secret crush on the vaguely Brazilian/Portuguese man.

If it can be believed, Carlos used to be a scrawny little thing. No muscles, socially awkward, and liked to collect yu gi oh cards and beyblades.

Then one day, he was buff as hell. Like he took venom and became strong (an: venom like the venom bane from Batman injects in himself to become stronger. sorry a nerd xD). It doesn’t help that he looks so juicy like a piece of steak that you wanna sink your teeth in. Just oil him up daddy, he’s a little soup boy, chompa chompa (if you get that reference, ily <3)

Anyway, your on the couch with Carlos. He’s on one side and you’re cuddled into his side. He smells just like old spice 💙. The Nanny is playing on the TV, Fran is just so hilarious! She’s always getting into hijinks.

You can tell that Carlos is starting to get bored, his fingers are tapping on the armrest. You bite your lower lip as you look at him from the corner of your eyes. Every time you’re near him, you get butterflies. You just want him to be yours.

“Carlos?”

He sits up straighter, looking at you. “What’s up?”

For a moment, you’re quiet, wondering how to say what you want to say. All these years of secret pining is just building in your chest.

And so, you sit up too.

“We’ve been friends for a long time,” you start, an audible gulp leaving you. “And we’ve seen each other at our worst, break ups, that time you got stuck in my ear and would not get out,” you giggle cutely.

Carlos raises a brow, “uh huh…” He wonders what you’re on about, really.

“I love you, Carlos Oliveira!” You shout, blushing like a tomato.

A silence falls over the room, only Fran’s nasal laugh can be heard in the background.

Suddenly, warm chunks of vomit are spewed onto the floor, the wall, the end table, couch, and you. He stands up, holding his stomach. “As if I’d ever be in love with you, Y/N!” He’s appalled that you would think so. Disgusted that you thought you were on that level to be his partner.

Carlos runs out of Jill’s apartment. That’s the last time you ever see him.

He doesn’t answer your calls, texts, emails, mail, radio communications, or when you come over. In fact he moves and you don’t know where he lives. Probably in Bratugal (Brazil + Portugal, impressive I know).

Y/N cries themselves to sleep everyday until they end up filling their (Jill’s) apartment with their tears and die.

Imagine: Your boyfriend Leon is the only donor.

Leon’s by your side, holding your hand. You’re on the hospital bed, wearing a white gown. You’re clenching Leon’s hand so tight, he’s lost feeling in his hand.

“Babe, it’ll be alright. I’ll be here the entire time.” He lovingly reassures you. He’s so lovingly reassuring all the time, always lovingly hugging you and kissing you, he’s so lovable!

“But… what if something goes wrong? I don’t even know who the donor is,” you say, your eyes watering.

“It won’t, babe. It’s a simple procedure.” He says, caressing the back of your head. He kisses the crown of your head as the doctor comes in.

“It’s time, Y/N.” Doctor Albert Wesker says, holding a clipboard.

You nod, “yes sir.”

You look at Leon.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That’s the last thing you remember before getting knocked out (not physically, they gave you medicine!).

When you wake up, you’re looking for Leon. Your mouth is sore. Like you were chewing rocks.

Soon, Leon comes striding in. His head wrapped in gauze. Your eyes are wide, “Leon, what happened?”

As soon as Leon opens his mouth, you’re horrified. Just blackness with two front teeth. “Bab I told yew it’ll be ok,” he says with a laugh. “I was the only match for your teef.”

Oh my god, you think. Without teeth, Leon is so scary. Yeah he has those two in the front but… then it dawns on you. His teeth are in your mouth. You’re going to get cavities, gum decay, and no saliva because he drinks a lot.

You grab the plate that’s on your table stand and whack him in the head with it.

Leon dies on impact.

Immediately you regret it and cry for alber to come back.

“ALBERRT HELP ME.” You shout, crying as you crowd over Leon’s lifeless body. He’s so cold. Leon don’t go to the light, bby…

Wesker walks in and stands over Leon, with her uroboros powers, he resuscitates Leon.

“Oh my god, baby. I’m sorry I did that. I was overwhelmed,” you cry, hugging Leon.

Leon smiles, showing his two teeth. “I forgive you.”

Then you guys have hard passionate sex on the hospital bed. You end up pregnant with Leon Scott Kennedy Jr 💙 Congrats.

fr need some crazy reader x crazy fanfics in my life rn like that shit has me FROTHING at the mouth it’s so scrummy

if anyone has any good recs for jjk men or leon kennedy or ghost or whatever that is crazyxcrazy then please gimme gimme!!!!