#Carlos Oliveira RE3R

[crimescrimson]

Carlos Oliveira in Resident Evil 3 (2020)

[mootanukii]

ive noticed this dynamic a lot in resident evil

[kisses-for-you]

Preference: You're injured

Resident Evil Characters X Fem!Reader

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira & Chris Redfield.

Requested ✅

Leon Kennedy:

Leon glances over at you, his expression tense as he assesses the situation. "Just stay close," he says. "Stick together, and watch each other's backs." He brandishes his knife, ready to fend off the Ganados.

"I don't think we'll be able to kill them all-" You're about to finish your sentence when a Ganado comes up from behind you, to which you have barely any time to react. "Y/N!" Leon calls out. You spin around just in time to see the Ganado lunging at you. Acting quickly, Leon pushes you out of harm's way and swings his knife, severing the Ganado's arm.

"Let's get out of here before more of them show up," you suggest, to which Leon nods and the two of you start to make a break for it.

After narrowly escaping the horde of Ganados, you and Leon find an abandoned building. As both of you catch your breath, you suddenly wince in pain, clutching your arm where a deep gash is bleeding profusely.

Leon notices and rushes to your side. "You're injured," Leon observes, concern evident in his voice as he gently examines your wound. Leon quickly rummages through his pack, pulling out a first aid kit. "Hold still," he instructs. You nod, grimacing against the pain.

His hands work carefully as he cleans and bandages your wound, his touch gentle yet firm. Leon's focused expression softens as he tends to your injury, his touch bringing some form of comfort to you.

"Thanks, Leon," you say, offering him a weak smile as he finishes dressing your wound. He returns the smile, albeit a bit strained. His gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer, making sure you're not injured anywhere else.

As the adrenaline begins to fade away, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. Leon sees this and silently offers you a shoulder to lean on. You gratefully accept, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Leon asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern as he looks down at you. "Yeah, I think so," you reply.

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Luis Serra:

Your heart races as you find yourself surrounded by a group of snarling Ganados in the abandoned house. You fumble for your gun but the sheer number overwhelms you. Fear grips you as you realise you probably won't make it out.

But you hear a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" Luis comes into view and with steady hands, he aims his gun and fires, each shot hitting another Ganado.

You feel relieved but that joy is short-lived because as the last Ganado collapses to the ground, it lunges at you; its claws tear through your flesh. You cry out in pain, feeling hot blood trickle down your leg.

Luis reacts swiftly, putting down the creature with one final shot. He rushes to your side, concern etched on his face as he assesses your injuries. "Cariña, are you alright?" he asks, voice filled with worry.

You nod weakly, trying to stand up. Luis gently supports you, his strong arms steadying you as you struggle to stand. "Easy now," he murmurs, his gaze soft and caring. With his support, you manage to rise to your feet. Luis keeps a close eye on you, his concern evident as he guides you out of the house to a safer spot.

As you both make your way out of the abandoned house, Luis keeps a protective arm around you. The adrenaline begins to fade, and the reality of your injuries sets in. You wince with each step, but Luis supports your weight with his body.

You find a relatively safe spot to rest, away from any potential threats. Luis carefully inspects your wound, his brow furrowing with concern as he assesses the damage. "I'm going to have to patch you up, okay?" he says, his voice firm but gentle. He starts rummaging through his pack, searching for supplies to tend to your injury.

As he begins to dress your wound, his touch is surprisingly gentle, his focus unwavering. Nothing is said between you two, but you don't feel the need to speak - it's a comfortable silence. When he finishes dressing your wound, he meets your gaze with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you," you whisper softly, your voice barely above a breath. Without a word, he pulls you into a tender embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You lean in, closing the gap between you, and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

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Jill Valentine:

Jill instinctively steps forward, hiding your body behind hers. "Stay behind me," Jill whispers, her voice remaining steady despite the current situation.

You have no time to even respond as the B.O.W from earlier - Nemesis - lunges forward, coming right at you both. Without thinking, you push Jill to the side and you both fall to the ground - out of the creature's reach.

Jill quickly rises to her feet, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. "We need to find a way out of here," you say, scanning the area for any possible escape routes. Jill nods, her expression determined as she grips her weapon tightly. Together, you make a dash for the nearest alley.

When you can no longer see or hear the B.O.W, you and Jill stop to catch your breath, leaning against the wall of a building that appeared to have been some sort of restaurant before this whole mess.

"Are you alright, darling?" Jill asks, concern etched in her voice as she checks you for any injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though the close encounter with Nemesis has left you quite shaken.

Jill pulls a slight face, as if not believing your words. She takes a closer look at you and as she looks at your shirt, she realises, "Y/N, you're bleeding."

"I am?" You glance down at your shirt, noticing the stain spreading across the fabric. "That thing must've got me earlier." You shrug, trying to downplay the injury but as the adrenaline fades, the pain worsens.

Jill's expression softens, her concern deepening. "Let me see," she insists, gently lifting the edge of your shirt to look at the wound.

Jill carefully inspects the wound, her brows furrowing in concern. "It's not too deep, but we need to clean and bandage it quickly," she says, her voice firm, leaving no room to argue. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a first aid kit, efficiently cleaning the wound and applying antiseptic before carefully bandaging it up.

Not long after, she's done. "Thanks, Jill," you say softly. She looks down at you, her eyes softening with a small smile. "Of course, darling," she replies.

Gently, she reaches out and cups your cheek, drawing you closer to her. And without another word, you lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips against hers in a lingering kiss.

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Carlos Oliveira:

In your cozy kitchen, Carlos and you are cooking together, getting ready for a fun night. You joke around as you chop some vegetables, but as you laugh at another one of Carlos' stupid jokes, you fail to pay attention to what you're supposed to be cutting.

Looking away from the vegetables for a split second, you manage to accidentally cut your palm with the knife. Pain shoots through you and you wince, dropping the knife with a clatter.

"Fuck!" you exclaim, clutching your hand to your chest as blood begins to seep from the wound. Carlos's laughter dies away instantly, replaced by a look of concern as he rushes to your side. "Hey, are you okay? Let me see."

You wince as he takes your hand in his, examining the cut with furrowed brows. "It's not too bad," he says, his voice gentle yet reassuring. "But we should clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

He gets you some paper towel to try to stop the bleeding and while you try to stem the bleeding, he goes to grab the first aid kit. With his steady hands, he cleans the wound carefully, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Thanks, Carlos," you murmur, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

He smiles warmly, his brown eyes softening. "No problem, mi amor. Just be more careful next time, okay?"

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Chris Redfield:

You and Chris are on holiday in a small cabin in the middle of the woods, a place for you to get away from your busy, demanding life. This was the perfect place as it was quiet and a way for you to just relax.

Next to you, Chris is fast asleep but you find yourself restless and unable to fall asleep. With a sigh, you slip out of bed, deciding to go for a quick walk to clear your head.

After what felt like a couple minutes, you start going back towards the cabin but lost in thought, you fail to notice the tree roots in front of you. With a sudden jolt, you stumble, pain shooting from your ankle and up your leg as you crash to the ground. You struggle to stand as the pain overwhelms you.

You manage to lean against a nearby tree and start thinking about how you're going to get back now. Just as you're about to rise and start limping the rest of the way back, you see what looks like a flashlight in the distance and a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" It's Chris.

"Here!" you call back.

You hear his pace quicken, coming in your direction. As Chris approaches, concern etched on his face, he looks at you and notices something is wrong. "What are you doing out here so late? Are you hurt?" he asks, crouching down beside you.

You wince, trying to hide the pain in your ankle. "I... I tripped over some roots," you admit sheepishly, trying to brush it off as nothing serious.

Chris's expression softens as he gently examines your ankle. "Let me take a look," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's swollen," he observes, his brows furrowing slightly with concern. "Let me help you back to the cabin and then we can ice that ankle," he offers, gently lifting you up and supporting you as you hobble back. He wraps an arm around you protectively, guiding you every step of the way.

As you reach the cabin, Chris helps you settle onto the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, he returns with a bag of ice and a makeshift wrap.

"Here, let's get this on your ankle," Chris says, kneeling beside you and carefully placing the ice pack on the injured area. His touch is gentle yet firm, comforting you despite the pain.

"Thank you, Chris," you say, to which he smiles warmly.

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[coryveira]

finally able to actually greet leon to the rpd

[cecibeanz]

Valeveira recovering from raccoon city …🥲

[svnderlands]

rest in peace carlos oliveira you would’ve loved being an epf agent in club penguin

[kennyswurvegurl]

Never gonna be normal about the fact that Carlos is cannonically a communist freedom fighter and Capcom never really did anything with him its insane they just fucking gloss over him despite making him one of the most interesting motherfuckers in the franchise

"Here is an indigenous South American man who took up arms against a corrupt government as a young child. You will only know this if you read the game manuals, play the Wii spinoff, and skim the official novels. You will never see him again after this, even when it would make sense to bring him back. We refuse to elaborate further. You're welcome. Fuck you."

LIKE WHAAAAAAAT THE FUCK

[to-draw-time]

“My god, Jill knew all along. And she trusted me anyway.”

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

these two have real lover boy x hater girl vibes

[mimzalot]

inspired by a tweet

[winterserra]

My world is no longer Carlos-less.

[crimescrimson]

Carlos Oliveira in Resident Evil 3 (2020)

[pumpkinsong42]

Cover them up slut (carlos oliveira edition)

[kisses-for-you]

Jealousy - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

Summary: Carlos gets jealous when one of your friends 'flirts' with you, causing you two to get in an argument.

Word Count: 1,271

Carlos and you return to your shared apartment after a night out with friends. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes, then sinks into the couch, visibly troubled by jealousy. In his mind, another guy had been getting too close to you at the party and Carlos is seriously struggling to conceal his sadness.

He's upset but he doesn't want to tell you why; he's way more sad than angry.

As you ask him what's wrong for what seems like the thousandth time, he just gives you the same vague response - "I'm fine."

It's obvious that's a lie though. You release a quiet sigh, knowing that something is wrong and you're determined to uncover the truth. "Carlos, I can tell something's bothering you. Please, just talk to me."

He sighs and lies straight to your face once again, "I'm just tired, honey," pretending to rub his eyes dramatically. In reality, his mind is in turmoil. It's way too loud and chaotic currently.

And you see right through his lies. He has always been an awful liar. So he can see that you aren't accepting his answer, you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for an actual response.

"...I don't want you to hang out with that guy anymore.." The words finally leave his mouth in a quiet voice. He avoids making eye contact with you while sitting on the end of the couch.

You feel your face twist in confusion as you look at him, trying to understand what could've made him feel this way. "Him? Why?"

"Please don't act like you don't know why," he says, looking up at you with a frown. His jealousy is intensifying and his tone is firm.

You feel even more puzzled at his words. You genuinely can't see anything wrong with your friend. Because there is nothing.

"Well, I can't pretend if I really don't know," you respond.

He sighs, frustrated, and leans back against the back of the couch. Carlos is really upset now, not knowing how to deal with these emotions he's experiencing. He can feel the anger creeping up on him as he looks at you once again.

"He's too flirty."

Flirty? You guys were just talking. What on earth is Carlos talking about?

"He wasn't flirting with me, Carlos."

"Yes, he was! He was checking you out all night long. How can you not see that?!" he almost yells the words out, his anger starting to get worse.

Annoyed, you start to raise your voice at him, "He's just a friend! He's like my brother! Why the fuck are you acting so overprotective?"

Carlos sits back up, raising his voice as well. It's almost like a competition of who can yell louder at this point.

"I'm not being overprotective - I'm defending our relationship! I'm not comfortable with that guy around you. Honey, you know how he feels about you!"

You guys are literally just friends. Seriously, what is Carlos' problem?

"Carlos, he doesn't have a crush on me. We're friends. Nothing more."

Carlos is about to snap. This isn't going well at all.

"He does have a crush on you, okay? It's obvious. He's doing all these things because he wants you!"

Oh, if you weren't pissed already then you definitely are now.

"God. Can't I just have a male friend without you automatically assuming they like me?!"

"It's not just any male friend, Y/N! This time he does like you! I know when a guy has a thing for you!" he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down slightly but still visibly agitated.

Your brows furrow as you speak, "How do you know that? Besides he knows I'm in a relationship. He's not like that."

Carlos lets out a loud sigh. "I have a better idea, Y/N. Why don't you just admit that you like the attention he is giving you?" Wow. That just.. came out. It sounded a bit harsh. Maybe he didn't actually mean that.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" You pause for a moment before continuing, "You know what, don't answer that. You're actually being such an asshole right now."

Carlos feels the weight of his words sinking in, regret starting to creep in. He knows he's crossed a line with his accusation, but his jealousy and insecurity have clouded his judgment. He looks at you, seeing the hurt in your eyes, and feels a pang of guilt.

He sits in silence for a moment, then, he stands up and moves towards you, wanting to apologise.

"I didn't think before I said that. I'm sorry, babe... I didn't mean it," he apologises. Part of you wants to push him away, but another part just wants this to be done already.

"Don't," you say looking up at him sadly, "Don't pretend like you didn't mean that."

Carlos is hurt by your reaction. His heart sinks as he realizes the depth of the hurt he's caused. He takes a step back, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. He sits down again, he doesn't know what else to do. As he sits down, he feels a strange feeling in his stomach. He wants to cry. That comment was stupid, his behaviour was stupid, he is stupid.

"I'm going to the bedroom," you tell him, your voice cracking as you try to hold back some tears.

"Honey!.." Carlos lets out, but it's too late. You've left the room and gone back to your bedroom, alone.

Carlos sits alone in the living room, knowing he messed up. He's filled with regret for letting his jealousy get the best of him and saying hurtful things. As he sits there in the silence, he replays the argument in his mind, wishing he could take back his words and handle the situation differently.

As soon as you sit on the bed, you start to sob, letting it all out as you think about the argument.

Carlos is feeling miserable too. But instead of crying, he is beating himself up for the stupid things he said to you. He feels really bad.

After some time passes in complete silence, he can't take it anymore. He stands up and walks into the bedroom. As he walks in, he hears you crying but you don't hear him enter.

Carlos sits down on the edge of the bed, having an intense urge to hug you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I.." he says as he chokes up. He wants to apologize properly but he doesn't know how.

You look over at him, eyes red and puffy. "I'm sorry, Carlos. I didn't mean to shout or call you an asshole. You were just trying to look out for me. I'm sorry."

Carlos pulls you gently into a tight hug. He can hear your sniffling and just wants to make you feel better.

"Shh, it's okay.." He whispers, "I'm the one who owes you an apology, here I am - trying to look out for our relationship and then I say the stupidest things."

You hug him back and chuckle softly as you speak, "I think we both said some dumb things."

Carlos smiles, feeling a bit relieved. "You're right, I just got a bit caught up by that jealous feeling. I'm not sure how to deal with it. I don't want to be an overprotective boyfriend."

"Just talk to me next time, Carlos."

"I will, honey." Carlos smiles and pulls you closer to him and that's how you spend most of the night - in each other's arms.

[slickricklj]

Jill Valentine (RE:3 2020) & Chris Redfield (RE:CV 2000) : Final Boss Encounters - S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team has THIS!

Bonus:

[cecibeanz]

valeveira redraw based off of this LMAO