#i love jill valentine

[palelaboratory]

okay so i saw you liked the s.t.a.r.s era post too (it broke my heart honestly) and i have a request/inspo for a fic ??? jill and reader who is also a s.t.a.r.s member in that era. driving back home together while listening to the cranberries, slow days in the office and leaning over others shoulder to helping them win at solitaire on windows nt, fools in love trying to hide their relationship because its the 90s, more jill in her beret i love it so much 😭

thats my thoughts on the post that occupies my brain rn 🩷

۶ৎ Thank you tons for the request anon 💋 I believe it's the same pink heart anon, I love your idea so much. No one can resist lil beret Jill during her STARS years.

۶ৎ I also have been thinkin of what Jill would do in her free time in her lil apartment or just anywhere in Raccoon City. The pictures on her board just tells it all. I guess this is a sign.

۶ৎ Note; S.T.A.R.S era (1996 - 1998), this makes Jill 22 to 24 years old. I'll exclude 1998 because that was when the Mansion Incident happened. Jill will obviously be a little more lively. She was just a girl too. Capcom seriously needs to give us more Jill.

۶ৎ Any form of interaction is highly appreciated, thank you mwah.

The only star I see | S.T.A.R.S Jill Valentine x female reader

Being the only two women in S.T.A.R.S. meant you were wrapped around each other’s fingers. Although not from the start, it was a quiet battle for dominance, both of you vying for each other’s attention without even realizing it. A little too competitive, a little too jealous whenever one of you spent more time with the guys, more than you did with each other.

Now, it was always the two of you against the boys, picking apart their habits, making fun of the way they carried themselves, sharing quiet laughter behind their backs. In a world that rarely made space for you, you carved one out together.

You taught her combat, guiding her movements with steady hands. While she taught you lock-picking and bomb disposal, her delicate fingers demonstrating every intricate motion. You handled her carefully, afraid of hurting her, while she urged you not to hold back, craving more of your touch, more of your time. Fingers intertwined, lingering a little too long. The more she tried to help, the more you seemed to need it, until neither of you were sure if it was still about learning or just an excuse to stay close.

“C’mon, let’s go to my desk.”

She guides you over, letting you settle into her chair before angling the lamp toward the rusted old lock you’ve been practicing on. The glow casts a halo around her as she bends down, her breath warm against your cheek.

“Oh my, I have competition,” She teases, her voice laced with amusement, face inches from yours as she hovers over your back.

She gives away her top-secret tricks, not just to teach, but to be closer, her fingers ghosting over yours, her soft breasts pressing lightly against your uniform. And of course you play along, pretending to be utterly absorbed in the lock when really, you just want to stretch this moment forever.

All in that blue tube top that you chose for her months ago, the one which she kept wearing over and over again, despite your constant teasing.

"Should I get this, or... this?"

"The blue one, matches your eyes."

"That's pretty lame." Putting back the white one while you weren't looking moments later.

"I think I'll wear blue for a change, it's a pretty shade."

Jill with her unshakable sense of self, looking in the mirror for the tenth time as she adjusts her black mini skirt, pacing her apartment, checking her makeup, smoothing a wrinkle that isn't even there, before meeting up with the crew at the bar. Barely sparing the guys more than a quick "hey" before striding straight to you, as cool and chic ever. That calm, knowing smile playing on her lips, somewhere between I know I’m gorgeous and Well? How do I look?

Of course, you pick up on it instantly. Who knows her better than you, right?

"New blush?"

"No..."

"..."

"I really spent $59 on this lipstick for nothing."

Well, who could blame you, she was blushing like crazy for gosh knows why.

And though you sat next to each other, it was never just that.

The intentional stares, the fleeting moments of jealousy whenever one of the guys managed to steal your attention, even if just for a second. As if your bond wasn't already enough, stars of greed, and lust. The two of you, passive-aggressively vying to pull each other back in, scooting closer, asking pointless questions just to force the other to look your way. Shooting subtle (or not-so-subtle) death glares at the guys, neither of you realizing the other was doing the same.

Jill "helping" to tug your skirt down whenever you shifted too much, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. You fixing her lipstick in the bathroom, fingers steady against her jaw, until she smirks and offers to do the same.

"Just trust me... and can you please stop moving around?" Her shaking her head at you in disbelief as she holds your waist in place. You shouldn't have had that last drink, you uselessly thought, as your gaze drifts helplessly to her lips. Pretty and tinted, her lips deepened under the dim red glow of the bathroom lights.

She holds your chin, her touch both gentle and commanding, taking an excruciatingly slow time to apply the lipstick. Dragging it over your lips like she’s savouring every second. Like she’s preparing her own dessert.

"The girls are in their own world huh."

"Always are."

A world just for the two of you, locked away from prying eyes. Stolen glances across the office, the silent thrill of knowing what no one else does. A quick pucker of the lips when no one's looking, the playful game of hiding each other’s berets, the quick glance up, instinctive now that you've long since memorized the sound of each other's combat boots, the quiet ache in your chests whenever you’re both dispatched to different locations. Sneaking onto each other’s computers to play solitaire and chess, only to swiftly close the screen and scurry away the second Wesker walks in.

"Maybe move the knight to C3 and- Wesker."

"Shit."

The careful facade you both uphold, the restraint, the professionalism, until you’re finally alone.

Tight embraces, desperate kisses the moment you step through her apartment door, Jill pushing away the boxes on her bed, drowning in each other's overflowing warmth, drawing her in, unlocking each other’s fragile secrets, her lessons were definitely useful after all.

The two of you taking in the other as much as you can, buying silly stickers for each other, although it became more like a silent rebellion rather than just a hobby anymore. Wearing each other’s perfume, as if carrying a piece of the other even on the most dangerous missions. Staying up too late, chasing the night just to steal a little more time together, wearing your dark circles the morning after like badges of honour, paying the price with every scolding from Wesker.

In Raccoon City, where the noise tries to swallow you whole, you embrace each other's silence, presence in itself. In a world that threatens to dim your light, you are the only stars in each other’s sky.

[k-0re]

september 28, daylight

[limegreen-jell-o]

question!!!

i played re3 and LOVED IT!! it was my first resident evil game, and i have no idea if theres a specific order that i'm supposed to play them in ??? anyways, which game should i play next? should i start playing them in order?

tumblr seems like the least scariest place to ask tbh

[cr0wisgay]

Another cold, cruel, Jill Valentineless day 😔

[nekrosdolly]

I know Wesker is a fav. But who else do you like in Resident Evil?

Personally, even though he killed Wesker. I still really love Chris!

i've been a rebecca chambers stan since day one not gonna lie... she's cute, yes, but she's got so much more to her than her looks. she's incredibly smart- a rookie at 18 for a special task force team??? unheard of! not to mention how while she faces these nightmares, she's still conscious of her partner's (billy's) feelings as well. i admit i'm very disappointed that we didn't get more of her in re1 or quite honestly any other game. she's cast aside after re0 and made into a damsel in distress in re1 and vendetta. after vendetta, there's no mention of her period. honestly, it's disappointing because she's an underrated character that people consider weak, and to capcom she's an afterthought. especially because she's chris's friend!!!! you'd think he'd talk about her a little bit no!!!! SAME WITH LEON !!!! like what the fuck! justice for rebecca... i'm also fragile for women with pixie cuts (my barber when i was 10 had a pixie cut and i fell in love). people also tend to overlook jill's trauma a lot, which i will talk about until the day i die! my PTSD-ridden queen deserves so much better than what she's getting. the revelations remakes (if they ever happen) and re5 remake better do her way better or i'm going to have a conniption.

well. that was longer than intended.

[boodhs]

TREAT ?

[moodyspoodys]

I don't draw her often enough

[mootanukii]

ive noticed this dynamic a lot in resident evil

[goldfishlover52]

My husband

"You want S.T.A.R.S? I'll give you S.T.A.R.S!" Jill Valentine

[tianhai03]

i watched re death island today!!!!!1 it was really good!!!!!!!!! had to draw smth to celebrate :)

[blorbl0b]

jill valentine death island redesign. not to be The Complainer ™️ by any means, but jill's design in death island makes her look like how she did in 1998 and i wish that wasn't the case. it takes place in 2015, post re5!

SHE'S 40!!! IN DEATH ISLAND!!!!

so i took matters into my own hands. and dw claire is next muahahah

[palelaboratory]

Death Island Jill Valentine x Female Reader

۶ৎ Jill is a colleague of your parents, and all of you have been in Geneva now for a few months for work.

۶ৎ Smut, angst, jealousy, Jill is a lil mean, bathroom sex, not proof-read, a lil violence

۶ৎ Any form of interaction is highly appreciated, thank you mwah.

You disregarded it as another busy week of hers. You were old enough to understand it too, how difficult it gets to schedule your life around work, especially in her industry. Your parents were in equally demanding industries too. So you just hung out with your dad's friend, as usual. Another older woman, she was admirable, a doctor, just as successful as Jill. You have always wanted to work in the medical industry too. So, of course, you took the opportunity to hang out with her. Networking right? Besides, she was a local so that meant free tours.

Of course, you also knew that those weren't the only reasons. But, your father and mother are busy, and so is Jill. No one is at fault.

Geneva is safe as compared to other cities you have been to. It was pretty safe for you to travel alone as a girl in her early 20s. Jill knew that. Jill also knew you loved to travel alone. So, the more she listened to you go on about your day with her, the more she grew disgusted by that sweet smile of yours. Those giggles and complains about how you have grown so tired of Swiss chocolate, how generous she was to bring you everywhere although she had a full shift the next day and on and on. You were just so, so, oblivious.

So, when you heard from your parents that they are finally having a couple of days off, the first thing you did was text Jill. Read. It's not a big deal right? She'll probably reply later on and besides everyone is meeting up for dinner in town.

Putting out your dress and high heels on the hotel bed, you carefully applied your eyeliner as you thought about all the things you were gonna tell her, all the planning you would have with her, whether she liked your new dress or your new shade of red lipstick.

Even your mother noticed, how Jill was just cold and dismissive towards you that night. She warned you about crossing boundaries. But you couldn't understand why, you have always been close with Jill, you both knew each other well, respected each other, you guys were like best friends. Even on her most stressful days, she wasn't like that. Sure she was quiet, but she acknowledged your presence and you could tell she welcomed it.

As you ordered more cocktails, the more you grew conscious of her dismissal and of yourself, pulling your dress down every few minutes as you bit your inner lip, drowning in thoughts and alcohol. It was only when she stood up, did you become alert again, following her with your heart thumping, trying to maintain your poise and balance in front of your parents' colleagues.

When you opened the bathroom door, she was reapplying her lipstick, on those plump lips of hers.

"Jill."

Not sparing a single glance as she calmly twisted her lipstick shut.

"What's the matter?" You quickly asked again unable to bear the silence.

"What?"

Her tone was so flat, harsh.

"We had to travel 5 hours by car yesterday to clear an outpost in the north."

"I am aware of that."

"I'm exhausted."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Then?"

Her voice firm and louder this time as she walked towards you, black high heels clicking as she cornered you against the sink. You'd forgotten how tall she was up close. You weren't one to back down, maintaining your stance and stare, you were your parents' daughter after all.

"Then what? Hm? Is daddy's money not enough for you? Is the suite too small for your liking? Oh I see--"

"What are you even saying? I don't-" You tried to cut her off as but to no avail.

"My bad, not enough tour guides? Not enough escorts to-" Her body just a few inches away from your body as she humiliated you.

"What the fuck-"

"Your parents failed with a daughter like you-"

"Don't you fucking dare bring my parents into this!" You raised your voice as you took a step forward. Now you've done it.

"Don't, yell."

Her fingers painfully dug into your cheeks as you tried to push her arms away, failing as she grabbed a handful of your precious dress and pulled you into the nearest cubicle. Locking it behind her, she turned her glare towards you as you desperately tried to squeeze past her. Her acting just as quick as she pushed away your hand and blocked the lock. Taken aback by her aggressiveness you tried to push her again as you yelled at her to fuck off, making her slam her hand onto your lips as your head banged against the door. This was not the Jill you knew, you thought, as you stared at her, tears threatening to fall, trying to maintain your pride as your body gave up against hers.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. Who are you to fucking cry?"

"I fucking hate you don't even understand-"

"Your mother tells me that you ask about me on the daily so yes I don't understand."

At this point, you were losing control. You have already given up as she switched to grabbing your sleeve instead. Your hands were still clinging onto her shoulders and arm for support because man did you forget how scary she can be.

"What more do you want?" Her blue eyes gentle, and yet the coldness lingers. She noticed your silence, and oh those fat pearly tears that ruined your mascara. All black running down those youthful cheeks. Your lipstick now smeared by her hand earlier, quivering as her words stomped on your young heart. Your chest rose and fell, gaining her attention as she brought you closer. The tight space was already making your cheeks burn red, and getting a closer look at her face, her perfect plump lips, such pretty eyes, so mature, so intimidating, you had to look away.

"Have you ever thought about what others want? What I want?" She probed as she slid her hand beneath the hem of your dress, slowly revealing your red panties.

"If only your parents knew," She sighed as she gave that familiar grin. That grin when you gave her goodbye hugs, that grin when both of you had your sixth drink of the night, that grin when you were cuddled close to her watching movies on her sofa in her hotel room.

With both her hands pulling up your dress, she bent down for a better view of your mound. Her right hand pulling your panties aside to reveal your pussy, laughing softly as she looked up at you. You tried to push her hand away but she quickly slapped it away as she shot you a look of warning and roughly pulled down your panties as punishment, your pussy now full exposed, right in front of her beautiful face.

Her fingers spread your pussy lips hungrily, revealing your clit as she then spread it wider and rougher like as if it's not already enough.

"Jill..." You whined, embarrassed to the core as she continued toying with you.

"Shut it." As she gave a long hard lick across your slick with her eyes closed, as if she had been dehydrated all night.

"Now be good for me alright?" She looked up again with you with those desperate, sultry, half lidded eyes as she wet her lips and dived in again.

One hand holding up your dress, and the other keeping your thighs apart for easier access as she lapped at your wet syrupy entrance. You grabbed onto her silky hair to keep yourself up as your thighs trembled and threatened to buckle under her dominance.

"So fucking precious." She breathed into your moist pussy, sucking loudly on your poor, swollen clit relentlessly. You were about to pass out as your breaths grew heavier and sweet filthy moans daring to escape the cubicle.

"Hold up your dress for me sweet girl" And you obeyed immediately, already under her spell since the day you met her. Knees on the floor, her rough hands mercilessly spreading your pussy and thighs even wider as she moaned harder and sucked harder. Eyes looking up at with such heat and lust as you let out a gasp and tightened your grip onto her hair.

In an instant, she latched onto your pussy as your pussy convulsed against her now slick and dirtied red lips while you dug your claws into her scalp, repeatedly and desperately moaning out her name.

"That's my girl." She pulled away with a string of clear cum, giving your thigh a quick squeeze as she licked her lips and gave your pussy a quick peck. You slowly caressed her brown hair, trying to tidy up the mess you made of it.

She took her time to clean you up, like a silent apology for all the things she said to you earlier. Her eyes back to how they were before, calm and caring. Hands wrapped around you gently and protectively, giving you gentle kisses on your forehead, your hair, your neck, your lips, you were precious to her.

"How many drinks did you have?" She asked you as she mindlessly brushed your cheeks attempting to erase the light imprints she left while also rubbing a wet tissue on your dirty little face.

"Like 6? 3 Porn Star Martinis, 2 White Elderflowers and..."

"Good. I am heading back to my hotel early."

Jill was not jealous, she was just disappointed with your lack of independence while she was busy, she told herself.

The crowd was still present but quieter and your mother was relieved to see you again.

"Can I please head back first with Jill tonight? I don't feel so well."

[yurozo]

holidays headcanons (resident evil)

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ characters: chris, leon, jill, claire, rebecca, carlos, luis, ada, wesker warnings: mentions of alcohol, some swearing.

a/n: i know this is late but all the recent love for the restaurant au inspired me!! check that one out here! love u pookies and i hope you had a great holidays <3 if you want me to cover anyone else, or have any other suggestions for au's please let me know! └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

chris redfield:

this man comes for one reason and one reason alone: the food. you best believe chris redfield is grabbing two plates piled sky-high and scarfing it down before the rest have even served themselves. because of a particular incident involving leon and a nerf gun, chris has been banished to the kids table for the foreseeable future. he gets to sit there with (baby) sherry in a shitty little plastic barbie chair that claire bought off amazon-- the legs are bowing under his weight and are clearly destined to snap during some point in the night. as for the games, chris takes no part in it. why? he's stone cold passed out in the lazyboy. i'm talking full on snoring, scratching at his chest, mouth open, and drooling asleep. nothing is waking that man up from his food coma, other than literally firing a gun three inches away from his ears.

as for you, chris softens a little bit. he'll reluctantly indulge whatever you want to do, even if he's grumbling about it a little the whole time. this man is a practical gift giver, unless claire gets involved and gets you something indulgent in chris' name. if it were up to chris alone, he's replacing whatever you have that's worn down or unusable. he just wants to see you comfortable and stress-free, and he really doesn't have the mind for other things.

leon kennedy:

respectfully, he's the typical white dad of the group. he eats a good amount of mashed potatoes and roast beef, downs a couple whiskeys, and he's out for the count. there's been a couple occasions that he's gotten a little too rowdy, and relentlessly barraged the dinner table with whatever one-liners or borderline traumatic stories that come to his mind. he's fine, he swears, it really was funny that time he almost got blown up.

god forbid sherry grows up and starts bringing partners around the place, leon takes it upon themselves to act like her personal bodyguard. he'll sit in an armchair and stare daggers at them every time they so much as touch her, and it takes a while for him to warm up to them. for the games, do NOT ask that man to play charades. honestly, it will just be embarrassing for the both of you.

leon really does try his best when it comes to you. his gifts are usually something you eyed while out with him somewhere, which he very sneakily bought while you weren't looking. however, he's downright terrible at hiding it for you if he buys it ahead of time. you have to just act surprised and loving about the whole thing, and leon's putty in your hands. there's always a hand around your waist when you're in the vicinity, and leon loves to brag about your title in casual conversations. (eg. "yeah, my wife/husband is a pretty good cook. it's no big deal")

jill valentine:

jill's been banned from helping in the kitchen for five years. it's not her fault, honestly, she got a little too distracted sharing war stories with the others that she forgot the yorkshires were still in the oven. she'll happily eat everything though, or bring a store-bought dessert if need be. every single year, she takes photos of chris passed out in the armchair until she can make a photo album to gift him. there's a framed photo of chris mid-fall after the barbie chair finally gave way that's hanging above the fireplace, courtesy of her. also likes to take lil sips of leons whiskey when he's not looking since he always brings the good stuff.

she claims that she doesn't get into the games, but she gets super intense about charades to the point that everyone's reluctant to team up with her. she's shouting answers like there's a ticking bomb that will go off when the time runs out, and she'll scold you if she thinks your acting performance wasn't oscar worthy. she's flinging around a beer can during the whole thing and nearly soaking everyone in the vicinity.

when you start coming around for the holidays, jill visibly relaxes. she can let a lot of her guard down, and everyone likes to give her shit about how lovesick and happy she becomes. she's also a victim of the practical gift giving trait, but occasionally she likes to buy you something just because she thinks you would look nice in it. but there's always an extra gift at home that she won't let you open in front of the others, she has to maintain some sort of dignity.

claire redfield:

her and rebecca are the only reasons this tradition goes on for as long as it does. rebecca does most of the logistics, claire is the one who keeps that ship running while it's happening. the two of them are such a scary pair when they want shit done, that everyone else just has to follow along. claire is the one that banished chris to the kids table, but still lingers around to keep an eye on sherry and make sure she's eating enough. when sherry's old enough to bring partners around, she's the welcoming one, and will secretly jab leon in the ribs whenever he starts acting up.

claire likes to experiment with the games every single year, usually after incidents or fights break out. white elephant got banned after four different people just bought gift cards to the gun store (im assuming this exists there, im canadian). she's shaking the box of names aggressively at anyone who tries to get away, and will tip chris right out of that damn chair. they rarely get to be together with all the missions, so help her god they're going to enjoy it.

you're the first person claire actually brings around. sure, she's had relationships, but bringing you around to family christmas is a big deal. and don't worry, everyone else will tell you just how much of a big deal it is. you're the first person she tells everything too, and on the drive there, she's giving you a full run down on what she thinks of everyone (claire has very strong opinions). for gifts, she loves to buy you things. her favourite gifts are outfits either you can wear on her motorcycle, or matching clothes she painted herself.

rebecca chambers:

the holidays are a stressful time for her. not only does she have to cook for the most ravenous group of people that definitely do not cook for themselves enough, but she has to make sure they don't kill each other during it. despite that, dinner is always amazing, and the desserts are just to die for. she takes a special pride in her desserts, and if a couple extra supplements sneak themselves into the dinner, she definitely does not know anything about that. one of the few things that gets her through the holidays is the extra sweet hot chocolate and egg nog concoction that she makes for herself. leon tried it one time by accident and nearly gagged at just how sweet it was.

rebecca is very into the games and gifts section. it's the one time she gets to sit down and relax a little bit, and she does love how intense everyone gets about the whole thing. she's just happy that everyone can get together, and maybe relax after everything that's happened. despite her enthusiasm and smarts, she is downright terrible at charades. her answers are always way too complex for the minute they have to guess whatever she's miming. how the hell is anyone supposed to guess t-011 from hand gestures?

rebecca is by far the best gift giver out of the bunch. whatever she buys you is well-thought out, personal, and helpful. she likes to have you hang around the kitchen while she cooks, and will always feed you little spoonfuls under the guise of taste-testing. really, she just wants to make sure you eat, especially before chris can get his grubby little hands on the entrees.

luis sera:

leon invited him a total of one time, and luis had just become a permanent fixture of the whole thing. you best believe luis is bringing a karaoke machine and performing bad renditions of holiday music complete with an improvised choreography. he tried to bring leon into it one time, and nearly got roundhoused so hard that rebecca had to take them both out like misbehaving dogs. despite that, he always brings around a home-cooked entree to dinner, which rebecca appreciated greatly. luis also has the tendency to spin great tales about what he did during the year, which are definitely all lies.

in part two of the party, luis likes to be a little tipsy for the whole thing. who can blame him, he likes a party. just don't get him talking about his work, he'll talk about it for hours with increasingly complicated language that only rebecca can understand. like her too, he also gets really into the games section. luis is mentally keeping track of the stores, and will argue with anyone that tries to get the one up on him. i mean, he really deserved the point on the last one, so what if he buffs the numbers a little?

luis love to brag about you to all the others, you're his lovely partner and somehow agreed to date him, how could he not? his gifts for you are always a little extravagant, because he wants everyone else to know just what a good boyfriend he is. you're also the reason why he got chewed out over pda during the holidays. luis is just not the kind of man that can keep his hands off you, it's the season of romance.

carlos oliveira:

he's the one person who rebecca allows in the kitchen. carlos is always willing to help, and he'll even do it with a cheesy little apron on. it just makes his ass look nice, and these people deserve a treat on the holidays. god forbid carlos, leon, and jill are sitting together for dinner. they're throwing around the worst jokes known to man, and cackling loudly the whole time, especially if they're a couple beers deep. he's used to a big family, so this kind of gathering is right in his element. he makes sure there's enough food and drink for everyone, even if he's next to chris in eating it all.

another victim of getting too into the games. he likes to have fun and joke around, so he's definitely energetic, but doesn't take it too seriously. carlos is ultimately there to have a good time, and if a pretty woman is telling him to play, he's definitely not going to say no. he's relaxing back in his chair, beer in hand, yelling out suggestions and laughing loudly.

for you, he's just happy to bring you around and show you a good time. you don't have to worry about a damn thing during the holidays, carlos is doing everything so you can just lay back and enjoy the festivities. your drink is empty? carlos is already up and heading to the fridge. you want more dessert? there's another plate already in your hands.

ada wong:

no one really knows the reason she's here. people suspect she found out the location through her own means and just started showing up. or that wesker invited her for insurance reasons. she'll offer to help in the kitchen, and they always turn her down because she's definitely overdressed and they don't want to risk her getting dirty. during the dinner, she just like to witness the inevitable trash fire, or chatting quietly with luis about whatever work drama happening with him.

she's not playing any games. don't ask her. ada will give you a mean glare until you leave her alone. she wants to sit there and watch the wreckage and drink her little drink, she is not playing charades even if there's a gun to her head. get her to gossip though? she will happily engage in telling you dirty secrets about everyone else ( no one can figure out how the hell she knows these things).

ada's rigging the whole thing so you win. she wants to see you happy, and you'll be even happier when you see what she's got you. again, there's no way to tell exactly how she knows what you wanted, but you can be sure you're getting it. and it's in a pretty box, carefully put together and wrapped with a red bow. there's also a mistletoe in her pocket, for when she can finally get you alone.

albert wesker:

no one knows who invited him. no one knows where he is the whole time (he's in the bedroom, pointedly avoiding everyone else). he'll come down to dinner, eat his food, say nothing, and go back upstairs. he's also not going to engage in any sort of ugly sweater tradition, he's wearing all black, and god help anyone who tries to get him to wear anything else. wesker will speak up about his open disdain for chris, but it's quickly shut down by rebecca before he can start a fight.

he doesn't really come around all that often. he prefers to do his work, have his own celebration, and pretend all these people don't exist. after certain events, he becomes a bit of an unspoken topic amongst everyone else-- just a person that used to come around thats' been replaced by their new family.

the only way he'll do anything for the holidays is if you're there. yes, he's going to complain and say he has better things to do, and he would much rather have your own private celebration, but he'll reluctantly do it if you bother him enough. he's giving you his present in private and away from prying eyes, because that relationship is just between you two, not these other people unworthy of even looking at you. whatever you tell him you want, he'll buy. money's no object for him, and anything that will make you happy while he works on other things.

[melliepoo]

hi, ermm first post!!

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[jillchris]

Chris & Jill in Every Game ↳ Resident Evil + bonus