resident evil: oneshots

when you make them blush pt.1/2

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leon kennedy

you weren't a rookie like he was. you showed him the ropes and helped him gain the skills of a police officer. he was dedicated to his job and always tried to do well in your supervision.

leon wore a smile whenever you were around and copied your small habits. if you wrote side notes on your cases, he did too. if you told him what to do he followed like an obedient little puppy.

you were filing papers when he made his way over to you. - how's it treating you out there - you question continuing your diligent work. - major said i needed more training -

humming you nod and turn. he looks at you expectantly and you grab his hand before pulling him into the training room.

and after a few hours, you think he's learned a lot more than you probably did your whole career.

- leon, i'm so very proud of you. soon you'll be even better than me - you boasted to him.

he went red as he glanced at you before looking at the floor and playing with his fingers. he mumbled a shy - thanks -

you ruffled his hair and smiled.

- attaboy -

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chris redfield

he wanted to prove a point but it was short lived because of your inability to focus or fight well. the mansion had a lot of hidden areas and you found yourself trapped in a corner one too many times.

- y/n can you stop fucking up? i'm wasting unnecessary ammo because of your slip ups -

you huffed because you were trying your best. the anxiety and stress you feel in these situations don't help your case but many people said this wasn't the right profession for you because of it.

chris was one of them. it was obvious this job wasn't for everyone but you wanted to prove a point too. that you weren't some weak person in need of saving.

so when you both were exploring the mansion further and multiple enemies trapped chris in a tight hallway, it was up to you to turn the tables.

instead of wasting ammo from your handgun, you used three shotgun shells to eliminate them. their heads were blown clean off and the blood splattered on chris' face because of how close you let them get to him.

- how about you tell the rest of our unit back at home that i'm not as useless as you all claimed me to be. i could have let them bite you -

his face burned hot with embarrassment. not only because he was wrong about you but because he treated you like shit for believing the lies.

you smirked

- how does it feel to be incorrect, redfield? -

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carlos oliveira

you were a survivor with no where to go. the city's infection was spreading and you were hidden away in the small market on 95th street.

you had everything you needed there. food, check! water, check! the market even had a scarce supply of clothes. you couldn't shower but you at least thought to change your bloody and torn clothes.

picking out some jeans and a flattering dress, you approve of your vision. walking over to a different aisle, you take hold of the scissors and cut the dress in half which in turn made a shirt.

naturally since nobody was with you, changing in the market was no problem. that was until a man and two others walked in.

your tiny yelp alerted them and the man instructed them to stay back cautiously. you froze, giving the man enough time to peer around the corner and observe your almost naked body.

his face turned a beet red and he coughed.

- sorry... my— my name is carlos -

you appreciated him averting his gaze as your body sprung back into action. you got dressed and held your hand out.

you felt his eyes on you again.

-  well carlos, my eyes are up here... my name is y/n and i'm glad i finally might have some backup -

he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled.