Breakfast
Carlos Oliveira x Gn!Reader
Warning: Fluff, Carlos being an Idiot.
An: Decided to make this because i saw a post on tiktok, credits to them:] Anyways, i haven't played re3 yet, but i have read some fics about Carlos and i kinda know him now, not quite tho, so I'm very sorry if their personalities dosen't match their personalities in the game.
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The light shining through Carlos's chocolate eyes. He let out a groan, holding you tighter. His arm wrapped around your waist while his head was resting on the crook of your neck.
Minutes later, he finally decided to get up, carefully. But the movement woke you up.
"Morning, sunshine" he smiled warmly. You smiled back. You took your arms out for him. He received the messenge and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head on your stomach.
Playing with his hair, "Are you hungry? I can cook something for you" he said. You nodded in response and he gave you a kiss on your forehead before walking out of your shared-bedroom.
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A loud THUD can be heard.
You immediately woke up and ran out of your room. There he was, Carlos tryna sit up on the bottom stairs, food all over the stairs.
You quickly ran downstairs, towards him.
"Awh, baby, are you okay? What happened?" You asked, panicking.
"I'm fine. I just... Just fell down the stairs" he replied, wincing from the pain, "I'm sorry i couldn't bring you food".
"You idiot! Do you think i care about the food?" Giving him a glare, "I care more about you! Are you sure you're okay?!".
Chuckling at your worrying, "I'm fine, don't worry" he repeated.
"Carlos, you might have broken something. Even your ass might have a bruise"
"Babe, n-", "Shush, now hold onto me" you quickly interuppted him and took his hand and placed it to your shoulder.
Placing him on the couch, "I'll be taking care of you and make you some breakfast" you spoke.
"Isn't that supposed to be my job?".
"Shush", giving him a quick kiss on the lips before leaving to take your first aid kit. His knee, arms and face were somehow bloody. If only you two didn't have a very sharp edged stairs.
Going back to him, crouching at his eye level. You took out a cotton and putting some alcohol on it. He winced as you carefully took care of his cuts.
"There, now sit there and behave while i cook us some breakfast" placing a hand on your hips as he smiled.
"Yes, ma'am".
An: I'm very sorry for my mistakes, and my grammar:']
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Mmm hey I occasionally ✍️ stuff....
Here's a description of stuff...
When world's collide and dimensional borders shatter, who's to say what is fantasy and reality.
A unbelievable event involving two siblings brushed off as a little girls childish imagination ends with her growing into a woman and following in her father's foot steps, but what happens when the fantastical imagination turns out to be reality.
A group of retired Special Ops and their feral leader fall into a nightmare, a job started by the father will be finished by the daughter...a unreal fantasy that was never their reality.
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It's a slow grind...like really slow grind cause I'm a character development type of person when it comes to OC's and of course their relationship with already established characters.
Would ya believe it, I've started my Resident Evil fic.. once I get far enough in I will be cross-platform posting.
Unless ya know👀 this little post gets traction my just cross post here asap.
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