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Creep (2014), dir. Patrick Brice

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Resident Evil Challenge

[5] Costumes | 5/5 - Chris in a turtleneck.

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i literally feel like im going to be sick trying not to laugh at this at my desk like i feel faint

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Chris Redfield in Resident Evil Vendetta #3 RED

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someone call the whambulance

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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 18

CONTENT WARNINGS: kissing/making out, sexuality, cigarette smoking

Sneaking in and out of Bo’s room became your new favorite pastime. 

In-between your daily boring duties, you and Bo would tacitly grab each other’s attention with a wink or a smile or quite deliberately brushing past one another’s hips on your way to separate destinations (he’d always turn to watch your ass as you left). Sooner or later, you knew you two would end up in an empty house, Bo’s bedroom door cracked open, a mix of sweat and hands and breath enveloping you.

Bo’s fingers were forever stained with motor oil, but it never mattered, especially when he was frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his lips still focused on yours. Pinning you against the wall with one hand while the other crept inside your shirt, your back arching in response. A devious smile would spread across his face while he ran his tongue along his lips.

“I know what you need, baby…” 

Before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the ground, you and Bo gripping each other in a frenzy. Pleasing you seemed like second nature to him as he knew when and where to lay on the pressure or barely graze your skin. 

Keeping your secret wasn’t difficult, but you played the part well.

One particular evening, you were washing dishes in the kitchen sink when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, grabbing you tightly.

“Hey, pretty thing,” Bo whispered, his warm lips quickly moving down to kiss your neck.

You grinned and wriggled from his grip. “Be careful! What if-”

“Y/N!” Lester called as he plodded in, work boots leaving a trail of mud through the front of the house.

Turning with a wince, you whined, “Man, I just mopped!”

“That’s why I was calling your name, honey-bun.”

He nodded his chin toward the mop bucket and slipped out of his shoes over to you and Bo.

“What do we got goin’ on here?” Lester’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean!?” shot out of your mouth.

Bo slid a toothpick in between his teeth and cooly leaned against the counter. “Ah, I was just tellin’ Y/N a little bit about cars, in case we ever want ‘em to fix up the truck.”  

“Hmm,” Lester breathed. “Well it just so happens a headlight’s out. Ya get that far yet?”

“No, sir,” you chuckled, turning back to dry a plate.

Lester slapped his knee and hollered, “Hoo-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I always like an open mind.” He peered out the window and turned to you.

“Looks like we got a little bit of daylight left. I can take ya out front and give ya a pointer or two, just you n’ me.” He batted his eyelashes and shrugged cutely.

You dried your hands, shooting Bo a questioning glance; he replicated your look and shrugged.

“Sure, why not.”

Lester grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to you and leading you out of the house. He popped the hood and got out a flashlight.

“Here, hold this,” he instructed.

You snorted. “Tch, you sound like a dad.” 

“Just do it.”

He reached inside to disassemble the necessary components, explaining every step in excruciating detail.

“... so here’s the bulb. See? The filament’s busted. It ain’t good… Y/N, are you listening?”

“Yep, got it.” You swore you had just fallen asleep standing up.

Lester sighed. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Say, did you finish your beer?”

A few drops of liquid swished around in the bottom of your bottle. “Yeah, almost.”

“Need another?”

Red flag: why was Lester being nice to you?

“No… I’m good.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “Okay, well… if ya ever wanna learn more about cars, ya know my number.” He nodded with an earnest smile before heading back in.

Your head swam for a moment as you looked back at the truck’s hood, Lester’s tone uncomfortably mixing with the sight of the oily machinery. The sound of a lighter flaring caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Bo took a drag off his cigarette and kissed your cheek from behind. Crickets chirping and Bo’s presence always made nights feel extra-special.

“Learn anything?”

With a confused expression, your eyes darted around the machinery within the front of the truck.

“Uh… no. Not really.”

Bo scoffed. “Yeah, Lester’s never really been much of a teacher.”

“Then I guess I’m just stuck learning from you.” You scrunched your nose at Bo playfully. A cigarette between his lips, he pulled you into a sweet hug around your waist.

“That’s right, honey. Me, and only me.”

The inflection on his last sentence melted you deeper into Bo’s chest. He never missed a chance to rouse you, whether it be with his words or his touch. 

“Should we… head up to your room?” you whispered against his neck.

Stomping out his cigarette, he looked at you with a smirk. “A little eager, ain’t we?” He chuckled and gave your hip a squeeze. “No. I got a better idea.”

Your hand soon found its way in Bo’s, and he led you down the driveway into the middle of Ambrose. The power was off in the town for the night, making the sky’s dark background pop against the glimmer of stars. Your pace gradually slowed until you were at a full stop, gazing in awe at the beautiful sky above.

“Wow,” was all you could quietly say.

Bo stayed silent, draping an arm over your shoulders, lightly tracing circles on your arm with his thumb. Pulling you close, he rested his lips on your head to pepper in a few tender kisses.

“Mmm, it’s nice to see this… with somebody else.”

The humid summers of Louisiana were emphatic with nature, the chirping of frogs and crickets blending into the buzz of cicada wings. Bo surprised you with a spin and a dip, softly whistling “Southern Nights” by Glenn Campbell. Time in Bo’s arms was always perfectly spent; the energy that radiated from him during your secluded moments filled the space around you with nothing but comforting bliss.

With another glance up at the sky, he turned back to you. “It’s gorgeous, but it ain’t got nothin’ on you.” You laughed as he started burying kisses into the curve of your neck, pulling your hips closer to his. 

“Now who’s eager?” you giggled. “We’re in the middle of town. How obvious is that?”

“Just a liiiittle longer, honey pie...”

Bo eased you backwards onto the front door of the mechanic’s shop, its darkness especially enticing, considering that’s where you had first met one another. His lips met yours in a sugary kiss laced with more desire than you bargained for. One of his hands pinned you against the door while the other found its way to your lower back, over the stretch of your hips. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as they rolled further back into your head, your tongues circling the other’s. Bo slowly licked the inside of your lips and looked at you.

“I can’t get enough of you.” 

He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what I was doin’ here without you all this time.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on his jawline. “You don’t have to know.”

He returned your smile and went right back to work, his touch encouraging chills across your body. It was impossible not to let your hands wander around Bo with sweat dampening his work shirt and hair.

With a swift reach for his keys, Bo unlocked the shop’s front door and led you inside. Bright moonbeams glowed through the back windows, barely illuminating the outline of the room’s fixtures. Obviously Bo knew every step in and out of that shop as he insisted you up against the front counter.

“Maybe we can finally finish what we started back at the House the other night.” Eyes softening, he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

Truck lights briefly flooded the shop through its large front windows, causing you and Bo to freeze in your tracks.

Bo haphazardly shoved his shirt back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair in the process of meeting his brother outside.

“Hey man, what’s goin’ on with you?” Bo shakily called out to him. Lester’s expression was painfully cloudy.

Bo watched him as he stepped out of the truck and slammed the driver door. 

“There you are!” Lester’s voice held the slightest tinge of annoyance. 

Clearing his throat, Bo took a few steps toward him. “Where else would I be?”

Lester frowned, shrugging off his brother’s weak attempt at a joke.

“Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin’. It’s Y/N.”

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Wow wow wow!!!! Lester is thinking up something... but where's old Vince in all this?

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Apparently another too-prolific-to-be-legit zine finance mod ghosted a bunch of projects. If you've preordered a fanzine based on FE3H, Genshin Impact, Pandora Hearts, Witch Hat Atelier, Centaurworld, or VLD, check the project's social media to make sure it hasn't been effected.

The mod goes by Cym, with the handle @/kroalias, and it looks like this has been building since at least early August. They currently have 41 zines listed as in-progress on their carrd.

In a really weird "coincidence," this person was also the finance and formatting mod on a Hualian zine that was cancelled early this year? If anyone saw this go down, it was the one that accused a skilled artist of plagiarism and tracing, kicked this artist from the project, and then made a public statement lying about the reason behind the expulsion and asserting that they never made such an accusation at all—after the artist posted screenshots showing exactly what had been said to them when they were expelled from the project. The project was cancelled less than 24 hours after this false statement, with the claim that the mod team had been subjected to too much abuse from the "online mob" to continue.

Interesting.

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A continuation, or rather a bonus, of yesterday’s illustrations. And Leon.

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"I told you to leave it alone, Ethan!" CHRIS REDFIELD in resident evil village

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Based on convo between me and my sister.

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vendetta leon is not safe from my tummy lasers

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SOFT. TUMMY. LEON.

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more office au...

chris having a toxic relationship with the printer

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Bro........,,,,,,,,,.,.,,,,,,,,,,,,...

I just started using character ai, what the fuck where was this when i was in middle school!!!

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Guys.... people.....

I... oh, he.... When he...

Chris is hotter than I remember.....