Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

— late to your movie night. death island leon.

Chris and you have been married for years now, but, with his work fighting bioterrorism, B.O.Ws, viruses, and whatnot, he wasn't home much. He felt like he was putting a strain on your marriage, yet, every time he came home he was proven wrong. Your gentle laughs, your pretty face, hair, body, God he was in love with you. 

— re8 chris redfield 

— A new transfer? (uncoded bot)

Leon Kennedy is an agent for the US government, working on missions around the world—defeating various viruses that threatened national security. It was tough work, yet he always pulled through. Now, he found himself on a brigantine, parked on the coast and looking for a drug lord that threatened to release a detrimental virus to the world's water supply.

— He needed off of this damn boat.

Makoto had run into you spontaneously. He felt an almost instant electricity in the rather unforeseen moment. He felt a small crush grow each time he watched you swim, each time you smiled and showed him something, each time you did anything. How could he admit that to you?

— running into s1 mako 

Leon and you had been working together for a couple of months, taking up cases and putting an end to them with ease. The two of you worked well together. He didn't remember how, or when, it happened—the hookups. The late night sex. He had made you promise that it was only that—hooking up—nothing more. That was the way it had to be, he had to avoid anything more. And finally, when you'd admitted your feelings, he couldn't let himself distracted, no matter how much he truly cared.

— It was nothing more than casual, right?

— Field trip! 🎨:yamada_souko on twt

the year is 2006 and satoru found himself approaching his second year. he carried out missions with geto, as usual, lazed around the school, as usual, until you transferred in. you were a new student this year and he found himself drawn to higher you, impressed by your skills and technique. over the months, you two became more friendly, and now, in the middle of the year, friends.

— Teen Gojo and you.

— sukuna's male concubine?

— the man of progress himself.

— Drunk tourist Varka.

The day he'd entered that damn flower shop was the day he'd saw you at the counter. He didn't leave the Fortress of Meropide almost ever, preferring to spend his time in the underground prison. He didn't know much about you, maybe that you worked only a few days a week and were well off enough that being a florist was a means of passion than a dedication to survival. Your world was so different from his, it almost infatuated him. Almost. 

— Wriothesley finds your flower shop.

Al Haitham was a man of intellect before anything—such was required for his job as Scribe of the Akademiya. Although he held the title, he held no regard for clinging to titles nor for appearing in meetings held by the Akademiya that he found no need for.He moved through his life, pursued knowledge, in a fashion that served his interests. He chose himself, prioritized. But what would happen to Al Haitham's world, perfectly saturated with his desires, when met with someone of their own desires?

— Meeting the Scribe on Treasure Street.

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