claire isn’t as easy to please. she wants what she wants and will let absolutely nothing stand in her way, but that doesn’t mean she always has all the answers. marriage wasn’t even something really on her radar before she met you. claire loathes commitment, but friends with benefits turned to more, and here you are, still by her side. it frightens her just how much she cares about you. it takes a bundle of anxiety brewing over the course of several weeks and one disastrous night at a trashy bar for her to come clean, springing the idea out from seemingly nowhere.

“you’re an idiot. marry me!”

all wesker’s life, he fought expectations. to be different, be better, be calculating, unforgiving. love, he thought, was for lesser beings, and all it would do was slow him down. marriage was never on his radar. but he wasn’t expecting you. so, in his eyes, marriage became a stepping stone in the natural course of your lives. wesker proposes at night, near the river front in raccoon city. the skyline glimmers over the water, and he knows that over the next few years, he will change your lives more than either of you can imagine; so he has to do it now. while he still has time, while raccoon city still burns bright.

“be with me forever. belong to me.”

connections are a death sentence in ada’s line of work. she knows this, and yet, the moment she met you it was over with. she won’t buy a ring, or physical proof of a union, something her enemies could connect you to her with. there isn’t a day that goes by where ada doesn’t debate the decision. the smart thing to do would be to leave you. to have you forget you ever knew the woman who calls herself ada wong, the woman who goes to sleep without the knowledge that she’ll wake up for certain the next morning. but ada loves you, and she’s never been good at denying her heart. when you’re preparing dinner, she comes up behind you in the kitchen and wraps her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“stay with me. for the rest of my life.”

leon knows he should have married you years ago. he always meant to— the ring he bought ten years before still sits in the back of his nightstand drawer— but life got in the way. especially spain. things were never the same after spain. but he’s been trying to be better; a better person, a better partner, a better father (if that’s where you are in your relationship). on a rare day off, he spends the morning curled around you in bed, messy hair in his eyes. leon doesn’t practice, he doesn’t have a speech, he doesn’t even realize the words have left his mouth until you whip around.

“marry me, baby.”

the most suitable proposal for carlos is in the most raw, emotional period of his life. case-in-point, raccoon city. during the half-day that carlos is looking for jill, you’re with him. he’s running on fumes, exhausted, and terrified. you barely know one another. you’re the only survivor he’s been able to save, and all the two of you know is the raw, unfiltered versions of each other that the city chewed up and spit out. after a close encounter with a licker, carlos is delirious to the point of tears, and so are you. jill is still missing, and there’s still no way out. you do your best to comfort him despite impending doom, and carlos decides, beautiful as you are, both of you could die tonight.

jill is always tired. there are so many things she’d love to go do with you— botanical gardens, natural history museums, aquariums— but she hardly has the energy to get out of bed on her off days. the best date for jill is a lazy day. sleeping in and waking up in your arms is precisely how she enjoys spending her mornings, cooking breakfast together, showering, and just enjoying your closeness. she loves music, so don’t be too surprised if cooking turns into a singing and dancing party.

dates are next to impossible with leon. either he’s passed out on the couch before dinner or stuck fighting god knows what — it isn’t that he doesn’t feel terrible about it, though, because he does. he wants to make you feel special, but he doesn’t think you deserve a “burden like him”. it’ll require some effort on your part, and an aligning work schedule, but what he’d really like to do is take you out for dinner. leon isn’t a formal type of guy; think barbecue, or heavy american bar food. somewhere the two of you can let loose and talk, where leon can pretend that his work won’t rip him away from you again tomorrow.

sherry just wants to do something fun. so many years of her life were stolen from her, especially her youth, and she wants to make up for lost time with you. when you’re able to pull her away from work, expect trips to amusement parks, museums, and very long hikes. she likes to camp far away from civilization, where she doesn’t have any reception— that way, she’s alone with you, and no one from work can come find her.

wesker is, surprisingly, something of a classic romantic. stays at luxury hotels, five star restaurants, they’re all a natural part of a relationship with him. he’ll wine and dine you until the sun goes up, and he knows when to turn on his charms. but what he really loves, genuinely, is making dinner at home. the home he shares with you, and all of your memories together. albert is an incredible chef. he’ll use you as his taste tester and assistant, which is half the fun— nine times out of ten, he’ll come up behind you to steal a kiss.

if you’re in a relationship with ada, it’s more than likely you’re in a similar line of work. so, what date night usually ends up being is either, sitting in the infirmary together after a mission, or promptly going home to turn on a movie and fall asleep twenty minutes in. ada doesn’t mind. being curled up on the couch next to you is far better than whatever is waiting for you out there. here, she knows she can keep you safe.

motorcycle rides are the most romantic kind of date you’re going to get with jake. he loves taking you anywhere, everywhere, especially when you sit behind him with your arms around his waist. he’ll take you anywhere you want to go, as long as he gets to drive. otherwise, you’re usually holed up in some off-the-road bar, watching jake get cash through winning at darts, or at a restaurant poking fun at other patrons. jake’s a master of the “make up a bizarre story about a stranger” game.

chris redfield: chris finds you hiding out in the bar. you hide behind the piano, nearly whacking him upside the head with your makeshift weapon, a sharp piece of metal that you had pulled off of one of the fences outside. thanks to his quick reflexes, he dodges your attack, and presents himself as a member of s.t.a.r.s. it’s been too long since you’ve seen another person; traveling room to room to avoid the monsters in this labyrinth shaped like a house, haunted by how they looked and ran like people. chris’ face is like a breath of fresh air, and with the way he smiles at you, you have a feeling he’s going to keep you safe. little did you know, chris feels the same way.

your feeling was proven right in the library. yawn, the giant snake, (because of course with your luck that would be what you found) knocks you over the balcony. landing against the hard tile made your vision go blurry, and you knew better than to stay laying down, but it was too hard to get up. in a moment, chris was at your side, helping you to your feet. “i didn’t mean to fall,” you said, half joking. chris smiles, squeezing your shoulder.

“don’t worry. next time, i’ll catch you.”

jill valentine: jill finds you in the kitchen. she walks into the room just as you stomp on the head of a crawling zombie. honestly, jill is just as lost and afraid as you are — even with all of her training. once you’re out of the dangers that remain in the kitchen, she takes you back out to the main hall. with jill’s training and your experience in the mansion combined, the two of you plan over the map that you made of the areas you’ve already explored, to clear the outer halls. jill doesn’t feel comfortable leaving you, a civilian, alone just yet, but she knows that desperate times call for desperate measures. the main hall becomes the sanctuary for the both of you.

it’s when you don’t return to your meeting point that jill grows worried. she waits for a while, thinking perhaps you’ve lost your way, but the unknowing is unbearable. jill sets off through the east wing to find you; you are her responsibility, but it was more than that. what were the odds of her finding someone like you again? the relief that floods her body when she finds you kneeling over richard is immense. you stay with him, holding his hand through the pain, while jill searches for the antidote to his poison. you staying behind with her hurt colleague, her friend, even at risk to yourself, makes jill feel something she can’t explain. that’s when she knows for sure that you’re different. and that you’re both going to be okay.

rebecca chambers: rebecca finds you in the medical storage room. you were tending to a wound when she stumbled in; not anything major, just a cut. you got it from your swiss army knife when you tripped, while running from one of those things. the first thing she does is sit and help you, out of nothing but the kindness of her heart. she’s seen so much the past few days, and it grounded her to remind herself she could still help someone. that there was still time. you and rebecca hit it off. she stays glued to your side and promises not to take her eyes off of you— especially when hunter betas make their way into the mansion. the risk of decapitation was too high.

in fact, it’s what almost happens when the two of you make your break from the storage room. rebecca’s hand is intertwined with yours as the two of you run up the stairs. just as you get to the top, a hunter leaps, it’s clawed hand raised— rebecca yanks your arm so hard that you tumble to the ground in front of you, narrowly avoiding losing your head. your heart is beating out of your chest, but rebecca helps you to your feet, and you make it back out to the safety of the main hall. “rebecca,” you say, trembling, your heart thudding in your ears and your shoulder burning. “you saved my life.”

“actually,” she says regrettably. “i dislocated your arm.”

the two of you burst into unexpected, weepy laughter.

albert wesker: wesker finds you in the graveyard. it piques his attention how you’ve gotten this far, especially without a real gun. he startles you as he comes up from behind, keeping up his s.t.a.r.s. captain facade, offering his protection. the last part is true, to an extent. wesker wants to see what you’re capable of. it’s not every day that someone is naturally talented enough to survive in a place like this. he’s careful to gauge your reactions to the b.o.w.s, to see how you might react to the tyrant— if you get that far. he is sure to ‘get separated’ just before you get to lisa’s cabin. if you, unarmed, could escape a crimson head, perhaps lisa would prove to be your match. besides, he has hunter betas to release.

he’s pleasantly surprised when you escape only minorly scathed. lisa managed to give you what he’s sure is a concussion, but he feigns ignorance. instead, wesker is done playing games. he leads you down to the lab, down to the tyrant production facility. his facility. the tyrant isn’t yet ready to be released in its full glory, an honor he’s saving for redfield and valentine’s gruesome fates, but he’s ready for you to see. worse comes to worse, albert will kill you. but he sees something in you. a spark, one that he used to have, one that william used to have. he wants to preserve it and keep it for his own. that’s why, when he presents his ultimate life form to you, a grin grows on his face at your words.

“now that is something to be afraid of.”

resident evil 2 — you were in raccoon city on vacation. that was the most fucked up, unfair part of it all. you wanted a break from life, work, family. the arklay mountains had beautiful weather in late summer, early fall. you just weren’t expecting the zombies. you did everything right! you followed the broadcasts, made your way to the police station, and it was a massacre. it took everything you had not to sit on the floor and just break down crying, but you had to keep moving. you were going to see another sunrise.

leon s kennedy: leon finds you in the main hall. he’s just gotten in from the courtyard after finally finding claire. for a moment, he thinks you’re one of the zombies, and nearly shoots you before you shriek at him. the sound attracts the real zombies nearby, and the two of you don’t exactly have the time for a proper introduction. it’s not until you make it to the dark room that you have a chance to talk. leon, to his credit, is apologizing the moment the door shuts. he talks a million miles a minute in a way that’s absolutely adorable. leon’s face flushed all the way to his ears above the collar of his uniform and for a minute, you realize, you might believe in love at first sight.

leon holds your hand while escaping from nest. the whole thing is a blur; annette, ada, what was left of william birkin, the super tyrant. you thought you’d finally escaped when you made it onto the train, but it wasn’t quite over. you told him to wait with claire and sherry while you checked out whatever had hit the train; the moment the doors locked behind you in the final car, you realized it was too late. birkin ripped through the car like wet paper, but with a pipe to the eye, you sent him careening. the train car detached, leon grabbed your hand, and just like that, the nightmare was over. it isn’t until you look up at leon, who was staring down at you in utter awe and admiration, that you really did believe in love at first sight.

claire redfield: claire finds you in the kennels. the moment she opens the door, still filled with fury from the chief stealing sherry from her arms, she sees you paralyzed against the far wall. a licker stood between the two of you, and she could hear the clicking of another behind the kennels on the right, and you catch her eyes with the most desperate look she’s ever seen. without breaking eye contact, claire loads an acid round into her grenade launcher. she makes a hand motion for you to stay put, and you nod. you have to admit, watching her take out two of those things at once, was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

claire, she says her name is. claire. strong, clear. she tells you about her brother, about leon, and sherry. how she wants to kill the chief when she finds him, and she beams when you agree. even during all of this, being around claire was different. you’d never met someone like her before. she makes you stronger, faster, better— she makes you feel something, maybe fear. fear of losing her. when the two of you are running under the orphanage, finally having found sherry, you push her out of the way of the tyrant, into the elevator first. you’re the one standing in front of her and sherry both, blood splattering across your face as william birkin eviscerates the tyrant, clutching their hands tightly in yours. yes, you think, before the elevator falls. this family we made; i won’t let them die tonight.

ada wong: ada finds you in the jail. she was on her way to find ben, her informant, when she sees you trying to reach through the bars of a cell for a first aid spray. it doesn’t work out. it’s cute, she thinks, watching you struggle. but she leans through the gap with her long, slim arms, and grabs it for you. you jump, but hesitantly accept it. ada, without thinking, tells you to get out of there; you nod, heading back the way she’d come in. she watches you walk away, a tad fondly.