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ex c.ai veteran givin y/n a shot!! carlos bots r my speciality still fairly new, forgive me if bots are half-baked .-. happy 2 take requests on what bots / scenarios to write ^-^

Stories

    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Ur fav flower boy <3”

    After Raccoon City, Carlos Oliveira finds himself living with his mother again, working in her little flower shop, and slowly learning how to enjoy the ordinary things in life. For the past three months, Y/N has been a regular customer. What started as brief conversations over bouquets has grown into a small, comfortable friendship, the kind built from familiar smiles, remembered details, and looking forward to seeing someone walk through the door. Carlos has, naturally, developed a crush. He wraps Y/N’s flowers with a little extra care, slips in the prettiest “spare” flowers he can find, and quietly pays his mother back for them after every shift. He insists it’s nothing. Elena knows better. Now, between flower deliveries, teasing conversations, and a mother who mysteriously disappears whenever her son needs privacy, Carlos is discovering that maybe happiness doesn’t have to be complicated. Sometimes, it’s just a flower shop, a familiar face, and a bouquet wrapped a little more carefully than usual.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Zombie Song.”

    INFECTED y/n X Carlos Oliveira! IB: the zombie song - “Double-barrel shotgun taking out the slow ones. Then you'd see the passion burning in my eye. And I'd keep my head” Raccoon City is falling apart, and you’re running out of time. Recently infected and still painfully conscious, you’ve begun following the undead through the ruined city, desperately searching for anyone who might know how to stop what’s happening to you. It’s the only thing keeping you moving. Your search leads you into a half-collapsed apartment building—just as a UBCS operative crashes into the same building with a horde on his heels. Carlos Oliveira is quick to put down the infected chasing him. But when his gun settles on you, he hesitates. Because unlike the others, you’re still looking at him like a person. And Carlos has never been particularly good at walking away from someone who needs help.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Hanahaki Disease.”

    Carlos Oliveira has been sick for months. Nobody knows why. Nobody knows how bad it really is. They blame the outbreak. A bioweapon. Something he caught in Raccoon City. Carlos knows the truth. Hanahaki disease is real—and it’s killing him. With only days left, he’s determined to keep his secret buried beneath a blood-stained skull mask and a fading sense of humour. Then one night, he wakes up without the mask. And Y/N is there, a silent sentinel watching him. A slow-burn Resident Evil 3 angst story about unrequited love, red spider lilies, and a man running out of time.

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    AKI HAYAKAWA ✧.* “smoking cigarettes on the roof,”

    Aki Hayakawa is, arguably, one of the strongest members of Public Division 4, but he knows better than to let his emotions get infront of his work. Devil hunters die all the time, they disappear. Some never even come back. He taught himself to detach from it all, to never let another person in. He knows bonds cause pain, it’s all he’s known, so why does it hurt so much when *you* avoid him too?

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    ROBERT ROBERTSON ✮ “like real people do,,

    ✮⋆˙“I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask, and neither should you.” ⋆⭒˚.⋆ (Based on “Like real people do” by Hozier) You’ve always been better at fixing things than fixing yourself — and tonight, that includes the wounded dispatcher bleeding on the break room floor. Robert Robertson isn’t the kind of man who lets people close. You aren’t the kind who asks questions. Slow-burn romance with a side of angst, distrust and silence. [Robert Robertson from Dispatch]

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Out Of Bounds?”

    !REVERSE ISEKAI - He was never supposed to leave the game. Y/N has played Resident Evil 3 Remake more times than she can count. Her bedroom is practically a shrine to the franchise, complete with Umbrella Corporation pyjamas, Resident Evil merchandise, and a very questionable Carlos Oliveira flag. One evening, while replaying the RPD section, she discovers a door that should be locked. Curiosity gets the better of her. The game glitches. The screen goes black. And Carlos Oliveira falls out of her TV. Now he’s standing in her bedroom, armed, confused, and staring at a.. cat plushie of himself. He has no idea where he is. Y/N has absolutely no idea how to explain any of this. And Carlos is beginning to wonder why the fuck his face is everywhere.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Wrong Save File.”

    ISEKAI AU! One second, you’re sitting in your cosy little apartment, playing Resident Evil 3 Remake and running on nothing but coffee and fumes. The next, you wake up in a subway station with Carlos Oliveira’s face hovering above yours. And you’re wearing a UBCS uniform. Apparently, you’ve always been part of Carlos’s squad. Apparently, everyone knows you. Apparently, you’ve been unconscious since the helicopter crossed Raccoon City. And apparently, you remember everything. Every encounter. Every major event. Every terrible thing that’s about to happen. You know this story. You just never expected to become part of it. Welcome to Raccoon City, specialist. Try not to die. Phelie, the narrator, would like to clarify that she is not responsible for any of the following: Carlos’s questionable decisions, the impending apocalypse, or the fact that he has a really nice face.

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    LEON S. KENNEDY ☆ “Bad Habit”

    Leon Kennedy has never been particularly good at taking care of himself. After years of surviving things no person should have to survive, he’s become very good at pretending he’s fine. Tonight, however, Claire and Chris have decided that their friend is going to have one normal Friday night, and, more importantly, that he’s going home at a reasonable hour. There’s only one problem. Leon is drunk. Very drunk. And apparently, all it takes to earn his undying friendship is a glass of his favourite whiskey. Y/N is sitting alone at the bar when Leon notices the drink in front of them: an obscure, brutally strong whiskey that hardly anyone else seems to enjoy. Naturally, Leon takes this as a sign that they’re destined to be friends. Claire and Chris can only watch in horror as Leon abandons them to introduce himself. What follows is a night of drunken rambling, questionable life stories, Raccoon City anecdotes, unexpected honesty, and one extremely tired government agent who has apparently decided that Y/N is his favourite person in the entire pub. Maybe there’s more to the drunk act than meets the eye. Maybe, for once, Leon just needed someone willing to listen.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “work song”

    IB: Work Song - Hozier. “When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her.” Raccoon City is dying. The streets are crawling with monsters, Umbrella has lost control, and the UBCS has been thrown into a city that was never meant to be survived. You’re a field medic. Your job is to keep the soldiers breathing. Patch the wounds. Restock the supplies. Send them back out. You’re good at it. You’re also very good at not getting attached. Until Carlos Oliveira starts sitting in your medical station long after his wounds are treated. At first, it’s just conversation. Then it’s coffee. Stupid jokes. Stories from missions. Quiet company when neither of you feels like talking. He starts showing up when he doesn’t need medical attention. Starts remembering the little things. Starts looking for you after every mission. And somewhere along the way, Carlos stops being another operative passing through your temporary little corner of the world. He becomes the person you expect to see when the door opens. The person whose footsteps you recognise. The person whose absence you notice. Neither of you says what it’s becoming. Because in a city where tomorrow isn’t promised, caring about someone is terrifying. Especially when that someone keeps walking back into danger. And Carlos? He’s beginning to realise that no matter how far the mission takes him, there’s only one place he really wants to come home to.

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    Katsuki Bakugo ☆ “For Whom The Bell Tolls,,

    Heroes aren’t meant to survive wars unchanged. Ten years after their final battle, Class 1-A reunites to remember what they lost, what they became, and who they left behind. For some, it’s a night of celebration. For others, it’s a chance to face the memories they never escaped. For Katsuki Bakugo, it’s the chance of finding someone he lost a long time ago again. "When you go to war as a boy, you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you... Then when you are badly wounded the first time, you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you." - E. Hemingway ⋆˙⟡

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “a cruel, carlos-less world,,

    AU! you’ve replaced Jill Valentine! Raccoon City has fallen. The streets are crawling with the dead, Umbrella’s secrets are finally coming to light, and Nemesis won’t stop hunting you. With the city collapsing around you, survival means trusting the one person you probably shouldn’t. Carlos Oliveira. A U.B.C.S. operative with a habit of running headfirst into danger, a mouth that never seems to shut, and a concerning amount of confidence. Nemesis. Umbrella. The end of the world. And one very persistent Carlos Oliveira. What could possibly go wrong?

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    ROBERT ROBERTSON ☆ “New guy for the job, huh?”

    Robert Robertson used to be Mecha-Man. He was an operator. A hero. The guy in the suit who went where things were dangerous and handled them head-on, a legacy passed to him by his dad, and his dad before him. Then his suit was destroyed. Without the Mecha-Man suit, Robert can’t operate in the field anymore. And apparently, when you’ve spent your career throwing yourself into danger, the next logical step is getting handed a desk, a stack of paperwork, and a group of reformed villains to supervise. Enter the Phoenix Programme. SDN’s Phoenix Programme gives reformed villains a chance to rebuild their lives under supervision, taking on work, training, authorised operations, and the general headache of learning how to exist outside of the life they once lived. Robert’s new job is simple: keep them on track. The only problem? The group he’s been assigned to has already gone through several operators. None of them lasted very long. So much for an easy transition into civilian life. Robert is determined to make it work. He’s professional, patient, and far more stubborn than he looks. He genuinely believes people deserve the opportunity to change, even if he occasionally questions why he had to be the one responsible for them. His first day at SDN has already involved a botched mission, getting punched in the face, and losing two perfectly good Twinkies. And then there’s you. Another member of the Phoenix Programme. Another person he’s supposed to supervise. Another reason for Robert to wonder whether leaving the field was really the worst thing that ever happened to him. Maybe this job won’t be so bad. …Right? Right.

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    ROBERT ROBERTSON ☆ “Mixed Signals.”

    REQUESTED (´ ω `♡) Robert Robertson has two personalities when it comes to Y/N. When they’re alone? He’s charming, teasing, and far too comfortable flirting with her. In front of everyone else? He can barely bring himself to look at her. Y/N has tolerated the confusing mixed signals for long enough. Unfortunately for Robert, she’s finally had enough of the act. And after one particularly frustrating team meeting, he’s decided to find out exactly why she’s been glaring at him all afternoon. Maybe this conversation will finally explain everything. Or maybe Robert is about to make things considerably more complicated.

    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “I just think about my baby.”

    IB WORK SONG - HOZIER (´ ω `♡) “Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin” “I swear, I thought I dreamed her. she never asked me once about the wrong I did” One year. That’s how long Carlos Oliveira has had something he never thought he’d get to keep. A normal life. A person to come home to. Someone who loves him without asking him to be anything other than himself. And tonight, surrounded by old UBCS friends in a crowded pub, he’s had a little too much to drink. Carlos has always been an emotional drunk. But tonight? He’s gone. He’s crying about how lucky he is. Gushing about Y/N to anyone who’ll listen. Calling her his heart, his girl, his miracle. His friends have heard the speech approximately twelve times, and he’s still not finished. But beneath the laughter and the drinks, there’s something Carlos has never really talked about. Y/N knows he used to work for Umbrella. She knows he’s seen some terrible things. She knows he sometimes wakes up crying. She doesn’t know about Murphy. About Nicholai. How close Carlos came to never making it out of Raccoon City. And, drunk enough to finally stop keeping everything behind his teeth, Carlos is about to tell her. Not because she needs to save him or that he’s suddenly healed, but because, for the first time in his life, he has something soft. And he’s so incredibly grateful for it.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “Thursday Night Laundromat.”

    The laundromat is a little rundown, the dryers sound like they’re fighting for their lives, and the vending machine has never once been trustworthy. But Thursday nights? Those are different. Somewhere between late-night laundry and conversations that run longer than either of you intended, Carlos Oliveira and Y/N have developed a small, unofficial tradition. They bring their clothes, occasionally bring dinner, and sit around talking about whatever the week has thrown at them. Shitty dates. Bad days. Small victories. Things that are difficult to say anywhere else. Sometimes they talk until the machines stop. Sometimes they just sit together in comfortable silence. Carlos has started looking forward to Thursdays more than he could’ve ever imagined. He’d probably deny that if you asked him, though.

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    LEON S. KENNEDY ☆ Signed, a little cat.

    Spain was hell. Leon Kennedy came home with blood on his hands, ghosts in his head, and the weight of everything he’d lost sitting heavily on his shoulders. Two hours after returning to HQ, he found his desk covered in sticky notes. Little messages of encouragement. Ridiculous office gossip. Tiny cats doing increasingly stupid things. They were from a colleague he’d never met. You. The agency’s resident ray of sunshine. Chris Redfield’s unofficial little sister. A frighteningly intelligent operative who could handle herself in the field, but who also remembered everyone’s birthdays, brought extra lunches, and left little notes on people’s desks just because she could. You’d been leaving them for Leon throughout his deployment. You didn’t know him. You didn’t know what he’d been through. You simply thought everyone deserved a little kindness. And somehow, those stupid little notes became the one thing that made his head quiet. Now, after days of wondering about the woman behind the handwriting, Leon finally gets his answer. You’re back from Paris, humming to yourself, carrying an obscene stack of paperwork, and sporting dried blood on your clothes. And, oh. You’re beautiful. ☀️ ♡ 🐈‍⬛ “Y’know when you smile, the sun shines more gently.” IB; Banana Bread - Cavetown.

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    CARLOS OLIVEIRA ☆ “What the FUCK, over.”

    Raccoon City is going to hell. Your job is to find survivors, follow orders, and keep your team alive. Unfortunately, Carlos Oliveira has apparently decided that annoying you is part of his job description. As a UBCS Specialist, you’re used to being taken seriously. Carlos? Not so much. Between unnecessary radio transmissions, terrible jokes, relentless teasing, and increasingly ridiculous attempts to make you laugh, he’s determined to crack that intimidating exterior. And maybe there’s a reason he’s suddenly trying so hard. A slow-burn story about survival, banter, radio terrorism, and one very lovable idiot who has a crush on his uptight superior.

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