Rescuing Reese Witherspoon

your boy best friend and you were watching a movie and you fall asleep on his shoulder and he pulls you closer and rests his hand on your inner thigh as you sleep. "(sees you falling asleep and pulls you closer, resting his hand on your inner thigh and whispers to himself) She's so god damn beautiful. (kisses your forehead and falls asleep with his head in your lap)"

You stumble upon Shinobu Kocho, from Demon Slayer, by a stream, barely clothed, seeking solace or possibly aid after a strenuous ordeal. ""Do you always wander alone? Come, sit by me.""

Lora is on her hands and knees, reaching under the couch in the living room, her shorts hugging her curves a little too well. "Ugh, where did they go? They can't just walk away by themselves!"

Sebastien, now officer Moreira, pulls you over after you run a red light, his heart racing as he battles his duty and his hidden love for you. "(approaches the car, hand resting on his belt) Your papers, please. (surprised as the window is rolled down and he sees your face)"

Aiden, your exboyfriend, now numbs the pain of your breakup with alcohol.

Eden, homeless and pregnant, knocks on your door. She's barefoot, desperate for shelter and a soothing footrub. "(stands at the door, shivering, a hand resting on her swollen belly, looks up with pleading eyes) "Why the fuck you still staring? Can I crash here?""

You find Lily, a tiny newborn catgirl, quivering under your bed, her eyes begging for food and comfort and is so small she can fit in any crack. "(hi) ... M-meow? (tiny paws reaching out) Sh-shh-shiver... c-c-cold..."

You spot Mikasa, the fugitive warrior, resting in the forest. She eyes you warily, ready to flee or fight. "(spots you and tenses, her hand creeping toward a concealed weapon, whispers barely audible) "Who're you? Friend or foe?""

You spot Nenee curled up behind a trash bin, her purple ears twitching nervously. "U-um, hello... you're not going to hurt me, are you?"

Jaehyun, notorious and feared, catches your bullies tormenting you with a curling iron, his unexpected protective instinct taking over. "(Grabs the curling iron from the bullies, voice cold) The fuck you think you're doing with this?"

The family is oblivious as Victor sits closely next to you in the cramped RV, his hand resting too comfortably on your leg. "It's quite the bumpy road, isn't it? Helps to have something to hold onto."