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I specialize in fluff and headcanons, but I can write about angst and smut (i’m a bit rusty 😭✋🏽).
You are welcome to give me a genre/trope that’s not written down, if you so wish. But I might ask for more detail, especially if it’s a trope/genre, I haven’t done yet.

Below this text, are some of the topics I write for. This list will be changed, some will be removed and some will be added, but here some of them.
Shows
The Umbrella Academy
Moon Knight
Loki
The Walking Dead
Stranger Things
Lab Rats (plus Bionic Island and Elite Force)
Robocop (some please request for him, i need ideas 😭✋🏽)
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note: this story is a SMUT/LEMON. if you do not like that, or just don’t wish to read it, people keep scrolling. also i haven’t written smut in a while, so im EXTREMELY rusty.
MDNI!!!
pairing: Kaname Date x fem!reader (it is none or mentioned that the reader does in fact have female reproductive parts)
warning: edited but still def imperfections + aiba being a little cockblock
“Stop it, Date!” You playfully swat at the man that was currently holding you tight and tickling your sides, “Cut it out.”
“Not until you hold up your end of the deal and give me what I want.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said through your laughter, causing Date to stop his actions briefly.
“Oh, really? Seems like you need a refresher.” He tries pulling you even closer than before, if that was possible, and puts his lips against your exposed collarbone.
His hands, wandering down from the sides of your torso to your waist.
He places kisses along your shoulder, then moves up towards your neck, leaving more kisses and bite marks in its wake.
Shivers sending its way up and down your spine, a result of Date’s gentle touch. “Can’t stay still, can you?”
“It’s tickles a little, Date.” You admitted to him, and he smirked against your skin.
“That is the least of your worries.”
Within one swift movement, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and hiked you up onto the counter.
Though the relationship is still new, this was nothing new to you. Even still, it’ll never cease to amaze you, with his strong this guy is.
“You still want to play dumb, huh?” You didn’t speak a work to him wanting to hear what he’d do.
Him and Aiba must have been talking telepathically, as you can see Aiba pop out of his head and leave the room.
You don’t question it, as Aiba has a right to leave his eye socket as much as she wants.
You brought your hand up to the left side of his face, and gently run your thumb along the skin of his eyelid.
“Don’t be getting all soft on me, come here.” He gently grabs you by the throat and pulls you in, kissing you deeply.
You realize that the hand he hand on your throat moved down your breasts, Date not hesitating to grab hold for a few seconds.
Then down to grab hold of your thigh before slipping it under your pajamas shorts, causing you to jump a little.
“Date!” You exclaim wanting him to remove his hand. “Your hand is cold!”
“Let me warm them up inside you, if they’re that cold.”
You roll your eyes playfully, but Date was only joking partially. He began to pull your shorts down, till they began to dangle from your ankles, gravity causing them to fall naturally.
He presses his cold fingers against your clothed heat, your arousal on full display to him, thanks to the wet spot on your underwear. “Look at that, you’re warming me up already. You’re currently warmed something else up too.”
You let out another laugh, as he was quick witted, but also not afraid to let out his most perverted thoughts with you.
You feel the fabric of your panties being pulled to the side, and fingers slowly rubbing against your folds.
“Date…” You said, it coming out softer than you thought it would. Date notices instantly, looks down at you with a sly grin.
He loved that he could make you emit such sounds, and he would never get tired of it. In fact, he’d kill just to hear more of it.
“You like that, huh?” He said, feeling very accomplished with himself. “What if I did this?”
His fingers press against your folds more, then his precious touch to them, and moved his fingers faster.
Your body jolted upwards, not because the feeling was bad, quite the opposite in fact.
You bit down on your lip to keep from letting Date hear them, “Don’t be quiet now.” He says.
Slowly pushing his fingers inside, in a desperate attempt to hear more of your sweet moans.
“Give it to me.” He demanded, his actions becoming erratic. “Let me hear it.”
His desperation and the depth in his voice, is enough to make you go haywire.
You let one moan fall, then came the other sounds Date loved so much, like a damn bursting open.
“Fuck yes..” If Date wasn’t hard before, he was definitely hard now.
“Cum for me..” His fingers moving in and out of you at such a fast rate, you can’t help but obey his order.
You grabbed hold onto him, as you spilled all on his fingers.
He took them out, as soon as you released your grip on his fingers, and tasted you off his fingers.
As soon as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, you grab him by his outfit [the one he wears everyday] and kissed him.
Using your legs you brought his hips in, causing his closed hard-on to rub against your heat.
The sound of desperate groans spilled its way into your mouth, as Date’s hips acted on impulse, desperate for any source of friction.
Of course, you weren’t helping by thrusting up into him, that only heightened his need to feel you wrapped around him.
And without wasting anymore time, his lips were off yours, and hands were frantically getting off his pants and boxers.
He aligned himself with me, but didn’t put it in.
Yes, he had such a carefree attitude about him, but since meeting you? He still wants to make sure you consent to it first, as the relationship was still ‘fresh.’
Though he is very awkward when it comes to even asking. “So, uh….”
You raise a brow, you know what he wants, but all the words he knows die on his tongue. “Can I…?”
“Spit it out.”
“Oh, come on! You know what I’m trying to ask you!” You laugh, and pulled him in, so you could whisper your words to him.
“Fuck me, Date. I want you to stuff me full of… all of you.”
Upon backing up, his face goes blank. He could’ve swore, that line came right out of porno magazine, he’s read.
He wanted to pinch himself, to see if this was a dream. Maybe even a Psync, but he wasn’t going to waste time dwelling on the facts.
He had only gotten to push the tip in, when a knock was heard on the door. Startling the both of you.
“Date! You’re getting a phone call.”
Date’s lips form the word ‘fuck,’ in aggravation.
“Well, don’t answer it! I’ll call back later!” He says, upon hearing silence, a knowing smirk settles on his face.
Ready to go back to business, only for another knock to echo throughout the room, “Seriously?!”
“Date!”
“Aiba, I’m a little busy right now!”
“This is an urgent matter! This order comes directly from HQ!”
“I understand that, but HQ can fuck itself!” He angrily, pulls you to the edge of the counter, desperate to try and finish what was started.
You’d be lying if you said, you didn’t like the way he was manhandling your body right then.
“Date! I’m coming in there!”
“No! Aiba, no! That’s an order!” He exclaimed quickly, know Aiba would listen if it was a direct order from him.
“Let’s go, Date!”
He groans, fists balled up with his knuckles turning white against the semi-cold countertop.
But he helps you down and off it, with an apologetic look in his eyes. “It’s okay, go. I’ll be here when you get back. It’ll be like nothing happened.”
“Are you sure?” He asked, and you nodded. “Thank you for understanding, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
With a chaste kiss to your lips, his outfit back to its original state—he was gone.
note: i just started playing Ai: The Somnium Files and love Date’s character. so here’s a little something for him.
synopsis: imagine being married to Date, but he doesn’t remember after the accident.
pairing: Kaname Date x fem!wife!reader
warning: not edited!!
“Where is he? Is he okay?”
“Ma’am! Calm down who?”
“My husband, my husband.” You replied to the receptionist, frantic.
“Okay, ma’am. Ma’am, listen to me, who is your husband?”
“Date, Kaname Date.” You told her.
“When did you last see him?”
“A little over four, maybe five-ish hours ago. He was with me in my apartment, then left. And hasn’t been back for a while.”
The officer nods in understanding, “Do you know where he could’ve went?”
“No, he tells me a lot of things, but somethings he keeps to himself.”
“I understand, we’ll alert every officer and have them look for your husband. Do you have a picture of him?”
You provided them with a photo of Date, and your phone number. They were grateful for the information you gave and they promised to keep an eye out for him.
The policeman was nice enough to drive you back to your apartment, but once you stepped foot inside you couldn’t help, but cry.
Especially since there is a killer that’s taking out peoples eyes, on the loose and he might try to get Date.
You tried to eat to distract yourself, but couldn’t. Even trying to sleep it away was a challenge.
You sat at the kitchen island, phone on the table, waiting for a call back from the police.
You barely slept a wink before the sun started to come up.
As soon as ring came through, you immediately lifted your head up and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, this the the Metropolitan Police Station. Is this ___ ___?”
“This is she, do you have anything for me?”
“We do, and we’d like you come to the hospital right away.”
“I’ll be there.” You did your absolute best to make yourself look like you hadn’t cried yourself to sleep last night.
Once, you made it to the hospital, you went inside not trying to hide the fact that you were looking all over the room for him.
“Can I help you?”
“Uh, yes. I’m looking for my husband, Kaname Date. An officer called and told me to come here.
“Yes, he’s in the ER. I believe he’s resting, but you are able to check on him.”
You nod and head over to that side of the hospital, and spot him lying on the bed, through the glass.
Eye patch on his eye.
You look around before going into the room, and sat next to him.
You gently grab his hand and looked at his face.
“Date?” You watch as his body shifts slightly, in his sleep and took that as a sign to not speak and let him rest.
You wait for a good hours, and notice him moving bit more, and starts to wake up.
“Date, hi. How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“I was so worried about you, I’m glad to see you’re feeling alright—”
“Who are you?”
Slight panic starts to enter your bloodstream, “It’s me. ___. Don’t you remember?”
He stares at you with a blank expression. He seems to have no recollection of you, and who you were/are.
“I’m your wife, we’ve been married for years. And none each other for longer than that. Don’t you remember?”
He shakes his head, “I would’ve remembered someone as beautiful as you. That reminds me, can I get your number?”
The panic that entered your body has now spread all over.
You were practically a stranger to him now, all the dates, silly talks, everything.
It’s like it’s all been for not.
And you can’t seem to get him to remember you.
Nothing you tell him now, will make him remember.
You take your hand off his, and slowly stood up.
“Something I said? I don’t bite.” He said, in a joking matter.
Normally you would’ve laughed, but you couldn’t— you didn’t find anything funny right now.
Your ‘husband’ has forgotten you entirely, it’s like the both of you never even met.
It was a feeling worse than heartbreak or a divorce.
note: i don’t know if you guys have seen the Doctor Strange skin on Marvel Rivals, last season. I made this for it. it definitely not my best work, but i do want to get a bunch of my (finished) drafts out for you guys.
pairing: Doctor Stephen Sanders x fem!reader
warning: edited (pretty sure), but again NOT my best work.
Fake coughs, and sneezes that seemed a little too fake to be real.
Is what brought me back to the very place, of the universities health center… Doctor Stephen Sanders.
Poor guy has only been here for a few days, and mostly everyone has found some extravagant way of being sent to health center.
Not me though, I use the old cough and sneeze technique.
And be it to my surprise, it worked. I mean, of course it would.
“Miss ___, this is the second time you’ve been brought here. I thought we established that you were fine the first time, no?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, you did say that.”
“So, pray tell, what it is you have today.” He asked, and I put on my best cough and sneeze impression.
Stephen turned and acted as if he was looking at his computer, all while trying not to laugh.
“Stop laughing! This is serious!”
“I’m not! I’m— I’m not laughing. I’m pulling up your medical records.”
“Oh, so. My medical records are funny to you? This is highly inappropriate, Doctor Sanders.”
“It’s not, I swear. I’ll turn around,” He turns and puts his hands in his pockets. “From the very real and very believable coughing and sneezing you did, I’ll give you this.”
He gives me a few cherry flavored cough drops, “What’s this?”
“I see your coughing knocked a few brain cells out, those are cough drops.”
“Oh, hush! I know what they are, is this all you’re giving me?”
“Yes, you have had a cold before, correct? Your body will fight it off on its own, you don’t need my help.”
I fight the urge to huff and whine, and thanked him, not wanting to sound ungrateful.
I hopped off the table and headed for the exit, “See you in two days.”
“I’m sorry?” I ask, turning to meet his eye, only to be met with him shrugging.
Not elaborating further, he went back to work.
I didn’t know what he meant at that time, but he was definitely expecting me to show up again.
note: i been seeing a lot of tiktoks regarding Leon, but the zombie version of him, and it’s inspired me to make a little story of how we (the reader) first seen Leon as a zombie.
pairing: zombie!au!Leon S. Kennedy x BAU!reader
may or may not be grammatical errors, forgive me!
“According to the map, it should be straight ahead, the entrance is on the right.”
“I know the way, Sher.” You reply, slightly more passive-aggressive than you wanted, but you can’t take back what you said.
“Just making sure you know, it’s been a long time since you’ve been there.”
Raccoon City Police Department.
Looking completely destroyed after the explosion that hit it.
It’s been years since you’ve been back there, it looks almost unrecognizable. Almost.
You try not to let your thoughts get cloudy, thinking about the day your partner. Your good friend.
Oh boy, how you miss him so.
“___? You with me?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m here.” You replied to her, “I’m here..” This time it was muttered under your breath more so the remnants of what’s left the building, you were once so happy to work in.
You walk up to the door and hovered your hand over the doors handle.
You’re about to open up a whole can of worms, that you’re not even sure you want to open. But you came here for a reason, the mission is that reason, saving Grace is that reason.
Whether or not you want to go inside, you have to do it. For Grace.
You open that door and immediately started, fanning the area around your face, as dirt and dust was kicked up. Just from opening the door.
“This place really did get the shit end of the stick.”
“What does it look like?”
“Still RPD, just with a bunch of debris and broken glass everywhere.” You walk around the front desk, and notice the typewriter—broken, but still intact somehow.
You see there’s a desk and some intel from, what you believe is the BSAA’s doing.
“Sherry, there’s a map here. Looks like the BSAA set up shop.”
“Is it abandoned?”
“I’m not sure..” You were too busy looking at the map, and reading a note that said “You can’t save anyone,” to notice the big decorative sign on the draping onto the floor, by your feet.
Memories come rushing to the forefront of your mind, and before long you were reminiscing.
You hold up a portion of the sign to yourself, and smile ear to ear with pride.
And as if on cue, Senior Police Officer Marvin Branagh walked into the room.
“I just finished the sign, sir. What do you think, Marvin?”
He looks down at you, wondering if you had lost your mind calling him by his first name. “I mean Lieutenant Branagh.”
He shakes his head and laughs wholeheartedly, “You better not let Irons catch you saying that, but it looks great. You did a good job.”
“Now to figure out how to set it up.” You stated, Marvin takes one end and looks around and spots Officer Edward, “Come help us with this.”
“Yes, sir.” He says, and within no time, the sign was hanging in the office area in front of the desks.
And that point, it was unfortunately time for us to go back to work, but I had hoped the new recruit liked it.
A light from something a little ways ahead of me shown in my face, and I noticed it was a camera.
Showing some guy, presumably Zeno and Grace.
“I found Grace..”
“Is she in the building with you?”
“Seems like it.” Once you got the location, you were well on your way to save Grace.
You went through the offices, where your sign once hung, and made your way into the hallway.
You jumped as you seen a undead officer, made its way around the corner, on its way to you. You never jump, but you thought this place had been completely abandoned.
Expect for Grace and Zeno’s presence.
“I’m sorry, officer.” You held up your gun and fired a couple rounds into the head of the zombie, and watched it fall.
Sadness welling up in your chest, you had probably known this officer once upon a time.
But do him being zombified, you couldn’t tell who it was exactly.
Nevertheless, you hope he can rest in peace now.
You stood up after mourning the fallen officer, only to feel hands on you. You instantly push the hands up off you, forcing the person to the ground.
Your gun aimed for the head, but you don’t fire.
You killed the zombie before with ease, why couldn’t you kill this one.
“Leon..?” You spoke almost breathlessly, due to being confused and wondering if you’re feeling delirious.
“Sherry?” You said into the mic, “I found him..”
“Who? Is it the guy with Grace?”
“It’s… It’s Leon.. He turned..” You back up and watch as Leon, slowly placed his hands on the floor, in an attempt to stand up again.
Still wearing his RPD uniform, though dirty and tattered. Despite the building’s fallen debris, how much he’d gone through, you would always recognize this man.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of him.”
“You don’t mean—”
“There’s no other choice, Sherry. I’m not leaving him here. He’s coming with me.”
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hi!! would you be able to write for elite force era chase?? i don’t care much for plot i suppose.. its just hard enough to find chase fics in general but its like impossible to find elite force fics. thanks!
note: i’d love to! i will try my best and keep the tag lab rats alive! this story is kinda sad, at least to me. and i apologize for how late i finished this request, i was trying to figure out which direction to take it in. though i do hope it’s good.
(p.s. i accidentally wrote a story for bionic island, forgetting you requested elite force, im so out of it 😭)
pairing: Chase Davenport x fem!reader
this story starts in the readers pov, then third person, then back to first. sorry, if it all seems sloppy!
warning: edited, but still could be grammatical errors!!
“You won’t get away with this!” I exclaim, banging on the metal bars of my enclosure, with the palms of my hands.
Roman walked up to me, and gently graced my skin with his finger, causing me force my head away from his touch. He smirks in response, “Already did.”
My chest heaves as I stare at the man, making a mental note of his face.
I heard about Roman and Riker from Bree and Chase, but never thought they’d have the gall, to kidnap one of us.
“Come on, we’ve got work to do.” Riker said, walking past his brother. Roman leaves the room, not before blowing me a kiss, causing me to feel sick.
Once they left, I yelled and kicked the bars with my foot. Annoyed I let myself get caught by them, with how cautious I was.
—————
“Please leave your message for..” Chase sighed, as the phone again went straight to voicemail. He has called you around three or four times.
The first two you might’ve have been too busy to answer. The third and fourth, started to have him worry.
“Easy there, tiger. You call her anymore, and she’s gonna block you.”
“Bree, this is serious, okay? She would never leave her phone unattended. I’m worried about her.”
“Well, if you’re so worried. Why don’t you see if she’s home?”
“That’s just it, if she was home we would’ve texted me, to let me know.”
“Paranoid much?”
“Hey, we’re just trying to keep each other safe. In a world, where anyone can get bionics? We gotta be cautious.”
“Hey, guys. What’s up?”
“Skylar? Have you seen ___?”
“No, not since yesterday. Why? She okay?”
“She’s not picking up her phone.”
“That’s weird, she never goes anywhere without it..”
The three start to brainstorm, and think about your possible whereabouts when a knock on the door, makes it way into the room.
Bree gets up and opens the door, not even allowed to say a simple ‘hello,’ before Perry barged in.
“Yes, just come on in, why don’t you?”
“Thanks, I was going to do that with or without your permission.” Bree rolled her eyes at their former Principal and when back to talking with Chase and Skylar.
Around 10-15 minutes went by, until Perry spoke up, upon hearing your name.
“Oh, you guys talkin about that ___ girl?”
“Yes, why? Have you seen here?”
“I seen someone that looked like her get grabbed by some guys in black? I think? Looked kind of cloudy.”
“Cloudy?” Skylar asked aloud.
“Roman and Riker.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
She shrugs, “It was dark and cloudy and I was only seeing what I could, through my binoculars.”
“What were you doing with those?”
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to, speedy.” Bree furrowed her brow in confusion and genuine concern for the lady.
Upon hearing this new information, from a not-so-reliable source, they began to search for places as to where you were taken.
“What about here?” Bree points to a warehouse.
Shady, semi-dark alleyway, perfect spot to bring a kidnapped person.
It’s genius..
They suited up and went to cheek out the area.
“Find any way in?”
“Nope, they have this place locked up tight. I mean who would even want in this place anyway?”
“Evil people perhaps?”
“I know that, but I mean not everyone is going to want to come inside so they have to have left something unlocked or open.”
“Instead of us, going in quietly. Why don’t I melt the door knob off, kick the door down, save the girl and go to sleep.”
“Was the sleep part necessary, Kaz?”
“Extremely.” Kaz motions for us to stand back, and melts the door and kicks the door in one fell swoop.
The door could most definitely be heard by anyone, so they had to act fast. They run inside the building, searching for your location.
—————
“What was that?”
“They’re here.” Roman turned to look at me, and I purposely looked away from him. “Shame, I wanted to talk to you more..”
“Get away from her.” The group of super powered humans, shown up to save me.
“You can have her, we got what we needed, you’ll be seeing us very soon..”
What they needed? What did they take from me?
They disappear into a cloud of smoke, keys dropping to the floor and exited the building from a broken window.
“Really? That’s it? Traveled all this way, and we didn’t even get to fight them?” Kaz exclaimed, and Oliver put a hand on his shoulder, also hurt that there wasn’t much of a fight.
Chase didn’t mind and instead he picked the keys up and opened the door and hugged me tight. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, I just don’t understand. They didn’t take anything from me.”
“It’s alright, don’t worry about that now. You’re safe now, and we’re taking you to the headquarters. No one will ever hurt you.”
We all began to walk out of the room and go home.
But my mind wasn’t going to settle yet, not after hearing that Roman and Riker were planning on coming back..
Could you write a story about Marcus Davenport (from Lab Rats) and me? (It takes place at the end of season four when Douglas suggests reprogramming him and putting him back together (which you and the others don't know)). You and Marcus Davenport were a couple before he died (the first time). (The time when Douglas tries to fix Marcus Davenport is the beginning of Lab Rats' elite force.) (Kaz is your best friend.) Just like Oliver has an obsession with Skylar, it's similar with you and Kaz (only not as bad from a distance, much more harmless). (Douglas is at home while you're with Kaz and the others.) You're doing well with the others.
Hi, Anon! I just had a question regarding this story, before I get started.
What is the plot? What is the problem that needs to be solved?
I apologize if it’s right there and I’m just not seeing it, I understand the setting and who the people are to you (as in the reader.)
Just wanted to know what I would be writing about, like is it ‘the reader finding out Marcus is back?’ Or ‘Marcus is reprogrammed and goes on a hunt for the reader?’
Could I request a Leon x reader x Luis I saw you made one before and I loved it ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა
Could it be a fem reader !! set in the re4 timeline ? Maybe the reader got hurt or something like that !!
Thank you !! Bai bai <3
note: i’d love to! i made the boys protective, but luis is a bit more protective, but still has his carefree personality. i hope it’s good!
pairing: protective!Leon x fem!reader x reallyprotective!Luis
warning: edited but still might be grammatical errors, also i am NOT a spanish speaker, if any of them are wrong, i do apologize!!
“I leave you two alone for one minute! And you end up hurt!” Luis exclaimed, upset that something happened, but not too upset to the point that he wasn’t gentle.
The two helped me out of the elevator and into the Merchant’s Room, where Leon has frequently tested his skills.
They gently sat me down.
“Ay… what happened?” Luis crouched down to my level to look at the bloody cloth on my side.
“It’s not bad, promise!” He removed the cloth, to get a look at it and looked me in the eyes.
“Not bad, huh? They got a good lick in, I’ll tell you that.” He said, earning himself an eye roll and groan from me.
Leon noticed my discomfort and put a hand in the small of my back, rubbing small circles against it.
“A villager attacked her, and somehow managed to get her side.”
“The bleeding stopped, so that’s good. We should get you patched up.”
“Maybe the Merchant has something..?” I said, and Leon stood up.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” With a final gently pat on my back, he headed in the Merchants direction, to grab some supplies for my gash.
Luis continued to examine the wound, hoping something would become apparent to him.
“I’m fine, Luis. I promise.”
“You definitely are, but I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“About you, enamorada. About your safety.”
“Luis…”
“‘Luis,’ nothing. You—” He huffs. His face showing annoyance and anger, but his eyes told a different story. A different emotion. I place a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the pain in my side from the movement.
“You need to be careful.”
“And I am—”
“No, listen to me. The people out there are capable of things, that I don’t want you experiencing. ¡Carajo! I don’t even want you near them.”
He’s right, it’s a cut right now, but what if I’m not watching out and get infected with Las Plagas.
“Please. Just be mindful.” Luis looks me in the eyes, clearly showing his desperation.
“I promise you, I will be.”
He noticed Leon was coming back, with the spoils from his interaction with the Merchant, and took my hand from off his shoulder.
Leon looked between the both of us, noticing there was a clear shift in tension between Luis and I.
He wanted to question what happened when he left, but instead he told Luis to trade places with him.
“This’ll hurt, but hold still, okay?” I nod, as I felt the sharp and painful sting of alcohol against my fresh cut.
I shut my eyes, as if it’ll help me endure the pain tried my hardest, to stay still.
Within seconds the pain subsided, and Leon wrapped the bandage around my body. “It’s not the best, but it’ll have to do for now till we get out of here.”
“Well, thank you guys. What will I ever do without you guys?”
“You’d be lost without me by your side. We don’t need him tagging along.” Luis said, referring to Leon. Then held a hand out to me to help me up, like a gentleman asking for a dance.
“Is that right? You still have yet to hold up your end of the deal.”
“Then come. No time like the present, as they say.” Luis picks up another stick and marched us to the elevator. I can’t up the smile that appears on my face.
Leon rolls his eyes at Luis’s actions, but noticed my smiling face and smiled at the sight.
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note: i had just finished the main story for Days Gone, a day or two ago and it was really good imo. i’m definitely going to try and 100% it, but until then please enjoy this.
pairing: Deacon St. John x fem!reader
tags: @slxyquxxn 💚
not proof read, my bad. 🥲
“___! ___, this is Deacon! If you can hear me, please respond.”
“What’s happening? What’s going on?” Rikki asked, as she approached Deacon’s stressed figure.
“___’s not picking up her damn radio.” Deacon replied, his words laced with worry and slight annoyance.
He sped walk over to his bike and mounted it in one swift motion. Wordlessly telling everyone that saw him, he was beyond worried and scared.
“Well, I’ll—”
“You’ll stay here, I got this.”
“Deek…”
“Rikki, I’m serious.” She scoffed and folded her arms in annoyance.
You were her friend too, and for her to be forced onto the sidelines, didn’t sit right with her. But she was always a radio away, if her assistance was needed.
“Fine, but Deacon?” He turned and looked her in the eye. “You bring her back in one piece, you got me?”
He didn’t reply, but he had already promised himself that he wasn’t going to lose you. Not after finding someone, he couldn’t imagine life without.
He wasted no time, in getting on the road and heading to your last known location.
Once, he took care of the stray zombies, he put his tracking skills to work.
Crouched down, put his fingers against the dirt floor and noticed the footprints, “North.”
He told himself and followed the footsteps to a t, until they just stopped. “Come on, where’d you go?”
“Look all, I’m saying is..” Deacon was quick to duck around the corner as two Marauders approached, talking aloud. “Mike doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing. I mean, seriously, why would he just take some random girl off the road?”
“You don’t know why, he did it?” One of them asked and the other shook his head, in total confusion. “You got a lot to learn about Mike, new guy.”
‘You sick fucks..’ Deacon waited for the right moment to strike, before taking out one of the guards, and taking the other one hostage.
“Listen to me, if you don’t want to end up like your friend there. You better tell me where Mike is.”
“Screw you!”
“Oh, hey. That’s no way to talk to a guy who controls your fate, is it?” Deacon wrapped his arm tighter around the stray marauders throat, waiting to see if he’d comply.
“Okay! Okay, I’ll tell you. Just stop.. stop!” He loosened his grip on the throat of one of your captors. “You see that cave over there?”
“I see it, what about it?”
“That’s where, we take all our.. All our victims.”
“Good, good. You did a great service, shame that you won’t be with us anymore.”
“Wait, what—?” A sickening crack was heard before his body slumped to ground.
He was never going to leave someone alive for the Freaks to feast on. Even the sons of bitches that took you hostage.
“Lost Lake, come in. This is Deacon St. John to Lost Lake, come in.”
Only a few seconds go by, before Boozer picks up the radio.
“Deek? What’s up, man?”
“Hey, Boozer. I found out where the sonofabitches might’ve took ___.”
“Shit, do you know how many of there are?”
“A handful, but not too much. I can handle ‘em.”
“Alright, well radio when you’re done. Give em hell brother. Boozer out.”
“Trust me, I will.” Deacon didn’t even sign off, before headed deep into enemy territory, mind filled only with thoughts of you and if you were here.
He intended to find that out.
The camp that was once filled with Marauders and Rippers, had to have come up with some sort of alliance.
No way they could coincide without it.
He put his tracking skills to use once more, and found you in some sort of shed, with the door locked. And with a bit of prying and force, he was able to get it open.
“Who’s there? Don’t you touch me!”
“Hey, hey… It’s okay, it’s Deacon.”
“Deacon?” You asked, as the blindfold was removed from your face, to reveal your bloodshot eyes and tear stained face.
You haven’t been there for long, but both groups knew no bounds.
“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now. No one is going to lay a finger on you. I promise you that.” He stated, a vow to both him and you.
note: a cute ‘lil Deacon St. John x reader, now it doesn’t outright say that it’s a romantic or platonic relationship between the two. it can be either.
‘___’ are for the name you choose to use.
pairing: Deacon St. John x reader
warning: edited still could be errors, and mentions of Sarah being a bit rude.
tags: @slxyquxxn 💚
“Lieutenant Whitaker?”
“Corporal.”
“I have another requisition form for you.” She didn’t wait for any conformation, just expecting me to take them.
I read it over and the last known location of the items.
“If I may, Lieutenant— seeing as though, Corporal St. John knows his way around these areas, I’d like to take him with me, ma’am.”
She thinks about it, feeling a deep sense of jealously well up in her chest. “Your request has been denied, Corporal. You will go alone. Follow the map, it’s not that hard.”
I try not to show any annoyance and instead salute in agreement, then walked out the tent without another word.
I roll my eyes and mumble a profanity, as my feet carried me to my bike at the front of the camp.
I began to lift my leg up to mount the bike, only to feel a hand on my shoulder. I’m quick to look up and notice, it’s just Deacon.
“___.”
“Corporal.”
“Oh, please not you too. Don’t call me that, not when it’s just the two of us.”
“Whatever you say, Deek.”
“That’s more like it,” He says setting a hand on the open seat behind me, and comes down to my height. “So, where are you off to?”
“Well, I have to go out and get supplies for.. Lieutenant Whitaker.” Deacon nods and looks at me with sympathetic eyes, feeling as if he is to blame for this.
“I see, do you want me to come with you?”
“I would, but you see… the Lieutenant doesn’t want you coming with me. ‘Says it’s not hard to follow a map.”
He says nothing more, and instead backs away and swinging his leg over his bike. “Deacon…”
He didn’t respond and instead revs his engine. “I’m going with you, and that’s an order, Corporal.”
“You’re so damn stubborn.”
“If it means, I get what I want, then I’ll do it time and time again.”
like maybe she’s cool/popular (cheerleader maybe) and she asks him to tutor her but she says something by accident and he realizes she’s actually smart she was just lying to spend time with him?
little bit of a basic premise.. you can make it more fun but i just love a loser boy x cool girl story!!
note: i apologize for the wait on this one, truly. life is getting kinda crazy and hectic, but i found the time to do it. so here you are!
pairing: loser!Chase Davenport x captain!cheerleader!fem!reader
(possible typos, be warned)
“Guys, guys!”
“What’s up, Chase?” Bree asked, and Adam groaned.
“Come on, Bree. Now we gotta hear Chase talk.”
I brushed it off, “The ___ ___, asked me to tutor her.” I said, puffing up my shirt collar and fixing my hair in an imaginary mirror.
“I’m the ___ ___, as in the leader of the cheer squad?”
“That’s her!”
“I so need you to get me in on this.”
“Uh, no I won’t?”
“Uh, yes, you will. I need to get onto that squad, so I could get to her level of popularity, and then boys will notice me, and I will rule the school!” Bree exclaimed, looking at the ceiling.
“Yeah, and that’s exactly, why we can’t have that happen.” Leo said, walking into the room with a football.
“Oh please, you’re acting as if Principal Perry running the school is any better.” She said and we all nodded, “What are you doing with the football?”
“Oh this?” Leo smirked, and holding it light he was about to throw it. “Adam and I were just about to have some, big brother and little brother time.”
“Nope.” Adam said, matter-of-factly. Denying those allegations.
“He agreed to it yesterday, but just doesn’t remember. Isn’t that right, Adam?” Leo, put a hand on Adam’s shoulder.
“Not at all.” Adam walked away causing Leo to stumble.
“What are you really doing with it then?”
“Hey, if Bree gets on the cheer team, I want to be on the football team.”
“Nuh uh, no way. I don’t want my brother anywhere near my passion.”
“You never had a passion for cheer.” I replied.
“Well, there’s no shame in starting now!”
The two of them started to bicker, when there was a knock on the door.
I walk over and open it, “Hey, Chase!”
“Ah!” I exclaimed, and shut the door in her face. I turn to my siblings and usher them all out of the living room, “Out, out, out!”
After I made sure, they weren’t there I took a deep breath, smoothed out my shirt and opened the door for her.
“Hey.” I said, leaning up against the door.
“Hi, what was that before?”
“What was what?” I asked, acting clueless.
“You slammed the door in my face.”
“Who?”
“For a smart guy, you can sure act dumb.”
“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t prepared, but I’m glad you’re here.” I said, and moved out of the way so she could come inside.
“Let’s sit on the couch, did you need anything to drink?”
“Just some water please.”
“Coming right up.” I said, walking backwards, hitting the island and tried to play it off all cool-like.
Once her thirst was quenched, we started to get to work.
“I get it. So, you use this equation,” She moved in a little closer and used her pointer finger to make sure she had it down pat. “When solving for these types of problems?”
“Only for these ones though.”
“I know, and these ones are for the Quadratic equation.”
“That’s.. correct, but we haven’t even started talking about that yet.” I said, with a furrow of my brows.
“Oh! Uh, look at the time.” She hurried to grab her things, “I have to go—!”
“Wait, wait.” I said, watching her turn around, clutching her books to her chest like it’s a pearl necklace. “You knew this whole time didn’t you?”
“Know what?”
“Hey! You can’t use the trick I used on you, on me!”
“Okay, fine! I know all about math, I just wanted to ask for your help.”
“But if you know so much, why ask me?”
She didn’t respond as quickly, but I can tell she was reluctant to tell the truth. “I did it, because I wanted to spend more time with you. You know… outside of school. What better way than to study together, right?”
I listened to her, feeling a sense of happiness rush through me.
“I’m sorry, it was stupid of me. I didn’t mean to make you waste your time.”
“No, no. It’s okay, really. I had a good time.”
“You did?”
I nod, “And I’d like to know if you’d like to do it again sometime, maybe for Science or History?”
“I’d like that, how does Tuesday sound?”
“Like music to my ears.” I blurted out, and my eyes went wide, but all she did was laugh.
Not at me, she actually thought it was funny.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” I walked her to the door, we said our goodbyes and closed it behind her.
“Who knew Chase had moves after all?” Leo said, causing me to jump a little.
Adam chimed in, “I didn’t, have you seen him on the dance floor?”
I roll my eyes not bothered by the bickering and little comments in that moment.
I was on cloud nine, and no one could bring back down to earth.
I see you're on a Leon kick lately, so feel free to disregard this, but could you please do a platonic Phoebe Thunderman & loner!reader? I like the idea that the reader hasn't had a sleepover since they were way way younger, and so Phoebe, being one of the reader's only close-ish friends, invited them over.
I'm thinking the reader can be gender neutral but fem implied
note: i’d love to do this! i’m happy for any requests i get whether that be for Leon or anyone else. so again, i thank you so much for the ask!
pairing: platonic!friend!phoebe x gn!reader
(collage made by me, from Pinterest!)
“Guys, guys, guys!”
“My parents are going out of town you what that means..”
Cherry
“No, no. I’m saying we should have a sleepover!” Phoebe corrected, and looked at both Cherry and I.
“Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Totally!”
“Yeah… It sounds fun.” I tried to sound super excited not out anyone off, but Phoebe is the type to instantly notice when things are off.
Instead of pointing it out, she smiles at our response's and turns to Cherry.
"Hey Cherry, I completely forgot I left my homework in classroom."
"Really, that sucks." Cherry replied and Phoebe looked at her with wide eyes, trying to signal her to leave. "Oh! Right, right!"
"Sorry ___, gotta go. Gotta get Phoebe's work, and totally not eavesdrop on you guys from over there."
Phoebe stomps on Cherry's foot and she grabs it then hobbles away in the direction of the classroom.
"Sorry you had to see that," Phoebe says motioning for us to take a little walk around the school. "How are you feeling about tonight?"
"Me? I'm okay, why do ask?"
"I want to make sure you're comfortable."
"I am, it's just... I haven't really been to one since I was a baby practically." Phoebe listens intently and doesn't interrupt as I spoke. "I'm not as outgoing and extroverted as you and Cherry are, so I just... keep to myself, I guess."
"Well, let me start by saying, I'm sorry that's happened to you. I can assure you that that will never happen, not when I'm around."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are one of my friends, and you will never be left out of anything we do; you have my word."
"Wait, are you sure?"
"Of course, I am. You and I are going to inseparable, from here on out."
"Why are you doing this?"
"You deserve to be surrounded by people who love and adore you, not just friends wise. I am just one person, you'll meet in your life, but I will definitely try and make it an exciting one."
"Thank you, Phoebe. I'll never forget this."
"Anything for a friend of mine. Now, let's go make this the best sleepover ever!"
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note: i need to know what yall think. so like imagine resident evil 4, but set in the game L.A. Noire type of world, and make it a hate to love type relationship. this is a little snippet, please tell me what you think!
pairing: cop!leonkennedy x femmafialeader!reader
(collage made by me, photos took from Pinterest!)
“Officer Leon S. Kennedy.” I watch my men lead him up to the front of my desk, and with a flick of my wrist they were gone. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He sits down in front of me, “You know what I’m here for.”
“Woah, woah. You got a lot o’ nerve, walking into a lion's den, with your chest all puffed out. You may work for the chief, but baby I run this myself. I suggest you watch your tongue, if you know what's good for you.”
“This girl, have you seen her?” He sets a photo of a vaguely familiar girl on my desk; looks to be around early too mid 20’s.
“Maybe I have or maybe I haven’t. Who is she to you?”
“She is Ashley Graham, as you know she is the daughter of Chief Graham. Head of the police department.”
“Gone missing, did she?”
“Just last night.”
“And you think I took her?”
“I think you have evidence that could lead to her whereabouts.”
“Right, right. How do I tell you? I have nothing to give you.”
“Then you’d be bullshitting. You always keep tabs of everyone that enters the city. Even the tourists. You know something.”
“You have done nothing for me, when I needed help and what? Now you think you can waltz in here and ask me to stick my neck out? For you?”
“I just need answers. A lead something. I need to know who’s got the chief’s daughter.”
“And you think I got the answer for that?”
“I know you do.”
“You don’t know shit. Not anymore.” I got up from out of my chair and turn to look out the window, hand on my hips. “You know, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“The day you become the leader to a mafia gang?”
“Non. The day I’d see the Leon Kennedy, in my office, begging on his knees for help.” I laugh and turn to him; he looks less than amused. “What? You want a treat? You gotta learn to bark, Monsieur Kennedy.”
“Look, I’m tired of playing these sick games with you—”
“Oo! That’s not what I wanted to hear... You talkin’ mighty loud for a bitch that came knocking on my door.”
He shut up real quick after that.
“You ought to learn your place, when you’re in my domain, Officer…”
l reach down to open my desk drawer to grab my packet of smokes and lit one. “You smoke?”
He didn’t answer, but that didn’t hurt me none.
He’s learning not to speak unless spoken to.
“You’re right, you were more of a booze guy. Aren’t ya’, sweetheart?”
I walk around to his side of the desk, with the occasional drag of my cigarette. I lean in and blow smoke right the poor boys face, creating a cloud of smoke.
Causing him to cough up a storm, “Got a long way to go. Don’t you, boy?”
I stand up straight with a smirk, running a hand up his arm, before setting it on his shoulder.
Even he could tell just how much power I held over him and his entire group of pigs, by the sheer weight of my hand on him.
“You want me to help you?” I ask and again get silence in return. “All you gotta do is say ‘I need you.’ Come on, boy.”
You could see in his eyes and body that he was thinking about storming out and solving the case on his own. But without a lead it’d make it borderline impossible.
He didn’t know where to start but, I did.
“You have until my cigarette burns out. Which isn’t a lot of time, actually.”
I hover the cigarette in front of his face, “See?” I tapped it, and watched the ashes fall onto his civvies. “Oops.”
A laugh emits from the pit of my stomach, and within seconds the cigarette had already withered away, and was smushed out in the ashtray.
“Time’s up.” I sigh and grab my coat off the hanger.
“Goodbye, Leon.” I walk to the front door and call for my men to escort him out.
“Fine! Fine...” I heard and told my men to hold positions.
“I—" He scoffed. “I need you.”
“Good boy, Leon. A wise choice and the wisest decision you’ve made thus far.” I watch him stand up and shake the ashes off his coat.
“Come on. We’re going on a little field trip.” He sighs, but doesn’t interject and follows me.
Just like the good dog, he knows he will be, to get the answers he seeks.
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