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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
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.
You’re no one to him.
And that hurt more than anything.
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.
I wouldn’t dare waste this chance.
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!

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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.
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“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.
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“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..
Marcus Davenport x female reader
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?’
“Okay, perfect! Thank you so much, I’ll see you on Monday, bye!”
I said into the receiver before Sylus picked it up, “Wha— Hey!”
And hung it up for me.
“Sylus!”
“You said ‘goodbye’ three times already, the least I could do we help you finish the call sooner.”
“She wasn’t bothering me though.”
“I’m not talking about her..” He said blatantly, as if the reason was right in my face.
“Oh, I get it. The big bad leader of Onychinus wanted my attention, is that right?”
“And this big bad leader, has matters that need tending to.” He says and takes out his phone, scanning over the screen lazily.
“Oh? And would you look at that, it seems all of them have you in mind. Care to join me?”
“Certainly. What are we going to do?”
“Anything your heart desires, we have the whole weekend to do whatever.. We.. Want…”
He pulls me close by my waist, leaning down just enough to feel his breath on my ear, “Let’s make it count, shall we?”
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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!!

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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. 🥲
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 💚
hi! i would love a chase davenport x reader fic!!
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)
Me looking at the imaginary camera when there is a plot twist in the fanfic I'm reading
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
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“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.
so how would y’all feel if i did a leon kennedy x fem!reader but set in a mafia style world?
would that eat??