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xxacademy · 1 year

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husband!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: succumbing to injuries inflicted by a B.O.W you fight the mental and physical battle to recovery. meanwhile, your husband does everything in his power to support you.

any leon timeline works, except re2. i did have older leon in mind though <3

a/n: inspired by lil a snippet from an anon request, find it here. anyhow, i love how this turned out, i was 🥺 writing it. pls lemme know what you think <33

content//warnings: depictions of blood & injury, hospital setting, non-graphic description of an IV, pain medication, y/n is used ONCE, pet names (dear, sweetheart, honey), hurt/comfort.

harsh white light wakes you revealing an image of horror. your trembling hands painted with your own dried blood, hooked up to an IV and a pulse oximeter. dazed, you know you’re in pain, but it’s not registering. it’s like you’re floating, possibly in a dream. a bad dream. but the reality of your condition is enough to confirm this is in fact not.

there’s a small group of medical staff standing at the end of your bed, talking quietly amongst each other. “the bloodwork came back, she’s not infected. all though the acid is wreaking havoc on her immune system, sending it into overdrive. the patient needs to be monitored for at least another two days.”

one of the nurses walks over to check on you, first, he looks at the monitors at your bedside, then goes to place a hand on your forehead. he notices you’re waking up, your heavy-lidded eyes focused on your hands.

he calls the doctor over, who pulls a chair up next to you. “hey, how are you feeling?” her voice is soft and calm.

“w-why am i here?” you mutter shakily, unable to make out much more.

“you sustained serious injuries on an extraction mission against a bio-organic weapon. you came in contact with its lethal acid, which is primarily why you’re here. your ankle is broken and you have puncture wounds in your arms.”

you’re still fixed on your bloodied hands, images of what you endured flood back. it was so intense- the last thing you remembered is a sharp talon-like claw piercing your upper arm. it all went fuzzy after that.

“you had surgery early this morning, and we have you on a morphine drip to help with the pain. please let us know if you begin to feel ill.”

you respond with an unsteady nod.

“you’re gonna be alright.” she smiles sympathetically.

another nurse comes into the room walking directly to the doctor. their speaking is hushed. “doctor, there’s a man here to see the patient. he says he’s her husband.”

“we can’t risk exposure from an outsider, we can’t have visitors yet.”

“he seems antsy.”

“well, assure him that she’s okay”-

the room is dead silent, so you can rather clearly make out what they’re saying.

“bring him in.” your voice quivering.

their heads turn, giving you a look of disappointment. similar to the one your mother gave you as a child. a sullen expression of remorse when she couldn’t afford to buy you new toys.

they do not want to hold your loved ones away from you. but it’s what has to be done. after all, it could mean life or death.

you sigh. you’re in no place to put up a fight.

“i’ll talk to him.” the nurse whispers. leaving the room.

“i’m sorry mrs. kennedy, you’re just not in a well enough state for visitors yet.”

you respond with yet another dreary sigh. fidgeting with the ring finger of your left hand.

your wedding ring is missing. you know you were wearing it prior. you’re always wearing it. sometimes you would loop it around a necklace chain, but you didn’t before this mission. surely it was on your finger.

“-doctor” you whisper.

“yes mrs. kennedy.”

“do you have my wedding ring?”

your tattered and blood-stained belongings were placed in a biohazard bag. a nurse picks up the bag feeling through the plastic for a ring.

“it’s not in here.” the nurse admits, a touch of anxiety in her voice.

“that’s okay.” you exhale.

it’s not okay. your beautiful diamond ring was more than just a pretty thing. it was one of the only sentimental pieces you coveted so highly. hand-picked by leon, it was a symbol of his undying affection. despite all the odds pinned against your love.

wanting to cry, but your bloodshot eyes are dry. the medication numbs you enough to let the pain run by, but you still feel broken, physically and mentally.

the hours pass as you bob in and out of sleep. your wavering limb’s finally settling. nurses and doctors are always present, constantly checking your vitals.

the next day two nurses come to bathe you at your bedside. gently wiping the sticky dried blood from your skin. the other trying to get it out of your hair.

“thank you, i mean it, thank you,” you whisper, fighting to keep your eyes open.

it was a relief. the sweet, metallic smell was driving you crazy. it felt itchy and uncomfortable against your skin.

…

leon hasn’t left the hospital. confined to a chair in the waiting room for the last day and a half. constantly flagging down staff for updates on your condition.

“she’s doing really well, the blood transfusion took perfectly.” the nurse smiles reassuringly.

“does that mean i can see her?”

“not yet, but soon.”

leon sighs. “well anyways, thanks for the good news.”

he sullenly returns to his chair. the stress and lack of sleep painting his under eyes dark. in his grasp is a picture you two took together, one he always carries in his wallet. it was taken a few years ago and you’re kissing his cheek. it’s the only solace he can find in the depressing waiting room.

leon had fallen asleep for the first time in over twenty-four hours. slumped over in his chair, chin resting in his palm. he jerked awake when his chin slipped. it was dark outside and the lobby eerily quiet.

3:47am

leon walks to the front desk heavy-footed and groggy. “my wife, y/n kennedy, is she okay?” his voice is grave.

“yes sir, she’s sleeping- and everything is looking good. but, you should get some sleep too sir, it’s gonna be a while until she wakes up.”

“-thanks.”

the pain of not being able to see you cuts like a knife. leon can't stand the image of you suffering and alone. but he’s borderline delirious from the sleep deprivation. he returns to his chair, lays his legs out across another, and falls asleep.

leon is jolted awake by a nurse tapping his shoulder. it’s morning- warm sun seeping through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the lobby.

“do you need me to move?” he asks, still half asleep. voice deep and raspy.

“oh no mr. kennedy, your wife is on the right track to her recovery. you can go see her now.”

…

you feel much more alert, the daze the blanketing your apprehensive thoughts finally lifting. they switched you onto a far less invasive medication, which was probably helping.

it’s been a week since you’ve seen leon, and about two of those he’s been here, but just barely out of reach.

whenever the nurses praised you for the progress you made- you jump straight to asking if you're well enough for visitors. In your defense, it’s been unbelievably hard going through this journey alone.

the door creeks open, a very common occurrence of your stay. but instead peaking through the door is your blonde-haired husband.

you immediately start to cry- tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks. leon tears up too, casting a glossy filter over his blue eyes. he delicately wraps his arms around you, careful not to inflict any more pain. and you bury your face into his chest, immediately staining his shirt with your cry.

“i missed you, leon, i can't believe you’re here, i’ve missed you so much.” you sob.

“it’s really you, you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you, dear.”

you take your time, relishing in the comfort of your husband's arms. he gently rubs your back, consoling you with his touch.

“how're you feeling?”

“ugh okay, i guess. my whole body hurts and i can barely move. but the doctors say i’m improving- so yippee” your deadpan tone emphasizes how exhausted you are.

“that’s what i heard. and look, i know it’s been hard, but i’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, sweetheart.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too” leon squeezes his embrace around you a little tighter, gently kissing the top of your head.

you smile, the first one in a while. but it quickly fades. “leon, can i tell you something.”

“of course you can.”

you fidget with your hands pressing your face deeper in his chest. “i lost my wedding ring- i think it was during the mission. i’m so sorry.”

“is that really what’s on your mind right now?” leon chuckles.

you look up at him with, tears streaming down your face. “you do understand how much that ring meant to me.”

“of course, i know, dear. but how can i care about the stupid ring if the wife i thought died is actually alive and in my arms?”

leon wipes the tears from your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw. “i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

“okay.” you say sniffling your runny nose.

with a big yawn, leon stands up raising both arms up into a stretch, his shirt lifts up slightly showing off his abdomen. “i’m going to find your doctor, see when you’re coming home.”

you smile. it’s nice not being alone. you feel bad knowing leon anxiously waited at the hospital for days. but there’s an unfamiliar warmth in knowing how much he cares. leon had always cared about you- before you were even dating. that’s one of the many reasons why you married him. aside from the ongoing list of shared interests- he’s so protective, it’s one of his beautiful ways of loving you.

leon comes back to the room, “looks like they need to run more blood tests, make sure that acid is out of your bloodstream before you come home.”

you’re totally spaced out, it feels like you haven’t even had a chance to take in what’s happened to you. it’s all become a blur, taking in the moments a second at a time. you were so worried about the details it almost failed to compute that you were nearly infected by the very thing you swore your life to rid of.

like a time release valve finally triggering; anxiety washes you cold- it could have been the end. leon would have been widowed, and all your friends would have been at your funeral. your mind is playing devil's advocate. what if i don’t get better? are the doctors just hoping i stay positive?

“are you okay?” leon’s bloodshot eyes are nearly aching with concern.

“i’m scared.” your chest is sinking deeper with each anxious breath.

“why? why would you be scared?”

it may not make sense to you now- but having leon there was a sort of reality check. alone, you just survived. with him, everything has weight.

“i dunno… i just want things to be okay. i want you to be okay, i want to get better.”

leon rushes to your bedside, holding your hands in his. “but it will get better- you’re doing better, so much better! i’ll be there every step of the way. i promise you.”

you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. trying to hang on to his words.

you sob, absolutely overcome by emotion. “i love you, leon. thank you for being here, thank you for everything you’ve done.”

a nurse knocks at the door but you don’t let go of leon’s hand.

“mrs. kennedy- so sorry to intrude. but the doctor wants to do a scan of your ankle. is that okay?”

you wipe the tears from your face, trying to compose yourself.

“yes, of course, that’s alright, thank you.”

leon whispers “you got this, dear,” before standing up and sitting in a chair by the window.

…

leon has done everything possible to make the next few days easier for you. like ordering takeout and watching your favorite movies with you. serving as a distraction while you recover.

it certainly worked. he’s good at keeping you calm, and the energy light-hearted. you didn’t even think it was possible, given the grim reality of your circumstances. but somehow he can have your eyes filled with tears, giggling with laughter.

four days you’ve been in the hospital, and today is your last one. you’re able to stand up and the effects from the B.O.W are finally gone. granted you still have a long journey to recovery, at least you can go home.

…

after the agonizing hours of travel, you make it home. leon helps you into the house, guiding you to your bed. “i want to take a bath, i feel disgusting.”

“i’ll draw one for you, you want it now?”

“hmhm” you nod.

“sure thing, sweetheart.” leon tenderly kisses your forehead.

he runs a hot bath, adding a little lavender soap, just the way you like it. he walks you to the tub and helps you undress. he holds your hand as you shakily step in, slowly adjusting to the hot water.

“god my first real bath in a week, can you believe it.” you sigh, sinking your body in the bubbly water.

leon chuckles, “i know, you poor thing, those nurses really tried their best to help. but it’s never the same, is it?”

“…especially considering i was covered in congealed zombie guts”

leon laughs, “but look at you now, covered in…” he pauses to read the name on the soap bottle “…lavender dreams”

you both giggle, in love and delighted by each other's company.

“okay, i’ll leave you to it, holler if you need anything.”

…

“leon! will you fetch my bathrobe!” you yell from the bathroom. you hear his feet patter across the hardwood, “coming."

you stare at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your wet hair, inspecting the scars, bruises, and stitches that litter your body. it feels like you came home to a different person, a body you’re now unfamiliar with.

leon peaks through the door. head cocked to the side. “everything alright, baby?”

“i don’t know- it’s hard to wrap my head around it. i-i feel off.”

“c’mere i got something to show ya.” leon swoops you off your feet carrying you in his arms.

“what are you doing?” you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you’ll see.”

he delicately sets you down on the couch in the living room and sits next to you. he fumbles around in his pocket pulling out a little black velvet box.

“leon-honey, oh my god, what is that.” your eyes are round and doe-like, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

he opens the box, presenting it to you as if his hands were a clamshell, revealing a glimmering ring set in pearlescent white satin.

“for you- i know it was hard losing the ring, but that one was beaten up anyways. you deserve something a little nicer.”

tears swell, gathering in the inner corners of your eyes. chocked up and rendered speechless, you mouth the words, i love you.

he reached for your trembling left hand, sliding the diamond wedding ring onto your finger.

“i love you, most.” he beams, the words fluttering with tenderness.

“i-i love the ring, it’s beautiful-truly. but how’d you do it?”

“do what?”

“get a new ring, you were with me the entire time…?”

“i have my ways,” he smirks, planning on keeping that little secret to himself.

leon holds your hand, admiring the way your hand looks adorned by his diamond ring.

“remember when we got engaged?” he muses.

“of course i do! you took me to milan, i should have known you were going to propose.”

“you have the same look in your eyes as you did then.” leon swipes his thumb along your cheek, smiling to himself, gazing into your eyes.

“and you’re as smooth as ever” you look at him through your lashes, pupils wide. “but really leon, thank you, means more than the world”

“you are my world.” his soft lips meet yours, kissing you gently.

somewhere in the crystal pools of leon’s eyes, you find the hope you were looking for. his unbreakable faith in you, alongside his never-ending acts of love, is reassuring.

hell, it’s not going to be easy, but at least you're not alone.

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xxresi-rotxx · 1 year

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Avoiding You- L.S. Kennedy (pt. 2)

It was well into the night when you decided to depart from the base. You had been trying your hardest to get Leon out of your head. Why was he so interested in your lead? Was he upset at the move you pulled?

It didn’t matter, at least you got the satisfaction of seeing his face when you mentioned Ada and how you saw the two of them. It wasn’t entirely the reaction you were expecting though. There wasn’t a trace of anger or embarrassment, but more of shock and shame.

It didn’t make sense in your head at all. Leon was probably the most loyal, down to earth agent you had ever met; it seemed so out of character for him to fall for someone like her. But then again, maybe you didn’t really know him. You definitely didn’t know him the way you thought you did.

You had been walking through the back streets of the city for a good half hour now, making sure you weren’t being trailed. It was close to pitch black out now, the dusk quickly turning into night, and you finally began scoping out your lead.

It looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. Perfect setting for a bioweapon. Almost too perfect actually. It felt off to you; the hairs on your arm standing on end. You didn’t like this feeling; you knew something was wrong and you went on high alert trying to figure out why.

Before you could react, someone was behind you. They made quick work of disarming you & pinning you to them. A hand covering your mouth and an arm around your waist, you slammed back into something solid.

“Relax Y/N, it’s me.” The hold on your body becoming looser.

You forcefully yanked your body away from Leon, a flood of emotions coursing through your veins. Fury, embarrassment, confusion, excitement; it was all so much.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You quietly shouted at the man.

“Look, I would have explained this all to you earlier but you stormed off at base and-”

“And what?” You interrupted, earning an exasperated and tired look from Leon.

“And you really shouldn’t be here alone.”

“And why is that?”

“You know why” Leon’s tone turning serious “I don’t know where you got this lead but it’s right, the bioweapons” he paused to glance at the factory “are right in there. What were you trying to prove by going alone?”

You hated that he could see right through you.

Before you could think of something to say another shadow emerged from the street’s edge. It took every ounce of restraint you had to bite your tongue and hold back the anger you felt just looking at this woman.

“I told you tonight wasn’t a good night Leon.” Ada purred as she got closer to the two of you.

“We were just leaving.” Leon responded, grabbing your arm before starting to walk away.

Ada put a hand on his chest, halting his movement.

“And who’s this?” She asked gesturing to you.

You opened your mouth to respond but Leon beat you to it.

“Nobody.” His voice dripping venom as he spoke. You rarely heard Leon this clipped, angry.

He pushed the two of you past Ada and began walking towards base. Keeping to the street’s edge to avoid unwanted attention, his grip on your arm never wavering.

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“Mind telling me what the hell this is all about?” Leon asked the second you arrived back at base.

“I could ask you the same thing.” You replied, ice in your tone. This whole situation was so confusing. Was he making things hard on purpose? He was the one who rejected you, not the other way around.

“What Ada?” Just hearing her name leave his lips killed you a little. “She knows more about those bioweapons than we do at this point, she’s been giving me intel on the situation there.”

You scoffed at that.

“Seriously Kennedy? I saw the two of y-”

“Leon.”

His interruption left you speechless.

“What?”

“You keep calling me Kennedy, it’s Leon incase you’ve forgotten.”

If looks could kill you’d both be dead on the spot. Your stares penetrating each other, neither one backing down.

“Okay Leon,” the memory of the last time you said his name haunting you “why not share your intel hm?”

“You think I trust Ada?” Leon scoffed, his voice slighter raising in volume. “I learned a long time ago never to do that. There’s a reason they only ever have me contact her, I’m the only one she won’t immediately betray.”

“I wonder why that is.” You mumbled under your breath, your emotions getting the better of you.

“There isn’t a price I wouldn’t pay to keep those I care about safe Y/N, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy paying it. I figured you of all people would know that.”

You had no response. Starting to feel guilty for saying what you did. Leon would do anything, give anything, to keep you all safe. You knew that for a fact. Your heartache made you forget so much, made you forget everything you had ever known about Leon just to try and ease the pain.

It had been over thirty seconds and you were still speechless.

Leon let out a laugh, “Okay, well”, he turned on his heel, leaving you frozen standing alone in the dark.

You came to your senses and ran to catch up with him, going past him to stand in front of him, blocking his path. To your surprise, he spoke first.

“You know if you really saw us you would have known that much, following a lady’s lead isn’t my style.”

You thought back to when you saw them, Leon against the tree with Ada pressed against his chest, her clearly taking the lead.

“So why then?” You could hear the slight tremor in your voice but chose to ignore it. Avoiding Leon wasn’t going to work anymore, something had to give.

“I already told you-”

“No not about Ada, why did you reject me?” You bit your tongue, trying to swallow it the way you wished the earth would swallow you.

“Reject you?” He asked, voice laced with confusion.

“I tried to kiss you Leon, don’t tell me you don’t remember. I made a mistake clearly, but if you didn’t want me like that you could have just said so.” You broke eye contact with the man to stare at the ground. Had you become a masochist? This conversation was leading you to believe you had.

“I didn’t reject you.” He lifted your chin, locking eyes with you once again.

Had you heard him correctly? You stared deeply into his eyes looking for any trace of insincerity but found nothing.

“You didn’t reject me? Leon you pulled away from me, the message behind that is pretty clear.”

“You don’t get it.” He sighed, leaning his forehead against yours.

You missed him. God you missed him so much. You just wanted to reverse time, forget you ever tried to kiss him. You missed his banter, his scent, his voice, having him by your side for every mission.

“You’re right,” you whispered “I don’t.” Leaning against his forehead gave you some sense of relief. At least he couldn’t see how shiny your eyes had gotten, glistening with unshed tears.

“I didn’t kiss you for multiple reasons, not a single one of them being that I didn’t want to.”

You tore your head away from his to look into his eyes.

“What?” You spoke, trying to piece it all together.

“Did you not realize where we were when you tried to kiss me? How many people were around?”

“So?”

“So? So I didn’t want people to think that I was using you. That that’s the reason I specifically requested you for each mission I went on.”

“Specifically requested me?”

“You didn’t think that was random did you? That we just happened to get paired for every mission.”

“You requested me?” You spoke like a broken record, he requested you? Specifically?? Every time?! You heart was beginning to beat faster, feeling better with each word he spoke.

“Every time, without fail. I pride myself on a lot of things Y/N, but my self control isn’t one of them.”

You smiled a little, thinking about past memories proving his statement to be true.

“I wasn’t worried about my reputation, there’s no rule against dating other agents in the DSO, but I was thinking about yours. You hear the shit everyone mumbles when Ada’s mentioned, I didn’t want that happening to you. That I would have minded.”

“I was right then?” You asked barely above a whisper, “to kiss you I mean, I didn’t misread you?”

“No you didn’t misread me, in fact I’d been waiting for you to figure it out. But after you tried to kiss me and I stopped it, you went radio silent. Every time I tried to find you or talk to you, you weren’t there. And when you were, you wanted nothing to do with me.”

You thought back to the debriefing, when you saw his steps hesitate, turns out you hadn’t imagined it. Leon broke you from your thoughts.

“I thought maybe you had regret it.”

His eyes were the ones to break contact first, glancing down at his boots before looking back to you.

“I did regret it, but for a completely different reason I assure you.” He smiled slightly at your comment, you continued on “But when we saw Ada just now?”

“I barely trust her with my own life, you think I’d trust her with yours? Better she have no idea who you are.”

Everything was starting to make sense now. You started to feel so stupid thinking of all your wasted emotions and pain. The stupidity you felt was quickly replaced however by pure joy. You were right, Leon did feel something for you.

“I can’t believe I spent all this time away from you and it was for nothing.” You grumbled.

“Well not for nothing”, Leon smirked, staring down at you, “I heard you’re one hell of a shot with a 12 gauge now.”

You laughed, a genuine laugh, and Leon’s smirk grew bigger.

“Let them say what they want about my reputation Leon, I have a feeling they won’t dare.” You smirked back at him.

“In that case…” Leon grabbed your chin and leaned down, his lips connecting with yours. It was so soft, so gentle; his lips meshing with yours so perfectly.

You both disconnected, a comfortable silence hanging between the two of you.

“For a man who doesn’t pride himself on his self control, that kiss was pretty impressive.” You teased Leon.

“You know, teasing me isn’t going to help that so called self control of mine.” He teased back.

“I’m counting on it, Kennedy.” Using his last name on purpose, only fueling the fire.

Leon moved faster than you, throwing you over his shoulder and giving you a slight smack on your rear, earning a squeal from you.

“Where are we going?” You laughed, trying to lift yourself off his shoulder.

He jumped slightly, making you fall back down onto his shoulder.

“Someplace more private”, he responded “I intend on hearing my first name fall from your lips tonight, over and over actually, until I can be sure you won’t forget it again.”

You stopped trying to lift yourself up and surrendered into his hold, after all you had a long night ahead of you….

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I LOVED THIS SO MUCH😭😭I hope this was the pt 2 everyone wanted! I’ve officially reached over 200 followers here and I’m so flattered❤️❤️I love this fictional man and am so happy I found others who do too😂enjoy my writing lovelies😘😘

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gtgbabie0 · 9 months

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Hello love, I love your work of both Leon and Cregan. I was wondering if I could request a Leon story? It's been a few months since his mission to save Ashley, Leon and his girlfriend are enjoying domestic life, he's got PTSD and she helps him through everything, even though he he doesn't not deserve her. He's so in love with her that he knows he will marry her. Maybe a marriage proposal?

-Leon Kennedy x Reader

{Leon finds himself reflecting on everything you’ve done for him after Spain leading him to propose to you}

I’m so very sorry this took me so long to write! Hope you enjoy 💕

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Leon hasn’t been the best company since returning from Spain, he knows this deep down despite how he tries so desperately to shove all the feelings away instead of facing them. He’s never really been good at emotions choosing to bottle them all up until the pressure becomes too much and he loses control.

He hates himself for it, how he feels almost stained by the things he’s endured. Dirty in some odd way that not even himself could make sense of it.

Then there’s you, so very beautiful as you sit on the bed with some puzzle book you had brought. He watches from the doorway as you frown so softly trying to figure out the letters to the mystery words.

You’re so sweet, clean, he thinks. Not tainted by the monsters of the world and for that, he’s almost envious. Leon had sworn to himself long ago that he’d protect you from it all the best he could, and perhaps that’s why he chooses not to talk much about it, to save you from ever knowing the truth.

The corners of his mouth tug upwards in an almost sad smile as you look up at him, “I’m sorry for waking you up baby” he mumbles, voice heavy with exhaustion as he slips on the hoodie you left on the radiator for him.

You shake your head in dismissal. He had a nightmare, a bad one. The type that left him speechless and the only thing he wanted was to shower, to clean himself of the filth that plagues him, inside and out.

He hadn’t had a nightmare for the last couple of weeks and now there's a stubborn feeling of disappointment that he can’t seem to shake, he thought he was getting better.

You pat the space beside you, urging him to sit down with you and he does. “No need to apologise, it’s what I’m here for,” you tell him, putting the puzzle book away in the bedside drawer before holding your arms out to him.

He shuffles to lay between your legs, head resting against your collarbones as he lets out a long, heavy sigh. “You won’t be saying that tomorrow when you have to wake up for work” he grumbles and you can tell he feels guilty for waking you up at three in the morning.

“Well lucky me, I booked the weekend off. I wanted to spend it with you,” you tell him, playing with his shower-damp hair. You can feel as he smiles against your skin, his strong arms wrapping around ever so softly.

“Thought you’d be bored of me already” he whispers, closing his eyes as your fingers graze against his scalp gently.

You scoff, “Bored of you? Don’t be silly” You turn your head to press a kiss to his cheek, smiling as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

Leon doesn’t understand how you can be so patient when it comes it him, the way you always seem to be there for him. In the times when things get tough and all he wants is to drown himself in his own self-destruction, it’s you who keeps him afloat and you haven’t the slightest idea of just how much you do for him without knowing.

There’s a silence that surrounds the pair of you, it’s comforting and the only thing you can hear is his soft breaths. You think for a second he’s fallen back asleep but then his hands are sliding their way under your shirt, warm against your skin as they caress at your sides.

“What’s going on Leon? You’ve been quiet this week” you ask, keeping a hushed tone as you press a kiss another kiss to the top of his head. “Talk to me baby, please?”

He sighs, of course you had noticed, you were bound to sooner or later. It hurts to think about it, and that’s why Leon has tried to hide the engagement rig in the depths of his bedside table, tucked away in the drawer.

He’d planned it all out so perfectly. The date, the time, the place. He was finally going to pop that big question, to ask you to be his forever and always, but then he got the call the night before and soon enough he found himself flying all the way out to Spain.

“I just- I wish things could just be simple” he whispers, trying to bite back the tears, “I just want things to be simple” the quiver in his voice gives him away.

Leon still wants to marry you, that’s something he’s known for a very long time. He thinks back to that night you helped him.

He couldn’t sleep, his apartment was so empty barren of any life or joy. So without a call or a text, he showed up at your house, tired and on the brink of a breakdown and you didn’t say anything, or bombard him with questions. Instead, you simply took his hand in your own and guided him through your house.

He remembers just how comforting the atmosphere was, the warmth, the smell, the way your hand felt against his, it was home.

You’d run him a bath, candles and your favourite soaps and he cried when you offered to wash his hair, he’d cried even harder at how soft you were as you placed gentle kisses against his shoulder. It was that night he decided he wanted to spend forever with you.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks, sitting up with teary eyes. You nod as you pull down your sleeve before reaching over to his face, wiping away the stray tears.

Leon reaches for your hands and the once comforting energy turns a bit more serious, making you sit up crossing your legs as you do so.

“What happened?” You ask, a lot more cautious than you had intended as if you were anticipating dreadful news.

“It’s nothing bad, honey” he smiles bringing your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, his lips linger for a moment before he brings your conjoined hands down to his lap and the gentleness brings your heart to ease.

Leon doesn’t know when to start there are so many words but none of them seem to be nearly enough to describe his feelings. You squeeze his hands gently, a silent way to let him know you’re listening.

That seems to do the trick. “You mean the world to me you know?” He lets out a heavy sigh as his stomach turns, something about the way you’re looking at him and the nervousness that seems to cling to him.

“I can’t imagine what it’d be like to live without you, I don’t want to live without you. I know these past couple of months have been so… difficult and I need you to know that-” he drops his head as he takes a deep, shaky breath.

“I love you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am for you” his tone is so sincere, full of nothing but love and gratitude and the emotion bleeds into his face, you catch a glimpse of it through his eyes when he looks at you like a love-sick puppy.

His words have your eyes welling up, “Leon I- I don’t know what to say” You let out a teary giggle and all he can do is smile at you as he leans to press a kiss to your cheek before reaching over to his bedside table, pulling something out clasped between his hands.

“What’s that?” You ask in a quiet whisper, feeling a little nervous.

“I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time” he opens the little, grey box studying your face with soft eyes.

He watches you gasp as your watery eyes widen, you look at him then the rings twice before taking a shaky breath. They glisten underneath the warm light of the lamp.

You fling your arms around his neck pushing him down on the bed as you lay on top of him, and an excited giggle of “Yes one hundred times yes” leaves your lips as you pepper his face with kisses.

He chuckles underneath you, his hands against your hips. You pull back slightly to look down at him. There are tears in his eyes and you’re quick to wipe them away with your thumbs. The pair of you filled with nothing but pure joy and nothing could ever ruin this moment. It's refreshing Leon thinks, to feel so happy after these past couple of months.

“I love you, so much” he whispers as you press your forehead against his.

“I love you too, so much” you giggle between kisses before sitting up. Leon follows you as he opens the ring box, taking your ring out and slipping on your finger. He smiles at you and he swears on everything to keep you this happy forever and always.

It’s not perfect, it’s not the plan he came up with all those months ago before Spain, but the look you’re giving him, eyes full of excitement, makes it all worth it.

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his first choice — leon kennedy

another comfort/angst to fluff bcs i’m going THROUGH it. :’)

cw: self deprecation, feelings of loneliness, judgement, and overthinking.

you were supposed to be having fun. you were so excited to be invited to a hangout with your friends since it had been a while but now… you feel so left out.

“oh my god, do you remember that one time..?!” all they discussed were memories with each other but never any that you were a part of. they laughed and giggled at their own inside jokes, not paying attention to the way you fell behind the group, walking slower as you got distracted by shops that sparked your interest. as soon as you were about to speak up, you realized you’d fallen behind so you ran to catch up to them.

eventually, you all stopped at an ice cream parlor, sitting down inside to eat and talk some more. you simply listened since you had no input or even any idea what they were talking about. your phone rang and your eyes lit up at the caller id.

“who’s got you smiling at your phone like that?” one of your friends said, teasing.

“it’s my boyfriend, i’ll be right back.” you said as you got up from the table and turned a corner, your heart swelling at the fact that at least one of them paid some attention to you.

“leon! hi!” you said cheerfully, smiling as soon as you picked up.

“hey darling. you havin’ fun?” he said, chuckling at how you answered.

“mhmm! i am! what’s up?” you said, swaying side to side, unable to contain your excitement.

you heard your friends at the table giggle quietly, but you thought they were just being polite and conversating quietly.

“i just wanted to check up on you and let you know that i’m making dinner tonight so don’t be out so late.” he said.

you gasped and squealed a bit. “i can’t wait! i’ll see you soon! love you.”

“love you too baby. have fun.” he said before hanging up.

just as you were about to head back to the table, you overheard their conversation.

“she’s dating leon, right? kennedy?”

“yes! it’s insane how he ended up with someone like her.” one of them said, her tone laced with venom.

your heart broke right then and there. they were talking about you.

“she’s so boring! what does she even do for work?”

“who knows? she’s always been a nobody, even in high school.” that earned obnoxious laughter from all of them.

your breath hitched as tears quickly filled your eyes. thankfully you had your purse with you so you quickly left the ice cream parlor, wiping away your tears as you walked at a brisk pace.

once you were in your car, you sat there and cried. had they always talked about you? even in high school? and what they said. were you a nobody? even now?

as their words played over and over in your head, you started to think of your boyfriend, your thoughts being plauged by their words.

did your boyfriend even love you? or was he dating you out of pity? oh god, he pitied you didn’t he.

you couldn’t take it anymore and turned on your car, driving back to your house.

leon perked up as he heard the door open, wiping his hands on a towel. “you’re home already? were you that excited for di-“ his words were cut off as he took in your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. “baby, what’s wrong?” his teasing smile was immediately replaced with worry as he cupped your cheeks gently, searching your face as if it held all the answers.

“they… they called me a nobody..” you stuttered out through your sniffles and sobs. “the entire time, i felt s-so left out, and they didn’t even acknowledge me! it was like i was a ghost!” you cried out, your lip quivering.

“oh baby.. i’m sorry.” he said, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, and even your chin. he hugged you tightly but also gently as if you were fragile.

“do you pity me..? is that why we’re t-together?” you sniffled out, your eyes widening slightly as you felt his body stiffen against yours. what once was the perfect mold for your body turned into hard stone in the fraction of a second.

he pulled away slightly to look into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in either worry or sorrow. you couldn’t tell which it was. “i love you. never have i once pitied you. in fact, in my head, i’ve always worshipped you.”

“h-huh?”

“yes. you are my sun, my moon, my stars. you are my everything. and nothing can ever change that. you are, and always will be, the girl i love. forever and ever.” he watched as tears filled your eyes, wiping them away with the pads of his thunbs as they fell down your cheeks fast.

“i wake up in the morning to your beautiful face and it reminds me of why i chose to keep living. you are everything to me. and if those girls can’t see how amazing you are, i do. i see you all the time. you are everything i want and you are always in my mind.”

you hugged him tightly, sobbing hard into his shoulder, your body shaking as you felt him rub soothing circles into your back.

“i love you baby. so much.” he said, pulling away to place a kiss on your lips. he smiled as he looked deep into your eyes. he was always so entranced with your eyes.

“i love you too lee.” you said, smiling softly through your tears before kissing him again, pulling him close.

#resident evil #resident evil fluff #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy angst to fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon s. kennedy fluff #leon kennedy comfort

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0kayblue · 3 months

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Choices

A drunken kiss, unspoken feelings, and a nasty argument leaves Leon in a cracked state. Painfully stuck in the crossroads of realization that nothing is going to get better until he starts talking and actively takes the steps to come to terms with his past and his disjointed emotions.

Word count: Almost 5k (not throughly proof read)

Angst. Language. Gun mentioned. Drinking mentioned. Happy ending. Partners to friends to lovers? The timeline is a little funky so let me explain: the events of Raccoon City take place in 2004 and that places this story towards the start of 2011.

A/N: Long time no see, huh? Things got heavy and they got heavy fast. Between vacation, moving, and the holidays; I’ve kinda fallen off the face of the planet. But it is what it is and I’m back for a minute or two.

As far as requests are concerned I’m working on them, but I get distracted with other ideas. My google doc is full of rough outlines and unfinished works in progress. I don’t have any idea when things will come out, they just will. I apologize, but damn, life is stressful.

Anyway, I hope you all are having a lovely day, week, month, and year. Please enjoy!!

“Hey. . .” Leon starts, his voice low and like gravel with uncertainty. A sense of deprecating self-consciousness following in the silence, before he lets out a frustrated huff. “You didn’t pick up, not that I’m surprised. . .but still, it hurts.” He admits as his grip on his phone grows tighter before it loosens and a conflicted sigh leaves him.

“I’m. . .sorry.” He struggles with the apology as he shuts his eyes and another exasperated sigh leaves him, “Truly, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did and I shouldn’t have pointed the finger at you. It’s not your fault and it never has been. I need you to know that, I need you to know that I know how I’ve been acting lately is stupid and. . .” He stops as he opens his eyes and looks around the dim space of his empty living room, the loneliness of this moment threatening to swallow him whole. The numbing silence of the room mixed with the silence on the other end of the phone became too much to handle causing him to swallow the confession on the tip of his tongue.

He licks the dryness from his lips as his other hand goes to massage his forehead in a stiff and irritated manner. He sucks his teeth as his hand falls while he lets out a disheartened sigh as the words fall from his lips, “I can’t do this without you here.” He admits with frustrated sorrow, “I need to see you. I need you to look at me. I need you to. . .I just need you.”

The static of the other empty line cuts through silence like a rusted combat knife through brittle sheet metal. Leon’s lips part for another sigh to escape him, but it never does. The air stays lodged in his throat before he painfully swallows.

“Look,” The word came out dry and somewhat short, before he clears his throat. “I’ve got some things I have to deal with, but if you could come over just for a moment—or at least call me back– it doesn’t have to be tonight; but sometime.” He can’t stop it from sounding like a desperate ramble; a plea for your silence to be broken.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back, but it probably won’t be until the early hours of the morning so if you could just at least call me back tonight. Let me know you’re okay. You don’t have to give me any other information and I won’t ask, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He explains softly, biting his tongue to keep himself from making the accusations that scream at him.

He opens his mouth to say more, to at least say ‘bye’; but he can’t, so he pulls the phone away from his ear and he ends the call. A frustrated grunt leaving him as he peers down at your contact photo, his gaze softening as he studies the smile on your face. The photo one that he cherishes with every heart string he has; a moment he was able to capture without you knowing. The rarity of being able to capture a genuine smile on your face. He recalls the day fondly and for a moment a smile curls at his lips until he eyes glance at the time in the top left corner of the thin device. He locks his phone as he stands from the loveseat you often perched yourself in whenever you were over, the seat cushion practically molded to only sit your frame comfortably.

Putting the phone in his pocket he makes his way through the kitchen and to the door that leads to the garage; grabbing his car keys from the key hooks by the door and opening the garage door.

The dark of night not holding its usual tranquility as the earthy smell of the heavy rain floods his nostrils. It’s eerily fitting given his current circumstances and it makes his skin crawl slightly as he gets into the driver seat and starts the car. Putting the car in reverse he backs out of the garage, his ears starting to ring slightly as the quietness of the night floods the car. A slight scoff leaves him as he goes to shut the garage door and he heads north towards his destination.

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Leon drives for hours in silence trying to put his head together. Trying to string together what exactly he wants to say while also remaining focused on the road ahead. All his thoughts scattered and disorganized; any sense of pulling it together immediately wiped out whenever his phone buzzed. A thin line of hope is always shattered when he glances at it and it’s just another notification about god knows what. It didn’t matter and he didn’t care because it was never your name on the screen.

It felt as if you were playing this silent treatment thing as if your life depended on it and it was killing him. Suffocating him. Each ping brings him above the tidal wave for just a moment before being dragged back under by the force of the freezing crisp waves. He could almost taste the bitter salt water with each defeated sigh of disappointment.

His glare on the road sharpens as he sees the abandoned gas station, slows, and makes the sharp right turn into the parking lot. The sound of stray gravel gritting against the tread of the tires as the car reaches its destination, Leon on the other hand still has another hour until he reaches his.

A single unmarked cruiser awaiting him parked perfectly in between two faded and barely visible white lines. He parks his own car a couple spots away from the cruiser before he shuts it off and steps out of the car, grabbing his phone and keys sliding them into his back pocket as he takes calculated steps to the cruiser. The rain only becomes more intense as he tries not to be affected by the cold laced into every drop that hits him, soaking his clothes slightly.

“Should’ve brought an umbrella.” He mutters to himself as he opens the driver’s side door of the cruiser and gets in. He shakes slightly in an effort to get any excess water off before running a hand through his damp hair, the water slicking it back for just a moment before his bangs fall back into place.

He leans over the center console and gets into the glove compartment on the passenger’s side. A single car key and a beretta 92fs pistol sit exactly where they were supposed to be. He opts for the cool metal of the hand gun as he picks it up and inspects the weapon briefly, leaving the safety on before he sets it in the passenger seat. He then takes the car key and starts the car, whereas his car was quiet the cruiser engine debates on whether or not to come to life and he almost took it as a sign to give up despite not being a superstitious man; but he digresses as the old cruiser decides that Leon is worth the ride.

Just as he goes to put the car in reverse his phone pings and he immediately takes his hand from the gear shift and fishes for it with a grunt from his back pocket. A moment of relief leaves him as this time the contact that greets him is yours. Quick to unlock the phone he is greeted with a text of only one word:

‘Maybe.’

“Maybe?” He grumbles, “What the hell does that even mean?” He asks no one but himself and yet is met with the low rumble of the cruiser’s transmission. Before really thinking he goes and types a reply, staring at the message with a puzzled expression.

‘Maybe what exactly?’

Surprisingly he barely moved before he got a reply.

‘Just maybe.’

He takes in a deep breath before letting it out in a shaky manner. Stubborn, you were always so stubborn. Of course he was too, but he was the one actively trying not to be this time. He was the one trying to get you to open up and not the other way around. Trying to get you to communicate with him, trying to get you to be vulnerable with him, trying to repair the rift between the two of you.

‘Can I get more than maybe?’

‘Please.’

He knows it’s his fault. He understands that regardless of how you left he still hurt you and you still had every right to be upset with him. Neither of you made anything official, never committed to anything, and he was a fool to think that a drunk kiss meant that his feelings were reciprocated and defined you both as an unit. He should have known that your avoidance of him the next day meant that something was off, but he convinced himself that you understood everything. That you knew everything he’s wanted to say for months. So, when he was informed of you being around someone who clearly was no good for you; he snapped.

‘I’ll be by.’

It wasn’t much, but it was something. A crumb that would subside the ache he felt. He lets out a sigh of relief as a small and soft smile finds his face. It was confirmation to him that he hasn’t lost you completely. He hadn’t lost you.

‘When?’

‘Tonight. Please.’

He stares at the screen waiting for a reply he doubts he will get; so he isn’t surprised as agonizing seconds turn into minutes. Glancing at the time he knows he needs to move, and he will. Just a minute more.

A minute passes, then two, and still no reply. He runs a hand through his hair before it finds the steering wheel, gripping it with force. Trying to let out some of the agitation he felt in the least harmful way possible. He tosses the phone into the passenger seat before taking his leave.

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Leon pulls up to the agreed upon meeting spot, the headlights of the cruiser reflecting off of the multiple ‘WARNING’ and ‘DANGER’ signs. All signs informing the public to stay clear of the abandoned wreckage that was the nightmare that started his adult life.

He clenched his teeth as he parks the cruiser and before killing the engine he scrutinizes the rusted, faded, and graffitied sign that read:

‘Welcome to Raccoon City

Home of Umbrella’

He can’t help the cold unforgiving glare that hardens his features as he stares intensely at that damn sign. A sign that he once was looking forward to seeing, a sign that was supposed to harken in a new beginning for him. A chapter of his life that he never got to write the way he intended too.

He forces himself to look away as he kills the engine. All that anger and contempt in every movement he makes; the emotions barely subtle as he grabs the pistol and makes his leave from the cruiser. Uncleaned debris crunching under the harsh step of his sturdy weight. The former storm subsided to a gentle drizzle. As if the weather was deciding to be gentle towards him, to be kind as he faced the location of so much of his trauma. Dulled screams and flashbacks of all the things he saw that night flashing throughout every corner of his brain. He grits his teeth as he slams the door of the cruiser shut, the heavy bang ceasing the noise. The memories.

He keeps his focus trained ahead as he strides closer to the steel chain fencing with sturdy steps, the dim yellow light from aged street lights illuminating his path with a dull hum. Unclenching his jaw he puts the pistol into the tight waistband of his jeans as he starts to climb the rusted fence that murmurs whines underneath the weight of his body.

Getting to the top he throws one leg over before deciding to make the jump to the other side. A grunt leaves him as the soles of his shoes make contact with the pitch black pavement, a sharp yet brief pain shooting up his legs. Standing up straight he pulls the pistol from his waistband, shuts the safety off, and proceeds forward. Acutely aware of his surroundings as his stomach starts to turn and bile threatens to creep up his throat.

Luckily he doesn’t have to travel far as the person he is set to meet waits in the shadows, the click of her heels against the damp pavement making Leon fully aware of her presence as he points the gun at her out of fear. It isn’t until she steps closer that he lowers his weapon.

“Leon.” Ada says as she looks at him intently. Giving him a once over before she speaks again, “Someone is jumpy, I see.”

“Yeah, well, it’s the location.” Leon says as he stands up straight, his shoulders remaining tense. Ada nods in a sense of understanding.

“You went through it to track me down and I’ll admit I’m impressed; but I have to ask: why?” Ada’s voice is smooth and low, clearly guarded.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about. Something I need to address.” He admits.

Ada studies him, the tension he carries nearly slapping her across the face; and she knows all the blame can’t just be put on the location. The rubble on the street is a physical representation of the crumbs of trust that was shared between the two of them.

“So, then why go through the trouble?” She inquires, her brow raising slightly, “I’m certain whatever it is you are here to-.”

“No, I need you to hear what I have to say.” He says cutting her off. Clearly uncomfortable, unfamiliar, and direct with her; this whole situation reeking of a rotten smell that they could practically taste.

“Different.” She simply states, very different from their previous meeting six months prior in the rural misty mountainous region of Spain. A change that was lost on her is now clearly present. It’s rough, jagged; and not something she is used to when it comes to him.

The two stare at each other in silence, trying to piece each other together. A clear lack of communication ringing out into the night, something that wasn’t uncommon between the two.

“Do you-.” Leon starts but suddenly stops the question in its tracks. He knew the answer and it was pointless to even ask; so he opts for the next question, “Why didn’t you try and reach out?”

The question takes Ada aback and it shows physically as her eyes widen just slightly before returning to that uncaring gaze. She ponders on how to approach this. On what to say. Coming up short she decides not to say anything regarding the subject; so she changes it.

“Is this about them?” She asks and immediately Leon plants his feet. Knowing that her them meant you; and the feeling didn’t settle well in his bones. His teeth gritted together as his jaw locked. Yet, the fact of the matter remained: she was partly right.

“It is, isn’t it.” Ada states as she crosses her arms, a sense of pride finding her as she figured him out so quickly.

“And if it is?” Leon asks, hoping in vain to throw her off the scent by playing this with a harsh coyness.

“You’re still hung up over a kiss?” Ada asks, the question slipping from her lips without thinking. A rarity from her, so much so that it takes her aback as the harshness of her words hits Leon with a pang of disappointment.

“That’s not what I’m hung up on.” Leon answers, bitterness clinging to each word, “I’m hung up on the fact that after everything I—everything we—went through you didn’t even try to tell me you survived that fall. That you survived and you didn’t bother to at least leave me something to show you were still alive; and don’t even try and say you couldn’t find me. You could have. Easily.” His voice grew stronger with every word he spoke, his conflicting emotions present in each syllable.

Ada is stunned by his candor, the hurt that she caused him present leaving her baffled and grasping for straws. He was being raw here, he was showing her his cards that he held so tightly to his chest.

“That night was the ending to so much. That night—to me— was an unimaginable horror I was not prepared to face; and you…you were right there. You knew so much more than I did and you remained cryptic.” Leon states with a defeated and heavy breath, “It’s easy to direct my anger there; but I know that’s not where it belongs. That isn’t where my heart places it, even though it probably should be because you played it like a fiddle; but that’s not it. Not the way you used me. Manipulated me. What it is in all honesty is the fact that I couldn’t save you. That you slipped from my grip, but yet you still cling to me.”

Silence falls between the two again, but this time it’s different. It’s not a burden even though it remains heavy.

“So you tracked me down to tell me this?”

“I tracked you down so you can let me go.”

The statement left Leon in one breath as he looked at her with a softness to his eyes. A vulnerability in his gaze that swallowed Ada whole. The lack of light behind his eyes shadowing her in a darkness she never expected to feel from him. Her own emotions are becoming hard to keep in check, as her insides start to simmer with an almost forgotten feeling.

The silence clings to their clothes as the night time air becomes lodged in Leon’s throat. Nearly choking him as he examined Ada intently, trying to guess her next move. Trying to put himself in her shoes long enough to figure out what she might be thinking; but all of this was so foreign. So he retreated back into his own head and just decided it was best to let her move from here. He decided it was best to just stop; and that decision flooded his body with relief. His jaw relaxing, his shoulder falling slightly, his knees no longer locked; the utter relief he felt just voicing how he felt was something he least expected.

“Okay.” Ada said, breaking the silence. This newfound development changed something in her that she couldn’t pinpoint. Something half of her refused to pinpoint. This growth she sees from him changes her perception of him.

“Okay.” Leon repeats with a small nod as the subtle rain drops that have been hitting him start to increase. They stand in a tense awkward silence as the wind starts to pick up and begin to howl a broken howl that wavered like a gasped sob. Leon turns to leave before the rain starts to heavily pour again, but the question that falls from Ada causes him to stop.

“Are you doing this all for them?” She asks, crossing her arms. While Leon looks at her with confliction, still not pleased with her need to keep you in the conversation.

“Not completely.” He answers; and that is the truth. He needed this for himself, he knew that; but it would be a lie if you didn’t inspire him to take the leap. That you didn’t assure him that he didn’t have to constantly be fighting this inner turmoil, that he could form some type of peace with it; and most importantly that he didn’t have to do it alone. He deserved to care for himself, something he never considered until he felt the gentle warmth of your care.

“I’d prefer if you would leave them out of it.” Leon says, a protective pitch in his tone that packed a subtle bite. It didn’t catch her off guard, it was him she was dealing with; and she knew that regardless of the strengths she had briefly seen from you in Spain that Leon would still be protective of you.

So, Ada just nods, turns, and takes her leave,“Goodbye, Leon.” Ada says as Leon watches her walk back towards what he assumed was her entry point was located.

As her form disappears into the black of night Leon lets out a deep breath with a slight shake of his head; his limbs heavy from the strain of the stress he carried in them.

“Goodbye, Ada.”

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It was nearly four in the morning when Leon pulled into his garage. Your vehicle was nowhere in his line of sight as he pulled up to his house. Not that he was surprised, your answer was just a maybe, and he didn’t want you to push yourself out of the realms of something you weren’t comfortable doing just yet. At least he let you know that you weren’t ignoring him completely and that was enough for the time being.

He shuts off the car as an exhausted sigh leaves him while his hand runs down his face. His head starts to gently pound as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The emotional rollercoaster he has been on starts to churn his stomach, reminding him why he didn’t bother with this stuff for so long in the first place. It hurt. Everywhere.

He closes the garage as he gets out of the car and makes his way inside. Placing his keys back on the hook, kicking off his shoes, and starting to remove his jacket he stops as he hears the muffled sound of a sitcom laugh track coming from the living room. His chest swells with hope as he quickly disregards his jacket and shoes and with large gentle strides he makes his way into the living room. His heart nearly stops when he sees you asleep on the couch.

Stopping in his tracks he watches the soft rise and fall of your chest, you were completely and utterly lost in what he hoped was a peaceful slumber. Your arms tucked close to your chest. Your hair fanned out over the couch cushion and the arm of the couch. He fought back how he wanted to run his hand through your hair. How tempting it looked, how he knew nothing brought you more comfort than the feeling of gentle fingers working their way through your hair. He wanted to do that for you, he wanted to comfort you. He wants to give you whatever your heart desires.

His breath hitches in his throat as he carefully sits on the edge of one of the couch cushions. His heart swells with so much love that it is overwhelming and for the first time within all of this his eyes start to glass over. Tears threatening to spill as a shaky hand slowly makes contact with the warmth of your scalp. His fingers intertwined with your hair as his thumb gingerly brushes the top of your head and a small breath of relief leaves him as he watches your body relax. He stifled a sob with a scoff as a smile found his face while he fixed his gaze on you. The person he holds the most dear. The person he would do whatever it took to just have by his side.

A craving to show you the utmost love and affection, a craving to care for you so much deeper than what the two of you already had. He hoped with everything that you wanted more. That the ghost of your past hadn’t swallowed you up. That you would choose him.

He finally sniffs, the sound of distress pulling you from sleep as your eyes open and find his piercing blue ones glassy with tears. You move to sit up as even in your groggy state your arms wrap around him to comfort him.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You coo as your torso presses against him while one hand rubs his back and the other makes its way into his hair as you rest your chin in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” You soothe while Leon takes in a strangled breath his arms wrapping tightly around you as he pulls you into his lap.

“You came.” He utters, his voice breaking slightly.

“You called.” You answer softly.

Leon’s grip on you tightens as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, fresh hot thick tears starting to roll down his face. You gently mumble sweet reassurances as you rub his back, allowing him to cry, allowing him to let go of all the shit he has been holding onto. The fight. The end. The struggle. He’s letting go of all of it as he keeps a firm hold on you, clinging to you as if his life depended on it.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed anything and I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you for- for being with them. I- I shouldn’t have yelled. I should have told you how I felt. I should have-.” He chokes out his apology, the saltiness of his tears finding the pallet of his tongue.

“Shh, Leon, it’s okay.” You coo rubbing his back, “Don’t force yourself to speak when you aren’t ready. Take your time.” He fists the soft fabric of your shirt as he wonders what he ever did to know the comfort of your patience.

As Leon begins to calm down his grip on you loosens, his breathing returning to normal as his chest no longer hitches with quiet sobs. You feel him start to relax and in turn your body loses its own stiffness. You continue to hold him to you, trailing the tips of your nails gingerly up and down a patch of his back. You had no idea where Leon had been, but whatever he did has obviously left him worse for wear.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask in a quiet whisper, concern ever present in your soft voice; and Leon can’t help himself.

“I love you.” He responds as he places a strong hand in between your shoulder blades keeping you pressed against him as he screws his eyes shut trying to commit this moment to memory. The feeling of your body pressed flush against his, the addictive pleasant scent of your perfume, the soft gentle flesh of your neck pressed against the scratch of his stubble.

“I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have yelled. I should have talked to you directly. I should have seen everything.” He says as he regretfully pries himself away from you to look at you fully, his hands moving to cup your cheeks and hold your face gently in the palms of his hands. He watches the gears in your head start to turn through sparkling big doe eyes and his heart starts to melt. The realization that he wasn’t the only one that needed improvements becoming ever present as he brushes the side of his thumb over your cheek.

“I love you and I am unbelievably sorry. Please, please, don’t shut me out.” He pleads as he studies your face, noting the way your bottom lip quivered ever so slightly.

You both sit there in silence as he admires the sad beauty that are your features in this moment. He allows you to just sit there and feel, and think, and breathe. With all the patience in the world he waits for you.

“I love you too.” You finally say quietly, the words falling from your lips in a hesitancy before you speak up again; but with more strength and convection, “I love you too.”

A soft wide smile finds Leon’s face as he brings your lips to his in a soft, but desperate and passionate kiss. The taste of your lips are so much sweeter without the bitter taste of alcohol on them. Your arms snaking their way around his neck as you kiss him back the way you wanted to the first time he kissed you. His hands move to your waist to pull you closer to him as his tongue ghosts over your bottom lip.

You part your lips allowing him access to explore the warmth of your mouth while crooking your head to the side as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. His tongue runs briefly over your teeth before it coils with your own and he sucks slightly causing a deep moan to reverberate from your chest and up your throat.

The sound causes a smirk to curl at the corner of his lips as he parts from you regardless of how badly he wants to continue. He couldn’t help it, he had to see you; and the sight was worth it. The blissful peace on your face as you opened your eyes to look at him was worth it. A smile plastered on his face as he noted the tiredness in your eyes, the slight bags underneath them, and his hand finds your cheek as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Let's save the rest for tomorrow, okay? Let’s get you to bed.” He says as he moves to pick you up bridal style. He stands from the couch as your grip around him tightens as he makes his way to his bedroom.

“Leon.” You scold him slightly, but with no real seriousness to it.

“Tomorrow.” He assures with a little nod, a playful smirk on his face.

“Tomorrow.” You repeat with a little roll to your eyes.

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year

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You found me lost

Leon Kennedy x f! Reader

summary: Leon comes home after a tough mission and just needs you near him.

warning: Fluff

Not proofread! Gif not mine.

this is the first fanfic I‘m posting. please don’t hate and ignore my grammar 😭

It‘s 3AM when you hear the bedroom door close. You slightly open your eye to look who it is and make yourself ready to attack whoever dares to interrupt your sleep.

Luckily Leon taught you some self defense before he left for a mission. You’re still not the best but it’s enough for winning time and sprinting to the neighbors.

As you were about to jump and attack whoever is in the room, you stop. “Oh” leaves your mouth as you realize who it is. Your Boyfriend. Leon. He‘s home early.

“Leon” you speak and jump off the bed. He stands there and looks over to you making your way to him with open arms. As your bodies collides together he lets out a small groan. Immediately you let go of him, worried you might have hurt him. “Are you okay? You’re home early.” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything and pulls you in a hug by your waist. You of course hug him back and let your hands make their way under his shirt, laying them on his back. His face is burried into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.” his voice is raspy and filled with emotions. You know something bad happened and know exactly how to comfort him.

You pull away from the hug and take his face in your hands. Giving him a quick smile you let go of his face and take on of his hands, guiding him with you to the bathroom. As you turn on the shower you turn to him and see him standing her and looking at you. He definitely isn’t happy right now. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you ask him with care in your voice. But he doesn’t respond. His eyes leaves yours and fall to the bathroom floor. As you make your way to him you stop in front of him, grab one of his big muscular arms and gain his attention back to you. “It’s okay, Baby. You did amazing, no matter what happened there.” you try to comfort him and you can tell he wants to let go of his emotions and cry his whole heart out and scream that he doesn’t deserve what keeps happening to him, but he can’t. Not because he is incapable in showing feelings but because he is scared. Scared that he might scare you off but mostly he is scared of himself. So he doesn’t say anything back.

You slowly remove his shirt and jeans leaving him only in his Boxers. His big and muscular body is yet covered in bruises. Fresh and old ones. Some are blue and some are dark purple. You remove his boxers and leave him with nothing. There is no sexual intention. Just pure Love. He sits down in the shower and you work on his hair. Washing it with your favorite vanilla shampoo which he really really likes. You remember the time he came home with 10 vanilla shampoos so your hair could keep smelling like that. He is obsessed with you and spoils you even though you don’t want to.

After washing the shampoo out of his hair he stops you by grabbing your arm softly. He turns his head slightly so you can see his defined jawline and lips. “Thank you so much for doing this all for me, love. You know you don’t have to do that.” you let out a chuckle and bend over a bit to kiss his cheek. “I do it because I love you. Don‘t thank me for that ever again.” the side of his lips lift up and you smile like an idiot at that.

After taking care of him you were about to leave the room to get him clothes but he stops you by grabbing your arm, making you turn to look at him. “Don‘t go." he barely whispers which makes your heart shatter in a million pieces. As you give him a sad smile you take his hands and wrap them around your waist. “never. But if you stay in that towel you’re gonna get sick.” before he gets the chance to respond you take him with you and get back to your shared bedroom.

Dressing him in his pajamas you let him lay on top of you. Arms protectively around your waist, laying between your legs and his head on your chest while your hands are in his wet hair.

“I don’t think you understand how much I love you” he confesses which makes your heart melt. You kiss the top of his head and whisper “I love you more. Sleep now. I‘ll be here when you wake up.”

And with that said, he slowly falls asleep in the arms of his loved one.

#leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil #re4 leon #leon kennedy x you #fanfic #resident evil 4 #comfort #resident evil x reader

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alicerosejensen · 1 year

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⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️

!!!SELF-HARM!!!

All right, I myself still experience this shit that has been with me for many years. So this blog is my outlet. When I was a teenager, I did self-harm, it's terrible, but I thought it was better than antidepressants, which left an emptiness inside. I really felt better, but it didn’t help my mental health in any way.

Please, if this is a painful topic for you, then just scroll down.

I need Leon, who will beat the shit out of me with a suplex 🤣 And then he will hug and regret. Sudden headcanon - Leon ALWAYS takes care of his beloved.

- self-harm is a thing of the past, but the scars on your skin are now forever with you

- Wide leather bracelets, long sleeves, closed dresses - cut marks should be hidden.

- Everyone deals with their own pain as best they can. If Leon prefers alcohol, then the old folding knife is still in your pocket.

- Leon finds out about your past "hobby" quite by accident.

- He will notice the cuts when you decide to spend the night with him.

- This surprised him unpleasantly, but no condemnation. Leon will run his thumb over the scars, trying to gently ask why did you do this and are you still going on?

- "I felt like a terrible person. This was my reset button. I needed to dispel this fog in my head."

-You probably won't notice, but Leon will be watching closely to see if you have any new scars.

- He will give you all the support he can, especially if you are in therapy. Leon understands how important this is!

- Your pocket knife has gone missing.

- "Princess, why do you need him? Do you want us to talk about what's bothering you? Maybe you want to take a walk? "

- Of course, the number of sharp objects was halved. He's not paranoid, but it's better that you don't have any temptation to hurt yourself. Leon is just worried but happy to see your sincere smile after his stupid joke.

- Don't feel bad for yourself. People can be pieces of shit, but they shouldn't be the reason for your tears and your pain.

- If Leon has the opportunity (we all know he has a fucking important job) he will remind you to take your medicine. Doesn't work or do you feel worse? We'll find another psychotherapist.

- The DSO still pays him well.

- When everything is fine with you, Leon will become more serene

- He kisses your wrists, always speaking kindly to you. Your head lies on his chest, and a blanket is tangled somewhere in his legs. Don't be ashamed of your past! He doesn't blame you for hurting yourself. Those who brought you to this are to blame.

- Sharp things are back in range... but your pocketknife remains missing.

- No need to ask him where he hid it. You will most likely never find it again.

- Leon is still watching you vigilantly as you cut food in the kitchen.

- "I'm not going to make myself hara-kiri!"

- Maybe I just like watching you cook."

- This is partly true. Just give him more time. Leon loves and trusts you, but he's calmer this way.

P.S. God save Leon S(exy) Kennedy!

#leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #comfort #selharm #resident evil x reader #headcanon #resident evil #lovers #angst #I love Leon Kennedy #comfortable Leon

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ladyviren · 4 months

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Leon: “i think we're gonna have to kill this guy, Shadow”

Shadow: “ *sigh* Chaos Control”

(Hope I’m not too late)

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dmitriene · 1 month

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thinking about kitty hybrid re2 leon — your adorable, lovely boy, with a shock of shaggy, cotton soft blonde hair and a pair of fluffy, long cat ears that pair up with his thin, unquenchably wagging tail.

leon is a good kitty, bright as sunshine with his crystal blue eyes, looking at you through his long, fluttering eyelashes everytime you stroke his soft strands or his twitching cat ears, moving down his plush cheek to scratch under his chin softly.

you watch him wag his tail and beat it against the soft surface of the couch, loud chest purrs slip from his plump lips, and you can't help but praise him all the time — “my pretty, lovely boy.. who's a good kitty?„

— “mmrm.. mm, i am..„ he all but purrs and meows at you, so eager to hear some more praises from you and ready to please with his answer, making you chuckle at him softly, fingers tangling in his light locks on the back of his neck, scratching and tugging lightly, making leon press his chin against your stomach and close his eyes, losing himself to the pleasure.

and he's right, more than, he's really such a good kitty for you everytime, and leon knows how to show it quite well.

with his rounded, plush face between your supple thighs, licking sloppily on your puffy, slicked folds, parting the pink flesh with his tongue and alternating between kitten licks and fat stripes against your sweet, wet cunny, slurping on every dribbling sweetness of your juices that lands on his waiting tongue.

leon's twitching kitty ears pressed flatly against his hair, blonde strands messy and fluffed up because of your grip, fingers tangling between his locks and holding when your back arches, delicious, warm pleasure waft all over your body, settling with burning sensation in your tummy.

he can smell it, taste by the way your pussy become even more slippery, with more sweet juices leaking and coating your folds for him to lick, his nose bumping in your throbbing, glistening little bud, before leon suckles on it, making you moan deliriously in time with his pleased mewls.

— “oh, leon.. mm! that's it, good kitty, don't stop!„ reverberates through the bedroom in melodious, high pitched moan, making his ears perk up with slight twitch before he lowers them back on, mewling in your pussy in acknowledgement, sound vibrating against your throbbing bud before he delws in your loosening hole.

it takes a bit of his tongue fucking into your fluttering, gummy folds eagerly, hitting your spongy spot with each curl and thrust of his tongue, relishing in the way your gooey walls spasm and constrict around his muscle as your breathy moans feel the air, hinting at your imminent release, before everything snaps.

— “mm! mmn, mrrm„ leon purrs and mewls in your squelching cunny when you clench and clamp, pussy spasming as orgasm roll over your body in tingling, hot sensation, spine arching like a taut string, more and more slick gushes out your hole and on his lips, letting him slurp it sloppily, slicky cum dribbling down his plump lips and chin.

it takes you couple of minutes to come back from your high, with your thighs shaking around his head and hips bucking slightly as his plump lips press little, sweet kisses against your pussy and then recoiling slightly, moving with more warm, wet kisses to the insides of your supple thighs, helping you to relax as he murmurs worriedly — “are you alright? did i go too far?„

your eyelashes flutter a bit, making your gaze lower back on his face and soften immediately, baby blue eyes looking at you with much worry and sudden quilt, pretty kitty ears still pressed against his head and fluffy tail lays curled on the bed completely still, making you giggle so quietly, before adding sickly sweetly — “yeah, lee, i'm fine, you did so good for me, baby, made me felt so good today„

and it's enough to make him beam at you, kitty ears bouncing up immediately with happy, chest purrs coming vibrating from his body, his nose nuzzling in your soft palm and making you scratch at his cheekbone and chin.

he moves up on his arms to press kisses all over your face, lips wet and still tasting like you, but you don't denie leon the pleasure as he purrs and meows, pawing at you and nuzzling his face in your neck with more kisses and light licks, long tail slapping against the sheets with joy.

ain't a sweet boy he is?

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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batsgetscensored · 3 months

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"Been a long time..."

His voice is like a long forgotten melody, one that rushes back into your mind and floods your body and soul with familiarity.

It's Leon. How could you let yourself almost forget the man you once spent every night with...?

You nod slowly, not looking just yet. "I know..." you whisper, eyes shut tight as you take in a shaky breath, letting it all come back.

"Where did you run off to?"

He asks, and all you can do is chuckle slightly. It's a weak laugh, but something nonetheless. The action feels unfamiliar, but god if it doesn't feel good to feel this way again. "I had to take care of some things. I'm sorry." You try to explain.

He shakes his head, placing his thumb and forefinger to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him, silently encouraging you to open your eyes.

"It's okay. I get it. Life gets in the way sometimes."

"Its not just that-"

"You don't have to explain."

His eyes are soft as you finally look into them, warm and feeling like home, the baby blues looking at you like he knows you better than even you do.

"Situations change. People change. It happens, and I don't blame you..."

Leon's words are as careful and gentle as his gaze as he brings his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands out of your eyes.

And then he speaks again...

"I missed you. Try not to stay away so long next time, for my sake."

#kinda written based on my inability to #find interest in anything lately #and how I finally might feel comfortable writing again.#cheers to that #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #fourth wall break??#resident evil leon #re leon #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #kind of #drabble #fears and thoughts 1

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rad1og1rl · 10 months

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this is lowkey self-indulgent bc i’ve been a lil insecure recently, fem reader in mind. he might be a lil ooc…still trying to figure out how to write him.

re4 leon x insecure fem reader.

tw: insecurities, angst, hurt/comfort, body image issues, body dysmorphia(?). plz lmk anything else.

a deep frown pulls at your lips, dragging down both your mood and leon’s as soon as he notices it. scrolling mindlessly through social media, stumbling upon posts from distant family or friends who broadcast their summer plans.

a bikini pic at a lake, an anniversary on a boat, a date at the beach.

all featuring stunning couples, and girlfriends who love their body, in cute sundresses and revealing bikinis.

you can’t help it…the jealousy that creeps up your back and latches onto your mind like a parasite. disgust with yourself seeping into your brain and face at the idea of your body in any of these things.

the stretch marks, blemishes, hair, and any other imperfections you can find on your body bubble up in your mind all at once, creating a cocktail of negative emotions to sour your mood for the rest of the day.

‘oh god, i couldn’t wear a swimsuit like that. my stomach would hang over. i hate my hips. why do i look so…frumpy..in a sundress, while they look so lovely? feminine, gorgeous, curvaceous or thin.’

still grimacing at your phone, you don’t notice leon’s frown as he slides closer to you on the couch, scooting in to see what you’re looking at. once he sees the obvious problem, he springs into action.

“alright, that’s enough social media for today. no more, princess.”

leon says, grabbing the phone from your hands and shutting it off entirely, tossing it onto the coffee table. he reaches for your hips and brings you closer, nosing your hair softly.

“what’s on your mind, pretty girl? i don’t like seeing you upset, y’know..”

“i don’t know….i just,” you started, feeling so small and scared, tears beginning to form as you buried into leon’s chest. “i just wish i had a nicer body….or a different one. there’s just…so much…that i don’t like.”

leon tenses at this, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes as he grabs your chin to prevent you from looking away.

“you don’t need a different body. you’ll never need a different body. because i love you, and i love your body because it’s yours,”

to further prove his point, he drags his hands down to your hips, the shape you despised and the stretch marks along with it.

“i love these hips because they are yours,” punctuated with a squeeze of the fat.

“i love this stomach and these thighs because they are yours,” accentuated with more gentle squeezes and rubs of his rough finger pads.

“i love your face and your legs and your arms and your back and everything in between because they are yours,” he whispers against your lips, hands finding your forearms and sliding down to intertwine your fingers.

“i don’t care what’s there. i don’t care about your acne or scars or rolls or hair or anything, because they are part of your body. you have so much about it that you don’t like, but i find so much that i can love,”

he kisses your tear stains, moving his hands to cup your face and lean his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and sighing before opening them once more. soft, blue orbs looking at you with so much love and admiration, it’s hard to maintain eye contact without wanting to burst into tears anymore at the idea of someone loving you and your body so much.

“these hands of yours, were made to hold mine. they fit perfectly. like a puzzle,”

“these hips of yours were made for me to hold, and these legs of yours brought you to me,”

“and finally, these lips,” that were inches away from each other, soft breaths warming each other as you glanced at his slightly chapped pink ones, noticing his stare intent on yours. “were made for kissing me, and talking to me with your sweet voice.”

he seals his words with a kiss, passionate but gentle, arms embracing you and strong muscle flexing to keep you in place, to keep the puzzle together.

“everything about you was made for me to love. i have never loved anyone like i have loved you. you were destined for me. there is nothing about you that you should hate, knowing that i love it all. because it’s yours.”

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gtgbabie0 · 11 months

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hi!! i love your stuff so much - they’re so cute and comforting!

i’m very insecure about how i look in a swim suit, and i was thinking of something where leon noticed the reader acting differently while they’re at the beach/pool and comforting them 💕💕

-Leon Kennedy x reader

{Insecurites aren't something that change overnight, so you take it one step at a time with Leon}

Thank you!! I hope this is okay sweetie! 💕💕

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The crease between your brows only gets stronger when you start to study yourself in the changing room’s mirror, notching how your swimsuit-clad body seems almost off-putting? and you wince at the thoughts that plague your mind.

You had tried to talk yourself out of these feelings, counteracting the self-hatred that seemed to have a vice-like grip on your heart but it was pointless especially when the thoughts were so obtuse in the forefront of your mind. Maybe coming to the beach with Leon and the Redfield siblings was a mistake.

You jump slightly when Claire knocks on the door, “Are you okay?” She asks with the sweetest tone, she’s always been such a good friend, you should tell her the truth, but at last, the words get caught in your throat and instead, you just let out a quick.

“Yeah, I’m good!”

You wipe the tears that prick at your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh as you slip Leon’s jacket back on, thankful it’s big enough to cover your behind.

It was a lovely day the sun was out and there were barely any clouds, and you knew the breeze wouldn’t last long, but there was no way you were going to take off this jacket.

You and Claire walked back down to the beach, hot silky sand beneath your feet. She asked if you were getting 'too warm' to which you politely just shrugged off, telling her how the breeze was making you a little chilly and you were glad that she didn’t push.

Leon watches you walking over, completely forgetting about his game of frisbee with Chris, and he frowns at the zipped-up jacket that covers you. Won’t you get too hot?

He knew something was wrong with you, through the whole car ride you were quiet, nervous almost, but even then thinking back to it, you started acting off when Claire first brought the whole beach trip up. He curses himself for not talking to you sooner.

He sighs watching you talk to Claire, you ask her for the car keys as she hands them to you, and you start walking back to the car.

Leon snaps out of his thoughts as a plastic frisbee hits his head, “Ow! What the-” he spins around to Chris who gives him a strange look, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You're gonna keep losing if you don't pay attention,” he says with a chuckle, trekking to go and collect the frisbee.

Leon says something about going to check up on you, and he certainly doesn’t miss the way Claire gives him an understanding look.

He notices you’re sitting in the car, your palms against your eyes as you wipe away your tears. You felt so silly and it only made you cry all the more, the sight made Leon’s chest tighten.

You look at him with a strained smile as he opens the car door, “C’mere baby” he says taking your hand as he helps you out of the vehicle before his arms encircle around your shoulders.

Now you feel even worse as you curse yourself for ruining a perfectly good day, “M’sorry Leon, I just hate -” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence as his big hands cup your face with such care.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the way you look sweetheart” he says pressing a kiss to your hairline, and your heart tightens. He knew, of course, he did. You’ve never met anyone who knew you as well as Leon did.

"You're beautiful, inside and out honey," he tells you, and Leon knows there isn't much he can say to make your insecurities just disappear, no matter how hard he wishes he could.

His words leave no room for doubt but there’s still a twinge of embarrassment that pinches at your skin as you try to bury your face into his shoulder, “I’m overthinking everything- I’m sorry” you mumble, biting back the sob.

Leon hates the way you go frigid in his arms, “Don’t apologise baby- you’ve got nothing to apologise for, you hear me?” He says and you nod with a weak ‘yeah’. He can still tell how uncomfortable you are with how you seem to go on yourself, shying away from him and it hurts more than you’ll ever know.

“Hey, I packed, something one second,” he says before disappearing behind the car, he opens the trunk and he soon reappears with a pair of shorts in hand, his shorts. “If you don’t feel comfortable then you can wear these yeah? Better than you overheating in this, honey” he says, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket you’re wearing.

You nod with a weak smile before slipping the shorts on over your swimsuit, he walks over to you with love in his eyes as he tightens the drawstring into a bow, “There you go, beautiful” he presses one last final kiss to the corner of your mouth, relief washing over him when you finally give him a smile, a real one.

"Thank you, Leon" you sigh as he wipes away a stray tear before pressing another kiss to your cheek, his lips against your warm skin as he whispers a loving, 'You don't have to thank me, sweetness'

You remember something that Leon told you once about ‘taking it one step at a time’ and his words warm you as you shrug off the jacket. You know insecurities aren’t a thing that can be broken overnight, it's something you had to work through, so, you’ll take it one step at a time.

Leon’s hand rests against the small of your back in a comforting manner as you both walk side by side, “You know, I think I might need your help, sweetheart, Chris was beating my ass in frisbee” he says, looking over at you as you giggle, saying something about how you’d ‘love to be on his team’

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alessiathepirate · 11 months

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Pre-Resident Evil 4

CUTS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Summary: Even if no one seems to worry about them, they can still worry about each other.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, mentioned violence, scars, hurt/comfort

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The past few weeks have been hard. So fucking hard she felt boneless when she was finally able to sit down and rest, breathing calmly, knowing no one will look for her to tell her to go back out there and continue the training.

It was late. The sky turned dark and cloudy, the anger of the weather introducing itself, warning everyone to run inside. Not like anyone cared about running from anything here. You ran when they told you to run and got inside when they told you to go inside.

She looked down at her hands, her lips forming a sad frown as she noticed four new scars on her hands and palms. Angry red, thin lines ran along her skin what started to turn from delicate to hard and well worked. Everyday new lines appeared to hurt and bleed, only to not be taken care of and be brushed under a rug. She felt like everything she had been dreaming about slowly started to fade away. Fade away so far she couldn't even remember why she wanted that at the first place.

Her fingertips quickly brushed along the bleeding wounds, wiping the little drops of blood away.

"Are you okay?" the voice was so sudden she felt her shoulders tense up, getting into survivor mode quicker then she took her first breath.

She looked up, only to meet with the blue eyes she knew and loved, something that was familiar and comforting.

"Sure. I'm just tired - that's all."

She hid her hands away, behind the wrinkles of the cheep duvet the people around here owned - at least the rookies around here owned.

Leon sat down on his own bed - or cot, because these things for sure couldn't be called beds - what was next to hers. For the first few seconds they just sat there, slowly calming down in the other's presence, feeling the life getting back to them. Then she felt his gaze on herself, blue eyes looking at her arms, at the parts that weren't hidden by the sleeves.

"Show me."

She looked up, meeting Leon's gaze.

"There's nothing to show."

"I know you're lying." she bit her lower lip, feeling helpless at the kind words - they weren't something she has heard a lot. "Please, just show me."

She sighed, not thinking twice as she stretched out her arms towards him, making the new cuts visible. Leon's hands touched hers, one gently wrapping around her wrist as his fingers started to stroke her skin. Her breathing became uneven from the sudden affection, feeling like her lungs started to do their work too quickly.

"Why didn't you go to the infirmary?"

"Because then people will come at me with their bullshit again. Especially Krauser."

She looked away, keeping her eyes on the duvet, but still feeling Leon's gaze on her.

It was true - what she said. She was the weakest one in the program. She had no big muscles, no strength in her arms to pull herself up with on the bars, no knowledge in hand-to-hand combat and she was also a woman. She was always laughed at, teased and pushed around especially by Krauser who seemed to really enjoy making her mad and see the anger unfold in her eyes. And the best part for him - he knew she can do nothing about it, because she is weak.

"Yeah, well I don't care what they think about you. But I do care about you and I don't want you to get an infection."

She looked back at Leon, examining his features, the way his mouth moves and how his eyes shine. She loved that about him - how his eyes didn't lose that shining, that kindness and that positivity; all the things that kept them both together in Raccoon City. She still remembered him in his uniform, with his baby-like features what nowadays was partially lost as they both aged. So young and so kind, yet so broken. Just like her.

"You care about me?"

"Of course I do. How can you even think that I don't?" he seemed a bit hurt and that broke her heart a little.

"I don't know. Sorry."

His hands left hers as he reached under the matress on his bed, only to pull out a small package. She could literally feel the confusion what made its way up to her face.

"You aren't the only one who doesn't want to go to infirmary, you know..." he opened up the package and waved with his head. "Come her and sit next to me, please."

She did what he said and sat down on his bed next to him. Her right leg was touching the floor, but she pulled the other under herself, so she could fully turn towards Leon with her torso. She kept looking at the mystery in her friend's hands and when she realized what he had been hiding, she felt like she's gonna cry.

"I'm not the best at taking care of cuts..." there were smaller, square-shaped band aids in his hands with an ointment and a small towel. "But I'll do my best. I promise. -If you let me, of course."

She looked at Leon with teary eyes as she tried to swallow down both fear and tears and then stretched out her arms towards him without a single word. She knew that if she opens her mouth she'll cry, and that's something she didn't want to do. Not when Krauser can literally smell the dried up tears and then tease her about them as they practice the damn hand-to-hand combat, during which she always ends up pressed to a wall with his knife cutting into the skin on her neck.

Leon was so soft. The softest thing she had in this place with nothing but seriousness and pain. She wished he could get out of here and become the cop he once wanted to be so he can catch speeders on the highway. So he wouldn't have to worry about anything but speeders and giving out parking tickets.

He carefully stroked her skin next to the cuts, then looked up at her face: "Did you clean them?"

She swallowed and hoped that her voice won't shake too much.

"Yeah. I did. I just didn't bandage them."

As she looked at the man slowly spreading some ointments on her cuts and then carefully picking out the right sized band aids, she couldn't help but think about how they met and how their relationship improved throughout the time they spent together. Raccoon City wasn't the best place for a meet up, but the small café they met up at after the incident certainly was. They tried to heal up there, laugh there and try every single type of coffee there... Until they had to join the damn program.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be somewhere so cruel and painful; somewhere where he can lose all the good he has in himself.

"Leon?"

"Yeah? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I did."

Her heart started to hurt at the apology.

"No. No, you didn't. I just wanted to say thank you."

"You have nothing to say thank you for."

They smiled at the other softly.

"Now they will certainly pick on me again." she muttered as she examined her hands and palms. They were covered in band aids - every small cut was covered with one white square. Leon made sure nothing was overlooked.

"You shouldn't care. You should take care of yourself, no matter what the others think." his fingertips stroked one band aid on her palm.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. I really do."

Even though they finished taking care of her cuts, they were still holding hands. Her fingers intertwined with Leon's and her thumb was drawing small circles around an old, long healed up scar on the back of his hand.

"You can always come to me if you need help." Leon finally said after moments of silence.

"The same goes for you." she smiled back at him. "Don't be afraid to ask."

"Don't be like you, huh?" he said jokingly with a small giggle. "You can worry about me but I can't worry about you."

"We can worry about each other, because no one seems to care about us. How does that sound?"

"It's perfect."

Leon's grip on her hands tightened a little and then suddenly he softly pulled on her hands, getting them closer to his lips - and when they almost touched his chin, he leaned in and pressed a kiss into her palms, both of them, not wanting to leave either one lonely.

She felt her cheeks burn up.

"I-" she started, but didn't know what she really wanted to say.

"I think you're beautiful with these." he said, referring to the band aids. "Really cute."

"Stop it." she giggled playfully. "How about I put some on you as well? I think you'd look cute with them too."

"Yeah?" one of his hands found its way up to her face, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah."

"If I want to be honest you look cute without them too. Especially when you giggle at something silly I say."

Her giggling stopped, but the smile stayed even if it turned into something shy and unsure. It stayed there when Leon didn't lean in, seemingly rethinking his actions. It disappeared when she realized the closeness she desired slowly started to back away, his grip on her losing it's confidence and strength. It completely disappeared and turned into something serious when she leaned towards him, following him, not giving up on his touch...

When their lips finally met in an unsure kiss, her right hand shakily touching his shoulder she felt like she found the comfort she had been looking for. The way their lips moved against the others' so slowly, so carefully; exploring the other, yet not wanting to scare the other away made her heart skip a beat. Then it came back - the shaking, the need to cry because her heart felt full, because she finally felt at ease with her pain and aching muscles. She was shaking, because she didn't know what she wanted to do first - kiss him, hug him, stroke his hair, talk to him, tell him how much she appreciates him.

She ended the kiss after the air ran out of her lungs from the sudden love she recieved, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, fearing Leon will disappear. Fearing that he won't be there when she opens them, she'll be there alone, crying, aching for something soft and comforting.

When she felt a hand stroking her cheek she knew he was there. Leon was there and he didn't look like he wants to disappear anytime soon.

"I know it's not the best time or place to say it, but-"

"I love you." the words blew out of her without thinking, not letting him finish his sentence. "God, I love you so much it fucking hurts. And our situation sucks like always, but-"

"I love you too."

And the dam broke. She started to cry. Cry from exhaustion and the overwhelming feeling of finally being loved. She cried when Leon hugged her and she hid her face in the crook of his neck, when he kissed her forehead, when he stroked her back. She cried not caring who will tease her and push her around, not caring how her next training with Krauser will go.

She cried because she finally found comfort.

She finally found peace in that God forsaken place, knowing someone is looking out for her and there is someone she has to look out for - knowing she is in love and she is loved more then she originally thought she was or deserved to be.

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grnherbs · 11 months

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leon comfort headcanons masterlist

these are all sfw! and in the form of asks etc.

soft older leon & re4r leon

sweet boyfriend leon

tracing words on your back

sending you cat memes

skincare, gamer, professor

when you give your parent your phone to see a meme and they don't get it

puppy boy leon misses you when he's gone

#herbs thoughts #leon kennedy imagine #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy comfort #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon re4 #leon scott kennedy x reader #older leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil imagines

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Work Song

Authors Note: This is a part 2 for a request I did. Here is part one, I highly suggest you read it before you read part 2! Part 1. This one is going to be a long one. Thank you so much @aussiepineapple1st for all of the help for this second part, Enjoy!

Taglist: @umooooo74

Warnings: Surgery, Mentions of death, mentions of suicidal thoughts, sad coming home, angst no comfort

Leon could hear your soft voice fill the room as your fat tears dripped down his arm. He wishes he could just open his eyes, for one moment he just wants to see you, touch you, and tell you that everything is going to be okay, but his body had different plans.

"I-I'm so-so-sorry, Leon," The tears would not stop coming and it broke his heart into a million pieces.

"I'm sorry Leon, I wanted to get away. Just another way to feel what I didn't want myself to know and let myself go. I know, you didn't lose your self-control like I did. Let's start at the rainbow," He could feel your cold hand slide into his. Your hands are always cold, it was a normal occurrence for you to stick your hands under his shirt while he did paperwork. Normally it would be a annoyance to him but now he wish your hands could bring him out of his deep slumber.

He tried everything in his power to at least squeeze your hand as you spoke to the doctors.

"So, have you made a decision? I'm not trying to rush you but the faster we get him into the operating room the better chance he has at surviving,"

There was a almost dramatic pause before you spoke up again while you squeezed his hand. "We're going to try the surgery." Dr. Smith said a few things before she left the room.

Leon tried to wiggle his toes in hopes to work up to squeezing your hand. He had promised himself that he would try one more time. Once the door clicked shut he tried once last time. His muscles spasmed out as he gave you a very weak squeeze. He did it, he actually managed to squeeze your hand. High on his recent victory he tried again, this time the squeeze was just a little bit stronger. He heard your body shuffle to his as you leaned onto his body.

"Leon! Oh my god, you're here.....holy shit you're here," Your head laid against his chest as hot tears feel from your eyes once again.

"Listen to me, and listen good," If he could he would be rolling his eyes as he laughs at your seriousness.

"You are going to come out of this surgery alive. You hear me, alive. I won't take it any other way. Please give me a chance to apologize to you when you're awake....please," Your voice strained the further you got along in your speech.

Leon would make it out alive, no matter what, he will come back to you, no matter what.

A few hours passed and the sun began to peak over the horizon casting an orange hue on Leon's unconscious form. His features seemed to sharpen under the new lighting. Your voice had trailed off slowly as the hours past. You were re-telling anything and everything about your relationship with Leon. From the first time you saw him to the latest argument. Purple bags had started to form under your eyes as your soft snores were muffled by Leon's chest.

Birds started to sing their good mornings to their partners, it reminded Leon when he would roll over in the early hours of the morning and whisper sweet nothings into your hair. He wanted nothing more then to do that right now.

The door clicked open as a few doctors walked into the room. Sitting up you quickly brush the hair out of your face as you put a smile on and greet each of them.

The surgeon explained what the operation was, how it would be done, how long it would take, and even got into the risks; which seemed to outweigh the pros.

You felt your heart sink as you thought about everything that could go wrong, but alas, you still shook your head as you signed Leon's life away.

Within a few short moments, Leon was being rolled out to the operation room. The wheels groaned as they carried his heavy body to the room where his life would be at stake. You could do nothing more but pace the room and pull your hair. Dr. Smith tried numerous times to get you home, but you couldn't. This one 14-hour surgery had just begun. You had to be here to get the updates. Eventually, your pacing turned into a nap on the visitor's chair. By the 3rd hour, there had been no updates on Leon.

Leon couldn't feel anything, but the beeping machines had kept his brain going. His heart was at a steady beat as tools were pasted over his body.

"Do you see that?"

"Yea... is that the...virus?"

"I think so sir,"

The surgeon let out a curt nod before they turned around from Leon's body and started to take his gloves off.

Your head nodded off as your heavy eyelids fell over your bloodshot eyes. Your head landed on the wall behind you with a solid 'thump' before the door opened.

Jolting up at the sudden intrusion you scanned the room to find the surgeon with his head gear still on.

"Ah L/N, sorry to wake you, I was coming to check up on you and to update you on Leon's current state," You shot out of your chair upon hearing his words.

"Is he okay?"

"I'm afraid not..."

"Wha-" Your legs were starting to shake as your brain raked through all of the things that could have gone wrong.

"I'm afraid he's not going to make it,"

"No..." Ringing filled your ears as your heart shattered. Every little piece fell to your feet, one by one.

The male's voice was muffled as he gave his condolences and stepped out. Time seemed to speed up and slow down all at once. Small laughs bubbled out of you as you shook your head in disbelief.

"He's not dead. Leon is stronger than that, I know my boyfriend," Your hands pulled at the roots of your head as paced the white room. Laughing to yourself you uttered nonsense about your recent lover's death.

Walking over to the chair felt like you were floating, upon sitting down the severity of the situation finally hit you head-on. A locked-up sob racked through your body before you choked out a cry.

"God no please let this be a sick cruel joke." You knew better than that, healthcare workers had no right to be so insensitive in a situation like this. But still, you prayed out to whatever god would listen that a miracle would happen.

You rocked yourself back and forth as your bawled in your hands. Your tears dropped down into the Earth's core, naturing those you have passed and now your beloved.

Leon could still hear the annoying beepings and murmured voices but past all of that, the memory of your guy's first date played for him. His eye's darted from side to side under his closed lids as the memory played out.

When Leon had taken you out for dinner he was on a 3-day drunken sin. He could care less about the slight fever he had as his sweaty fist knocked on your door. If it weren't for the text you sent him the night before he would have forgotten about the whole night ahead of him. When you opened the door he thought he was dreaming.

Once the late hours of the night rolled in you guys sat in his drawing shapes from the fogged windows. All Leon could think about was your soft sweet lips against his. Leon doubt he could find a thing as sweet as you. You had given him a toothache just from kissing him.

When he moved on to his special agent duties, so did your relationship. You had spent long nights worrying for his safety. Whenever he came home, you would love and nature, Leon, hoping his broken stems would grow beautiful flowers again. You had never asked him about the wrong he had done, you never fret none about what his hands and body had done. He knew if the lord never forgave him his baby would at least. Every time he would come back all bruised and beat you would put your love down soft and sweet. Leon was free in those long periods of bliss.

Leon's line of work had been a main point of many discussions for friends, family, and even between yourselves. He had voiced the concept that he'll never be able to rest till the world is free of its atrocities and those who have created them. In the same sense, he refuses to go down easily and won't rest till he has said his goodbyes and departed this world on his own terms. So, when he brought up the topic of how he wanted to be buried and celebrated you never really listened.

"Baby, are you listening to me? When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth."

You could see the picture crystal clear, Leon's grave blooming with everything he has done for this world, giving it all back in the form of nature. Small forget-me-not's would bloom in great big bushes between great big lilies alongside tall strong daffodils. His tombstone would say "In Loving Memory of Leon Scott Kennedy. A man who would do anything for others. He lived and died a Special Agent, protecting his Country." Despite his jokes about wanting one of his infamous one-liners instead.

Your brain went into auto-pilot as you signed a dozen of papers and drove yourself home. The house was cold and dark without your partner. The clank of your keys and thumps of your heavy steps brought you out of your trance as you stood in the middle of your foyer. Everything about him was gone, even down to his shoes. A lump in your throat began to form the longer you looked at his supposed place for his shoes.

Walking further into the living room reminisces of the night before flashed between your vision. The lump in your throat slowly moved up. How could you be so cruel to him when you knew that could have been the last time you'll see him. Disgusted with yourself, you rushed to your shared room. Blankets were thrown across the bed as the sheets wrinkled in their unkept spot. The scent of his cologne smacked you in the face as you walked over to his side of the bed. Sitting down your hand soothed out the wrinkles as stare off.

The days seemed to mush together as you spent every waking hour in bed. When the sun was shining you were sleeping, and when the moon's light cascaded in your cold lonely bed you were weeping. Your phone had been dead for the past 3 days and your family was starting to worry. Any attempt to help you was futile, your spark of life was gone. You wanted to join Leon in his adventure to serenity, maybe then you guys will be able to live out a peaceful life with no troubles of life.

Sighing you rolled out of bed as you shuffled to your bathroom. Upon removing your hand from rubbing your face the reflection that looked back at you was horrifying. Dark bags lined each eye, you hair was knotted, and your complexation was pale, you looked like a zombie. You were quick to turn away, as you go to turn the shower on. The cold metal of the handle bit at your hand as you twisted it all the way to the left. Your hands trailed down to take your sleeping shorts off before you heard your front door creak open.

Your hands ghost over the band of your shorts as you turn your head. Waiting a few moments you the house went quiet again. You had to be hearing things, clearly you weren't in the right state of mind right now. Your shorts made it about half way down your legs before you heard footsteps. You rushed to pull them up as you rushed to find a weapon.

When you moved in with Leon he had showed you how you could use anything as a weapon. The main thing he pointed out when you guys made it to the bathroom was: "The toilet lid will be your best option, it's heavy and reliable if you have a good grip."

You were quick to pull the lid off as your gripped it just how he showed you. Walking out of the bathroom you kept your knee slightly bent to lower your body as you walked with one foot in-front of the other. Heavy footsteps neared your room, quickly you stood behind your door as they got louder.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in and opened them on the exhale. You had cursed yourself for not double checking the locks, and keeping your doors wide open. Raising the lid over your shoulder you watched as a tall broad body made their way through the door. You knew you were royally fucked when you saw his muscle strain through his compressed shirt.

He blond hair swayed with each calculated step. Before he could make it any further you let out a piercing scream before you swung for his head. The lid was sure to hit him right on, deeming him unconscious as you ran for help; that was the plan anyway. The male was quick to twist his body as his hand caught the lid.

Before you could scream you paused when you saw his face.

Leon.

It was Leon.

No, it couldn't be.

He was...

dead?

"Leon?" Your arms slowly dropped with the lid still in your hands.

"Are you trying to land me in the hospital again?" Your bottom lip quivered as you rushed to him.

Your arms wrapped around his body, dropping the porcelain lid. You tucked your head in-between his chest as his scent flooded your nose. He's here. He's here and alive, you couldn't believe it.

A sob racked through your body as he wrapped his arms back around.

"I'm here, I'm right here, no need to cry," He rubbed your back as he rocked your bodies back and forth.

You guys stood like that for a long while, he pressed kissed into your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your head.

"No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to you." You lifted your head to press your lips against his.

This one kiss is what you craved, what you needed. His head tilted down to yours slowly but surly getting ready to press his lips against yours.

Your eyes locked with his as his breath fanned over your lips. Before you lips could finally lock together a distant ringing filled the room.

Snapping your head towards to direction of the noise your eyes fluttered open as your phone continued to ring.

It was a dream. A sick cruel dream that your mind played for you. You watched as your phone finished ringing before you curled up on your side and began to cry.

"When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth."

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