Hii, love your work 💞, God bless your hands so they never get tired, and may you have sexy dreams 🙌Not sure if requests are open, so if not just ignore this 💔 .
I had an idea for Vendetta Leon x Male Reader (he is taller then leon ). Leon’s depressed and emotionally exhausted, then he meets Y/N. They click instantly and genuinely enjoy each other’s company. Y/N is openly gay and keeps dropping hints while trying to take Leon out to dinner… meanwhile Leon is standing there completely clueless 😭Later Y/N asks if Leon wants to come back to his hotel, and Leon basically short-circuits trying to explain he’s not gay. Awkwardness™ happens, but they talk it out and decide to stay friends because they actually had a really good time together.But then Leon spends the whole night suffering because he realizes… he doesn’t actually hate the idea 👁️👁️ Y/N is handsome, sweet, and suddenly Leon imagining “trying something new” doesn’t sound bad at all.Basically: Leon Kennedy accidentally discovers he’s bisexual and has a crisis about it 😭
Vendetta! Leon x Male!Reader🕷️
Summary: Leon decides to finally get his life together, putting himself out there once more . He knows the clock is ticking, until he instantly clicks with you. Everything goes smoothly when suddenly you put him in a situation where he’s feeling emotions he thought were reserved only for the opposite sex.
CW:None, angst/fluff, internalized homophobia & feelings realization, self acceptance, post vendetta events.
You have my full gratitude, also my first male reader request, so I was super excited!! I brushed it up to fit your current description. This is a bittersweet concept & something the queer community can all relate to, it’s a struggle to get past the internalized homophobia. The constant cycle of second guessing yourself, it’s hard not to feel outcasted from the vast majority, so if any male readers see this, remember you’re never alone🖤
Leon had started thinking to himself, as he sat in inside a retro diner he hadn’t bothered reading the name of. His order arrived, hot burger and fries, a nameless classic he enjoyed in his youth. When he and his friends from the police academy would spend leisure time at some burger joint outside training hours.
Rebecca and Chris had a point, he couldn’t wallow in his own self pity forever, to bask in his misery, even if he found a sense a comfort at the pain from strong whiskey. His cravings for the substance were slowly but surely beginning to subside, taking it one day at a time which Rebecca constantly reminded him of.
If it wasn’t those two for their persistence, he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he did without their support. Presumably, Leon wasn’t a huge fan of boasting his wealth, wasn’t worth it if he had nothing or anyone to spend in on asides from the only consistent people in his life, which was rare.
However he made sure to donate and tip heavily whenever the opportunity was presented, always including an extra amount to younger, newer faces. Leon understood their jitter, so he cut them slack, even if the individual got his order wrong or forgot something, that wasn’t an issue, simply a practice for relearning patience once more.
The truth was, the reason he found himself again at the restaurant, was for you. A much taller, attractive man, always chatting him up like he was worth the time and trouble, when service was running slow. He’d intentionally come in during the shifts you worked, with a small smile on his face and a bright one on yours.
“There you are, how’s my favorite regular been? Have you ordered on the same old usual you like so much?” You chuckled as you walked towards him, extending your arm in a wave. The way your apron cinched your torso, how the uniform shirt fitted your form was pleasing to the eyes to say the least. One side of Leon’s face lifted upwards into a half smile, not surprised at your sudden presence.
“It could’ve been worse, it’s better now that you asked.” Leon admitted, it wasn’t often that people questioned his daily life, accustomed to the other way around. “The food is still as delicious as ever, might need to cut back eventually.” He cheekily added, with a raise of his brow, although most of them time he left his food half untouched.
You leaned over, the palm of your hand pressed against the table, with a pliant shrug.
“You sure you aren’t just here to visit? If I recall you’re only ever around when I’m put on the schedule. At least that’s what my coworkers tell me. Don’t make me hope you got a thing for me I don’t know about.” You casually said, standing to your full height now. Leon would be lying if he said he was a little envious of your height, so used to being the one who protected those who felt small, now he did.
“If this thing is practically spoiling you with the amount of cash, you could say that.” Leon snorted faintly, an amused tone laced in his voice, as he took a long swig of his root beer. How ironic given the name, but it’s better than the actual booze itself. “If that’s why you’ve been extra friendly towards me.” Leon replied, swirling the ice cubes with his cup.
He knew about your sexuality, and although you had some doubts, Leon wasn’t at all bothered by it. In fact, he’s seen and been through so much shit in his life, that someone’s sexual preference was hardly the tip of the iceberg. The only issue was, his self confidence wasn’t as high as it used to be, but he’d been trying to groom himself better and build back the muscle he lost.
“Maybe, the cash is nice and convenient, don’t get me wrong.” You shrugged placing both hands in the pockets of your apron. “That’s not the actual reason though, I’m much more interested in the customer who hands it out to me like money grows on trees.” You playfully retorted, however you didn’t take any real offense, it just meant you had to be a little more direct. However, in the case he hasn’t felt the same, you’d take the blow, even if it took time to heal.
Leon folded his arms, gazing at his half eaten burger, his once hot and ready dish already cold and unappetizing. He wasn’t sure how much track of time he lost, but it was pretty late so not many people would be coming in.
“Is that how it is then?” Leon laughed quietly. “That’s the food service industry for you, pleasing the hand that feeds gets you far in those settings.” Leon said in a lighthearted manner. He wasn’t wrong and the reality sucked, but most jobs like these were only a temporary struggle, and that settled your unease.
“That’s not quite what I meant, Kennedy.” You grinned, giving him a mischievous look. Leon appreciated your bright and sly nature, it was opposite to his own, and definitely lifted his moods when he was down. “You’ll see in due time.” You noted just as sassy as ever.
It was nice to see you stayed positive, regardless of the rude customers that came in and out. It was at those moments Leon didn’t hesitate to step in at any notice, even if you were more than capable of deescalating the situation.
“I’m looking forward to it then.” Leon chuckled, his obliviousness both a curse and a blessing all at once. You might need to up your game just a little more you thought, something not too overly pushy but casual, like a shared dinner between friends. “Say, I’m pretty much done with this, still as good as usual, mind giving my thanks to Joseph in the back, I can tell he’s on the clock tonight.” Leon gestured with a salute.
He placed his used napkin onto the plate, chugging down the last of his pop. It was a small gesture but went a long way, especially since many customers left a whole mess for you to clean up after. How thoughtful, you hated how the bare minimum made your chest flutter.
You barked out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re so clueless it nearly wounds me.” You said dramatically wiping a nonexistent tear with your index finger. “By the way, are you planning to take your leftovers with you?” You sincerely asked, after all, you didn’t want to throw it away if he still wanted it.
Leon gave you a confused gawk and shook his head in response. “No, not tonight. It won’t be as good if I reheat it again the next day, it’s better fresh.” He explained with a cunning smile. You picked up his plate, and of course underneath stood a crisp hundred dollar bill, which was great but Leon was the dealbreaker in your opinion.
“Sounds good, I’ll be back, I have something I’d like to ask you right after.” You stated, making your way towards the back of the house, usually bustling with traffic of both waiters and waitresses. However due to the lack of customers inside right now, a few were on their cellular devices, not that you really cared. You used to do the same, but since Leon was around, you looked forward to coming in most days.
You scraped the remaining leftovers into the trash, neatly placing the plate into the dish pit. Your coworkers appreciated your efforts even if you didn’t have to go so far for them. You quickly made your way back to the front, back to Leon’s table, finally more than ready to ask the question that’s been building up for months now.
“Are you free this weekend by any chance?” You asked, curiously. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place, have a nice home made dinner if you’d like. I know a few recipes you might enjoy.” You noted in a matter of fact tone. Leon had mentioned before he was of Italian American descent, so you kept a mental reminder to make a traditional meal should you ever invite him over.
A surprised look crossed his tired features, appearing as if he was putting some real consideration. Leon nearly had to face palm himself, how many times had he asked someone out for dinner only to get rejected, not because he wasn’t attractive by no means. Leon knew he was aging so he didn’t pick up as many chicks like the bright eyed rookie he once was.
First with Shen mei, and later on Claire, however she was also occupied with babysitting Sherry, couldn’t hold a grudge against her for it. Not to mention a nice homemade meal, when at times he’d drink himself silly until he blacked out or went days missing meals, often puking up what little sustenance his stomach held.
“Sounds like a plan, I could do a Saturday, if something comes up, I’ll clear my schedule just in case.” Leon said with a certain tone now, nodding his head. “What time should I be there? I have to get myself used punctuality and routine once more regardless.” He admitted, the first step to healing was admitting there was an issue at hand, so he was slowly attempting that.
You made sure not to make him feel like a freak show, with that, he was grateful for. At his positive response you clapped your hands together, in a tight squeeze, a lit up beam in your mood.
“Perfect, you already know my address.” You chirped out excitedly, your cheeks warming up. “As for timing, we could do 7:30, right after the sun sets, how’s that for you?” You chuckled, already anticipating the day, you might even find yourself counting the seconds until Saturday. The weekend couldn’t come any faster.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Leon said smirking faintly, standing upright from his seat, starting to make his way out, the cash already laid out near the napkin holder. “I’m sure I’ll like anything you decide to make, see you then.” Leon replied, walking towards the diner door in long strides, the bell chiming signaling his departure. You knew he was here when you saw his bike parked right outside.
You took the bills, holding it close to your chest feeling all nice inside. You looked up to see Leon starting the bike, revving it loudly once or twice with a twist of his wrist, using the free hand to wave a goodbye before taking off into the night.
You had gotten started an hour or two earlier, and the recipe you decided on was Carbonara, making sure ever ingredient measurement was exact, you couldn’t make a mistake.
Wasn’t the saying that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach? You were already changed into your nicest dress shirt and pants, however you used your work apron to avoid getting any stains.
With a stir of your hand, you swirled the pasta, making sure the sauce was spread out evenly, and ensuring it wouldn’t be too overly cooked as well. The aroma and appearance didn’t mean anything if it didn’t look as good as it tasted, in your opinion. It was nearing the meeting time, as you set the stove to low, the table already set up.
There was a slow jazz tune, a semi dim lighting, however you used normal cups instead of wine glasses and a cold bottle of sparkling water as healthier replacements. You made sure to be mindful of any potential triggers, to make this was a comfortable environment so you could finally confess what you felt towards Leon.
You placed the pot on a cutting board in the center, the dining silverware set in place. You were making sure they were all set evenly until you heard a firm knock or two. You practically had to stop yourself from sprinting to the door.
Leon had his hair out of his face for once, a clear attempt at parting it much neater. He wore a black biker jacket, layered with a navy blue tee underneath beneath, paired with a crisp set of black jeans. You could faintly smell the hint of cologne, how sweet. You wanted to say you were in awe, but anything he did, took your breath away, whether he appeared presentable or not.
“It smells good in there, mind if I come inside? Or have I gotten the incorrect address?” Leon chuckled as he stood on your front porch. He knew the smell of carbonara when it presented himself, his mother would prepare it for his birthdays back when she was still alive. Those memories feel like a past life, given how young he was at the time. “I’m sure I’m not mistaken, been here plenty of times if I recall.” He teased.
You couldn’t help but laugh in return, stepping back, with your hold on the knob you opened the door all the way so Leon could step inside. You hadn’t forgotten to deep clean the day before, wanting to land a good impression each time he came over to spend some quality leisure time with you.
“No you can’t, this is a private residence and any intruders will be dealt with as soon as possible.” You sarcastically replied, closing the door shut behind him. You followed his steps, taking your seat at the opposite side of the table. You looked up to see his reaction, his eyes seemed to warm up with a blend of gratitude and awe at the display laid out in front of him.
“You didn’t have to go this far, I appreciate it a lot, even with these.” Leon mused, pulling his chair back, and taking his seat across from you. He began tapping the top of his glass cup, to say he was touched was an understatement.
“It’s a lovely arrangement that you’ve set up, it’s a relaxing environment, perfect for a shared meal.” You shook your head in return, he didn’t know being close had your stomach doing flips.
“Thank you, it’s not often I invite people over, so you should consider it a privilege.” You taunted, clearly joking with him. You popped open the sparkling water, pouring an event amount into both yours and Leon’s glasses. “All the cooking made me rack up an appetite, I’m more than ready to try what I’ve made. You replied, lifting the lid off the pot.
Leon’s eyes widened at the sight, it was beautifully made, he could tell you went through a lot of effort just to make this a picture perfect experience for him. “It looks delicious, I think I might be much more than excited you are, let alone, it’s rare I even get the chance to eat at home, or cook for myself.” Leon grinned, taking the tongs, placing a decent sized portion onto his plate.
You did the same, but you wanted to see his reaction first before you took a bite. With your fork still in hand, Leon picked up his own utensil, spinning a decent mouthful onto the metal. He parted his lips, chewing slowly, savoring the sharp creamy flavors that brought together the cheese and yolk-like flavor, paired with the hint of black pepper.
His face crinkled in approval, a soft hum escaping him as he licked up the remaining sauce from his lips, using a napkin to dab it up. It was a mix of exquisite flavors that truly brought him at home.
“It’s wonderful, that’s not enough to describe it.” He said, with a laugh, taking a drink of the sparkling water, a refreshing, cold beverage, a delicate taste compared to the mix of flavors. “I’m sure my mother would have loved it as well, I took on that trait since this was her favorite dish to prepare as well.” Leon stated, with a softness in his eyes as he gazed at you.
The sight had you coughing into your hand, palms immediately beginning to sweat, and your heart beat picking up. You were usually much more direct and confident but right now you felt like you were left in the spotlight.
“Of course— I was hoping it would be something you liked, I didn’t realize it held so much sentimental value.” You tried it yourself, satisfied at the way it had came out for your first attempt at a dish that was different to your own culture.
You were on the right track more than you thought you’d be it seems. However you didn’t want to get your hopes too high, embracing for either the negative or positive outcome.
Rejection was simply redirection to something greater, it never meant your value or worth as a person has less significance compared to everyone else.
Whether it was an application or individual that turned you down, everyone experienced it within their lifetime. It was how you reacted to tough situations out of your control that mattered the most. It’s an affirmation you had to repeat to yourself when things got too heavy at night.
“I often don’t share much about my Italian heritage, let alone ancestry, it’s more of a coincidence, the childhood comfort dish.” Leon replied. “Enough about me, I’d rather know more about your own, or more importantly about you, the things you haven’t shared yet.” He added, bringing another bite towards his lips, his plate already have finished. He was a bit of a foodie if he said so himself.
For the rest of the night, you spent it catching up on lost time, or at least the missed opportunities in which Leon wouldn’t be able to come in for any reason. Two hours had maybe gone by, and you two were full, but your heart felt even fuller if that was even possible. You decided now was the perfect time to lay out your feelings, clearing your throat.
“Leon, there’s something that’s been weighing on me for quite some time.” You said quietly in a serious tone.
“If you don’t reciprocate the same that’s— fine. I’ll move on if you give me the time to do so, I value what we already have, but my feelings for you have gone beyond just being friends. I really like you, quite a lot. I wondering if you were open to possibly wanting to take this to another level?” You said, staring down before meeting his eyes.
Leon’s lips were pursed, his face a deep shade of red, if you were in a playful mood, you’d compare him to a tomato, now wasn’t the time though.
“Ah— listen.” Leon coughed, regaining his breath. “I’m surprised you feel that way and I’m flattered, truly but I’m not gay, or I’ve never truly thought about dating the same sex, if I had the time to.” Leon admitted, feeling a little guilty for letting you down this way after you did this for him.
His intentions was never to hurt your feelings on purpose. You didn’t take it to heart, even if it hurt it was a much better reaction than running out of your place in disgust— and cutting ties with you entirely right after, blocked on pretty much everything.
You stood up, picking up both your plates, with a sigh, as much as your chest ached, you saw this outcome but you didn’t hold it against him for not expressing the same adoration you held for him.
“Hey Hey, none of that, don’t apologize for it. Sexuality isn’t a choice, whether you’re heterosexual or not.” You chuckled, placing everything in the dish pit. “People are attracted to who they fancy, no pressure, but I’ll give you time to process it.” You said, in long strides across the living space to the front door, prying it gentle open.
Leon faced you, now onto your front step, a half guilty expression on his face. He’d be lying if he felt something that went far past flattery, maybe he had been alone for so long, or hadn’t had any luck with receiving attention from a woman, he seemed it out from a man. That makes him the prick he knew he was.
“I know you mean well. I’m really sorry. I’d prefer if we stayed in contact, if we could remain good friends, just as things were before.” Leon suggested, scratching the back of his neck, rather awkwardly. The tension in the air was a little too tight, not in a negative light, just unsure how to handle it. “If that’s okay with you, if you never want to see me again—“
You cut him off shaking your head. “That won’t be necessary, Kennedy, I’ll take you up on that offer if it means we’re on equal terms. Thank you for understanding.” You said, with the hurt, you could let those emotions out later, lashing out wouldn’t change anything after all. “Have a good night and thank you for coming over.” You said waving goodbye, the door locking shut in front of him.
Leon ran a hand across his temple. That stupid nickname of calling him by his last name made him soft. He knew you needed some time just like he did. Maybe a bike ride and the wind would help cool the heat in his cheeks, and keep his mind occupied for a bit, and definitely not the conflicting thoughts circling about.
Later that night, Leon was wide awake, his bed and hair completely disheveled. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, or what you had said, he swore he’d need a padded room for the near mid life crisis he was having. There was no way he liked men, he’d never even seen the same gender that way, but since meeting you he’d been thinking about it.
Or perhaps he was either too drowned out in alcohol and work to give a shit about something he considered so trivial in the past. However, he might have shoved them aside, and realized it sooner than he let himself.
When he took on that mission in Spain long ago, Luis’s flirty and charming personality, even when knowing where he stood before, made him jittery like a schoolgirl with her first crush. When he displayed the scar on his chest his dick twitched slightly.
That was almost 10 years ago— he figured it was simply adrenaline from everything that was going on all at once. It confused the hell out of him, since Ada happened to be there, the same passion that bubbled for the Spaniard applied towards the mysterious woman.
Leon stared at the ceiling of his lone apartment room, hands rested over his torso. He simply never acted on those feelings, and with time he’d forgotten about them, deciding to sort them out later, which never came. In his line of work, romance was never an option, he grew tired of being a high functioning alcoholic, so he was on temporary leave for the time being.
Leon’s eyes dropped every five seconds but every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, your sweet words, your form, the sweetness that had nothing to do with the root beer and everything to do with the person who served it to him.
He wasn’t familiar with all the new terms that the community fell under, you didn’t laugh when he questioned what each letter meant. In fact you patiently explained each one, it was that he might’ve realized something he’d been casting aside for far too long.
He’d seen plenty of same gender couples out and about, and had pictured them as you two, how your gentle hands would feel like intertwined with his rough ones. Would they be larger than his? Warm? Maybe colder? How would they feel against his skin, caressing the wounds of his past? Wait, is he a pervert for thinking all of this? The height difference between you a little ironic given your occupations.
Leon couldn’t take this anymore calling up the one person he knew he could confide in right now. Chris? He’s straight as hell, a total chad. Claire and Sherry? She had way more dating experience but both were likely as occupied as ever.
He grabbed his device from the dresser, his eyes squinting at the bright screen as he unlocked his phone, scrolling through his contact list with one individual in mind, Rebecca. She’d know exactly what to say at a time like this.
He was about to press the call button, but the time read 3am. Leon hesitated, he shouldn’t bother her— what if she was busy or asleep— or wouldn’t pick up? Fuck it, this couldn’t wait any longer. His thumb tapped it immediately, putting the phone to his ear, his heart thudding more than it should.
To his surprise, she picked up shortly after, only her voice sounded groggy as hell, with a bit of shuffling in the background, it was clear she had just been woken up from her sleep. Leon would make it up to her tomorrow with her favorite drink, that hyper-sweet caramel macchiato she adored so much.
“Hello? Leon? What are you doing awake at this hour? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now like the rest of the world?” She chuckled, her voice a sitting balm to the internal battle he was facing. Leon had fought grisly bio weapons but this was something that he couldn’t see, and not something he could take down with a simple bullet to the skull.
“Listen, ever felt something for someone you never expected— like ah, say the same gender?” Leon asked, gnawing into his bottom lip, awaiting her response. It was quiet for a few moments before she chuckled.
“Is this about the waiter me and Chris keep teasing you about?” She laughed. She’s laughing! The audacity to laugh in his face when he’s being vulnerable was absolutely humiliating, but her laugh was contagious, as he chuckled too.
“You read me like a book, that’s exactly what this is about. Listen, I think I have some sort of feelings for em’. I’m just not sure if I fall under a category just yet, Christ, I don’t remember what it’s called. Leon winced slightly. “It’s when you feel something towards both men and women—“
Rebecca listened closely, over the phone she was nodding. It was such a relief that Leon felt something positive, even if it was scary, it was so much better compared to him drunk calling and texting her in the hours of the early morning.
“I think that’s under the bisexual term? If I remember things correctly. Claire might know more than I do, you know her and those old college hookups, gender didn’t matter to her.” She chuckled. “Leon, I think you should try it out, if you don’t like it, that’s always an option.” Rebecca said, her voice a comfort in the darkness of his room.
“If you explain it to him— he’d understand. You have to tell him how you feel too, no beating around bushes or finding the nearest bottle, got it?” Rebecca said sternly— the same way she scolded him and Chris during their petty little argument.
Leon nodded, listening closely. Bisexual. It sounds like a fitting label, he’d try it out, and explain his thoughts about your confession.
“Thank you, I’ll try and take it slow, just don’t tell anyone else about this until I know for sure.” Leon admitted swallowing a hard lump in his throat.
Rebecca sighed, sitting upright onto her own bed now. “No one’s going to know Leon, this is your self discovery, so you decide when you’re ready to step forward.” She said tenderly. It was now that he was more than grateful for the woman, she was the grounding rock he needed at the moment.
“Thank you, for listening— it means the world to me that you stuck around in the first place, you and Chris, even if you two drive me nuts.” He laughed now, the weight of the situation just a little bit lighter than it was before now that someone else knew.
“Don’t thank me, that’s what friends are for, at least, what I’m here for.” Rebecca said, with a yawn. “Just make sure you owe me the coffee you promised, every day for a month.”
“You know the one, I’m talking about. It has to have extra whipped cream and chocolate chips, no negotiations, I won’t drink it otherwise.” She added with a much more serious tone. He knew better than to try and test her limits again after last time.
Leon barked out a laugh, running a hand over his face, the tension leaving his body slowly. “Alright, I’ll come swing by with your favorite, I’ll keep my part of our deal, thanks for everything Beck.”
“Sweet dreams Leon, don’t stay up too much thinking about it. I’m sure you’re exhausted, get some rest.” Rebecca reassured him, her voice getting sleepy over the phone. “If you forget our deal I will be pounding at your front door like before.” She huffed, playfully.
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold up my end of our bargain. I did disturb the princess from her beauty sleep, so, see you tomorrow.” He scoffed lightheartedly. He hung up the phone shortly after, turning onto his side, with his newfound revelation, the puzzle pieces slipped into place a little more than they did before.
