honestly, screw him for this. you bring him to your family so he can be introduced to them, and this is how he repays you? by forcing you to hush up your sounds of pleasure in your childhood bedroom?
he’s quite pleased with himself. you can feel his growled laughter against your puffy folds, his pupils wide and blown as he occasionally looks up at you. he flattens his tongue, running it from your spasming hole to your clit before he parts from you. chin dribbling and his plush lips curled into a smile. he’s made you come once, and he doesn’t plan on stopping now.
he loves a good personal record.
you can barely breathe, and he’s tormenting you. taking a delight in it. he sat there during dinner as the perfect spectacle of a man, helping your mother, impressing your father. and now he’s got your sweetness on his tongue like ambrosia. you knew that joke he made at the table about innocent “cream pies” for dessert was too good to be true.
he nudges his nose against your thigh, kissing the junction between your mound and leg crease.
“still with me…? silly girl, letting me eat you out in your cute little room you grew up in...”
you’d throw a curse at him if you had the energy, but his words make something churn delightfully in your stomach. a wanton sound bubbles up in your throat and escapes, making you slap your hand over your lips. his hands are snaked up your shirt, kneading at your breasts in his palms. warm and soft. just like the rest of you.
you did homework on this bed. gossiped to friends about who was doing what, the people you had crushes on. and here he is, the man of your dreams giving you a nice night cap involving his drooling tongue to end the perfect day.
he dives back in with good vigor and an obnoxious slurping sound. why does he get to be loud? with his lips closing around your sensitive bundle of nerves, chan’s own eyes close as your thighs squeeze around his head. it makes his head dizzy and his cock twitch against the mattress. he laps soft, gentle kitten licks, mimicking your whining and mewling back to you before laughing with a rolled out tongue.
“shh… don’t wanna wake up your family…”
chan blows cold air against your folds as you twitch, stifling your hiccuped little moans behind your hand. he grins and nudges your clit with his nose. you smell too good, he wants to burrow his face in you forever.
“slutty pussy… dripping all over your sheets…” and because chan can never degrade you without feeling like a monster if there’s no praise—
“so pretty down here… pretty everywhere… you taste so good, i could eat it for hours. will you let me, baby? let channie love on this pretty cunt all night?”
his hands slide up and down the sides of your torso, and you’re not even sure what he’s saying. your head is spinning, on cloud 9. but you nod, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your childhood bedroom ceiling.
if you look down at him you swear you’ll come again. the sounds are already too much, his grunts and groans with the wet clicking and squelching every time his tongue laves down on your pussy. he’s painfully throbbing in his boxers. you have that affect on him.
“there she is… letting me do whatever i want… you worked so hard to make tonight go smooth… looked so sexy in your pretty outfit… let me treat my girl…”
chan purses his slick covered, thick lips and kisses your clit. a soft suck to it, drawing back. he can feel sinewy strings of your juices and his saliva connecting his lips to you. he repeats the feverish kisses, his hips rocking against the mattress every time your hips buck and you let out a little soft cry. “yeah? mm? like it when channie kisses your soft pussy? oh, look at you, darling… you must feel so good… precious little thing.”
you babble a slew of moans as he gathers saliva in his own mouth and rolls his tongue out, letting it fall onto your slit with his expression of pinched brows and a begging eyes. oh, he knows what he’s doing.
he flattens his tongue, licking a long, pressured stripe up from your perineum to your suck a kiss onto your throbbing clit with a dramatically drawn out moan of his own. chan repeats it a few more times, making sure the round tip of his nose catches under the hood of your cute little button.
your hole is clenching around nothing, hips writhing a bit. he’s got you, don’t worry. he laps at your folds, shaking his head around and moans at the taste of you once more before drawing back. chan rests his head against your thigh and brings a hand up to play with your pussy while he talks to you, finding it amusing how you gasp for air and try to keep quiet.
“so soft… so wet and warm f’me… you love my tongue, don’t you, baby? mmm… fuck yeah… my tongue loves you too, sweetheart.”
chan rubs three fingers in gentle, petting circles around your folds, making sure his middle finger catches on your clit with sticky sounds at every rounding gesture. he could play with you like a fidget toy all day and never get bored. call you in during studio sessions, he’d feel relaxed just from making you feel good. his mouth waters at how aroused he’s made you. chan’s breathless from both devouring you like a starved man and humping the corner of the bed to relieve himself.
but you haven’t come again yet. he’s been edging you on that peak for a while like a heartless man. in chan’s defense, he thinks he can get you to gush more for him. if it isn’t messy, he didn’t do his job. he loves making you feel good, and he’s obsessed with making you come as hard as possible. it’s his best devotion to you.
“you look exhausted… ‘s okay, you’re okay… so fuckin’ gorgeous like this, fuck me… ‘m gonna… ‘m gonna rock you to sleep… fall asleep full of me…”
all you do is nod, a squeak of a whine. your fucked out expression is all he needs to sit up on his haunches and stare down at you. you’re leaking like a broken faucet all over the sheets, staining them a darker patch under your ass. it’ll be easier to slide into you like that. all pliant and soaked and craving him inside of you—
“actually, baby… you wanna try something new? be my good girl…? you’re gonna sit that pretty pussy on my face.”
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author’s note: thank you for 500 followers, i can’t believe it! i wanted to write something as a treat in between drafting requests ^-^*
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
Thinking about being soft with either re4 or re9 Leon. He’s finally home and he’s beyond exhausted laying in your stomach and you playing with his hair and running your hands over his scars as he’s falling asleep. He didn’t deserve what happened to him over the years :(
a/n; I love soft Leon. He's such a sweetheart, I just wanna hold him and love him and let him retire early 😞 I kinda took the basic idea of this and spread it out over this piece, so I hope it's still good!!
sum; re4!leon is exhausted after a mission, so much so that he can't be bothered to hide how badly he'd been crying on the way back just from pure exhaustion and missing you so badly
content; fluff, comfort, leon being honest and vulnerable (he cries☹️)
wc; 1.9k
Leon didn't cry often. Not because he didn't let himself, but because he had made it so far in life without feeling the consistent need to do so. Sure, he'd cry every now and then, but even when something major happened to him, it just... didn't happen. He let himself be sad, he let himself be angry or tired or anxious, but the tears often didn't follow like they did when he was a little boy.
Meeting you helped that. Something about you helped him a lot, helped him find safety in a person for what he felt was the first time. Over the first year of being with you, his body naturally let the tears flow when it got bad. The first time, he apologized through sobs, trying to hide from you as he fought to stop the flow of hot tears. You never told him to calm down, to stop, to get a hold of himself. You just held him once he stopped running from you. You let him fal against your chest, curled against you as he cried into your shoulder and gripped onto you like you were going to leave if he didn't hold you like you were his lifeline.
Leon still didn't cry often. You cried a lot, much more emotional than him, often crying over movies or books or how small and cute an animal looked. Leon found it adorable and so human that you felt so deeply. You rubbed off on him over the years, and now, with everything piled up from Spain, Leon came home around 6 p.m. with tears staining his cheeks, eyes puffy and red, breath uneven and shaky as he dropped his keys and bag, barely making it to the couch before he collapsed.
You heard the door open and close, so you rushed out to greet him, only to have your heart squeeze when you found him, body shaking from exhaustion and crying. You stepped carefully to the couch, kneeling down next to it before you reached to gently press a hand to his back. He looked at you, a small hiccup leaving him.
"Hey," you whispered quietly, offering a gentle smile as your other hand brushed hair out of his face. "Gotta cut your hair soon, 's gettin' long again." You observed quietly.
Leon sniffled, blinking some tears away so his vision would clear up momentarily to look at you and take in your features. He reached out, shaky palm touching your cheek. You pressed your cheek into his touch, kissing the spot where his palm and wrist met. It stayed quiet as his tears slowed, comforted and relieved by the reassurance that you were still here, still loving him, still his.
"I almost died." His voice shook. Your heart squeezed, but you let it sit in the back of your mind as you stood and gestured for him to sit up. He was dirty, very much in need of a shower, but his emotional comfort came first. He sat up, and you took your spot next to him. He didn't hesitate to crawl to your lap, head burying into your chest. He was like a large dog that never understood how big he was, never getting rid of his lapdog habits. You liked it. Especially in moments such as these.
"I'm glad you made it home." You whispered softly, hand brushing through his hair.
"I almost didn't." He seemed to dwell on how close he'd come to death, how close he'd come to that goddamn parasite being the reason he almost never saw you ever again.
"Lee," you lifted his head, making him look at you so you could cup his cheeks. "You made it, baby. You're home. You're safe."
"I was so scared." Another sob bubbled from his throat, and you let him hide himself, holding onto you tighter than he ever had in the past. "I was so fucking scared. I wasn't sure I'd make it back to you, and it was so late when I left, you were barely awake a-and the last thing I would've done with you was leave you behind in the middle of the night while you were barely awake to hear me say goodbye." He practically heaved, clutching you tighter as his fingertips dug into your clothes.
You let him rant, sob, and squeeze you for as long as he needed. It took another twenty minutes for him to calm down, to realize that all of the 'almost' and 'what if' scenarios weren't reality. Once he eased out of his panic, he melted against you, beyond exhausted and drained.
"Just close your eyes." You muttered softly, laying back on the couch. He shifted, laying his head on your belly. "I'll be here. Just rest. Take your time and breathe." You brushed through his hair, fingers gently massaging his scalp.
"Will you shower with me when I wake up?" He asked, looking up at you with glossy eyes.
"I'll do that and whatever you need." You nodded. Leon snuggled closer, holding tight around you like it was the only thing regulating his nervous system right now. It was, and you both knew that. Leon laid there, dozing off over a twenty minute stretch of time, your fingers soothing through his hair and massaging his shoulders and shoulder blades, his body finally going limp as he let himself slip into a much needed sleep, finally realizing he was safe, you were safe, and you were still here for him to come home to, for him to love and take care of for the rest of your days together. That's all he wanted.
He didn't wake up until the clock ticked just past 10 p.m., long past dinnertime. He should've stayed asleep, and you hoped he would've, but he heard a car revving their engine a little too loud outside the apartment building, causing it to give that backfire sound that sounded far too similar to a gunshot. Leon grasped onto you, heart dropping as he shot upright, only to be dizzy with how quickly he'd rushed to try and stand. You eased him back to lay over you, letting him groan.
"It was just a car. They've been doing it all week." You reassured him.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Don't be." You slid a hand over his forehead to hold his hair back, making his brows furrow.
"That's my forehead." He looked up at you.
"I know." You hummed, scanning his temples and face for any bruises. You noticed a cut on his cheek, clearly not taken care of. You found another bruise at his cheekbone opposite of the cut. "Let's get you in the shower so I can make sure you're not hiding any cuts or anything from me."
"I'm not." He huffed, but he followed your lead as you stood up with him, tailing behind as you went straight to the bathroom and reached for the first aid kit beneath the bathroom sink, readied for once he was cleaned off.
"Do you want a bath or a shower?" You asked.
"Shower then bath?" He asked, quiet, almost shy.
You nodded. "We'll wash the yuck away, then we can just soak and talk."
You let the shower warm up, helping Leon out of his clothes to avoid having him hurt his muscles further. It ached to move, to stand. You gave him a scan, only finding a few scratches and bruises along his body. You helped him into the shower, letting him soak in the hot water. He tilted his head back, wetting his hair. You scrubbed it with shampoo, and he rinsed it. You ran conditioner through the ends of his hair, letting it sit as you washed yourself. Usually, Leon would wash you in return, but you refused to let him pamper you when he needed your pampering more. Once you were both clean and rinsed fully, you let the tub fill with water. Leon had to hold onto you to ease down, muscles of his legs burning with the slow descent.
"The water will help you feel better." You reminded him, reaching out to gently massage the tense muscles of his achey thighs.
"I know." He whined, leaning back. He let you massage him, allowing you to help him stretch his arms and torso to relieve some of the ache.
After about 15 minutes, you let some water drain, refilling the tub with hot water. You knew baths weren't the best for water bills, but he needed it. Once you finished your gentle massage, he turned around and leaned back into you, head laying against your shoulder. You played with his hair as it dried. Having such short hair made his hair quick to dry, combined with the lack of thickness. He had a lot of hair, but it wasn't thick or thin, just normal. Before he dozed off again, you coaxed him into getting out of the tub. He reluctantly agreed, letting you guide him to stand as you dried him off gently. Once he was dry, you cleaned the scratches and scrapes, placing a bandaid or bandage over some. You applied some ointment to the bad bruises, being extra gentle to not apply pressure to the ones that made him stifle a hiss.
Leon knew you'd always take care of him, but he was still not fully used to the routine of your love. Despite being together for a few years now, he was always a little awkward with you taking care of him. Now, he wanted to thank you, but you hated it. You didn't want him to feel like he needed to show gratitude for the bare minimum of being loved. So once you finished caring for his bruises and scrapes and scratches, he pulled you close. Both of you were still unclothed, but it didn't mean anything. The skin-to-skin helped, if anything. Leon held you close to him, and you returned his embrace.
"I love you. So much." You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, just below where you'd placed a small bandage over the cut on his cheekbone.
"I love you so much more." His voice shook, but he wasn't crying this time. Just the sheer love and gratitude making him a little emotional.
"You wanna lay back down? Or are you hungry?" You asked softly.
"Can we go back to sleep?" He asked, still holding on.
"Yeah. Let's get to the bedroom." You nodded, letting him lead to the bedroom. Neither of you bothered with clothes, unconcerned with temperature with how warm Leon stayed 24/7. It was nothing new, especially after missions. Leon just needed to feel you to realize that it was all real and not a dream. He'd even have you pinch him sometimes.
You two laid together, blankets loosely draped over your bodies. "I'll make us some breakfast in the morning."
"Can we just order something? I don't wanna get up til we have to.." He asked quietly.
"'Course we can. We'll order breakfast and I'll cook for lunch and dinner. Sound okay?"
"Okay." He curled his head to lay lower against your chest, tugging your waist closer to him to feel as close as humanly possible.
"You're home. You're safe. And I'm still here, forever and always." You gently soothed over his back, tracing scars along his back, arms, and chest with your nails, coaxing his body to relax just with your touch.
He'd definitely need to request a real vacation soon.
very brief mention of injury; mostly general; hints of fluff; fem!reader x leon s. kennedy
⊱ Leon isn’t loud himself, and tends to lapse into silence often—but you? You outmatch him in that department, without a doubt.
⊱ You prefer listening into conversations, rather than contributing (though, if you do have something to say, you will say it). So, you usually let Leon do the talking. He’s not much of a small-talk guy, either, but he’s a professional and used to the mediocre conversations he has to entertain with other agents or government officials.
⊱ He thinks it’s pretty cute the way you hover beside him, or just behind his shoulder. It makes him feel protective in a way, like a barrier between you and what tends to make you uncomfortable.
⊱ He checks up on you far more often than he does with anyone else (which is saying a lot). It’s because you don’t speak much while working, usually because you’re too focused and talking takes too much energy (or there’s nothing other than curse words and oh no oh no oh no oh no going through your head).
“(Name)? You okay?”
“M’good, Leon.”
“Just checkin’.”
⊱ You unintentionally scare him sometimes. He’ll be focused, and you’ll suddenly appear beside him or behind him, and he’ll flinch when you make your presence known.
“Geez, give me a warning next time.”
“Sorry, bad habit.”
⊱ It becomes a bit of a joke, though you genuinely don’t mean to startle him & even start to make some noise when you approach him (shuffling your feet, sighing heavily).
⊱ He gets you back for it sometimes, don’t worry. You’ve had plenty of jumpscares & you don’t blame Leon for his frustration with you one bit.
⊱ You often act as a scout for Leon, and go up ahead of him to look for hostiles. Your ingrained, mouse-like silence makes you the best candidate, as you’re able to keep your footsteps light and barely audible, and your breathing steady. The only noise you might make is the static crackling through your earpiece when you relay information to Leon.
⊱ Despite the way you startle him, Leon finds your quiet disposition far more comforting than the energetic, intense personalities he’s often surrounded by. You’re grounded, you speak softly, and you know when it’s imperative that you stay quiet.
⊱ Far too often he’s been in situations where agents or civilians let their guard down and speak too soon, endangering him and themselves. That doesn’t happen with you, even if civilians are involved. You have a strange, innate ability to keep the people around you settled, calm even.
⊱ This man becomes terrified when you make any continuous noise out of pain. If it’s minor, you usually grit your teeth and bear it, mostly quiet—so when you’re groaning, staggering and clutching a wound he can’t see between your fingers, his heart nearly stops.
⊱ Unless you’re working solo and have to, Leon typically speaks on your behalf for Hunnigan. He’ll say things like, “(Name) and I are at the rendezvous” or, “(Name’s) gone ahead, I’ll let you know if she finds anything.”
⊱ Now, despite all of this, you’re not mute. You have a lot to say when you want to say it, so when you start a conversation, or carry one further than what Leon thought you would, he’s all ears. He listens to you attentively, even if the conversation is over something mundane, like what sort of music you like.
⊱ Drawing from above, you give away little tid-bits of yourself in these rare, longer conversations. Leon, being the DSO agent that he is, remembers all of it. If you mention a childhood memory or your favourite colour(s), six months down the line and he’ll still remember it—might even relay it back to you.
“Be careful, you might fall on your neck and not your butt this time.”
“Hey, that was years ago. I was twelve.”
⊱ You occasionally run into the issue of other agents taking advantage of your lack of communication, taking it as passiveness. Leon, who’s come to know you far better than anyone else you’ve ever worked with, sets the record straight if you’re too busy to do it yourself.
“(Name’s) not being used as a seduction tool. Hell, you might be better qualified for the job.”
⊱ You’re adored by the rest of the core characters, by the way. Chris, Jill, Claire, etc. They love you and your mellow nature, and more than likely tease Leon about how you must ‘keep him sane’ during missions.
⊱ Leon would eventually, at a vulnerable point, admit that you do keep him sane.
⊱ Oh, and outside of work? Leon would absolutely be the one to order your meals from McDonalds. You’ll hover behind him while he eyes the overhead menu, then lean towards you when you murmur your choice.
“You want that, huh?”
“Mhm-hm.”
⊱ You’ll pat his shoulder or squeeze his arm briefly in thanks, and Leon’s learned that’s your way of communicating without words. His favourite wordless communication you’ve ever given him was an innocent but cheeky wink across the room, when he got pulled aside by an official while you were able to meander to the snack table.
⊱ Your favourite wordless communication from Leon was when he kissed your temple. It’d been a harrowing mission, and you’d been injured in the process. While waiting for the helo to land and pick the two of you up, you waited with your arm slung over Leon’s neck. He kept you upright, and just before the helo landed, you felt his lips graze your temple while he murmured.
summary: you've come down with a fever, and Leon decided you were more important than work.
wc: 817
tags: fluff, sickness comfort, feeding you and making sure you're comfortable <3, leon and his stupid flirting
a/n: first time posting here—i haven't written fanfiction in years! starting off with some basic fluff because i'm a sucker for sickness comfort....
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This might just be the worst feeling ever.
You'd been looking forward to enjoying your tea when the first sip ruined it for you. You knew you'd get sick the moment you swallowed and felt that slight, irremediable feeling of dryness in the back of your throat—promising at least a week of uncomfortable coughing and sniffling.
That was a couple days ago.
Now you're curled up in bed, every joint in your body aching, and sweat seeping through the back of your shirt and into the mattress as your body switched between hot flashes and goosebumps every thirty minutes. The promised coughing and sniffling are still there, as if you weren't already suffering enough.
But maybe things could be worse—because the cool cloth resting on your forehead was changed each time you asked, you didn't have to get up and fetch ibuprofen yourself, and you were even spoon fed. All thanks to the beautiful, grumpy-but-actually-really-sweet guy you call your boyfriend.
You'd texted Leon early in the morning, woken up by an uncomfortable burning sensation in your whole body and a horrible headache, thinking you'd just let him know you're sick the way anybody tells anything to their partner. At the sight of the read receipt, you figured he was already at work and just busy—that lasted up until he unlocked your front door with his spare key fifteen minutes later.
"What are you doing here—" You'd asked, already confused and half-delirious from the fever.
"I said i had a family emergency. It's fine." He'd replied casually, as if he wasn't an important agent directly working under the President himself and supposed to be on duty 24/7.
He hadn't given you a choice, just ditched work and headed straight to your place the moment he got your message. Leon was the kind of person to choose the field over anything, until he met you.
The guy is married to his job—but that's only because he hasn't married you yet.
Not that he'd admit that.
He doesn't need to anyway, the way he's already striding back into your room with a tray full of snacks, some tea and a couple more pills is more telling than a hundred 'i love you's.
"How're you feeling?" Leon asked, eyes fixed on the tray as he carefully set it down on the night stand, hair falling over his eye as he bent down.
"Hot."
"That you definitely are." He replied, and you could see the corner of his lips twitch like he's suppressing a smirk. Always so proud of himself and his stupid flirting.
"Corny." You huffed, staying still as he removed the now lukewarm cloth from your forehead.
"You love it. Scooch over."
His hand pulled the covers back just enough for him to slide in next to you while you wriggled your way onto the other side of the bed.
"I'm gonna get you sick too..." You complained half-heartedly.
His arm is already slipping between your back and the mattress to pull you closer against his side, fingers curling around your waist.
"Don't care."
He reached towards the tray again with his free hand, picking up the cup of tea first and handing it to you, then the snacks. He opened one, and waited for the porcelain to leave your lips before holding up the sugary treat to it, waiting for you to take a bite.
Leon fed you and spoke quietly in an attempt to get your mind off of the pain and discomfort, his hand leaving your waist to come settle on the side of your head instead, thumb rubbing soothingly against your hair.
But the delirium soon had you rambling instead, slurring out anything that came to mind no matter how incoherent and stupid it was.
"But, like—would you attack me if you were infected? You love me, right?" You asked, voice muffled by your chewing.
"Baby," He huffed out a laugh through his nose, knuckles brushing against your temple. "If i was infected, i'd eat your heart first."
Your chewing stopped, your brows furrowing and your lips parting as your hazy mind processed his words. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find your confused state adorable.
"...Is that supposed to be romantic?" Your head tilted back against the headboard, glancing up at him like he's crazy—as if you're not the one asking ridiculous questions.
"It is, where i'm from." He shrugged, smirking down at you.
Your head lolled to the side, bumping against his shoulder. "You're weird." You mumbled, nose nuzzling against his bicep.
"You're dating me." He retorted teasingly, his palm warm against your scalp as he secured your head against him.
He could tell you were starting to get sleepy even as you kept mumbling incoherently, eyes blinking slow and breaths deepening.
Summary: You work in the basement department of the DSO. There you specialize in creating fake identities for agents, scrubbing the internet for leaked videos and evidence of BOWs, and covering the DSO's digital footprint.
Over the years you have been assigned on and off Leon's cases and before you know it, you developed a one-sided crush on a guy that doesn't even know you exist. And how could he? No one ever visits the basement department, especially if you are someone as important as THE Leon Kennedy, who works on one of the highest floors. You don't let it get you down and figure it's a silly work crush. That is until you see him in the basement asking for you.
Part 1 Here | Part 2 Here
Song used: Radio by Bershy (Can you tell I'm binging Dispatch's soundtrack lol? Also this song just fits for the two of them).
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There would be breaks in between your encounters with Leon Kennedy. They would occur at the most random of times, making you flustered each and every time. It was almost as if he took pleasure in disrupting the routine you found yourself constantly trying to settle back into.
And honestly, you were enjoying it too.
Instead of that face behind screens and printed out, he became a real person to you. No longer the action hero you kept seeing through hidden footage. No longer the DSO's golden boy who could save the world with his pinky.
While he certainly still was all of those things, his image had shifted. He became familiar and a constant to you. Interrupting your work for who knows what and talking about whatever came to mind.
That silly crush you could ignore started to fester and travel deep within your chest. It took roots. It wasn't supposed to do that. He was meant to be a fun crush to entertain your boring days. Now he was someone to you.
Someone important. Even if that wasn't what you were to him.
You actually didn't know what you were to him.
Maybe you became that fun distraction to him. Someone to seek out when the mundane work became too much.
Or maybe he thought of you as an ego boost. Something to laugh over when you made a complete fool of yourself in his presence.
Those thoughts kept circling back more than you would like. You liked to think of yourself as a confidant person. You had your skills and you knew your worth. But this entire situation, this relationship... you were out of your depth.
Pushing away those thoughts should have been easy, but working at the DSO where it was your job to stare at his face... no it wasn't easy.
Janet was still on maternity leave for the next several months. Meaning it was still your responsibility to comb through hours worth of video. Video of the one and only Leon Kennedy.
You weren't sure where he had been stationed this time. The cameras did little to show the scenery, but you hoped somewhere warm. That way he wouldn't have to suffer from the undead and the cold.
You mentally scolded yourself for thinking that. You shouldn't take emotional responsibility over him.
Just as you skipped to the next camera you stopped to see how it would play out.
Leon approached the screen from the bottom left. His gun raised and his steps light. You watched him survey the premises, much like he did every morning in the lobby. His shoulders relaxed a hair before he tapped his earpiece to report his status.
As he was doing so he continued to look around, ony then spotting the camera you were now looking though. His tense brow raised in the grainy picture.
And then he winked.
"What..." A smile broke free before you could stop it.
You continued to watch him gesture to the background and then give a thumbs down.
You chuckled quietly as if the walls were watching and judging your flustered state.
Leon had mentioned the places he was deployed were never as good as he would hope. He didn't get to sight see like a common tourist. And he had mentioned on occasion how he desperately wanted a vacation.
You brushed it off as if he hadn't just wink through a camera in hopes it would be discovered for you to see weeks later.
Did he wink through other cameras? Was this the first one?
That made the task even less mundane. Now as you scoured the footage you searched for small instances like this one.
You switched to security camera 18. It looked over a facility with multiple incubators scattered. Some were turned over. Others with the glass smashed as if something broke through. Something most definitely did.
Leon was in the centre overtaking a mutated creature. Its large tongue slashed at him but he grabbed it and roped it in. With his other hand he hacked it down in one fatal swoop with his axe.
He took a moment to breath to himself before looking up at you—at the camera. And he waved. Not a small one. His entire arm was up in the air waving back and forth as if it was possible to miss him.
The rest of the day you continued your search. Your face not cooling down for a moment.
___
"I wonder when Mr. Kennedy will be arriving," Harold said out of nowhere.
"What?" You coughed over your food far too tuned into this conversation now.
The two of you sat behind one of the pillars of the lobby. Many chairs and coffee tables were placed around the vast room. Perfect for the two of you to share a lunch when your schedules allowed.
A sly smile spread over that old man's face. You glared at him and snatched a napkin to cover your mouth.
You cleared your throat, feigning composure. "Why uh... what makes you ask that?"
He shrugged. "I thought you would be curious too. It's been a while since he visited you."
You stopped eating to stare at him. That coy bastard.
He was enjoying this interrogation a little too much.
You wiped your hands on your pants in an effort do something natural with them.
"He—He visits for work related... stuff." That was weak, but also not entirely untrue. He did visit to retrieve case files, identity creations, and the such. They were just not always intended for him.
"People are starting to call him the basements errand boy."
"Now who the hell is saying that?"
Harold leaned back in faux surrender. "Just... people. I have ears too you know. Where do you think I get my gossip?"
You shook your head and looked back to your food. Trying really anything to stop this conversation and focus on something else.
"Speaking of gossip..."
You followed Harold's stare.
Leon had returned from his mission. In the same fashion as he usually does. Dirt and grime coated him. His compression shirt had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And his hair was somewhat tussled.
You bit your lip just staring at him.
And then he started to turn to look in your direction.
"Oh shit—" You snapped yourself back in your chair, fully shielded by the pillar between you and him.
Why were you hiding? That was a great question.
Harold did not look impressed with your antics. "That is the opposite of getting his attention."
You glared at him once again. "Yeah, yeah, yeah—I know. I don't want it right now."
You kept yourself pressed into the cushioned chair. Harold was waiting impatiently for you to continue.
"He waved at me though the camera," you muttered under your breath as if that was explanation enough.
Harold frowned. "What?"
"Nevermind." You snapped and waved him off. Those small instances with him remembering you, even in the field, did not help with this ever-growing crush. Maybe hiding was the best to keep it at bay. "Is he still here?"
Harold sighed and looked back to the centre of the lobby.
"He's talking with some important looking people. He's not looking your way."
"Great."
You grabbed the rest of your food and started for a run towards the stairwell.
As you turned you slammed into a wall of muscle. Your drink spilled all over you and Leon Kennedy.
At least your leftovers were still trapped in your white knuckled grip. That was a bonus in this situation. You would take anything at this point.
The two of you stared in shock. Well you with your brow in your hairline and Leon's eyes slightly widened.
He broke the long stretch of silence. "Guess that's why the call it fast food."
"I—Shit. Sorry..."
You reached for the napkins on the table, not without throwing a cold glare to Harold, and moved to dry the drink now soaked into him.
"I was just heading back to work—I did not mean to—sorry."
As you were speaking you didn't realize you were practically groping him with the shield of a napkin. At that sudden realization you shoved the rest into his hands.
"You know what—I'll just let you."
He chuckled. His lips pulled in a smile you were trying very hard to ignore right now.
"Don't worry about it," He reassured. "I'm already covered in dirt and who-knows-what."
With all your attention on the damage you did to him, you nearly missed the clear of his throat.
"You, uh... you might want to take some napkins too."
"Hmm?"
Your eyes picked up to his. A flush began to spread up his neck with his eyes quickly flicking down to your... chest.
You gotta be fucking kidding.
You snapped your eyes down to your very white blouse, soaked and now see-through.
At that point you just didn't care. You only nodded, teeth biting into your upper lip to stop whatever words were going to spring free.
You took a moment to just look at the state of yourself before looking back to Leon.
"Yep... that would be...yeah..."
You turned back to Harold with a face that said "see what you got me into?" He offered a brave smile for you of all teeth and a worried brow.
Again, you nodded, as if finally agreeing with the universe and coming to terms with your life.
"Well... I'm going to go back to work."
At this point you weren't even trying to hide your chest. Bra on full display for your entire work to see.
You just accepted it.
In some ways it was your fault for wearing a hot pink bra under your white undershirt. Pfft no one was going to see that...
You excused yourself with little to no dignity. Tossing the treacherous cup out as you did so.
___
You had dried yourself in the basement bathroom. On your way out to your desk you kept looking down to make sure there weren't any spots that you missed before finally settling back into you work.
The embarrassment would have replayed to no end in your mind if you weren't so absorbed in your work. Deadlines were approaching fast for five different identity packages.
Another good distraction was the music once again playing over your work station.
I wake up exhausted, even in the morning
Like I'm made out of decaf, I'm barely running
Oh, and I hate parties
It's just too many bodies
I don't like small talk, I'm always leaving early
You picked yourself up, eyes staring into the file you were currently correcting. You carried yourself to the break room for a much deserved pick me up. As you rounded the corner a familiar voice made you stop.
Leon was near the front of the office space, trapped in a conversation with your boss. A conversation he did not look like he wanted to be a part of.
And I'm my own person, not like I need protection
It's just that I wanna change and go in your direction
God, you're a laser beam
You're all my teen dreams
And if I knew you in school, you'd be too cool for me
You kept yourself hidden behind the corner, just watching him. It was a moment to keep to yourself. You didn't know where you stood with him. How he thought of you.
Even if this all ended tomorrow, you wanted one moment where you were the one looking, no one else around. Just you with your eyes on him.
Then he looked away and met your stare.
Then I met you and my eyes changed
And now you're in my eye range, I'm gunning for you
You changed my heart in a big way
Now every day's a celebration and I wanna say
You didn't flush from being caught. Instead you smiled and waved.
A smile of his own bloomed and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away to exchange the last of the pleasantries with your boss.
You turned back to your corner. The sight of him energizing you more than any coffee could.
You waited a moment then heard the footsteps approaching.
He turned the corner and that small bubble formed around the two of you like it always did . It couldn't be burst when it was just the two of you in the far corner of the basement.
Leon took his usual spot, leaning against your opposite desk with you turned around in your chair. You both fell in step with this familiar dance.
"So..." You said aloud, not sure how to pick up a conversation after what happened earlier in the day. You decide to be honest and get it out of the way. "You know the colour of my bra..."
He wasn't expecting that. But, then again, he could never expect what would come out of your mouth. It kept him on his toes. That was something he liked.
Leon snorted and looked down. For once he was the flustered one.
"Yeah, I guess I do." He gestured vaguely at you. "For what it's worth it's—it's a nice colour."
You titled your head in something of a question but you laughed instead. My, how the roles have switched.
"Yeah... it's starting to match the colour of your face."
The break in tension allowed him room to breath out another laugh. The pink colour now fading from his face. Still, you revelled in it.
He changed the subject fast.
"How are you getting along with the latest upcoming missions?"
You turned back to your work to view it.
"Good, I think. It's inconvenient they're all happening days from each other. If I didn't know better the bad guys had it out for me and planned their chaos to screw me over."
You watched him and the lightness he carried around you.
"What about you? How was the mission?"
This was the first time you had inquired about his missions outright. Usually it was him mentioning them off-handedly. Fortunately, It didn't seem to faze him.
"Good. I apprehended the culprit and retrieved—"
"No, I..." You chuckled to yourself. "I mean, how are you? Are you okay?"
Something in him froze as if he wasn't sure how to answer that question. And maybe that was a question he hadn't been asked in a long time. One he never answered for himself either.
You took the silence as something negative and tried to backtrack. "I—I was just asking because you know... I see you get thrown around all the time. It must hurt—"
"I'm okay," He said suddenly, but not in a harsh way. "Thank you... for asking."
You swivelled slightly in your chair. A habit he took note of when nerves got the best of you and you weren't sure what to do with yourself. But a small smile settled over you cheeks and that in turn relaxed him.
"Good." You nodded. "That's good to hear."
There was a small pause between you. Like usual when sentiments were passed between you. Both of you were taking your time to appreciate and understand the feelings that came with them.
"I also like talking to you," you said hesitantly.
Leon picked his sights up to you. "Good. That's good to hear," He repeated.
Another silence enveloped your space with the two of you staring at the other. It stayed and hummed between you until an idea popped in your head.
You gestured to your computer. "Do you want to see Agent Shannon get tossed around by a BOW?"
How it feels to stumble upon an author who writes a scrumptious fanfic of a character you’re obsessing/hyper fixating on and on top of that they have a master list FULL of fics dedicated to them
