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[comabite]

RPD sweetheart

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— PRINT SHOP IN MY BIO!

[spinkville]

you haven't changed. you just think you have.

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two, four, nine

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prints here

[leonsnose]

Stop it rn 😭

[bingowithleon]

goodmorning, this made me sob sm </3

all credit goes to bowi4_0808 on x ! ✨️

[imalittlesmallperson]

claire and her bike against the world

[theweepingangelofcas]

Request for RE9 leon to take care of the reader on her period

Will do! As a person with godawful periods, I had a blast writing this lol. Summary: You get your period and bleed all over your favorite pair of sweatpants. Leon to the rescue! Masterlist

Stained Sweatpants - Leon Kennedy x Reader

“God fucking damn it!”

Your voice is ringing out from the bathroom. 

Leon is there within moments, skidding to a halt outside of the door. Years of fighting for ones life tends to make them pretty quick, after all.

“Honey?!”

A sigh, “Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Just got my period.”

His heart rate calms. He traces the doorhandle once, before asking, “Everything okay in there?”

“I bled on my favorite pair of pants.” Your words sound defeated.

He pauses.

“... How bad?”

A second later, the bathroom door cracks open just enough for one eye to peer out at him. You look miserable. Hair messy. Face pinched in irritation. One arm wrapped around your stomach.

Ah. One of the bad ones, then.

You sigh dramatically, wetness welling in your eyes, and open the door the rest of the way.

The crime scene reveals itself. Your favorite sweatpants. Or… formerly favorite sweatpants. The blood stain is impressive, quite honestly. 

You point at them accusingly. “These are dead.”

Leon looks. Then looks at you. Then looks back at the large red stain.

“…Honey.”

Your eyes meet his. Your shoulders lift weakly. “... I know. It’s stupid…”

You look genuinely upset about it too, which makes his chest ache a little. Not because of the pants. Well. Partly because of the pants. Mostly because he knows you. And he knows that when you get like this, it isn’t just about ruined clothes.

Everything feels bigger. Meaner. The ruined pants become proof the whole day sucks. The cramps become proof your body hates you. The tiny inconvenience becomes the final boss.

Leon learned that one a while ago. So instead of saying something practical like they’re just pants, he steps into the bathroom.

Your brows raise. He crouches. Picks up the pants. Inspects them like a forensic investigator.

Then, he hums. “…I’ve seen worse.”

Your expression twists. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.”

“You are absolutely lying.”

He shrugs. “Pretty sure I’ve gotten zombie blood out of jackets before.”

You blink. “…That is not comparable.”

“Blood is blood.” He shrugs, still inspecting the stain.

You stare at him. Then a laugh escapes you. It’s small and annoyed, but real.

Mission accomplished.

Leon stands afterward and gently nudges your hip. “Go get changed. Take one of those ‘everything showers’ you like. I’ll take care of this.” 

He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, before shutting the bathroom door. The shower starts running moments later.

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Twenty minutes pass. The pants are almost like new again. 

When he looks, really looks in the right light, he can see a little bit of a beige hue around where the stain had been, but it’s almost back to the right color. He’s taking it as a win.

“... Leon?”

He turns toward you with a smile. “Almost done. What do you want for breakfast?”

A snort of amusement. “You’re cooking for me too?”

He turns toward you, showing you the pants slung over his arm, “You’ve had a bad morning. Let me take care of things, yeah?”

Your expression melts. 

“... Yeah. Sure. That sounds great, actually.”

Leon disappears into the kitchen afterward before you can overthink yourself into apologizing. You hear cabinets opening. The soft scrape of a pan against the stovetop. The familiar noises of him moving around the kitchen with that strange efficiency he somehow applies to literally everything.

You sit at the table afterward, wrapped in one of his hoodies, hair still damp from the shower and legs tucked up beneath yourself.

Objectively, you know you feel ridiculous. You know ruined sweatpants shouldn’t make your throat hurt. You know crying over laundry is objectively not a normal response. Unfortunately, your hormones did not ask for your opinion.

You stare blankly at the table. Leon appears a minute later carrying a plate and a mug. Breakfast lands in front of you. Your favorite.

Your eyes narrow. “…Were you planning this?”

He sits beside you with his own coffee. “Planning what?”

You gesture vaguely at everything. “The food. The weirdly competent stain removal.”

Leon just shrugs. “You looked sad.”

His words make your chest hurt a little. You poke at your food, before mumbling, “Sorry.”

His hand reaches across the table, finding yours. His thumb is quick to trace comforting circles over your knuckles. “…For what?”

You shrug. He sets his coffee down slowly before turning fully toward you. “Honey.”

You already know where this is going. You sigh dramatically. “I know. I’m not supposed to apologize for existing.”

His mouth twitches. “That’s not exactly what I was gonna say.”

You glance up. He reaches over and casually steals one of your pieces of fruit. “I was gonna say you don’t need permission to have a bad day.”

Your face immediately gets warm.

His voice softens. “You know,” he says, leaning an elbow onto the table, “I don’t think less of you because you got upset over pants.”

You snort weakly. “You should. It’s objectively embarrassing.”

He looks genuinely confused. “Honey, I’ve watched grown government agents cry because somebody used the wrong coffee creamer.”

You blink. “…Seriously?”

“Do you know how stressful bioterrorism is?”

A laugh escapes you before you can stop it. His expression immediately softens.

There she is.

You sigh and lean sideways until your shoulder bumps his. “…Thanks.”

His eyes flick toward you. “For breakfast?”

You shake your head.

“For not making me feel stupid.”

Leon looks at you for a second too long. Then he reaches over and squeezes your knee once. His thumb rubs over the fabric absentmindedly. “Honey,” he says quietly, “I’ve seen you handle things that would flatten most people.”

Your eyes drift toward him. He shrugs. “If today’s enemy is a pair of sweatpants…” His mouth quirks upward. “…I think we can take ‘em.”

[lopshachu]

my pain is constant and sharp

[memorixswan]

what about a fic where rookie leon has a crush on y/n, and everyonee at the station knows but her? hed leave notes in her locker, hed stay later after hours just to walk her to her car, or wake up really early to get breakfast for her

┆  -    ۫ ׅ   I wanna kiss your neck and make you purple all over

Leon is so hopelessly in love with you, and it's so obvious to everybody but you.

𝓛EON KENNEDY :: rookie cop leon

⸝⸝ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfluff fic - 𝓛eon Kennedy x fem!reader

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnow playing - Pink Bubblegum by Lavi Kou

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

╰┈➤  ｡  content & warning(s) :  no smut! Angst mixed with fluff, hopelessly in love!leon, this takes place in RE2, oblivious!reader, Leon bad with confessions, yearning!leon, no y/n, just [name].

word count: 913

summary / synopsis : You recently started working as a secretary at the Raccon police department, catching the attention of a new rookie, Leon, who fell in love with you at a single glimpse of your face and tries to find ways to earn your attention.

It was fairly obvious that Leon had an extensive crush on you. Everybody knew about it! everybody but you, unfortunately. He was your secret admirer, love at first sight, yet you simply thought he was just being a total sweetheart to you. You need help? Leon is always there to help you. You need a drink of water? Leon has an extra water bottle for you

Leon was also so horrible at talking to you, always stuttering over his words; you didn't notice how the other cops teased him relentlessly whenever Leon was an utter mess in front of you. You'd remember the times when he would stay late with you and walk you to your car.

But when you ask? He immediately gets flustered and stutters over his words, making the same excuse about how it wasn't safe for a young lady to walk in the parking lot alone, where creeps could be lurking. Yet of course, you believed his poor excuse every single time.

You would notice small notes in your locker. One time, you even saw a bouquet near your locker with a neat note on the side. The handwriting looked suspiciously similar to Leon's handwriting, but you brushed it off every time.

You wouldn't notice how he would stare at you with those wide, curious eyes of his, how he would be eager as a puppy to get you lunch or breakfast whenever you said you didn't have the time to get some. You mistook him for being kind to you, as he was to everybody else.

But Leon would always linger around you, always staring at you with loving eyes, even if his superior is scolding him. When you walk past them and offer a small smile to Leon, his heart would stop, and he would replay that moment so many times in his head.

It was like one of those corny rom-com movies, and of course, EVERYBODY noticed it. Leon would drop everything for you. One time you didn't show up to the department, he got so worried about you that he considered using his sick time to go see you.

Leon would literally go to work sick just to see your sweet face, to see you fret over him whenever he coughed or sneezed; he loved seeing you worry over him over the simplest things like a cold. Everybody called him a hopeless romantic, always rolling their eyes whenever they saw you two together.

One night, when you were finishing up at your desk, stacking some documents away as you turned off your computer, you heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat, catching your attention immediately as you looked up to see Leon standing there, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression somewhere between determined and nervous.

" Hey, uh... c-can I ask you something? " he started, stepping close to your desk where you were. His voice was quieter than usual, as if he was worried about being overheard or something. You slowly put the papers you were holding down on the wooden surface, trying to catch his lowered gaze.

" Yeah, what's up? " you mused, looking at Leon as he nervously chuckled, " I was wondering if... maybe you'd want to get dinner with me? m-maybe sometime? " He shifted on his feet, cheeks flushed as he avoided your gaze. You paused at his words as you considered them for a moment.

" Like.. work-related? " you asked, your head tilted to the side as he quickly looked up and shook his head, " n-no! no.. uh- I was thinking just us.. I know a few good spots.. just, you know, the two of us... " Leon nervously corrected. He was getting more awkward by the minute.

" Are you trying to ask me out on a date, Leon? " you gently asked, your words made him go flustered, his blue eyes uncertain yet hopeful. " I- no?- well.. ye-yeah.. I was wondering if you would.. like to go on a date with me.. I- I get it if you're too busy!.. but I thought I'd ask.. " Leon nervously ranted, letting out a sigh as he looked down, ashamed to even look at you.

You thought it was cute, an odd way to ask someone out on a date. Leon looked like a nervous puppy in that moment; the poor guy couldn't even look you in the eye, his gaze focused down on the floor as if he wanted it to swallow him whole right now, and he was fidgeting with anything his fingers grabbed onto.

" ..sure, I'd like to go out on a date with you. " You smiled softly. Your words shocked him, but he quickly recovered with a few quick nods, excited that you agreed to go on a date with him. All of that previous nervousness drifted away in his body, replaced with excitement.

" r-really? I mean.. okay! y-yeah.. Can I pick you up after work? " Leon quickly offered with a timid smile, his eyes locking onto yours for just a moment longer than usual before he quickly looked away, afraid that you would say no, " yeah! I wouldn't mind that. " You chuckled, picking up the papers on your desk as you neatly sorted them out.

" okay- okay.. after work then.. I-I'll see you!.. " Leon tried his best to sound confident as he nodded, walking away from your desk as he stumbled into a wall, earning a soft laugh from you before he quickly rushed away, not wanting to embarrass himself any further.

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