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untitled79's masterlist:

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗. resident evil:

engulfed

kennedys' at work

hair-do’s and hair-don’ts

ache

agony (pt.2 of ache)

à la mode

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this is just a blog to test out my writing capacity and support other authors’ works yayayayay. I'm not an avid writer & I'll upload when I can!

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hi beautiful people, I feel that I have no more writing energy left in meeeeeeeeee... I have the utmost respect for fanfic writers, because constantly writing is HARD. I will still keep my blog and post for fun, but im just gonna support other works proudly. thanks for reading my blogs and all the love! I will never forget how welcoming you all were.

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re2r leon kennedy x blk!fem reader

à la mode!

fluff fluff fluff!!!! | this was based off one of my fav destiny's child songs, "Apple Pie à la Mode"! I had so much fun writing this, so for all my Black readers....this is for you!

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Moving Raccoon City exposed Leon to a world of vast hopes and dreams. Prior to the transition, he desired to mature into a strong, dutiful protector from boyish naivety. There was no such figure in his own life, so he swore that day of completing police academy to be one for others.

To say Leon enjoyed his new life in a city was an understatement. He loved it. Raccoon City was practically a labyrinth due to the various alleyways, streets, skyscrapers, and god awful traffic. Although, the sight completely contrasted his rural life consisting of one Main Street, and continuous forests with backroads.

He liked the traffic congestion because it exhibited the busy lives of working people like him. The simplicity of just people trying to make the most of everyday amidst an ever-changing world fascinated him. Leon held a great sense of pluck to do good. All he has ever wanted was to do right for those who have been wronged.

Currently, he was making his way to the precinct for another day’s work. With some time to spare, he possibly had the chance to grab a quick morning bite. Leon normally waited for his lunch break to dine, then cook a light dinner back home. Breakfast had to be skipped because of morning patrol and paperwork he needed to finish previous nights ago. He’d somewhat gotten better, which is why he rewarded himself the chance to enter one of Raccoon City’s most renowned bakeries.

His coworkers and other chains of command raved about one in particular, since they had many celebrations for their team. The crew had a knack for hosting going-away, retirement, or welcome parties. Leon first tried treats from that specific bakery at his very own first day welcome. The cupcakes were so magnificent, he couldn't even remember just how many he ate.

Thereon, Leon desperately needed a legitimate reason to go back and now was the time.

The Pretty Patisserie, as people called it. The bakery was quaint; placed next to a few other department stores and restaurants on the walking strip. Its exterior had a white-brick wall, with arched windows in the very front. Each of them held a window basket, containing a wide variety of pink peonies, purple petunias, and white lilies. The flowers danced with each other as a color splash, fitting the theme of the bakery’s shop sign in lavender. Its cursive lettering was elegantly scripted and presented for the general public.

Leon parked in the nearest space, downplaying his own excitement. His eyes sparkled just at the sight of croissants, donuts, and petit-fours being displayed from the windows. They were all carefully crafted and baked with intent. From the outside alone, he had fallen in love with the space. The rookie cop wasn’t ashamed to admit his guilty pleasure for sweets, anyone in the department knew how passionate he could be.

Just as Leon took a step inside, his senses were hazed in sweet, buttery aromas. The relaxed atmosphere made it seem he was on a cloud, sailing carelessly on a pillowy bliss. He closed his eyes, settling on the fact that if his last death wish was to eat here, he’d make sure.

“Excuse me, are you in line?” A hoarse voice broke Leon immediately out of his daze, spooking him in the process. He blinked to see an elderly man with his mouth scrunched in impatience.

Geez, old man. He thought to himself before replying with haste, “I’m so sorry sir, I'm still deciding.”

“You oughta decide quicker, ‘cuz everything is good and goes fast,” the older individual smirked and turned away with a crooked gait. Leon watched as he ordered with ease like a seasoned regular, gathering his purchases smugly. He shot Leon a knowing glare, and exited in one go. Leon had to give it to the old prick, everything looked amazing.

Figuring it was his turn, he moved up to the counter while eyeing the other sweets in its display case. His eyes darted to the vast selections of fritters, moving ahead to crullers and danishes.

Leon marveled at the opposite ends exhibiting cakes and pies. They belonged in a museum with their picture-perfect presentation. Glorious indeed.

“Do you need help with anything?”

And then Leon thought his morning couldn’t have gotten any better.

He saw a young woman, dressed in a pink buttoned-up top rolled to her elbows, and blue capris that accentuated her stature. She wore a brown apron with the bakery’s logo embroidered on the front. Her hair consisted of tightly coiled, curls pulled back, allowing a full frame of her visage to invade Leon’s view. Her facial features were positioned altogether perfectly as a cohesive piece of art itself. A graceful smile etched upon her pouty lips, with the morning glow casting on her brown skin. She was a divine blessing, eyelashes fluttering like wings of an angel.

You had to be why pretty was in the name of this place.

Leon froze at her appearance, fighting off the warmth in his cheeks and ears. He was so entranced, he hadn't even heard your next words.

“Hello?” Her honeyed tone was a melody in Leon’s ears, the octaves played as notes carrying along a chord.

“H-Hi, I–uh…was wondering what are your recommendations….for this morning?” Leon stumbled over his words, feeling as if his tongue fell out his mouth. He cleared his throat to fix his composure, but failed wonderfully. The internal cringe set in.

She held a puzzled expression at his antics, her doe eyes examining his own cop uniform.

“You don’t want a donut?” The woman eyed him with a raised eyebrow, lips pursed in a line. Her eyes held mischief however.

Leon chortled loudly in the shop, bringing attention to himself with stares from other customers and workers. He acknowledged the concerned glances, feeling his smile fall.

He directed his eyes back to you, taking a hint at the small smirk you attempted to hide.

“That was a funny one…hah,” Leon dryly muttered in awkwardness, “Well, I want to try the best of the best. My colleagues have told me about this place.”

“Y’all buy out everything, so anything really,” you pointed, “but if you want something light for this morning, I suggest my turnovers.”

You could turn me over. He quipped in his head.

“Your turnovers? This is your place?” He pondered.

“Yep. All of these are my goods, I bake ‘em. Aside from the help of my employees, of course. I’m not conceited,” you slyly grinned, and shifted your direction to lead Leon down the case.

The turnovers you suggested were ornately, golden pastries that came in a plethora of flavors. The fillings included cherry, apple, peach, berry, and even pear.

“Everyone picks cherry and berry, but to each’s own,” you thoroughly explained as Leon watched you gesture.

“What do you like though? I wanna know your favorites,” Leon beamed at the twinkle in your eyes as he questioned your taste.

“Well...I'd say apple and peach. One’s a classic and the other gives you a taste of home,” you couldn’t help the smile forming, as well as the tug at your heart. He was a cute little charmer, despite making a fool of himself 5 minutes ago.

“Then I’ll get those two,” Leon shrugged, fighting the urge to match your expression.

“Comin’ right up. You want anything to drink?” You diligently grabbed a pair of gloves and sauntered over to grab a pair of tongs under the counter.

“I’m good. Unless you wanna pick for me?” Leon smoothly replied, until you waved him off.

“Come back again. Maybe I’ll tell you,” you packaged his two turnovers in a small pink box and placed it near the register to swiftly tie a ribbon for extra care. You patiently watched Leon finish paying, taking in his own looks without being caught.

For him, he knew he had to take the open invite because would definitely be back.

“Yes ma’am,” he mockingly saluted, at which you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Have a great rest of your day, see you soon….?” You looked at him, hoping to receive a name.

“Leon.”

“Come again soon, Leon.”

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Over the next few months, your bond with Leon certainly has gotten closer.

He obviously came back and became a recurring customer like he promised, and learned your name in the process (beautiful like you). He just had to see you again because of your expertise at baking! Definitely not the growing crush he had on you (it was). You were smart, witty, and so funny that he could spend all day dreaming about you.

Leon started to put more effort in his assignments and patrollings, just so he could be able to swing by your bakery. His coworkers noticed him every other morning, strutting into the lobby and greeting everyone with a signature pink box in his hands.

He was lovesick, and people could tell. Even his lieutenant, Marvin Branagh, had to burst his bubble.

“Rookie, wipe that smile off your face. You look too happy to work today,” Marvin playfully scolded him, shaking his head as Leon sat across from him in the break room.

“Trust me, it’s not just about work,” Leon chuckled, opening today’s box of dessert from you.

You recently wanted to add a new addition to the menu, a salted-caramel chai cake with brown sugar frosting. Your employees all believed it would be a best-seller, though you wanted opinions from someone else. Leon mainly.

He forced his way into your life as a common presence, and you weren’t mad at it. If anything, Leon made you feel giddy. Whenever he came through those doors, you made sure to study the way his footsteps fell or receive silent nudges from your workers. You couldn’t help how much your stomach fluttered and the random bouts of shyness when he asked about your day.

Leon was infatuated with every little part of you, but now he dealt with his interrogations.

Marvin raised his eyebrows with an incredulous stare, “Not work related? Who’s the lady?”

The young man’s face flooded with pink, keeping his focus on the box of cake before him. “It’s nobody,” Leon murmured, hiding his embarrassment.

“Nah, it’s somebody. How’d you get so much of those sweets lately? You got something goin’ on with that baker girl down the street?” Marvin pressed harder like he was investigating a witness.

Leon coughed, trying to ignore Marvin’s persistence. He returned his attention to the cake that you wanted him to try, and began to start eating. Just one bit in, and he felt his tastebuds explode. It was dangerously delicious. Leon could practically moan out loud if his higher-up wasn’t right near him. The cake was moist, and the sweet-salty mix welcomed the caramelized notes, along with rich spices of clove and nutmeg from the chai.

“I guess I’ll leave you and that cake alone. If the girl got you like that, you need to tell her,” Martin ushered from Leon, shaking his head at the younger cop.

He didn’t even notice that the lieutenant left, too enamored by your new creation. People were gonna love you for it and in this moment, Leon knew he loved you.

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For a couple of weeks, work became chaotic for you. Orders were being placed repeatedly ever since you started a pick-up service and released new menus. Ultimately, you were swamped. It was great revenue for your booming business, but it was a lot to handle on your own.

Having a self-owned and Black-owned business was a flex itself, and you strived to be a self-sufficient businesswoman. You started selling desserts back in high school and college, promoting yourself through friends until you officially formulated your career plans. By settling your finances and making big girl decisions, everything was established for your path to success.

You felt that your biggest accomplishment was being able to share your gifts with others. It allowed you to connect, build clientele, and make a name for yourself in Raccoon City.

You couldn't be more grateful for all the support and people you met.

Especially Leon.

He was the highlight of your mornings and late afternoons with his relentless sense of hope, charisma, and kindness. You anticipated his returns often, wondering what story he had to share about his adrenaline fueled profession.

You were drawn to his unpredictable nature, more importantly his heart. Leon carried more than he let on. He was someone who did things for others without any questions. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

A man you longed for.

The realization came when you found yourself stress baking, in hopes to let him try all of your creations. You wanted him around, and to always drop by with that unwavering smile.

Today, you expected Leon bright and early. You speculated what he would order, since he switched to different items quickly. He never had a usual, for he claimed that whatever you make are all of his favorites. You had to know exactly what he liked from The Pretty Patisserie due to the fact that everyone had their top choices.

You waited diligently, wiping down counters and helping newly hires adjust to the climate. Periodically, you discreetly stared at the doors, hoping to see that rookie cop. No sign.

Morning converted into brunch period, where rush hour hits the worst. Thoughts of Leon drifted to the back of your mind, as you embraced the endless crowd. Work fully distracted you from his lacking presence.

Amongst the congregation, he was no show.

Then, brunch drifted into the afternoon. Leon notoriously used his break period to entertain you at this hour sometimes. Still nothing.

Your bakery closed at a later hour, and Leon didn’t arrive yet. You felt a frown fix on your lips once the closing time loomed near. Sales have been made for the day, goods were packaged and ordered. Everything was set on another day at the bakery. Although, it wasn't the same without him.

Your employees long clocked out from their shifts, casting apologetic glances your way to which you only waved off with a sad smile. You were left alone, tidying the place for the next workday.

You silently swept to the soft blaring from your radio, drowning into your own thoughts. Leon couldn’t have possibly gotten hurt, otherwise you’d hear a breaking news headline now. He didn’t up and leave because he loved the city too much. Was it you?

Were you too overbearing?

Maybe he didn’t like just how hardworking you were, apparently some guys feel that way.

No, never Leon.

Just as you started to theorize another possibility, a sound knock jolted you to reality. It came from your favored arched windows, where the man you fretted over stood outside. Leon’s face was weary, a tired smile etched on his lips. He walked towards the door, hoping you’d let him inside to which you already prompted to do.

With a few hasty locks, Leon stood before you.

“Hi,” he whispered. His hair was unruly, face flushed pink from what seemed like a hard jog over here. He was worn out, huffing slightly and perspiring.

“Well hi, stranger,” you replied before giggling at his appearance.

His chest swelled at your laughter, walking inside as you obliged him to enter. His eyes remained on you attentively, marveling at your current state.

Your hair was slicked back with precision, save for a few baby hairs protruding. A streak of flour was dusted on your nose, drawing attention to your radiant skin. Leon stifled a snicker, and gently poked your nose to smudge it off.

You squinted at him when your brows furrowed in irritation.

“Boy, what are you doing?”

“You had something on your face! That’s all, (Name),” he raised his hands in surrender and moved to lean against the display with nearly empty options. “How was the rush today? I got tied up with a debrief.”

“It was fine as always, we sold out of cookies real quick. I did save you some though,” you dusted your hands off your apron, moving to the back of the shop.

That all stopped when Leon caught your wrist.

You turned to make a rebuttal, until you saw the solemn expression on his face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here today, don’t be mad at me please,” he pleaded quietly, taking your hand in his.

You were astonished by his gentle tone, though your insides lurched in surprise.

“I could never. You're my prized customer,” you rubbed his palm, smiling softly to which he mirrored.

“Yeah?” His eyes brightened.

“Of course, even though you're the only one who doesn’t have a favorite,” you rolled your eyes.

“Says who?” Leon smirked, stepping closer, “last time I checked, I do.”

“You never told me!”

“It’s a secret! But, I guess I’ll tell you,” he sighed shakily.

“You’re creeping me out, man,” you eyed Leon sheepishly until he grabbed your other hand.

“(Name), I’ve gotten to know you for those past months and I’m glad to have met someone like you,” he started, causing your breath to hitch.

“You’re gorgeous, talented, and so generous…what’s there not to like about you? What I’m saying is… you’re why I’m here. I go through all the trouble to see you for your character, not just your amazing, godly skills,” he breathed.

Your eyes couldn’t stop crinkling from how hard you were cheesing, the constant praise and appreciation made you weak in the knees.

“I like you a lot, and I wanted to…know if you feel the same?” He winced slightly at the lack of response, shivering lightly as his veins pulsed in fear.

In an instant, you trapped in him a tight squeeze of an embrace. Clearly, all the work from mixing, stirring, beating, and lifting paid off. a

All the air was sucked out of his body from the hug, and he wrapped his arms around you. You planted kisses all over his face, hoping he received your answer.

Leon laughed softly, swooning from all the affection and kissed your forehead, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It’s a hell yes!” you teased him lightly, swiftly skipping over to a box of cookies you cast aside for Leon in a cupboard.

There were many types that Leon’s mouth watered at the sight. From strawberry cheesecake, to double chocolate with chunks of fudge. All of them were selections that sold out earlier, and to think he had them all to himself for free? His love for you grew in unspeakable levels.

“(Name), you didn’t,” he said in awe, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“I did and I can only thank you, Leon. I finally found my secret ingredient,” you paraded in front of him, taking him in another hold.

“What’s that?” He bashfully asked, meeting your longing gaze.

“You.”

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[untitled79]

re6 leon kennedy x gn! reader

agony (pt. 2 to ache)

your relationship was blissful, but had a few shortcomings. your lies were among them, so was everything as it seemed?

cw: angst, alcoholism, derealization | this is heavy

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Being with Leon felt like a dream. 

Ever since the emotional outpour you both endured, everything started to fall in its right place. Your newly formed connection became a tale of interwoven destinies. 

Leon met his match by confiding in you for almost anything that came to his mind. He was quite bright and talkative with you, something he hadn't done since his rookie days. A piece of himself still held that witty, boyish charm.

You, on the other hand, grew more comfortable with self-expression. You were well-informed, up-to-date, and never missed a beat. Sometimes, he often relied on you for daily news rather than outlets because your frequent predictions turned out to be scarily accurate. 

The agent was surprised at your immense knowledge for random topics, particularly ones relating to the state of the world. 

Leon enjoyed this side of you most, disregarding how you still haven’t fully explained the truth behind that pretty face of yours. He’d long for you to sit down, have a heartfelt conversation on why you went through all the trouble hiding. Yet, he didn’t want to keep persisting because patience was one of his best qualities. 

Even if he waited until your last breath, Leon had no opportunity than to respect your wishes. Again, he was a complete idiot. An idiot wrapped around your finger.

Though these days, it seemed that you’d drop subtle hints as if prompting him to interrogate you. Many boundaries have been crossed before, so why exactly was he terrified to ask you?

Leon had asked you a personal question held with lighthearted teasing, however, that wasn’t how you took it. You just remained still, never letting a word leave your mouth. He couldn’t forget how his blood ran cold, and swore to never cross you again. He could tell that adjusting to a “healthy” relationship for the first time was not easy for you. 

So…it was best to shrug it off, since there was no need to open old wounds.

Aside from those underlying issues, things were going relatively smooth (?). Work barely interfered with quality time together, and sometimes, he’d run to you for assistance. You devoted all your attention to lessen his load, which made you both happy. 

The dates that you both went on were more secluded and lowkey. You didn’t want to draw much attention, as neither did Leon.

At times, you’d go to the park at an outrageous hour or have dinner back at his place. It was something careful, which soon evolved into a routine. Leon would pick a recipe for one night, then you chose the next. 

He surprisingly found cooking to be enjoyable. You became the taste-tester as he experimented on new cuisines, offering you an abundance of leftovers to keep you full. Acts of services came to him naturally.

Leon spoiled you relentlessly because you were worthy. You were somebody that’s seen the lowest and undesirable parts of him, but that didn’t stop the bountiful affection he received.

Presently, you and Leon were seated at his dining table. The main itinerary of the day was just decorating a cake that you baked together after a meal you helped prepare. It was a simple single tiered confetti cake, with light blue frosting plastered all over. Not overly sweet, but rich and light. Perfect for your tastes. 

“Y’know, you’d be a great house husband,” you leaned on your elbow, eyeing Leon’s precise movements. You’d always stare at him with utter fascination. Something about a brooding man performing domesticity was always a sight to see. 

He lathered the frosting delicately with concentration that rivaled a baking show contestant. A quiet snort sounded from him as a smile etched on his lips. 

You could almost take a photo of the unbridled joy he exuded.

“Not happening. I’d get bored of myself,” he chuckled, handing the spatula back towards your direction.

“Too much time on your hands?” You jested, smoothing the last of the confection treat. 

“An extreme amount of time. What am I gonna do? Drink?” He shrugged before cringing slightly at the poor attempt of a joke.

“Leon….. we’ve been over this. It’s not something for past time,” you sighed, knowing this was a highly touchy subject for him.

The drinking. That was the other obstruction in your relationship, apart from your lies. His drinking was heavy, and with his career, the consumption has largely amassed. With you around, he’d cut back significantly. But, there was no telling what he did behind your back.

“I know…I know. Trust me, I hear you. I listen to you all the time. (Name), it’s nothing to get worked up over,” Leon rolled his eyes at your inherent pestering.

You stood to look at him with a narrowed and curt gaze, “Oh, so if it’s nothing…I shouldn’t need to worry about your health. Right.”

“You know that’s not—” He started, huffing in frustration at your tendency to escalate situations. 

“Yes it is! You constantly brush things off like it doesn’t matter. Why should I even bother talking to you?” You let the spatula clatter back in the bowl while striding to his front door. 

“(Name), (Name)! You’re just saying things, and I’m being an idiot,” he rolled his eyes in stubbornness, grabbing your hand. “Don’t go.”

You looked at him with complete disappointment, though your heart twinged. 

Arguments rarely happened, but when they did, you disappeared for days. Leon would go on binges until he’s at the height of his drunken stupor, He always made this difficult because he knew you’d come back. Fortunately, this wasn’t an often occurrence, except the matter at hand was irresponsible and reckless.

“Why should I stay?” You fired back, locking eyes with him. You jerked your hand back to release from his tight grip. 

“Because you saying I’m dishonest makes you an even bigger hypocrite! You haven’t told me jack shit since that night, but I’m the bad guy right now?” Leon pressed further, moving to block the exit. The two of you seemed childish to prevent the other from doing something rash.  

“No one said you were! And I said nothing because you wouldn’t be able to handle it! You’re a mess, Leon!” You raised your voice to get your point across. It echoed in his ears, prompting him to flutter his eyes repeatedly. 

You were there, then you weren’t. Leon rubbed his eyes profusely, until he saw a flicker of your figure come back. You were still the same, as you always had been; and he never moved from the door. He ran a hand down his face when he heaved, losing his composure entirely.

Just what was happening? 

“𑁋my point exactly! Look at you now!” 

He came back to his senses, feeling his heart beat erratically. There were taunts, cries, and memories of past conversations flooding into his peripheral vision. Leon slid his back against the door as he held his hands to his ears. The noises wouldn’t drown out despite his attempts to quiet his surroundings. 

Once they subsided at a reasonable volume, he opened his eyes to see you in front of him. You met his stance, mirroring the same crouch position. A solemnly blank expression flashed across your face. 

“Leon, you wanna know the truth so badly?” You murmured, raising your hand to his cheek. 

A tear threatened to roll down his eyes at your touch. He had to cling onto some form of familiarity for comfort. It was a sincere and homely feeling. The only times he’s ever felt his soul be at ease was with you.

“I am here to protect you because you created me,” you hushed silently when he began to sob. 

“The drinking formed this mirage of me. You have no one else. So, you chose to rely on your imagination.” 

The disappearances, the lack of identity, the basic common knowledge of his own job, the vast leftovers when he cooked….it was all his own brain playing a trick on him. No wonder, everything began to feel like a dream. 

“So, you don’t e-exist,” Leon choked on a gasp shaking silently. 

In turn, all you did was nod in despair as you caressed his cheek. His heart would’ve exploded at the realization, had you not been there.

“Leon, you have to take better care of yourself. I was here for your own brain to find support,” you whispered, wiping his tears before pulling back. 

“D-Don’t, (Name),” Leon begged in distraught.

“I’m always here, in there,” you pinpointed to his heart, then whisked away to fade in thin air.

You essentially evaporated into nothingness. 

Across from him, he could only see the entranceway of his flat. He reached his hand out to see if any dimensions of you remained, but it was only air. 

An empty space. 

Leon had to break his curse, for his own manifestations worked against him.

He let out a guttural cry, fervently checking if he was real. Nothing felt like it even mattered, since the truth antagonized him.

It subjected him to hell. 

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I have a few hunches of Leon's drinking problem, but I know it's not overtly explained in any of the movies or games. This man really never had anyone on his side, so I fully stand by "x reader". GO TAKE CARE OF YOUR MANS.

also, I was stuck choosing what would be the actual reveal. at first, reader was going to be an ex-umbrella affiliate..but I wanted something more intriguing (idk if this was interesting lmao).

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[666chevy]

Sheva ilysm please come homeeeeeee☺️🌸🩷

[aceofheartsssss]

This applies to a certain kind of people, you KNOW who you are:

“I wanna fuck [fictional character]!” “Just one night with [fictional character(s)]!” “My girl doesn’t [insert sexual activity] that’s why I cheat!” “It’s too small.” “It’s not pink.” “[Fictional character] is sooo fuckable.” “She doesn’t know how to do it right.” “He’s too small to feel good, I should break up with him.” “[Fictional character] is so boring but I’d still smash.” “She’s boring, I need two at once.” “My man doesn’t [insert sexual activity] should I break up with him?”

“LATINA FETISH, ASIAN FETISH, BLACK FETISH, he’s too chopped, she’s too chopped, BLAH BLAH BLAH!”

I dont understand why human beings are so, so, so, soooo SOOOOOOO FUCKING obsessed with sex. Hypersexual as fuck. It’s literally everywhere. It’s all you talk about. It’s fucking annoying. We get it, sex is fun, smut is fun too, moderation, people. WHY is sex/sexual content always being shoved up our ass ANY CHANCE ANYONE GETS?!! Is it all you people think about?!!?? So many of this world’s problems would be fixed if humans weren’t so hyperfixated on SEX? (You know who you are)

Why does no one ever say “I wanna cuddle with him.” “I love her personality, she makes me feel so special.” “He’s so sweet.” “I wanna buy her a cute dress.” “I’ll always love him and him only.”

I don’t need a sex obsession to be in a relationship. I don’t need sex to be happy. Neither should you.

TLDR: I think sexualizing characters/people IS COMPLETELY OKAY, but I’ve seen sooooo many people who make it their entire fucking personality and all they can think about 24/7 is dick or pussy AND ITS FUCKING ANNOYING.

Edit: To those pussies sending me anonymous inbox messages, I D O N' T G I V E A F U C K :)

[mrskennedih]

Who made that ? I need to thank them in person.😫

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re6 leon kennedy x gn! reader

ache

masking your true identity is a hassle when you're met with true authenticity & adoration.

warnings: brief suicidal ideation, a bit risqué? (lowk light in tumblr terms lol)

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Leon was never one to have many distractions or vices, save for his occasional drinking benders.

He’d rather frequent contemplations of putting a bullet to his brain. He could imagine how the shrapnel would lodge and sever every surrounding cranial nerve in his skull to stop the never-ending nightmares. 

He fought against the incessant pressure of guilt and despair; for years it toyed with his psyche heavily.

Leon thought the best way to ignore all of it was subjecting himself to many missions and assignments. It was fulfilling enough to feel somewhat ‘wanted’ inside and outside his profession. He felt he was still doing some good for others as the remembrance of the dead motivated him to live on. 

Leon knew what it took to solely rely on himself. He grew up alone and people left him often, which subjected him to being alone.

If he were to involve himself with someone, they’d kiss and won’t tell. There would never be a fix to brighten his darkest days, and nobody could help him. He told himself he would not depend on anyone.

And he will not by any means—depend on anyone.

“Am I really bad company?”

Leon could make an exception however.

His mantra seemed useless at the fact he had a someone in his bed. You.

You were wrapped in his covers, holding onto his bicep and practically cuddling. He didn’t complain. He could do this. Hushed and subtle kisses laced with small confessions were doable. 

Leon flinched gently as warmth bubbled in his body, releasing himself from the cold tendrils of disassociation. He found himself getting lost in his thoughts and being in such a comatose state for possibly hours at a time. There was a chance that the episodes began sometime after Spain, although it never really mattered to him. 

Leon just decided to live with them until he croaked. These were never real issues unless someone was dying. 

That mindset became more of an afterthought once you  randomly sought after him at a conference back in DC. It was a monotonous debriefing of the latest viral endemics across the globe, until you swept in and caught his eye. 

The connection started from swift encounters, to discrete burner conversations, into friendly trysts. Now, you both just decided to stay friendly; never really verbalizing the state of your relationship. It seemed like this was the only stable relationship he could keep for months, despite hiding his feelings in fear. You were the only one that made him feel human and less like a government puppet. He began to ask himself, just what more could you possibly do to him?

It did not help that Leon knew so little of you either. He’d grown attached to the enthusiasm, so mature conversations were irrelevant in his opinion. You helped him see the brighter aspects of life, that alone prevented Leon from casting you in a bad light. You stayed with him for this long, and however toxic or unhealthy it seemed, the man couldn’t get enough. 

With you, he didn’t feel an ounce of regret or pain like he had in the past. They were showers of affection and respect, a contrast to the avoidant and self-blaming guilt. That stark difference allowed Leon to fall hard. He’d never received such devotion that led him wanting more. He was addicted and haunted by your looming tenderness. 

You could sweet-talk him, make him feel loved for a night, then remain on his mind for days until the next visit. He slowly became less alarmed about your true nature. You were you, and he did not want to press further. Leon understood the burden of secrets in his work, but was willing to share his. That level of idiocy blinded him because of his profound love for you. 

It was dangerous and cavalier since:

You never gave definite answers when asked about your life. 

You never explained your true motives.

You easily deflected the topic by exhibiting your excessive trust in Leon, only trying to minimize the fact he doesn’t know anything about you.

You were too calm and certain about everything. 

You didn’t flinch when he told you his line of work. 

You understood him, too easily. 

To others, Leon had no backbone or ounce of respect for himself. But, in his eyes, he could only view you as a saint. You haven’t tried anything to harm him (yet).

“If you’re bad company, then what am I?” Leon met your eyes before looking away in an amusing manner. Anytime he looked at you, your eyes drilled directly back into his. You never wavered once. 

“Someone who knows how to have a good time…..annnnnnd there’s evidence of that,” you teased lightly, grabbing his hand. Your wit matched his own cocky one-liners accordingly. He permitted himself to feel comfortable, so light banter was easy for you both. 

Leon gave a small smile as his heart nearly fluttered out of his chest. He diverted his attention towards your fingers as you poked and prodded at him. He captured your gaze; worn and sharp eyes analyzing his fingers like daggers. Leon held his breath anytime you placed your touch because you treated him like a delicate china. That level of mindfulness antagonized his demons despite how desperate he was to savor all of it. The man gladly submitted himself to your attention. You eyed him, your gaze never leaving the canvas before you. 

It allowed love to swelter deeply in his heart.

“How often do you give yourself a break? Your joints are gonna be hell when you’re older,” you massaged his knuckles methodically like a seasoned masseuse. 

“Duty calls,” he could only shrug and huff at the thought of even stopping. Leon never thought about the future because he didn’t think he’d be in it.

He could consider it if you were there with him even if he would not admit it out loud.

His eyes drifted off into the empty space of the ceiling, silently wishing for it to crumble on him. You weighed on his heart, and he was terrified of that. Leon released a small breath as he felt quiet cracks and snaps of his hands.

You hummed quietly before removing your own palms to his face. You could tell he was too jaded and distant, which made you pause. “You’re quiet. Abnormally quiet tonight.”

Leon wanted to throw himself out the window for how perceptive you could be. He had so much to ask you, yet he couldn’t risk the end of a satiating moment. Scaring you off is not optional. 

“You didn’t complain before,” he quipped, which fell short. You looked at him solemnly and his heart sank. He speculated if you were an agent like him, because you analyzed his body language too well. Too bad he already cleared you due to the lack of records in the database. You were nonexistent. 

“Leon, talk to me,” you lifted his chin to meet his face, only for him to avert his eyes away. 

“Nothing is gonna be fixed if we don’t talk,” you coaxed him, which made his resolve sink altogether. Easy for you to say, (name). He coerced himself to open the topic, finally hoping to address the problem after almost a year.

“That’s the problem, (name). You don’t talk,” he looked at you with a fraction of hurt. He couldn’t possibly try to confront you when you’ve been so sweet to him. However, the thought was too tempting when he felt so deserving of an explanation.

You didn’t say anything or react. You knew at some point you had to admit whatever farce you played at. Though, this was not the moment. One part of you felt that it was too soon, and the other believed it was time.

Besides, how long could you keep this up?

“Talk about what, Leon? My favorite color? To see if our horoscopes are compatible?” you rolled your eyes and chuckled in disbelief. It was comical to you really. You attempted to remove yourself from him, until he caught your hand in an instant. 

“Yeah. I’d give anything to hear that actually. Please,” he turned his attention back onto you. Making direct eye contact, where his blue eyes froze on you. 

His voice was so gentle and pleading, that you could lose yourself in Leon right there. But, the thought of unveiling anything panicked you. The last time you were outright honest, it cost you everything. A life, loved ones….even your own safety.

The more he confessed, pieces began to chip away in that unshakable barrier you fronted. He was so good to you, it almost felt unreal. He wanted to take you out and rightfully claim you as his.

In your eyes, you can see that this frightened Leon as much too. He was extremely vulnerable with you, and you couldn’t possibly take advantage of that.

The guilt riddled in your gut like bile each time you brushed off a question. You had to find some way to stop digging a deeper hole for yourself each time. 

He’d seen you. He knows you as a whole literally. Beyond that, what were you?

“(Name), you know what I am. What I do, what I see, and what I deal with on a basis. That alone could have you in danger. I am a selfish bastard for doing so if it means I can be with you,” Leon whispered, his face holding a worrisome expression. “I….I’m trying to say that….”

You saw the uncertainty flash across his face, then quickly into a determined stance.“You make me feel like I’m getting a second chance in life.” He kept his eyes on you, rubbing his hands down your back in comfort. 

“I want to do the same. It’s just….I can’t do so if I don’t know what you want.”

For a second, you never stopped to think why you chose this. This wasn’t a task, an obligation, or duty, it was something you decided for you only. 

Depending on Leon never seemed to be a threat for he granted you security. Love. 

All of that went away if you told the truth. You couldn’t tell him, not now. 

“I’m an idiot to keep you around if you don’t feel the same, but if you make me feel like this…I can't imagine how it is without you,” he gave a nervous glance at your blank stare, patiently waiting for you to respond. 

Leon gave you valid reasons, which only solidified your blatant dishonesty. 

The weight of frustration, shame, and love… so much love washed over your soul. You could only hug yourself, clinging onto what’s left of your torn dignity. How could you be so deserving of him? You could love him so naturally, as if an innate ability to care for Leon was instilled.

You couldn’t possibly need anything more than to just love him. You had to when his coarse palms were fluttering down your spine, comforting you wordlessly. There was no other explanation to run away from the unbridled passion in his voice. 

If you could reveal anything to him at this moment, it would be your feelings. Maybe it could be the first step for everything.

“Leon,” you rasped in the still atmosphere. It felt as if hours went by, your hearts following the anxious rhythm.

“Yes, (Name)?” He whispered, meeting your face. 

“I want to love you…and if I can tell you that… I will tell you anything,” you exhaled the deep breath that was contained in your chest, spilling the emotions that bubbled within. A load was lifted off your heart, freeing yourself from the pain of secrecy.

Leon honed in on every word that left your lips and nodded. This was an answer he was willing to take, a truth that will live in his mind repeatedly. He pulled you against his chest and caged you in. Without another word, he smashed his lips on yours, gripping your sides to ground you both.

The baggage of needed conversations could wait, but for now he could only salve your hurt and give you what you both deserved. 

It was love, to soothe the ache.

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hi everyone, im not quitting by any means…just kinda in a awkward spot rn bc my resident evil fixation has plummeted LOL

i got a little bit too wrapped up in my fav anime atm and re is at the back of my mind… 💔

but I have a plethora of ideas bc im influenced by music!! so please note this is not me leaving or giving up, it’s me trying to put actual time and effort in what I enjoy for fun— meaning no chances of burnt out. I will not force myself to write bc i like quality > quantity.

please take care!! I’ll be back once finals blow over!

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my friend shows me resident evil rn and all I think is that Rebecca is a cutie

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This fanfic thing is easy

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My wife hates me, I might as well jump off a cliff

Requiem! Leon x wife! reader

Summary: An argument erupted between Leon and his wife, and now he's doing anything he can to gain your favor back. [ Desperate! Leon. Jealous! Leon. Downbad! Leon. Lowkey crazy Leon ] 3k+ words

Warnings: kinda toxic relationship?? Depends on how you view relationships like this lmaoo. Down bad Leon, I mean this man is desperate for attention from his wife. Not really edited since I did this at 3 am. Implied smut. I would have wrote smut but I’m tired lmao

Married life had it's ups and downs especially when you're married to a government agent who constantly leaves on missions for weeks to months on end. You made your peace that being married to Leon would be difficult. But it doesn't always mean you always agreed with some of things your husband does.

And Leon knew this. Yet, he pushed his luck this time. Perhaps Leon got used to believing that whatever he did - you would always come back to him. Oh, how wrong he was. He believed that after the argument yesterday over how allowed the newest rookie flirt with him and not set boundaries, Leon thought there was no reason to when he was just training them, and nothing had happened. Like a dumbass, he believed that it would blow over.

Nope.

Leon was utterly wrong. The bed was empty. That was odd because he had been a light sleeper since Raccoon City outbreak so how did you slip past him during the night? You were a FOS agent, a woman behind the chair; someone who absolutely refused to go out on field work because you claimed you didn't want the trauma that followed or smell like shit after each mission like Leon would each time he came back from one.

That was the first instance on the day. He was sure you'd get over it by breakfast time, so he took his time showering, got dress for work begrudgingly needing to write reports for the last mission he did. As soon Leon entered the kitchen, you were gone.

Now frustration took over him because morning time was one of the times he had alone with you before the bullshit at work. Leon barely got to see you at work since your department was several floors below his and to see the well-crafted routine over the course of your marriage; it irked him. He hated his routine being disturbed at home especially when it was the only source of normalcy he had.

And what irked him worse? The stupid green neon sticky note plastered on the fridge, he ripped the note from the fridge and took a closer look.

Gone to work. See you later.

Cold and distant. His fingers crumbled around the note harshly and let out a deep, rumbling bitter laugh. "What are we fucking five?" Leon grumbled under his breath. He couldn't understand why you were jealous over some rookie agent he was training - he only loved you; no one else, it was ridiculous! Fine, he can give you the silent treatment too if you wished to avoid him.

A day passed.

Leon was losing his fucking mind at the silent treatment. He cracked first. He came up to the FSO department with a bag from your favorite restaurant — you turned him down by giving the contents of food to Hunnigan who gave him an apologetic smile.

That didn't work. Next, Leon tried making excuses coming your department and hanging around asking Hunnigan meaningless questions that only you would know to answer but you never once looked at him! He was becoming more desperate by the hour, silently grabbing files that you had done which wasn't just job might he add to go take them to the old lady that worked in the filing department.

He constantly refilled your coffee and you stopped drinking hoping he'd go back to his department. He didn't. He tried getting your attention any way he could during work hours — nothing, absolutely no response from you. So he couldn't get your attention at work, there was always home.

Leon fixed everything and anything he could around the house. Stuff that needed to he fixed like the sink or the way the toilet flushes down to items that didn't need fixing like the fridge to stay in the kitchen while you cooked dinner just to sneak glances while he sighed very loudly to capture your attention.

Nothing still. Leon went outside to wash your red Porsche to make it look brand new for whenever you used it. Hell, he took your car to go to the nearest name brand stores to buy you almost everything he can find you would like. He came home almost proud, almost believing you would crack as he littered the shopping bags around the living room with a prideful huff.

He turned and his eyes narrowed. You weren't even looking at him! Leon gave up and sighed frustratedly as he made his way into the kitchen with defeat.

He was following you around at dinner like a lost puppy, his fingers were holding the back of your shirt as you prepared dinner. Forty-nine years old and Leon was acting like his younger self over his wife's anger.

"Are you still going to ignore me, sweetheart?" His voice rumbled, peering over your shoulder to stare at the side of your face. Silence. Nothing. His fingers tightened around your shirt and began tugging on the fabric. "I know you hear me, stop ignoring me. You have nothing to be jealous of.” His words almost came out like a plea.

More silence until, “I’m going to eat dinner in my office. Serve yourself.” 

The utter audacity! Another routine ruined! Leon loved eating dinner with you. He loved to hear about your day and the gossip that came from romances around your department, how another intern messed up your files and how you would scold them; he wanted to hear your voice. And you denied him the pleasure as you grabbed your plate and hurried past him that his fingers slipped off your shirt going limp on his side. 

He hadn’t felt this sort of rejection in years. And Leon fumed over dinner, poking and glaring at his plate. 

But what made him spiral was how you never came to bed and you locked your office door! That didn’t stop Leon, he tried to pick the lock but he honestly sucked so he did the extreme thing and went outside of the house to the window to open it up determined to make you talk to him instead of this frustrating silence. His face peeked through the window seeing your eyes trained on the computer, ear piece in no doubt helping an agent on the field.

Leon should have left but he didn’t like the agent Xavier that you often assisted. The younger man overstepped at times yet he never said anything. Oh but the silence and the argument? He couldn’t care less what situation Xavier was in that you needed to help him. His fist raised and knocked on the window impatiently.

“I know you hear me, open the window.”

You looked up unimpressed and annoyed that Leon went on the roof and crawled along it just to get your attention. It would have been cute if he didn’t piss you off. You turned off your mic real quick to address your husband. “I hope you fall!” With a harsh pull, the curtains shut his view of you.

Leon stared at the blocked out window. Disbelief and annoyance crept on his face. For a moment, he considered breaking the window. As much he thought about it, he didn’t want another reason for you to be angry so he took a deep breath and scaled the roof back into his house. He was going to give up. It was ridiculous at their age on how you were behaving.

But he couldn’t blame you at the same time. You expressed multiple times at the discomfort of the rookie agent’s advances towards him; he obviously saw it but he only cared about his job on training them nothing more. Just a job.

Oh but Leon didn’t realize he was going to taste his own medicine soon. 

Leon tried once again getting your attention the next day. Flowers were sent to your desk yet his secretary awkwardly told him you wouldn’t accept them. And now they mocked him on his desk as fellow agents were asking who gave him flowers and he would reply, “the grim reaper.” because he might as well be dead from the silence from his wife. 

Hunnigan seemed to catch wind of their argument as you were complaining about the rookie who didn’t seem to take a hint Leon is married to you. While Leon was brooding with his hands deep against his face mulling over what to do about you, she leaned against his doorframe with an amused laugh. “Desperation doesn’t suit you.”

“Yeah? And what does? Blood?” Leon deadpanned, dragging his hands from his face and lazily tilted his head at her. “Guessing you know the details of the drama?”

Hunnigan simply shrugged. “It is awkward to have both of my friends in an argument like this. Sherry has been complaining about how her parents were getting a divorce.”

“A divorce?” Leon’s voice raised as he sat up straighter that his chair creaked loudly in his office. Surely the argument couldn’t have lead to divorce over some rookie agent?

Hunnigan blinked. “She was joking. You know your girl wouldn’t divorce you.” And Leon visibly relaxed and glared at her for the mini-heart attack he almost had. “Do you want my advice?”

“Anything would be surely helpful after the heart attack you almost gave me.”

“Then here’s a tip for you. She’s going out for lunch in ten minutes, just reassure her that you wouldn’t leave her for a rookie agent.” Hunnigan stated.

“I have been saying that.” Leon defended.

Yet Hunnigan gave him a deadpanned expression; hearing both sides of the story and being on both ends of what her friends were going through – she can confidently say that Leon had not reassured you of anything. “Really? Oh sweetheart I’m just doing my job, there’s nothing to worry about.”Hunnigan mocked his voice. Coming out of someone else’s mouth Leon cringed. It sounded terrible now that she put it that way.

His hands dragged along his face once again. “Fuck, I’m an idiot.” 

“Majorly.” 

“I should have reassured her that I’m not doing anything with the rookie.”

“Obviously.” 

“You’re making me feel so much better.” Leon grumbled sarcastically. His body suddenly got up from his chair pushing it back fast and began making his way out of his office past Hunnigan. “Thanks for the help despite your clear bias.”

Hunnigan smirked because she always chose your side. “You got five minutes left.” 

Leon didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately left the DSO department towards the elevators where he bounced impatiently as the elevator descended slowly until it stopped just before the lobby and in came the rookie agent Carmilla came strutting in. Her eyes immediately landed on Leon, sparkling the second she realized it was him.

Fuck, just what he needed before he went to see his wife. Carmilla started talking to him but he was half-listening that he didn’t notice her standing close to him, he was thinking of what he would say to you once he found you in the parking garage. He fought bioweapons all the time, his life was constantly on the line; he almost died multiple times on different missions but facing you? He’d let you rip his heart out if it meant it made you feel better.

 “Uh-huh, sure.” Leon absentmindedly said.

“Really? Okay!” Her voice came out high-pitched that Leon cringed.

He wasn’t sure what he agreed to because the moment the elevator open, he immediately quickened his steps. It was easy to cross the lobby and out to the parking garage. His eyes looked around for the familiar red porsche that was the same brand as his; a gift he gave to you on your birthday. 

The echoing of footsteps poured through the parking garage and his heart leaped, turning around to see if it was you. His twitching smile fell when it was Carmilla following him. He stopped walking and gave her a raised eyebrow, “did you need something? Because I’m in a rush.” 

“Aren’t we going to lunch?”

Leon stared at Carmilla and stared as confusion settled on his features. “What?” 

“You agreed in the elevator to going to lunch.”

“What? No I didn’t-” Leon realized when he was thinking of his wife and ways he was going to apologize that Carmilla must have asked him on a lunch date. Fuck, just what he needed. He didn’t need Carmilla believing she had a chance when she didn’t. “Rookie, there’s been a mistake. I’m not going out on a lunch date with you, I am married.”

Carmilla tilted her head and shrugged, stepping closer to him as she grabbed his upper arm. “Your wife doesn’t have to know.” 

His eye twitched from the touch of another woman’s hands on his bicep. Before Leon could say anything, you were in your car a few feet away witnessing everything. Utter rage filled you from seeing the younger woman’s hands on him. Like any normal person, you should get out of your car and demand an explanation or trust your husband on handling the situation. 

Perhaps there was a spike in your hormones because you did the most rational thing ever.

You tried to hit them with your car. 

Leon’s eyes widened seeing the familiar red Porsche heading their way as the headlights came into view, his instincts of years of field work made it easy to pull him and Carmilla to the side. His lips fell open in disbelief gazing at you as the car window slowly rolled down half-way to expose your narrowed eyes were met with his. “Oops, I didn’t see you there.” 

“Are you mad?!” Leon shouted, angrily pulling himself from Carmilla to grasp the handle of the car and began tugging it to get you out of there. “Get out of the car.” 

“It was an accident, I was barely going ten miles per hour.” Which was true, you weren’t trying to kill him. You were just going to tap him with the car and he knew this – you wouldn’t actually kill him over some girl gripping him.

“We haven’t talked in days and the first thing you try to do is hit me with your car!” 

“Oh, you survived worse.” You waved your hand mindlessly and your expression fell once again glancing to Carmilla behind him. “I hope you enjoy your little lunch date.” With a roll of your window, you blocked Leon’s furious gaze from your view, ending the conversation. The engine revved throughout the parking garage and you sped away for your lunch break.

Leon stood there in disbelief seeing his wife drive away after almost tapping him with a car he had bought her. Unexpected laughs came out of him as he stared at the spot she was once in relief. “Well, at least she doesn’t want a divorce.” And it was a relief because he had been spiraling the last couple days believing you would never acknowledge his presence again.

“Your wife is crazy!”

Oh, right. Her. Leon turned the side lazily and a deadpanned expression, “one of the qualities I love about her.” He had to deal with this. Leon couldn’t stand for you to be angry about this situation any longer, he would have someone else train Carmilla. He wasn’t going to risk his marriage over a woman who didn’t understand he is married.

“Aren’t you going to report her? She tried to hit us with a car!”

“Report her? No, this is her on a good day.” Leon quipped and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Then I’ll report her-”

Leon barked out a laugh. “No, you’re not.” His voice rumbled, stepping closer to her with narrowed eyes. “If you try to report her, I can easily report you for sexual work harassment. I have witnesses on your shameless flirting and I can have you fired given I founded this department. Or, you can keep this incident to yourself and I can point you to another supervisor where I do hope you learn your lesson on not flirting with married men.” 

The threat was there, he didn’t like to threaten his co-workers but it was necessary. He couldn’t risk his marriage over some horny rookie. “The choice is yours.” He had scared her, good, she should learn her lesson on not being a weirdo. Leon turned to leave her alone in the parking garage where he was going to find you once you came back.

Leon waited outside of your department. Everyone at the FSO department knew you were married and allowed him in the department once you returned from lunch. He didn’t wait to see if you had something important to do, he went to the back where Hunnigan and you worked in. He had his thoughts planned out, carefully constructed reasons to plea with you that he did what he should have done a long time ago. 

He pushed open the door and his mouth opened to explain himself but his lips closed seeing Xavier leaning over you, his arms caged in on either side of you as you worked on the computer typing away. A white hot flash of jealousy that he hadn’t felt in a while filled him. Leon always was secure in the marriage, he never had reason to believe you would commit infidelity and break your vows. 

Yet, the mere sight of this younger man towering over you. His clothes brushing against the back of your hair embedding his scent on you made his fingers flex from years of survival itching to reach for his gun on instinct on shooting a bullet in his head. “Didn’t know we were having a party in here.” Leon sarcastically said.

You turned your head to peer over Xavier’s arm and Xavier gave a simple smirk. “Ah, the famous Leon Kennedy. I always hear about you from her.” Yet, Leon watched how Xavier pressed his chest closer against the back of your head. Oh, now he understood what you meant. 

He was beginning to feel what you had felt. Leon felt like a bigger idiot for taking this long to send Carmilla to another trainer because if he knew Xavier liked being this close to you, he would have tried running over Xavier with a car too. “Yeah? Then you should know I can kill a man before they can blink.” His lips strained into a smile. “Out. Now.” 

“Leon, we really have to finish this-”

“Out.” Leon growled out with finality. The clear anger made Xavier seize up and meekly nodded as he pushed himself immediately away from you and made sure to keep his distance from Leon almost as if he was afraid Leon would kill him if he stuck longer almost bolting out of there. A smile fell on his lips from his response to his little threat.

“Threating agents now?” You deadpanned, turning around in your chair and crossed your arms underneath your chest. 

“And you tried to run one over so we’re a match made in heaven.” Leon quipped, striding over to you in a few simple long steps and shot his hands out on the armchairs caging you as he leaned down to face level to you. “So we’re even.”

“Even?” You scoffed, holding your ground while glaring up at him. Despite how angry you felt the past couple days, the closeness of Leon made your cheeks warm and he wasn’t oblivious to how you were affected by him. Good, he wanted you to be affected by him. “You were out in the parking garage with your little girlfriend.”

His nose inhaled deeply. “You misunderstand, sweetheart. Do you think I’d ever cheat on you?” Silence came out of you but your eyes soften and shook your head because at the end of the day, you trusted him but he didn’t listen to your discomfort on how Carmilla was towards him. One hand left from the arm chair and raised up to grasped your cheeks in his hand, his thumb traced along your cheekbone lovingly. “I could never cheat on you. And you were right, I should have placed boundaries and sent her to another trainer. I just. . .” He took a deep breath and glanced away for a moment, “I just don’t want an underprepared agent to go out there and be killed.”

You stayed quiet for a moment. Leon was still the man back in Raccoon City who wanted to help people. Who still cared for people. You should have guessed that was the reason he didn’t want to stop training Carmilla but to do it out of his discomfort and yours? “If she got into the DSO, then she’s well trained enough to fight what’s out there. You can’t always save everyone, Leon, no matter how much training you hone into someone.” 

And that was the bitter truth that Leon had to swallow each time another dead agent shown up in the morgue. Another colleague dead from bioterrorism. His eyes narrowed at the ground trying to melt down the reality of the truth. “I know.” His voice was quiet for a moment, then he looked up at you – he looked older than what he was. Years of fighting and there was still no end. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore. I. . .politely explained she was going to another supervisor.”

“You threatened her, didn’t you?” You questioned with a small laugh. 

Leon cracked a smile. “Perhaps, but I did it politely.” 

“Nothing is ever polite with you.” You pointed out, nuzzling your cheek against his hand. The tension of the last couple days was almost gone. Almost. As much the relief settled into that Carmilla wasn’t going to be around Leon much, the way Leon had reacted to Xavier brought raised eyebrows on you. “So, did you understand what I felt when you saw Xavier against me like this?”

A huff came out of Leon and his thumb traced along down to your jawline with a soft squeeze as the small wave of jealousy filled him. “Yes.” He admitted with a grumble.

“And what did we learn, Mr. Kennedy?” 

“That if I don’t listen to my wife then I’m going to get the silent treatment.” He paused and let out a breath of a laugh, “and she will hit me with her car.”

“Mhm-hmm, good.” You mumbled trying to turn away from him but his hand on the arm rest held you in place while his other hand slid down your throat holding you in place. “Leon, I have to work.” 

“No, you don’t. I spend days agonizing over you ignoring me. Trying everything and buying you everything just to make you acknowledge me.” Leon bent down till his knees hit the ground as his body leaned forward, his shoulders forcing your legs apart. The fabric of the pencil skirt pooled up towards your thighs, his hands found their way on the stockings on your thighs holding you in place as his face fell forward pressing his face against the clear outline of your puffy pussy outlining with dampening slick. “Days allowing you to be a brat towards me.” His nose dived deep against the fabric trying to will his way into your skin through the fabric as he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent he missed from you. “I craved my wife every day – and now, you’re not going anywhere until you apologize for almost hitting me with your car.” 

“I’m not going to walk for a while, aren’t I?” 

“Nope.” 

EXTRA:

Hunnigan’s laugh filled the office as she leaned back in her chair replaying the video evidence of Leon and Carmilla almost getting runned over as you leaned your head on her shoulder almost snoozing away from being fucked all day yesterday by your husband. “Did Leon make you assign Xavier to someone else?” she asked, replaying the footage once more for her entertainment. 

“Yes, Xavier went to the sweet, almost deaf Margaret.”

“Yikes, I’m sure Leon had something to do with that.”

“Mhm.”

“Soooo, did you tell Leon you found out you're pregnant?”

“He’ll use his head more once he realizes I wouldn’t have tried to hit him with a car normally.”

“Wanna bet on how long it would take?”

“I give it two weeks.”

“I give it a month.”

"If you win, you can have my coach bags Leon bought me."

"Deal."

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