vila ⛈️

Just fangirling over everything 💫 20 🌪️ 18+ Content discussed at times!! MDNI

[vila777]

:((

Lost so much of himself just to help people find hope. Seeing 21 year old Leon genuinely breaks my heart so much.

All he wanted was to be a cop and help. So bright eyed and full of life, now hes completely stripped of the rookie he once was. I would think he couldnt even remember back to himself at that age. Not Raccoon City, not the virus. But him.

This poor man, dude 💔

[madamechrissy]

mdni 18+ - doctor! Gojo (ob/gyn) x fem! reader

gyno! Gojo getting distracted by his patient's coochie (you) inappropriate workplace behavior, breaking oaths, they're awkward lol, fingering, orgasms, spitting, talking you through it, nerdjo, he's shy even knuckles deep inside you <3 (3k)

"Are you comfortable?" Doctor Gojo asks with a friendly smile, washing his hands and looking over his shoulder at you.

Are you comfortable when you're in nothing but an open hospital gown and your feet are in stirrups!? In front of the most gorgeous man you've ever seen!?

No, you're not. You're flustered and embarrassed despite his calm demeanor and how he does everything with ease. You bite down on your lower lip, clutching the little sheet thrown over your lap, nodding.

He dries his hands that you can't help but look at a little too long. Elegant fingers, thick ones that make you blush thinking of going inside you. It's got you swallowing nervously. Trying to remember it's a check up not a damn date.

He's just doing his job, slipping you a little smile, blue eyes glimmering in a myriad of shades. "Latex allergy sweetheart?"

"Huh?" How long are his fingers!?

"Do you have an allergy to latex?" You flush again, shaking your head. "Perfect."

Doctor Gojo sits in front of you, slipping on those gloves and then putting a comforting hand on your thigh. You fucking moan.

You moan.

This is so embarrassing!?

"Sorry," you whisper, shutting your eyes.

"Is it the cramps? I saw you were having some issues with that," he asks softly, white hair falling just a bit over his brow.

"Um. Yes." You have been cramping alot, but this was definitely not that. You try to remember why you're here, looking at him again, almost unable to handle the eye contact. "Really bad ones before my period."

"Scans were all good," he lifts your sheet up and pauses just a moment, eyeing your cunt in what he attempts to do professionally. Yet he can't help but almost spill out how pretty it is, that would not be okay to say, even if he is an expert. "Everything looks great actually."

Yiur thighs clamp shut. He raises a brow. "Sorry!"

"Relax," he gently helps you spread your thighs, blushing himself when he sees you're glistening already. He can't mention it of course but it's dripping between your lips. "Have you had an exam?"

"Of course, just... um... nervous." He hums a bit to himself, parting your folds with soft gloves, you almost moan again, biting down hard. He looks up at you, leaning down just a bit, far too close to your cunt.

You're suddenly so insecure! What if it looks weird to him!? What if he can freaking inhale it, does it smell good? You washed it before coming but what if-

"Take a breath," he murmurs, inspecting your insides and almost whimpering when he sees your hole fucking wink at him. "You're tense, and it'll hurt if you're this tight."

Fuck.

Dr. Gojo just called a patient tight.

"I mean... tight muscles," he's stammering for a moment, you're just too pretty and now you have him nervous. "That's good though, are you um... doing kegals."

You blink.

"Yes? Can you just... tell?" He sighs, trying to remember why the fuck you're here, slipping a finger inside to just the tip, and you clench him over the glove, soaking it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Yes your muscle response is impeccable," he wants to feel it clenching his tongue, gather all those juices and suck them off his fingers. "Try to relax because for this exam I have to get two fingers inside you. "You're small down there."

"Oh of course," you want to fall off the face of the earth when he pulls his finger back. You feel slippery arousal pouring down your slit, his soft sigh tickling your thigh. "Did you already put that gel stuff on?"

"No," you blush again, so hot your cheeks are on fire, realizing that's all you. "I can but you seem to have a good amount of... natural lubricant."

You're gonna die.

"Want me to grab the cold gel?" He teases, plump lips curling up, you almost ask him to spit on it, but you manage some sense.

"No, it's okay, I trust you," you shouldn't, not when he leans down and spits right on his fingers and watches his own spit move on puffy lips.

He can't do that he's a fucking doctor. How many pussies has he seen!? But the thrill of knowing it's on you had his cock throbbing underneath those purple scrubs, he covers it with his labcoat, watching the bubbles dissolve on your glistening cunt.

"How do you usually loosen up? Don't want to hurt you." You shut your eyes, spreading your thighs more for him.

"Like how do I..."

"You can feel comfortable with me, we need to find out what's making you cramp up too."

"I tense really bad before sex too, it doesn't feel the best."

"Oh..." Satoru eases a finger inside again, curving it up and watching you jerk. "When is the last time you had sex?"

"Like a year or two, I just use my rose - Oh my god!" You cover your face again, eyes rolling back when he crooks those fingers. "Mmh!"

"Don't be shy, masturbation is normal and healthy even. Orgasms are good for you," Dr. Gojo pulls his finger out to watch you drop down onto the thin paper you're laying on, exhaling against the sight. "Clitoral stimulation helps you?"

You nod, gasping when he slips a finger and finds it, the sounds of your wet cunt echoing in the room. "Yes, it does."

"Is it all right if I stimulate it to loosen you up? If not tell me."

You arch your hips, lashes fluttering, it takes a lot for Gojo not to yank off his gloves and fuck into you. "Yes um if you think it'll help?"

"It might," he runs a circle and watches that clit twitch against his thumb, more slick pouring from you. "You do respond well to it. Did your partners do this?"

"No they sucked," Satoru chuckles a bit, and the mood lightens, he acts perfectly professional while he's pressing on your clit, pleasure rushing through you. "That is relaxing."

"I want my patient comfortable," he murmurs, he shouldn't be allowed to look like that and sound like that. Your cunt is spasming when he slips his finger back in, the messy sounds so loud you bury your face. "It's a good thing, when your natural lubricant flows. It means your hormones are doing a good job."

"Oh," Satoru crooks his finger up, eyeing you under snowy lashes then, your breasts rising and falling, thighs trembling. "I do feel um... more... relaxed."

"That's good. You're doing such a good job for me," you're done for, his finger hitting that spot in slick walls, thumb still massaging your jumping clit. "Orgasms can help cramps too, even during your period."

"I can't um touch it during that," You're arching for more, thighs spread so wide, hands damn near ripping the paper underneath you, it tears just a bit and echoes in his impeccably clean office.

"That's understandable but your partner could," you laugh a little.

"None of them would have fucked me on my period - I mean!? Um, stimulated me."

"Some people are squeamish," he starts to ease two inside, you're trembling at the stretch. "It's natural, periods. And it's normal to get cramps, we just have to find a good way to help them."

"I see, ngh!" He pauses at your little moan, juices flowing down his fingers, tall body hunched just a bit over you. "Oh my god I'm so sorry."

"It’s too much for you, sweetheart? Two?"

You nod just a bit, and he sighs, pulling back his hand then.

"You're too tight, that could be why you don't find sex so enjoyable if you're not getting off first - I mean, having orgasms before intercourse."

"That could be um, I'll loosen up so you can do the exam," you hear his glove smack then.

"It may help if I don't wear a glove, are you okay with that? It may help your nerves."

Satoru needs to feel your gummy walls without a dumb fucking barrier. You're blinking at him, seeing him take one off, then the other.

"My hands are sterile," he tries to hide his feral grin, knowing he's fucking depraved for this, but his cock is just leaking too much. "I'll try and you tell me what you prefer."

"Yes, of course," Satoru's fingers brush down your slit into your hole, sinking in - slippery from you, buried to the knuckle suddenly. It feels so good you can't hold back your little whimper, hips bucking up. You feel every line and callous of his thick fingers, cunt gripping him like she's scared he'll leave. "Oh!"

Satoru's cock leaks at the sight of your pussy sucking his fingers in like that, the sight of it so greedy, stretched around his bare hand is too much. His fingers pull back and then insert again, and again, a messy squelch echoing in the room, gossamer swirls of your arousal coating his fingers.

Fuck he's going against every oath he took and looking for more to break.

Is eating out patients not a good method of exam? Surely your taste -

He can't do all that! He shouldn't even be fingering your messy cunt like this, pads of them curving up in that spot that makes you twitch and gush. Your cheeks are flush, eyes rolling back, hips just rolling when he runs a thumb over your clit once more.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," you barely focus, stretched so full and stuffed more from him than you had been any man. Your lashes flutter at his command, he leans down just a bit as he works you. "There you go, you're loosening up for me. Does it feel good like this?"

Are you having a filthy daydream of the pretty blue eyed doctor, or is he talking you through an orgasm?

"I... um... y-yes," your whisper escapes your lips with a sigh, Doctor Gojo's expert fingers curling up with precision, feeling you spasm and tighten, slick and hot around his digits. You're pulsing already, making him have to palm himself to adjust, before darting his thumb back to your clit. "Mnh... Doctor Gojo, I..."

"Your muscles are responding so well," fuck is everything sexy from his mouth? You're trying not to cum, but failing spectacularly, a dripping wet mess soaking his bare hand, the sounds of his fingers and your needy cunt loud. "Your pussy- I mean, um!? Vagina/vulva ah it's very um... pretty - healthy!?"

Satoru Gojo's glasses fog up just a bit, sweat beading on his brow, he doesn't know what's come over him - but he knows he needs you to cum for him, and he's not stopping until you do. Do you squirt, do you drip, do you get creamy?

Fuck he must know - for scientific purposes, that's why he's a doctor, right? Love of science and medicine?

How many oaths would it break if he were to breed his patient?

"I'm... your fingers ngh they're thick and - I mean!? Thorough! They're so thorough," you're rolling your hips up for every filthy thrust, Satoru leans low and practically inhales you, you feel something wet slap your clit, his eyes feral and black then behind lenses. "F-fuck... I mean!?"

"S'okay, we're - hah - helping the cramps, r-right?" He's scissoring his long fucking fingers in and out of your now sloppy little cunt, your nails press into his forearms, just making him moan softly.

"Yes, helping them, mhm," your eyes roll back in your skull, nails digging in his pale skin and leaving cresenct marks, the sweet scent of your arousal filling his senses, overtaking the sterile alcohol in the room. God if he could bottle your pussy juice he would. "You're s-such an amazing um... d-doctor!"

"Thank you, I t-take my... career... so seriously," he's about to bust in his pants, damn near acting as if he's never seen a pussy before yours, but he's not ever been affected. You're pulsing and tightening down then, clamping his fingers and sucking them inside, teeth clenched. "Remember, eyes on me, sweetheart. For... medical reasons."

Your eyes focus on his, he crooks those fingers up one more time, a mess pouring as he does, and he watches his pretty patient cum on his fingers. You're so loud he has to pull up, slamming a big palm on your cute lips, muffling your desperate cries as he shoves them in fully, heel of his hand massaging your needy clit.

"Mmph!" You're blacking out nearly, hardly able to keep that eye contact, with the doctor whose glasses have slipped down the bridge of his nose, his lips spit slicked. You're gushing down his fingers, louder and louder as he eases them in and out slower, pushing you over the edge again.

"Fuck," he murmurs, cursing at his lack of professionality, leaning back to see just how you cum. "Creamy, fuck."

"H-huh?" Your voice is still muffled, he moans, looking and the milky ring formed at the bottom of his fingers, he almost sinks to his knees with you still in that fucking hospital gown, instead gently easing them out, watching your hole twitch as he spreads your lips.

"Your response to stimulation, it's scientific you see - creaming or squirting."

"Oh, it is?" He feels himself pressing hard against his boxers, leaking through and leaving a wet spot in his scrubs, blush furiously smattered on his cheeks. "Which is better?"

Anything you do.

"They're both healthy responses," he wants to suck his goddamn fingers so badly, but he has already crossed every fucking line known to man, so instead he hovers a moment, wanting to ask about you. who are you, are you single - it says yes on your chart sure, but still. What do you like? Do you play video games?

He's imagining a date right now - him, Doctor Gojo, a man who's all about his business can't stop getting flustered from your pretty little pussy that's leaking your cum still. He turns then, unsure of what to say, as your thighs tremble, your breath quickening.

You feel so embarrased! You're thinking he wanted you to cum, what if he was just... like helping? Examining? You've never even really been to a gyno before! You hastily put a sheet on, looking down nervously as he stands there, fingers still in your slick.

"I'm so sorry!"

"What!? Why? Did you um... enjoy the exam?" He asks, you nod shyly, he is so close to busting he has to do something. "I'll be right back with your uh... results, just hold on, okay?"

He rushes to the bathroom, leaning back and shutting the heavy door, sucking your juices off his fingers and moaning, using his other hand to free his aching cock. God it's hard, sticking to his boxers, he has to tug it free and slowly stroke it, moaning softly.

"Go ask her out," he whispers to himself, with every stroke of his hand, every glide around the thickness he almost stuffed inside you on that patient bed. He can't with himself, what is going on, he's never like this!?

God your taste.

"Maybe we could hah go to a movie?" He practices in the mirror, seeing his disheveled appearance, cock loud with every fwap as he jerks it quickly, trying to finish before he looks more suspicious. He whimpers your name and flutters his eyes shut, picturing your cunt grippin' his cock like a vice, moaning as he cums.

White spurts everywhere, all over his hands, all over the sink, he curses with a shaky breath, cleaning it frantically when he rushes back out, and you're all dressed, holding your purse. He falters, suddenly shy as you tuck your hair behind your ear, the taste of your cunt still coating his tongue.

"I ah... think your cramps could be a lot of tension," he manages to say softly. "And elevated hormones, just a bit too much estrogen, but not enough for concern."

"Thank you so much, um, what should I do for them?"

"Warm compress, a hot bath, ibuprofen," his dick, his mouth, his fingers, god use him. "All of that should help a long with..."

"Orgasms?"

"Y-yes, they can help," you rush off suddenly then, and Gojo curses, pacing back and forth in his office.

God why couldn't he ask you out!? After he sucked your cum off his fingers no less?

Suddenly, Satoru has quite an idea - his fucked out brain thinks so, at least. He sits at his little desk and pulls up his laptop, starting to type notes into your patient portal, smirking as he does. He's sure you're the type to check them, so he wonders if you'll get the code here.

***Patient comes in with an exceptionally tight set of muscles, and was having some trouble with cramping, as well as pain during sex. She was a good girl for me beautiful example of a patient, her responses were so good, she listened to all instructions from the doctor. Her cunt vagina was a pretty shape, color, and had a lovely taste consistency.***

Satoru grins, inserting his phone number throughout the message in little places, heart racing.

God he wonders if you like Digimon or Pokemon? He could handle either, if it meant being with you.

***The patient should come back for more visits to work on relaxing her stupidly tight vagina, she took well to treatment, she should cum come more often to make sure she's comfortable and resolves any cramps in the future. Patient should contact me with any questions are you free on friday? or concerns.***

He's sure you never saw the damn notes when a week goes by, when he gets a call, answering it in the middle of lunch. "Gojo speaking."

"Um... hi... it's..."

"Oh my god!? Hi!" He almost knocks his coffee over, so fucking excited he's grinning, he can't see your nervous blush on the other line, chewing your thumb and taking shaky breaths. "How are you?'

"I'm good, I am uh... maybe insane but, would you like to go out-"

"Yes."

You blink then. "Um, I didn't say where?"

"Anywhere." You giggle, and he throbs from that, sighing and shutting his eyes. "I'll take you anywhere."

"All right, Doctor Gojo I'll send you where to pick me up," you hang up shakily, and Gojo makes quite a loud shout that the entire office hears.

"Back to work, ahem." He says, stepping out, but he cannot keep the smile off his face.

Perverted and cute???? bahaha this was a Patreon idea actually those chats get a little insaneee

[owwllly]

gentlmen higuruma and nanami

[teethjarz]

old drawing, from July 2024

this did embarrassingly well on twitter so i feel obligated to share here aswell

[quackysprouts]

zombie leon instinctually eats anything that moves (that is non-human), even after he regains partial lucidity.

[revolvingsaturn]

𝜗𝜚 nerdjo getting a nosebleed- because you’re too pretty for him to handle!

more like this

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You don’t really have any reason to be wearing the lingerie that you are. It isn’t his birthday- or your birthday, even- finals finished ages ago, and neither of you have received any exams back. You suppose you just felt like it; the set has been lying dormant- lacy, pretty, and powder-blue, straight out of Satoru's fantasies- at the back of your wardrobe for months.

Until tonight, when you’d practically floated into Satoru’s dorm room wearing it, and he’d choked so hard on his energy drink you worried you’d have to give him the Heimlich.

“Oh my fucking god-“ he’d blurted, palms already clammy and cock already stirring beneath his underwear. You’d just giggled.

And now, here you are- lying back on his bed, elbows propping up your torso as Satoru shakily kisses across your body. He’s already mouthed across your chest, darkened patches on the lace covering your chest a testament to the drool pooling in his mouth.

“So pretty…” he mumbles, eyes struggling to stay open behind his condensation-fogged glasses.

Two fingers are already crooking indecently well inside you, fingerpads brushing over that little spot Satoru knows all too well. Your hands thread lazily through his hair, eyelashes drooping to cloud your blurry vision; you'll flip him over in a few minutes, after he's had his fill between your thighs and he's too stupid to do anything but lie there and take whatever you decide to give him.

"Feels good." You mumble, thighs shaking just a little around his wrist. "Yeah? Can I- can I use my mouth?" Satoru asks, blue eyes peering desperately up at you as he scissors his fingers to punctuate the words.

"Mmm.. okay." Like you'd ever refuse him- but it's funny to watch the needy furrow between his eyebrows as he works his hand harder, thumb circling your clit as accurately as he'd solve an equation.

Although, maybe not quite as accurate; he's slipping, the sheer amount of slick you're exuding is slithering into the lace of your powder-blue panties and cobwebbing across his hand. In fact, you wouldn't be totally surprised if it was dripping down his wrist.

He’s working his way down now, teasing himself more than anything else. Lace folds easily under his touch, creasing below pale hands as your boyfriend grips your waist to ground his body.

You sigh airily, skin trembling just enough to be noticeable as his hand slides under the pretty elastic of the blue waistband. Everything tingles in breathless anticipation for his mouth, for his lips to seal over your clit and gloss your already wet panties with his spit.

And then, you frown instinctually. There’s something warm spreading across your front, barely there- and it isn’t your own slick, because Satoru is still nosing at your stomach-

His nose.

“Toru…” you say warily, fingers resting softly on the little spikes of snowy white atop his head, “Toru, look at me.”

He does- obviously, he’ll do anything you tell him to- and when his unfocused, gorgeous eyes snap to yours, you gasp.

“You’re bleeding!”

“Huh?”

“Satoru, look-“ you say, panicking as drips of crimson smear across the thin fabric, “your nose-“

It’s a stark contrast to the pale skin of his face, two messy streams of gloopy crimson decorating his upper lip. And his fingers, as he tentatively swipes through the blood.

“Oh.” He says embarrassedly, “fuck, sorry, I’ve ruined your underwear-“

“I don’t care about the lingerie, Satoru! Are you okay?” You worry, trying not to stare too hard at the blooming mess of scarlet he’s made of the pale blue. It’s seeping through onto your skin, a few tiny dots transferring from the fabric to your stomach.

He just presses his cheek into your hand and blushes furiously. “Sorry…” he mumbles, “I didn’t think this would happen again.”

“Again?” You question, brows tilting in surprise. “When did it happen before?”

“Oh." He blushes furiously, like he forgot he wasn't supposed to tell you. "Uh, like, two days ago.” You wrack your brain- two days ago… had he even done anything to cause a nosebleed? He never fought, was (usually) pretty careful about not smacking into solid objects, and all he was doing two days ago was…

You tap your chin in thought. “What, when I sexted you?” It comes back to you now, the videos of his messy cock lighting up your phone screen while you balanced your phone in one hand to take a picture of your tits.

“Yeah…” Satoru mutters, “it happens when I’m… well, when you’re here, I guess. It’s stupid.”

"It's kind of cute, actually." You muse, cautiously wriggling away from the steady drip-drip-drip of scarlet from his face as you talk.

"S'not." He sulks, "and now I can't even- you can't- you looked so fucking pretty, and I ruined it for us."

"Aww, another time, then. We have all weekend-" he perks up at that, "-but I think we should give it a rest until tomorrow, okay?"

You stifle a giggle at his sullen expression, and slide off the bed to grab a thick wedge of tissue paper from the bathroom. “Oh, and you’re still bleeding. By the way.” You observe unhelpfully, dabbing at the blood dripping from his nose.

“It’s, um, it might help if you…” he says softly, voice cracking as his hands flex at his sides, “if you cover up. I can’t help it if you’re dressed like- like that.”

“Oh. Okay.” You tug the closest available thing over your messy hair- Satoru’s oversized Digimon shirt, as it stands, and go straight back to mopping him up.

“How are you bleeding more?!” You huff, kneeling in front of him on the bed. “You can’t even see my tits anymore!” Blood continues to seep into the tissue, flowing stickily onto the paper; you watch, incredulously.

“I can.. uh... still see your thighs.” He mumbles.

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a/n: drools

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[elliesmoth-deactivated20260503]

I simply can't with this man-

[bluemuffin-draws]

The modders are feeding us well

[leonsvampire]

my daily view

[za-ra-h]

Leon Kennedy, because I’m obsessed with him rn and I can’t just draw a normal thirst trap without something spooky.

[vila777]

Everyone knows i wanna lick on old man Leon.

But rookie Leon...? I wanna cook him a warm meal. I want to pick out clothes for him to wear after a shower. Imagine just helping him clean the dirt off his face. Just care for him, man. Such a light in his eyes </3

Rookie Leon, you will forever make me feel maternal, i love you </3

[larvamars]

what that tongue do

[vowheavyyz]

Soooo what if Leon’s wife (reader) gets used as bait to get him to come back to raccoon city???? Gotta love a rescue mission

┆  -    ۫ ׅ   "if she dies, there's nothing in the world left for me anymore." (sneak peek)

Being Leon's wife was hard, especially when you get kidnapped at night, while Leon had no idea until he returned to an empty home.

𝓛 EON SCOTT KENNEDY :: Your protective husband.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤnow playing - My Way Of Life by Frank Sinatra

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⸝⸝ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is a sneak peek of a fic :: 𝓛eon kennedy x fem!reader

╰┈➤  ｡  content & warning(s) :  This is a sneak peek! This is not the finished fic yet! established relationship, angst mixed with comfort at the end, this takes place in RE9, rescue mission mixed with the plot of RE9, implied pregnancy, protective!leon, Leon immediately locks in, small age gap, Ed and Lorraine type of dynamic, Leon doesn't play about his wife.

full fic: here

word count: 1,434 (1k)

author's note: ahh! I love your thinking, anon. I hope this is what you asked for. I'm planning on making this a 5k to 6k fic for you! Please let me know if you want any changes to this. This is a preview of an upcoming fic!

summary / synopsis : You return home after a long day at work, expecting a normal night. You were getting ready for bed as you waited for your husband, when the electricity went out, startling you. But before you could call your husband, you were kidnapped by a certain doctor. Leon comes home to find you gone, and he isn't happy at all.

Your protective husband, Leon, never liked the idea of leaving you home alone, especially someone with a past like his. He had a major fear of something happening to you; he didn't ever want to think about someone kidnapping you as bait, yet it appears his greatest fear was about to hit him and hard.

You were returning home after a long shift at your work, driving on the familiar road as you listened to old music on the radio, which filled the silence in the car. watching as cars drove past you, it was getting late. You were sure that Leon was still busy investigating that virus he didn't want to tell you about. You could only hope that your husband was okay, along with Sherry.

unaware of the danger lurking at your house or what was going to happen to you soon and fast, yet as you pulled into the driveway, you noticed something odd: the porchlight was on. You recalled that you left it off when you left for work, and Leon hasn't returned home. You made sure of this by looking for his familiar Porsche, yet nothing.

But then again, you have a bad memory sometimes, maybe you did leave it on? That should have been a major red flag, but you dismissed it as a bad memory, since you've done that a few times in the past. letting out a soft sigh as you parked on the familiar driveway, putting the car in park as you turned the headlights off.

Something in your gut told you to stay in the car, to not get in the house, and just call Leon. Maybe you were just stressed out from work, tired that your own body was playing tricks on you again, but even as you turned off the engine, your gut feeling got even worse.

grabbing your purse from the passenger's seat as you dug through it for a moment, looking for your phone before you pulled it out, unlocking it quickly as you scrolled through your contacts, your finger hovering over your husband's number. He was busy with that investigation. You shouldn't bother him with your paranoid behaviour.

Yet even as you thought that, something just felt so off. Deciding to be on the careful side, you decided to send Leon a quick text, asking him if he had gotten home earlier than you and turned the porchlight on, yet even as you waited for your husband's response, something about the situation felt odd; he would've told you if he did.

As the minutes ticked by so slowly, he didn't reply. He was probably busy, deciding to brush it off as you were tired from work, grabbing your purse and keys as you opened the car door, getting out as you closed the door behind you, making sure to lock the vehicle. As you walked to the porch, with each step, it felt heavier than the last.

You unlocked the front door, stepping inside as you made sure to check your surroundings first. You may be tired right now, but one thing you learnt from being Leon's wife was to always double-check everything, especially in moments like these. You closed the door behind you and locked it.

putting your purse down on the console table as you opened one of the drawers, digging through it for a moment or so until you finally found the hidden pistol, making sure it was loaded, and thankfully it was, kicking off your heels as you placed them to the side, you didn't bother to relax, deciding the check the whole house before you could even do anything along those lines.

You made sure all of the windows were locked and sealed shut, as well as the back door, turning the security system on. Once you made sure the house was locked tight, you finally relaxed, your muscles aching with some of your fingers cramping from typing all day, putting the pistol down on the kitchen counter.

You should probably get ready for bed; you definitely need to wash your face after having makeup on all day. letting out a tired sigh as you made your way to the bedroom, walking into the bathroom that was connected to the room, taking off your work clothes, and putting the clothes into a basket before finding something to sleep in.

Yet as you started to wash your face, barely turning on the sink before the electricity suddenly went out. startling you as you immediately turned off the tap water, that gut feeling from earlier? It got even worse, and this time, you believed it.

immediately rushing out of the bathroom and your bedroom, making your way towards the kitchen to get the pistol that you had left on the counter earlier, only to find that it was gone. Someone was inside your house. Like any rational person, you grabbed one of the knives from the kitchen drawer and walked towards the front entrance.

digging in your purse for your phone, and as soon as you found it, you unlocked it immediately, your fingers rushing to try to call your husband, but before your finger could press on the call button, that's when you heard a thud from behind you.

putting your phone in your front pocket so you wouldn't drop it and to also hide it, as you whipped around, only to find someone standing meters away from you. Before you could process it, his calloused hand wrapped around your neck, surprising you, but you quickly took the moment to stab whatever you could.

As everything had faded to black, you heard a groan from the stranger, followed by the dripping of something that you could only presume was blood. That's when your vision faded to black, your body going limp soon after.

Leon got home late. Later than he ever expected, but mostly since he was investigating alongside Sherry the mysterious string of deaths of the Raccoon City incident, driving the familiar road before he eventually arrived at the familiar house, seeing your car parked, he assumed that you were either waiting for him or sleeping since all of the lights were out.

driving into the driveway as he put the Porsche in park, turning the engine off with a click before he grabbed his belongings and got out of the car, closing the car door from behind him as he walked towards the porch, digging through his jacket's pockets for the keys, yet, as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he found that it was left unlocked.

Leon immediately became alerted, dropping the keys as they hit the ground with a clink! But he didn't care, grabbing the gun from his harness as he pushed the door open, immediately seeing the puddle of blood. It was like memories flashed through his mind, memories of you.

It immediately stirred ugly feelings in his stomach, something he didn't want to feel. that he never wanted to feel, rushing further into the familiar house as a string of curses was muttered under his breath, thinking of the worst as his heart ached.

But before Leon could search the whole house, making his way towards the kitchen, where he saw polaroids after polaroids littering the floor and counters. picking one of them up, noticing that you and he were in the picture, up close, in the kitchen. That was two weeks ago when you two had cooked together.

Leon immediately understood what happened, dropping the polariod to the ground as he crushed it under his boot, his gloved hand clenching, the leather making a sickening noise as he cursed under his breath. The timing just couldn't be perfect. It was clear that whoever had taken his wife was watching him and her for weeks.

planning this so exactly that it made Leon even angrier for not noticing the signs earlier, for not being there for you when you needed it so desperately. Leon had never felt this type of ugly feeling in such a long time; it made his heart ache. knowing that he's failed you as a husband.

But the person who had taken you forgot one little thing. You were his wife. And if you knew Leon, then you would know that he doesn't like what is his being taken away from him so blatantly. One thing about Leon is that he'll stop at nothing to get you back safely.

even if it means going through hell and back just to see his pretty wife in his sight again.

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reminder :: this is just a sneak peek of an upcoming undeveloped fic for this anon; it is yet to be finished and will most likely be uploaded in a few days.

[uramakimochi]

Please write more of Re 9 leon 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Of coursee!!

Btw to the anon that sent me all those ideas for the serie, if you're reading this, thank you so muchhh i'll make sure to include them❣️

CAN YOU WATCH MY PARENTS FOR ME?

Leon Kennedy x Reader

from my new serie "Keeping up with the Kennedys"

[a modern non-canon!au where Leon and his family are the most famous family of TikTok. Against his will]

SUMMARY: Luna asks her followers to watch her parents while she's gone for a bit (the TikTok trend yk).

WARNINGS: nothing, just domestic fluff. RE9/Older!Leon + Fem!Wife!Reader. You and Leon are boomers and don't know what's going on inside your kids' head.

The weekend had finally arrived.

Leon loved the weekend.

Why? Well, obviously because it meant it had come the time when he could spend the whole day with his family, laughing, having fun, and cuddling. No work, no worries, no nothing. Just him and his family. Especially his beloved sweet wife.

So that's how you and Leon found yourselves that rainy afternoon, cuddled on the living room couch, with you leaning against him and him with one arm wrapped around the back of the couch, while you absentmindedly stroked his leg with your thumb.

The TV was on in the background, your eyes glued to the screen, wearing comfortable clothes, while the kids were in their rooms minding their own business or doing their homework.

Leon's lips were slightly curved upward at the thought of that familiar coziness brought by the warmth of your body against his. It was all perfect.

Suddenly, however, the sound of familiar footsteps padding on the floor interrupted the relaxed atmosphere. You were the first to look up to see Luna, your 17-year-old middle daughter, coming down the stairs and walking right towards you both.

Leon looked at her too, but just as you were about to ask if she needed anything, she spoke. Or rather, not to you or Leon, but to her cell phone, as if she were on a video call with her friends.

"Could you guys watch my parents for a second?" she said hastily to her screen. "Thanks"

As she spoke, you and Leon looked at her in silence, believing she was actually on the phone with someone. And it wouldn't have surprised you if it weren't for the fact that a few seconds after those words your daughter had placed her phone on the coffee table, which was between the TV and the couch where you and your husband were sitting. The screen was facing you and you could see your own figure and Leon's, watching you in return, sitting next to each other, doing nothing.

Meanwhile Luna, after leaving her phone on in front of you, had turned on her heels to walk away, going up the stairs without saying anything.

Leon rotated his head to follow her, looking at her confused. "Sweetheart?" he tried to call her as she went, but there was no answer from her.

He then turned back at you with a questioning look and you shrugged. "Maybe she went to the bathroom...?" you murmured, unsure yourself.

Both you and your husband turned to look at her phone screen again, silently staring at yourselves being filmed on that little technological device.

"Uh..." Leon broke the silence, speaking slowly. "Should we do something or..."

"I have no idea" you replied, continuing to stare at yourself as you grabbed the remote with one hand to pause the movie on the tv while you waited.

Silence fell again.

And not one of those comfortable silences you and Leon basked in when you had some private quality time. It was a strange silence, full of confusion and questions. Where was your daughter? Why had she left her phone there? Who had she talked to? Why? When would she be back?

You turned your head slightly to see your husband's face with the corner of your eye and a small laugh escaped your lips at the serious, penetrating gaze with which he was staring at the screen.

"Leon" you called him amused, patting his thigh affectionately. "Stop glaring, honey"

Your husband turned back to you, his eyebrows furrowing over his clear blue eyes in confusion. "I'm not doing anything"

"Yes, you are. You're staring at that phone as if it's done something to you" you replied with another chuckle. "Keep it up and you'll end up staring a hole in the screen"

He shrugged, nodding toward the phone on the coffee table as his gaze relaxed just a bit.

"Luna told them to watch us so i'm doing the same"

"Them who?" you asked, tilting your head with a blink of your eyes.

Leon sighed, exhaling through his nose. "I wish i knew that..."

You giggled again, letting yourself lean back against his side as you continued to stroke his leg. Leon took the opportunity to cover your hand with his free one, his fingertips gently caressing the back of your hand.

"I swear if this is for another of those stupid TikTak videos—"

"TikTok, bub" you corrected him gently.

"Whatever" he scoffed. "We were busy and i'd like to finish the movie"

"We'll finish it in a bit"

Leon sighed again. He loved his kids with all his heart, but whenever one of them came out with weird ideas like that.. God, he just didn't get them.

His attention was then drawn to your warm hand under his, his gaze swiping over the wedding band on your ring finger before trailing over the back of your hand.

"Your skin's a little dry..." he murmured as he started a new conversation, now completely ignoring his daughter's phone, which was still recording. "Have you been using your lotion?"

You looked down at your hand too at his words, and your lips curled into a small pout. "Oh, i ran out of it and forgot to buy a new one"

He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers still rubbing the length of yours, feeling the contrast between his rough skin and your soft one, despite being a bit dry.

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow" he simply said.

You nodded gratefully, already knowing from the tone of his voice that it was pointless to protest and tell him you'd do it yourself. He was stuck on that now, and there was no way you could change his plans.

"Thank you, love" you leaned over to kiss him on his stubbled cheek and his lips curved upward by instinct while you kept talking. "Oh, and remember to get the tube with the red cap, not the white one please"

"Yes, ma'am"

He just nodded with a gentle smile, listening intently. He always did when it came to your needs.

"Ah! And do you remember my pregnant co-worker?" you added, leaning back on the couch to get a better look at him. "She gave birth a few days ago and she told me we can go visit her if we want. Is that okay?"

Leon nodded again without hesitation, his palm now moving from stroking your hand to your knee, alternating between slow caresses and small taps. "Of course baby, we'll go to the hospital whenever you want to"

"Oh wait, maybe we could go tomorrow with the kids and then on the way home we'll stop by the store to get my cream"

"We can do that too"

You and your husband continued chatting for a few more minutes, while your daughter's phone, now completely forgotten on the table by both of you, kept recording the conversation, which took place amid laughter and gentle caresses and that was perfectly capturing the way Leon was looking—no, admiring— you while you rambled, his eyes fixed on your bright ones and his lips curled into that fond lovesick smile he reserved only for you.

And then, after a while, your daughter's voice finally echoed from the stairs as she came down with a broad, almost excited, smile on her lips.

"I'm back, sorry i took so long" Luna said with a chuckle. "Have you guys been good?"

You and Leon turned to look at her, watching her pick up her phone from the table.

Whether she was talking about you and Leon or the supposed 'guys that were to watch you', you had no idea.

"Where were you?" you asked her.

"Good for whom?" Leon asked at the same time.

She giggled, finally pausing the video and looking up at you. "I just had to do something" she replied simply while waving a hand dismissively, flashing you that sweet, bright smile of hers, yet full of mischief and playfulness.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to ruin your movie-time. I'll leave you alone now"

And with that, she walked away again, as if nothing had happened.

You and Leon exchanged a confused look again, until he shook his head with an amused smile. When it came to Luna and her ideas, you both knew better than to ask questions.

"Shall we continue?" he asked.

You smiled and without thinking twice you snuggled back into his side, picking up the remote again as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, tilting his head over yours.

COMMENTS

user: them being yapper and listener couple i love them so much

user: they're definitely orange cat and black cat too

user: the way he looks at her omfg he's so in love *sticker of Spongebob biting his pillow and crying*

user: i feel like i'm third-wheeling...

user: not Leon calling it TikTak💀

moonylunak: he's old he doesn't remember anything🫩

user: he's so done with our generation and we live for it

user: the fact that they ignored the phone and just fell into a comfortable conversation so casually like they were completely alone (they technically were but you know what i mean)

user: istg if my boyfriend is not someone like this man with his wife then i don't want him

user: Leon staring at the phone like it was my fault👁️👄👁️

user: they were so confused my babies😭🥺

user: they're older than you

user: my older babies who i'd die for😊

user: he'd go buy her lotion without a hint of hesitation *sticker of guy screaming on the floor*

user: please can i have him?

moonylunak: Yes but Mom comes with the package just so you know

user: even better *sticker of ugly Sonic rubbing his hands*

user: they're so cute (Annabelle get them)

IF YOU HAVE TRENDS OR PRANKS THAT THE KIDS COULD PULL ON THEIR BOOMER DAD OR THEIR MOTHER OR FIC IDEAS, JUST LET ME KNOW^^

[kravchikinsecteater]

Anon stimulated my brain to draw slobbery kisses

(I also want to say that Pusher face is inspired by one of art of @dopehorses )

Like, here it is. And to top it all off, here are some silly pics with them.

[xphantasmagoria]

‘till the end.

[leonsleatherjacket]

shy! leon's assistant! reader x re9! leon

Summary: A messy confrontation with your mother, a kiss with your boss and a meeting at the DSO to talk about your collapse in the elevator were just ingredients for something unpleasant.

Two weeks from work should feel like a break, but everything begins to unravel instead. Something "simple" becomes something neither of you can manage and keep buried.

part 6 of this

Your shoulders dropped as soon as you entered your house, placing your bag on the side. Before you could flick the light switch on, the strong, sickly smell of perfume hit your nose, and your mother’s handbag sat on the kitchen table. Your eyes traced the line of the sharp heel and then the rigid figure of your mother. Shit.

She was an icicle. Perfectly composed, sharp and cold, and capable of cutting someone without ever needing to open her mouth.

“May I ask who just dropped you off?” she asked, making the hairs on your skin stand on end. She pushed herself out of her seat, making herself visible, her heels hitting against the floor, each one sounding like the crack of a whip.

Pearls hung around her neck; her lips pinched like she swallowed a lemon. The whole house felt much smaller with her in it.

“M-Mom?” you stammered, heat creeping on to your face. Feeling foolish in your pyjamas and Leon’s hoodie loosely over the top, you shuffled away from her shyly.

“Answer my question,” she snapped.

Your mother was a switch. One second, she could be combing your hair, telling you how pretty you are, and then the next she would be refusing to speak to you.

Everything came with a price, and you just kept on giving.

“Just a- a co-worker,” you mumbled, fiddling with the zip on his hoodie. Her flaring, protruding, judgmental stare was piercing right through you.

Despite her icy ways, she had a talent for setting the people around her on fire and watch until they became ashes.

“Not the agent you work for, I hope,” she said, arching a brow, “You spent the entire weekend with him?”

“It’s none of your business, I’m an adult now, I can make my own decisions,” your fists clenched, but your gaze remained on the floor.

“Clearly.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to dinner. I had a fever, I went unconscious-” you tried to apologise before she could fire the bullet of accusation.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” she asked.

“That was wrong, I know, but I just needed time to recover, and I was going to call you as- as soon as I got home, I swear,” you stuttered through every word, your fingers clinging around Leon’s hoodie tightly.

“You embarrassed us.”

“I know and I swear next time this won’t—“

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point?” you said louder, making your mother’s eyes widen.

“You don’t show up to a dinner with important people, and instead you go running off with your boss over the weekend and don’t contact me at all!” she raised her voice, but her body remained still, “I was worried sick. But you’re busy flirting your way up the ladder I see.”

“It wasn’t like that, Mom, he was making sure I was okay after I collapsed, please, believe me,” you begged, wanting her to believe in the best version of you, but all she ever saw in you was your mistakes.

One big body of mistakes and wasted potential.

Her eyes narrowed, sharp and unyielding. “And yet, you didn’t tell me. You didn’t even answer my calls. Do you know how that looks?”

“I was sick!” you exclaimed, meeting her eyes but the pure force of her stare brought yours back to the ground.

“Excuses! Always excuses with you! Have some respect for your family before you go sleeping around with your boss!” she yelled and added, “God, your brother would’ve never done that.”

You hated how she was twisting Leon into something ugly. You hated how she had to compare you to your brother as one final twist of the knife. You hated how she only ever filtered you for your errors.

“Stop comparing me to him, I will not and will never be him!” you hissed, pointing at her with a trembling finger, “Leon was just making sure I was okay, I swear it wasn’t anything more, you know I earned that position!”

She eyed your clothes. You tensed, bracing yourself for the next criticism because that’s all you ever did when you lived with her.

“How am I supposed to believe that? I saw you kissing him.”

Your heart dropped.

“K-kissing him?”

“Don’t lie to me, I wasn’t born yesterday y/n,” she sighed, already reaching for her handbag.

“I just- he looked after me and I- it was a reflex,” you explained, the words sounding weak and pathetic even to your own ears.

“A reflex? Oh, so a reflex makes you behave like a teenager and totally disregard your parents’ feelings.”

You were bringing shame to your family’s name. Just behave like an adult for once.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for humiliating you and dad,” you apologised, folding yourself up and letting her step all over you.

“Next time, no disappearing acts. Your brother was leading teams on broken ribs and could still contact us, you have no excuse for a fever,” she said coldly, sliding the bag strap over her shoulder.

“Yes, Mom,” you mumbled, your eyes beginning to sting.

“Good. Now rest.” She said, pausing halfway through your door. “You’ve clearly had enough excitement for the weekend,” she muttered and shut the door behind her, leaving you with tears in your eyes in the darkness of your house.

You couldn’t have one nice thing without your parents ruining it all for you. As if everything you ever wanted was a stack of plates, and with each plate they smashed on the floor, was another dream of yours shattered into smithereens.

The insecurity she had planted within you soon began to seep into your mind, because maybe it was best to resign from your position. You couldn’t handle it. You were messing around with your boss. Kissing him, what were you thinking?

Your professionalism was inadequate. It was the right thing to transfer from your position.

You buried those thoughts.

You were indifferent to Monday mornings but specifically today you had a shared bitterness with the orange cat that hated Mondays.

It was pointless trying to hide the bags under your eyes and how pale you were, maybe you could gain sympathy from Head Office so they wouldn’t fire you in your meeting today.

Leon being there too was just the cherry on top of the cake. After you kissed him. Unprompted.

You slumped into your car and groaned and cursed before taking a deep breath in, straightening your back, and driving off.

The office was still the same. Still the same women dressed in long skirts and men in ties, the same hum of the vending machine and the clicking of keyboards. No one batted an eyelid at you, just the way you liked it.

“Hey—you must be the lady who keeps this place running,” a light, younger voice called out, footsteps padding behind you.

“Huh—?” you turned around to be met by a man who was about your height, maybe a little taller, dressed in a blue long-sleeved shirt and a deep red tie. His chestnut hair was neatly combed back and in the seeping morning light it had flecks of a deeper auburn.

“Oh sorry, y/n, right?” he apologised, offering you a crooked smile and extending his hand.

“Yeah… yeah that’s me,” you mumbled, observing the confident character in front of you as you shook his slightly clammy hand.

“My name is Julian. I just transferred here,” he began, seeing your posture continue to crumble, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I hope it’s only good,” you let out a nervous laugh, your shoulders bouncing up and down too dramatically.

“From what I’ve heard you’re essentially the backbone of this place,” he explained, his hand weaving through his hair. “I was told if I got lost or confused, I should come to you.”

“I mean… I can try.”

A deep voice cut through the room, calling your name. Your head snapped in the direction of the familiar sound; you didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“Coming!” you yelled back, giving Julian a small smile, hoping he would notice the dynamic between you and your boss, and disappear.

“Your boss?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow, slightly amused.

“Yeah. I have a meeting. It was nice meeting you Julian—“ you brought up your hand to wave, but he stepped forward.

“Well, how about coffee, me and you sometime?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Oh- I’ll, um, have to see I’m quite busy at the moment, kind of, you know. I’ll let you know,” you stammered, how could a rookie be more fluent than you?

“Busy, huh?”

“I—I need to go, my boss, you see—”  you gestured to behind you, a heat crawling on your cheeks.

“I guess I’ll see you around then,” he winked, shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled away from you.

You let out a sigh of relief, heels clicking rapidly as you made your way over to Leon. He was stood outside the meeting room, back in one of his suits. It was hard to imagine him in his professional persona, considering you broke those walls only a couple of days ago. Considering you kissed him.

His eyes lingered on you for seconds too long, squinting at you, and then back at Julian who had strolled back to his desk.

“Who was that?”

“Just the newbie,” you mumbled, avoiding any topic of the kiss, “His name is Julian, I think.”

Both of you were now looking at Julian’s surprising nonchalance.

“Just the newbie,” he repeated, making you roll your eyes. He noticed your incredibly controlled breathing, softening his expression, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just- just a little nervous about this meeting,” you attempted to ignore the swirling anxiety in your stomach, your fingers picking at your hands.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. Remember what I said on Saturday, I’m not letting them fire you. They’d be a bunch of damn fools to even consider it,” his hand squeezed your shoulder.

“Then why are they calling me in for a meeting?!” you whispered, meeting his concerned stare.

“Because you collapsed in their elevator,” he said, “You won’t be alone, okay?”

“Okay,” you replied, your breath still shaky, but you nodded anyway.

“Good,” his hand gently held your lower back and guided you into the meeting room.

The two of you filed in after the other, ignoring the kiss that happened on Sunday, ignoring the resignation form, because he would rather never address any of it than lose you forever.

The glass table was long; three officials sat together on the end, opposite to two empty chairs. In front of them was one folder. You imagined your DSO ID photo sitting in front of them all tiny and scared.

“Morning Miss l/n. Mr Kennedy. Thank you for joining us this morning. Now, we are here to discuss the elevator incident that occurred on Friday evening,” one of them started, sliding out a piece of paper, all three of them now staring at it.

You gulped.

“You’ve been with us for almost a year now, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Your performance has been regarded as exceptional,” the other official said, their voice nasally, “However, there’s been a significant decline as of recent weeks.”

“I—” you stuttered, but took a deep breath in and then continued, “I understand that.”

You suddenly felt the hardness of Leon’s leather shoe against your ballet pump.

“We aren’t here to undermine your past work but the incident on Friday has raised concerns.”

“Concerns?” Leon questioned, leaning forward, “It should be a medical concern. Not a disciplinary concern.”

“Mr Kennedy, we appreciate your… perspective, but when your assistant, our employee, collapses in a government building it becomes a matter of reliability. We need all our employees stable.”

“I didn’t mean… for it to happen. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure recently,” you spoke up, trying your hardest to not let the shy girl you were, or still are, to come out of your mouth. You were certainly not going to lose this battle, not after the one with your mother.

“Yes, pressure that both we and Mr Kennedy were not aware of.”

Papers shuffled.

“That’s because she handles her work,” he said, his tone controlled but firm. “She doesn’t make a habit of complaining.”

“Honesty is key when it comes to maintaining a secure workplace, Mr Kennedy and if your assistant fails to do that, then your office will fall apart.”

“It’s not falling apart. Neither is she,” he said coolly, nothing slipping in his calm exterior.

“Well, then, Miss l/n. Do you think you are fit to continue working for Mr Kennedy?”

“Yes—yes I do.”

“To ensure our personnel is fit for duty we suggest that you undergo a medical and psychological evaluation.” Papers shuffled again. “And we are going to implement two weeks mandatory leave. We cannot rely on reassurances. We must rely on certainty, and we all believe this will be best for us and you.”

Something ugly boiled within you. You had devoted your entire life to this line of work, to this job and now they label you as unstable and needing a psychological evaluation. All because of some stupid collapse in the elevator.

You couldn’t trust yourself to be alone over the weekend. Let alone two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty-six hours.

“Two weeks? But I’m better, I can—,”

“This isn’t up for discussion, this is mandatory.”

“But—"

“You collapsed,” Leon stated, his words swiftly saving you from getting into an argument.

And that was that.

“I’ll see you in two weeks then, I suppose,” you said, outside of the meeting room. Your hand clutched tighter around your bag strap, glancing at his shoes.

Two weeks sounded easier when you said it. You saw the days stretching out ahead of you, unstructured by no routine and no purpose. It was petrifying.

 “Yeah… I’ll,” he cleared his throat like the words sat wrongly, “see you in two weeks.”

You nodded and turned your body, but something in his expression looked like he was going to say more, with the way his mouth stuttered open. There was something within him that was reluctant, but clearly determined the environment wasn’t correct for the topic and so he relaxed and decided on something else.

“Take care of yourself,” he said. An exhale followed.

“You too,” you smiled faintly at him and walked down the hallway.

He could see it all falling apart, everything the two of you had built in the spring, the shared evenings, the shared lunches, the shared lifts home. All of it had to unravel due to the hardships of life. Peace didn’t last long in his experience, he had become used to it by now, but there was something in his chest that twisted when he saw you walk away.

It’s only for two weeks. Get yourself together Kennedy.

His gaze lingered on you until you were out of sight, until Sherry had to grab his attention to break him out of his thoughts.

The office was grey. Autumn had begun to turn leaves into a flurry of oranges and browns and yellows, covering the pavements in a wet blanket. The flowers on your desk had wilted; the coat hanger now held Leon’s scarf.

The absence of your rapid typing and tapping of your foot was far too loud for Kennedy. His office felt so wrong only containing him. He enjoyed the way people entered his office to find you, their expressions warm and amiable, but when they walked over to him, they became hardened and cold. Now everyone entered with a seriousness on their face, and it bored him.

He wanted to see the smile on your face when he would tell you he bought cake from your favourite bakery, he wanted to see the relief in your posture when he would speak up for you in presentations, he wanted to see you.

He even noticed your sweet scent disappearing from his office. It soon was overpowered by the smell of leather and gun oil. You were falling through his fingers like sand, and there was nothing he could do but wait.

You weren’t having any better of a time either.

The laptop kept opening and closing. You organised your entire bookshelf, deep-cleaned the bathroom, scrubbed your entire floor and cleared out your cupboards. You wiped the picture frame of you, younger, in a pastel-pink frilly dress, held by your brother in his military uniform. You folded up Leon’s hoodie and placed it on your kitchen table.

It was still day one.

Rain gently pattered against your windows, streaking down and joining together before dripping off.

What did people usually do on their days off? The idea of sitting around and doing nothing scared you more than anything, because the mountain of your thoughts seemed too large to conquer, to come to peace with.

You certainly didn’t tell your parents about your mandatory leave.

Something in you missed the peace of walking out the DSO building with Leon, knowing the two of you would be together again the next day.

On one of your days off, people around your village were hanging up colourful bunting, setting up ladders. Women walked past you carrying shelves and boxes of books. An older man, greys now overwhelming his hair, was fiddling around with tying up the bunting on a ladder.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked curiously, your heart rushing already.

“Preparing for the book fair this weekend,” he replied, walking down the ladder to be on your level. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, gesturing to the large abundance of people manoeuvring books, signs and stalls, “Very busy time for our village! Families love our events.”

“Can I help?”

“’Course you can, Miss. C’mere and wrap this around for me, I’m sure your fingers will be much better than these sausages!” he laughed, wiggling his fingers before handing you the ribbon to the bunting and holding the ladder securely in place for you to climb up it.

Both of Leon’s hands were on his steering wheel, two fingers drumming along to the rock music he had blasting through his speakers. Buildings sporadically disappeared, and soon he was into the green fields that surrounded the city, coincidentally, the route to your village.

It wouldn’t hurt to check on you, it could just be a totally friendly thing, he thought as he indicated into your village.

As he drove further down the road, more and more families and kids appeared, the increase in decorations intensified. A sign read ‘Book Fair’ painted neatly in big blue letters.

He scoffed quietly to himself, thumb tapping once against the wheel.

His speed dropped as the road narrowed, tyres crunching lightly over gravel. Stalls lined the sides now, half-finished and bustling with life. Children darted between adults, laughter carrying easily through the open air.

You were right. Things seemed…  quieter out here. Small cottages and houses circled around the square. Patches of tender flowers reflected the sun, somehow holding a vividness in autumn. It was the type of village that belonged in a fairy tale.

Leon’s gaze ran over the crowd absentmindedly until his eyes landed on you.

Your demeanour was significantly different; he had to do a double take. Your hair wasn’t held in the same professional way you always styled it, it had caught the sun, softer than he has ever seen it before . It wasn’t the you he saw in the office, and it wasn’t the you he saw in his home.

A real smile was painted on your face, not the kind that was tight and forced when greeting co-workers or the nervous one when you were overwhelmed. It was perfectly you.

His fingers loosened around the steering wheel.

You were sat on a chair, holding open a book with colorful illustrations, a group of children sitting cross-legged in front of you on a rug. They weren’t fiddling or chasing each other around, they were totally entranced by your reading. As you turned the page and kept reading, some kids burst out giggling at your attempt at a dragon’s voice, and one small girl’s hands clung around your leg, your hand softly patting her head.

“Who’s that man over there?” one of the kids asked, your smiling expression shifted into something tight as you noticed the man dressed in black, leaning against his car.

Leon.

He looked out-of-place, alone at a family event. There was something in his face, the way he held himself, that something was weighing on him.

“Yeah, he keeps looking at us!”

“He’s looking at y/n! Do you think he has a crush on her?”

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“O-oh, uhm, no, sweetie, but maybe we could invite him over here?” you suggested, feeling a warmth touching your cheeks, and it definitely wasn’t the sun. He shifted, noticing that he had been caught, pressing his lips together. He walked over, standing awkwardly a few feet away.

“Do you want to come and read with us mister?”

“If that’s okay with you,” he replied, flickering back to you and the cluster of children at your feet.

“Of course it is,” you smiled, watching him place himself on the grass. You tried not to laugh at the sight of your boss sat at your feet with a bunch of children, but you didn’t want to embarrass him even more.

There were no strings holding you into the tight, nervous assistant that he sees on the daily, you were happy. Smiling. Radiant, almost. He wanted to convince himself it was just because you weren’t in your usual office wear, but it wasn’t. You were happier outside of work, happier without him around.

He had been thinking about you all week, and yet here you were, not a single worry holding you down. He thought that maybe what you said in your argument was true, that he was dragging you into his nightmare of a life because you had been the closest thing to warmth and closeness he had seen for so long.

You snapped the book shut.

“The end!”

“Another one! Another one!” the children chanted, clapping their hands with delight.

“I’m sorry but I think you parents will be wanting you back now!” you stood up, hearing the children groan and push themselves upwards.

You waved goodbye to them, feeling Leon’s presence at your side as the last of the children scattered to their parents. You wanted their effortless laughter to carry on within you, but something heavier settled in your chest.

“Thanks for staying,” you said, looking up at the towering man in front of you, his broad shoulders cutting out the beaming sunshine.

“Of course,” he put his hands in his pockets, “I didn’t know you did that.”

“Just something to keep me from going insane in my house,” you said, laughing nervously.

“You’ve got a way with them.”

Some kids ran past the two of you, shrieking and giggling, balloon animals in their sticky hands.

“Oh, it’s just reading to some kids, it’s nothing really.”

People behind stalls kept calling out the different food they were selling.

“They listen to you,” he assured.

That warm feeling in your cheeks happened again.

A silence occurred, but not a loud one, it was soothed by the laughter of children and parents. The cold wet smell of autumn was overrun by the sweet smell of candyfloss and popcorn.

The kiss and the resignation letter were still wavering in the air.

“About Sunday—” you started, feeling yourself drown already.

“Don’t,” he said, “This isn’t the place.”

“I mean, my house isn’t far away, we can always speak there,” you stammered, sharp pains beginning to grow in your chest as you tripped over the words.

“Don’t.”

“I just, I thought that you—"

“I know what you thought,” he said, not a recognisable emotion in his voice. Nothing you could cling on to or help you stay afloat.

“Leon— I don’t understand.”

“I think we both know that I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“And what is that?”

“Keeping this simple,” he stated.

“Simple,” you repeated, nodding your head slightly, more to yourself than him.

“Well,” you said, turning your back to him, “thanks for stopping by. I’ll see you around.”

Wallow. You wallowed. For the rest of the day. You despised letting a man have such control over your feelings, but you figured it was better to let it out than keep it inside. Face swollen and pink from crying, you felt like one huge idiot.

You collapsed in the elevator after working yourself into the ground, you’ve been assigned a mandatory psychological evaluation and now the man who you’d found yourself in love with for the past 6 months doesn’t want anything more to do with you.

Your mother’s disapproving face had been burned into your mind and now it was overlapping with Leon’s. Cold and distant.

You turned off the television and scrubbed at your face with the sleeve of your sweater, pacing around in the kitchen. You felt like one of those hamsters in tiny enclosures. Silence was too loud and the walls were too close.

The only person you could rely on was yourself, and you had been reminded of that over and over again, yet you couldn’t get it to stick in your mind. You couldn’t even say you were unacquainted to that hurtful internal wound in your chest, the one that throbbed when you were rejected by the people around you, because you were very familiar with it.

People were flawed, yes, it was hard to find someone perfect, but being hurt this way was something you never wanted to experience again.

The impulsive thought of running away seemed pleasant, you imagined yourself sitting on a beach in one of those picturesque postcards. Just to escape it all.

The ticking of the clock was mocking you.

Simple.

Right, because that’s what it was. Simple.

Nothing about the way he looked at you like you were worth something to protect, like you brightened his days—was simple.

His hoodie was still folded neatly on the table, his scent faintly embroidered on it.

You should have never kissed him. You crossed the line and now he was fixing it. Because that’s what he always did. Fix things.

A knock sounded at the door. You paused, to make sure you weren’t mishearing things.

Another knock, firmer this time. You slowly approached the door, and as you opened it, a sliver of navy was seen. The familiar chest pains twisted again.

“Hey,” Leon said, his tone quieter than usual.

“Leon?” your eyes traced around his open collar and wonky tie, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I was… nearby,” he cleared his throat, holding himself upwards by leaning on your door frame.

“…Leon.”

“Yeah. Alright. I wasn’t.”

There was the faint scent of alcohol woven on him, you were close enough to put a finger on it. His composure was slipping, and in his pale eyes there was the shine of something vulnerable.

“Are you drunk?”

“I just had a few,” he mumbled, running his fingers through his dishevelled hair.

“Why are you here?” you watched him cringe and then relax his face, like he was trying to process how he even got on your doorstep, as if his body moved before he could think.

“I—I just… I didn’t like how I left things,” he explained, his blue eyes lingering on your face. He was engulfed by the dark shade of the night, and your home was golden, like the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

“You told me to not talk about it,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I know. I was being an idiot; it was a mistake.”

“This isn’t fair Leon—I couldn’t even explain myself,” you muttered, exhausted from feeling everything.

“Because if we started talking, then it wouldn’t stay simple.”

“I didn’t ask for simple.” You stated coldly, arms crossed. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I know,” he repeated, quieter this time, his eyes flickering to the floor and then back to your warmly lit face.

The space between you was fragile, like one wrong word could splinter it and it’ll tear apart.

“You can’t drive home,” you sighed, “just… come inside.”

You stepped aside, gesturing him to come in.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his eyes lazily darting around your home, “Nice place…”

Everything was organised and structured to a meticulous degree. But there was a homeliness to it, the blankets on your couch were clearly handmade, on your fridge were fridge magnets from different places and there were books stacked everywhere, bookmarks poking out the edges.

“Thanks,” you replied, unsure what to do with your boss in your home, “Do you want me to get you some water and food?”

“That would probably be a good idea,” he followed you into the kitchen, observing your paintings that you hung up.

You started to open cupboards that you didn’t need to open, grabbing ingredients that never made any sense, because God, anything to stop your hands from shaking.

“I meant what I said at the fair,” he cut the silence.

“What?” you turned your head to him.

“About you… being good at it. You look different. Better,” he nodded towards you.

“Better without work?” you huffed, “Everyone thinks I can’t handle it.”

“Not everyone.”

“Leon this isn’t fair—you tell me to not talk about Sunday and now you come to my house like nothing happened like—“ you snapped, your eyebrows furrowing.

He walked towards you, driven purely by his desire.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have,” he murmured, a profound sadness in his eyes.

You looked back at him, your expression undeniably less sharp.

The space between you was barely there anymore—close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, the faint scent of alcohol and something distinctly him, the scent that made you ease in the office.

Your voice came out softer than before, your lips slightly parted.

“Leon…”

A warning, a question, an invitation.

He exhaled slowly, eyes dropping for just a second, to your soft lips, before forcing themselves back up.

You could see his control slipping, his careful exterior being stripped. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head.

“Tell me to leave.”

Note: Okay, it's finally here. This is the LONGEST chapter yet omg and I finally found out how to use em dashes. This chapter was going to be much longer but I decided to cut it up and make another chapter. Sorry for the wait and false promises, I am definitely not promising anything ever again LOL. I really struggled to know what to do next but I hope this is satisfactory. I hope everyone is okay, the UK is currently being blessed by the sun and it's sooo nice. Couldn't think of a song for this chapter but I did write it while listening to I Love You by Fontaines D.C. so maybe there's that. Wrote this instead of studying...

There will be 3 more chapters I believe, the part 7 will be preparing for Sherry's wedding, part 8 will be Sherry's wedding and part 9 will be... ykw. Chapters will come out slower because I don't wanna burn myself out and I gotta study booooo...

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