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| ♡ | Angst to comfort. Your ex who pushed you away because of his trauma pulls you back in after you stumble across him in the wrong place at the right time.

Warnings: Post breakup, alcohol, drunk Leon, themes of depression, reader gets described as pretty.

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It’s Friday night and you find yourself out with your friends. You guys decided to go to one of the local bars, maybe to get a guy or two to buy your drink which inevitably happened everytime you all went out. This hadn’t happened in a while though.

Not that no one’s been buying you drinks no your too pretty for that— you were just in a relationship so you weren’t going out as much. Not without your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who pushed you away. Your boyfriend who didn’t think you gave him a good enough reason to stay with you. Your boyfriend who didn’t let you pull him out of your thoughts.

Your ex boyfriend Leon Kennedy.

You tried to help him you really did. But he didn’t want your help or anyone else’s. He didn’t let you hold him at night anymore. He didn’t go out with you anymore. He didn’t even really smile at you anymore. And inevitably, he broke it off with you. Why wouldn’t he? He didn’t see a point to anything. Not after what he had to do to the president, not after having to take out his entire team for the second time.

So when you enter the bar with your friends and you skim over the people sat at the bar, you can’t help but feel a hollow feeling in your stomach at the sight of him. Your expression is blank. He has a whiskey glass in front of him and his head is down. Usually when you see a man at the bar on a Friday night they actually look quite happy. But Leon is far from the usual man. You knew that and that’s why you loved him and his determination. You’re stuck in place, your gaze locked on him. When his head lifted and he peered over to see whose stare he felt on him your eyes locked on each other. Upon realizing who you were, something in his face shifted. You couldn’t quite tell what it was. Maybe it was the whiskey in his system making him different or maybe it was just the fact you didn’t really know him anymore.

After being at the bar top with your friends, straying away from actually sitting at it, you hadn’t drank a single drink purchased for you. You didn’t even acknowledge the men who were ordering it for you. You honestly weren’t even acknowledging your friends. And then you hear it.

“I’m sorry sir but I can’t offer you anymore drinks.”

“‘M not even tipsy” he grunted.

The bartender decided that was a good time to reach over and collect his car keys.

“Those are mine.”

She looked slightly annoyed with him now, “I can’t allow you to leave here in your car sir, if you need help getting cab, I’ll gladly call one for you.”

Maybe this is a sign. Or something. Probably not but whatever…

You take the initiative to walk over to him when his head drops again and he doesn’t reply to the bartender.

“Do you want me to drive you home.”

He knows your voice. Maybe that’s why he tries avoiding your gaze or maybe it’s the burn sitting in his throat he’s trying to focus on. Not the thoughts in his head.

“Please.”

All you do is nod and he stands up stumbling almost imperceptibly so you hold onto his bicep. You tell yourself it’s to steady him but you know it really isn’t providing much support. He knows you loved his arms though so maybe it’s just you being in denial about reminiscing.

—

Eventually you guys made it to your car. You opened the door for him and as he sat down he let his head fall back and you leaned over to put his seatbelt on for him and his head tilted down slightly to look at you. You swear you saw a red tint rise up his neck.

Once you get into the car he speaks again. “Your place.” You almost don’t hear it at first.

Then he speaks again. “Can we…your place.”

Your head slowly turns to him and his head is still resting back on the seat but his gaze is locked on you.

You can’t mutter out a reply, all you can do is nod.

—

Once you guys arrive to your home, you help him out the car and guide him inside, onto the couch. He instinctively kicks his shoes off and puts his legs up to lay down while you go to the kitchen and get water and a bottle of Advil to leave on the end table.

“Do you need anything?”

“You.”

What.

“What?”

Tears begin clouding his eyes, making it look like his eyes are oceans. “Need you.”

You can’t bare to look at him. Not right now, and not like this. So your gaze drops to the floor.

“You’re drunk, Leon.”

And then he says it again. “Please.”

All you can do is shake your head, still not looking at him.

“Y/n, please.”

You finally look up, tears are leaving his eyes now. It hurts so bad to see him like this. It’s the most emotion he’s allowed you to see from him in months— no, maybe a year now. You take your shoes off and opt to sit on the other end of the couch, out of his way and not where he’s laying. The only light is coming through the window from the streetlights which seem to illuminate his face just perfectly.

Neither of you speak. For a while. And after a few minutes of sitting in silence that isn’t quite comfortable but isn’t awkward at the same time, you feel a shift in the couch. He turns his body and now his head is laying on your lap before you can process it and he’s just looking up on you. If there was a way to capture this moment and the look in his eyes, you wish you could.

“‘M sorry.”

Your hand finds its way to run through his hair, something he hadn’t allowed you to do in months. It was enough to make a jitter of sparks run through you.

His larger hand finds its way to your wrist, pausing your motion but not pushing you away.

“Y/n.”

Your eyes don’t leave him.

“I’m sorry.”

But you still don’t speak cause you don’t want to let your heart be broken a second time by whiskey. Eventually he is holding your wrist still laying his head in your lap. You eventually fall asleep in the uncomfortable position of sitting up in the couch.

—

In the morning you wake up to the sun blaring in your eyes and a pain in your neck. You aren’t sitting up anymore though. You don’t know what happened that could’ve possibly led to you ending up in his arms. Maybe it was the fact he was now awake, hand running up and down your back.

You look up at him and don’t speak. You don’t want to. You don’t want to wake up if this moment isn’t real.

And then he apologizes once more. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t speak but your vision clouds up in the slightest. Subconsciously you find yourself leaning in, his hand still running up and down your back. Your lips meet his and the kiss is warm. It’s a million apologies and a confirmation of the million explanations he knows you didn’t need because you are the one person who never took a break from acknowledging him and understanding him. And when he pulls away you know he is pulling you back into his life at the same time.

And you’re okay with that.

And for once you aren’t angry about the smell of whiskey lingering on his lips.

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| ♡ | In which just about every man in the Raccoon City Police Department wants you. Pt. 1

Warnings: mention of readers family (nothing specific, dw), Leon being a littleee insecure.

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Yesterday you caved in and finally decided to give one of the officers from the police department a chance—Leon Kennedy. Today at the end of your shift, he is bringing you to his favorite Italian restaurant in town. Despite your bluntness in asking him out, you were honestly nervous. Was the outfit I brought to change into fine? Should it be more or less formal? Is he even changing? Honestly it was a little pathetic. Every man in the department seemed to have a thing for you and here you were freaking out over a date with a rookie.

When the end of your shift finally arrives you shake with anticipation as you rush to gather your things to go change into the outfit you brought. It was a simple pair of dress pants and a cute top along with your favorite shoes. Not too casual and not too much for a first date. You fixed up your hair in the mirror and splashed cold water on your face trying to eliminate the slight nervousness that started to creep its way on to it. As you finally make your way to the front you see Leon waiting for you in jeans and a white polo. He smiles like a dork when he sees you. (A cute one of course).

“Wow- you look g- beautiful.” He smiles sincerely and it was hard to miss the heat creeping up his neck.

You approach him and your hand grazes his bicep, “Thank you, Leon.” You watch the man short circuit from the small touch.

He clears his throat “we should get going, the reservation time is coming up.” He looks lost for a second, but ultimately your hand finds its way to hold onto his bicep as the two of you exit the police station and find your way to his jeep.

As he opens the door and you mutter a small thank you, you don’t miss an officer whose jaw quite literally dropped while seeing you enter his car. You flash him a dirty look and he picks it up and shakes his head looking—annoyed? As he makes his way into the station.

Leon finally gets into the car. The drive to the restaurant is short but filled with light laughter and lots of small talk. He tells you bits and pieces about why he wanted to be an officer, and your heart beats a little harder for him when you hear about his family. He asks about yours and you tell him little things, deciding to spare most of the details. When you arrive at the restaurant, sure enough, he opens the door for you again and he guides you to the host stand with his hand on the small of your back.

Dinner was phenomenal and upon leaving you were both giggling and he opened the door for you to get back into his car and he began driving you back to your place. After your laughter dies down from some terribly corny dad joke he made he changes the topic.

“Can I ask you something”

You peer over at him almost nervously, “ask.”

“What made you want to ask me out?”

The question honestly made your cheeks heat up and your gaze lingered on him for a moment before you opted to look out the window.

“I just think you’re handsome. And finally having a reason to talk to you made it seem like the best time to try.”

After a beat of silence you look back over at him. His ears are red, jaw is clenched, and his knuckles are unmistakably white on the steering wheel. He doesn’t even offer a reply. Did you say something wrong? Is he offended? Maybe he expected more of an elaborate answer? As he pulls up to your house you finally watch as his grip relaxes and he looks over at you.

“I had a great time tonight y/n.” His gaze stutters to the windshield before looking back over at you, his voice softening the slightest bit more, “I would love to go out with you another time if you would have me.”

You nod. “I’d love that.”

He smiles like a puppy and gets out of the car to open your door again. Do men get gentler than this? I mean seriously. He walks you to your front door and you fiddle with your key for a moment before looking up at him watching you. The streetlights capture his blue eyes in the most beautiful way as his gaze focuses on you. You can’t help but lean and and kiss him as your hand grazes his jaw.

He short circuits and doesn’t kiss you back for a second. As you're about to pull away he leans in and his hand finds the small of your back. His lips are unforgettably soft and his touch is warm. He pulls away, but your faces still seem so close.

“What made you ask me out, y/n?”

Your head tilts to the side in confusion. He just asked you this in the car, and you answered him honestly. Did he have amnesia? You’re about to answer and as your mouth opens he speaks again.

“Everybody in the station seems to have a little…thing for you. I just don’t understand why out of all the options you settled on me.”

Your heart can’t help but feel a tang of guilt, just cause you feel bad hearing such a silly doubt from such a handsome man. His hand is still on your back and he is looking into your eyes like a puppy begging for you to adopt him.

Your hands wrap around the back of his neck before you answer him, “I wanted to ask you out because you’re kind. So kind. And you’re honestly one of the most handsome men I have ever seen.” You giggle, “it’s almost like you’re a package deal.”

He laughs softly at your reassurance before his gaze drops to the floor and rises back to you. You lean up and place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

You unlock the door and turn to look at him again, his gaze has not left you.

“Goodnight, Leon.” You smile, “Tomorrow we’ll plan out our second date.”

You don’t wait for a reply before going inside.

His gaze lingers on your door for a second and he looks like he just got kissed by Aphrodite. You see him smile to himself through the window before he makes his way back to his car.

Everybody in the station wants you, but you only want him.

Bonus:

“Did you hear about the Italian chef who passed away?”

Your smile fades, “No, did he work here?”

He smiles a little too hard, “Yeah it’s really sad, he pasta away.”

Laughter took over him before you could even process the joke.

…Maybe the date wasn’t a good idea.

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| ♡ | In which just about every man in the Raccoon City Police Department wants you. Pt. 2

Warnings: catcalling, reader likes tea.

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It was no secret that most of the men in the Raccoon City Police Department had a thing for you. Lingering gazes, wolf whistles, giggles when a male officer would come up to speak to you one on one. It was honestly quite annoying.

You had become the receptionist at the RCPD 6 months ago, and for 6 months you had felt agonizing dread when it came down to the part of the job where you had to speak to the officers. Yeah, they would help you with the simplest tasks, and would shower you with compliments, and would quite frankly boost your ego, but is it all that good when they just lack manners? Never a thank you, or a goodnight (unless a friend is watching), and don’t even forget about the time you had to bend over to pick something up and you ended up startled from laughter and wolf whistles erupting from the group of officers behind you.

Of course they had tried many times with you, asking you on dates, bringing you coffee, talking to you for a little too long when you were just trying to do your paperwork. But who really wants a man old enough to be their father- no grandfather. It did pain you to admit that there was one man who did happen to catch your eye. He was a rookie. He joined maybe 3 months ago? You weren’t quite sure. But when he needed help finding paperwork for a case he was on, you couldn’t help but be stunned more a moment by his manners. I mean, none of the officers really had any when it came to needing your help.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and your gaze immediately stayed locked on his face.

“Hi— I was wondering if you could help me find the incident report sheets please?”

Okay, MAYBE the bar was on the floor. But how could you contain yourself when he looked at you with those soft blue eyes and that pout?

You offered a smile that was a little more than polite, “of course.”

You couldn’t miss the way his cheeks warmed up.

You stood up from the front desk, despite being annoyed whenever other officers asked you for a favor requiring you to leave it. When you peered behind you to ensure he was still following, he looked like a puppy following you for a treat.

You led him to the shelf right outside the records room and passed him one of the sheets. “Here you go.”

His hand seemed to have a slight tremble as he took the paper from you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Sorry for dragging you from the desk I just really didn’t know to ask— ”

“It’s okay, I insist. Leon, right?”

He nodded quickly in response. “I didn’t think you knew my name.” He giggled…awkwardly. And his hand found the back of his neck.

During the painfully awkward conversation you look over and see two older officers (one of which you rejected) murmuring while staring at the two of you and then breaking into a fit of laughter. Assholes. You turn back to Leon.

“Of course I did.”

“Thanks again” he smiles shyly.

As he turns away you reach out for his wrist. “Wait—”

When he turns back to you he’s simply red and tense.

“Sorry I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out…maybe to a movie or get dinner or something.”

You didn’t know if it was the way his biceps would tense when you would smile at him or the way his hair fell perfectly, or maybe it was just the immature dogs of men that were pissing you off in the corner.

“No it’s— I mean— yes! I would love to!” He was certainly biting back a bigger smile. He was definitely trying to seem nonchalant even though it was absolutely not working in his favor.

“Great.” You nodded and looked down to realize you were still holding his wrist. You quickly released it and turned to go back to the front desk without another word. Who needs to plan dates anyway? As you sit back at your desk you realize you quite literally gave him no details, time, or a date.

The next morning you come in, Leon walks in a few minutes after you, 2 coffees in hand.

“Morning. I brought you—” he cuts himself off after peering down and seeing you in fact already have a coffee. Funny enough, you didn’t even buy it yourself.

The man who brought it for you actually walked past him and muttered something before laughing and walking away.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head, “no I’m sorry. Honestly I didn’t even know if this order was right. I just usually see you drinking tea and assumed…”

You stopped listening to him and got lost in thought. He wasn’t holding 2 coffees. For the small amount of time you have been here, countless officers have brought you coffee in the morning, and you have no choice but to politely accept. The coffee never actually touches your lips as you find your way to make yourself a tea. Not before tossing whatever coffee and simply saying you finished it quickly if you get asked where it went.

“I really appreciate that.” Your voice is genuine. You probably sound overly appreciative, but seriously how can you help yourself? One officer out of this entire force has actually been able to notice something about you instead of just thinking with his di—

“So about that date.”

You nod. Sometime during his ramble he ended up placing the tea on your desk.

“I know this really good Italian restaurant that’s downtown. If you don’t like Italian I totally know other places we could go.” He totally does not, but that’s okay!

“Italian is perfect.”

“Okay…” He smiles a little more widely now. “Okay that sounds good. We can go after work tomorrow?”

“I’d love that Leon.”

He offers another shy smile and nod before going to his desk in the east office. The same two officers who were watching you two the day before were eavesdropping again and looked appalled at the fact the rookie was able to score a date before they were.

You still don’t know if it was truly for his looks and kindness or if it was just because that’s what the officers don’t have, but maybe the date wouldn’t be so bad.

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