deadly nightshade *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Hi! Slow burn’s are my favorite. These are some Dean x reader series that all involve slow burn’s to one degree or another and are all personal favorites of mine:

Frat Boy

Spend The Night

The Fake Boyfriend

Dark Nights

Big Bad Dean Winchester

Broken Like Me

A Safe Mistake

Mean. (Leon Kennedy)

Summary: Leon starts acting weird to you because he's too jealous of all the attention you receive.

Note: this was so fun to write, thank you for your request 🙌🏻🫂 hope you like it.

You’ve always been loved by the people around you. Not that you cared that much about other people’s opinions, but your charisma attracted them like moths to a flame. It was easy. You didn’t even have to try.

When you got into the academy, it was no exception. Everyone seemed thankful for your simple existence around them. You were the only girl in the class, and that made you uncomfortable at first, but it had its advantages after all.

They bought you breakfast every day. They carried your books even when you could bench press them easily. They opened doors for you, saved you seats in class, offered you their jackets when it was barely even cold. During combat practice, they were always careful with you. Not because you were weak or fragile. They knew very well you could throw them over your shoulder without blinking. And even so, they would grin like idiots while lying on the mat, just because you had been the one to pin them down.

But there was one exception.

Leon Kennedy.

It was weird to you. On the first day he acted like a gentleman. He was the one who started that special treatment.

He was the one who insisted on walking you to the cafeteria. The one who gave you his extra pen when you “forgot” yours, even though you both knew you had three in your bag. The one who drew stupid caricatures of your instructors during lectures just to slide them toward you and watch you struggle not to laugh.

At some point, you stopped noticing the others as much. You waited for him to sit next to you. You looked for him in the hallways. You smiled more when he was around.

And then, slowly, something shifted.

It started small.

One afternoon during shooting practice, one of the cadets stood a little too close behind you while “correcting” your posture. Leon’s jaw tightened so hard you thought his teeth would crack. He missed two shots in a row after that. When the instructor scolded him, he barely reacted, his eyes fixed on the way that cadet’s hand hovered near your waist.

The next day, when someone brought you coffee before class, Leon crushed his own empty cup in his hand without even realizing it.

You thought he was just having a bad week.

But the distance kept growing.

He stopped sitting next to you. If someone else beat him to the seat, he would not even try anymore. He would just choose a desk in the back, staring at the board like you were not there.

During sparring sessions, he volunteered to fight anyone but you. The first time it happened, you laughed and called him a coward. He did not laugh back.

Once, you caught him watching from across the gym while you were laughing at something another cadet whispered in your ear. His expression was not angry. It was worse. It was hurt.

But every time you tried to approach him, he pulled away.

At first it was just silence. He ignored you in the halls. Pretended not to hear you during practice. After a few weeks, he would not even look at you. You could not understand what had happened, but there was always another cadet ready to distract you. Someone offering you a snack. Someone asking for help with homework. Someone telling a joke just to see you smile.

You never noticed how Leon’s hands would curl into fists whenever that happened.

To you, they were just being polite. Because you were a girl. Because you were kind to them too.

You were a gentle person. Yes, maybe a swear word or two slipped out of your mouth sometimes, but that did not mean you were rude. So why had he suddenly decided to ignore you?

You tried. You tried every time to figure it out, to decipher what had changed. You missed the sweet boy who used to draw stupid, funny pictures of your teachers during class just to make you laugh. You missed the way he always carried an extra juice box for you. You did not even like juice that much. You just missed the way his hands shook a little every time he handed you the box.

You were falling for him before he pulled away, and that was tearing you apart.

The day your patience finally ran out arrived. This time you would get a reason. If he did not want to come back, that was fine. But you needed to know why.

You were at your locker. A couple of your friends stood nearby, waiting to walk you home as always.

Leon was passing by, eyes already on the door, planning his escape.

Not so fast, Kennedy.

“Leon!” you shouted.

The boys around you immediately tensed.

The blond looked back for just a second before continuing toward the exit. That only made you more determined. You closed your locker and went after him, ignoring the whispers, focusing only on the one boy who had been ignoring you for the past two months.

“Leon,” you called again once you were already outside the academy.

He did not turn around. He did not look back.

So you grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face you.

His face was tense, annoyed. Your stomach flipped, and not in a good way.

“Leon, I just want to talk to you,” you said, trying to sound more composed than you actually were.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to talk to you,” he answered, not even bothering to look at your face.

Your smile faded immediately. That hurt.

“Why?” you asked, your voice softer than you wanted it to be.

Without meeting your eyes, he said, “Not everyone has to be in love with you, you know that?”

You frowned in confusion. What was he talking about?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t want to be another one of those stupid boys following you around like stray dogs.”

Ouch.

“They’re not following me around like stray dogs, Leon. They’re being polite to me.”

He let out an incredulous laugh that held no humor at all. Then he finally looked at you.

“You seriously think they’re just being nice? They’re men. The only reason they care about you is because you’re pretty. That’s the only thing they want from you.”

The tears you had been fighting finally gathered in the corners of your eyes. If anyone else had said that, you would have punched him in the face. But hearing it from Leon made your heart tighten painfully.

When he noticed your breath hitch, your eyes turning red and glossy, your lips parting to respond but closing again, he realized he had messed up.

“Wait, that’s not what I meant.”

And then he felt it. The slap. Sharp and precise. Just enough pain to make it fair.

Maybe he was not the exception after all.

“So that’s it? You were just being nice at first because the only thing you wanted from me was status?” you asked.

He stayed silent. He would have complained about the slap if he did not think he deserved it.

“No. Of course not. I would never do that to you. I’m sorry.”

“You just said it, Kennedy. The only reason people care about me is because I’m pretty.”

“No, that’s not true. I was hurt, and I’m sorry.” He grabbed your hands, trying to stop you from leaving. He felt pathetic. “You’re not just pretty. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my whole life. And you’re smart, and kind, and you’re always taking care of people, and I love that about you.”

He swallowed hard. You said nothing, so he kept going.

“I love the way you always carry food for every dog on the street because you’re so sweet and gentle. I loved every second of your kindness when we were friends. But I couldn’t stay that way. It hurt every time someone else stole your laugh. Every time some stupid cadet pretended not to understand something just so you’d lean closer and explain it while he stared at your lips.”

You tried to speak, but your mind was still catching up.

“I loved you. Every part of you. Even the parts you call bad. The way your face turns pink when you’re angry and you start yelling like a toddler who skipped lunch, it makes my heart jump. That’s the problem. You have no idea how in love I was, and it was torturing me. I’m sorry if I was selfish. And I’m sorry for this, because I’m about to be even more selfish.”

Before you could fully process his words, he kissed you.

It was clumsy at first, a collision of mouths fueled by frustration and fear. Then it softened. His lips moved slower, careful, almost reverent, as if this was the only way he could show you how devoted he had been all along.

For a second, your hands pushed against his chest. Then they hesitated. Then they curled into the fabric of his shirt.

When your lips began to move against his, answering him instead of resisting, Leon felt his heart drop and soar at the same time.

He deepened the kiss carefully, one hand trembling at your waist as if he still expected you to pull away. The world around you faded. The academy gates, the whispers, the cadets pretending not to stare, all of it disappeared. There was only the warmth of his mouth, the shaky breath you shared, the way your fingers clutched him like you had been holding back for just as long.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless.

Nurse. Part 2 (Leon Kennedy)

Summary: Rookie Leon tries very hard to make the new academy nurse notice him. Part 1

Note: I loved writing this love thank you so much for your request, let me know if you want a part 3

Since the moment he met her, his days at the academy had changed completely.

Leon had always been good, disciplined, determined, but now he had something else driving him. Something softer. Warmer. She wasn’t just the academy nurse.

She was the reason he got up before his alarm.

The reason he ran an extra mile.

The reason he endured the endless drills with that stubborn smirk on his face.

It wasn’t an exaggeration, she had become his motivation.

But there was a problem.

Everyone else seemed to think the same.

Every cadet with a decent haircut and a gold medal pinned to his chest lingered a little too long by her office. Every idiot in uniform suddenly had mysterious headaches and twisted ankles. And every time Leon walked in with a simple chocolate bar or a juice box as an excuse to see her, he would find something already sitting on her desk.

Expensive pastries. Imported candy. Little velvet boxes.

Things that made his offerings look small.

Silly.

He would stare at them for a second too long, jaw tightening.

But they couldn’t love her like he did.

That was impossible.

They didn’t see the way her eyes softened when someone was nervous. They didn’t notice how she hummed under her breath while organizing files. They didn’t know she preferred bitter chocolate over sweet.

He did.

So no, some shiny medal wasn’t going to stop him.

If anything, it made him worse.

He started leaving something every single day.

A folded note with a stupid doodle. A joke he’d overheard. A candy he knew she liked. A short “Don’t overwork yourself today.”

He arrived early just to be first. Sometimes he couldn’t give it to her directly, so he’d place it gently on her desk, fingers brushing the wood like it was sacred ground.

And then he’d spend the entire day thinking about her reaction.

Would she smile? Would she roll her eyes? Would she know it was him?

God, he hoped she smiled.

Just imagining it was enough to carry him through target practice and hand-to-hand drills.

His friends noticed, of course.

“You’re delusional, Kennedy.”

“She’s out of your league.”

“Pick someone your age, Romeo.”

Leon just shrugged them off.

Let them talk.

He wasn’t competing with them.

He was proving something, to himself maybe.

And he found excuses. Terrible ones.

“My head hurts.”

“My wrist’s acting up again.”

“I think I pulled something.”

She would cross her arms, eyebrow raised.

“Really? Again, Leon?”

He’d give her that crooked, shameless grin. “Guess I’m fragile.”

She never bought it. Not for a second.

But she let him sit there anyway.

They’d talk about nothing important. The weather. His training. A book she was reading. And after ten minutes, miraculously, his injuries vanished.

“So,” she’d say lightly, “all better?”

“Must be your magic touch.”

She’d shake her head, smiling despite herself.

It was obvious.

Pain forgotten. Heart racing. Mission accomplished.

Then one afternoon, while reorganizing supplies, she mentioned it casually.

“Oh, I’ll have to reorder those before next week. It’s my birthday.”

Leon froze mid-sentence.

Her birthday.

He forced the date into his mind like it was classified intel.

He repeated it to himself that night.

Over and over.

He forgot plenty of things, locker combinations, paperwork deadlines but he wasn’t going to forget that.

And when the day finally came, he was ready.

The academy wasn’t exactly the kind of place where men walked around with flowers. Masculinity there was thick in the air, ego, competition, pride.

But Leon Kennedy had never been easy to intimidate.

He chose the bouquet carefully. Not the largest. Not the most expensive.

Just the one that reminded him of her.

Soft colors. Subtle fragrance. Nothing flashy.

The moment he stepped into the hallway holding it, the laughter started.

“Well, look at this.”

“Going on a date, princess?”

“Did you lose a bet, Kennedy?”

He ignored them.

He held the bouquet like a trophy, shoulders straight, chin high. Let them stare. Let them laugh.

When they realized where he was heading, straight to the nurse’s office the teasing turned into loud disbelief.

“No way”

“He’s actually doing it?”

Leon didn’t slow down.

He knocked once.

The door opened.

And when she saw him standing there, uniform slightly wrinkled from training, cheeks faintly flushed, bouquet held carefully in both hands, the entire hallway seemed to hold its breath.

For a second, she just stared.

“Leon…?”

He swallowed. His confidence flickered, but didn’t fall.

“I remembered,” he said quietly. “Happy birthday.”

The laughter behind him died instantly.

Her expression changed, surprise melting into something softer, something almost disarming.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” He offered the flowers. “I wanted to.”

She took them gently, fingers brushing his.

“They’re beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes never leaving her face. “I thought so too.”

And the smile she gave him in that moment, it was worth every joke. Every whisper. Every stupid nickname.

Behind him, the other cadets stood in stunned silence.

Leon didn’t look back.

He didn’t need to.

Because when she stepped aside and said softly, “Come in for a minute,”

Summary: rookie Leon gets hurt during class and meets the new academy nurse.

The nurse’s office was always a place no one really wanted to end up in, and Leon Kennedy was no exception. Unfortunately, he was now sitting outside, waiting for his turn in a suspiciously long line of “sick” cadets.

C’mon, people. The cafeteria food wasn’t that bad.

He wasn’t there just out of curiosity, though. Nope. He was there because, like the idiot he was, he had fallen during practice. In front of the entire class. As always.

He really had a talent for embarrassing himself in these kinds of situations.

His wrist hurt, but not enough to be broken. In the best-case scenario, he’d get a painkiller and go back to class. He had already wasted enough time.

By the time the door opened and the last cadet in front of him stepped out, one of his friends appeared with a wide smile. What the hell was he doing there?

"Hey! Man, are you okay?" the blond asked, clearly out of place. "Did something happen to you too?"

Well… at least now he was sure one of his classmates hadn’t seen him fall.

"Dude, you’re not gonna believe this. This is like, the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to this academy," the other cadet said.

"Huh? What?" Leon muttered, confused.

"You remember the old lady who used to be the nurse, right?"

"Yeah."

Of course he did. He ended up in that office at least once a month. By now, he could’ve sworn he knew every wrinkle on that woman’s face by memory. Every time she scolded him, the only thing on Leon’s mind was how the hell she was still working.

"Well, she got fired a few days ago."

That was definitely new. But how was that the best thing that had ever happened?

"So what?"

"Let me finish, dude. She got fired, yeah, but her replacement? God, she’s hot."

Kennedy rolled his eyes. He was used to hearing things like that every day. It was a male academy, of course hormones were everywhere.

"You’re really sick, Miller," the blond said, though without real annoyance. "So you’re telling me you’re here just to see her?"

"No, I’m telling you half the academy is here to see her. I thought that’s why you were here, actually. Give it a try, Kenny. You’re what, twenty? Don’t tell me you’re that innocent."

Maybe he wasn’t. But he wasn’t about to scream it out loud like they did.

The door opened, and another classmate stepped out.

"Yo, Kennedy. You’re next."

He watched them disappear down the hall, suddenly feeling nervous. Shit. It was his turn. He couldn’t keep her waiting.

He walked in, staring straight at the floor… and when he finally looked up

God.

Oh, God.

She wasn’t just pretty. Not just “hot,” like Miller had said. She was majestic. Angelic. The prettiest woman he had ever seen.

He was speechless. How could he not be, when a beauty like that was staring right at him?

Leon was sure his face was red, his mind completely blank. She was probably thinking he was a freak. A pervert. Something like that.

"Another headache?" the woman asked, breaking the silence and pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" was all he managed.

"You also have a headache like the rest of the cadets?"

"Y-yeah," he answered automatically. Right, no, he didn’t. "Um-no, no. I-well, yeah? But-um, my wrist! It’s my… my wrist."

Get it together, Kennedy.

"Your wrist… and your head?"

"Um… yeah."

"Right. Can I?" she asked, pointing at his hand.

He gave it to her immediately. She began to press gently, waiting for his reaction.

"Does this hurt?"

Whatever you say, gorgeous.

"Just a little." Hell, it did hurt.

"What about this?" she continued, her fingers moving carefully, but his concentration was completely gone now, watching how her lips parted every time she spoke.

"Yeah."

"Did you fall?" she asked.

For you? Yeah. Immediately.

"Kind of," he said instead. "I don’t really want to answer that."

"Kind of?" she repeated, smiling.

Fuck. She was perfect. She even giggled a little, and his stomach flipped at the sound. He’d do anything to hear it again.

"Then I suppose it’s ‘kind of’ hurt because of that. You’ll be fine, you just need some ointment and a painkiller," she said, releasing his hand.

No. No, no, no. He couldn’t lose her touch already.

He stopped her hand before even thinking of an excuse.

"You sure? I mean… now that you mention it, it really hurts. Don’t you think it could be broken?"

"Really?"

He swallowed hard and nodded, not convinced at all.

"Yeah."

She checked again with those soft fingers of hers, but still found nothing wrong.

"It’s okay. You’ll feel better after this," she said, handing him the pills.

But Leon wasn’t giving up that easily.

"Ah- what about that ointment?"

Smooth, Kennedy. Really smooth.

"Right," she said.

She didn’t even have to ask for his hand again. He was already holding his arm out toward her. Her touch was gentle, almost caring, and he enjoyed every second of it.

"There you go. Do you feel better?"

Oh, he did. But not because of his wrist.

"Yeah. All better."

"Perfect. Then you can go back to class now."

What? Class? After that? Hell no.

He grinned and shook his head.

"It still hurts a little," he lied. Then, with his best puppy eyes, he asked, "Can I stay here with you until it gets better?"

She knew exactly what this was about. Not her first rodeo. But she only smirked.

"Yeah, you can stay if you want."

"Thanks."

"Only if you tell me about that fall."

Fuck.

Leon rubbed the back of his neck, already embarrassed.

"It was nothing, really."

"Mhm. Sure. The ‘nothing’ that made half the class laugh?" she asked, raising a brow.

He blinked. "You heard about it?"

"I hear everything," she replied calmly. "So?"

He sighed. "I slipped. During sparring. Tripped over my own feet."

She bit her lip, clearly trying not to laugh. Failed.

A soft giggle escaped her.

"Okay, okay, don’t laugh" he protested.

"I’m trying, rookie. I really am."

He groaned, covering his face.

She nudged his arm gently. "Hey. Happens to everyone."

"Not like that. Not every single time."

She tilted her head, studying him.

"You’re too hard on yourself."

He looked up, surprised.

"And you," she added, tapping his wrist lightly, "are definitely staying here a few more minutes. Doctor’s orders."

"Doctor?"

"Nurse," she corrected with a smirk. "But I can make exceptions."

His heart skipped.

"Oh… yeah?"

"Mhm. Starting with you."

Leon cleared his throat.

"You're a very young nurse, aren't you?" he asked, amusement replacing his embarrassment.

She chuckled softly.

"Yeah. This is actually my internship. My clinical rotation."

"Oh," he said, nodding. "So you're still studying?"

"Just finished, actually. This is the last step before I’m fully certified."

"That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Why you're… different," he said, shrugging, suddenly shy again.

She crossed her arms, curious. "Different how?"

"Nicer," he admitted. "The previous nurse used to yell at me every time I showed up."

"Maybe you gave her reasons to."

"I definitely did," he laughed. "But still."

She smiled, softer this time.

"Well, I prefer talking instead of yelling. People cooperate more that way."

Leon nodded slowly, watching her.

"You know," she said without looking at him, "you’re the first one who stayed without trying to flirt."

He froze.

"I- what?"

She turned to him, amused.

"They come in, fake a headache, try to impress me, leave."

He blinked. "I didn’t fake it."

"You faked the head part."

"...okay, maybe that part."

She laughed again, and his stomach flipped just like before.

"But the wrist is real," he added quickly.

"I know," she said. "You flinch every time you move it."

He hadn’t noticed that.

"You pay a lot of attention."

"It’s my job," she said with a small smile.

Leon nodded, suddenly feeling calmer than he had all day.

"Well… thanks. For not yelling at me."

"I’ll save that for when you actually deserve it," she teased.

He laughed under his breath, flexing his wrist again.

"Guess I should head back to class."

"Guess you should."

He paused at the door, glancing back.

"Hey… I’m probably going to fall again at some point."

"I’ll be here," she replied.