leon kennedy x streamer!reader
the work dilf {part 2}
you do an irl stream date with your new fiancé, but things start to get a little weird when one viewer gets a little too generous...
fluff, a lil suggestive teehee, trigger warning for stalking, 5.8k words
*:･ part 1...*:･ leon kennedy masterlist
You sigh, watching the WiFi bar on the top of your screen flip from 3 bars to 1…then to 2 bars. You shrug and decide, fuck it let’s start the IRL stream right now.
The stream starts with the most horrid frame rate as always when you decide to take your chat out of your room for once.
“Wait—hold on, the quality sucks I know but that’s the best you’re gonna get at a place like this…”
The chat starts off slow but picks up as more people join.
where r we??
haii
irl streammm
where’d I get dropped off to? 😭
we made it out of that room yerr
where da dilf at? 😼😼
You snickered as you read the last message and motioned for Leon to come over and hold the camera.
Leon never really showed his full face on camera, but your viewers feasted on whatever slivers of Leon content they could get: his gravelly voice, his broad silhouette stalking around in the background, half of his face making its way in the viewframe when he brings you something while you're streaming, his back whenever you film him, and boy did people (including you) go crazy hearing him build you a new shelf in the background of one of your streams.
It seemed the older men get the more…sounds they make doing mundane things. And Leon actually likes making you stuff, says it keeps him busy.
Needless to say, you made sure to buy a lot more unbuilt furniture for your streaming room, for his sake of course.
You flip your phone camera toward his full figure momentarily, feeding your blood thirsty hounds for a bit.
He wore a casual navy blue button up and black slacks, the dark colors you found most prevalent in his closet contrasting beautifully with the warm glow of lights behind him.
The indigo skyline and inky Potomac river shoreline were warmed orange by the lantern festival, illuminating the outline of Leon’s silhouette and reflecting off the strands of his silvery hair.
Earlier that day, Leon slipped into your office during his lunch break, flipped your blinds close momentarily. After the two of you made out like teenagers and Leon’s fatass munched on all the Oreos you stored in your drawers, the Oreo bandit insisted you clear your schedule for the rest of the night to bring you here.
Your stomach fluttered just a teensy bit at the way he ambled over, his warm voice and faint smirk dripping in a familiar cadence of sarcasm that only suited him in your eyes.
“I finally get to be the camera man?”
“Mhm, your new side hustle” you replied, glancing down at your chat to see a copious amount of depraved people already fiending for your man.
good lawdd
ITS THE DILF 🥹
that struttt
his VOICE??😼
he walks like he’s hungg
HES HERE AAJAKF
omgg you brought ur dilfff
oou is that OUR man? 😍
“Yes, I brought OUR man.” You snicker and squirm at the ticklish feeling of his chin digging into your shoulder as his eyes peruse the screen in your hands.
His curiosity peaks at the sheer amount whirring by so fast he can barely read them all, “There’s a lot of people here tonight.”
“Yeah and apparently we’re in a polyamorous relationship with…” you glance at the number of viewers, “2,000 of them.”
He chuckles, gently taking the phone and pointing the camera at you.
“Sorry guys, I’m more of a one partner type of guy,”
He assumes that would tame the shameless flirting, but his smile fades just as fast and he rolls his eyes.
“What are they saying now?” You chuckle as the two of you begin slowly strolling along the board walk, the gentle breeze muffling your audio a bit.
He tries his best, putting his finger to the screen and squinting as he reads new chat messages in that dejected and monotone voice,
“My legal name is One Partner”
“Suddenly my name is partner”
He took another long suffering deep breath before continuing,
“Ur so funny teehee, flash us.”
That one made you laugh.
His bewildered gaze found yours, “Why do they keep saying to flash them?–“
He shut his mouth and shrugs at your defeated gestures to just drop it.
You can't be mad, he knew you were still a little shy around him and it’s almost like your chat was sucking out what your inner thoughts might’ve been and returning them back to him through the stream.
That’s what made their silly little horny comments so fun.
And it’s not like Leon didn’t think all of these things about you, he was just too much of a gentleman to voice those opinions, in public at least.
The office had certainly caught onto a corner of the internet crushing on their seasoned agent.
A couple of his colleagues had taken to calling him pretty boy, Fabio, or dreamy eyes.
Leon would simply roll his eyes, sigh heavily or shake his head.
The little jabs and comments almost reminded him of the taunting he endured in his first few days of military training in his time with USSTRATACOM.
Man did he have a lot of nicknames.
Goldie Locks.
Pretty Boy.
Gringo.
Twink.
Every derogatory name in the word book.
He never realized how odd it was that they let him, and him only, keep his hair untouched. It was only later in life did he realize whoever had forced him there was setting him up for failure.
But look at him now! Getting called the same names, with different intentions.
As Leon admires you through the camera, he thinks of how weird all this was, not the shameless messages, but this funny tingly feeling in his chest.
He feels lighter and he doesn’t feel like he has to drag a lug of weight on his shoulders, a stark contrast to how heavy and conflicting the last 25 years of his life have been.
He glances at the chat and realizes he must’ve been zooming in on your face too much, unable to help himself as the camera drifts down your figure every so often.
take a picture sir itll last longer
UR THUMB IS IN THE FRAME 🩷
oh cause i wanted to see every pore on their face
enjoying the view? 😼
zoom in sir I can’t see
Leon huffs, looking down at the phone as he tries to adjust the camera, but he ends up somehow flipping it toward his face.
His pale visage nearly flash bangs the chat, screen going white for a second as two lone pools of cobalt blue stare down at it in frustration.
YO
is THAT THE GRIM REAPER
🧿🧿
brown contacts and a spray tan pls
shittt
BACK UP
🧿🧿🧿
TOO CLOSE
It’s only then he realizes you must’ve said something, he meets your expectant expression.
“Leon?” You ask, stepping out of frame for a bit and lowering your voice, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” He chuckles, an almost imperceptible flush taking over him, “They’re uh, really loving my camera work here.”
“Oh,” you chuckle. “Was it zoomed in too close?” You tease.
“I think so,” he murmurs, avoiding your gaze and quickly busying himself with the camera.
Is he…blushing?
The sight shocks you to say the least, you know he likes you of course, but it’s fun to see him all embarrassed for once.
You were scared shitless of him your first day in office before he approached you. He kind of looked like he never wanted anyone to talk to him, which was real, you couldn’t really blame him. That, and the fact that he was so damn hot it bordered on intimidating.
That was until he spoke and suddenly your timidness was replaced with disgustingly sweet and mushy feelings for the silly man.
“Oh I didn’t know there was a festival here.” You ask, noticing a group of people coming back from that direction with all sorts of cool prizes and snacks.
The two of you walk around aimlessly, looking for a fun game when you feel Leon slow down behind you, “Wanna test your aim?” he suggests, looking at the stall with a shooting game.
“Why, so you can show off?” you quip back, nudging him on the shoulder.
“Maybe,” he shrugs, mischief hidden in his timbery voice.
You sigh, looking at chat.
COMPETITION
whoever wins has to send me their nudes
^^yo what
bru hes a field agent thats cheating
o nah ur cooked
You chuckle at all the stupid comments.
“Hey I might not be a field agent, but I had basic training,” you explain, propping your phone up on its tripod.
When the two of you get into shooting position, you can feel Leon’s gaze on you. You glance up, only to be met by an awfully smug face.
“Ready to lose?” He teases, nudging his hip with yours.
You stumble a little further than he intended.
“Shit, I gotcha,” he chuckled, reaching over to yank you back to his side before you could even process you were falling.
“Damn!” you frown, rubbing your hip even though it didn’t really hurt, “You got a steel plate in there or something old man?”
He scoffs in amusement at the quip, rolling his eyes like the sassy cunt he is before focusing on the shooting range in front of him as the targets start flashing.
The buzzer sounds and he’s already off to a great start.
You steal a quick glance at him, his jaw was set and his heavy browbone was furrowed, so dead set on getting as many points as possible.
Unfortunately for you, Leon’s already in the lead and as much as you want him to be the one to win you one of those giant stuffed animals hanging on the roof of the stall like the gentleman he is, you were nothing if not competitive (and you didn’t want to lose in front of your entire chat).
You giggle to yourself as a mischievous idea comes to mind.
Since he’s so locked in, you let your hand swat at his to offset his aim .
He inhales sharply as his hand barely moves, but it still throws him off enough, missing the target by just a hair.
“The fuck was that?” He chuckles, glancing at you in disbelief.
“My hand slipped,” you shrug, eyes glaring at the target you’ve been trying to shoot down for the past 30 seconds.
“Did it now?” he asks, and although you can’t see him, you can just hear that stupid smirk in his voice.
“Mm,” you hum distractedly.
The buzzer sounded, and alas, the veteran agent won with flying colors.
You groaned in defeat as the leaderboard shows your name and score count levels away from Leons.
“Aw, did your little hand spasm screw you up?” he croons, making a show of twirling his fake gun before putting it back on its stand.
“Show off,” You scoff, pride making you resist only a little as he grabs you by your waist to pull you into him for a post match embrace.
You slump into him, he’s so cozy you think to yourself.
You'd think the muscles would make cuddling him uncomfortable, but he’s just so squishy.
The worker hobbles back into the booth, a slice of pizza in his hand when he does a double take at the score board, eyes widening in disbelief at the sheer amount of points under Leon's name.
“Alright,” the worker groans, setting his pizza aside and dusting his hands off on his shirt before stepping on the little ladder to reach the plushies lining the stall, “Which stuffed animal tickles your fancy, big guy.”
Leon huffs in amusement as he gazes up and mulls it over, “Let me think…” he hums, stealing a sidelong glance at you.
You discretely point to the bunny, practically buzzing with excitement. You’ve always wanted one of these gigantic plushies, but you’ve never managed to win one. Maybe losing to him wasn’t so bad afterall.
He grins, looking back at the worker, “The giant bunny’s just callin’ to me, man.”
“Dude, what’re you, a marine?” The man asks, stepping down with the giant plush in his arms, before handing it to him.
“Uh–somethin’ like that.” He mutters under his breath as he fiddles with the plushie, clearing his throat and avoiding the guy's inquisitive gaze entirely as he turns back to you.
You grin, holding your arms out expectedly, “Hand it over, hotshot.”
He chuckles, pressing the bunny into you by its stuffed arms, making it envelop you in a hug.
After you two make your way off the side where your stream is still set up, he picks up the phone.
You suppress a laugh as he scrolls through yet another fresh batch of bullshit.
bruhj i need a man to win me a fat bunny
yaYY 🧸
LETS GOO
biceps were working like crazy eoigjeigjsoi
our date is going sooo well 😍
NOW KITH!
That last one piques his interest.
“Kith?...” he mumbles, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks to you in hopes you’ll translate whatever he just read, “what’s that–mph”
His words are cut off as he feels a pair of soft lips rest against his.
The camera teeters, then drops from his grip entirely as he uses the free arm to press you closer to him.
He can practically feel the leftover tension from work melt and crystallize with the sweet sugar of caramel popcorn coating your lips.
When you pull away, face flush and breathe labored, you catch the way he looks down at the camera on the ground, then his shoes, anywhere but directly at you as he stuffs down a grin.
“So that's what it means,” he murmurs quietly, wondering how he got so lucky.
He thinks back to your first day at the DSO. Most new hires walked into headquarters all stiff backed and nervous, trying to blend into the tense atmosphere of a counter bioterrorism agency.
Within a week, however, your office space had been thoroughly decorated with what he assumed were your favorite things. You even showed him all the snacks you’d shoved into drawers, which he helped himself now that he visits you on either one of your lunch breaks.
Leon remembers pausing by your office the first time he noticed it, watching you quietly arrange things at your desk while some movie played on your laptop.
Were you even allowed to do that? Was it your lunch break?
Who cares when you were that beautiful.
And his favorite part was that you have always been so easy to talk to. There was no awkwardness or formalities. More importantly, there was no fear, judgement, or pity in your eyes after learning who he was and what he’s been through.
You talked to him like he was just some normal guy and that’s why he always found himself lingering around your desk longer than necessary after missions, just so you could ask him something wonderfully trivial like if he ate any interesting snacks or what the architecture was like in whatever country he was fighting for his life in.
He’d catch himself looking for you first when he walked into headquarters and purposely take the longer route to meetings if it meant passing your desk.
Much to his embarrassment, Sherry and Hunnigan caught on. He’s never really been good at flirting. Or hiding his feelings. He realized no matter how much the years hardened him, he’s always carried his heart on his sleeve.
Sherry gave him a knowing look one afternoon after catching him staring at you across the office.
To anyone else it could’ve looked like he was judging you with that hard, low browed stare of his, but she could read him like a book.
“Take a picture, it'll last longer,” she muttered.
“What?” His gaze flitted back to her.
“You know what I said,” she smirked, going back to typing on her computer, “I saw you change directions when you saw them walk into the break room the other day.”
Leon scoffed, fiddling with his pen as he avoided her gaze.
Hunnigan, perusing through a few files, spoke up too, “And today.”
Leon opened his mouth, closed it again, “…I–can’t a man get coffee in peace around here?”
“You hate the coffee here,” Hunnigan replied flatly, dropping the documents in front of him on the desk with a thud.
Sherry discretely motioned through the glass toward where you sat, curiously eyeing the trio.
Leon looked up, and you quickly looked down at your reports. That was around the time Leon started wondering if maybe you liked him too.
He began noticing the way your eyes always darted away all the time whenever he caught you looking.
You tripped over your words a little whenever he leaned on your desk too close and the way your voice got just a little higher around him because of nerves or excitement, he couldn't quite pinpoint it.
He thought it was cute. And it gave him something to look forward to when he woke up at ungodly hours in the morning before work.
Which is exactly how he ended up in the break room again one morning, pretending he needed something from the cabinets just because he saw you standing in there, looking half awake.
He then promptly got hit in the head with your metal water bottle.
That’s what he gets for trying to sneak around you, he thought as you began frantically looking for bandages.
When he washed his blood off your hands, his chest felt like it was caving in at how delicate your fingers felt in his while the water ran over them.
Truthfully, he let that moment drag on longer than necessary, figuring he could indulge himself just a little bit after weeks of restraint.
Later that night, back home in his apartment, Leon laid his wound-up muscles down for rest, wondering what you were doing after work, wondering if you were asleep, wondering if you were thinking about him before bed too.
He felt like a loser.
Leon sighed heavily when his phone went off, already expecting some kind of emergency from HQ.
But when he checked the notification, it was just Sherry…sending him a link to some streaming site.
If this was some emergency meeting, he’s firing somebody because why would they use Twitch and not Zoom, or shit, even a phone call.
He sighed and clicked it. He was immediately met with a clipped video of you calling him the “dilf from work.”
Leon stared at his phone in complete silence as he watched your little rambling confession.
And man, he could barely hear your sweet voice over his pulse thrumming so fucking hard in his ears, so he replayed the video one or two…maybe four times.
Though he had a suspicion, he still searched up what ‘dilf’ meant.
When he read the confirming words on the screen, Leon rubbed his face, hoping it would suppress his embarrassingly giddy expression. Who was he hiding his boyish joy from? Fuck knows. All he knew was that he hadn’t felt this flattered in years.
After he brought his face out from hiding to grab his tooth brush from the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of how his calloused hands practically left red prints on his face in the mirror.
He really needed to get a grip.
The amount of sleep he got that night was laughable. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured you patching him up, asking him silly little questions after his mission, or the way your eyes glimmered when you talked about him on stream like he wasn’t some jaded old agent with problems, but an astronaut who hung the damn moon and stars, a real man.
He hadn’t felt like that since he was twenty.
Even after asking you out the next day and leaving for his meeting (and tripping over his feet on the way), his racing heart still hadn’t pulled over for even a pit stop of logical thought.
His leg bounced restlessly under the conference table while he tried his best to focus on the mission report. Clumsy fingers fumbling the file multiple times before he could grab the evidence placed in front of him.
One of his coworkers, a friend he’d made in all his time at the agency, glanced up, eyebrows sky high in amusement as he observed Leon’s jittery form.
“Kickin’ your feet like a school girl again, Kennedy?”
Leon only looked away, made an indignant sound in response, but the little quirk on the corner of his mouth gave him away.
And now here he is, getting objectified by thousands of Twitch viewers because he’s stupid and his heart keeps spilling from his sleeve, onto his shirt cuffs and right into your hands.
You ignore the fact that your phone is on the ground, and the fact that your chat is probably blowing up, to admire the rare shyness casting over him again.
It’s so cute. He always has this little grin etching his lips after you kiss him, like he’s proud of himself, but bashful for what just happened, the scarlett flush on his cheekbones giving him that boyish charm you’ve only seen in the few old pictures he’s shown you.
“You need a shave mister,” You grimace jokingly to cut through the tension, “Your stubble’s like an exfoliator.”
He raises a brow, all coyness suddenly gone, “Well now don’t feel bad about dropping your camera.”
“Cause you're a petty bastard,” You quip.
“Whatever you say,” He grunts, hunching over to pick your phone up.
Before he can even get the chance to straighten, you wrap your arms around his neck from behind and practically climb onto the broad expanse of his back like a monkey.
“How’d that even happen huh?” You ask, heaving as your stomach caved in painfully against the hard muscle of his back and the force of your little jump.
He rolls his eyes, bringing an arm back to support you as the other tries to steady the camera, “My hand slipped.”
“I’m just so enticing he dropped you guys mid air.”
that hurt
help ive fallen and i cant get uppp
oh ur back
MY HEAD 😭
that was hot
skill issue
“Hmm I don’t believe you,” You tease, propping your chin on his shoulder, craning to look at him, “Did my kith knock your hip brace out of place? Make you see stars?”
“You're gonna be the one needin’ a hip brace when I’m done with you,” he quipped back.
Your mouth shut quickly, face casting aflame. The muscles in Leon’s back and shoulders flex and grow rigid as the two of you process the unintentional innuendo.
Leon mentally cursed himself, knowing your little friends won’t live this down…He meant that he was going to beat you up, jokingly, that is.
what did he just sayyy
WHAT
can i watch?
thats what he said
OH.
me next??
“So,” Leon clears his throat, “dinner?”
“Yep.”
The hostess at the restaurant nearly dropped the menus when she looked up and saw Leon.
“Mr. Kennedy!” She greets him, expression faltering for a split second as she catches a glimpse of the bunny, “...Right this way,”
You were still suppressing a laugh when the hostess led you toward a little booth near the giant windows overlooking the glimmering water.
The restaurant lighting was dim and amber colored, soft jazz humming quietly through hidden speakers while lantern reflections danced across the dark river outside.
You opened your mouth, about to tell him how beautiful the place is when you met with the sight of his long and dextrous fingers popping the first two buttons of his collar open with a relieved exhale. You seem to lose your decorum as you catch the tiniest glimpse of his chest hair.
Leon frowned, “What happened?”
“Nothing,” you reply way too fast, quickly focusing your gaze back outside the window, hoping the cool air radiating from it would relieve the flush on your face.
Leon settles further into the booth across from you, grabbing the menu and flipping through it, thin eyebrows raising every now and then at some of the options.
He smirks as he flips his menu around and places it in front of you,
“What?” You ask.
He gently grabs your hand from across the table, fumbling with your fingers until one of them points to a particularly unorthodox menu item, “I’ll say yes to whatever you want if you try this,” he chuckles.
You grimace at the description below the name of the dish…then glance back up at him,
“Whatever I want?” You ask, squinting in suspicion.
He nods wordlessly.
“Well, the bills on you anyway,” You grin, closing the menu.
Leon chuckles, flipping the menu back over to him.
ooo watchu planning on making him do?
whatever WE want?? 🤔
decisions decisions...
As you scroll through the chat, you find a question you're sure Leon would just love, “One of them has a question.”
“That sentence has never ended well for me on stream,” He mutters absentmindedly as he raises a glass of water.
“Okay, somebody asked…Leon how do you feel about splitting bills?’ ”
Leon pauses mid sip, “…That’s the question?”
“Apparently this is serious discourse,” You reply, seeing all the people in the chat argue over this.
“Split the bill…” He snickers quietly, thinking it’s a joke.
You look at him, still waiting for an answer.
He falters, “Oh–you’re asking seriously?”
“I’m just the messenger,” You shrug.
He leans back into the booth with another amused breath, eyes glancing around thoughtfully for a second before answering.
“Well,” he starts casually, “if I wanted to split bills with somebody, I’d just get a roommate.”
“Ahh, very wise answer,” You grin.
Your brows furrow at the sudden spam of song lyrics.
HOUSE REAL BIG
car real big DIH REAL BIG
everythang REAL BIG
Random fragments of the song flood the screen so fast they become unreadable.
Leon frowns, “What the hell are they talking about?”
“It’s just a song,” You giggle.
“A song about what?”
You wave him off immediately, still snickering, “Don’t worry about it.”
The stupid lyrics keep coming.
RIMS REEL BIG
pocketS REAL BIG🗣️
RINGS REAL BIG💍
Leon watches the messages fly by, “I feel like I’m being mocked.”
“Well, you are,” you coo, reaching over to squish what little fat he has on his stubbled cheek.
“Great.”
Once the food comes, it’s almost dead silent as the two of you hunker down, dead focused on eating after walking around for so long.
Leon eventually nudges your foot beneath the table with his. You glance up to see him avoiding your gaze with a faint little grin.
“Hey,” You scold gently, doing it back immediately.
Soon it devolves into a petty little foot war under the booth while both of you try maintaining a posh outward appearance, though the giant stuffed bunny sitting beside you was probably doing a better job.
“Brat,” he mutters.
“You started it,” Your foot catches against his ankle at the same time he shifts forward in the booth. The movement accidentally drags your leg higher against his, against his thigh for a brief second.
You snicker, foot playfully nudging against what you assume is his side pocket since you can feel the outline of something. His keys or phone maybe…
Leon makes a choked sound, goes still across from you before slowly bringing a hand to lower your foot under the table, eyes looking anywhere but directly at you.
Oh.
You knew his keys couldn’t have been that…big.
“I–sorry,” you mutter.
He clears his throat, “No, you’re good.”
You down at the camera to busy yourself as he brings the glass of water up to his mouth.
OH?
what happened😭
AM I INTERRUPTING
feel like im ina cuck chair
its getting HOT in here 😼
Thank god you receive a massive dono from a viewer to cut through the tension. The loud notification nearly makes you jump,
“Wow,” you laugh, staring at the screen.
Leon leans over slightly, trying to read the amount before his eyebrows lift.
The viewer had gifted an absurd amount of subs all at once.
You blink down at the attached message.
You deserve it.
“Oh,” you snort awkwardly, cheeks warming a little. “That’s…sweet. Thank you, seriously.”
Leon huffs softly through his nose beside his glass, “Guess I’m not the only one spoiling you.”
At first he didn't think much of it, people got weird online all the time, especially with streamers.
Another notification comes through, and your eyes widen in disbelief.
‘Jason_m76 donated $50’
Pretty smile.
Leon’s gaze flickers toward the screen briefly.
Okay, he’s just being nice. It’s not alarming…yet.
But then he donates another fifty.
Can’t decide what looks prettier tonight. The lanterns or you.
“Okay,” you chuckle awkwardly.
Leon shifts in his seat, brows furrowing as another donation appears.
I think I saw you walk by earlier.
His gaze flickers towards the windows momentarily.
Your smile falters for half a second before you recover, “Oh,” you laugh nervously, “well…hi, I guess?”
WAIT WHAT
oh thats kinda creepy 😬
oh!
bro dropped a whole mortgage
“Maybe they're just at the festival too?...” You ask, glancing over at Leon who gives you a reassuring look, not wanting to ruin the night for you.
He leans back slowly in the booth, gaze casually drifting around the restaurant now and trying to take note of anyone who looked suspicious but he was just met with the set of wealthy businessmen and blushing couples.
Still, he’d spent too long in his line of work to ignore when his gut started talking.
Something in him snaps when he hears the notification of another donation.
Blue looks good on him too.
“Sure does,” You mumble, growing more nervous by the second. This has literally never happened before and the guy has spent hundreds already.
Leon scoffs quietly. Who the hell is this guy?
“You okay?” you ask quietly.
“Hm? Yeah.” His attention stays fixed on the windows, eyes squinting as he tries to look for any lingering passerbyers.
You try laughing it off for chat, but the mood is obviously different now. Not enough to ruin the night completely, just enough to leave a strange vibe in the air.
Eventually you end the stream outside the restaurant after saying goodbye to chat.
The drive home is nice and quiet. The city lights blur gold against the windshield while Leon’s hands rest steady against the steering wheel and the other holds yours.
You ramble quietly about wedding planning and moving boxes to fill the silence.
Leon hums absently. You glance toward him. He’s listening, sorta, but his eyes keep drifting toward the side and rearview mirror.
You squeeze his hand,“Tired?”
“Hm?” He glances over briefly. “A little.”
You nod but something still feels a little off. Was it the guy that kept donating? What if he got jealous or something? Or maybe he’s just weirded out like you were?
When you finally reach your apartment, Leon follows you upstairs carrying the giant bunny under one arm while you fumble with your keys.
The second he steps inside, his posture changes subtly as he sort of hovers behind you. His eyes move around the apartment toward the windows, the locks, the hallway, the balcony door.
You chuckle softly, it looks like he’s seeing the place for the first time.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he answers quickly.
He notices the way you tilt your head, and immediately and forces himself to relax a little, reaching over to squeeze your side gently.
“Sorry sweetheart, just been a long day.”
You nod, accepting the answer for now. “Well,” you sigh, stretching your arms over your head, “I’m showering before I pass out.”
“Mhm.”
You pause halfway toward the bathroom when he doesn’t follow, still standing near the living room window, watching outside, “You comin’?”
His eyes flick toward you, “Nah, it’s okay. You go ahead first.”
You blink. That’s weird. Especially after the entire night you’ve had together.
You wander back toward him instead and his expression softens instantly when you wrap your arms loosely around his neck,
“I thought you’d do whatever I wanted,” you whisper.
“You fight dirty,” he murmurs, exhaling quietly through his nose before finally relenting, hands settling against your waist.
“But hey,” he mutters, bringing your ring finger up and placing a gentle kiss there, “I am a man of my word.”
The shower leaves both of you flush and boneless and by the time Leon carries you back into the bedroom wrapped loosely in your robe, your limbs feel like jello.
He plops you onto the mattress gently. You frown in exhaustion as he pulls the blankets over you, “I’m never showering with you again.”
He snorts softly before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Shit.”
“What?” You ask.
“My phone.”
“You left it?”
“Yeah, in the car.”
You wave him off sleepily, “Just get it tomorrow.”
He’s already heading for the door. He needs it in case he gets a dreaded emergency call from work, “Won’t take long babe.”
Outside the night air is colder than before, so quiet he could probably hear a pindrop. Leon grabs his phone from the car before heading back to your door.
He pauses at your doorway. There's a small, poorly wrapped cardboard box sitting on your doormat.
He crouches beside it and picks it up, turning it to look for a shipping label. There’s no return address, no name, just a crooked little bow taped messily on top.
Leon shakes his head, opening it carefully, there could be a damn bomb in there for all he knows.
The sight makes his body grow cold, there are tons of photographs.
You, outside the DSO building. You, getting into his car. You, laughing beneath the lantern lights earlier tonight. You, sitting inside the restaurant.
He takes note of how every picture is taken from a distance, like the photographer is hiding behind something, watching your every move
Leon flips to the final photo.
It’s you outside the restaurant window when the both of you were heading back to his car. You're smiling and he’s beside you, except his face has been violently scratched out.
A folded note slips from beneath the stack and in messy handwriting: You looked beautiful today.
Leon stares at the words for a long moment, feeling molten hot anger simmer in his chest. His fingers are shaky with adrenaline as he slowly puts everything back into the box
Every exhausted and paranoid instinct he tried suppressing all night suddenly crashes together at once as two thoughts come to mind.
You weren’t staying here tonight.
And he’s gonna fucking find jason_m76.
jason rn:
taglist: @lskluvbot @defvia @cherrymustangg @aurorasnsadprosee
IOOOOO I LOVE
