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A/N: excuse me while I gobble this idea up and let it consume me
professor leon kennedy is usually very good at pretending he’s unaffected
that’s part of what makes him such a good lecturer, along with his calm voice and his steady hands
those brilliant blue eyes scan slowly across the lecture hall while students hang onto every word that leaves his mouth
except today. today he’s struggling
because you’re sitting in the front row leaning toward the guy beside you, whispering something that makes you smile
and leon completely loses his train of thought
outwardly, he's still talking. still pacing slowly in front of the projector screen with one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks
but somewhere in the middle of explaining a case study, his eyes drift back toward you again and stay there too long
because you look beautiful when you’re distracted, that’s the problem
your lashes lower when you laugh softly, your fingers toy absentmindedly with your pen, you lean closer when you’re listening
and leon, poor, yearning professor Kennedy, can’t stop noticing every little thing about you
the handsome student beside you says something else quietly
you smile again
and for the first time all semester, professor kennedy stumbles over his own lecture
the room barely notices, but you do
because when you finally glance back toward him, leon is already looking at you and the expression on his face nearly steals the air from your lungs
not jealousy exactly. something softer than that. something far more dangerous, like he wants your attention so badly it’s starting to undo him
then, almost unconsciously, his tongue presses briefly against the inside of his cheek while his gaze flicks toward the boy sitting next to you before returning to your face again
and suddenly you understand
professor leon kennedy is trying very hard to act unaffected by you and failing beautifully
and you know there's no reason for professor kennedy to be jealous. you were just helping the boy next to you understand the lesson
so to make sure the professor knew you were his (entirely, helplessly his) you slid your legs open just a little bit
you felt cool air up your thighs. between them.
professor Kennedy turns back in your direction
“-and when assessing a compromised witness statement, you have to account for the fact that memory under stress is not linear-”
leon stops for the time is takes for one fractured heartbeat
his eyes had drifted toward you automatically again, helplessly, really, because they had been doing that all lecture, and then suddenly the world narrowed into something unbearably small
you. front row. skirt shifted ever so slightly as your knees opened, ankles still together
a glimpse of soft fabric. lace. hidden only for him
the professor’s breath catches so subtly no one else notices it
you do. god, you do
because you know him now
you know the way his composure tightens when he’s struggling. the way his jaw flexes when he’s trying not to react. the way his eyes darken when something reaches too deeply beneath that careful, professional control of his
and right now, professor leon kennedy is unraveling beautifully
not because of what you showed him, but because of what it meant
the boy beside you says something quietly again, leaning closer
leon’s grip tightens around the dry erase marker in his hand
then your eyes lift to his and suddenly understanding moves across his face with devastating clarity
Oh.
you were not teasing. not being cruel
you were comforting him
the realization hits him so hard he nearly loses the next sentence entirely
his gaze drops for half a second, tongue pressing slowly against the inside of his cheek while he gathers himself
“People,” he says, voice rougher now, lower somehow, “people tend to reveal what matters to them most when they feel threatened.”
silence settles strangely over the lecture hall
because something about the way professor kennedy said the sentence sounded painfully personal
his eyes meet yours again
and this time the look in them nearly steals the breath from your lungs
it was unbearably tender
like your tiny act of reassurance had slipped beneath his ribs and lodged there permanently
leon forces himself to continue the lecture despite looking like a man trying to survive his own feelings in real time
and from the front row, you watch him fail at it completely
an: sorry this part is shorter, but i wanna write a full chapter version of this anyways if you enjoy it enough. ❤︎ . ݁ ˖
♡ you were pretty nervous this time around, and not because he had given you a direct reason to but because something felt different that night
♡ leon was a stunningly handsome man, you knew that from the start, but you knew no more than his name and address. it had to be limerence, so always told yourself he was off limits.
♡ not only was he already married and nearly twice your age, but you had responsibility over his children, and you weren’t one to jeopardize your career and moral standpoint just so you could bang your hot employer.
♡ but, did that mean you couldn’t admire him? especially the way he looked under the warmth of the street lamps on the drive to yours?
♡ so when you two found yourselves stuck at yet another red light, you decided to take a leap of faith
♡ how harmful could it be to ask about his late wife? it’s only respectful, if you take away your profile, given that he brought her up first.
♡ you pretended to forget and first asked him for her name, then what she did for work, and if he still thought about her.
♡ he seemed taken aback, but the more he talked about her the more he warmed up
♡ his shoulders relaxed a few millimetres, and he had a certain lingering smile of adoration on his cheeks. you had never seen him show so much emotion, well, ever.
♡ while the sight was aching, to say the least, you couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of jealousy
♡ not because you were worried about a beautiful dead woman, but you were put off by how a small part of you wished he was talking about you that way
♡ you tell him that she sounds lovely and you wish you could’ve met her, but what you didn’t think he’d ever say, he did.
♡ “she actually… looked a lot like you.”
♡ you felt a weird mix of emotions braising in your stomach and swelling your heart. part of you felt honoured to be compared to a woman he seemed to love very much, and another part of you felt… a different kind of good.
♡ for a moment you forgot he was father of the kids you’re caring for, a man you hardly know anything about, a man who will always be ten steps ahead in life’s experience compared to you.
♡ for a moment you saw a handsome man who hadn’t had an outlet for his love in years, a man who felt comfortable to confide in you about it. you saw a man with potential.
♡ in his car, at the thousandth red light, you sat next to a man that you deliriously believed you might have a chance at saving.
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fem!reader babysitting for widowed dad!leon kennedy
[pt. 2]
cw: implied age gap, reader is a PhD candidate and is called pretty, nothing explicit but there is romantic tension and leon struggles to accept it, mentions of his unnamed ex-wife’s death
an: idk how i feel abt this one guys, lmk your thoughts in the comments! 🖤
♡ leon hired you a few months ago from your facebook advertisement titled “babysitting/petsitting/housesitting”, and it wasn’t hard for you to pass the interview because he was immediately charmed by your welcoming and trustworthy demeanor
♡ you’d worn a pretty flowy blouse and a long skirt—modest, youthful—and your eyes and smile were very pretty to look at but leon swears that didn’t sway his decision to hire you on the spot
♡ he usually needs you there until very late at night, like, past midnight even, so eventually he starts having you stay until morning because it’s easier and safer for the kids
♡ he even drives you to and from his house, and is still very generous with your pay: $50 an hour
♡ in the past, you’ve insisted that he lowers the pay or at least lets you contribute to the gas and grocery that he spends on you, but he never lets you
♡ his kids are very well disciplined, very polite. he always reminds them to “be good to the pretty girl” that takes care of them, to say please and thank you, to not give you a hard time, and they don’t
♡ and he really does call you that in front of you, often stealing a quick glance to see if you react but you always try your best not to
♡ his kids though, they really love you. his 8 year old daughter, for instance, thinks you’re the coolest girl in the world—more than model worthy, but princess worthy, “pretty enough for daddy” worthy. her words!
♡ his son on the other hand, he is a little older and is his father’s spitting image, by physical means and personality too. he really looks up to his dad and constantly talks about how he wants to join “cop school” the second he turns 18
♡ and one night when leon comes home to his children’s bedrooms empty because they decided they wanted to stay with you in your room, he realizes that he’s in for something he never thought would actually when he hired you
♡ you were sitting on the armchair next to the queen bed while the kids slept soundly on the bed that was divided by a wall of pillows
♡ you were awake, humming quietly and either scrolling through some intelligent novel or finishing up one of your PhD readings, leon didn’t know for sure, because all he could think was “oh, man.”
♡ the sight was too sweet for his heart, and for a moment he forgot that in comparison to him, you were only a college girl with no familial obligation, and he was 49 with two kids and a deceased wife.
♡ for a moment, all he saw was a beautiful woman who loved and cared for his kids, and who his kids loved and trusted back. a beautiful woman with a cute yet intense focus-face and a warm voice.
♡ when you looked up at him your posture straightened slightly and you put your tablet down, smiling at him, then whispering about how the kids insisted they had to sleep in your room because otherwise the dark would eat them, and then explaining how you didn’t want to let them down and how you hoped it didn’t make leon uncomfortable
♡ he could only grin and shake his head as he took off his gloves before running his hair back, going on about how they used to do the same when their mom died
♡ when you saw how his face dropped a little at the mention of her, you got up and stood in front of him, a sympathetic pout on your lips, telling him that “you seem like a really good dad, leon,” and that “they always miss you when you’re at work.”
♡ he could only smile at you and grab your upper arm with a gentle, what he thinks is a platonic squeeze, then telling you how he “couldn’t do it all without you.”
♡ you brushed off his praise and tell him about what the kids did all day, what they ate, when they bathed, how you made sure they both brushed their teeth
♡ and leon stared at you as you did, wondering if it was normal to be so warmed by the intense care you put into being a babysitter, normal to feel like he could find a way to make it work with a girl nearly half his age
♡ and as leon drove you home, he wondered if you ever thought the same way of him, or if he was just a sad, lonely old man, hungry for love.
₊ ֹ ˖ JOHN LOGAN MAKES YOU WANNA CRY . . IN A GOOD WAY ᱺㅤㅤ ୨౿
he’s got like ten tabs full of assignments waiting for him at home. a comfy bed that’s screaming his name. a hungry stomach he’s forgotten to feed after having a granola bar in the morning. in deep need of a shower post a really long and hard practice.
but there he is in his brother’s garage at eleven at night, shirtless, so goddamn patient, bent over the hood of your car, dealing with a fizzy, angry battery that could explode and kill him, while you stand in the corner biting your lip, so fucking guilty for calling him to help because your car was producing a really weird smell after you came back from driving a friend home from one of those frat parties.
you had to stop by the curb and wait for thirty minutes, the soonest he could come get you after you called, and he picked up after one ring, worried.
without a single complaint. oh god, your boyfriend was too selfless for his own good when it came to you.
your week had already been really emotional for no reason, and seeing logan just being his sweet self doesn’t help but let fat drops of tears run down your face silently as you stare at him.
ten minutes have passed, and logan has to move to clean something quickly with a rag he has over his shoulder, and while discarding it to grab another one, he can’t help but see his pretty girl crying.
“woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong, gorgeous?” he frowns, leaving his work behind, quickly striding over to you, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, hands curling around your neck.
his sweaty chest be damned.
“i’m sorry i ruined your night,” you sniffle as you pull away, looking up at him, your hands by your side, not knowing what to do with them.
“oh baby, you didn’t ruin anything. that thought didn’t even occur to me when i rushed to come get you,” he gently moves his hands to cradle your face, kissing your tears away. “i was actually kinda giddy that you called me for help.” he flashes you that pretty smile that makes you melt, trying to make you feel better.
“but you’re—you’re all tired from practice and you need a shower.” he chuckles, and even despite that, you lay your face into his chest as he holds onto your waist, gently rocking both of you side by side. “and you need to eat.”
logan thinks he could genuinely marry you right now.
“how about this,” he says gently, brushing his thumb across your cheek, wiping the last of your tears. “give me ten more minutes to finish this—it’s basically done anyway.”
his tone is light, reassuring, like he’s easing you back down piece by piece.
“and then we go home,” he continues, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “and you help me do all that, yeah?”
his nose nudges yours slightly when he pulls back, his smile small but warm.
“does that sound good?” he knows he’s satisfied when you nod and wipe your eyes with the back of your hands.
“there she is,” he murmurs, softer now, leaning in to press one last gentle kiss to your lips—slow, reassuring, meant to settle you more than anything else.
he shakes his head with a small smile as he turns back to the car, grabbing his rag again, finishing up the last few things.
like you didn’t just cry over something so stupid.
john logan really bagged a girl way too sweet for his own good.
Summary: You let loose with the girls after Allie’s final performance of the season and Logan has to come get your drunk ass.
Ahead: John Logan x reader, purely fluff, excessive drinking, dumb short I'm sorry
“Hello?” Logan’s voice was raspy with sleep as he answered his phone after several rings. He blinked his eyes in the darkness, temporarily blinded by the light of his phone screen which clearly displayed your name and a picture he had taken of you after one of his games.
“I need you to come get me.” You giggled into the phone, speech slurred and music playing muffled in the background like you were just outside of the main area of whatever bar or party you were at.
Logan sat up quickly, eyebrows creased in concern as he tucked his phone between his jaw and shoulder. He flicked on a light and reached for a random Briar hoodie near him. “Where are you?”
“Malone’s, silly!” You continued to giggle, like his question was ridiculous. “I’m celebrating with the girls. I’m outside waiting for them.”
Logan slipped his sneakers on before grabbing his keys, speeding out of his bedroom. “And where are Allie and Hannah right now?” He hated the idea of standing outside of Malone’s in the dark and cold, drunk out of your mind and the easiest prey for a creep passing by.
You did a little twirl on the sidewalk, “Well, Allie drank a bit too much so Hannah had to hold her hair in the bathroom while she, you know, threw up and stuff. It was too hot inside, so I’m waiting for them here.” You hiccuped your way through your explanation, hearing Logan’s truck rumbling to life on the other side of the phone.
Logan ran a hand over his face, all traces of sleep and relaxation leaving his body. “You know I hate when you go out without me.” He wasn’t mad. He never got truly mad at you, just worried like a concerned father. It was hard for him to keep you safe if he wasn’t there to protect you.
“I know,” You pouted, “I missed you all night.”
Logan’s chest warmed at your words, pressing down on the acceleration pedal a bit harder.
You continued with your drunken explanation, “Allie had her last big performance tonight and we wanted to celebrate. Hannah doesn’t drink at parties, so she’s the DD but it’s hard to be a DD with only a bike.” You snorted at your own joke, and Logan couldn’t help chuckling too at the mental image of all three girls piling on to Hannah’s bike.
“You did the right thing by calling me, baby.” Logan confirmed.
You smiled to yourself. “I love when you call me that.”
“What?” Logan asked, taking a bit of an advantage of your tipsy honesty.
“Baby.” You repeated, imitating Logan’s gruff, deeper voice. You sighed, “You’re so sexy, ya know?”
Logan grinned, letting out a hearty laugh, pushing back his dark locks with one hand. “You’re very drunk, baby.”
“I totally am!” You laughed, nearly tripping on a potted plant. As you regained your balance, you spotted Logan’s truck pulling up, his headlight illuminating your stumbling figure.
Logan hopped out of the truck, jogging over to you. Before he could even fully approach you, your face broke out into a wide grin and you were hopping into the air, arms outstretched.
“My sexy man!” You exclaimed as you wrapped not only your arms but your legs around his body, clinging to him like a koala.
Logan let out a quick gasp in surprise, managing to catch you with one hand on your thigh and the other holding his keys. “Happy to see you too, baby.”
After a few moments, Logan gently places you on the ground, his hand now holding your arm to keep you upright. Being able to see you clearly, he took in your drunken state. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were glossy, small tears settled on your eyelashes like morning dew on grass. Your smile never wavered, even as you swayed slightly. He couldn’t help chuckling when he noticed the denim jacket you were wearing was upside down, you appearing completely oblivious.
You leaned towards him, smushing your cheek into his strong arm, “Can we stop for cheesy fries on the way home?”
Logan smiled softly, kissing the top of your head. “Sure, baby.”
Very short but I don't know what to write. Leave a request if you would like!
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Something about Death Island! Leon kennedy showering his little girl in praises really gets to me like—
“hm? You like that, sweetgirl?”
He mutters lowly as his big veiny hands, calloused from years of hard work as a Gov.t Agent, The same Gov.t who couldn't give two fucks about his wellbeing, slithers down towards his sweetheart's soft tummy.
He playfully pinches the smooth flesh, soft fats dipping under his rough fingers, eliciting a sweet whine out of his darling's mouth. The sound's so soft, so docile, so innocent—just like his sweetgirl, all plaint and soft edges against his rough, battle-hardened ones, Immediately melting his grumpy, closed off exterior.
His fingers leisurely rub and caress the flesh in silent apology, as if trying to will away the slight redness that came from his doing. His chapped lips finds the crook of his darling's neck and peppers little kisses all over the delicate skin, wanting to deviate her attention from the little pinch.
He hums slowly, his stubble tickling her dainty flesh, prompting her to giggle delightfully, eyes all narrowed from the saccharine smile, full of vibrance and pure joy, that even the sun would shy away from the brightness. His sunshine
His eyes refuse to blink, still stuck to her youthful face, which is all contorted in happiness as she squeals softly the moment his fingers turn to tickle her sides instead. The candied sound s high pitched , like music to his ears.
She writhes and squirm against him, back pressed to his broad, muscular chest—his big arms, running with battle scars, keeps her pressed against him, caging her soft squirmy body, refusing to part from her just yet.
“my sweetgirl. Mine only”
“hmm so sweet, like honey.”
“always so eager to please daddy, aren't you?”
“wan' you to be mine forever, doll.”
“curling up on my lap like a little puppy. You are an eager little puppy for daddy. Aren't you? My sweet sweet puppy, I'm never letting go of you”
His gruff praises, that borderlines something deep, something darker—something that's almost yandere. Yet it never fails to put a smile on her face, so blissfully unaware of what he actually meant. All smiley faces and giggles, relishing in his love that's only there for her.
His love, so soft yet so dangerous at the same time, wrapping around her, engulfing her whole, enveloping her in a way she'd never find a way out. The love he displays is only the tip of the iceberg. If he had the freedom of exhibiting his love without scaring her, he'd done that the moment she came into his life like an angel.
Everything that was close to him was snatched away, everything that he called his own—taken away from his desperate grasp of wanting at least one thing to be his own. That's why, it'd not have been wrong g if he took her away and hid her from the rest of the world, only to be his and his alone.
But he won't do that. No. He loves his little girl too much to scare her like that. She's bubbly and sweet, always chatting up with everyone and everything, even trees. So No, he won't deprive her of anything that brings her joy, and that allows him to hear the honeyed voice talking about "pollination".
No matter how enormous the urge to keep her hidden is, he won't do that. He loves gazing at her smiley brightened face too much to want that.
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both of ur leon x teacher reader say its gender neutral but use she her pronouns. it literally in the first paragraphs on the second part and at the end of the first part
OMG i'm so so sorry about this!!! i seriously don't know how i haven't ever noticed... i must've either copied my fic title section wrong, or changed it and forgot to edit. i've gone in and fixed them both, i hope i caught everything. thank you for pointing this out to me, and sorry if it ruined the read!
p.s. in the future if i ever slip up again, i encourage all readers not to hesitate to comment or send me a msg! - cat
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