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โOh my goodness Leon you have to try it! Ugh, itโs sooooo good! Tomorrow we can walk to the coffee shop and you can try it!โ
You blabbered on about the newest drink your favorite coffee shop had just released. Playing around with your favorite plushie as you talked, drawing shapes into the soft fur. The soft blurb of the TV playing quietly in the background, local news personnel covering the most recent events in the community.
โOh! A-And then, tomorrow we can go to the grocery store, and Iโll make you that pasta you love! Maybe some steak too, Iโve been craving it.โ
Continuing on, Leon was stuck in a trance against your will. His arm resting against the top of your headboard, fiddling with a toothpick in his other hand. Eyes going in and out of focus, he was listening to your words, yet wasnโt really thinking about them. He just let you go on and on and onโฆLike he always did.
Although one thing was the main culprit of taking your boyfriendโs eyes off of youโฆThat goddamn headboard. His hand pushed up against it, creak. Releasing pressure, creak. Pressing again, creak. Quietly groaning, he readjusted himself in bed, squeak, from the mattress.
โDo you think desserts too much? I should probably bake dessert tomorrow right? But Iโm not really in the mood for cake and stuffโฆBrownies? No. I donโt know. Maybe iceโLeon are you even listening to me..?โ
Looking over at Leon with furrowed brows, the smile that was once on your face quickly turned to an angry frown. Like a child who didnโt get what they wanted.
โSweetheart, whatโs wrong with your headboard?โ Leon mumbled as his eyes met yours, looking back up to press the palm of his hand against the headboard. Creaks and soft movements shook the bed, practically indicating this thing was about to fall loose at any second.
โOh! Itโs been like that forever, itโs not really a problem.โ Answering his question, you smile once more before focusing your attention back onto your plushie, about to continue your talking before Leon spoke up once more.
โAre you sure it doesnโt bother you? Itโs driving me nutsโฆHow the hell havenโt you fallen through yet?โ He casually joked with a laugh, earning a scoff and a roll of your eyes from you. Tough crowd. โYou just gotta tighten the screws. Do you have a drill?โ
โโฆDoes it look like I own a drill?โ You replied with a serious look on your face. Practically saying he was insane for even thinking of you owning a drill. When would she need all of those tools anyway?
โCโmon doll how are you gonna have your neighbors hearing all of that banging? Thatโs just rude.โ With a smirk, he crossed his arms with a stupid smirk on his face. The two of you knew exactly what he meant, what a total perv!
โLeon! You canโt say stuff like that in front of our children!โ With a gasp, you quickly covered your plushies ears, pretending like they could really hear you. The amount of times those god damn plushies got in between you and Leonโs sex life made it feel like they were childrenโฆ
โAlright, alright, Iโm done. Weโre buying you a new bed tomorrow, my backs too old to be sleeping on shitโฆโ He murmured the last part to himself, groaning as he repositioned himself in bed once more. Squeak, squeak, squeak. God that sound was already driving him up the roof. โWeโll test it out tomorrow too.โ
โLeon!!!!โ
Definitely not my best work lol! Ahh, but I at least wanted to post something small for you guys :) both school and life have been so busy, but I thank my hubby for always helping me. I feel like I talk about him in the authors notes a lot, I'm so sorry guys, im lowkey just really in love!! I love you all, stay safe!! - Priscilla ๐
Summary: Its your fourth and final year of nursing school, and it was time to put all those simulation labs to good use! For your first day, you were able to practice blood drawing on none other than Leon S. Kennedy. He expected to see the usual nurse he had grown to know, but he was in for a surprise with you as you walked through the door. Sweet smile, sweet demeanor, sweet compliments about his...Veins. You were totally a nurse.
After every mission, as expected, Leon was seen by a doctor who performed a thorough routine physical. It was something that had to be doneโAny cuts, breaks, bruises, etc were much taken care of, and even if there were no signs, it was an extra safety precaution.
The DSO couldnโt lose their best agent after something so minuscule, could they?
So, he found himself here. In the doctors office laboratory, patiently waiting for the usual older womanโKarenโto come in and draw his blood.
That wasnโt what he got today.
โHello Mr. Kennedy! Itโs so nice to see you again today! How was that mission?โ Karen happily walked in, a bright smile on her face as she greeted and asked her usual question. Bright smile on her face.
โGood. I came back alive. One piece unlike last time.โ He replied with a dry laugh, usual smirk on his face as Karen laughed back at his humor.
โNow, I have a student with me today!โY/N can you come on our hun?โHer name is Y/N!โ
Leon didn't listen to another word Karen said. His eyes were already locked in on youโyoung, shy, and slightly scared. Quietly introducing yourself with a soft wave, holding a clipboard in your hands, pink stethoscope dangling from your neck. School instituted light blue scrubs hiding the supple curves hiding beneath the fabric.
โH-HiโฆI-Iโm Y/N. Um, the student nurse for today!โ You sweetly introduced, hugging the clipboard. Shy, witty, smile on your lips. Standing by Karinโs side like you were attached by your hip.
โIs it okay if she practices on you today Leon?โ
He didnโt hear a damn thing. He was too busy gazing at you with hearts in his eyes, listening to his heart beat inside of his eardrums.
โOhโUm, yeah, of course. We all gotta learn somehow.โ
Karen clapped her hands together. โWonderful! Y/N, you can draw the blood. Iโll supervise.โ
You nodded quickly, stepping closer to him. Up close, Leon suddenly seemedโฆlarger. Broader. Warmer. The faint scent of aftershave and clean soap lingered in the air.
โO-Okay, Mr. Kennedy,โ you murmured, setting the clipboard down, grabbing a pair of gloves. โCan you, umโฆroll up your sleeve for me please?โ
He did without hesitation, pushing the black fabric of his compression shirt up his arm.
And thatโs when you saw them.
The veins along his forearm were prominent, running in defined lines beneath his skin littered with scarsโevidence of years of training, discipline, and hard-earned strength. Your eyes lingered a second too long.
Leon noticed.
โYou good?โ he asked, one brow lifting slightly, though his voice had softened.
Your cheeks turned pink almost instantly. โY-Yeah! I justโumโฆโ You swallowed before excitedly breathing out. โYou have really nice veins..!โ
The room went quiet.
Leon blinked. โIโwhat?โ
โI mean!โ you rushed out, flustered beyond belief. โF-For blood draws! Theyโre very visible and healthy and that makes it easier and safer andโโ You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second. โโtheyโre very nice.โ
There it was again.
Nice.
Leon S. Kennedyโgovernment agent, hardened survivor, man who had faced bioterror threats without flinching, felt heat creep up the back of his neck.
โOh.โ He cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the opposite wall. โThanks. Iโฆ hydrate.โ
You gently took his arm in your hands to tie the tourniquet, your fingers brushing against his skin. He stiffenedโnot from pain, but from the way your touch was careful. Gentle. Almost reverent.
โTry not to move,โ you whispered, concentrating.
โIโm not,โ he replied quickly, voice just a little too tight.
You swabbed his arm with alcohol, then glanced up at him through your lashes. โYou work out a lot, donโt you?โ
โOccupational hazard,โ he said, attempting his usual smirkโbut it faltered when you smiled at him like that.
โD-Do you want me to give you a warning?โ
โI donโt need one.โ
The needle slid in smoothly, blood immediately rushing into the tubing and waiting for an exit out.
โSee?โ you beamed, eyes bright, relief washing over you. โPerfect veins.โ
Leon huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. โNever thought Iโd get complimented on that.โ
โWell,โ you said softly, focused on the filling blood connection tube, โyou should be. Theyโreโฆ impressive.โ
He was officially flustered now.
A faint pink dusted his cheeks as he avoided Karenโs knowing look.
โYou say that to all your patients?โ
โN-Noโฆโ you admitted honestly.
That made him glance back at you.There was no teasing in your expression. Just sincerity.
The vial filled. One after another. You removed the needle carefully, pressing gauze to his skin. โAll done. You did great!"
โI didnโt do anything,โ he muttered.
โYou stayed still,โ you countered gently. โThat counts.โ
Karen stepped forward, clearly enjoying every second of this. โExcellent work, Y/N.โ
You gently wrapped over the gauze with bandage wrap, smoothing it down with your thumb. Your touch lingered just a moment longer than necessary before you pulled away. Removing your gloves and washing your hands, following the expectations just like the lab simulation.
โUmโฆT-Thank you for letting me practice!โ You said shyly, clutching your clipboard again.
Leon flexed his arm absentmindedly, then looked at you with that softer version of his usual expressionโthe one very few people saw.
โAnytime,โ he replied. โGuess Iโll have to come back more often.โ
Karen raised a brow. โOh? Planning another mission already?โ
Leonโs eyes stayed on you.
โMaybe,โ he said lightly. โFor medical reasons.โ
Something silly for you all to read!! I tried my best to not put too much nursing lingo into this...Although it was difficult. I wanted all for you to understand! Love you all!! I hope you enjoy! - Priscilla ๐
P.S. If thereโs any mistakes please let me know itโs worse than just leaving it there and I realize later and get utterly embarrassed!
Brought this little plushie scenario to life since a lot of you liked it from this post!! :)
โJesus ChristโฆIs there ever a day where you donโt sleep with these things?โ Leon scoffed, as he looked down at the stuffed bodies of cloth sitting on your bed. Each one had its own place, and order.
It was like every time Leon walked into your room, those stuffed plushies beady little eyes judged him just a little more. Maybe it was because he was a grown middle aged man with a young pretty thing like you, maybe they secretly knew that he kinda liked them...
โLeon..! Theyโre my babies! Y-You canโt say that!โ You whined, a pout threatening to form on your lips as you walked out from your closet, changed into a fresh new set of pajamas.
"And you better not throw them on the floor Leon S. Kennedy!" Quickly scolding with the point of your index finger, you didn't even give Leon a second to move before even knowing his next move.
With a groan, Leon obeyed your orders, a few on your bedside table whilst the rest were placed on a chair in the corner of your room. Perfect, now the two of you had audience.
"Just because animal is in the name doesn't mean they actually live and breathe sweetheart." With a shake of his head, he chuckled at his own joke before looking up for a reaction from you.
You placed your hands on your hips, squinting your eyes with that "are you serious?" look to your face.
"Tough crowd." Leon murmured to himself as he lifted your pink covers back, groaning like an old man as he got into bed. Typical.
"The only wall being built between us is your muscles!" You playfully whined as you copied his actions, a giggle falling from your lips, grin escaping even though you tried to keep your sassy little attitude up, a total fail.
As soon as Leons ears piqued the sound of your giggle, he slowly turned around with a smirk on his face.
"Oh yeah? These muscles?" He spoke, wrapping his beefy arm around your neck and bringing you in closer, high pitched squeals coming from you as he flexed and applied more pressure in a gentle manner.
"L-Leon! Stop it! You're so mean! Get off of me!" Even if the words coming from your mouth were negative, you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it.
Laughs belted from your belly, feet playfully kicking up and down as Leons hands poked and prodded against your skin, ticklish sensation taking over your nerves, soft strands of his ashy brown hair tickling your forehead before he finally stopped and let go once he got his little 30 second fill of messing with you.
"Alright alright--I'm done. To bed it is."
Leon announced with a sigh, but not before scooting in closer and engulfing you with those muscle you "hated" so much, your chest pressed up against his back, close. Thick fingers trailing your face before jokingly closing your eyelids, but not without a protest from you.
"Leon i-it's so early! It's only 9:00, then you'll really be an old man! Lets watch a mo--"
Your protests were soon cut off as a deep snore emitted from his body behind you, one of his arms going lips, hitting the mattress with a soft thud
...God damn military training.
I hope you all like this silly little piece! I had fun typing it up, it reminded me a lot of me and my hubby :) Older Leon is very much inspired by my hubby haha. Thank you for the inspirations hun <3 As always, I love all of you so much!! I hope you enjoy this read and have a great day! - Priscilla ๐
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who's a "do you like it?" Guy rather than a "do you want it?" Guy. Without any hesitation, as soon as he hears your lips open with the word "yes," he's instantly looking for your size, maybe even different colors of whatever it is this time, and placing it in the cart.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy that complains about the hoard of plushies overflowing your bed every time he stays over at your apartment. Complaining about how it "builds a barrier" in between the two of you, immediately groaning and dramatically sighing like the old man he is as he places stuffed animals on the chair in the corner--never on the floor, he learned his lesson with that one.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who takes you on vacations as many times as your job allows it. Of course, at least one place the two of you visit on every trip has to do with some historical event that he spends the entire time explaining to you. Even when you aren't with him on his vacations, he'll always bring you back a souvenir and some candy. And of course, he'll always send at least one cheesy postcard.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy that has his phones font size set to the biggest and the boldest. Yes, he scrolls with his free hands pointer finger. Oh, and occasionally furrows his eyebrows and squints his eyes, moving the phone closer and farther away from him, trying to read a text message without his glasses.
Older!Boyfriend Leon Kennedy who despite the age gap, can't help to fantasize what the future will look like with you. He's in his 50's, his time is running out, you both know that. Him standing on one knee asking you those four most important words your lives is right around the corner, you standing in a white dress a little further down. You're the one that turned his dull, boring, depressed life around. Why not add one more to that happiness?
Just something quick I typed up with handsome requiem Leon in mind!! I love you all, stay safe!! - Priscilla ๐
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Husband!John Price where its always "well, my missus'..." When the 141 is around, or pretty much anyone for the most part. Doesn't matter what it is, his missus does it better than other of the other mens.
Soap's sitting at the crews usual lunch spot with the crew, complaining about the slop of a lunch he was packed this morning. Two slices of bread, a slab of ham, and and orange. His lady was upset with him, something about him keeping the toilet seat up one too many times. Silence came from price as he chewed his warm meal, Gaz gave him a soft sorry, Simon just groaned. "Aw, mate, my missus 'd never." He simply compared, with a chuckle, taking another spoonful of the warm pot roast you had made just for him, mashed potatoes and asparagus on the side, homemade lemon poppy seed muffin waiting for him to finish him main course, sweet little note read once or twice already. Leaning back with that idiotic smirk on his face, knowing he won a nonexistent battle inside of his head. Reaching for a cloth napkin, a dark green.
"Even got my own napkin." Throwing it on the table after wiping his mouth, all Soap could do was stare at the stupid hand sewn "J.P" Initials on the right corner of the square fabric. Embroidered red heart followed right behind. Soaps sandwich already has his fingers deeply imprinted onto both sides of the bread. Fucking bragging piece of shit.
Oh John, the big mean bragger you are! Something I thought of. His missus could never do no wrong in Johns eyes. - Priscilla ๐
"Careful, doll. Keep this up and I'll start thinking you actually like having me around."
The words lingered in the warm spring air, curling around you like the faint citrus scent d4rifting from the lemon tree. Your heart kicked sharply against your ribs, pulse flittering in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying. For a second, it seemed as if your pulse forgot how to jump.
You forced our a small laugh, trying to play it off, even as you struggled to start your sentence, shaking your head, heat bloomed across your cheeks.
"W-What? No, I--thats not what this is," you hurried to say, waving him off with a nervous flick of your wrist whilst shaking your head once more. "Im just being polite! Normal people are nice to their neighbors, you know?"
Leons smirk widened, clearly entertained by his quickly your little mind scrambled to defend yourself.
"Right," he murmured, amused. "Just neighborly kindness. Got it."
A breeze tugged at the ribbon on your hat, carrying the soft jingle of wind chimes and citrusy scent of lemon blossoms. The quiet of the backyard settled in around you again -- warm, lazy, and just a little too intimate for comfort.
Leon set his glass aside and pushed himself to his feet, rolling his shoulder like he was gearing up for real work.
"come on," he said, nodding towards the unfinished garden beds. "if were gonna build this thing, we should probably stop getting distracted."
"Y-You're the one getting distracted!" You exclaimed, brushing grass from your skirt as you stood. "I-I've been ready."
Leon chuckled underneath his breath, dropping back down beside the hearted box, prying it open with ease, the seem around the sleeve of his white t-shirt stretching around his bicep. You knelt across from him, close enough that your knees nearly brushed--close enough that you became painfully aware of every movement he made.
"Hold this," Leon instructed, passing you a wooden panel.
His fingers brushed against yours as you took it, and the brief contact sent a spark of awareness up your arm. You focused hard on keeping the board steady while he fitted it into place, his hands moving with confident precision.
"Are you always this intense about everything?" You asked lightly, trying to distract yourself from how near he was.
"Only when I care about the outcome," he replied, tightening a screw. "And you clearly care about this garden."
That softened something inside of your chest--but you quickly looked away, pretending to be far more focused on the wood than on him.
"Well, y-yes..." You said, shrugging slightly, a tilt of your head indicating that you were thinking. "I-I've wanted a real garden forever. Tiny apartment pots weren't really filling that want."
"Figured," he murmured. "You look like the type who needs space to grow things."
You blinked. Unsure whether to tease him or ask what he meant--but the moment passed as he shifted closer to reach for another tool, his arm brushing against yours once more.
The touch lingered longer than necessary.
Your stomach fluttered, and you immediately looked down, pretending to look at something that wasn't even there.
"I-Im gonna grab more ice for the lemonade," you said quickly, pushing to your feet. "You're probably already dying of thirst from all of this...Free labor."
Leon glanced up at you with a slow, knowing look.
"Take your time," he drawled. "Wouldn't want to rush your hospitality."
You escaped back into the house, carrying the tray once more. Your heart was racing, cheeks warm, and thoughts far messier than the garden ever was.
As you reached for the pitcher, one realization quietly settled in--you weren't ready to admit anything...But this was starting to feel different.
You looked out of your kitchen window, just to see Leon already staring back.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ - Yay chapter 3! Okay I promise ill be more consistent from now on...And write longer chapters...Enjoy friends!! I love you all, take care of yourselves, stay safe!!! XOXO - Priscilla ๐
The war never truly left Johnโit just learned how to sit quietly.
John Price had served for 35 long painstaking years, enlisting with more determination a solider could ever have than fear, and leaving at 51 with scars no one could ever fully count. Missions blurred into memories, gunfire into distant echoes, adrenaline into a ghost that still haunted his veins. Retirement felt wrong at firstโtoo still, too empty, like being trapped in a silence he still hadn't earned.
Sitting around all day was never an option for a man like him. Not for someone built on discipline, routine, and motion.
So, he packed what little he needed, crossed the ocean, and started over in America. A place where he didn't know much about the military, war laws, and anything related to the battlefield. He traded battlefields for towering pines and gunfire for early morning birdsongs. Becoming a park ranger wasn't glamorous, but it gave him a purpose, a reason for waking up in the morning. It kept him active, kept his body sharp, kept his mind from wandering back to places it didn't belong. The work was quieter, kinder, but still meaningful. Patrols at dawn, trail maintenance, guided tours through winding paths and blooming valleys.
A softer lifeโbut defiantly not an empty one.
Boots crunched against gravel as morning sunlight spilled through the parks recreational lode, dust dancing lazily in the golden glow. The scent of pine and fresh earth clung to the air, crisp and grounding. Price flipped through tour bookings with practiced ease, posture straight, movements controlled-A solider even in civilian clothing.
Visitors came and went in a steady blur.
Until someone new stepped forward.
For a fleeting moment, his attention faltered- not in a way anyone would notice, but enough for him to feel it. A subtle hitch in his rhythm. A spark of awareness he hadn't felt in years, settling uncomfortably against his chest.
The counter felt smaller, the room quieter.
"Hi!" Your voice happily beamed, bright smile stretching across your face. Hands gripped onto the straps of your hiking backpack, sweater zipped halfway up as mountain air clung to you. Your hair sat slightly messy-windswept from the drive through the park with the windows rolled all the way down.
"I-Im here for the guided hike..? Um, it should be under Y/N." You added, nerves and excitement blending into a soft, hopeful tone. Every first was always nerve-racking, but when you're all alone? God, did it get even worse, especially after a few grueling past few weeks.
A soft rustle of paper followed as he flipped through the sign in list, brow faintly furrowed in concentration before smoothing out again.
"Y/N," John repeated under his breath, the name setting more heavily than it should have.
His eyes lifted to youโsteady, assessing, but not unkind. The kind of look that made you question if you really did look like it was your first time on a hike, or if he was checking you out. He straightened, before offering a small polite nod.
"'Re right on time," he said, accent thick, voice low and calm, carrying slight authoritarian that made the busy reception area even smaller. โ'll be headinโ out in a few. Trails manageable, can get slippery near the falls."
He reached for a folded map, sliding it across the counter in your direction.
"Make sure โve got enough water," John added, glancing briefly at you once more. "Hikes more enjoyable when 're prepared."
There was something unreadable within his expression. Composed, practiced, but a subtle shift in his posture suggested this tour might not feel as routine as others. Especially with how cheerful you looked, and the way soft strands of hair curled in towards your face, messy, yet beautiful. A small detail he never thought he'd appreciate. It was clear it was your first time. He'd try to make it memorableโnoโhe would make it memorable.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ - Hello everyone! Super long time no see :) so many things have happened in life, both good and bad :,( but do not fret, Iโm totally okay! I come to feed the COD fandom, mainly my price girlies, a really silly story I thought of! I love you all, I miss you. I tried my best with writing the accent yall </3 Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!!! Iโll totally be continuing this silly troupe if it gets enough attention, or maybe I just want too >:) muahaha - Priscilla ๐
(John, as stated, is in his early fifties, specifically 51. Reader is mid/late twenties, around 25-28.)
The spring sun was warmer than yesterday, hinting to the fact that summer was near. Floral dresses and wind chimes blew through the soft winds, a soft yelp of glee breaking from your throat as you grabbed onto the straw hat atop of your head, white bow wrapped around the base of it. Leon promised he would come today, tools and all to help you set up your garden in your own backyard! No more tiny little pots littering your old apartment balcony, finally a chance to show off your green thumb.
Four large rectangular boxes laid on the grass, placed in the specific spot you wanted them to be at. Time ticked down on your vintage gold watch, counting down the seconds when Leon would arrive. He said heโd be here today, the same time you came over yesterday. A fresh pitcher of strawberry lemonade made and ready to drink waiting on the counter.
You laid on the grass quietly, letting the wind rustle through the leaves of all the lemon tree in the corner of your backyard, legs tucked underneath your bottom, fingers fiddling in your lap. Anxiously waiting to see that familiar figure. Honey blonde hair, ocean irises, cheesy breaking the ice jokes that were just so stupid it was a given to laugh.
Pushing yourself up, your heels dug into the damp soil, making a way for the three steps that reached your back porch. The back door closing with the jingle of a bell and the creaking of wood. Click, clack, click, clack the floor echoed back to you. Itโs almost as if the universe knew it was the perfect time for you to stand up, proven by the knock on your door, and a head moving to the side in order to take a peek inside through the sidelight.
Scurrying over to the door, you couldnโt help but stop to take one final look at yourself in the small entryway mirror. Adjusting the skirt that ended an inch or two from the bottom of your knee, baby pink colored fabric hidden underneath a sheer layer of white lace, accompanied by a bow tied around your waist.
โLeon! H-Hi! Oh my goodness, thank you so much for coming over to help!โ Your voice bellowed out as soon as you opened the door, witty smile plastered across your face, cheeks cascaded over with a pink blush.
Blue jeans, white shirt, toolbox in hand. The veins on his hand prominent with his grasp on the handle. A subtle smirk grew on his lips, accompanied by a semi awkward and lame wave from his free hand, quickly falling back to his side. You probably should have mentally prepared yourself more for this, especially the way that his shirt was clinging onto his biceps, your heart was already beating out of your chest!
โHey. Yeah, no worries at all. Just stepping in because someoneโs too scared to break a nail.โ He joked with a chuckle, taking a step inside as you opened the door wider for his entrance. Leon took a second to look around your home, quickly skimming past the entryway and back onto you.
โDid you bake something, or does it always smell like that?โ His brows furrowed, relaxing as he looked back down to you.
โO-Oh! No, surprisingly. It just always smells like that.โ You brushed off with a chuckle, shoulders falling down as you breathed out a laugh. โCome! Just follow me, I-I already have the boxes waiting outside, I was just waiting for you to show up.โ
โWell that sure makes things go along a lot smoother.โ He added on, not being able to resist the curiosity of taking small glimpses of every part of your home. The kitchen, dining room, and crisp off white walls that outshined his place in every which way. You were si much cleaner, sweeter, organized. The parallels between the two of you already showed the inevitable end.
Walking through the kitchen to get into the backyard, the back door creaked once more as you pushed it open, with Leon following closely behind you, his toolbox clinking at his side. The late spring air brushed against your cheeks, feeling warmer now that the sun had reached its zenith, and the subtle citrus aroma from the lemon tree wafted between you both.
"There," you indicated towards the four large boxes already laying where you wanted them placed, your hands clasped behind your back as if showcasing your finest accomplishment. "I thought youโd know where to start! And I-I didnโt want to risk messing anything up.โ
Leon let out a low whistle, placing the toolbox down with a solid thud on the porch step. "You werenโt joking. This is quite the project," he remarked, rolling his shoulders as if gearing up for the task. "Looks like Iโm really putting in my free labor today."
You chuckled softly, giggling like a child as he scurried down the steps, kneeling by the first box and waiting for Leon to follow. "Think of it as creating memories! Plus, youโll be rewarded with strawberry lemonade! Unlimited refills of course!โ You yelled out from your spot on the grass, cheeks full from your grin.
His gaze shifted to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm. Tempting offer. Iโll accept it." He crouched down next to you, the proximity of his frame making your heart race. His arm brushed against yours as he reached to examine the box, his hand broad and confident, veins visible beneath his skin.
Together, you started unloading suppliesโyou held the box down as he slipped different pieces of wood and screws out from the box. Laughing as he immediately tossed the instruction pamphlet to the side.
โA-Are you sure you donโt need instructions?โ You asked with a laugh, eyebrows lifting up in surprise at the almost natural manly instinct to not even take a glimpse at the instructions.
Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head.
Leon snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk as he shook his head. โSweetheart, instructions are for people who donโt know what theyโre doing.โ His calloused fingers brushed against yours again as he slid a plank into place, the warmth of his skin lingering far longer than it should have. He glanced up at you then, catching the way your lips parted as if to argue, though nothing came out.
โW-What if it breaks?โ you finally stammered, cheeks warming under his steady gaze.
โThen Iโll build it again. Or buy you new ones, whatever you want,โ He replied easily, voice low and steady, as if the idea of failing didnโt even exist in his world. He gave the frame a sharp tug, the wood creaking into place beneath his hands, and the sheer strength in the casual movement left you speechless. With a satisfied grunt, Leon dusted off his palms, the faint trace of sawdust sticking to his skin. โSee? Solid. Just trust me, doll. Just put the wood panels into place and put a few screws around the thing.โ
You let out a small laugh, nervous but genuine, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The garden, the sun, the faint citrus in the air. It all blurred around you, leaving only him and that unshakable confidence as he leaned closer, eyes glinting with quiet amusement.
โIโd say you could even do it yourself sweetheartโฆYou just wanted an excuse to see me again.โ Leon added with a teasing smirk, tipping his head to the side and shrugging his shoulders. Putting his arms up in protest before they fell followed by a husky laugh. You froze. Shoulders tense, face pale as your mind tried steering some sort of mumbo-jumbo type of sentence that defended his argument.
โW-What? N-No! Not at all! I-I really needed help I-I dont knowโ!โ
Leonโs laugh deepened, rich and warm, his shoulders shaking as he watched you stumble over your words, his hands opening the toolbox laying beside him on the ground. โRelax, sweetheart,โ he drawled, voice dropping lower, his blue irises never leaving your flustered expression. โIโm only teasing you. No need to panic like I caught you red-handed.โ
You huffed softly, puffing your cheeks in embarrassment before looking back down at the half-finished garden bed, desperately focusing on the planks of wood rather than the heat radiating off his body so close to yours. โY-You just wanna make fun of meโฆโ you muttered, your tone caught somewhere between annoyance and laughter.
โMm, I guess so.โ Leon replied easily, reaching for a screw and pressing it into place with those strong, steady hands. His forearm brushed against yours again, deliberate or not, and you felt your stomach flip. โBut you didnโt deny it either. Maybe you did want me here.โ
Your lips parted, ready to protest again, but his smirk softened into something less playful and moreโฆ sincere. He met your eyes, holding them steady with a glimmer of quiet honesty that almost knocked the air out of your lungs. โNot that I mind. Truth is, I donโt get invited over much these days.โ The admission lingered in the air, heavier than his earlier teasing. The hum of bees near the lemon tree, the warmth of the sunโit all seemed to fade until there was just him, kneeling in the dirt beside you, offering a piece of himself without saying too much. You didnt wanna pry, so you let the confession linger in the air for a few seconds.
โI-Iโll go get you something to drinkโฆBecause im nice, and I dont make fun of people who need help.โ Standing up from the grass, you brushed your skirt off of any dirt and grass, teasingly mentioning to him that he was the big mean bully inโฆWhatever this was. This neighborly relationship. Cheeky smile on your lips, watching as he just shook his head and opened the tiny packet of the screws and whatnot.
You slipped back into the house, the cool air of the kitchen brushing your skin as you grabbed the pitcher of strawberry lemonade you had prepared earlier that morning. Condensation beaded down the glass, the pale pink liquid catching the sunlight as you set it onto a tray, along with two tall glasses filled to the brim with ice. A thin lemon wedge and strawberry on the rim. For some reason, your hands trembled slightly as you arranged everything neatly, as if this simple act suddenly carried more weight than it should have.
When you returned, Leon was still crouched in the grass, focused on fitting one of the panels into place, but his head turned as soon as he heard the screen door creak open again. His gaze lingered on you. Not the tray, not the lemonade. But you, the sunlight spilling across your dress, the small effort youโd gone through to serve him something refreshing.
โWell, would you look at that,โ he said with a quiet grin, setting his screwdriver aside as you placed the tray down on the porch step between you both. โA man could get used to this kind of treatment.โ
You rolled your eyes playfully, though your heart raced when he reached for a glass. His fingers brushed the back of yours as he took it, deliberate and unhurried, and when he finally leaned back to sip, the soft sound he made afterward sent warmth crawling up your neck.
โDamn. Thatโs good,โ Leon said, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward you. โHomemade?โ
โMhm,โ you answered quickly, tucking hair behind your ear again, trying not to melt under his gaze. โSecret recipe. Unlimited refills, remember?โ
โDangerous offer, sweetheart.โ His smirk widened, but his voice held a note of something gentler as he tilted the glass toward you in a silent toast.
You mirrored him, clinking the rim of your glass against his before taking a sip of your own. For a moment, the quiet between you wasnโt awkwardโit was comfortable, almost intimate, the kind of silence that made your chest feel warm in a way you hadnโt expected.
Setting your glass down, you found yourself blurting out before you could stop yourself. โLeon? Would youโฆ maybe like to stay for lunch?โ
The words hung between you, fragile and daring, your pulse thrumming in your ears. Wind skimming through your hair, the bow on your hat following suit in the winds direction. His smirk faltered into something slower, deeper, his eyes narrowing slightly as if weighing the question for more than what it was. He set his glass down carefully, his hand flexing once against his thigh before he answered.
โLunch, huh?โ he drawled, leaning just a little closer, his voice low enough to stir the fine hairs at your nape. โCareful, doll. Keep this up and Iโll start thinking you actually like having me around.โ
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ - Ahhhh chapter two is out! Guys the tension is rising oh em gee!!! Anyways! As always, if there is anything wrong, misspelled, or anything that needs improvement please let me know!!! Thank you all so much, and I apologize that it took so long to release chapter twoโฆChapters will now be coming out every Wednesday!! (Yes, I know so amazing!) I may be alternating between this andddddd businessman Leon :) Just depends how im feeling. Okay I love you all goodbye now! Have a great day loves, take care of yourselves!!! - Priscilla ๐ (P.S, I was so excited that I couldnโt wait until 5 pmโฆ)
Humming a sweet tune, lips pressed together to spread your lipstick across your lips, suitcase held in your hands whilst you counted the amount of people that passed by like sheep. You couldnโt help but step ne foot out of the line, leaning to the side and stretching your head out to catch just a tiny glimpse of the plane. It wasnโt your first time anymore, you couldnโt help but feel the rush of adrenaline and blood rushing underneath your skin, nerves making your legs slightly wobble at the thought of being so high in the air on a flying piece of metal 30,000 feet above the air. Taking a deep breath in, your cheeks puffed up as you exhaled, the flushed pink hue all over the fat.
It felt like forever until it was your turn, watching a few old geezers be total assholes just because theyโre sitting hallways across the plane from each other. Like It was the attendants fault that they chose the cheaper route and didnt pick their seats. Spending so much time sucked up in the drama abused you to not even realize that you were next, just looking at the attendant with a big childish smile all over your face.
โMaโam? Do you have your ticket?โ The woman asked with a raised eyebrow, a weirded out look on her face, eyebrows risen high before your pretty litttle world of drama was crushed. Smile immediately washing away like a flower down the river. Embarrassment and shame flushed those rosy cheeks that were once puffy and full of life.
โO-Oh yes! I-Im so sorry you knowโJust like caught up in all the chatter andโโ Dugging through your junk filled bag, papers overflowing from the top as you yelped from the mess of papers that had landed onto the floor from your purse. Crumbling and creasing the paper in between your hands, luckily finding your passport with your plane ticket right in the middle, handing it to the woman with a witty expression plastered all over your face.
โAh! Youโve been selected for a surprise upgrade to first class! Enjoy your flight maโam.โ What was once a mumbling bunch of words was now quiet and still. Eyes wide, twinkling like the biggest and brightest star at night. Pausing for just five seconds, not really knowing what to say. A random free upgrade? This was going to be the bests flight ever!
โR-Really..?โ
โMhm! Oooof all the amenities too! Iโd take advantage of that if I was you.โ With a laugh, the attendant handed you the ticket, gently patting your shoulder and sending you off with a smile.e Different from the first weirder out look she gave you. It was as if your knees were about to buckle whilst walking through that long passenger boarding bridge to the entrance of the plane. Being the last one to walk through, greeted by beautiful flight attendants in those tight little professional uniforms. You handed one of the nicer younger looking ladies your ticket, hands shaky and almost reluctant to give your ticket up. The sweet woman even led you too your seat and stuffed your carry-on in the overhead bin! Oh wow, premium service indeed!
โIโm starting to think youโre obsessed with me. Following me to my seat?โ
That familiar voice from the gated lounge rung out, leaning back in those fancy first class seats, smirk on that stupid wanna-be-model face of his. Window that separated the two luxurious seats down, a clear sign of how little relaxation youโd get on this flight.
โI-I hope turbulence takes us both out,โ you mumbled, cheeks burning as you stood there like a total idiot just staring at him. Taking hesitant steps forwards, shoulders slightly tense as you sat down. The words came out more like a squeak than an insult.
He chuckled, low and smooth. โYou donโt mean that.โ
You didnโt. But you werenโt about to tell him that. Not when your heart was doing jumping jacks just from sitting this close to him.
You tucked your legs slightly to the side, smoothing your skirt and trying to ignore the way those daring blue eyes bore into your soul. Your hands nervously clutched the seatbelt, and you glanced around the cabin like a little lost duck, eyes wide and sparkly. โI-I didnโt even know people got upgraded for free like this,โ you said, more to yourself than him. โI thought it was just likeโฆa rumor, just in the movies, or something.โ
He watched you, amused, resting his chin in his palm. โMaybe youโre just lucky. Whatโs your name anyway, if you donโt mind me asking darling?
You looked at him then, lips pressed into a thoughtful pout. โY/N. And no, I-Iโm very much not lucky at all.โ Continuing whilst leaning back against the plush cushioning of the seat. โIโm more of a trip-on-flat-surfaces kind of girl. Once I dropped an entire tray of iced coffee at work because someone smiled at me.โ
His laugh escaped before he could stop it. โCute name. Iโm Leon.โ He finally answered, holding out his hand expecting a handshake like it was some sort of business deal. Of course, you couldnโt leave him hanging, so your tiny little soft hand gently shook hisโengulfed by his palm, rough padding of his fingers against yours. โDangerous weapon, smiles.โ
You giggled too, brushing your hair behind your ear shyly. โExactly. Smiles should be illegal. Especially yours. Itโs kind ofโฆ threatening. Scary.โ
His brows lifted, clearly enjoying himself now. โYou think my smile is threatening?โ Leon pointed to himself.
You nodded quickly, avoiding his eyes, twiddling with your thumbs. โMmhm. Feels like Iโm about to sign my soul away or something.โ
A silence stretched for a second โ a warm one. He leaned back slightly, watching you with a new softness in his gaze.
โIโll take that as a compliment,โ he said.
You buried your face in your hands. โIt wasnโt supposed to be!โ
โBut it was,โ he teased. โYou just didnโt mean to say it out loud.โ
You let out a helpless little whimper, trying not to melt into your seat. โYouโre not supposed to be nice and annoying. Itโs unfair. I-Itโs not how this game works!โ
Just then, the captainโs voice crackled over the speakers, announcing takeoff. You tensed slightly, gripping the armrest with both hands. Not because you were terrified of flying, exactly โ but something about that moment right before takeoff always made you feel like you were about to be launched into a new life.
He noticed your white-knuckled grip.
โNervous flyer?โ
You offered him a sheepish look. โNot nervous. Justโฆrespectfully terrified.โ
Without a word, he gently nudged his hand through the privacy window, letting his fingers rest just beside yours. Close enough to notice. Not close enough to scare you.
โI got you,โ he said, voice lower now. โItโs just a plane. But if it helps, you can think of me as your emotional support seatmate.โ
You blinked, lips parting slightly in surprise.
Then โ despite yourself โ you smiled.
It was small. Soft. But real.
And suddenly, flying 30,000 feet above the ground didnโt seem quite so scary anymore. Feet kicking at lift off, and unfamiliar yet warm fingers were caressing your knuckles.
Yay I stayed true to my words! <3 hope you all enjoy this part 2! Not sure if this is likeโฆSeries or something now, help! I really wanna finish โold dogs and new dollsโ first before starting anything big again! Unless you all prefer this over โold dogs and new dollsโ! Anyways, I love all of you and stay safe everyone! Drink your water, eat a nice yummy meal, and take care of yourself. And once again, if anything is wrong, bad, or if I made a mistake please let me know! Thank you all! ๐
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Businessman!Leon flying to LA for a conference, only to stumble upon Reader sitting next to him at the airport terminal! <3
Crossing his ankle over a knee, looking around at the busy yet familiar environment of New Yorks most notorious airport; JFK. Many sitting and enjoying a few minutes of tranquility before boarding, others arguing with vulnerable staff, but only one looking around at everything just like him.
A young girl, no older than a teenager, looking around with dazed sparkling eyes like this airport was the prettiest thing heโs ever seen. Straight posture, childish smile on her face, bouncing her legs in such a fast manner it seemed as if she was about to explode.
โYou look a little too young to be traveling by yourselfโฆHow old are you sweetheart?โ Leon questioned, eyebrows slightly furrowingโBut not in a mad way, more of a โdo your parents know youโre here?โ Way.
โOld enough that my parents let me travel aloneโฆโ She playfullt replied, dragging her words, childish smile now turning into a cheeky smirk, not being able to resist the giggle that fell between her lips. Turned to the side, hands on her knees, eyes playful.
โAhโSmart, Iโll give you that.โ He added with a chuckle, elbow against the hand rest, fingers holding his chin up. โFirst time on a plane?โ
โSecond!โ She chirped, tweeted like a bird. โMy first was when I came to New York, now this is my second, because Iโm going back home.โ Tilting her head to the side, providing silly information he hadnโt asked for. Not like Leon minded it one bit, it was cute. Especially with how happy she sounded.
An announcement blared over the intercom, announcing that gate was finally boarding after what felt like hours. It was all illegible mumbles, but everyone else was standing up, including Leon, so she followed cluelessly.
โExciting. Enjoy the trip alright sweetheart? Donโt talk to any creeps like me.โ He joked with a laugh, adjusting his sunglasses slightly, grabbing the handle of his expensive suitcase before walking away without another word. Passport and coffee in hand. Leon was first in line, handing the worker his ticket, causing the poor girl working to do a double take, about to speak up before she was cut off.
โUpgrade her seat, right next to mine. I donโt care how much, give yourself a nice tip while youโre at it.โLeon demanded whilst digging though his Jean pocket, opening his wallet and placing that sleek black card between the attendants fingers. Snatching his ticket away without another question. There wasnโt anything to worry about, he knew heโd get his way.
Haha okay just something silly I typed upโฆBecause this is how I met my hubby lol!!! Traveled to New York to tour around Columbia universityโs campus before committing, and when I was flying home to LA, he upgraded my seat right next to his in first class! Anyways, stranger danger! Or else youโll end up married a year later like me! <3 (P.S, Reader is 19! I apologize for not making it more clear, especially with the university description.)
Too lazy to writeโฆBut never too lazy to write a few headcanons about Older!Retired Neighbor Leon and Young!Teacher Reader! Just a little glimpse into the future for this duo! แตแดแต
Older!Retired Leon who watches you dance around in your kitchen from his homes living room every evening and early morning--Still in your tiny little frilly nightgowns in the early hours, switching over to adorable floral girly dresses in the evening.
Older!Retired Leon that pats your booty like they are a pair of bongos, humming the melody of some stupid silly rock song that's older than you, shocked you've never heard of it. Smirking down at your delicate figure, cheek smushed up against his chest, giving him those big eyes and cheesy smile he adored, staring at your exquisite features, all before giving those buns a few squeezes before you protested!
Older!Retired Leon that loves it when you're trying out a new recipe, calling him into your kitchen every few minutes asking him the same questions: โI-Is it good?โ โDoes it need more salt?โ โTry it! I promise, I added something else!โ Of course, nothing was ever wrong with your food. It was all amazing to him, especially since he couldn't even recall the last time he had a home cooked meal. Yet you were a worry wart, always wanting to make sure it was perfect before plating. Even if he scarfed it down in less than five minutes.
Older!Retired Leon who although older than you, more tired, and less energetic, still fulfills every single one of your needs and wishes. Buying you that pretty dress from that fancy boutique downtown, delivering fresh flowers to your home and job weekly, loving how you tell him the reaction of your students when they walked in and saw that giant bouquet on your desk.
The smell of roasted brewed coffee filled the air of Leonโs almost empty home. There wasnโt much insideโA couch, wooden dining table, two chairs, his bed, and that was simply it. He was a man, he didnโt do any of that girly decorating stuff, the bare minimum was good enough for him. Yawning as the sun peeked through the bedroom windows, lifting his shirt over his head with a sigh.ย
Picking up his belt from the floor, groaning at the strain on his back, this Sunday was just like every Sunday before. A faint feminine scent left in his sheets, clothes thrown all over the floor, and a hangover that repeatedly pounded his head. Calloused fingers sliding his belt through his dark colored jeans loops, running a hand through tousled hair once buckled up. The morning was just like any otherโbefore the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.
Mumbled curses under his breath, Leon was about to lose his shit. Who in the world would be knocking on his door this early in the morning? The sun was just barely peeking over the mountains, and those stupid door to door salesmen were already hard at work. Heavy thumps echoed throughout the home, fiddling with the locks on the door before being met with a sigh he thought heโd never be able to see again.
You. Standing in front of his door with a rosy blush on her cheeks, clearly a little scared and very shy. Holding a small heart shaped box of cookies in her hands, a pink summer dress hanging off of her body and swinging with the fresh spring breeze.
โL-LeonโฆH-Hi! Good morning! I made you cookies!โ
your voice soon broke, a witty smile on your face as you brought the plastic heart shaped box forward, the wind chimes hanging from your front yards magnolia tree hitting his ears.ย
โI-Itโs just a little thank you forโฆU-UmโฆHelping me move in!โ
You explained a little bit, realizing you probably sounded a tad bit silly and like a total weirdo saying she just made him cookies. They didnโt know each other that wellโฆSo, it was deemed to be awkward. Especially with your shy personality. Of course Leon knew it was for that reason, it was evident, but still, he stayed silent. How adorable it was to watch her little mind work its gearsโฆTry to think of something to say to not make things awkward, even if they werenโt. Chuckling to himself before revealing a smirk that he couldnโt contain, he just had to have a quick laugh at her.
โThank you sweetheart. Oh wow, these look amazing. You really put your whole heart into this hm?โ
Leon questioned with an eyebrow raised, reaching out to grab the small box. Looking down through the clear plastic packaging, seeing all of the different types of cookies she had baked just for him. Basic chocolate chip, jelly heart centers, and snickerdoodle. Smiling to himself before looking back up at her sparkling eyes, opening the door wider as if inviting you in.
โWanna come on in? I just brewed some coffee, we can share these over a cup.โ
The hinges on the door creaked as he pushed the door back, signaling with his hand that she was allowed to walk inside if she pleased. He didnโt wanna scare the poor girl, she already looked shy and hesitant enough. Leon was gonna change that, finally letting your shoulders rest and your back not be so tight.
โSure! Um, t-that sounds really niceโฆIโm not a big coffee drinker, but thank you for the offer Leon.โ
With a bright grin, you nodded your head happily, so eager to learn more about your mysterious neighbor. LikeโฆWhat was that noise coming from his home last night? Just kidding. Of course you wouldnโt ask that. Thatโs just stupid. And plus, you didnโt wanna be hated immediately.
โMore for me then.โ
A deep grumble escaped his throat, hearing the click of her heels hit the old wooden floor, closing the door behind her like a true man before leading the way. Your eyes wandered; waiting for something that gave you a hint about him. But the bare white walls, minimum decoration, and the empty beer bottles on the coffee table in front of the couch already explained enough about the type of man Leon was, or is.
Walking down the hall into the kitchen felt like a boring uneventful trip. Leon didnโt have a sense of style, or even decor. What more could you expect from a guy in his mid forties? Let alone a retired one? Yeah, he was fine with what he had, which was the important part.
Sitting in the chair Leon pulled out for her, thanking him sweetly with her soft voice barely above a whisper. Adjusting the skirt of that pink frilly dress, keeping up with her adorable little feminine fashion style that made everyoneโs head turn, yet it suits you so well.
Ceramic plates in hand, he sat down right across from you at the table. Legs of the wooden chair scraping against the kitchen floor. The bones in his hand flexing with each movement, even setting down a plate in front of you caused your mind to race with a million thoughts, making something deep within you feel a certain way, a way you've never even felt that caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up and your spine to shiver.ย
A gumble from Leonโsthroat immediately threw you out of that horny girl dazed state.Eyes becoming alert, locking back onto Leon as he picked up one of the strawberry jam cookies with the adorable heart in the center, each one having a different jam filling. You were looking at him with those pleading puppy eyes he couldn't resist without even knowing, head tilted to the side, mouth slightly agape. Twiddling with your fingers in your lap, waiting for him to just say something to get this awkward silence out of your environment.
โMmโฆThese are absolutely delicious sweetheart. What do you put in here? Thatโs a hazard around me right thereโฆโ
Leon playfully committed on your cookies, smiling whilst chewing, immediately going in for another bite as soon as he was done talking. Relief washed over your body as he finally spoke up, grinning and letting out a witty chuckle. Shoulders relaxing, delicate fingers pushing your hair back behind your ear, straightening back up as a witty chuckle escaped past the gap of your lips.
โReally? Thank youโฆI-Itโs my own secret recipe, nothing bad in it, I-I promise!โ
With another laugh, you leaned forward once again and smiled. Adjusting your position in the chair, opening your mouth to say something, yet his sharp voice cut you off without another thought.ย
โI know doll, Iโm joking with you. Ah shitโYou sure you donโt want anything to drink?โ
Cursing underneath his breath, Leon soon realized how much of a jackass he was being, completely forgetting to offer you anything. Standing up, grabbing a glassย from the barley filled kitchen cabinet, opening the fridge and looking around to name off the beverages inside. โI gotโฆMilk, juice, water, whatever you want.โ
โUmโWater please.โ
Nodding, Leon grabbed the pitcher filled with water in his hand, pouring it into the glass cup before setting it down right in front of you. โHere you go doll, if you need anything else donโt be shy to ask.โ
โThank youโฆYouโre too kind.โย
Embarrassingly enough, you didnโt even wait a good minute before taking a sip. Soft gulps echoing throughout the kitchen as the cold liquid ran down your esophagus, his familiar chuckle ringing in your ears as he spoke up once more.
โNo, not at all. If anything, I need to be even more.โ
Leon leaned back slightly in his chair, that same easy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His fingers drummed softly against the ceramic mug in front of him, as if there was a rhythm to the comfort he brought into the roomโunintentionally or not.
With a snicker of your own, you smiled as you set the glass down gently on the wooden table. The way Leonโs charismatic self would make soft little jokes warmed your heart, even if most of them werenโt laugh-out-loud funny. Who didnโt love a good dad joke, anyway? His humor was old-fashioned, sureโdefinitely more on the โuncle at a barbecueโ side of the spectrumโbut that made it even more endearing.
โHow is moving in coming along? Do you need help with anything else?โ he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. The genuine tone in his voice made your heart flutter. He wasnโt asking out of politeness. He actually wanted to help.
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked down bashfully at your lap before responding. โOh, I-itโs good. Iโm pretty much settled in, just need a few more things. But Iโm okay, thank you.โ
Leon nodded slowly, but there was a spark of amusement in his eyesโhe wasnโt buying it.
โYou sure? Iโve seen you in the backyard lately,โ he said, leaning forward slightly as his tone took on a teasing edge. โThose garden beds arenโt gonna build themselves, sweetheart.โ
Your eyes widened slightly, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at having been caught. โO-Oh..! I-I know! Itโs just been a little hardโฆIโve just been lazy, how embarrassing to admit.โ
He chuckled, deep and low. โNot at all. Weโve all been there.โ
You offered a sheepish smile in return, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your pink fluffy dress under the table. Before you could try to explain further, Leon continued.
โWant some help?โ he offered, reaching across the table to nudge the cookie box closer to you. โI have all the tools and everythingโyou donโt have to worry, doll. We donโt want you damaging those freshly manicured nails of yours.โ
You laughed nervously, shaking your head even as a genuine smile spread across your face. His charm was almost overwhelming in the best way. โOh, t-that would be lovely! Thank you, Leon. You really donโt need to, I can do it!โ
Leon waved off your protests with a shrug and a lopsided grin. โNo, no, youโre fine. I canโt have a lady doing the hard work, especially when Iโm just sitting around. Iโll be there tomorrow, around this time, alright?โ
You hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly, warmth blooming in your chest. His kindness was the kind that felt rare these days. โItโs not your responsibility, I-I really appreciate it, Leon. Y-Yes, tomorrow is perfect!โ
You stood from the chair, his movements following hours before running a hand through his messy dark golden blonde brownish locks.
โWell, I-I have to get going. Thank you so much for the water, and I hope you enjoy the cookies. You can keep the container, itโs okay!โ
His smile faltered slightly, not ready for the conversation to end. โSo soon? Alright, I understand.โ
As he led you toward the door, he looked back at you with that signature smirk softening into something warmer. โYouโre welcome, sweetheart. And those cookies are absolutely deliciousโฆ If you ever have any extra, bring them over, yeah?โ
You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand as you stood up to see follow him out. โI-I will! Thank you, Leon. Have a good day, okay? It was nice meeting up with you!โ
โLikewise, doll.โ He opened the door for you, sunlight spilling in and casting a golden hue along the floorboards. He gave you one last look, a knowing gleam in his eyes. โSee you tomorrow, alright?โ
โMkay,โ you said softly. His body leaning against the wall by the doorway. โBye, Leon. Thank you!โ
He winked, the corner of his mouth twitching into that familiar smirk again. โAnytime.โ
And with that, the door closed gently behind you, leaving the scent of fresh coffee, cookies, and something entirely unspoken lingering in the air.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ - Ahhh I finally posted chapter 1 everyone! ๐ฅน I apologize that this has taken me so long, I have been on my honeymoon with my husband! Iโve been taking everything easy, but I hope you all enjoy! If there is anything I messed up, did wrong, missed, etc, please kindly inform me! Thank you all so much! Love you and stay safe!! ๐ (P.S, if you can tell which parts I wrote half asleep, and which parts I wrote whilst super focused, you get a cookie! ๐ช)
Ahhh my first fic series! I am so excited to be able to write for all of you! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do so! Please be patient with updates, and I hope you all enjoy! ๐
Carpenter!Joel miller whoโs known for being able to do basically everything in town. Whether it be from fixing cars, clogged drains, or even rescuing a cat from a tree, Joel could do it. He was the guy you could call.
Not much was expected from the sudden phone callโjust one of his best buds, your father, calling in a bit of a panic, asking if Joel could swing by his princessโs house. It wasnโt anything too serious. Her car just wouldnโt start in the frigid winter morning, no matter what she tried.
Joel figured heโd make a quick buck out of it, and with the way the weather in Jackson had been lately, it was likely just some moisture that had frozen somewhere in the engine or the electrical systemโjust like it had for so many others. Letting out a sigh, his breath misting in the icy air, Joel climbed into his old 1980s Chevrolet. The toolbox in the back clinked and rattled as he rumbled down the uneven, gravel-covered forest roads.
A thud from the door closing echoed through the trees, fresh crunchy snow breaking underneath his boots. Heavy breaths providing a sort of warmth for his body, russet eyes staring off into the surrounding trees in the distance, rugged eyebrows creasing together.
It wasnโt long before you came rushing out from your garage, calling out his name with those sweet lips of yours, like Cupid had just struck his heart. Sure, he knew your father had a daughterโฆBut you? He wasnโt expecting a little doll like you to pop out. No wonder your father kept you a secretโฆ
Quick but appreciative thank youโs fell from your lips at his timely manner, stuttering yet talking your complete empty head off whilst explaining everything that was going on! The car wonโt start, you tried doing everything your father recommended over the phone, yet it still refused! How were you going to get your morning coffee? What about opening up your boutique? Oh, and those donuts you promised your colleagues!
No more of that worrying princess, just sit down and relax as he works. Let him pop open the hood and get to work. It really only took a good 10 minutes before your car was up and running again, and a bright excited grin lined your lips, giggling from happiness and excitement, practically jumping up and down like a little girl!
Thankfully, Joel made sure to mess with the wires just a bit, knowing another problem would for sure show before your daddy came home. He didnโt have to know, right? So why donโt you just take his number in case anything else happens princess? Better safe than sorry.
Can you tell I miss winter already? Ahh, but summer is just as beautiful! (หถแต แต แตหถ)
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Please just listen to meโฆOlder retired Leon, living in a small suburban neighborhood that brings peace to his mind after endless years of working for the DSO.
Thereโs not much going on in Leonโs life anymore. JustโฆA boring retired old man. Sometimes he would go to the sleazy old bar in town, take a pretty girl to his bed all before finding her gone the next morning.
That was pretty much the only excitement in Leonโs life, oh, and his beloved motorcycle of course. Definitely expanded his collection with a few old and new bikes, just for some variety of course.
Being retired was something he of course knew would happen one way or the otherโฆBut Leon didnโt expect to be thrown out so soon. All because a few old achy bones of his and now he was โdoneโ? He was fine. But nonetheless, what could he do now? His life would be forever dullโฆNot until you showed up.
A sweet little thing, just like the ones at the bar, but even better, moving into the old cottage colonial style home right next to him. Your hair silky and soft, dressed so feminine and sexy, all dolled up and pretty for the big move! No ring, and no husband in sight. Perfect for Leon to just pounce.
Leon just had to offer help. How could any man allow a beautiful doll like you to carry and lift all those heavy boxes? Plus, it let him show off those god sculpted muscles of his. You just had to be stubborn and remind him that you totally canโt can do all of this yourself!
By the end of the day, every single piece of furniture was unpacked and assembled, boxes thrown out, and all interns were in their designated place. Leon had even known a few little things about you! Like how you moved to accept a new teaching job, you recently graduated, you have two little adorable ragdoll cats that wouldnโt leave him alone while he was putting together your bed frame.
Days had gone in a bliss. Small knuckles hit against the wooden door, causing a grumble to fall from Leonโs lips. Probably those god damn salesmanโฆHeโd show them how to make a real fucking sale this time if they didnโtโ
โI-I made you cookies!โ
Does anyone want a series? Please let me know! I want to work on a fic/drabble series but want to please all of you as well! หถแต แต แตหถ
Husband Leon Kennedy thisโฆHusband Leon Kennedy thatโฆOkay, but what about Husband Chris Redfield?
Chris is utterly obsessed with you. Will do whatever you command within a heartbeat, no matter what it is. Heโll always make sure to zip up the back of your dress for you, leaving a few chaste kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulders. A trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee is left everytime he puts on your heels, giggling and smiling like a little girl, complaining that it tickles, yet he knows heโd keep going higher and higher if you werenโt so ticklish!
You could be doing the simplest thing like cooking, doing laundry, or picking up after your kiddos mess, heโd always be right behind you to give your ass a nice smack. Itโs not his fault, it was looking at him first!
Definitely a big family man. Three older boys, and finally a pair of twin girls that couldnโt be anymore different personality wise. Heโs a little harsher on his boys, he knows they can handle anything. But with his little girls? Oh, those two have him wrapped around their tiny fingers.
At the end of a hectic work day, muscles sore and achy, the touch of his beloved makes him melt. Just a nice warm shower and his family is all he needs. Your kids already know how tired daddy can be after work, thatโs why after every mission, thereโs a movie night in mom and dadโs bedroom. Including dadโs famously tight cuddles and loud bear snores not even five minutes into the film.
Even if heโs a dead man walking after a mission, all he needs to hear is those sweet bubbly laughs and the pitter patter of feet against the wood flooring. Squeals of joy escaping his sweet babyโs lips as they race to see who will hug dad first this time around!
And at the very last is his sweet darling. Blush on her cheeks and smile on her lips, arms wrapped around her figure, pulling her in for the deepest kiss of her life, that just gets deeper and deeper and sweeter and sweeter as time goes by. Only stopping as your children gag about how gross mommy and daddy are being!