( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )
Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.
Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.
He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.
He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.
At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.
Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.
And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.
You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.
He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.
“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.
“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.
“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.
“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.
“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”
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littl tiny drabble abt the one fictional character who stole my heart at the sweet age of 13 ₊˚⊹♡ strongly inspired by dis song . . . ₊˚⊹♡
it's 10:30 at night as you sat on your knees on your bed with your best friend, Ellie. whom is leaning on her side, she stared at you with low eyes, high from the joint she smoked 10 minute's ago.
if you're being honest Ellie makes you incredibly nervous, why? because she's the first ever girl you formed a romantic crush on. before Ellie, all you did was date horrible college boys who wanted one thing and one thing only. After Ellie came into your life freshmen year of college, the dates stopped and you started hanging around the brunette more than you would like too admit.
she would question you about the status of your love life and you would always say "m' just looking for the right person." , and you would both leave it at that.
so fast-forward too now. you blurt out loud "you know i never kissed a girl before." you don't know exactly why, you would say such a random statement with the girl you recently found out you had feelings for.
Ellie being her nonchalant self, let out a hm followed up with "wann' try it?" fuck.
you tend to put yourself in situations that you know are bound to bite you in the ass later and this is one of those situations. you look at ellie for any signs that the girl could be joking but she was serious.
" your joking right?" you let out a nervous laugh. "nah, i'm serious. it's not like we are gonna fuck or somethin." she says causally, while rolling another blunt.
"o-oh okay, yeah i wanna try..i mean how different can it be?" you try to get your words out confidently, but the way she's looking at you is making you rethink this whole thing. "aight, come here."
( Vendetta! Leon K. x GN! Reader || your needy boyfriend making out with you at a heavy metal concert ♡ )
Your hands run up the lines of his leather jacket. He presses you up against the wall, kissing up your neck hungrily. The heavy sounds of guitar riffs and guttural vocals are almost drowned out by the murmurs your boyfriend was making into your ear.
You try focusing your attention on the passerby. Not a single one of them was paying attention to what the two of you were doing.
“Don't pay attention to them, babe. Pay attention to me.” He places two of his fingers on your cheek, gently pointing your face forward and facing him.
Before you can say anything, he's pressing his lips against yours. You feel the stubble on his face, tickling your own as your hands thumb the apples of his cheeks.
The kiss felt feverish, heated like he needed this. Which wasn't too far off from what Leon was thinking. You, you, you. His sweet thing. You were his. Leon hasn't felt this in love since he was a rookie. What was it called again? Puppy love? Leon was no puppy, that’s for sure.
It felt cheesy to him to say you made him feel young again, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Not like you could hear him that well anyway, the chords and riffs of guitars drowned out most of the words he was saying.
Leon pulls away from your lips to breathe. He stares at your features, and the lights above your head framed your face perfectly. A couple of spotlights on his sweet thing. Pretty like a picture, Leon thought. You had a dumb look on your face, a love-struck smile. A dumbly big smile made you look even prettier.