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APPLE PIE LEON GIVE READER (me) A KISSSSS PLEASE

the fucking brainrot…i’m sorry (no i’m not)

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you guys flatter me so much with all your feedback. i love yoh all so much you keep me writing !

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AAPPLE PIE GRRRRRR PLEASE GRRR

IM POSTING THE NEXT PART SOON

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i’m 21 today leon kennedy im coming for u

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i’m posting ghost blurbs tonight and nobody is gonna stop me

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tw: mentions of smut, slight roughness

i don’t know MAYBE it’s just me but i’ve always imagined re4 Leon as a gentle lover.

he’s so gentle and caring, soft kisses on your temple and on your shoulder when you’re getting dressed for the day.

carries in all the groceries in one trip because impressing you is so much more important than the blood circulation in his arm right?

even when he’s moody he will mumble small “thank you” s and “love you”s whenever you do something for him.

he hates it most whenever he has to leave you for work. unexpected trips that make him so heartbroken to see your face get flushed with sadness, your eyes getting glossy and your voice shaking when you say goodbye.

all he can do is hug you so tight, taking in the scent of you and closing his eyes as he kisses your head over and over reminding you of how he always comes back and always will.

and he does

and when he does come back it’s like a different person for a couple hours.

you can’t recognize the sweet leon you know who used to brush your hair for you after a long night of drinking, only thing in your hair is his long fingers, tugging at your strands and pulling your head back as he grinds into you. he is so so rough, he doesn’t even know how strong he is either.

one hand in your hair and the other having a bruising grip on your waist as he tries to focus on a specific pattern that he knows will make you crumble right below him.

“look at that arch so fucking perfect for me, can’t imagine what you would do without me.”

it’s the dirty talk that gets you. you are usually his sweetheart, his angel, baby, princess, honey. but on nights when he comes home from a long trip you’re nothing but his and you can’t question it.

you let out loud whines as you try and stutter words out as you suddenly feel his chest press against your back, his chuckle in your ear sending chills down your spine.

“what, can’t speak? it’s okay, pretty little pussy is speaking for you.”

leon groans in your ear as he kisses the shell of your ear then the back of your neck.

the sweet couple dynamic is shattered just for about an hour, just till he’s done with you. then when he is done with you, he’s letting you lean against him in the shower as he rinses the shampoo out of your hair, talking about how he couldn’t believe the things they have him do for work.

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they fucked but you didn’t let us see ?????? soo cruel….

oh so many times

but don’t worry as i go through the new chapters there will be flash backs to some stuffff i actually had written so much smut for the first 5 chapters but really wanted to keep that soft, angsty kinda forbidden love thing.

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apple pie reader and leon were together for a year and a half and you guys think they DIDNT fuck? oh i laughed

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apple pie crumbs HEHE

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i’ve been hiding the comeback of apple pie for- months.

FIVE more chapters in the works and this is only the first one.

Apple pie part 6

Warnings: Mentions of throw up, angst and depictions of panic attacks.

I’m so excited for you guys to read this.

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ding

That chirping noise of the bell above the front door of your shop that somehow still made you jump even if you’ve been here every single day for 12 hours.

Was it smart to use all of your savings to open up your own flower shop? Probably not. Yet you didn’t have a single care in the world. Moving to the city was probably the best decision you could’ve made for yourself. Trying to forget a life you once knew, that person you used to be.

Your flower shop was unique though. Yes you sell bouquets, but If people were having a hard time picking what they wanted, you would make them a bouquet of their own 12 flowers. And since it was spring, business was booming. Your eyes flicked up, a wide smile growing across your face as you watched a man walk in, his eyes scanning over all of the separate bouquets.

Your fingers held at the knife in your hand, picking the thorns off the white roses between your fingers. Your form finally focuses back onto the bouquet you were creating, the pink ribbon resting on the counter. 12pm and the store was still this dead.

Your body jolted as the man who walked in earlier was in front of the counter, your finger pushing up onto the thorn on the stem making you hiss as you quickly pressed your now bleeding finger into your jeans before you looked up at him.

“What can I help you with?”

Handsome. The scruff on his face shaped perfection to him, and his smile was even better, his dark brown hair and broad shoulders making you wonder if he would be able to tell if you were staring.

“Sorry to scare you, Is your finger okay?”

His voice was like butter too? You were sure you looked almost starstruck, your head shaking as you let out a short laugh.

“Please, I’m my only employee, I cut myself so many times a week.”

The man chuckled softly, his eyes gazing over the braid on your shoulder and the glasses on your face. Then it hit you, this is the same man who’s been passing by every week. You noticed he would peer in whenever you were moving new pots in, but the shop is right next to a bakery so you assumed maybe people just looked.

“Not to sound like a stalker but, I was wondering If you wanted to go out sometime”

Was he really asking you out? Your heart was beating in your ears as you accidentally let out a huff, your eyes flickered around the shop as his hand rested against the counter.

“You’re asking somebody out and we haven’t even exchanged names?”

Your sentence made him smile yet again and god, did you enjoy seeing it. He shrugged, putting his larger hand out across the counter.

“You’re right, how rude of me. Chris Redfield.”

Your bleeding finger suddenly stopped, allowing you to reach your hand up, grabbing at his and smiling widely as you both exchanged a firm handshake.

“Well, I would love to go out sometime, Chris.”

Anybody should be flattered when a handsome man asks them out, right?

Right.

The view from your apartment was gorgeous. Especially at night time. The air lingered with silence as you poured yourself a glass of red wine, your heater turning on as you began to walk towards the chair you had facing the big open window by your living area. You sat down with a soft sigh, your legs crossing as you took a long sip of the thick red liquid. How many bottles did you go through this week anyways.

Your other hand comes up to rub your bare arm, your body flinching as you quickly pull your fingers away. A loud sigh leaves you as tears quickly weld in your eyes, the wine glass in your hand tilting back as you suddenly gulped down the liquid, a thin red line of spilled wine running down your chin as you just watched the active city below you.

Where could he be? You wondered as you wiped your chin, four years is a long time right? He has definitely forgotten after four years.

Maybe he went back for you.

This is a mental battle you’ve had with yourself everyday for the last year since you left your hometown. Selling your house to a single mom, who had promised to keep your garden alive when you left. The thought of him showing up to not find you always left you broken. But he had all that time, there’s no way he showed up.

It’s why you moved. You couldn’t keep yourself there with the hope that one day he would appear again. You had this sick fantasy that he would come back and everything would go back to normal, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. It killed your mental health and it still does.

Yet here you were, going on a date with some man that you don’t even know. You could hear Leon in the back of your head lecturing you about how stupid it is to give strangers your number, let alone your apartment number. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock at the door, the sound of your heels clicking filling the apartment as you walked to the front and swung it open to see Chris.

You blinked at him a few times then looked down at the bouquet of pink roses and daisies in his hands. His arm extends to hand them to you carefully.

“Wow, these are beautiful, thank you so much.”

Yet there was a heavy feeling in your throat at the sight of the daisies. You refused to grow them at your shop and there was a reason why. You swallowed the lump in your throat, quickly inviting the man into the apartment as you hurried to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

“Not as beautiful as you though, not to sound overly sappy or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head, tucking some hair behind your ear as you set the vase of flowers on your counter and looking at him.

“What, you talk to girls like this all the time?”

Chris shook his head as the two of you began to walk to the front door, his head shaking as he held it open for you and let you lock it.

“Personally, women don’t really talk to me”

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There’s no way women don’t talk to Chris redfield.

The two of you have been at this fancy restaurant he took you to for hours, laughing up a storm over random jokes and old childhood embarrassing stories. Your eyes scanned over his arms and his shirt before you tilted your head leaning forward a bit.

“I can’t believe I've never asked, what do you do for work?”

It’s to forward a question.

What if he lies to you?

How can you know he’s being honest-

“Well my career started when I was very young. I enrolled in the United States air force. Then I got tired of it I guess, started working at this place called Racoon City Police Department for a special service squad. Now I work for a private government agency, sorry if that scared you away. I know it may seem like my job is dangerous but I guarantee I'm fine.”

His honesty hit you like a truck. You blinked at him a few times processing what he had told you before a bell very similar to the one in your store rang in your head..

“Racoon City?”

You spoke, your fingers stopped tapping at the table as you looked across at Chris who just slowly nodded.

Don’t bring it up.

“Well it doesn’t push me away. I like a man in uniform.”

Hitting him back with corny pickup lines was your perfect solution.

“I’m supposed to go to this big company party next week, I don’t have a plus one. You should come with me.”

Chris spoke as he glanced at you after taking a bite of his food.

Saying yes was definitely far out of your comfort zone but, you’ve known him for about a month now. What could possibly go wrong anyways

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“Grief isn't just the mourn of death. Grief can hit you in so many ways, and the way it processes in your brain makes it harder to heal.”

Hearing your therapist's words made a soft sigh leave your lips as you just nodded your head. staring at the wall behind her as she just looked at you.

“You can’t hold onto the fact that maybe he was going to come back, you’ll drive yourself crazy forever.”

Plus, you had Chris now. He was an angel, he treated you so right and even if you didn’t want to talk about your ex- who wasn’t even really your ex but you were in love with him. He never made you happy.

Yet the way Chris treats you makes you wonder if the two of you could’ve been like this, sometimes you close your eyes and imagine that simple life with Leon but it can never happen. Not now.

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The weather has been so bad. Pouring every single day and Chris knows how much storms scare you. So staying at his house was definitely a blessing. The two of you weren’t dating yet, It’s only been two months and he says he knows what he wants but you’re not sure you believe him yet.

He works these awfully long hours leaving you alone in his house laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The sound of the rain growing heavier gains your attention as you glance over at the window, your heart suddenly racing as you clear your throat sitting up.

——-

The memory is clear as day still.

Your eyes fixated on your window in your bedroom. Your head snapping as you hear Leon whistle walking into the room.

“I hate-“

“You hate storms, you bring it up everytime it rains you know.”

Leon spoke with a small smile as he sat down on the bed, his fingers gently grabbing at your wrist, frowning slightly to feel how elevated your heart beat is. He quickly pulls you to his chest, making sure you’re comfortable. He loves how soft your hair is, his fingers running through the strands of your hair as you both soak in the silence.

“If something ever happened. Like we were to get separated and I haven’t seen you in years- I bet you’d pretend like you never knew me.”

Leon let your sentence settle for a second, his eyebrows frowned as he shook his head, his eyes dancing over the odd pattern of your ceiling as he gently gripped your shoulder and looked down at you.

“I would never pretend to not know you.”

——-

You don’t know why but the thought makes you sick. Sprinting to Chris’ bathroom, holding onto your stomach as you throw up, your hands grabbing at the floor now as tears quickly spring to your eyes. Then you’re gasping for breath, shaking your head as you stand up, your shaking palms reaching for the sink.

Everything is dizzy, and almost cloudy. You turn the water on, quickly splashing your face. Your vision is still dancing when you look up into the mirror, the edges starting to clear as you let out a long breath.

It’s hard being in a hole.

———————-

“Chris can you please zip this up, i don’t have the patience.”

The words came out jumbled and stressed, your skin rising with goosebumps when Chris’ fingers brush against your back, zipping up the dress with ease before he leans down slightly. Kissing at your shoulder as he grips at your arms. His thumbs caressing over your soft skin.

“As beautiful as the day I first saw you.”

Chris was what you needed. In a time where you felt most alone he showed up. He looked so handsome in his suit, you lick at your thumb as you fix his eyebrows, smiling as he grabs at your waist.

“You ready? Or do you need more time.”

He always worked around you.

“I’m ready but- thank you.”

Chris always rambled on about how his work space was honestly great. You couldn’t tell if he was lying because you use to say the same thing when you worked at the diner. The drive was suppose to be almost half an hour but it felt like two minutes.

Chris always opened the car door for you, his hand holding onto yours tightly as you two walked through the parking lot.

Your palms were sweaty, a feeling of unease lingering in the air.Something just felt off- almost like you were scared but of what?

Its badges of honor. Of course Chris was getting one but he didn’t tell you who else. The two of you were standing in the lobby of this giant hall forever, when the sound of Chris name made your head turn.

It all made sense. It felt like the blood was drained from your body, Chris’ hand slipping off your lower back to hug him.

Him?

Chris finally turns back to you, a wide smile on his face.

“Can’t believe I've never mentioned him. This is my friend, Leon.”

Your eyes are wide. Your throat feels like it’s swelling .

Leon too of course. His face white and his gaze fixated on your visibly shaken form

All before he extends his hand out to you.

“Leon Kennedy, pleasure.”

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hello my beautifuls

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my tummy hurts, i might die

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goodmorning i promise i see the requests and im writing as fast as i can !! muah

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APPLE PIE LEON IS A LITTLE SHJT WHAT DO YOU MEAN LEON KENNEDY, PLEASURE??? I’LL SHOVE MY FIST ALL THE WAY UP YOUR ASS HOW ABOUT THAT BITCH BOY

LMAOOO

i didn’t know it would cause an uproar guys !!

i just love angst hehe

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husband!Leon who brings you home flowers every single day no matter the occasion, one hand holding at the bouquet and the other trying to scramble open the door but of course, you, his angel, open it for him.

husband!Leon who can’t help but compliment your every move. Did the dishes? “I don’t deserve you” Made him dinner? “For me? What did I do to get this lucky?” Did all his laundry? “What a sweet girl” he’d grumble as he watched you stirring whatever you were making in the kitchen.

husband!Leon who gets on your ass for not taking care of yourself sometimes.

“What do you mean you didn’t brush your hair? Turn around”

“Did you take your vitamins?”

“Don’t forget to take your medicine, sweetheart”

husband!Leon who ‘Innocently’ buys your new clothes a size down, his eyes scattering over every curve of your body as you do the dishes.

NSFW warning!

husband!Leon who can’t help but shove his fingers into your mouth as you lay on the bed, his perfect angel, laid so perfectly beneath him. His spit covered fingers pushing down to rub slow circles on your already sensitive clit.

husband!Leon who makes you beg for it, his eyes hazy as he rubs himself over your folds over and over again, your pretty little eyes practically filled with tears.

husband!Leon who fucks you so deep that you blabber nonsense, your fingers gripping at the white bed sheets as his rough hands grip at your hips. He loves to watch you struggle so much.

husband!Leon who doesn’t pull out, his fingers pushing his cum back into you as your chest heaves, but of course, he carefully lays you against the pillows, gets you water and makes sure you are so perfectly tucked in.

anything for his angel.

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

i’ve been hiding the comeback of apple pie for- months.

FIVE more chapters in the works and this is only the first one.

Apple pie part 6

Warnings: Mentions of throw up, angst and depictions of panic attacks.

I’m so excited for you guys to read this.

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ding

That chirping noise of the bell above the front door of your shop that somehow still made you jump even if you’ve been here every single day for 12 hours.

Was it smart to use all of your savings to open up your own flower shop? Probably not. Yet you didn’t have a single care in the world. Moving to the city was probably the best decision you could’ve made for yourself. Trying to forget a life you once knew, that person you used to be.

Your flower shop was unique though. Yes you sell bouquets, but If people were having a hard time picking what they wanted, you would make them a bouquet of their own 12 flowers. And since it was spring, business was booming. Your eyes flicked up, a wide smile growing across your face as you watched a man walk in, his eyes scanning over all of the separate bouquets.

Your fingers held at the knife in your hand, picking the thorns off the white roses between your fingers. Your form finally focuses back onto the bouquet you were creating, the pink ribbon resting on the counter. 12pm and the store was still this dead.

Your body jolted as the man who walked in earlier was in front of the counter, your finger pushing up onto the thorn on the stem making you hiss as you quickly pressed your now bleeding finger into your jeans before you looked up at him.

“What can I help you with?”

Handsome. The scruff on his face shaped perfection to him, and his smile was even better, his dark brown hair and broad shoulders making you wonder if he would be able to tell if you were staring.

“Sorry to scare you, Is your finger okay?”

His voice was like butter too? You were sure you looked almost starstruck, your head shaking as you let out a short laugh.

“Please, I’m my only employee, I cut myself so many times a week.”

The man chuckled softly, his eyes gazing over the braid on your shoulder and the glasses on your face. Then it hit you, this is the same man who’s been passing by every week. You noticed he would peer in whenever you were moving new pots in, but the shop is right next to a bakery so you assumed maybe people just looked.

“Not to sound like a stalker but, I was wondering If you wanted to go out sometime”

Was he really asking you out? Your heart was beating in your ears as you accidentally let out a huff, your eyes flickered around the shop as his hand rested against the counter.

“You’re asking somebody out and we haven’t even exchanged names?”

Your sentence made him smile yet again and god, did you enjoy seeing it. He shrugged, putting his larger hand out across the counter.

“You’re right, how rude of me. Chris Redfield.”

Your bleeding finger suddenly stopped, allowing you to reach your hand up, grabbing at his and smiling widely as you both exchanged a firm handshake.

“Well, I would love to go out sometime, Chris.”

Anybody should be flattered when a handsome man asks them out, right?

Right.

The view from your apartment was gorgeous. Especially at night time. The air lingered with silence as you poured yourself a glass of red wine, your heater turning on as you began to walk towards the chair you had facing the big open window by your living area. You sat down with a soft sigh, your legs crossing as you took a long sip of the thick red liquid. How many bottles did you go through this week anyways.

Your other hand comes up to rub your bare arm, your body flinching as you quickly pull your fingers away. A loud sigh leaves you as tears quickly weld in your eyes, the wine glass in your hand tilting back as you suddenly gulped down the liquid, a thin red line of spilled wine running down your chin as you just watched the active city below you.

Where could he be? You wondered as you wiped your chin, four years is a long time right? He has definitely forgotten after four years.

Maybe he went back for you.

This is a mental battle you’ve had with yourself everyday for the last year since you left your hometown. Selling your house to a single mom, who had promised to keep your garden alive when you left. The thought of him showing up to not find you always left you broken. But he had all that time, there’s no way he showed up.

It’s why you moved. You couldn’t keep yourself there with the hope that one day he would appear again. You had this sick fantasy that he would come back and everything would go back to normal, knowing it wasn’t going to happen. It killed your mental health and it still does.

Yet here you were, going on a date with some man that you don’t even know. You could hear Leon in the back of your head lecturing you about how stupid it is to give strangers your number, let alone your apartment number. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a knock at the door, the sound of your heels clicking filling the apartment as you walked to the front and swung it open to see Chris.

You blinked at him a few times then looked down at the bouquet of pink roses and daisies in his hands. His arm extends to hand them to you carefully.

“Wow, these are beautiful, thank you so much.”

Yet there was a heavy feeling in your throat at the sight of the daisies. You refused to grow them at your shop and there was a reason why. You swallowed the lump in your throat, quickly inviting the man into the apartment as you hurried to the kitchen to put them in a vase.

“Not as beautiful as you though, not to sound overly sappy or anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you shook your head, tucking some hair behind your ear as you set the vase of flowers on your counter and looking at him.

“What, you talk to girls like this all the time?”

Chris shook his head as the two of you began to walk to the front door, his head shaking as he held it open for you and let you lock it.

“Personally, women don’t really talk to me”

—————————————————————-

There’s no way women don’t talk to Chris redfield.

The two of you have been at this fancy restaurant he took you to for hours, laughing up a storm over random jokes and old childhood embarrassing stories. Your eyes scanned over his arms and his shirt before you tilted your head leaning forward a bit.

“I can’t believe I've never asked, what do you do for work?”

It’s to forward a question.

What if he lies to you?

How can you know he’s being honest-

“Well my career started when I was very young. I enrolled in the United States air force. Then I got tired of it I guess, started working at this place called Racoon City Police Department for a special service squad. Now I work for a private government agency, sorry if that scared you away. I know it may seem like my job is dangerous but I guarantee I'm fine.”

His honesty hit you like a truck. You blinked at him a few times processing what he had told you before a bell very similar to the one in your store rang in your head..

“Racoon City?”

You spoke, your fingers stopped tapping at the table as you looked across at Chris who just slowly nodded.

Don’t bring it up.

“Well it doesn’t push me away. I like a man in uniform.”

Hitting him back with corny pickup lines was your perfect solution.

“I’m supposed to go to this big company party next week, I don’t have a plus one. You should come with me.”

Chris spoke as he glanced at you after taking a bite of his food.

Saying yes was definitely far out of your comfort zone but, you’ve known him for about a month now. What could possibly go wrong anyways

——————————————————————

“Grief isn't just the mourn of death. Grief can hit you in so many ways, and the way it processes in your brain makes it harder to heal.”

Hearing your therapist's words made a soft sigh leave your lips as you just nodded your head. staring at the wall behind her as she just looked at you.

“You can’t hold onto the fact that maybe he was going to come back, you’ll drive yourself crazy forever.”

Plus, you had Chris now. He was an angel, he treated you so right and even if you didn’t want to talk about your ex- who wasn’t even really your ex but you were in love with him. He never made you happy.

Yet the way Chris treats you makes you wonder if the two of you could’ve been like this, sometimes you close your eyes and imagine that simple life with Leon but it can never happen. Not now.

——————————————————————

The weather has been so bad. Pouring every single day and Chris knows how much storms scare you. So staying at his house was definitely a blessing. The two of you weren’t dating yet, It’s only been two months and he says he knows what he wants but you’re not sure you believe him yet.

He works these awfully long hours leaving you alone in his house laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The sound of the rain growing heavier gains your attention as you glance over at the window, your heart suddenly racing as you clear your throat sitting up.

——-

The memory is clear as day still.

Your eyes fixated on your window in your bedroom. Your head snapping as you hear Leon whistle walking into the room.

“I hate-“

“You hate storms, you bring it up everytime it rains you know.”

Leon spoke with a small smile as he sat down on the bed, his fingers gently grabbing at your wrist, frowning slightly to feel how elevated your heart beat is. He quickly pulls you to his chest, making sure you’re comfortable. He loves how soft your hair is, his fingers running through the strands of your hair as you both soak in the silence.

“If something ever happened. Like we were to get separated and I haven’t seen you in years- I bet you’d pretend like you never knew me.”

Leon let your sentence settle for a second, his eyebrows frowned as he shook his head, his eyes dancing over the odd pattern of your ceiling as he gently gripped your shoulder and looked down at you.

“I would never pretend to not know you.”

——-

You don’t know why but the thought makes you sick. Sprinting to Chris’ bathroom, holding onto your stomach as you throw up, your hands grabbing at the floor now as tears quickly spring to your eyes. Then you’re gasping for breath, shaking your head as you stand up, your shaking palms reaching for the sink.

Everything is dizzy, and almost cloudy. You turn the water on, quickly splashing your face. Your vision is still dancing when you look up into the mirror, the edges starting to clear as you let out a long breath.

It’s hard being in a hole.

———————-

“Chris can you please zip this up, i don’t have the patience.”

The words came out jumbled and stressed, your skin rising with goosebumps when Chris’ fingers brush against your back, zipping up the dress with ease before he leans down slightly. Kissing at your shoulder as he grips at your arms. His thumbs caressing over your soft skin.

“As beautiful as the day I first saw you.”

Chris was what you needed. In a time where you felt most alone he showed up. He looked so handsome in his suit, you lick at your thumb as you fix his eyebrows, smiling as he grabs at your waist.

“You ready? Or do you need more time.”

He always worked around you.

“I’m ready but- thank you.”

Chris always rambled on about how his work space was honestly great. You couldn’t tell if he was lying because you use to say the same thing when you worked at the diner. The drive was suppose to be almost half an hour but it felt like two minutes.

Chris always opened the car door for you, his hand holding onto yours tightly as you two walked through the parking lot.

Your palms were sweaty, a feeling of unease lingering in the air.Something just felt off- almost like you were scared but of what?

Its badges of honor. Of course Chris was getting one but he didn’t tell you who else. The two of you were standing in the lobby of this giant hall forever, when the sound of Chris name made your head turn.

It all made sense. It felt like the blood was drained from your body, Chris’ hand slipping off your lower back to hug him.

Him?

Chris finally turns back to you, a wide smile on his face.

“Can’t believe I've never mentioned him. This is my friend, Leon.”

Your eyes are wide. Your throat feels like it’s swelling .

Leon too of course. His face white and his gaze fixated on your visibly shaken form

All before he extends his hand out to you.

“Leon Kennedy, pleasure.”

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

so sorry to say this is apple pie coded