imsofthelp

Shoko’s attic wife

20 • Rue

90 posts

Healing

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Description: Leon helps you overcome depression by helping you do things you don't have energy for

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Word Count: 1.7k (short, yes but this is just something to post until my main stories ands requests are done)

Warnings/Tags: Mostly fluff. Some kissing. Mentions of sex near the end wink wink ;)

A/N: My heart is gonna burst out of my chest and I'm literally the one who wrote this HJHSH.

You were roused from your dazed slumber by a sharp knock at the door. Initially, you considered ignoring it and pretending not to be home, hoping the visitor would leave. But the knocking grew louder and consistent with each passing second.

"Hey. Its Leon. I know you're in there".

You open an eye slightly, pushing yourself up a bit from the couch. Leon? The hell did he want? Wasn't he supposed to be off in Italy somewhere? Another knock rang through your apartment, this one a bit quieter though.

Leon's muffled voice reached your ears through the door. "If you don't answer, I'm just gonna assume you're dead and kick this door off its hinges."

You groan, loud enough so you know he can hear you. Getting up from the couch, you shuffle slowly towards the door. You pause as you lift your hand towards the handle. Your apartment was filthy, and your clothes hadn't been changed in at least a week.

You smelled awful. No way you could let him in.

"Im sorry Leon, I'm sick. Come back later please?" you say, knowing damn well he wasn't about to just leave. He never gives up that easy, stubborn bastard.

"I haven't seen you in like 2 weeks. Plus I found your notebook in my car. Thought you might want it back" he says plainly.

As annoying as it was, you DID want that notebook back. It had pretty important notes in it for your office job. Sucking in a deep breath, you unlock the door and open it just a bit. Leon was standing there in a somewhat tight fitting black shirt and cargo pants. He must've came straight after work.

"Can you just slide it to me through the crack?" you ask, the sun hurting your eyes. Leon didn't respond, instead taking his time surveying what little he could see of you through the slightly opened door.

"You look well rested" he chuckled. He was referring to the obvious bags under your eyes. Irritated, you start closing the door again, not even caring about the notebook at that point. You were too slow though, Leon already had his foot jammed between the door and its frame.

"Im sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way." he said, eyes filling with a look of worry. "Can I please come in? Im worried about you".

The soft tone of his voice wrecked your heart. You cursed yourself as you opened the door wide enough for him to step inside. Embarrassing as it was, it was nice to see him.

"Excuse the mess..." you mutter, picking up a few stray clothes that you had lazily thrown near the door. Leon stepped inside, looking around the place that had once been spotless. Dishes piled in the sink, various ramen cups and wrappers strewn about. This definitely wasn't like you. Anxious about his silence, you sat back down on the couch.

"I know I know...its gross. Can I please have my notebook now?"

Leon shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's not gross...its just so unlike you. What happened? Are you okay?". He takes your notebook out of his pocket and passes it to you.

You hesitated before answering.

"Life's just hard Leon. You of all people should know this. Can you go now?"

He went silent, reaching up towards your knotted and messy hair. You flinched, not used to being touched in such an intimate way. He rubbed a few strands between his fingers.

"How about this. You let me comb your hair, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?" he said, giving you a small smile. You eyed him suspiciously. Why did he want to help you so bad?

"Deal."

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And thats how you ended up in the bathtub. While showing him where your hair stuff was, he had commented something about all the dandruff that was accumulating on your scalp and how water would help with detangling. You said you didn't have the energy to wash anything, and he'd offered to do it for you.

"You'd better not fucking peek" you had threatened, not really having the energy to fight him on it.

"You have my word. I swear."

He was kneeled beside the bathtub now, running shampoo through your hair while you leaned back. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and with each stroke you felt yourself relaxing. Everytime you winced when he'd detangle a knot, he'd quickly ask if you were ok or if you wanted him to stop.

"Im fine, just hurry up" you said, knowing damn well that you didn't really want him to. It was the first time in weeks that you'd felt the touch of another human being. It was nice. Some time passed before he was finally finished.

"Hey, I think thats all of the tangles. Do you want help getting out?" he asked, handing you a nearby towel. You blushed, and he immediately sensed your discomfort.

"Ah-shit. I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"It's fine" you said, interrupting him. You extended your hand towards him and he helped you out of the tub with a firm grip so you didn't slip. You had to admit it was funny how hard he was trying not to stare at your naked and dripping body. You wrapped yourself in the baby blue towel, shivering slightly cause of the cold bathroom air.

"I'm gonna go to my room and get changed now. Can you wait downstairs please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, leaving the bathroom swiftly. After hearing his footsteps stop at the end of the stairwell, you make your way into your bedroom.

After getting dried off and dressed in your room, you make your way downstairs. You're surprised to see the living area is almost spotless now. Leon is sweeping some dirt in a dustpan and looks up at you.

"Oh hey. I hope you don't mind. I just figured to clean this place a bit before leaving" he says, making his way over to your trashcan. You watch silently as he dumps the dirt into the opening and sets aside the broom.

Why is he so nice? You had been ignoring him this whole time. You don’t deserve this at all. You don’t deserve even a drop of of kindness from anyone.

You feel tears forming in your eyes.

Leon notices your expression and starts making his way towards you. "I-I'm really sorry, I thought this would help yo-". You aren't even listening. You aren't sure why but you feel the desperate need to hug him so tightly and never let go.

So you do. And he gladly hugs you back. You start sobbing into his chest, tears wetting his shirt a bit. This was very unlike you. You were usually more closed off with him.

"Do you want to sit down?" he asks, wiping some of your tears with his thumb. You look up at him and nod. He takes your hand and leads you to the now clutter free couch. Laying on his chest, you start venting about your troubles to him. How you feel like you can't live another day on this shitty planet. How your sadness is consuming you, etc. He listens to all of it, not interrupting, running his fingers through your somewhat wet hair the entire time.

You feel stupid when you finish.

"I can't believe I just told you all of that"

He chuckles, reaching over to grab your hand again. "Its healthy to get that stuff out. You can't keep it inside. I definitely know what that's like" he says. You feel your face get hot, not wanting him to pull his hand away. He's so breathtaking and you feel this tight knot in your stomach every time you look at him.

"I do feel better now. Thank you so much for coming to see me. I would've just rotted in this apartment if you hadn’t come by" you express, giving him a smile. Wasn't far from the truth honestly. You had planned to cease contact with the outside world altogether.

"Don't mention it. Isn't that what friends are for?" he says. You look up at his eyes, unmoving. You both stare at each other for what feels like eternity. You reach up to grab his face, feeling a bit bold all of a sudden.

Something in his expression changes, and he swiftly leans down to give you a small kiss on the lips. You both freeze again, unsure of what the other person wants. But eventually, you both move in towards each other, gentle kisses turning into rougher, more passionate ones.

You both have to eventually stop to get some air, but it's clear Leon doesn't want to. As you catch your breath, Leon gives you gentle kisses on your neck, squeezing your hand with a tight grip.

"Please don't think I came here cause I wanted something from you" he says, face still buried in your neck. "I just needed to see you again. I got so worried when you didn't text back."

"I don't think that Leon, don't worry. I wanted to answer you. I really did. I just...couldn't" you reply, feeling that twinge of sadness in your heart. You should've answered him. Just another thing you get to beat yourself up about later. He lifts his head up, turning your face so you look at him.

"I get it. Just don't do it again. You can't run from your problems, you have people who care about you. You can always always talk to me ok?" he says, eyes glazed as if he's about to cry himself. You nod, and he leans in to give you another kiss. This time however, he stops, a smirk forming on his face.

Confused, you grit your teeth. "Something wrong?"

He shakes his head, smirk getting bigger.

"Of course not, but I was thinking. If your still feeling a bit blue, I know just the thing that'll get you feeling better."

You tilt your head, curious as to what he's up to now. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask. He pushes you on your back, positioning himself so he's towering above you, hands on each side of your head. Your breath gets caught in your throat.

"Its a physical activity. But don't worry if your not feeling enough energy to move around still. All you have to do is lie there and take it."

guys pls let me know if you want a part 2 cause im feeling SO fired up now