#skdkfj;aslfj i almost blanked writing this

[scariusaquarius]

Hey, just wanted to say; big fan of your content!

Also I was just wondering if I could request for Leon taking care of a gender neutral Reader who is possibly coming down from an anxiety attack. (Hes a big comfort character of mine and I've been having a rough time lately cuz of the holidays and whatnot so I'd really enjoy this)

Anyways you don't have to do this if you dont want to/its not your style or you're too busy.

A/n: Hi bby! I'm never too busy for my babies, i just suck at keeping up interaction sjsbsjs Im so sorry that the holidays have been hard on you. They have been hard on me as well, but we are in this together and ilysm! Leon to the rescue. this is written on my phone so im sorry if formatting is weird! I hope this was okay for you, and if not, let me know and i’ll rewrite it for you!

TW: descriptions of Anxiety attack, PTSD

Being an agent had its ups and downs. While the pay was great, you got to meet and befriend the president, and work alongside your long-time partner, Leon Kennedy, the downside was that you were almost always away from home, you never knew if you would even come out alive, and the sleepless nights in between it all because of the haunting memories.

The holidays never helped either.

Christmas was always the hardest, but the New Years was a strange time for you. While you were happy to get the time off to spend it with your partner, there was a part of you that hated the jolly lights, the hustle and bustle of holiday cheer, and the pressure that came with the days.

The holidays were a time to be spent with family, but for you, you never were able to have that. Your family was, well, trying. Most of your family never spoke to you and you respected it. Your parents were always out; traveling to some new place on the globe you'd probably been to hundreds of times before, and your siblings were typical younger siblings that didn't find joy in hanging out with the eldest who was just never home.

With the inner yearn for a normal family, for someone to introduce your boyfriend to, for simplicity, the pressure of the holidays tended to ruin any joy within you.

Currently, Leon was out to the store to restock on some eggnog and alcohol so you both could have a normal New Year's, but you were hiding in the bathtub as the fireworks in the distance boomed and made your poor body jolt and shake with each distant explosion.

Your vision was blurred from tears, hands covering your head as if you were scared the ceiling would come down, and your breathing was erratic. You were trying to calm down, to get your breathing under control, but every single worry that you had been bottling up since the holidays had approached was crashing down onto you. 

Your chest was tight, body aching from sitting in a fetal position too long, but you just couldn’t move. Why now? Why did it have to hit you now at all times? The feeling of hands on your arms made you jump, and your head shot up to see Leon leaning over the edge of the tub, blue eyes worried as he called your name again. 

“(Y/n), I need you to breathe.”

You hadn’t realized you were hyperventilating. Leon crawling in the tub with you, gathering you up into his arms as he kept a firm hold around you. Tucking your head into his shoulder, he whispered softly, slipping his hand beneath your shirt to rub the skin of your back soothingly. 

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m right here.”

You sobbed into his shoulder, Leon simply letting you get it out of your system as your anxiety attack hit its peak, and he kissed your temple firmly. Rocking the two of you gently, the motions and kisses and his tight hug slowly began to calm you down, and you sniffled, holding onto him tightly. 

“Do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?”

“I just...I fucking hate the holidays...I wish my family wasn’t fucking terrible...i hate this fucking job, but I just can’t see myself ever being able to have a normal life doing anything but fighting the undead. I want to be able to enjoy the holidays with my family, introduce them to my partner, and be fucking normal, but I can’t and I fucking hate it.”

Leon sighed softly, shoulders sagging just the slightest. Leon knew where you were coming from, understanding you perfectly, and he murmured into your ear softly, still rubbing your back. 

“I know, and I hate that I can’t give that to you either...for now, this can be our normal: sitting in the bathtub, drinking our weight in eggnog and spiced rum, and waiting until Chris and Claire show up.”

You pulled back, sniffling and asking. 

“Chris and Claire are coming over?”

“I might have forgotten to tell you.”

He seemed sheepish, but there was a smile on his lips, and you gently kissed Leon, feeling the tears fill your eyes all over again. 

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t. I love you so much, but I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to.”

“Since when did you ever play by the rules anyway?”

You giggled, and Leon looked proud, kissing your nose. 

“There they are. Why don’t we open the eggnog and rum, and we can show those Redfields how real agents drink?”

You smiled as Leon wiped your eyes before he kissed you, whispering softly before he held you in his arms tightly again. 

“I love you.”