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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐡𝐞. adult. writing blog.
dni/byf. requests open. masterlist.
october 2023 masterlist.
art by @/Nyang_kii on instagram.
𝐜𝐰. 375 words, gn!reader x leon kennedy, established relationship (married), post-requiem!leon
"Leon, look at this." You lean over, extending your arm to display the TikTok you'd just found.
Resting against the other arm of the couch was your husband, reading glasses slipping down his nose while his fingers tapped absent-mindedly against the spine of his book. He turned his head in your direction, craning his neck to set up a good angle to read whatever nonsense you were shoving in his face. With a sigh, he set the book down and shifted in place, getting comfortable again. He pulled his head back, furrowed his brows, and squinted at the screen. You couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Immediately, his eyes left the screen and flew to you. After years of marriage and even more dating, he knew when you were laughing at him and not something else.
"What?" He questioned suspiciously. His voice was low and soft, the tone reserved for peaceful Sundays with just the two of you; no work or worries permitted in the calm before another grueling work week. You grinned and shook your head.
"You're just silly, that's all." His mouth twitched but he didn't badger you for a better answer, returning to his position of trying to read the text on the screen you were still holding up. He finally took your phone from you, holding it a considerable distance from his face.
You lifted your now-freed hand and ran your fingers through his gray-streaked hair while admiring his wrinkles—yes, the ones from his dorky phone-viewing frown, but also—from all the years of stress and fear and hopelessness. His shirt rode up a bit, letting you see a sliver of soft tummy between it and his boxers. How lucky you were to have him sprawled on the couch, not a care in the world, looking like a midwestern dad attempting to comprehend whatever it was the cool kids were up to online these days. And, you supposed, he kind of was.
He pulled his reading glasses from his face with one hand, passing back your phone with the other. He did not appear impressed.
"So who is Cheesy Michael and what's the deal with his door? This seems like a waste of time."
Leon was so unbelievably cute.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i have not been locked into writing and i apologize my life has been get high, eat, watch tiktok, think about leon 😅
© 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.
i love this visual
𝐜𝐰. 375 words, gn!reader x leon kennedy, established relationship (married), post-requiem!leon
"Leon, look at this." You lean over, extending your arm to display the TikTok you'd just found.
Resting against the other arm of the couch was your husband, reading glasses slipping down his nose while his fingers tapped absent-mindedly against the spine of his book. He turned his head in your direction, craning his neck to set up a good angle to read whatever nonsense you were shoving in his face. With a sigh, he set the book down and shifted in place, getting comfortable again. He pulled his head back, furrowed his brows, and squinted at the screen. You couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Immediately, his eyes left the screen and flew to you. After years of marriage and even more dating, he knew when you were laughing at him and not something else.
"What?" He questioned suspiciously. His voice was low and soft, the tone reserved for peaceful Sundays with just the two of you; no work or worries permitted in the calm before another grueling work week. You grinned and shook your head.
"You're just silly, that's all." His mouth twitched but he didn't badger you for a better answer, returning to his position of trying to read the text on the screen you were still holding up. He finally took your phone from you, holding it a considerable distance from his face.
You lifted your now-freed hand and ran your fingers through his gray-streaked hair while admiring his wrinkles—yes, the ones from his dorky phone-viewing frown, but also—from all the years of stress and fear and hopelessness. His shirt rode up a bit, letting you see a sliver of soft tummy between it and his boxers. How lucky you were to have him sprawled on the couch, not a care in the world, looking like a midwestern dad attempting to comprehend whatever it was the cool kids were up to online these days. And, you supposed, he kind of was.
He pulled his reading glasses from his face with one hand, passing back your phone with the other. He did not appear impressed.
"So who is Cheesy Michael and what's the deal with his door? This seems like a waste of time."
Leon was so unbelievably cute.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i have not been locked into writing and i apologize my life has been get high, eat, watch tiktok, think about leon 😅
© 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.
we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write gen fics. we have to thank our brave soldiers in fandom who write character studies and stories with no focus on romance or sex. we have to get on our knees and thank the brave soldiers in fandom who write about minor characters and friendship and family with no focus on romance or sex. i know it’s hard to care about characters in a world that seems to only revolve around ships but i see you. and i love you
𝐜𝐰. 375 words, gn!reader x leon kennedy, established relationship (married), post-requiem!leon
"Leon, look at this." You lean over, extending your arm to display the TikTok you'd just found.
Resting against the other arm of the couch was your husband, reading glasses slipping down his nose while his fingers tapped absent-mindedly against the spine of his book. He turned his head in your direction, craning his neck to set up a good angle to read whatever nonsense you were shoving in his face. With a sigh, he set the book down and shifted in place, getting comfortable again. He pulled his head back, furrowed his brows, and squinted at the screen. You couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Immediately, his eyes left the screen and flew to you. After years of marriage and even more dating, he knew when you were laughing at him and not something else.
"What?" He questioned suspiciously. His voice was low and soft, the tone reserved for peaceful Sundays with just the two of you; no work or worries permitted in the calm before another grueling work week. You grinned and shook your head.
"You're just silly, that's all." His mouth twitched but he didn't badger you for a better answer, returning to his position of trying to read the text on the screen you were still holding up. He finally took your phone from you, holding it a considerable distance from his face.
You lifted your now-freed hand and ran your fingers through his gray-streaked hair while admiring his wrinkles—yes, the ones from his dorky phone-viewing frown, but also—from all the years of stress and fear and hopelessness. His shirt rode up a bit, letting you see a sliver of soft tummy between it and his boxers. How lucky you were to have him sprawled on the couch, not a care in the world, looking like a midwestern dad attempting to comprehend whatever it was the cool kids were up to online these days. And, you supposed, he kind of was.
He pulled his reading glasses from his face with one hand, passing back your phone with the other. He did not appear impressed.
"So who is Cheesy Michael and what's the deal with his door? This seems like a waste of time."
Leon was so unbelievably cute.
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i have not been locked into writing and i apologize my life has been get high, eat, watch tiktok, think about leon 😅
© 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.
For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autistic among you to eliminate.
Okay so normal rules then
my spirit is dying from lack of making out sloppy
Resident Evil: Death Island (2023)
beach episode
all i do is dream of you
something something jill valentine
idea from this tweet
i’m back to drawing after being enveloped in the tomodachi life world
oh ok I see how it is... I like the audios/asmrs that sound less like leon but the ones that sound too close make me nitpick the imperfections... wtf why can't I just be happy
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The Princess Bride (1987)- but make it Serennedy!!
I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)
pondering domestic leon....