[mysweetstrawbby]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀໒⠀ ⠀abt me ⠀⠀─── ა ྀིྀི

𐙚⁺˖ ⸝⸝ strawb ⁺໒꒱ིྀ༝ 19 : she/her ‧₊˚ ྀིა₊ ⊹

lover of ♡ pink, strawberries, jason todd, zayne, sylus, leon kennedy, lipgloss, perfume, glitter, kitten heels, crystals, talking too much, baking, shopping, illit, sanrio, sailor moon, pinterest, animals, reading manga & writing

just kinda here ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ‹⸝⸝꒱ྀིა⋅˚₊

[mysweetstrawbby]

hnghh been feeling like writing for zayne

specifically girl!dad zayne 𐔌´⠀ ᩙᩙ `๑꒱

⤷ ゛ would anyone be interested??

yesᵎᵎ ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

we’re good ૮꒰ ˶•⤙•˶꒱ა

Remaining time: 1 day 9 hours

[fluttershygirl]

[xiayuriz]

Zayne tries to run every morning. Even when you are cozy in bed, warm in your cocoon of blankets. Zayne will rise out of bed and go on a run. This morning you woke up early though. Usually, you’re still in bed when he comes back, but today you’ve migrated your bundle of blankets to the couch.

The sofa that gives you a perfect view of the front door. The very same one Zayne walks into, taking off his shoes. Your eyes glaze over his body. Tight-fitted black shirt, hair tousled with sweat, and his shorts that end right above the knee.

“You run every morning looking like that?” You smile from the couch, leaning over the arm rest. Zayne tugs out his earphone,

“What?”

“You run. Every morning, looking like that.” You point at him, raising and lowering your finger.

“Do I look bad?” He asks, sliding his earphones into his pocket before treading towards you on the couch. Up close, you can see the sweat dripping down his neck and the way his shirt outlines his chest just right.

You’re salivating.

“Worse. You look amazing.” He stands in front of you as you sit on your knees. Your hands rest on his chest, smoothing over his lean arms and shoulders.

“You’re staring.” Zayne chides, but there’s no malice in his voice. He likes your praise, your attention. Sometimes you catch him making himself prettier for you. You massage his shoulders softly, leaning in to smell him. Zayne stiffens under you, "What are you—"

"You smell nice too." You smile against his skin. Zayne's hands stabilize your waist, rubbing circles into your skin. "You smell like me." Your chest swirls with pride, scraping his scalp softly with your nails. Zayne hums in reply, his eyes softly closing. He dips his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your exposed skin.

"I should leave a mark on you." You mutter, running a finger up and down his chest. Zayne lets you touch up on him, running your hands along his abdomen and chest. He watches your hands, the way your face twinkles. He hums once again, raising a brow. "Anyone passing should know you're taken." Zayne chuckles, looping his arms around you. You pull him on top of you, a drop of his sweat dripping onto your collarbone.

"The ring on my finger isn't enough?" He's amused, pride swirling in his chest over you. You shake your head, arms curled around his neck.

"That doesn't stop anyone." You plainly reply, running your knees between his legs. Zayne breathes into you, lips pressed against yours before softly pulling away. You chase him, forcing him back to you with a hand against his nape. "They have to know…" You speak between kisses. "You're taken. That you're mine."

"Yes. Perhaps you should…" Zayne murmurs against your lips, softly biting your bottom lip. You part your lips, letting his tongue slide against yours. Zayne rises, his hands sliding against the trim of his shirt. You stop him, pulling his hands under your shirt instead.

"Keep it on."

[mysweetstrawbby]

[girltalk]

[snowqshi]

nights with soontobedad!zayne

"Zayne." I nudge his shoulder. It was 3am and I felt a pair of tiny feet kicking in my womb, they're growing stronger each day.

Just before I could call his name again, he turns to his left side slowly. "What's wrong..?" his voice laced with concern.

"The baby's kicking too hard.. They woke me up." I sigh and rub my swollen stomach gently.

Zayne carefully sits up from the bed and scootched closer to me. Guiding my body to fit into his embrace.

"I guess we know who they take after.." he mumbles.

I gasp, acting offended by his comment. "Tell me you didn't just imply that our child has a bad personality." With the tendency to overthink, I try not to let it get to me. Especially with pregnancy hormones.

Zayne pulls me closer, "It's true. They're strong and stubborn." His voice was soft and had no mockery. "That's a compliment, by the way."

"Doesn't seem like it to me." I pat my stomach gently, careful not to do it too hard. "Your daddy can be mean and brutal sometimes with his words, don't let it ruin your day. Okay?" I talk to the baby in my womb, that responded with a tiny kick.

I felt his lips on my neck, placing a kiss and blew on it. "I think the kick meant 'Mama, I'm hungry for chocolate and macarons'. "

I chuckle at his comment and hit his leg, "They got that from you, for sure."

a/n: my first drabble :> I should make this into a series

[hirayalia]

back to bed

fluff! just zayne being unable to sleep without you by his side, he's very lover boy coded here hehe

it's seven a.m. on a saturday and the other side of the bed of the bed is cold. zayne sleepily extends his arm out, but is met with silk sheets. taking in a few deep breaths in, he counts to ten in hopes that you come back.

but after five, he feels the sleepiness worsen. there is one problem: he can't sleep without you by his side. groggy, he lifts up the blanket covers and slips on his fluffy slippers, making his way to the kitchen where he hopes he will be able to find you.

you stand with your back to him, stirring sugar into your camomile tea. he drags his feet against the floorboards, his arms encircling around your waist as he rests his head on top of yours.

“your side of the bed was cold without you by my side, darling. come back to bed with me, please?” he complains, snuggling closer into you.

“i'm so sorry, my love. i only wanted to make some tea to help me fall back asleep.” you place your warm hands over his arms, soothing him.

“hm,” he hums, nodding without saying anything else, clearly ready to go back to bed with you.

“let's go back to bed.” you gently remove his arms off your waist but are met with a slight whimper of disapproval from zayne. “just for a minute, my love. i need to carry the mug back to bed and then i'm all yours, okay?”

you lead the way, with your boyfriend drowsily following behind. settling into the bed, zayne happily slips under the covers, looking at you with pleading eyes as he waits for you to finish your tea.

the tea is slightly hot, but you don't let it show. drinking this tea in slight discomfort is the least of your worries whilst your hard working boyfriend needs his needed rest. you place the mug down on the bedside table, letting your head rest against the pillow.

zayne pulls you close in his embrace, making sure to have you flush against him. he lets out a sigh of relief, and finally closes his eyes for a peaceful slumber with his beloved by his side.

taglist: @snowypi @starkissedxav @mrsqins @jellyelle @violasepals @xinghuisknight @shionsunny @txtworlddom @erenophilic

[mysweetstrawbby]

back on my zayne obsession ໒꒰ྀི ․ ․⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ა

[waynews]

꒰ Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend! ꒱

Damian didn’t usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.

But, surprisingly, on that day—on that perfect day—he had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.

You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.

Used to your boyfriend’s entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didn’t startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.

It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detail—Jason was in the shower.

The humming slowly died in your throat.

You dried your hands calmly—much calmer than you actually felt—and turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.

And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.

He stopped the moment he noticed you.

You stopped the moment you noticed him.

For a long second, neither of you moved.

His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. “…You are not Todd.”

You blinked once.

“No…” you answered slowly. “And you are definitely not Jay either.”

Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. “You started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening too—”

He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shock—maybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruder’s sheer audacity?

“Just what I needed,” Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. “Why the hell are you in my apartment?”

Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shrugged—after all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasn’t worried!

“That’s mine—Damian, you should be at home. Your home.” Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. “Get off my couch. And stop eating my food.”

Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jason’s eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.

“You look… fuller. Softer,” the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.

Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.

“Have you reduced your training frequency,” he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, “or simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?”

“Did you just call me fat?”

“…No,” he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. “Did I? I merely commented on your body fat—“

Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

“…Whatever,” he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. “You no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.”

“…That would be because he finally eats real food now,” you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriend’s health.

Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.

Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.

“Stop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.” Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. “You’ve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I don’t care. Pick one.”

Damian’s attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.

“You prepare the food?” he asked.

You nodded once. “Most of it.” You smiled. “Do you want to try the dessert?”

“…Dessert?” he repeated.

“I made chocolate cake,” you added casually. “With ganache.”

Damian’s eyes narrowed again. “…Homemade?” he asked.

“Yes.”

You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.

Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.

“Not one more question,” Jason muttered. “Eat in silence.”

him ♡

[mysweetstrawbby]

need him in the most heinous way

[mysweetstrawbby]

╰─ ♡ re4!leon x reader

˚₊ · »-♡→ ; another leon smau!! but make it re4 ໒꒰ྀི´ ། ິ ` ꒱ྀིა

˚₊ · »-♡→ ; 18+ suggestive, not canon compliant

˚₊ · »-♡→ ; this has been my new favorite form of procrastination ໒꒰ྀིᵔ꒳ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[sweetlyparfait]

I love finding dolly heels to add to my wishlist ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[fluffysatoru]

FIRE LORD!ZUKO GATEKEEPING HIS WIFE…

note: i decided to indulge myself and make a short one-shot based on this post. this can be treated as an extra for the fanfic i’m currently making :3 (divider by @angeliicide) content: fluff, mild atla movie leak spoilers, pregnant!fem!reader, possessive but awkward zuko (he’s a simp for you), you like to tease zuko

Ever since you tied the knot with Zuko and became the Fire Lady, it became a regular thing for you to join court meetings. A change that your husband enforced. But once you got pregnant, he tried to convince you to skip the sessions more often—or even stop attending—because he was worried about you getting stressed and it affecting your health.

But his soft spot for you won as you insisted that you still wanted to help him shoulder his burdens.

Hence, you find yourself currently sitting beside your husband, listening to a handful of memorials announced by the grand chamberlain as you occasionally rub your small baby bump while your other hand is held by Zuko.

Just when the old official was about to announce another concern, a soldier barged into the room.

“Your majesties! Your majesties! An urgent message has arrived from Republic City.”

Zuko’s voice cut through the room when the old man was about to reprimand the panting soldier.

“Chamberlain, there’s only one person urgent enough who can interrupt the Fire Lord’s council. Is it from the Avatar?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Read it to us.”

You noticed the soldier’s face flush as he opened the letter and hesitantly started reading, “Flameo, Hotman! Flameo, Fire Lady! How’s ruling the Fire Nation?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to suppress a laugh, shifting your gaze to Zuko’s face to observe his reactions. A small giggle escaped your lips when Zuko facepalmed while the soldier continued reading. In response, your husband tightened his grip on your hand.

Zuko adjourned the council afterwards, stressing that his and your presence is needed immediately. Well, after getting some firecracker buns for Aang.

“My love, I think it’s best that you stay here instead of coming with me.” Zuko said, cupping your hand while the two of you passed by the garden going to your shared room.

“Zuko,” you whined and slowed down. “I appreciate your attentiveness and care, but I’m only pregnant for three months. I’m not bedridden.”

“I understand, but…” He paused, as if he was hesitant to express his thoughts.

You cupped his face and gazed into his eyes, saying, “But what, dear? It feels like you want to hide me away now that I’m pregnant. Even my parents are not spared when they wanted to visit me.”

He avoided your gaze while his cheeks and ears slightly reddened. “I’m just concerned about the baby’s and your health. Now that you’re carrying a life within you, some opposing factions might try to do something.”

“You must’ve forgotten that your wife is also a fire bending prodigy, my love.” You giggled and turned his face to make him look at you. “But you’re still not telling me the whole truth.”

With a sigh, Zuko gently hovered his hand above yours. “It’s just… You’re glowing. You’re even more beautiful now that you’re round with our baby. I know I’m not the only one who thinks this.”

Now, it was your turn to blush. You knew your husband was still socially awkward, but seeing him act this way, as if he wants to keep you all to himself, tugs at your heartstrings.

“Are you being possessive, my dear? Is that why you’re avoiding others to see me as much as possible? ” You playfully said while holding back a laugh.

“No… Yes,” he sighed in defeat, “I don’t really mean to, love. It’s just that I can’t help myself. Your effect on me has gotten stronger tenfold now that you’re carrying our baby.”

“Silly,” you chirped, pecking his lips. “As if someone else would sweep me off my feet. Only you have that effect on me too.”

As if not satisfied, Zuko leaned down and kissed you softly. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you close enough to him without squeezing your bump.

“I love you.” He said while looking at you like you’re the sun giving him life and warmth.

“I love you too.”

…

“Now, did I ease your worries? Did I change your mind?”

“My love–”

“Come on, Zuzu, I miss the others too. Katara can also check on our baby.”

“But–”

“I can just stay in our accommodation and not join any fights. If there will be.”

“… Okay, my love.”

“You’re the best husband. I love you!” You sang before kissing him again.

The sun was setting when Zuko came back to the room prepared by Aang and Katara. You eyed him intently, enjoying the view of your husband’s muscular build that was now littered with a few scratches from the fight earlier. But your enjoyment was cut short when he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Are you okay, my love? Did anyone try to hurt you? Or did a building–”

“Zuko, relax. I’m fine.” You replied, rubbing his back as if to calm him down. “I was safe the whole time, okay?”

He nodded in response. After a while, you pulled away and observed his current state. All the layers of his top were gone, burned from his fire bending, and his hair was free from his usual hairdo.

“You know… maybe I should also be more possessive of you. Seeing you like this really does something to me.”

“My love,” Zuko breathed, pulling you back into his arms with a playful smile, “I have absolutely no complaints with that.”

note: i apologize if there are any grammatical mistakes, but i hope you guys enjoyed this (first posted) work of mine :3

[mysweetstrawbby]

smth abt this…just makes me so ૮꒰っ ̫ _ ꒱ྀིა

[dollyzdaydreamz]

leon kennedy x recovering brain rotted! reader

thank you, thank you, thank you (pt.2: the tables have turned)

description: leon is a hypocrite and y/n is healing + small, but special, guest appearance at the end :D -> part 1 (audio book ver.) i made the text big so it can be easier for our supreme and glorius leader to read 😼

It had been a month since Leon took your pride and joy away. The first two weeks of your brainrot withdrawal were awful. You wandered the apartment like a restless ghost, sighing heavily at the walls, flopping across the furniture dramatically, opening the fridge just to stare into it, mumbling something about Leon’s lame snack selection, then shutting it again.

After a few days of your pouting, he actually started to notice the difference. You were sleeping a little earlier, and your eyes didn’t glaze over whenever he was talking to you for more than five minutes. You even stopped absentmindedly reaching for your phone every five minutes while doing one of your hobbies.

His heart was full of pride when he realized you finished a movie with him without looking away halfway through to play Subway Surfers while watching.

It started when Leon had dragged you to the couch one night and put on some old action movie he liked. You made fun of it the whole time while he tried defending the storyline and his favorite characters like his life depended on it.

He put on another one of his “classics” the next night out of spite, thinking maybe your taste for cinema would change with some gentle redirection.

He was wrong. You tore him a new one for buying it in the first place. But Leon was nothing if not adaptable. Instead of forcing you to like his taste in corny-ass long form content, he realized he could ridicule the movie with you.

“Guy’s not even holding his gun right,” he huffed, nudging your shoulder from where you sat slumped beside him. “Some action hero.” You scoffed in agreement. He had to contain his excitement at seeing your small smile. He hadn’t won your recovering brain over yet. “His hair is greasier than the pan you left in the sink this morning.” You chuckled.

“Could deep fry an egg with all that oil,” Leon added, heart warming at the sound of your amused laughter. “Oh! My turn-” you sat up, getting ready to insult yet another awfully chauvinistic man that took over the screen.

Right then and there, Leon realized this was one of his better brainrot interventions.

It sort of became a routine. Every evening, the two of you hunted down the worst thing available and tore it apart together. In a magical way, hating on other people became a nice, domestic stress reliever for the both of you.

You heckled from the couch while Leon tried and failed to one-up your sarcastic remarks, but he just couldn’t keep up, especially when you adlibbed with your favorite memorized memes.

The two of you poked fun at the obvious poor quality wigs, although he did give you a flat look for constantly asking him if he’d “veh vigs.” (Apparently that had something to do with Elijah Wood. He had no clue.) He rolled his eyes when you kept asking for your computer to “make those guys super gay and horny” whenever the two of you sat through awkward love scenes or intense interactions between two male characters. Old habits die hard, he thought.

After one especially awful romance movie, Leon shifted beside you and fondly watched your laughter taper off into little tired breaths.

“This is nice,” he mused. “Spending time with you without any phones in the way. It’s been a month since you got off that mind rot.”

You glanced up. “Brain rot.”

“Well, whatever it’s called...” He pulled you in closer until your head rested against his shoulder. “I’m proud of you for weaning off it. You haven’t made a reference to a TikTok audio for weeks.”

You sighed like a widow remembering lost love.

“Those were the days.”

You were better now, a lot more clear-headed. Being off TikTok for so long made you realize how stupid a lot of things on the app were. Still, every now and then, you felt a twinge of grief in your chest.

You missed your archives. Hundreds of saved videos with carefully chosen reaction images in comment sections full of nonsense only you understood.

Years of references buried under layers of algorithmic sediment. The meme Library of Alexandria, gone all because Mr. Don’t Ruin Your Brain Cells Even Though Mine Got Fried From Being an Alcoholic said so.

All that remained were joyous memories of shoving your phone in Leon’s cute little confused face.

But that was in the past now. Now, you could reference an egregious amount of awful movie and TV show lines to Leon, and he would actually get it. And laugh.

*:･ﾟ✧

A few days later, Leon reluctantly woke up way before dawn the way he always did before leaving for an unexpected mission. The fading moon still washed the room in blue, an electric fan producing a comfortable white noise in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

He was already dressed in dark tactical pants, boots laced, and holster strapped.

He even wore that fitted quarter zip, the one that compelled you to endearingly call him a slut every time he wore it.

He stood by the bedroom door for a second, but paused and turned back.

The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled open the nightstand drawer, reached inside, and took out the small handgun resting there.

He checked the magazine and the chamber, just making sure it was fully loaded in case it was needed. But that wouldn’t be necessary. He paid good money for security software and all the bulletproof glass installed in the house. He never wanted to risk bringing his dangerous mess of a job home to you. You'd kill him.

He carefully placed the weapon back in the nightstand when he heard you stir behind him, a soft unhappy sound. Warm arms looped over his shoulders from behind, and your knees slid to either side of his hips as you climbed against his back.

Your face found the space between his neck and shoulder, settling there with a tired exhale, the proximity of your breath making him a little ticklish.

You mumbled something into his skin.

“What was that?” Leon asked quietly.

Another mumble, more petulant this time.

He chuckled. Even half-conscious, you were clingy when he left. But your grip on him did feel different this morning, and Leon knew why.

For the past few weeks, he’d been home more than usual. There weren’t any emergencies or late night disappearances through the door with a muttered I’ll be back soon.

Which meant he had become your primary source of entertainment.

You’d follow him room to room and sit on counters while he cooked. You made him fix things that weren’t all that broken just because you liked seeing his hands work. You distracted him from his paperwork and annoyed him on purpose.

Now he was leaving again, and you were both going to be bored out of your mind.

Leon tilted his head slightly against yours.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll bring back the worst movie I can find.”

You made a sleepy noise.

“I’ll make sure it has terrible English dubbing,” he continued. “And cheap wigs.”

That got a tiny smile out of you.

“We’ll watch it together when I get back.”

You lifted one hand from his shoulder and blindly held out your pinky.

Leon stared at it for a second, then he hooked his finger with yours.

“Promise,” you mumbled.

“Promise.”

He pried himself free ten minutes later only because he had to.

*:･ﾟ✧

A week later, Leon sat alone in a hotel room after the mission had wrapped up, countries away.

He thought he’d enjoy the silence after the bullshit day he just had, but silence felt wrong.

The room was nice enough. It was clean and all, but it was too beige... too temporary looking.

On the desk beside him rested a DVD in cheap plastic wrapping, bought from a roadside shop two days earlier.

Some local action romance monstrosity with flames on the cover and at least three misspelled English words in the title.

He’d bought it for you, so he felt no desire to watch it alone. He couldn’t call you now. With the time zone difference, you’d probably be dead asleep.

A wave of loneliness and dread, unlike anything he’d felt in a long time, washed over him.

Maybe he was getting old, less strong-willed. Maybe he just missed the person he was supposed to come home to.

Leon leaned back against the headboard and scrolled through his phone, hoping it would take his mind off things.

He already read the news, checked reports, cleared messages and emails, even stared blankly at weather updates for your city.

He clicked into the app store, and his tired gaze drifted to the app icon he’d mocked relentlessly for months.

TikTok.

He’d never understood the appeal.

Leon stared at the icon, then shrugged and downloaded it.

*:･ﾟ✧

Back home, the apartment felt too cold without Leon.

By evening, you were sprawled across the bed glaring at the ceiling, trying to avoid looking at his side of the bed. It was empty, the memory foam dipped in the shape of his heavy ass body that nearly crushed you in his sleep every morning.

A terrible idea entered your mind...

Ten minutes later, you were logging back into your old TikTok account.

“This is temporary,” you murmured.

Well, shit, a month of inactivity and your perfectly curated algorithm was ruined.

The People You May Know tab refreshed, and one blank profile appeared near the top.

It had no profile picture, but the username was:

l.s.k_77

You froze, eyes narrowed so hard it hurt.

No. Absolutely not.

You clicked it.

A new account with zero personality. It followed several pages dedicated to boring shit like tools, tactical gear, and mechanics.

Your jaw dropped.

l.s.k...

You sat upright in bed, seething.

“Leon Scott Kennedy," you hissed, "That hypocrite."

He’d spent months judging you and sending you links to random articles about how bad TikTok was for your brain, rolling his eyes when you quoted memes.

And now the slimy bastard had a burner account.

You stared at the screen in outrage.

Then, you followed him.

Back in the hotel room, Leon lay against the headboard with one pillow shoved behind his shoulders and the room lit only by his phone.

The app loaded instantly and it began feeding him nonsense.

A man laying brick in perfect rows.

Someone restoring a horse’s cracked hoof.

A compilation of U.S dash cam accidents.

Top ten banned weapons in Belgium.

Swipe.

A man pressure-washing years of grime off a stone driveway.

That one held him for almost two minutes.

Leon should have hated it, but the rhythm of thumb, video, thumb, video began easing his restless mind.

His shoulders loosened, jaw unclenched, his eyes gradually lost focus.

Swipe.

Swipe...

At some point, without noticing, Leon dozed off.

*:･ﾟ✧

He woke with a jolt several minutes later.

The same obnoxious audio was blaring on loop.

Some burly man with a deep voice shouting lord please, if you love me flip that truck over! with footage of a truck with a giant logo of the Little Debbies cosmic brownies on it. 

His neck ached and his phone had slipped halfway down his chest. He reached to close out of it and delete the slot machine of an app when a notification slid across the top of the screen.

new follower

He almost ignored it, but then he saw the username...very familiar.

Leon sat upright and tapped on it.

Your profile opened instantly.

He narrowed his eyes and without thinking, he screenshotted it and messaged you through the app.

l.s.k_77: care to explain?

He hit send and your reply came less than thirty seconds later.

you: care to explain what, leon s. kennedy?

He frowned.

you: bold move messaging me from a secret account btw

Leon blinked.

Looked at the message, looked at his username, looked at the fact he was currently on TikTok in a foreign hotel room at two in the morning after months of acting morally superior and lecturing you to delete the app he's on right now.

Silence filled the room.

“…Fuck.”

Another message.

you: hypocrite.

He rubbed a hand down his face.

Exhaustion made everything slower for him, even shame.

l.s.k_77: this conversation is postponed until i get home.

you: coward

you: what are you even doing on here??

l.s.k_77: research.

Three dots appeared instantly.

Then vanished.

Then appeared again.

you: embarrassing…

Leon locked the phone and dropped it onto the bed beside him.

He’d deal with this when he got home.

*:･ﾟ✧

Leon barely got the door unlocked before he heard your footsteps. He braced instinctively as you rounded the corner, fully expected to get verbally executed. Maybe physically.

At minimum, pinned to the wall and interrogated about the burner account. Instead, you collided into him hard enough to nearly knock him backward. Your legs wrapped around his middle, arms circling his neck, clinging tight as all your momentum carried into the hug. Leon staggered and dropped the duffel to the floor with a heavy thud.

He let out a surprised laugh, “Well, hello to you too.”

When you finally pulled back, he opened his mouth. Likely to explain or defend himself, but you kissed him before he got a word out. Leon made a low startled sound against your mouth, then kissed you back without hesitation, one hand sliding to the side of your face.

When you parted, he blinked at you, “I thought you were mad.”

“I was,” you said. “I wanted to reach through the screen and strangle you.”

He chuckled, then winced when your arm looped around his neck tighter and squeezed for emphasis.

“Right there,” you said. “Like this.”

“Message received.”

You released him, satisfied, then grabbed his wrist and tugged him deeper into the apartment.

“Come on.”

He settled on the couch first and you sank back, spine against his chest. He was seated in the cushions with his legs stretched around either side of yours. Leon’s arms folded around your waist automatically. 

His head tipped back against the couch cushion, throat exposed, Adam’s apple shifting when he swallowed and yawned. The jet lag hit him all at once now that he’d stopped moving.

You idly tapped at the backs of his hands looped over your stomach, drumming nonsense with your fingers.

“I deleted my account,” you said. “...But you can keep your boring little burner you brain rotted old man.”

“Oh,” Leon murmured, ignoring your little jab, eyes already closed. “I was gonna delete it anyway.”

“Hm, but first I wanna see what got you of all people so hooked.”

Before he could answer, your hand slipped into his jacket pocket and fished out his phone. You unlocked it, opened the app, and immediately recoiled.

The most aggressively middle aged man feed you had ever witnessed stared back at you.

You grimaced and twisted to look up at him “Really?"

Leon opened one eye, “What?”

“This is your For You page?”

He shrugged against the couch, “Yeah? This is useful information.”

“Useful information…” you repeated, gesturing toward the current video where a man was building a miniature fortress out of cinder blocks and cement.

Leon reached lazily over your shoulder and tapped into his saved folder.

“Look.” It was a collection of self-defense videos, “I know I already taught you some moves. But these might help.” He paused. “You never know when you might–.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, irritation softening at his protectiveness. 

You resumed swiping through his page, determined to find something funny buried beneath the wasteland of boring manly shit.

You squinted as grainy news helicopter footage loaded.

Smoke and debris littered the camera, and you could see a tiny familiar idiot in a skin tight quarter zip launching himself off some ledge and on top of some mangled creature before hacking at it with an axe. 

There was text on the screen though,

most sane leon fan:

A voiceover began.

“Leon, please get on top of me and start beating my ass like that,” 

Leon jolted, sleep vanishing from his worn body as his wide eyes glanced at your equally shocked face, then back at the screen.

“You’d leave me a bloody mess, but I would be fucking turned on and begging for more to be touched by you. I’d say thank you after you’d beat my ass. Please, one chance–”  (quoted word for word btw).

The phone vanished from your hands.

“Wait, wait!” You chuckle.

He ignored you, looking through the app menu. Settings, account, delete, 

You gasped, “Don’t!”

Confirm deletion.

“Yeah, no.” He muttered, shaking his head.

“Come onn, that was hilarious,” You nudged him, “I wanna see more of your little fans react to you.”

“I don’t,” he grumbled.

“What was that name? Antonio?" You twisted in his arms, trying to grab the phone back, but Leon simply pinned both your wrists against your chest with one hand while deleting the app with the other.

“It’s over,” he said.

“You’re so dramatic!”

“I’m being dramatic?” Leon scoffed, “You're begging to watch me be sexualized through aerial footage.”

“Can you blame them?!” You implore.

He shook his head in defeat as he tossed the phone onto the coffee table. He tightened his arms around you, and shut his eyes again.

“Wake me up in ten hours,” he muttered.

You leaned back into him, chuckling a little as you thought of Leon's mortified expression. You hadn’t seen that level of confusion on his face since your brain rot prime.

You shrugged as another thought came to you, atleast Antonio has good taste.

thank you-thank you-thank you antonio for reading my stupid fics. you always make my day. and you're actually a good reader! love ya ( *︾▽︾)

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it’s actually insane how i got giddy recognizing the references 😭

and YES leon would 100% watch power washing videos.

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leon kennedey x brainrotted wife! reader

thank you, thank you, thank you…

description: leons had enough of you shoving tik tok memes in his face and mindlessly referencing them…especially in bed.

warnings: alludes to s*x happening (but not descriptive at all)

Leon was never really on his phone unless someone texted or called him for something important, like work.

He was doing just fine with his flip phone until you begged him to buy a normal phone to save both of you the embarrassment out in public.

When he met you, phones became portals to mind numbing hell...or mind rot or whatever young people called it nowadays.

It started out pretty tame. A short video here, a muttered reference to one there.

You’d be sitting beside him on the couch, tucked under his arm, and suddenly your whole body would tense like you just remembered something super important.

“Wait—wait, look at this one—”

Leon would barely have time to react before you were shoving your phone into his line of sight.

A blurry video of someone speaking a foreign language too fast in 720p with filters and a sound effect that made no sense.

He’d stare, silently processing why his beautiful, intelligent and quick witted wife…could be possibly find this funny. Was there a hidden meaning?

“…what am I looking at?” he’d ask, squinting slightly.

You’d already be laughing.

“That’s the point, it doesn’t make sense,” you outright wheezed.

“Honey, that’s not a point.”

“It is!”

He’d exhale through his nose, grabbing your phone and tossing it a few inches away from you on the couch before leaning back, “I love you, but your sense of humor is fucked.”

You gasped, giving him a scandalized look “Says you! Can’t even go two seconds without making some corny dad joke.”

“Which you always laugh at,” he concluded with utmost composure.

Just when he thought this tik tok thing was some trend you’d grow out of, you’d do it again, except this time it wasn’t a video playing mindless noise.

It was you!

Muttering some meme audio under your breath, repeating a phrase. They were like little vocal habits, or “comedic” adlibs that slipped out without thinking. And every once in a while Leon would shake his head, huff out the quietest laugh.

You’d freeze, eyes lighting up before you reached up to poke at his reluctant smile.

“Ooou, you think I’m hilarious.”

“…I didn’t say that.”

“You laughed.”

Eventually, he sort of adapted. But nothing could’ve prepared him for that night.

You were situated on Leon’s lap, and his voice dropped low as he murmured something against your ear through ragged breaths, a compliment so soft and sweet your stomach flipped.

And without thinking, you breathed out, quiet and mindless,

“Thank you…”

He sighed through a few other words of praise and since your mind wasn't really there you found yourself repeating the two words under your breath again.

It slipped out so naturally you didn’t even process it at first. But then you paused, just for a fraction of a second, but Leon felt it.

“…You okay?” he muttered, breath stuttering as he brought a hand up to the side of your flushed face.

You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head quickly, dipping it away from his view, maybe you could brush it off, but then…

The thought hit you again.

The meme, flashing behind your eyes.

The stupid audio ringing in your ears.

Oh no.

You hid your face, turning your cheek to rest on Leon’s bulky shoulder as you continued moving.

You bit at his damp skin, but lo and behold…a small snicker escaped before you could stop it.

Leon brought his hands to your waist, stilling your movements and searching for your gaze with the utmost concern in his eyes. “Hey—whats wrong?”

You bit your lip, trying to hold it in, shoulders starting to shake. “N-nothing, just—”

“Are you…laughing?”

“…Sorry—I’m sorry,” you fully cracked, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as you nearly stopped breathing.

Leon leaned back just enough to look at you, completely thrown.

Hair tousled from your grip, expression somewhere in between leftover lust, concern, and pure confusion.

“…did I do something wrong?” he asked, brows pulling together.

You shook your head quickly, still laughing. “No—no, it’s just…there’s this stupid meme—”

“A meme?!” he repeated.

The word itself offended him, there was no way your mind had conjured up another meme during such an intimate moment. It was a damn scandal!

You nodded, reaching for your phone resting under the pillow beside Leon. “Wait, I’ll show you—”

Leon groaned softly under his breath, hissing through his teeth at your involuntary movements.

You pulled up the video, giggling and barely able to hold the phone steady. He stared as you swiped through numerous videos of cars, or even people, squatting up and down as some stupid audio played in time with their bounces—

“thank you, thank you, thank you—”

Leons steel blue eyes stared at the screen, then at you, then back at the screen.

“…that’s what you were thinking about?” he asked in bewilderment.

You wheezed, nodding.

He huffed, shaking his head as a faint, disbelieving smile tugged at his mouth. “You’re unbelievable.”

As soon as you recovered, he shifted, flipping you down under him, voice fond now, but laced with that familiar edge.

“Alright,” he muttered, adjusting you so you could get comfortable. “Now, focus.”

The next morning was suspiciously quiet. You stretched, blinking sleep from your eyes, reaching lazily for your phone on the nightstand.

Your hand blindly smacked against the wooden surface, it wasn’t there...

You frowned.

You sat up and looked around, under the pillows, under the bed, in your drawers. You sighed, padding into the living room.

“…Leon?”

“In the kitchen.”

You were still half-asleep, hair a mess, voice rough, “Have you seen my phone?”

He didn’t look up from the coffee he was stirring, “Yeah.”

“…okay?” you said slowly. “Where is it?”

He looked at you with a little smirk, before he reached into his pocket and held it up.

You frowned, why was that in his pocket? Whatever, you couldn’t care less right now.

You needed your morning doomscroll.

He placed it on the counter and you immediately grabbed it.

When you unlocked it, searching for that familiar little red, blue, and black music icon, you froze.

“…what the hell?” You murmured, frantically swiping through your homescreen like it might magically reappear somehow.

“Hm?”

“…Where is it.”

In your mind, yet another meme audio played:

"mf where is it—where is it??!"…You seriously had a problem.

“Where’s what, honey?” He hummed.

“The app—Tik Tok!”

He finally looked at you, and shrugged “I deleted it.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

“What!—why?”

“Because.”

“BECAUSE WHY?”

He took a sip of his coffee, “Because it’s rotting your brain.”

You stared at him.

“Excuse me??”

“You couldn’t even get through five minutes without quoting something,” he said, setting the mug down. “In bed.”

You flushed instantly. “That was ONE time!—”

“Mm.”

“You even laughed!”

“Eventually.”

He stepped closer, reaching out, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek in a way that immediately dulled your frustration.

His voice dropped a little, quieter now.

“You’ve got a good brain,” he said. “I like it the way it is.”

Your expression faltered just a bit, foot kicking against the floor in protest, “…But—Leon, this isn’t funny.”

“No gorgeous, it’s not,” he cooed in faux sympathy, “which is exactly why I’m not letting you redownload it until I stop hearing meme references, especially not in bed.”

Your jaw dropped. You hated that mischievous glimmer in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes…god, he’s so handsome. Wait! You’re mad right now.

“I’ll just redownload it.” You said defiantly.

“And I’ll re-delete it,” Leon grinned, tapping your chin. “Who knows, maybe when you recover you’ll be thanking me, yeah?”

Even in all your despair, you suppressed a smirk as the meme audio rang in your head.

Leon, having grown a sixth sense for your incoming references, gave you a flat look, “Not in that way.”

“BUT—“

He was already turning away, clearly done with the discussion, “Coffee’s getting cold.”

You stood there for a second, completely betrayed.

“…Fine,” you stubbornly called out as he walked away, “I’ll hide your geezer rock CDs!”

His muffled voice echoed from inside your room, “I think I’ll live.”

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he must be infiltrated.

[a-dsoagent]

Do you promise? I promise.

Based on this request!!

SYNOPSIS: While not planned this early on, you and Leon are expecting and are welcoming it as much as you can with open arms. But then, Leon is personally requested for this high risk mission where his fate is not clear, but he will do anything if it means it will get him back to you.

PAIRING: RE4R!Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

WARNINGS/TAGS: A mix of both fluff and angst, good ending, established relationship (Leon and Reader are married), fem!reader, afab!reader, cursing, mention of smoking, description of second trimester pregnancy and its symptoms, weird cravings, sweet domestic moments, kissing, divergence of Resident Evil 4 Remake canon plot, canon typical Resident Evil violence, ganados, blood, gore, ADA WONG APPEARANCE (no bashing here, we like Ada on this blog), references to Krauser fights, Las Plagas and its symptoms, references to Luis Serra death scene, a lot of Leon’s stream of consciousness

NOTES: OMG I’ve been having the urges to write Dad!Leon recently, so thank you much Anon for sending in this request, even if I made it sad, but it is all good in the end! I promise. (pun intended) (lol im sorry that was lame) I hope you like it!

Leon’s fingers tap to the beat of the music playing from the radio, in a really good mood. You both just came back from a doctor’s appointment, just a regular check up as you are advancing in your pregnancy. With you now in your second trimester, the doctor offered in this appointment that she could finally announce the baby’s gender. You quickly ask if she could share it in an envelope so it can be a surprise to you and your husband. So here you are now, driving back home with Leon holding one of your hands over the console, swiping his thumb over your knuckles, while you stare at the envelope in your other hand.

“I wasn’t able to catch it, but what week are you at right now?” Leon asks as he looks at you, the car slows to a stop at a red light.

“The 20th” you reply, still smiling down at the envelope. While you and Leon weren’t expecting to get pregnant so soon as you both recently got married earlier in the year, you weren’t mad about it. You remember the day you found out as if it were yesterday. You were breaking down on the bathroom floor, wondering what Leon would think as this was not planned out at all. But then he found you with the pregnancy test in hand and took you into his arms, saying it’ll all be okay and that you will get through it together. You’d say you’ve been doing a great job so far. Leon follows your eyes looking at the envelope.

“Do you want to go open the envelope once we get home?” He suggests, but you immediately shake your head.

“No!” You exclaim, finally tearing your eyes away from the envelope to look at Leon, “I want to make this special.”

Leon chuckles at your little outburst. This pregnancy has got you acting in ways he has never experienced before, but he doesn’t mind. “Well, in what way do you want to do it then, baby?”

“I was wondering if we can get a gender reveal cake? I don’t know, I just want it to be an intimate, memorable thing between us.” Leon then raises your hand he was holding and brings it to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of it.

“Your wish is my command, princess,” he says genuinely. He softly smiles as he looks at you getting all excited in the passenger seat. “Do you want to pass by the bakery right now to get it ordered?” He says, looking at the road. He hears you groan, which causes him to look back to see you sulking into your seat.

“My back hurts too much to move anymore,” you whine out, massaging your lower back as best you can being buckled in your seat. “Can we go home? We can go get the cake tomorrow.”

“Okay hun, we’ll get you home.” Leon says, putting his hand on your thigh now in an attempt to soothe your pain. “I can drop off the envelope at the bakery on my way home from work tomorrow. You don’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Okay. Thank you so much, baby,” you chirp out before going really silent. Leon goes to look at you pouting.

“What’s wrong?” He asks gently.

“I would really like some ice cream with bacon,” you say all sad. Leon laughs under his breath, he swears he can see tears swelling up in your eyes at the thought.

“Don’t worry hun, I’ll make you some the moment we get home.” He reassures, which he grins as soon as he sees you straighten up in your seat in delight.

“Can you make the bacon really crispy?” You request as you look at him with puppy eyes. He kept laughing at your demeanor as he parked the car in front of your home, as if he could ever say no to you.

“Of course.” he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt. Before leaving the car, he turns to look at you and really takes you in. You have changed so much physically throughout your pregnancy. Not just the obvious tummy, but you had a certain glow. You looked so majestic to him all the time. He places a hand on your bump, the light glimmering off his wedding band as the setting sun landed one of its last rays perfectly on your stomach. You can tell he is deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?” You ask as you bring your hand to lay on top of his. He takes a moment before he speaks.

“I’m kind of scared, y’know?” He admits, “I never thought I would be a father, especially right now. Despite how nervous I am about this, I’m happy and excited about it at the same time. I get to have this baby with you, the woman I love so much in the entire world. The woman who has been there at my lowest but also at my highest. Who had stayed up nights for me no matter how many times I told her not to. I know everything will be alright because I have you.” He looks up at your face and sees your eyes glazed with tears. You stop him before he panics.

“Oh honey, you’re so sweet,” you start as you hold his face, placing a peck on his lips, “I am so happy I get to do this with you too. I know not much of this was planned so early, but don’t worry. We will get through this together, and everything will be okay. I mean how could they not when you have practically every corner of our house wrapped in either guards or pool noodles?” He goes red at your teasing, but is still smiling hard.

“Hey, you’ll thank me later for that. Now, lets get ins-”

Leon’s phone starts ringing. It only ever rings when it’s you, which it can’t be since you’re sitting right there, or his job. The interior of the car suddenly feels very tense.

Leon grabs his phone and turns it to see who it was, and it was of course the latter option. He answers the call, slowly bringing it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Leon, we need you at the office first thing tomorrow morning. It’s urgent.”

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“I’m so sorry, baby. But I have to go by tonight.”

It has been a day since Leon received the news that he was getting dispatched to Spain, quite literally across the globe, away from you. He told you he had to fight to be able to come back home really quick to tell you good-bye.

“I wish I had a choice not to go, but they specifically requested me for this one,” he explains as he stands in front of you. He is completely dressed in his gear. “They finally know the whereabouts of the president’s daughter, it’s a major deal.”

Leon’s heart breaks at the sight of you trying so hard not to cry. You had conversations of him having to go on missions regularly, but with the ever changing hormones, it is just hitting you harder this time.

“But, you will come back home. Right?” You whisper out.

Leon looks down at the floor in desperation from his position kneeled on the floor in front of you. He rubs your arms as you are seated on the couch, your bowl of soggy cereal without milk completely abandoned on the side.

“You know I will do everything in my power to get back home to you, baby. You know that.” His stomach twists as he sees you have caught on to him not giving you a straight answer. He sighs and tries to lighten the mood, one of his hands leaving your arm. “Besides, I have something that will help me remember to power through.”

You tilt your head in curiosity as his hand goes to one of the pouches attached to his belt. He unzips it and pulls out a folded envelope, the one that contains your baby’s gender.

“I promise you I will be back with a pink cake,” he says, softly smirking to cheer you up. He fully smiles as he hears you giggle.

“You really think it’s going to be a girl, huh?” You say through tears. Leon leans up to kiss one away.

“You bet. We will do that reveal you always wanted, baby. You have my word.” You nod your head in understanding.

Before Leon gets up to leave, he leans down to leave a kiss on your bump.

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Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body.

It begins now.

Leon jerks awake, his mind still plagued from what felt like it happened a couple of seconds ago. He sure doesn’t feel too hot right now. He looks up to see his hands bound together by chains. God, does he feel nauseous.

“Oh, what the fuck?” He says what is supposedly to himself as he brings his chained up hands down, until a voice rings out.

“Hey, stop it!” The voice is heavy with an accent. Leon turns to see who he is dealing with as a prisoner. “Oye, Yanqui, got a name?”

“Leon.” He says as he looks around the room, not wanting to make conversation and just wanting to get the hell out of here.

“Quiet type, eh? I’m Luis Serra. And guess–you, me–picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh?” Leon pulls on the chain as he moves father away from his new acquaintance. “Hey, stop it! You move, I move… and I’m beat up enough as it is!”

Leon goes to try on the chain again and sees it is hung up on a wheel on the ceiling. He notices it is slightly loose. Great, this should be easy to break down if he just gives it a couple more hard tugs. He pulls down again, which causes Luis to look up.

“I can see your thinking. Bet you’ve been in spots like this before, hm?” He teases. Leon grunts as he turns to put his whole body weight on the chain. “My guess… you’re here looking for someone?” Leon gives another hard tug, avoiding Luis.

“One more guess… Maybe… some missing señorita?” That caught Leon’s attention.

“A young girl?” Leon asks, finally turning to look at Luis. Finally, some business. He pulls the chain to have Luis be face level. “Talk. Now.”

“All right. See, heard chatter about moving a señorita.”

“Moving her. Where?” Leon interrogates as he loosens his grip on Luis.

“Who knows? But later, saw some men dragging someone… to the old church.” Luis says cunningly before dropping to the ground once Leon breaks the wheel off the ceiling, releasing the chain. “Mierda… Hanging with you? Not healthy–” Leon notices another one of those brainwashed villages about to strike Luis from behind, so he cuts him off by pulling on the chain.

The villager is wielding an axe, so before he chops up somebody, Leon deals a blow to his face using the chain to his advantage. With the villager distracted from the pain, Leon brings the chain around its neck, effectively strangling him, but the thing is still thrashing around. Leon then brings his knee up and puts down his whole body on the chain, snapping its neck for good. Fuck, that hurt… Luis also falls from the chain dragging him, but grabs the key the villager dropped to set himself free from the chains. He makes a big show of it, drops the chain and goes to run out.

“Hey, we’re not done here!” Leon tries to go after him, but gets stuck by the chain still being snugly around the dead villager’s neck.

“Later, amigo!” Luis departs, throwing the key far from Leon. Leon stands there in disbelief. How mature. And he knows this is most likely not the last of him either. This will be a very long mission… Leon goes to grab the key, finally freeing himself and calls for Hunnigan for updates and to find some information on Luis as he heads out the room, that sick feeling in his body still being very present.

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Everyone takes a moment catching their breaths after the chase from the Ganados, which Leon ended by shooting a gear, leading to a door slamming on one of their heads, cutting their path. Luis and Ashley lean on the nearby wooden walls for support as Leon looks around to see where they should go next. He has finally found the president’s daughter, but of course the mission is nowhere near over. He then snaps his head as he hears Ashley cough violently to see her spitting out blood.

“Ashley?” Leon asks concerned as he goes to check on her. She is shaking as she looks at the crimson covering her palm.

“Wh-What’s happening to me?” She asks, her body still wracking with coughs.

“Ashley,” Luis carefully approaches, “Is this the first time you’ve coughed up blood like this?” Ashely nods her head.

“You wanna start explaining?” Leon asks, trying to mask the panic as he was also coughing up blood the same way not too long ago on the speedboat.

“The cough, the blood–it’s caused by something called a… ‘plaga’” Leon and Ashley turn to look at each other. He can see the fear in her eyes.

“OK. You saw those ‘people,’ right?” Luis begins explaining. The further he talks, the more Leon’s stomach sinks at the fact he is infected with currently no cure in sight. “Well, you have the same thing inside you. The same thing that made them like that. This, what you’re experiencing, these symptoms… They’re only the beginning.”

“I don’t want to become like them.” Ashley nervously murmurs out. Leon is still in thought, trying to figure out what to do.

“You are, well, lucky,” Luis points out, “You see, at this early stage, the parasite–the plaga. It is possible to remove it… with a surgical procedure. And all you need is some know-how. And, oh yeah– the right equipment.” Luis turns to show a scar running across his chest.

“Wait. You, too?” Leon bursts out. He seriously can’t believe this ex-Umbrella member is the only one that can save his and Ashley’s life right now.

“No worries. See, I have a plan. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

If it’s going to get this parasite out of him and be able to finish this mission and go back home in one piece, it seems like he doesn’t have any other option.

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Leon and Ashley head over to the castle’s courtyard after Luis told them they should meet up there as he got his hands on some suppressants for las Plagas. After dealing with a couple ambushes on the way, they finally make it when Ashley starts groaning out in pain.

“You OK?” Leon asks.

“I think so. Uh–” Ashley then seems to lose consciousness as she falls forward. Leon catches her. What is going on? Is this like how he passed out in the boat?

“Instead of worrying about her…” It sounds like Ashley, but with something eerie mixed in with her voice, “worry about your own skin!”

Leon feels Ashley pull his knife from his holster, and goes to swing it at him.

“Foolish little lamb”

Leon grabs a hold on the blade before it makes contact with him, but it cuts him as Ashley slides it out of his hand. Leon stares at her in disbelief as she then brings the knife close to her neck, seeing the crazed look in her eyes.

“Temperance, child!”

“Ashley!” Leon slowly approaches as she takes a couple of steps back, far enough to the point a gate falls, separating them in the courtyard. Leon sees Ashley snap out of whatever was possessing her, the familiar look of fear back on her face now. She drops the knife, looking at her hands not believing what she just did and runs away.

“Wait!” Leon shouts out, but she is now long gone. He brings his head to lean on the metal bars of the gate. So the search is back on.

But all other thoughts are clouding Leon’s mind. If he doesn’t get to Luis’ cure soon, what is happening to Ashley will soon be him too. And who knows if it’ll be reversible? He has to bring everything back to order if he wants to get back home, and he has to do that stat.

His hand instinctively goes to the pouch containing the envelope as he thinks back to you. He needs to get back home, to you and your child. His breath evens out at the thought and he leans away from the bar. With newfound hope, he goes on to find Ashley.

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Leon is already agitated as he walks into the room at the end of a corridor within the castle. He lost his connection to Hunnigan after facing some Ganados, so he is really not in the mood. He goes further into the room, gun ready as he sees a window mysteriously open. Before he could get any closer to it to inspect-

“You can stop right there, Leon.” He has not forgotten that voice. And the fact he is hearing it right now, doesn’t surprise him. “Wouldn;t make me use this, would you?”

Getting the hint, he tosses his gun to the side, keeping his hands up to show he is all clear.

“Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting…” Leon says, no amusement in his tone, “Ada.” She tilts her head in observation.

“You don’t seem surprised. Interesting…” She slowly muses until Leon swiftly turns and slams her hand aiming the gun at him away. They soon get into a heated altercation, with Leon ending it by holding his knife to her neck.

“Try using knives next time,” Leon says flatly, “Better for close encounters.”

“Not a bad move. Very smooth.” She mocks. Leon lets go of his grip on her as he turns away, not wanting to give her any more attention than what he has already given her.

“So who are you working for this time?” He asks, not expecting an answer.

“Oh, Leon. You know I don’t work and tell.” She jokes back. She can see Leon getting irritated, which was not a reaction she was expecting from the lovesick young rookie she met a couple years ago. “Leave the girl. She’s lost no matter what.” She squints her eyes as she hears Leon scoff.

“You walk away now… and who knows? Maybe you’ll live to meet me again. And then I might get you that ‘greeting’ you’re looking for.” She says, strutting her way to the window.

“Oh trust me, I am for sure not looking for one,” Leon replies harshly, “Besides, you think I’m gonna give up that easy?” Ada looks back to Leon in confusion for not falling so easily to her mannerisms. Why does she feel so bummed out right now? She huffs out a breath.

“Right.” She says quietly before disappearing into the night.

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Leon carefully shuts the door behind him as he finally has found Ashley again. He slowly approaches her, who is crying on a couch. It kind of reminded him of the times you would have your crying episodes from the mood swings you faced. He thinks back to that one time you were crying over a milk ad. As he walks up to Ashley, she shuffles away from him.

“Stay back! I might hurt you again,” she cries out, looking at her hand as if it is drowned in blood. “I’m so scared. When that happened… I wasn’t myself anymore. I was something else.”

“Ashley, that must have been terrifying. I-I know,” Leon mutters out, caught off guard over him being so soft on the job. Maybe it’s from all the newfound patience he has learned with you. He then shows her his arm, the black veins caused by the parasite taking over it.

“You too?” She gasps out. Leon barely nods.

“It’s OK to be afraid, you know,” he continues as he sits next to her. God, does he already feel like a dad right now. “But you can’t run. You got to keep moving forward. We will beat this.” Ashley breaks eye contact with him as she doesn’t take in his words. He thinks back to the promise he made with you in the car two days before.

“Together.” He adds. Ashley sits back in defeat.

“I don’t know if I can,” she sighs, but Leon quickly puts an end to her doubts.

“You can.” He firmly says, before going lighter in his tone to boost her mood, “And give me a heads-up before you stab me next time, OK?” She huffs out a laugh.

“Leon… Thanks.”

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The walls of the cave are all a blur as Leon steps on the gas of the water scoot he is on with Ashley. As he dodges all the falling debris, his head is heavy with all kinds of thoughts.

That ridiculous cart ride with Luis, and how he was stabbed in front of his eyes just a few moments later, by his own mentor back when he was forced to work for the government. Having to fight with him.

“We are just getting started, rookie.”

“You’re still a kid holding on to fantasies of what’s right and wrong.”

“Enough play, rookie. You haven’t changed a damn bit.”

How he went back to Luis. Gave him his last smoke. Watched him take his final breath.

“...What do you think, Leon…? People can change, right?”

Finally settling things with Ada on that boat.

“You look like you got something to say.”

“I’m not playing this game of cat and mouse with you anymore. I’ve changed since Raccoon City, have you?”

“Pfft– You? Leon S. Kennedy? You haven’t changed. You just think you have.”

Finding the amber. How it contains Las Plagas. Ashley getting possessed. How he was shy of getting shot dead.

“Welcome, my children.”

“Stop! No!”

“Sweet child, do not resist!”

He loses Ashley again. Just to go fight with Krauser again. Seeing people use these diseases thinking it gives them power again.

“You’ve done well to make it this far, rookie.”

“You can’t save her. You can’t save anyone!”

“You’re too soft to do what’s necessary.”

“That’s the difference between you and me, rookie.”

“I trained you well… Leon.”

He takes Ashley to Luis’ lab. Heals her, but doesn’t last long enough to stay awake to see it as the exhaustion and the parasite take over, leaving him thinking he is dead. But wakes up thanks to Ashley curing him as well, both finally getting the hell out of here. Fighting more creatures, some alongside Ada until it’s all finally over. 

“I think we both know this is where we go our separate ways. For good.”

“I see.”

Now they are on this scooter, rushing out as the island falls into ruin. All these experiences weigh heavy on his mind until he finally reaches the end of the cave, into the light. Leon and Ashley look back at what's left of the island.

“You all right?” Leon asks after it gets quiet.

“I’m not sure! That was insane!” Ashley says as the island sets off its final explosions. It causes sparks and water to fall on them, finally the sign saying this is all over as they both look to the sun rising ahead. Even with all the bad, the mission is finally over. Leon defied the odds. Despite what they all said, Leon did save Ashley. They didn’t leave Luis’ heroic act in vain as they are living proof of it. He has changed. He has grown. But there are still a lot of things to learn, and he can’t wait to go home to you to do so.

“Mission accomplished, right?” Ashley asks, cutting Leon out of his thinking.

“Mission accomplished… when you’re home safe.” Leon says, smiling a rare smile over his shoulder at Ashley.

“Thank you for saving me.” Ashley expresses. Leon nods his head and looks ahead. “You know, I could put in a word with my dad. Have you assigned to my detail, if you’re interested?” She adds, smirking.

“Nah, got a missus waiting for me back home,” Leon says, smiling back at her. He tries to hold back laughter as Ashley’s face drops.

“Oh! I apologize, I didn’t know you were-”

“Married? Yeah, you’re one of the few I’m letting on this little secret, so you better keep it. But also, you don’t need me. You proved you can handle yourself. Even if you could use a lesson in knife safety.” Ashley laughs.

“Come on now, let’s go home.” Leon revs up the scooter and they both ride into the distance.

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Your knee nervously bounces as you watch TV, trying to distract yourself. You know stressing out was not good for the baby, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking of all the things that could be happening to Leon over the 24 hours he was gone. You keep telling yourself to stop overthinking, but your mind still keeps racing. You stand after a minute, thinking getting some food will get your mind off it all.

You slowly waddle to the kitchen, groaning as you reach behind your back. This baby is growing heavy really fast. As you reach the doorway to the kitchen, you hear the door unlock. You immediately turn back and shuffle back to the living room to see Leon quietly take his boots off. He then notices you standing there, bewildered. He gives you a tired smile.

“Hey honey. I got the cake.” Leons says as he raises the box in his hands proudly. He hears you release a wail as you rush into him. He chuckles as he holds the box in one hand and brings his other arm to wrap around you. “Woah! Careful, beautiful. You’re about to make me drop this cake.”

You move your head from his chest to look at his face. Your husband is alive and back home safe. You’re feeling all these emotions of happiness, sadness, and fear combine, causing you to mumble out words Leon couldn’t piece together. Leon moves his arm to caress the side of your face.

“Oh baby… Shhh… Breathe with me now,” he coos, and you follow his instruction by copying him leading you with deep breaths. “That’s it. Feel all better now? You let it all out?” You simply nod your head.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. “Now, how about we reveal the gender of this baby, hm?”

You both are now situated on the living room floor. The cake is out and Leon brought a knife with a plate. You are sitting against his chest, staying close to him as much as possible now that he is home.

“Okay, are you ready?” Leon asks as he brings the knife closer to the cake.

“Wait, let me do it,” you order. Leon laughs softly as he hands you the knife. You start slicing the cake and after raising the knife away from the cake to cut the other side to cut a good slice, the crumbs sticking to it already reveal your answer. Leon inhales a breath and holds it as you finally cut the cake and put it on the plate. You smile, already getting all emotional as you bring the plate up towards Leon.

“You’re right. It’s a girl.”

END NOTES: Man, I didn't mean to make this so long, but I just had so many ideas for this one. I sincerely apologize again for uploading this late, I thought school was getting lighter but it didn't.💔 Might post something extra on Saturday to make it up to y'all. Thank you so much for reading and have a great rest of your day darlings<33

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FIELD TRIP LEON KENNEDY

SUMMARY leon chaperones his daughter's field trip

PAIRINGS re9!leon kennedy x wife!reader, re9!leon kennedy x daughter!oc (lizzy)

WORD COUNT 0.4k

WARNINGS basically just fluff. leon does his absolute best to be there for his child. mentions of first grader antics. leon has a daughter named lizzy (girl dad!leon i will always love you). brain rot mentions (six seven mention sorry). not proofread. lowercase intended.

AUTHOR'S NOTE this idea came to me after watching a video about a mother complaining about chaperoning other kids on a field trip she signed up for. anyway, this is how leon would be on his daughter's field trip. also, i threw this together really fast so sorry if it sucks.

leon doesn't exactly remember agreeing to you signing him up for chaperoning your daughter’s field trip to the zoo. 

it was after a long mission and you just happened to slip it in with your ramblings on what he had missed.

“lizzy has been practicing writing, oh! which reminds me, would you chaperone her field trip coming up? i was going to but i have this big meeting, plus i think she’d love to have you there.” leon hummed an acknowledgment, his eyes closed as he teetered toward the edge of sleep. 

“sure, sweetheart.”

now he was at the local zoo surrounded by twenty-five first graders, who were fascinated by him.

“mister kennedy, why are you so tall?” “mister kennedy, my shoes untied.” “mister kennedy, why are you so old?” that last one stung a bit.

to say he was overstimulated was an understatement, but seeing the joy on his daughter’s face when she found out he would be coming with them made it all worth it.

leon would spend the day walking with lizzy and some of her friends, each one taking turns to sit on his shoulders so they could get a better view of the zebras.

as lunch came around, he’d open the lunch you had packed for both him and lizzy, smiling at the note you left for him.

he’d listen to the random conversations lizzy would have with her friends, feeling like he was losing brain cells every time a 67 joke was made.

he helped lizzy’s teacher with wrangling the kids together. one stern look and a tough voice got all of those kids in line.

he even paid for ice cream for all the kids, which led to many sticky hands and messy clothes.

when it was finally time to leave, leon helped load the kids onto the bus, taking a seat next your daughter. she rambled for about three minutes before her head crashed against leon’s arm, her mouth open as she slept against him.

when you arrived home you were greeted by an excited lizzy who simply could not wait to tell you everything. your husband on the other hand, he was fast asleep on the couch, his mouth open as soft snores escaped. like father like daughter.

thankfully lizzy was worn out from all the excitement which made bedtime much easier.

“thanks for going with her. i can tell she had a great time.”

“i did too. well, minus all the six-seven jokes. by the way, i think we need to limit her screentime.” leon chuckled as he settled into bed. “oh, and sweetheart?”

“yeah?” you asked, turning to see your husband with a mischievous look on his face.

“i signed you up for the bake sale.” you should’ve known he’d get his revenge. “and lizzy is supposed to help you bake.”

“lovely.”

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being the fire lord is easy. controlling a two-year-old with the hiccups? that’s the real challenge.

content: pure fluff, d/n= daughter’s name, girl dad & husband fire lord!zuko x wife reader

the sun was just beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks surrounding the fire nation capital, casting a warm orange glow over everything that matched the rich tapestries hanging in the private royal quarters. you were sitting on a thick rug, trying to neatly fold a basket of silks, while zuko sat at his low desk nearby, buried under a growing pile of scrolls that never seemed to get any smaller, even after years of him being the fire lord.

d/n was wobbling around the room, her little feet thumping against the floorboards as she chased a stray butterfly. she was wearing a miniature version of the traditional crimson robes, which made her look like a tiny, round ember.

"mama! look! i catch it!" she chirped, her voice high and stumbling over the words as she lunged for the butterfly on the wall.

you smiled, pausing your folding to watch her. "you almost got it, baby. keep trying."

zuko let out a heavy sigh from his desk, dropping his brush. he rubbed the bridge of his nose, but when he looked over at d/n, his expression softened instantly. the golden light hit his scar, and for a moment, he didn't look like the most powerful man in the world; he just looked like a tired dad.

"she has too much energy today," zuko murmured, leaning back in his chair. "maybe i should take her out to the turtle-duck pond before dinner."

just as he said that, d/n stopped in her tracks. her little shoulders suddenly hitched upward, and she hiccuped.

a tiny, bright orange spark popped out of her mouth, fizzling out before it even hit the air. her eyes went wide, and she looked at you with a confused pout. "uh oh," she whispered.

you felt a pang of worry mixed with amusement. "zuko, the hiccups are back."

"it is fine," zuko said, standing up and walking over to her. "it is just her inner fire reacting to the diaphragm spasms. she is only two, it is perfectly natural for a bender her age." he knelt down and scooped her up, but right as he did, another one hit her.

this time, a bigger puff of fire—not just a spark—shot forward. it wasn't enough to hurt anyone, but it landed right on the corner of the scroll zuko had been working on. the dry paper ignited instantly, a small flame licking up the side of the page.

"fire! fire!" d/n squealed, pointing at the desk and giggling like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen.

"no, no, no! not that one!" zuko yelped, darting back to the desk. he didn't even use bending to put it out; he just started frantically patting the paper with his bare hands until the flame died, leaving a charred, circular hole right in the middle of a tax report.

you couldn't help it. you burst out laughing, leaning back against the sofa. "well, i think she just gave you a very valid reason to stop working for the night."

zuko looked at the ruined scroll, then at his daughter, who was currently trying to chew on her own hand to stop the next hiccup. he sighed, a small, defeated smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"d/n, we do not burn daddy’s important papers," he said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably because he was busy booping her nose.

"burn it!" d/n repeated proudly, her little chest puffing out. "i do fire, dada! see?"

"yes, i see," zuko laughed, tucking her under his arm like a sack of rice. "you are a very powerful firebender, but maybe we should practice on things that aren't official decrees. like... nothing. let's practice on nothing."

another hiccup shook her tiny body, and a stray spark landed in zuko’s hair. you jumped up, quickly patting it out before it could catch.

"okay, that's it," you said, taking her from him and settling her on your hip. "i think someone needs some water and a nap before she accidentally sets the palace curtains on fire."

"no nap! play!" d/n protested, squirming in your arms.

zuko stepped closer, wrapping his arms around both of you and resting his forehead against yours. the smell of smoke and sandalwood clung to him, and he looked so happy it made your heart ache.

"let her stay up just a little longer," he whispered. "i’ll help her control the breath. if she learns to breathe through the hiccups, the fire stops."

"you just want to play with her," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"maybe," he admitted, grinning as d/n let out one last tiny hiccup that produced nothing but a faint wisp of smoke. "but look at her. she’s going to be better than me one day."

"she's already got the 'accidental destruction' part down," you joked, kissing his cheek. "just like her father."

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bulking season

short | smut | size difference | big ol’ beefy boy

jason todd bulks so easily.

he doesn’t even have to be super strict about it, like his body listens to him without much restriction. his muscles fill out and his stomach gets just a little pudgier.

you can tell when it makes him insecure, when his shirts that were already straining against his huge muscles start to barely fit over the extra pounds he gains. you try and convince him that it’s nothing to be ashamed of, that you know he’s just maintaining his physique. he tries to shrug it off, tell you that you’re being nice. still you kiss him extra, wrap your arms around him when you can and work around his diet with him so you can both eat together. he loved you for it.

but when he’s doing his meal prep on saturday morning, shirt nowhere to be found and his back muscles working in tandem with his huge biceps, you fight the urge to tackle him to the floor. you can smell the coffee he’s brewing you and normally that would wake you up entirely. though right now, all you want is to drag him back to bed. you stand there in the doorway, watching him move, admiring the layer of sexy pudge he put on for the winter months.

the way his thighs were bigger than ever and you gawked at them, imagining him over you. you knew he’d been hitting legs harder, training his glutes with hip thrusts and kickbacks that he upped the weights weekly. you were practically drooling at how his pants fit his perfect ass and tilting your head at it like something you wanted a bite out of.

without even turning, the heat of your intense gaze was enough to burn his back, he calls your name.

“you gonna stand there and stare all day babe?”

like a magnet, you pad over to him, drawn by his enormous stature. smaller arms wrapping around his huge frame like a ribbon around a gift. god, he was so hot.

warmer, bigger, and softer.

so when he fucked, it was way more intense.

as if every part of him had grown, he laid his weight just over you, not crushing but enough that you could feel the difference. his heavy palms pushing your legs over your shoulders, pressing down like he belonged there. his lips trailing over the shell of your ear, praising you for taking him like this. for letting him in so deep. grabbing at your thighs and just pushing them higher and higher. he always loved a mean mating press when he was bulking. and fuck, so did you, mewling when he buried himself to the hilt. scratching at his back when he folded you just right. crying out his name with every movement he made because it was just so damn good.

the first time, he looked at you wide eyed, pulled back a little just to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. repeatedly asking, “is that painful?” and “i’m so sorry sweets, we can stop.”

to which you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, his stomach slightly poking out and hugging your chest. looking up at him with tears in your eyes, but definitely not because you wanted him to stop, “no! it’s good, it’s really…really good,” biting your bottom lip.

he still looked at you sideways and decided to let you on top, thinking giving you a little more control might be nice. then you straddled him, holding onto his big beefy shoulders, and struggling to take him all inside without his help. you let out sharp involuntary whines. bouncing and squeezing him tightly within your slick walls. he cups your ass and keeps you still.

“baby, are you sure you’re okay?” he asks again, ever the sweet man he was.

you nod again, leaning down in exhaustion and slight humiliation for being unable to handle him on your own.

breathing his name out softly, “it’s perfect, you’re perfect. i just need your help.”

he knows it too, nodding and helping you back onto the mattress. taking his time at first, slowly easing you into it. then when he finally gets you under him again and he realizes that you really couldn’t fit him all on your own, he smiles. he doesn’t just give you that same charming and cheeky smile, but he gives you one reminiscent of the devil that finally gets you to give in to temptation. when he finally sees how much you like him like this, he’s entirely feral.

“fucking love this don’t you?” he groans out, heavy and tender in his thrusts, “you’re so sexy, fuck, i’ll bulk all the time if you like it this much,”

lips attaching to your jaw, kissing and sucking harder than he usually does. one hand kneading your breasts like damn stress balls and you can’t help it, moaning out like a pornstar.

he laughs at your neediness, “feel good sweetheart? feels good when i’m riiight,” dragging his palm up your stomach and touching the spot he repeatedly hits over and over, “here.”

then he’ll manhandle you onto your stomach, pulling you up by your hips and have you arch just right for him. he used the opportunity to slip back inside with ease and drive himself back home. his groans are even more animalistic, panting harder and gripping tight in a way that you knew would leave bruises. but you didn’t care. you couldn’t care less if anything and all he wanted was to make you feel good, repeating what he notices you like.

when he pulls you up so your back is to his chest, you mewl his name and wrap his arm around your neck. he understands it immediately, keeping you in a headlock and fucking into you deeper. watching your face contort into blissful pleasure and moaning with you because all it did was drive him wilder.

it’s too much and not enough at the same time. you have nothing to say, no words to express how he was making you feel. all you could do was claw at his forearms and push back into him, chanting his name like prayer, over and over.

he hisses dirty words just by your ear, leaving open mouthed kisses along the side of your face, “gonna fuck you so dumb, you know that? imma ruin you pretty baby.”

god, you loved bulking season.

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