thinking about re9! leon kennedy with an extremely gen z brain rotted partner . . . again!
you’ve seen many videos of men on tiktok doing pushups and whimpering and apologizing like wet dogs, and the first thing that came to mind was that you had to do that with leon.
he sees you walking up to him, flash on, camera straight in his face. he was just enjoying his morning coffee, only wearing his sweatpants, and sighs. “yes, sweetheart? what’s up?”
“i need you to do a thing for me,” you giggle, pointing at the ground. he raises a brow, clearly confused.
“baby, that gesture could mean lots of things. do you want me to propose, eat you out or what?” he’s so blunt. he’s so sexy when he’s sarcastic too.
“no, none of that,” you say. “you’re gonna do pushups!”
now that was weird. “pushups? oh wait, you said i’m gonna do it, so i can’t even say no?”
“that’s right,” you smile. “do pushups until failure, and apologize every time you mess up.”
he sighs, kneels on the ground like the good boy he is following your instructions, and then starts doing pushups. one, two, three… you try to count them, you really do. but maybe you had forgotten that he’s been trained to resist for long, and his training definitely made him do worse stuff, so of course he’s not whimpering or anything, let alone messing up.
at one hundred, you sigh, pout and lower your phone. he stops and looks up at you confused. “did i do something wrong? i was doing pushups.”
“yeah but… you didn’t whimper,” you mumble. his eyes almost come out of his skull as he stands up.
“… so you just wanted me to whimper.”
you nod slowly. “yeah…” then sigh, “no whimpers for me then…”
he swears that he’s so done with you and your stupid requests and ideas that come from that social that he refuses to download, loyal to only having maps, messenger and maybe facebook (which he opens like, once in a year). but god, that stupid look on your face makes his heart melt and he can’t stand seeing you sad.
so when he thinks you’ve turned your camera off, he comes in closer and pecks your forehead. “you’re so dumb,” he whispers affectionately. “don’t worry, i’ll give you something better tonight.”
you watch him with starry eyes as he walks to the bathroom to get ready for work. “are you finally giving me the kennedih?”
you hear him groan, then sigh, then a small silence that probably means he’s rubbing his face like a disappointed father or he’s rethinking his life choices of when he first met you. maybe he’s doing both. yeah, definitely both. “sure, whatever. i’ll get you a kennedih… whatever that is…”
“yay!” you jump and giggle as you finally turn off your camera, since you’ve actually kept recording till this moment. then you follow him, and knock on the bathroom door. “leon?”
“can i have the kennetits too?”
“you’re on thin ice, y/n.”
“okay, okay, sorry!” and off you go, scrambling away, finally happy you’ll have your kennedih <3.
at least we can have the kennedih ;(
