Leon Kennedy - Blog Posts
First date ending sleepy ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁୧⍤⃝
(Old username)
My resident evil oc Dakota she was found in a lab by the government in 1995 at 15 and has worked for them since she has enhanced joints and brain activity due to the experiments she is super paranoid though and has no people skills but attaches easily and is loyal to these people. She is actually really wants to enjoy life but is aware that it might be difficult for her. Dislikes people who are arrogant and judgey she developed an alcohol problem in her 30s after a particularly traumatic mission
'Barbie, Eat Your Heart Out' - Tiffany Valentine....
mush's rules!
𓍊𓋼 rules about my page (under the cut)!
overall rules and boundaries
⟢ mdni! currently, this account is sfw (as i am yet to write anything), but, seeing as i am unsure whether or not i want to delve into writing anything nsfw, i feel that it'd be best to just make the page strictly 18+ lol. better safe than sorry amirite (ᵕ•_•)
⟢ i won't be monitoring the page super strictly (because, who has time for that?), but if i do happen to find that you are <18, you will be blocked.
⟢ you are responsible for the media you consume (not i), and while these rules are set in place, ultimately, i cannot control your media consumption, so read at your own risk.
⟢ under no circumstances may my work be posted, translated, or published elsewhere, and especially not used in anything to do with ai.
⟢ if you want to request something specific, but isn't stated in my will/won't section, then don't be afraid to ask! if it doesn't fall within my boundaries, i'll try and write something similar or just politely decline, however, if it does, then i'll be sure to write it! i'm always looking for asks, especially seeing as i'm new to writing here on tumblr, so please don't be shy!!
⟢ lastly, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all and please refrain from even interacting here. i want this account to be a safe space for people and so bigots will be blocked.
what i will write for (eventually)
⟢ games + characters: red dead redemption II (character(s) include; arthur morgan), the last of us (character(s) include; joel miller), resident evil (character(s) include; leon kennedy), call of duty (character(s) include; captain john price, simon "ghost" riley), baldur's gate 3 (character(s) include; astarion ancunín), silent hill 2 (character(s) include; james sunderland)
⟢ themes: smut, fluff, female!reader, angst, d/s dynamics, daddy kink, praise, degradation (nothing heavy), scent kink, breeding kink, omegaverse, pet play,
what i won't write for
⟢ themes: underage, non-con, scat/piss kink, male!reader, major character death, exhibitionism, voyeurism,
*please note that i am very new to tumblr, and to sharing my writing, so while it might not be the best, just know that i am learning as i go and via exposure therapy! ˙ᵕ˙
mush's ultimate fic rec guide!
𓍊𓋼 a masterlist of all my favourite works made by various creators here on tumblr. most of these are series', but i've categorised them by 'series' and 'oneshots' just incase. i've made sure to tag them, link the posts, and add a brief summary for each, so y'all can digest and enjoy too! i'll also be updating this regularly (*ᵕᴗᵕ)⁾⁾
𓍊𓋼 please read through all of the tags listed for each fic carefully as i am not going to be listing them here! you control the media you consume.
𓍊𓋼 updated: 26/04/25 🔔
𓍊𓋼 key: ✩ = ongoing / ✮ = completed
Red Dead Redemption II
⟢ coming soon!!
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Baldur's Gate 3
⟢ coming soon!!
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The Last of Us
series
⟢ 'daddy next door' by @cavillscurls (dom! joel miller x sub! fem! reader) ✩
summary: "its summer in texas, and when the dashing joel miller moves in next door, your less than favorable life gets completely turned around."
⟢ 'of rage and ruin' by @corazondebeskar-reads (werewolf! joel miller x omega! fem! reader) ✩
summary: "joel miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. he turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though."
⟢ 'Waiting Game' by @gutsby (dbf! joel miller x fem! reader) ✩
summary: "joel miller has mastered the art of self-control in all areas except one: not fucking his friend’s daughter. a cross-country road trip home from college takes a hard turn when he’s forced to share a motel room with you."
Resident Evil
⟢ coming soon!!
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Call of Duty
series
⟢ 'Cherry Red, Crimson Blood' by @soaps-mohawk (tf141 x omega! fem! reader) ✩
summary: "task force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what price has been saying since its formation. two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it. it works for a while, until the omega initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so price thinks."
⟢ '𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚐 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢' by @void-my-warranty (simon riley x fem! reader x johnny mactavish) ✩
summary: you and simon have been together for years, but, unable to give you what you truly want in the bedroom, what you need, he decides to bring in the only other man he trusts to do the job -- johhny. as feelings grow and troubles arise, will this arrangement come to a crumbling head, or will there be an alternative solution?
⟢ 'AS NEEDED' by @novemberheart (tf141 x omega! fem! reader) ✩
summary: after having previously been rejected by task force 141, their decision to finally accept an omega into their pack comes with many troubles and uncertainty, and your new place here might not be as permanent as you think.
⟢ 'Jaws' by @alkalineapparition (simon riley x hybrid! fem! reader) (this one is on ao3) ✩
summary: "alone and half feral in a dirty cell, ghost finds you during a raid beneath a military research lab. it quickly becomes clear that something isn't right with you, your behaviour more beast than human. a result of horrific human experiments, you're a failed attempt at making genetically modified soldiers with killer instincts and keen senses. instead they produced you - a mutt. ghost is assigned to be your handler, to help you heal and shape you in to the 141's very own attack dog. but the bond between a handler and their beast eventually turns into something more..."
⟢ 'In Limbo' by @ilium-ilia (mafia! simon riley x fem! reader) ✩
summary: "joining the mafia is no different than selling a soul to the devil, and it's something simon riley is all too willing to do if it means keeping his family safe. it isn't until he meets you–the girl who runs from everything–that he realises there are much worse things to be caught up in."
⟢ 'Daughters with Soft Underbellies' by @ilium-ilia (outlaw! john price x fem! reader) ✩
summary: "all your life you have known nothing but the word of god and your father's short temper. every day, you are forced to turn the other cheek for minor mistakes you make within your father's gaze. yet, as a devout follower to god and your father, you have no one else to turn to. when the owner of the saloon tells you about some strangers lurking around town, you decide to take your chances with these wayward men in the hopes that they'll save you. but they are dangerous, conniving bandits; a fact you learn a little too late. you should have known that sheep who stray too far from the flock are at the mercy of the wolves. better sharpen those teeth of yours, little lamb."
⟢ 'anatomy of us' by @bi-writes (alpha! simon riley x omega! fem! reader) ✩
summary: "in an attempt to tame an unruly alpha, you are given. he did not come with warning labels. but neither did you."
⟢ 'Breaking Bread' by @softaestluv (simon riley x fem! reader) ✮
summary: "simon riley who is quite the anomaly of a man, or human, rather. your lieutenant who has only spoken a handful of words to you. simon riley who happens to be sat at the only open table in the mess hall."
⟢ 'Grease & Grime Won’t Break Your Bones' by @softaestluv (mechanic! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮
summary: "you never thought you were attracted to grease and grime, sweat and exhaustion, definitely needed a shower and scrub, but no one has worn it like he is."
⟢ (1) 'RETURN TO SENDER' (original) / (2) 'IN CONTEMPT' (sequel) by @sai-int (criminal! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮
summary: (1) "it was a joke. A letter to a criminal—uk's most wanted. you told him he was hot. told him you were a virgin. left your address, because it’s not like he’d ever get out, right?" | (2) "you tried to move on, but no one quite measures up; not to the way he touched you, not to the way he ruined you. but when he reappears, you can feel him even before you see him. the past has a way of punishing disobedience, and now, it’s here to settle the score."
⟢ 'RASPBERRY GIRL' by @peachesofteal (dom! simon riley x sub! fem! reader) ✩
summary: captain! simon riley takes an interest in the sweet and docile little bakery-worker and vows to make her wholly his.
⟢ '𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤' by @cinnamonghostcrunch (simon riley x fem! reader) ✩
summary: "where in you move to manchester to start fresh, only to cross paths with a mysterious local who changes everything. what started as an unexpected encounter soon evolves into something much more, growing increasingly complicated as his secrets and your doubts cast shadows over everything."
⟢ 'INK & NEEDLE' by @gloomwitchwrites (tattoo artist! simon riley x fem! reader) ✮
summary: "a night out in london to celebrate your friend’s upcoming marriage ends with a quick hook-up in a club’s green room. you don’t expect to see your masked man ever again, and you leave it as a one-time thing. three years later, you’re back in england, and find yourself facing the man you walked away from at that club. he's running a tattoo parlor just down the street from where you’re staying. over time, your paths cross and cross again until the two of you are tangled up in a messy web. will it last? or will one of you walk away?"
⟢ 'Martyr in the Making' by @eilidh-eternal (tattoo artist! simon riley x fem! reader) ✩
summary: he's an observer. notices the way you use getting tattoos as a thinly-veiled coping mechanism. he has a better way for you to cope though, things he can teach you that don’t involve needles, but would still leave his mark on your skin.
*major credit to all the creators mentioned, and to the ones i'm yet to discover! you guys are so talented and i love you ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و♡
doing my part in the baby girlification of leon s kennedy
My first ever repost. This was too damn good. It had me giggling and kicking my feet like a weirdo🥰. Every few seconds I’d have to pause for few minutes to fangirl over how cute this was☺️💗
be my angel — leon kennedy
wc: 2.3k
pairings: re4r! leon kennedy x fem! reader
synopsis: leon hated coming home late. hell, he hated going on those morbid missions in the first place. he can’t help but feel like a sweet girl like you deserves better than some guy who goes away on missions for long periods of time without even telling you much about them. thankfully, you’re there to tell him just how much this stupid blondie means to you.
warnings: none. slight sexual content but nothing more than making out really.
author's note: inspired by the mazzy star song! the lack of leon kennedy fluff is concerning. also first time posting on tumblr yay.
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55001149
if it weren't for you, leon probably would've lost his mind a long time ago. you were so sweet, so gentle, so understanding—he sometimes questioned if he even deserved someone as unscathed as yourself. it was comforting dating a regular civilian, someone who wasn't exposed to the daily nightmares he faced in his line of work. being so blissfully ignorant to the horrors of the world was a luxury he no longer afforded, never did.
leon hated the sad look that'd cross your perfect features as he left for one of his gruesome missions, that last goodbye kiss that had him tightly gripping the steering wheel as he pulled out of the driveway, the asphalt crackling beneath the tires. the fact that he couldn't tell you much about said missions, given their classified nature, only made him more upset—it felt like wordlessly forsaking you for one-to-two weeks at a time.
oh, but the sweet expression you'd have on your face as you twisted the metal doorknob, the way it lightened up at the mere sight of him. it had leon's chest tightening and breath hitching, wanting nothing more than to pull you into a long, hard kiss. you had him acting a fool, needless to say.
tonight was a little different, though. the digital clock on the dashboard read 12:47 am, causing leon to scoff lightly under his breath. he disliked coming home late, knowing most likely that you were probably up, huddled on the couch with thick blankets wrapped around you, wishing it was his arms keeping you warm instead.
leon's gaze then drifted back up towards the heavy rain thrashing vehemently against the ground, the deafening silence disrupted by the droplets pattering against the window and the swiping of the windshield wipers doing their job, giving him a clear view of the road ahead. he was still a good twenty minutes away from home, and that fact alone makes him press his foot against the gas a little harder, damning any traffic laws at the moment.
though, crashing the car in an attempt to see you sooner was a bit counterintuitive—and he'd be seeing god, if anyone.
once leon finally pulled up to the quaint little townhouse the two of you owned together, he parked the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and shoving them into the pocket of his black cargo pants. with a soft sigh, he quietly shut the car door, and walked up the steps to the front door. the rain had calmed down a bit, simply drizzling now.
knock, knock, knock . his fisted hand gently rapped against the door a few times, but to leon's dismay, he still hadn't heard your footsteps leading up to him. it then hit him that it was one in the morning, and it was more than likely that you'd fallen asleep—possibly from staying up for him. a frown creased onto his lips, upset with himself for coming back so late. even if it wasn't his fault, he still felt guilty. despite how much you reassured him, leon always thought you could a whole lot better than him.
reluctantly, leon pulled his set of house keys out of his pocket, and slid the metal through the lock, opening the door with a click . inside was dark, quiet…yet peaceful. as he padded across the area, the floorboards lightly creaking beneath his feet, he took notice of how clean it was; someone had used their time wisely, he thought with a smile. well, either that, or you had just gotten so bored out of your mind waiting for him. he was well aware of how antsy you'd get on the days you knew he was coming back.
leon was also now aware of how disappointed you probably were now, seeing as he came back far later than anticipated.
that's when his eyes land upon you, snoring away softly on the sofa, and—just like he imagined—curled up beneath a warm, knitted blanket. the open tv cast a soft glow across the tidy living room, alongside a few warm-scented candles you had lit. that, alongside the rhythmic thrumming of the rain against the windowpane, made for a very cozy atmosphere. leon took careful steps towards the couch, kneeling down in front of you.
"i'm sorry, angel," leon mumbled, his voice soft as to not wake you up. he brushed a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, the contrasting feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin roused you a bit, causing you to stir in place. leon chuckled at your tired grumbles, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead.
the kiss is what fully wakes you up, instantly jolting upwards, sitting yourself upright. the blanket rustles around you as your sleepy eyes widen, registering the fact that your boyfriend—that you hadn't seen in two weeks—was right in front of you, giving you the softest smile. "leon?" you muttered, still in disbelief.
"go back to sleep baby, we can talk in the morning," he said, peppering gentle kisses across your face. your skin burns beneath his lips, any feelings of exhaustion slowly slipping away. if leon really wanted you to go back to sleep, he damn well knew better than to act all sappy like this.
"no, no, no," you quickly—and incoherently—mumbled, blinking a few times to adjust your eyesight, "it's okay, i'm not sleepy. i was waiting on you anyway," that's when you started to excitedly ramble, "i just…forget about me, what kept you so long?" you raised a curious eyebrow. "something bad happened?"
"nah," leon shook his head, still smiling—god, it felt so good seeing you after so long. "writing up that report took a little longer than anticipated. i'm really sorry, pretty." his smile then shifted into a frown, a soft sigh escaping from the depth of his lungs. "so sorry," he whispered as he kissed your lips for a quick second.
the look of pure anguish contorted on his sharp features sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. despite how tired you were, seeing leon look so upset over the fact that he couldn't see you sooner made your mind dizzy with love.
"that's okay. it happens. i understand." you replied honestly. you were aware of leon's job before getting wrapped up in a relationship with him. and you also knew just how much this man loved you, even if he couldn't see how amazing he was. flaws were human, you'd tell him. people tended to forget that—leon might be a zombie-killing machine, but deep down, he was only a man. one with feelings and emotions.
dating leon made you feel like such a special girl. he was a closed-off, reserved man. just one quick look at him and you could tell that he most definitely could kill a man with his bare hands alone—if he wanted to, that is. he was cold, intimidating, and brutal on the field. but you didn't see that side of him.
no, you saw a total sweetheart. in your presence, leon was a complete softie. it was actually quite adorable seeing him sleepily pouring himself a cup of coffee at the crack of dawn, dressed only in loose pajama pants, his chiseled abs put on display just for you . his blonde hair framed his face so perfectly, the soft strands falling in front of his face. despite being a total fucking unit, having biceps nearly bigger than your face, he was so gentle with you, treating you as if you were a porcelain doll.
at least, he tried to be, but sometimes he got a little… carried away .
you were the person who got to see him leaning over the bathroom sink, holding a razor to the lower half of his face, shaving away the light stubble that had formed after neglecting the duty for a few days simply because he got too lazy. you saw him narrowing his eyes at the god awful instruction booklet that came with ikea furniture as he attempted assembling a new bookcase. you loved the way he would sometimes squint while looking at something afar, then claiming he "didn't need glasses" when you pointed it out.
it was so raw, so real.
leon just sighed, shaking his head in disbelief, "you do realize you are too sweet for your own good sometimes, right? you should be upset i was late, i promised i'd be home for dinner." he chuckled dryly, climbing onto the sofa and taking a seat right next to you, sitting above the comforter.
"i dunno what i'd do without you," his gaze was trained on you, admiring how pretty you were in this state—with messy hair, half-lidded eyes, and puffy cheeks. "i love you so much." would it be too awkward to mention that he'd marry you in a heartbeat at this time of night? probably.
you can only laugh in response, trying to downplay how much his words were affecting you. "you're so corny. i love you too, lee." yeah, if he was so corny, then why was your heart beating of your chest?
leon was being dead serious, even if his execution made it seem like he was just playing around. you were his light in the darkness, his sole comfort amidst his disastrous life.
he slid his brown leather jacket off, letting it fall to the ground. your eyes fall to his arms and how yummy they look in his compression shirt. would it be weird to say you just wanted to take a bite out of them sometimes? lovingly, of course. "i missed you," leon mumbled, his own voice taking on a sleepy lilt.
"me too." you shook your way out from beneath the thick blanket, scooting closer to your precious boyfriend. you cradle his cheeks with your hands, smiling as you stared into his icy blues. his eyes really were to die for, you could just get lost in them sometimes. he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. you go in for a kiss, soft lips meshing with his chapped ones.
the action elicits a soft, content sigh from leon, his big hands running up and down your back above your thin tank top as the two of you stayed like that for a few moments, lips moving against one another languidly. your chest presses up against his, sending a pleasant rush through leon's veins. when you two pull away for air, a bit breathless and frazzled, you can only marvel at the sight of him before you.
his lips were parted, taking slow and deliberate breaths, his pale cheeks now a little rosy, and his tired eyes now glazed with lust, drunk on your lips alone. you chuckle softly, your hands still cradling his cheeks as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip. he kisses the tip of it, allowing you to slid it between his lips for a split second. it's so awfully intimate, causing waves of satisfaction to wash over leon.
that's when you plunge right back in, this time your tongue slipping past his lips, interlocking with his. he moans so softly, his hands roughly gripping your hips, drawing out a sigh of your own. leon mutters hoarsely, "you're too good for me, sweetheart. way too good. what did i do to deserve you?" he's still so in disbelief that a precious thing like yourself is all his .
this causes you to part again, a slight look of confusion crossing your features. "are you serious, leon? what didn't you do?" you shake your head, sighing. "you're way too hard on yourself, baby. i swear, i've never had a man that's as perfect as you before, regardless of what you might think. you deserve this. you deserve everything after what you've been through."
you loop your arms around him tightly, hugging him as your bury your face in his chest. your thumb traces little circles on his back, as you whisper, "don't ever think you aren't enough." that was a little something you'd picked up on in the three years you'd been dating leon. he was very unsure of himself. he didn't deem himself worthy of love, no less the amount you poured out for him.
"i love you, in all your blonde glory," you chuckled, not wanting to sound too deep, even if your words carried an incredibly heavy weight.
leon couldn't help but feel a swell of emotions all at once, instinctively holding you even tighter, pulling you close and never wanting to let go of you. not even for a single second. "you're so corny," he mocked, letting out a light laugh as he pressed a kiss on top of your head. god, you fit him just like a puzzle piece.
"it's all your fault, asshole. you started it." you grin, lifting your head up from his chest, and leaning into kiss his perfect lips again.
"hmm," leon mumbled, a low chuckle erupting from his throat, "guess that's too bad, then."
finally, after kissing him for a good several minutes, taking labored breaths through your nose, you pulled apart, a thin trail of your mixed saliva following suit, now dripping down your chin. you chuckled, wiping it away with the back of your hand. your hips shift a bit suggestively as you climb off of his lap, causing leon to inhale sharply.
"you need a shower. i'm going to bed." is what you say with a snicker as you turn on your heel, padding across the wooden floors to your shared bedroom. leon just scoffs, and shakes his head, watching as you stumble away from him.
"that's not fair." he grumbled to himself, his hands falling to his thighs.
he did tell you to go back to sleep earlier, though. damn it.
og re2 leon save me...... save me og re2 leon.........
[repose] A story about Leon falling asleep in Buddy's bed.
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I love this rare pair! Please let me participate. @rerarepairmonth Week 1 - Fairytales, Domesticity/Slice of Life, On Holiday - May 1st to May 6th
I usually speak Japanese. I translated it using Google Translate. It's a bit strange in places, but please look at it with one eye gently. I'll fix it if I can after looking at the folds. Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation
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When he went to Buddy's house...
When he entered with the spare key, Buddy was not there and the room was empty. Leon relaxed and took off his leather jacket,
(Is he still at school...)
Well, I see.
It was exactly 2pm. He hadn't called or emailed him to say he was coming today.
The room was quiet, somewhat cluttered, and lonely.
This time's mission. Leon was not splashed with blood, so quarantine was simple. He got naked with the Army Special Forces in charge of the joint operation and only had to take a disinfectant shower over his head in a long area separated by blue tarps.
When he checked his own smell, he could still smell the strong chemicals on his skin.
Even though he had taken three showers using body soap, the chemical smell had permeated his skin and could not be removed. The smell had invaded his brain.
(Speaking of smells...)
When he smelled the smell of this house, he somehow felt calm.
They say that maggots swarm among widowers, but perhaps because Buddy is in a wheelchair, his room is always tidy, and the room smells of Buddy's lightly scented massage cream. Sometimes there is also the smell of laundry detergent.
As soon as Leon sees Buddy's bed, his feet are drawn to it almost unconsciously.
Let's rest for a bit. Just lie down and rest for a moment.
When he lies down on Buddy's bed and presses his face against the pillow, Buddy's strong smell naturally fills his nostrils and face. Buddy
is precious because he changes the sheets and covers as soon as Leon comes.
The smell of the person you love always stirs your brain and heart.
But Buddy's smell is different... how should I express it? He always spends his holidays surrounded by his smell, so Buddy's smell automatically switches him on vacation...
Leon only remembers the moment Buddy's smell filled his brain.
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The next time Leon wakes up, it is night. He
sat up and looked around the room.
Buddy was already in his pajamas, had laid the sheets on the sofa, and was about to go to sleep.
When Leon saw Buddy, his eyes met and he asked,
"Are you awake?"
"If you're back, wake me up..."
"I've prepared dinner and put it in the fridge, so you can heat it up in the microwave and eat it."
"Buddy, are you going to sleep?"
Leon was about to get up from the bed when he noticed his situation. His shoes had been taken off, and his belt and collar were loosened.
He didn't remember, but maybe he had unconsciously taken them off by himself out of habit. No way...
"Hey Buddy, did you let me take off my shoes?"
"Yeah... Was it nice? You answered normally."
"...How?"
He had no memory
of it. "When I touched your feet, you suddenly raised your head, so I told you,
'If you want to sleep here, I'll let you take off your shoes,'
and you put your head back on the pillow and said, 'Thank you,' or something. It was only for a moment, but your eyes were open."
It seemed he had responded unconsciously. I had no choice but to believe Buddy's words, which he imitated with a strong Midwestern accent.
(Thank goodness...)
I didn't have to point a gun at Buddy.
I sometimes hear about cases where people point weapons at their families the moment they wake up on their first day back from the front line.
Buddy said,
"If you don't remember, I'll say it again, but if you go to bed, please take off your bulletproof vest and shoes that don't look like a bulletproof vest.
" "...If you took them off, you could have played a prank on me while you were there."
"----"
Leon tried to hide his embarrassment by making a joke, and a nervous look of disgust appeared on Buddy's face.
(Oh no...)
Buddy is an elementary school teacher.
The joke of "pranks" that warriors, agents, and strong men and women would laugh at, but Buddy has a completely different idea.
I seem to be more tired than I thought.
"Ah, no, I just wanted to tell you that I wanted you to wake me up. Tickling me, pinching my nose, playing with me..."
"Hmm,"
Buddy replied coldly,
"Well, that's fine. If you think I'm the kind of man who gropes sleeping people's bodies, I would never have let you step over my threshold again."
"No way, that can't be true?"
Leon had intended to play a sexual prank on me, and Buddy knew about it, but it seemed like he was willing to forgive me. I'm glad he
was hanging on by a thread.
But...
I can't believe it. The agent was asleep while the teacher took off his shoes and loosened his belt and collar.
In fact, Leon woke up for a moment during that, and he has a vague memory of it. But it's just a dream memory.
"Leo, your shoes are covered in mud, so you have to take them off when you get into bed, right?"
- Saying this, the gentle, slender, white hand loosened my shoelaces. It was the
hand of a woman who knew nothing of fighting, and it didn't exist in the world that Leon knew now.
Under normal circumstances, "Professor Kozachenko" would have remained with his supple, soft hands, and would have lived a life surrounded by his wife, children and students, without ever being involved in revolution or massacres.
I wanted this gentle man to be happy. But if this world were just like that, we would never have met.
What if I dreamed about her, even though I no longer remember her?
"Did I say anything else, Professor?"
"He was mumbling."
"What could you understand?"
"Well, I was a bit... you had a strong Midwestern accent..."
You're fluent enough in American English to know that it was a Midwestern accent (although more than half of it was Leon's fault), but you're going to say "I don't understand a word"?
I heard something that I can understand, something that I'd be better off hiding.
Did I just say... "Yes, Mom"?
I want to shoot myself in the head right now.
If it was an American man or woman, they would either tease him a lot or tell him in his sleep in a silly way. They'd add something like "It was cute."
Because Buddy is an old-fashioned type who is obsessed with his reputation as a man. Leon, who is often progressive, often treats him as if he were the same as himself, and he pretends not to see or ignores any actions or behavior that he considers shameful as a man, without pointing them out. By
the way. This attitude of Buddy is also found in America, and men and women who work in jobs related to machismo often treat him like this at work.
However, it's rare in private.
I'm glad Buddy is an old-fashioned type. Even though he's always complaining about Buddy's old-fashionedness
... In reality, Leon is a man who seems advanced, but is poisoned by classical machismo.
The rural town where he grew up in his youth was hardly advanced. In the 80s, men had to be manly and women had to be feminine, or they were rumored to be gay or dykes and suspected of having mental disorders. As the saying goes, a child's character lasts a century...
Leon S. Kennedy always wants to be on the side of the protector. He wants to act cool, be seen as tough and cool, and not show his weaknesses. Especially in front of the person he likes.
He'd rather die than be seen as a mama's boy.
He has to prove his manliness.
Leon gets up, takes off his bulletproof vest, and sits on the sofa where Buddy is.
"Buddy"
"Hey, you're tired enough to fall asleep, aren't you? Why don't you go to bed quietly tonight?
" "As soon as I saw you, I was full of energy.
" "I'm tired.
" "I see..."
Leon was disappointed for a moment, then said,
"But let's sleep together in bed."
"...Okay."
Buddy tried to get up and move to his wheelchair, but Leon stopped him and picked him up. He
gently lowered Buddy's body onto the bed, not forgetting to bring the wheelchair next to him. When he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to move, he didn't want to wake Leon up or let him fall out of bed.
When Leon slid in next to Buddy, Buddy's sullen expression flashed a smile for a moment,
"I'll put you to bed."
"You're wide awake now."
"I'll read to you."
Buddy leaned back on the pillow and reached for the bedside table.
"Oh."
He's more like a mother now.
I don't want Buddy to be a mother. I want our relationship to be more immoral.
If you're awake, there's something I want you to do, not read me a book.
Leon had been grinning the whole time, but when he saw the cover of the thick book in Buddy's hand, his smile faded.
(There's no need to choose such a book...)
If the famous, world-famous "Brothers Karamazov" comes, even I can't win. I will definitely lose.
Fin.
I'm making a Leon bot and apparently, MOTHERFUCKER KEEPS TELLING ME I'M NOT DELULU.
Istg, this man just likes to bully me.
Guys i finally got the Leon keychain i was trying so hard to get him!
Here's some stuff I watercolored in My art class last year. It wasn't water color so Claire peeled lmao
Painting pigon minis, stay posted, my dear (2) mutuals. ♡
Guys if you couldn’t tell @rpd-rookie-brielle is projecting on Leon and I’m projecting on James.
Projecting period cramps onto Leon and James
Re6 Leon because the game is my favourite atm
Drew Leon and his face reminded me of a tamagotchi. @rpd-rookie-brielle drew the face while I did everything else. Played 2V8 today and had a lot of Weskers and Nemesis. It was fun but I was today years old when I found out Wesker could jump over pallets. I was scared to say the least.
Gift for @3lliefant of her oc, Brielle Sanchez and Leon Kennedy! Hope you like it!!
working on an re oc (sona?) I like being a bit self indulgent sometimes ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
also… I have a strawpage for anyone interested!!
https://aymiee.straw.page (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
schools got me buuuuusy (╥‸╥)
I just tweaked out like crazy OH MY GOSH GAHHHHH
Leon and Carlos 🙈
ac: umbrella_rpd
AHHHHHHH
Tell me you guys see it too
He's so babygirl
Literally me
[day 11]
suffer leon suffer
“The training, the punishing missions nearly killed me”
Rookie Leon…. rookie Leon everywhere……