thinking about re9! leon kennedy with an extremely gen z brain rotted partner . . .
you’re laying on the couch, dressed with the stupidest shirt you could find, and leon has just gotten out of the shower after an entire day spent running after idiots that somehow managed to govern his state when he saw you, giggling at the screen while a ringtone echoes in the apartment.
“what’s up? who’s calling you?” he asks in that stupidly hot voice of his, walking closer.
“john pork,” you say, showing him the video. leon can only sigh and shake his head, sitting down with you.
“and you’re laughing because…?” he raises an eyebrow. “it’s supposed to be funny?”
“it is funny, leon,” you say, bringing the phone closer to your face. dangerously so. your-corneas-are-going-to-catch-fire type of close. leon, poor innocent man that was just hoping to spend the night with you, laid down right next to you and the two of you rolled around until you got comfortable laying against his chest. he watches you scroll through tiktok and after ten minutes, he stops a video.
a fish with a cat’s face with written ‘fih’ on top, and the same ringtone from before. he feels your shoulders shake, and groans. “that’s- that’s a cat fish calling. it’s not funny, baby.”
“it is! you’re just old and don’t understand this!” you contest through laughter, and helpless, he wiggles his way out because just from a few videos on your fyp he felt his brain melting and needed a drink.
but just as he walked into the kitchen, you put down your phone and called out for him. “leon?”
he takes a deep breath in and slowly peeks his head out of the doorway, glancing at you. “yes, sweetheart?”
little did he know, you were actually recording him to post online later. “are you gonna give me some of that kennedih later?”
leon’s lips purse, his brows furrow. “kennedih- what’s a-” but he stops, knowing that it’s probably something stupid. without answering, he disappears back into the kitchen.
“go to sleep, y/n.”
you giggle. “but what about the kennedih?”
“i’m taking your phone away. and i’m not gonna get you a kennedih.”
i need him so bad
