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HE'S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I LOVE YOU VIVI
rambling under cut:3
OH. MY. GOD. THIS WAS SO PERFECT I'M SOBBING. I've only flown once and it was to California but if this happened to me irl I would breakdown sobbing. UGH VIVI YOU ARE SO GOOD AT WRITING.
Leon talking about reader is so perfect I'm losing my shit rn
"Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee." YOU FUCKING GENIUS THAT WAS SUCH AMAZING SYNTAX (is that the word? I have no idea..) I'M JUST LIKE ?? UGH VIVI I HAVE SUCH A BIG CRUSH ON YOU THAT WAS SO SMART I'M LIKE EIENEJIE
"And holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him" THATS SO SILLY šš VIVI I LOVE YOUR BRAIN SO MUCH
This was amazing 10/10 would read again
Left to his own devices during an international flight, Leon reflects on the most recent failure in his life: screwing over his airport crush. Said crush might also happen to be seated a couple rows ahead.
f / m, fluff, romance, you know the drill, bitches. leon is stupid and clumsy and crushing on you like crazy!! roman holiday mentioned bc i love gregory peck
word count: 957 // read on ao3
a/n: for my beautiful beautiful mutuals @idyllcy + @kennedysbaby <3 make sure to buckle up when you fly!! and don't take your shoes off on planes that's gross dudes
On long international flights, youāve got three options to pass the time:
stuff your face.
watch outdated blockbusters.
sleep like the dead.
Leon, however, picks option D) relive the most embarrassing moments of his life while trying not to throw himself out of the nearest emergency exit. Heās such an efficient decision maker that heās whittled his selection down to the most recent of these moments ā exactly three hours ago.
Three hours ago at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, Leon was the biggest jackass to the prettiest girl heās ever seen.Ā
Sheād been sitting pretty, smiling down at her phone like some sort of angel sent from the sky in the early morning rays, and Leon was half-awake, running late as always. Eyes shutting by themselves. Shitty airport coffee bombarding his taste buds. Five oāclock in the morning is the worst time to have Hunnigan yelling in his earpiece.Ā
If Leon had decided to sit anywhere other than the closest spot, right behind that pretty girl, his brain wouldnāt have been torturing him for the past three hours. He groans at the memory, waving a hand dismissively at the flight attendant offering him an extra blanket.Ā
Leon doesnāt deserve warm blankets right now. The Antarctic should freeze him over and karma should shut down his in-flight entertainment screen. He cranes his neck to find the back of the girlās head for the the millionth time, and there she is, sandwiched between two burly strangers, beautiful head left pillowless because Leon stole that too along with her window seat.Ā
How?Ā
In Leonās half-asleep daze, heād taken a nice big stretch, reaching his arms skyward to smooth out last missionās leftover muscle pulls. And in that same daze, heād conveniently forgotten about the lukewarm cup of coffee he was still holding.Ā
Newton is to apple as Kennedy is to coffee; heād spilled every last drop down the back of the girlās neck. Saturated her travel pillow right through. Her yelp had woken him up faster than any coffee in his life, and heād whipped his head around to meet a pair of stunning eyes, wide open in shock that was entirely his fault.
And he didnāt even apologize!Ā
No, what Leon did was stare at her like a blithering idiot.Ā
Her boarding pass had happened to be tucked in her back pocket and coffee had spilled all over that too. It was made of some sort of eco-friendly paper, the kind that promises to disintegrate within seconds of contact with water to not choke the turtles or whatever, and thatās exactly what it did. Going, going, gone in front of his eyes. And to top it all off, Leonās boarding group got called at that exact minute, and heād left the poor girl to sort out her seat without so much as offering to help.
āSir?ā the flight attendant repeats.
Leon blinks, busy swimming in guilty reverie. āI said donāt need a blanket.āĀ
āNo sir, Iām actually coming here with a seat change request,ā she says, louder this time. āWould you mind someone taking the empty spot next to you?ā
Well, itās not like he needs the aisle seat for his feet or something.Ā
āYeah, sure thing.ā
And he closes his eyes to return to his pity party, hears shuffling in the dimly-lit cabin as the seat next to him dips, and you know what? It is kind of cold. He could use that extra blanket. Leon cracks open an eye andĀ holy fucking shit the pretty girl is sitting right next to him.
āItās you,ā he stammers, sitting ramrod straight. āI amĀ soĀ incredibly sorry about earlier. I didnāt mean to run off like that at all.ā
She faces him. Recognizes him. āO-Oh, itās okay, donāt worry about it. I still made the flight, right?āĀ
He shakes his head. āYou got stuck in late boarding. You got a bad seat because of me and- god, your pillow. Iāll buy you another one the moment we land, okay?āĀ
But the pretty girl,Ā you, you just laugh. āReally, itās alright. It was a ratty old thing.ā
āThen let me buy you a coffee,ā Leon insists, searching for some kind of way to make up for his blunder, āitāll be morning when we land and you couldnāt have gotten any sleep stuck between those guys in your old seat.āĀ
Way to go. Heās just confessed to staring at you the whole flight like some kind of stalker.Ā
āIām more of a tea person, but you know what? Iāll take the offer.āĀ
Tea. He likes tea. Leon breathes a sigh of relief as you settle in, buckling your belt and digging around for the in-flight entertainment remote. He hands it to you from under your seat, brushing his shoulder against your knee and suddenly feeling a lot less cold as heat floods his face.
You smile when he surfaces. āFound anything good to watch?ā
āMm, not much. Hope you likeĀ Roman Holiday,ā Leon adds softly, āitās the only movie with subtitles.ā
āCanāt say I donāt. Itās one of my favorites.āĀ
Heās going woozy. Is it the cabin pressure? Audrey Hepburn flashes across the screen in black and white, but heās finding her beauty a lot less blinding than yours. Youāre tilting your head at him, shit, is he staring again?
āThank you, uh, gosh,ā you chuckle, āI never caught your name.ā
Phew.
āLeon,ā he supplies with a grin. āAnd you are?ā
Youāre a liar, is what you are. A beautiful liar because heās right ā you havenāt gotten a wink of sleep since he ruined your pillow. Your head drops onto his shoulder not ten minutes intoĀ Roman Holiday, and Leon could swear Audrey winks at him before she drifts off to sleep too.
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hi bunny :D just wanted to say that i hope youāre doing well! ā” and i wish you a wonderful day ahead šøšøšø
taesan for u <3
hi viviiiii :(( you're so cute, thank you for sending these asks and checking in, it means so so much <3 im doing okay and im hope you're doing well also!! AND THE TAESAN PIC AHHHDBNDN my cutie š
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