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princessantisocial · 3 months

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マイメロディアイレンズ𓂃.˚ ₍ #🍦 ,,𓍢𝅄◞✿ ⃗ ˒

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lachatalovematcha · 5 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ午前3時に自分の部屋にいる私:*ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆‧₊˚🖇✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ˚˖𓍢ִ໋:･ﾟ⋆࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ「 ✦かわいい部屋✦ 」୧ ‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆🗝⋆｡𖦹°‧⠀ ꕤ ꭑმցιɕ * ◡̈⃝* ໒꒱ ㅤ🎀 ⠀⊹ . ♡ ۫ .･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.🎀･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.🎀‧₊˚`╭˚.🍦 ୧ . ˚꒰🎀 ꒱ ♡‧ ﹕♡ ·꒷ ୨🌷☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ ｡∴☆🍮 ｡∴☆ɞ ଘ♡ଓ🌈 ﹒ ♡₊˚﹕﹒₊˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚🌸 ˑ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂柔らかい軟らかい˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚🌸 ˑ ♡ ͟ ׂ 𓂂✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ㅤ ♡ㅤ

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lecialucille · 6 months

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gatchinko · 13 days

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itschoahyuna · 15 days

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🍮🎀𓈒 ˚ ⋆ ꒰ఎ‿୨★୧‿ ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ 𓈒🎀🍮

でんぱ☆メイドなう！

🍮🎀𓈒 ˚ ⋆ ꒰ఎ‿୨★୧‿ ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ 𓈒🎀🍮

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imiteeshon · 2 months

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horechattalove · 17 days

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🎀💗バンド .｡.:⭐️(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و⭐️ ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ 🐈★，｡･::･ﾟ♪☆｡ 🎀💗バンド .｡.:⭐️(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و⭐️ ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ 🐈★，｡･::･ﾟ♪☆｡🌸🌈⭐

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callmevenus · 5 months

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pari-143 · 3 months

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My dream closet 😔

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leonsbunny · 3 months

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Baby I'm Yours ♡

( RE2r!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || baking cookies but not getting much done because ur bf is very very sleepy || this rookie is trying his best ♡ re2r fluff for anon ♡ )

“Leon,” you chuckle, smiling as your eyes peer down at the bowl of batter he was supposed to be mixing. “You're mixing the air, not the bowl.” You point out, gesturing down to the bowl. He was still mixing the air, spoon not near the batter. Not by a long shot. Leon seemed out of it, head in the clouds all droopy eyed. Just what was he thinking about?

“Hey! Hey! Leon, I'm talking to you!” You say, waving your hand in his face. You knew working at the RPD was stressful, endless amounts of paperwork, and all that, but was it really that stressful enough to make Leon sleep while standing up? In the kitchen? Of all places?

Leon blinks, realizing your hand is in his face. “Oh shit, sorry.” He quickly apologizes, yawning softly. “The senior officers are just…too much for me.” He says, his focus on mixing the batter in the bowl in front of him. He sounded tired and looked tired, too, if it wasn't evident by the sleepy look in his eyes. “They're just peachy, aren't they? Been in the force too long?” You joke, trying to lift the mood.

“Don't worry your head, Scotty, they're just old geezers too long in office - probably rode dinosaurs or something to school.” You add as you shrug. Leon snickers, almost dropping the spoon he was holding in his hand.

“If Chief Irons heard ya you'd be dead meat, one of those stuffed animals he has in his room - it isn't the stuffed animal you're thinking of, by the way.” Your grimace at what Leon was implying, whatever it was, it didn't sound too pretty. “Oh god, do you mean..?” You trail off, looking at him with slightly wide eyes. Leon seems to brighten up, amused by your reaction. “Not the cute kind, definitely.” He chuckles, placing the mixing bowl to the side.

“The type you'd find in a museum. I don't know why he likes those things so much. He sure is peachy.” Just like you said, Leon agreed wholeheartedly. He didn't want to admit it, but he had a habit of soaking in whatever vocabulary you threw at him. Leon was regurgitating whatever you said in a sweetly, somewhat mimicking way. Like the way he quoted movies. Lucky you, even if you didn't notice it at all. Leon remembered the little things, or, at least, he tried.

“I finished mixing the batter…” He trails off, staring blankly at the bowl of dough like he was trying to see his own reflection in it. His blues gazed into the wheaty dough like he was trying to peer into a mirror. He, of course, couldn't. “What are we making again?” He asks as he peers into the bowl. He tilts his head. Maybe if he looked at it sideways, it'd make sense?

“Raspberry danishes, your favorite, remember?” You reply, taking the bowl from him. “Just sit pretty on the couch, okay bubba? You deserve a break.” You say, kissing his cheek. He looks up at you, eagerly nodding his head. Leon kind of wished he had a mirror now. He could feel his cheeks heating up as soon as your lips pulled away from his cheek. Bubba? That was new.

He glanced at the living room, then back at your face. You looked as though nothing had happened. As if you didn't just kiss him on the cheek.

Leon turns around, padding to the living room without saying a word. Besides a small mumbling ‘thank you’. He wasn't a monster, after all. He had manners.

He traces over where you kissed him, still the green behind-the-ears rookie he was back at the station. Even when it came to love. Especially when it came to loving you. You seemed to remember the little things, too.