୨ৎ

star, always

[dearvenusxo]

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

୨୧ Kaori !!

୨୧ she-her

୨୧ 9teen + aquarius

୨୧ animes I enjoy ! : jujutsu kaisen, gachiakuta, blue lock, demon slayer, black butler, bungou stray dogs, + more !

୨୧ music artists I enjoy ! : peach tree rascals, valley, laufey, amaarae, plave, riize, twice, xg, + more !!

୨୧ with rosey kisses and sweet wishes <3

[annaoi]

Leon wanting to have more time with his baby girl. That is all.

[dearvenusxo]

MY HEARTT AWWEEEE

[my-dailydreams]

[chuuyaskennedy]

Performative male Osamu Dazai

[choupette-stairo]

Imagine helping Leon shave his stubble.

“Why do we have to do this?” he spoke, sitting on the toilet seat with you on his lap. You gently slid the razor against his foamed skin, making sure not to nick him. “It won’t kill you to shave every now and then, sweetheart. You’re a hot, old man, not a hot, old man,” you scoffed. “Besides, I don’t want it getting too long. I like the stubble,” you angled the razor again.

“Of course you do,” he grumbled. You gave him a grin and pecked his lips, sipping off the excess shaving cream. “We’re done. Look at you! All so smooth and young again,” you cupped his cheeks, pinching them teasingly. He glanced at himself in the mirror, a new, anxious glint in his eyes.

You sighed and your smile became reassuring and sympathetic, “We can’t change the past, Leon. Though, you can’t keep running from it either.” You redirected his focus to you, “I get why you don’t like it.”

He scoffed, “And why don’t I like it?”

You frowned.

“Because you still see the twenty-one year old back in Raccoon City in the mirror.”

He paused at your words. They had hit him deep within. Grazing a hatchet he claimed he had buried decades ago.

Sighing, you came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you pressed your forehead against his back. You stood there quietly, hugging and giving him comfort before speaking, “You can’t hide from yourself, Leon.”

You felt his hands shakily cradle yours, silently keeping you there, “I want to. I really fucking want to.” Your grip tightened around him as you listened. “I know I can’t,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against him. “I’m here for you. I’m always here for you, sweetheart,” you mumbled reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.”

Leon shakily stared at the ruins of RPD in front of him, hearing your words echo through his mind like a constant chime. The past was hitting him hard, and you weren’t there to physically talk him through it.

His hand shakily dug into his pocket, staring at a crinkled photo of you two together. His breathing evened out as tension turned into determination. He wasn’t going to give up now.

He was going to come back to you. Even if it meant chasing his past to hold you again.

[shikiyomizu]

workplace romance ─────── (re9) l. kennedy

summary . . . chief leon kennedy has a crush on the temporary receptionist of rpd. the receptionist in question is his wife, and he has made it everyone’s problem.

notes. 🎤 this just in… shikiyomizu writes another fic where leon kennedy is obsessed with his wife !! got this idea while i was driving to work today, also :( thank you guys we hit 400 followers the other day 🫶 y’all are the best

tags ──────── fluff, re9 leon kennedy x wife!reader. au, no zombie break out. takes place in raccoon city. leon’s doing everything but working. word count: 1.2k words

The receptionist of RPD was six months pregnant with her first child. Getting closer to her due date, she put in her time off. Once she got to eight months, she would be gone to prepare herself and stay out on maternity leave. That gave the station at most a month to find a temporary receptionist.

Chief Kennedy quickly found a solution. After you heard he told you about their receptionist during dinner, you offered to fill in the position while she was away. You didn’t work, the officers knew you since you’d come and visit Leon at the station on occasions.

The more experienced officers were more familiar with you and still remembered the day you both met.

Leon was late on his first day of work. Not a good look for an optimistic rookie. Then, he got thrown into traffic duty with Lieutenant Marvin Branagh, and had to write up a ticket to a girl they pulled over who was his type. He swore that someone didn’t want him to succeed as a police officer.

That’s right, you were the first person Leon ever gave a ticket to. But it made for a cute story, and the outcome was a marriage of 24 years.

When he proposed the idea, everyone quickly agreed. No officer would have to fill the position, they wouldn’t have to wait for an applicant, and they could trust you would get the job done correctly. Now what they didn’t imagine happening is the Chief of police suddenly not knowing how to behave.

The first few weeks, Leon checked up on you to make sure everything was going smoothly while you were being trained. You adjusted rather quickly. He’d stay by the desk, flirt with you for a couple minutes, and return to his office.

Then the following months, the visits became more frequent. He’d start dropping by multiple times throughout the day, and stayed longer than he was supposed to. He loved having you working at the station. He could see you and talk to you any time he wanted.

And although it was sweet, it threw off the function of the second floor where the officers really needed him to be. They took matters into their own hands and limited him to one daily visit.

That ended up backfiring as soon as the rule was implemented. They saw him heading downstairs, and made a note he was taking his daily visit. So, they minded their business and went back to working.

Hours passed, someone was on the phone to speak with him. The officer tried to ring him, but he wasn’t picking up. Unusual for him. She stood up from her desk and quickly rushed to his office, just to not see Leon there at all.

The man had the entire floor looking for him because the call was important. The bathroom, the library, the archive room, the weapons room. They were practically seething when they found him sitting behind the receptionist desk with you.

All he said was, “You said one visit, not that I had to come back.”

They didn’t blame you since you were actually getting your work done.

They were honestly debating whether or not they should enforce the whole no dating in the workplace rule again. But it didn’t make sense considering you two were married and so were Captains Chris and Jill Redfield of S.T.A.R.S.

So they found the only other solution.

The following work week, Leon got banned from the first floor.

He took it to the heart. He watched you from the second floor like some Victorian yearner until he got sent back to his office by one of his lieutenants.

He tried to sneak past them on several occasions. Sometimes it worked. Other times?

“Chief! Don’t you go down those stairs!”

Leon huffed. He was so close this time. He’d made it halfway down. He glared at the officer standing at the top of stairs. You were at the reception desk, going through mail the station received. He wanted to use the excuse that he was going to pick something up, but they’d just say they would bring it to him. He reluctantly turned around and went right back up.

He passed the sign holder by the stairs made for him that said, “Lunch is at 1PM. Shift ends at 6PM.”

It got bad enough that they assigned someone to keep an eye on him.

The new rookie that joined was so confused why they told him not to allow Chief Kennedy on the first floor under any circumstances besides lunchtime and when it was time to go. Plus, they didn’t even go into detail as to why the Chief was banned from the first floor. They said it so ominously, as if the world would end if he made it down there.

Technically, it was an easy task. His office door was always shut, no matter what. If it ever opened, the loud creaking would alert the rookie and he’d tell his superior the first floor was off limits.

Today, Leon opened his office door cautiously. His officers were overwhelmed at their desks, especially the rookie who was stuck babysitting him. Paperwork was due at the end of the week. Everyone was trying to get it done so they wouldn’t have to stay late on a Friday night.

Perfect. He slipped out unnoticed. He left the door at a crack. If he closed it now, it might catch their attention and he refused to lose this golden opportunity. He kept his body against the wall, heading in the direction of the stairs.

You were making copies of forms. While the printer did the task for you, you swiveled your chair to the computer again to check on an email. Just as you were doing that, there came your husband rushing down the stairs. Leon made it to the bottom step and walked across the lobby towards the reception desk.

Oh great. What was he planning now? Your hand hovered over the phone, ready to call one of the lieutenants. But you didn’t since your husband wasn’t staring directly at you, rather the staircase on your right. He dug his hand in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a slip of paper.

Leon carefully slid it across the counter, and continued walking without looking at you.

The paper was folded in half. You raised a brow. He was probably asking you to meet him in the filing room again. You grabbed the paper and opened it.

“What the…” You muttered.

Do you like me?

Two options. One box said yes, and the other box said yes. You furrowed your brows.

You looked to your right. Leon was leaning against the stair railing. He drew a heart in the air with his pointer fingers and then winked at you. Your eyes followed as he went up to the second floor.

Reminder: File a complaint.

You clicked your pen. Underneath the two boxes, you drew a third one. Right beside it you wrote, “No”, and checked it.

“Is he here?” You glanced up. The rookie was out of air after running down a flight of stairs. Poor boy was carrying the fate of the world on his shoulders and he refused to let it end. That or he thought he might get fired for not keeping Chief Kennedy in check.

“Honey, don’t worry. He’s upstairs. Besides, the only place he’s getting in trouble is at home.” You said. That helped ease his worries a bit. You folded the slip of paper again and held it out to the rookie, “Do me a favor. Can you give this to him when you see him?”

[aransmind]

zoro in streetwear

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

౨ৎ your daughter not recognising satoru after a haircut (repost)

you didn’t expect him to actually do it.

he’d been threatening to for weeks, though. “it’s too hot,” he’d whine, flopping onto the couch, long white strands falling into his mouth. or “i’m basically shedding,” while brushing out his ends with your comb. always followed by: “i’m cutting it all off, you won’t even recognize me.”

you always hum, unconvinced. “you’d never survive the heartbreak.”

turns out, you were right—just not your heartbreak.

it starts the second he walks through the front door. he’s grinning, proud of himself, sunglasses still pushed up into his now much shorter hair. you don’t even get the chance to greet him because your daughter—the sweet little toddler that she is—just stares.

like he’s an intruder.

“…hi,” he says, smile twitching a little.

her tiny brows scrunch up.

then she points. “mommy? who’s that.”

you blink. look at gojo. look back at her.

“baby,” you start gently, already smiling, “that’s daddy.”

her nose scrunches. “nuh uh.”

gojo’s voice jumps an octave “excuse me?”

your daughter doesn’t even flinch. she hugs your leg tighter and mumbles, “you’re not daddy. he’s pretty.”

gojo blinks. “…i’m pretty though.”

“no you’re weird,” she says matter-of-factly. then she looks up at you like she’s concerned. “who is this man?”

you try to hold it in, but it bubbles up in a laugh, your hand flying to cover your mouth. gojo shoots you a look—devastated, betrayed, offended.

“you’re laughing at my pain,” he accuses.

“you look like you’re about to cry.”

“because my own daughter called me ugly, sweets.”

“no, she said weird.”

“that’s worse!”

you shrug, trying to stay calm while your daughter peeks around your leg again, eyes narrowed. “maybe you should’ve waited until after bedtime to go and get an identity crisis.”

he glares. “this is discrimination against people with good bone structure.”

“you cut your hair, satoru. not your jawline.”

“she doesn’t care about my jawline,” he whines. “she liked the fluff. she used to call me cotton candy.”

“okay, well. she also tried to lick your head once.”

“it was endearing!”

you’re giggling again when he crouches down to her height, eyes soft now, voice quiet.

“hey,” he says. “i know i look different, but it’s still me. promise.”

she stares at him. considers. then lifts one small hand and gently pats the top of his head.

“…you feel like a hedgehog.”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud.

gojo groans. “i shaved off my parental rights, didn’t i.”

but she’s still standing there, little hand still petting him. her frown has softened into something closer to curiosity now.

“you talk like daddy,” she says.

“yeah?”

“and you smell like daddy.”

“that’s…. weird—”

“…maybe you are daddy.”

“thank you!”

she sighs, like she’s doing the world’s heaviest emotional labor, and then opens her chubby arms for him to pick her up. gojo does immediately, practically cradling her like she’s been lost at sea.

“daddy,” she whispers seriously, “next time, ask mama first.”

“yes ma’am,” he breathes, resting his cheek against her head like he’s just been forgiven by god himself.

you roll your eyes with a grin as he mouths ‘she loves me again!!’ over her head.

tags (1/1. open) - @whorishminds @besidesjustmyamour @throatgoatgeto @go-go-gadget-autism @thecrazyfangirlthings @grignardsreagent @strawberryshortcakkitty @naammiii @liasacountgothacked @annicishana @my-starlights @error-racoon-404 @afreakforyautja @bistrocatxx @cupidstrace @iam-souless @sindulgent666 @skzophilia @chewiebee @tojisballhair @ex1acy @palanggaaa

[mimuju-deactivated20260521]

── .✦ covering choso's face w/ lipstick .ᐟ.ᐟ

“you’re so pretty, you know that?”

the words are murmured against the corner of his mouth between soft, smacking kisses. choso is frozen beneath you, his back pressed into the plush cushions of the couch, your weight settled comfortably in his lap. his hands hover awkwardly at your hips, as if he can’t decide whether to hold on or push you away for decency’s sake.

“mmwah!” another kiss, this one planted firmly on his cheekbone, leaving a perfect, cherry-red imprint of your lips. “such a sweet boy.”

a full-body shudder runs through him. “p-please,” he stammers, his voice a low, flustered rumble. he turns his face away, but you simply follow, peppering kisses along his sharp jawline. each press of your lips leaves another little mark, a blooming garden of lipstick stains across his pale skin.

“look at you,” you coo, pulling back just enough to admire your handiwork. his face is a mess of red smudges—on his high cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, even a faint one near his eyebrow. his dark eyes are wide, pupils blown, and his usually stern mouth is slightly parted in stunned disbelief. “all marked up. my pretty boy.”

“i am not… m'not pretty,” he manages to protest, but it’s weak, crumbling under the warmth of your affection. one of his hovering hands finally settles on your waist, fingers flexing tentatively against the fabric of your shirt.

“you are,” you insist, leaning in to brush your nose against his. “you’re my sweet, pretty choso.” you seal the declaration with a softer, slower kiss directly on his lips, feeling them tremble beneath yours.

when you pull away, he lets out a shaky breath he seems to have been holding forever. a deep, crimson blush has spread from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, rivaling the color of the lipstick. he looks utterly disarmed, conquered not by force but by a relentless barrage of tenderness.

he slowly, hesitantly, brings a hand up to touch his cheek, his fingers coming away faintly stained. he stares at the pink smudge on his fingertips, then back at you, his expression one of pure, overwhelmed wonder.

then, something in him seems to soften completely, like a taut wire finally snapping into a gentle coil. a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips—a rare, unguarded thing that makes your heart squeeze. his arms, which had been hovering in uncertainty, wrap around you fully, pulling you tight against his chest in a firm, secure hug. he buries his face in the crook of your neck with a deep, shuddering sigh that sounds like relief.

you melt into him, nuzzling against his hair, placing another soft kiss on his temple. “i love you,” you murmur, because you can’t help it.

he grumbles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. “there's so much lipstick. everywhere.” but he doesn’t let go. if anything, he holds you tighter, his large hands splayed across your back. “on my face. on my collar. it won't come out.”

“good!” you tease, leaning back just enough to pepper a dozen more quick, smacking kisses all over his forehead and cheeks. mwah, mwah, mwah! each one leaves a fresh, bright mark. “i want everyone to see. i want them to know my prettyyyyy choso is taken care of.”

“you're ridiculous,” he mutters, but he’s turning his face into your kisses now, not away. his eyes are closed, long dark lashes fanning over the blush on his cheeks. he endures the affectionate assault with a put-upon sigh that’s entirely fake, betrayed by the way his fingers trace idle, soothing circles on your spine.

you finally settle, just holding him, your lips resting against the shell of his ear. he’s warm and solid, and his heartbeat is a steady, comforting rhythm under your palm.

“you are such a menace,” he says after a long moment of quiet, his voice a low rumble.

“your menace,” you correct softly.

another grumble. but then, so quietly you almost miss it: “…yes. mine.”

ac : @/arinavah

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[dearvenusxo]

oh how I live for soft choso🥹

[zuunary]

pink choso

[dearvenusxo]

it’s been awhile…

[anabundanceofjunos]

Shin soukoku my beloveds but if they were happy lil guys

[ilikegreedraw]

random dazai sketches idk

[boodhs]

losing my autistic little mind

[peuldoongie]

random plave moments (18/∞) ➥ the hyungs' signs of affection for the maknae

[therealestexisting]

Manga redraw @treewithglovez

[isonomus]

Redraw