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One day, I am gonna grow wings

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finally finished this wip!!

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animated the "It's okay not to smile" scene from chapter 4

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Canon ahh behavior

his favorite cup

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You say, “I can make you feel good”

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Red Hood in Position

Based on this post

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Heating pad or hot Leon?

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YOU ALREADY KNOOWWWW WHO IT ISSSS

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you keep his shirt, he keeps his word—j todd x reader

an: written for this request! ily @tsukkilody ! also turned this into a series with the other batboys, that’ll be linked below✨

cw/tags: gn! reader, reader drinks monster energy drinks, height difference (jaybird is taller), reader works at a shitty gas station, pet names (jay/jaybird, doll, baby, angel), established relationship, reader’s manager is mean, pda, jason threatens to k word reader’s manager, ya know as a little treat

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you stretch, hemming and hawing about your shift at the gas station, working overnights were miserable. it was a coincidence that you started doing it when you started dating jason, whose nightly activities gave him the same sleep schedule as you.

jay’s big hand pressing you forward, literally holding you up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “what time d’you get off, doll?”

“2 am.” you say, standing and leaving your shared bedroom and padding into the tiny bathroom. you start to brush your teeth, unsurprised when your velcro boyfriend follows you.

“i’ll stop by.” jay promises, hands on your hips, lips pressed to your shoulder. his hands push up your (his) shirt that you wore to sleep in, feeling the skin on you sides.

you sigh, knowing the chances of that were slim. jay being a hero means some promises are forever unkept. you were okay with that, truly.

“i’ll try.” jay amends, knowing your train of thoughts. you shoo him away to start breakfast so you can wash your face in peace.

once your skincare is done, the two of you eat breakfast together. monster in hand, you pad to the bedroom to pull your uniform on. jason joins you, getting most of his gear on. he walks you to the car, kisses you goodbye.

you pull out of your parking space, leaving the apartment complex, and drive the twenty minutes to the gas station. you clock in, and walk over to the pump and watch the minutes that feel like hours tick by. you assist customers pumping their gas, flashing a pasted on smile and try to remain optimistic.

with two hours left of your shift, you turn your head when you hear a motorcycle roar off in the distance. your heart catches; maybe, just maybe jason will make good on his promise. you know that hope is a fickle thing, but you see jason’s frame approach and your face breaks out with the first real smile in the last six hours.

jason is wearing his bike gear, his red hood helmet tucked away. (he wouldn’t ever put you in danger by showing up as red hood at your job.) he pulls up to your pump, “hey there baby.” you try not to melt on the spot, he steps off his bike and embraces you, arms effortlessly folding you into his warmth. he kisses the top of your head. “how’s work going?”

“better,” you hum, holding him tightly for a moment, feeling all your worries dissipate.

he pulls away, shedding his civilian helmet and capturing your face in his hands, dragging you up into a kiss proper on the lips. you kiss track of time, only jerking away when your manager knocks on the glass of the booth nearby, shouting to get back to work. you try to step out of jason’s embrace but his arms lock around you. “jay, let me go.”

jason’s anger melts when he looks down at you. “alright. you let me know when you want him gone.”

you nod silently, know that jay would make good on his threat. “here, let’s get your tank filled up angel.”

jason lets you pump his gas for his motorcycle (normally he would, but you insisted—you did not want to get in anymore trouble) and steals a few more pecks as you did so. you blush and try to distract him with conversation, but his hand tugs of the belt loop of your slacks to bring you closer and your brain short circuits in response. he teases you and you blush in return.

once the tank is full, you pull the pump out, putting it back in its slot. jay openly watches you with so interest you blush again. “you gotta get going.” you whisper, “don’t wanna know what this city will do without you.”

“it’ll manage.” jay smiles. “gotta check in on you first.”

when he kicks the kickstand up, you buckle his civilian helmet on, kissing the front of it. “love you jay bird, see you at home.”

“love you too, baby doll.” he slides the visor into place, covering the blush adorning his cheeks, starting the ignition, and drives off.

jason taglist (mwah my lovelies):

@egg-and-potato-salad

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smoke break

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Slayer Moon🌕🔪

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The S in Leon S Kennedy stands for suplex

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quick warmup/resketch of an old idea

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[Well..Time to go on Chai]

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I will put them in the microwave and watch them rotate

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Tags: none :) snapshot of pure fluff

Have this tiny little blurb because the bigger projects I’m working on are taking me a minute 🙃😇

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“Leon!”

Your fingers stretch out up above your head, so tantalizingly close to the prize sized blackberries growing just out of your reach. Biggest you’ve ever seen, they taste like sugar exploding in your mouth. And the higher up, the bigger they are.

Your problem? Leon calls it being vertically challenged, but you say you’re just pocket-sized. He laughs and ruffles your hair or pokes your forehead. It’s not your fault that you’ve got short arms and shorter legs. You remind him that that’s why you have him.

He smiles lazily as he gets up from where he was lounging in the shade on the picnic blanket. The breeze ruffles the white cotton of the short-sleeved, button-up he’s wearing, tugging at the edge of the unbuttoned top buttons. He looks good in light colors, you don’t know why he doesn’t wear them more often.

He saunters over to you, not in any sort of rush for a change. He takes any slow moments that he can get, especially if they’re with you. His hand slides around your waist as he reaches you, thumb absently caressing the bare skin where your shirt doesn’t reach your skirt. The floral fabric tickles around your bare ankles, a picture so pretty it could be a dream, Leon thinks.

He reaches above you, gently thumbing some berries off the bush into his hand. You watch, smiling, as he lowers them down to spill into your cupped palm, reaching for the biggest one almost immediately.

You don’t lift it to your lips like he was expecting. Instead, you touch it to his own with that pretty smile of yours.

“Here.”

He opens his lips, accepting the offering; eyes never leave you as he slowly chews it down.

“Good?” You ask, eagerly searching for a reaction.

“Mhm.” He nods, swallowing down the last bit of pulp. His hand smoothes over the top of your head. “Very sweet. Just like you.”

He kisses your hair, and you giggle at the predictability. You pop a berry into your own mouth, and savory the juicy flavor as it spreads over your tongue. Leon dips his head for a kiss.

“That one was sweet too.”

You giggle again. “But not as much as me?”

“Nah.” His lips curve up at the corners just slightly as he thumbs some blackberry juice off your chin. “Never quite that much.”

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Leon Kennedy Headcannons Pt. 2

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He has a beautiful singing voice. Imagine, you have a little one with him, and every night before bed, he holds his baby to his chest, singing soft lullabies to your child.

Will not leave the house without giving you a kiss goodbye. I don’t make the rules 🤷‍♀️

He doesn’t really have a strong sense of taste (based on the literal raw snakes and fish he can eat in RE4), maybe with the exception of a few comfort foods.

He has a very dim night light in his bedroom. Leon’s not scared of the dark, per se, but what he can’t see. After the events of RE2 and 4, he isn’t taking any chances.

Knows how to salsa—he’s a real zesty dancer and will sometimes bust out his moves. On that note, he enjoys listening to old, jazzy radio songs and slow dancing with you in the kitchen late at night. It gives him an excuse to hold you a little closer, a little longer.

The first time you had sex, poor baby got so excited he broke the bed frame. He was pent up! X😭

He still has a ratty childhood teddy bear or something that he sleeps with every night. It’s not necessarily for comfort, but it’s a piece of him he knew a long time ago. You treat that teddy like a ruler sitting atop the pillows if your bed, your childhood plush next to it, holding its hand. Leon secretly pretends they’re married (they totally are).