#dividers by saradika-graphics

[ilovegracieabrams888]

ᯓ★ | 𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻 ⤷ 𝘤𝘸: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳

you walk into the country club, your muted pink dress clinging to your body. rafe's eyes are immediately drawn to you. your perfume lingers in the air as you walk by. he smiles as you approach the bar.

he stands next to you and introduces himself. "hey gorgeous, i'm rafe." you sip your espresso martini before introducing yourself. as you speak, his eyes are drawn to your plump lips.

soon, you're sitting on the patio, rafe occasionally stealing glances at you as he talks to his friends. his ex comes over to your table and begins talking to you. "hi, umm, i saw you talking to rafe earlier and i just want you to know that he's mine so back off." you give her a smile and say "you sound a little desperate, honey. i can't relate but i also don't give a fuck."

as you leave, you walk behind Rafe, walking your fingers across his back. you drop a piece of paper with your number on his table when you leave.

that night, rafe can't stop thinking about you and can't sleep. he eventually caves and messages you, "you up?"

an: sorry this was so bad. i fell asleep writing it last night and literally just woke up.

#blurb #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x reader #ilovegracieabrams888 #dividers by saradika-graphics

[devnmon]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬 ♡

𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧. [𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 𝐬𝐟𝐰/𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐱𝐱

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟖𝟗𝟗/𝟏𝟗𝟎𝟕 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 [𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐝𝐫𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐭]

First off, John is one to not realize his feelings for you until a certain point. He's oblivious to his OWN feelings. That's how long he's liked you. Perhaps you were captured by one of the local gangs or got severely hurt... his heart dropped when he found out. John is a real overthinker... so obviously his mind went right to the worst case scenarios. Though, when Arthur got back to camp with you in tow, he was so damn grateful.

He's taught you to ride a horse, but absolutely flushes when you clutch onto his waist tighter than usual when he picks up speed on the back of his.

His morning voice is almost too sexy to reply to the g'morning he sends your way as he huddles over the campfire, coffee in hand.

John doesn't understand why out of all the more honorable men in the world, you chose him to love and care for with your whole heart.

He's the first to initiate hand holding, especially in public– oh my god. Maybe there's a random man in the bar looking your way... and John, well he just couldn't take someone thinking you were up for grabs. You feel his grip around your hand as his fingers intertwine with yours, the glare he held as cold as ice watching the man turn away from you.

John is reallyyyyyy fucking good at five finger fillet. You're surprised he's not lost all his fingers with the way he moves his knife so swiftly. It's one of the things that made you realize your feelings towards him.

John started crushing on you after you stitched up his face in Colter. Checking his scars every day to make sure they weren't getting infected; the close proximity was just another factor that made his heart race around you.

He becomes comfortable with touch as he falls for you. At first it's just a touch on the arm that has sparks flying, then you're touching his shoulder or back– his cheeks all but flush bright red every time. [Arthur teases him about it. It's adorable.]

John often takes you on rides outside of camp just to get some air from everyone. He really appreciates having alone time where the two of you can talk and bond and wink wink ;))

He also lets you wear his hat when the both of you go out riding together. John tries to get you your own but you think his suits you just fine.

When you tell him 'i love you' for the first time, it takes him a minute to register it. But when he does, he goes "say it again" and just kisses you before saying it back.

Calls you "Miss" around camp, but in private he prefers to call you honey and sweetheart. He feels like calling you your name is something to be kept private too. John Marston is a sucker for closeness with you.

Sometimes you catch him staring from across camp, and you tried so damn hard to hide your smirk from Sadie and the other girls... that you had to excuse yourself from the group.

He cannot be normal or stay still when your hands are on him. You're laying on his bedroll with him, lightly tracing your hands up and down his body and he's all but begging for you to keep going until you can't.

John can never have you close enough; being too close isn't a thing for him. If he could be glued to you, he would.

John would love to learn to cook together. He gets his kicks out of placing his hands on your waist while you're preparing the food, feeding him bits and pieces of veggies you're chopping up.

NSFW

Here's the thing about John. He's suchh a touched starved boy that he absolutely cannot get enough of you from the time you get together. And obviously he's grabby too. Loves putting his hands everywhere on you. Like– everywhere. So much so that he leaves marks mostly every time he gets more than half an hour with you.

His love language is words of affirmation, so of course he basks in the glory when you say "you feel so good" or "right there" . Basically amps him up x10000.

Also John is a cocky little shit and mocks your cries in the bedroom. Then he'll go "Yeah? What ya screamin' my name for? Feels good huh?".

You don't know where he's learned it, but John has such a talented tongue– like, toe curling, back-arching, messy and desperate to please you without ever coming up for air.

John loses all ounce of shame in bed with you. He knows how to please you and if he's letting you be in control... he will beg and pleadddd for you. Like I said– no shame.

Loves when you pull his hair. The first time you did it he went "Atta girl..." with a groan– and you all but came right then and there from the gravel in his voice.

Is such a praiser;; gets off on hearing you whimper underneath him. Stuff like "doin' good for me, doll" and "such a mess for me, huh? look at you..." GOD.

That's another thing with John, he's always on top. Prefers missionary to observe the way you sing for him– and he's smitten all over again.

You're able to convince him to let you be on top– to ride him like the cowboy he is. He even puts his hat on you [mid ride might i say].

Is also a definite cuddler afterwards, he loves hearing your heartbeat steady while he’s pressed up against your back. He’ll suggest the two of you get cleaned up before you fall asleep.

a/n: heyy so i know this is not a lot of hcs but they're the best i got for rn while i ponder on how to write my silly little drabbles :))) stay tuned for those heheh

#john marston #john marston x reader #john marston x you #john marston x female reader #john marston hcs #rdr2 hcs #rdr2 john marston #red dead redemption 2 #john marston fanfiction #john marston fic #john marston fanfic #rdr2 spoilers #dividers by saradika-graphics #dividers by cafekitsune #devnmonwrites #devnmon writes

[caleb-pilot]

welcome to caleb's corner ✈️

disclaimer: this is a gimmick independent roleplay blog for the love and deepspace side character caleb. this is just for fun and all rights go to the rightful owners/game developers. this is canon-adjacent given what happens in chapter 4.

telekinetic fighter pilot who is busy flying in skyhaven. i always have time to visit you, my childhood best friend, though 💕

ask status: closed

rules before interacting:

admin is 21+ so nsfw and suggestive asks are allowed. they will be tagged accordingly. please feel free to block the following for your own safety #cw suggestive & #cw explicit. other heavier topics will be tagged with cw as well — for example, #cw alcohol.

it should go without saying, but PLEASE do not send nsfw asks if you are not 18 years or older. anon asks are a privilege, NOT a right. if you’re caught, you will be blocked & anon will be turned off. this is out of respect for others engaging in the role play. thank you.

any asks implying stepcest/incest even as a joke will promptly be deleted. this is a triggering topic for admin and has no place here.

i will default to using they/them pronouns, unless otherwise indicated in your ask. please let me know if you have any preferences for pet names. i tend to use a mix of masculine (dude, man, bro), gender neutral (love, angel, darling) and feminine (babygirl, pretty lady).

dialogue will be in plain orange text and asks will use the tag #from the cockpit

the admin will use the #caleb's on a layover tag for general announcements

#in flight entertainment is a tag used for caleb’s playlist & other associated media

the tag #caleb posting is for reblog responses oftentimes for closed, literate roleplay

the tag #caleb's head in the clouds will be used for posts that are deemed "in-character" (aesthetic, comedy, etc)

be respectful with interacting. there is a person behind this blog. any expression of hate will result in an immediate block.

i jump around when answering asks, because sometimes responses to certain ones come faster than others. if yours gets deleted — either tumblr ate it , it violated one of my rules, or i could not think of a good response in-character.

do NOT feed any of my roleplay or writing to an AI or chatbot. this is extremely harmful to writers!!

taken anons; 🤍 // 🌌 // 🪩 // 💫 // 🎐 // 🌷 // 🧋// 🐸 // 👑 // 🦄 // ❄️ // 🌸 // 🍒 // 🐇 // 🦇 // 💋 // 🛩️ // 🏞️

other love and deepspace sweethearts:

Rafayel's Blog -> @rafayel-fishie 🐟

My Boyfriend’s Blog -> @zayne-snowman ☃️

Xavier’s Blog -> @xavier-starlight 🪐

Jeremiah's Blog -> @jeremiahofphilo 🌻

Tara's Blog -> @taraandtarot 🍷

Thomas's Blog -> @thomasicism 🎨

Astra's Blog -> @sasstras-gaze 🪬

MC's Blog -> @aethercodeevol ❤️‍🩹

Jenna's Blog -> @unicorns-captain 🫡

Dr. Greyson -> @drgreysonmd 🥼

#pinned post #please like so i know you've read the rules! #dividers by saradika-graphics #Spotify

[urbanflorals]

「 ✦ emma ✦ 」 she/her. minor. capricorn. intj. australian. ferrari girl. books. i post about my writing sometimes, sometimes - cause im too lazy to write. reader for life. pinterest whore. music lover. firm believer in sarcasm. percy jacksons gf. aaron warners wife. damon torrance and joey lynch defender forever. in depth intro

sideblogs: @seaweed-brain-here [percy jackson] @jameson-hawthorne [jamie hawthorne] @thegoodwitchcoven [group music blog] @the-ballad-of-us [public writing blog - i have a secret one just send me an ask if you want to know it :))] @leclair-leclerc [f1 side blog] yeah ik i have a lot lol

inspired by @nqds

#intro post #dividers by saradika-graphics #ems intro

[storiesoflilies]

maybe my words can take you somewhere else for a while?

Hello darlings, and welcome to my little blog! Please call me Lily. I hope you guys enjoy the work I put out, it really gives me a massive serotonin boost when people like things I do. My inbox is always open to everyone, so feel free to reach me there to have a chat and share your thoughts!

I also write on Ao3 if anybody prefers to read there. Tips would be so very appreciated: Ko-Fi Page. I follow with my main blog @theoldlily

Much love,

Lily xo

• main masterlist

• requests (open)

#storiesofliliesmasterlist #lily writes #Lily’s masterlist #dividers by saradika-graphics

[ovaryacted]

STORY OF US | CH. 1 - PILOT

PAIRING: DI! Leon Kennedy x fem! reader

SYNOPSIS: A training session gone wrong brings you to the edge and throws you into a fit of rage. Luckily, your mentor is there to keep the peace.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: MDNI/18+. Canon-adjacent. DSO Mentor/mentee dynamic. Forbidden work relationship. Age gap (Leon is 38, reader is 25). Reader has their own background & lore. Leon & reader have an established working relationship of 4 years (nothing was done until later). Violence & fighting.

WC: 4.0k

A/N: Finally, I got this first chapter out haha. But welcome, this is the first installment of my series Story Of Us. Treat this as more of an introductory chapter to the working dynamic, and I promise next chapter is where it kicks off. Shoutout to the babes @notrattus for beta-reading this and reassuring me, I adore you. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | AO3

Chaos. That was the best description of what you would call your life. It was unpredictable, often finding yourself in limbo, running from one unstable situation to the next, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Stability was something you didn’t consider attainable, at least beyond the stench of decaying corpses and gunpowder. That was your familiar, finding solace in the heavy weight of a gun in your hand or the rubber grip of a tactical knife.

Violence was all you knew. It was your specialty, what you embodied, what you called home. Like a stray dog, you were groomed to realize this was the only way you could survive in the hellscape of your reality. The leash around your neck was old and faded, weathered from years of wear but tight enough to leave its mark embedded in your skin.

Until now, you don’t know how you’ve managed to survive this long, but you stopped counting your blessings somewhere along the way. The only conclusion you came to was that you were simply lucky.

The seasoned agent observed from the sidelines as you sparred with your opponent. He followed the sweat that trickled down your face and hit the mat at your feet with every swift movement you made. You were agile and ruthless when it came to your craft, something he’s helped you nurture since you were put under his wing years ago.

“Watch your blank spots”, Leon called out, seeing his prodigal agent take training as seriously as they would out in the field, just as he expected.

Huffing out a breath, you blocked your face with your forearms and fiercely glared at your enemy. You paced around the mat on the tips of your toes as the droplets on your hairline rolled down your brow to the bridge of your nose, dripping onto the ground. Carefully, you watched for any opening that would help ensure your win while keeping the sides of your body closed off.

In the blink of an eye, your opponent lunged towards you, forcing you to swiftly turn to the side in a dodge and shoot a kick at her ribs. Blocking the hit, she wrapped her fingers around your ankle to keep you locked in place, her fist colliding with your jaw in a harsh blow. It was a dirty hit, throwing off your footing as you stumbled backward. You were proficient in hand-to-hand combat, it was what you were known for, but the female agent was sneaky and got the upper hand before you could regain control of it.

“Awe, the class favorite can’t fight back?”, she taunted you, the pitch of her voice equivalent to that of nails against a chalkboard. Leveling yourself on the mat, you spat out the blood that pooled in your mouth and stained your teeth. As your eyes darkened, you were reminiscent of a feral Doberman, menacing with the crimson red that dribbled down your chin.

“Is that all you got?”, you mocked her playfully, the embers of your rage igniting into a low simmer as your sparring partner eyed you carefully.

“Oh, she’s feisty. Do they always let reckless mutts out of the pen?”, she toyed with you, throwing baseless jabs as a means of distraction. This wasn’t a new thing, a regular occurrence ever since you were put under Leon’s mentorship as a young adult. At first glance, it was a blessing in disguise, given the circumstances of your life at the time. Yet, it seemed to have gotten you into more trouble than you anticipated.

“How about you shut your mouth before I shut it for you”, you barked back, taking a step forward before you felt Leon grab your arm. He was the only person who knew of your tendency to snap in a fit of rage, teaching you to reserve that for missions where you could let loose. Yet after all these years, there were still moments where you couldn’t bottle it up.

With the continuous taunting, you reached your breaking point, the degrading phrases thrown your way brought an itch to your skin that you wanted to claw at and peel away. The agent was doing her best to make you lose your temper, and you hated to admit she was doing a damn good job at it. Leon could feel the tense situation heating up as you tried to escape from his grasp to retaliate. He wouldn’t allow you to jeopardize your training session or get yourself into any more trouble, so he refused to let go, wanting to be your voice of reason.

“Easy. Drop it before you let her get into your head”, Leon said close to your ear, his grip steadily tightening on your arm. Whether in reassurance or a warning, you weren’t sure.

“I’m fucking trying, I swear”, you snarled at him, his hold tense on your skin.

Pulling away from him, you turned your back to the woman across from you, exhaling a shaky breath. You thought you would be doing her a favor by walking away from the fight instead of smashing her smug face into the ground. It wasn’t worth it, you knew that, and the last thing you needed was to make this situation worse by lashing out.

Be the bigger person. You could practically hear Leon’s voice in your head repeating the words back to you on a loop. It didn’t make sense to you, how he was always adamant on walking away from petty fights instead of evening the score, but that was all part of his teachings. Even if it was the last thing you wanted, it was better for both parties to simply walk away.

But of course, you heard that same incessant nagging from the other side of the room that made your blood boil.

“Yeah, go and be a good lap dog”, she muttered with a laugh. The moment her words reached your ears, red clouded your vision and overwhelmed your senses. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you tried.

Turning around on your heel, you pounced on her with force, abruptly bringing her to the ground with a fist to her chest. You found yourself in a messy fistfight, focused on punching the vulnerable spots along her torso with your thighs bracketing her hips, keeping her pinned underneath you. She tried her hardest to throw you off of her, aiming for your face in unfocused strikes or yanking on your hair but to no avail. Most of the hits she attempted were futile, not getting past your nimble reflexes and aggressive offense as your knuckles connected with her nose.

Blow after blow, your hands grew increasingly sore every time they collided with her skin, hearing the audible crack of bone breaking that you tuned out just as quickly as the hits came. You were going too far, managing to stop when strong arms wrapped around your waist and forced you off of her completely.

Leon pulled you away from the beaten agent on the ground, holding her now curved nose with bruised fingers. It was no doubt broken, her lip bleeding with a split and the skin around her eye swelling into discolored shades of purple. She no longer wore that pathetic smirk she had coming into the match, instead, she looked at you in fear as most people did.

“Not a fucking dog”, you mumbled under your breath, knowing that your mentor wouldn’t brush this under the rug as much as you’d like for him to spare you the lecture. It had been so long since you cracked like this, letting your emotions control your actions instead of logic. Jerking yourself out of Leon’s arms, you stood in front of him and mentally prepared for the onslaught of words.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Leon snapped, his tone sharp.

“Winning the match”, you stated nonchalantly with a dismissive shrug. The training room emptied out after the fight, the agent you wounded being carried out towards the infirmary. You walked to your duffle bag and grabbed your water bottle, taking a sip and swishing the cooling liquid around your mouth, rinsing the blood that tainted your gums. 

“You didn’t hear her when she was talking shit? Do you think I was just going to let that slide?”, you retorted, getting closer to his face and holding your ground. Your eyes were glowing with bitterness at Leon, already too familiar with the repetitive cycle of arguments that were part of your strange dynamic.  

“That’s the exact problem here, you let her words get to you. When you’re in the field, you can’t let your enemies provoke you into doing something impulsive. I’ve already told you more than once to keep your temper in check”, Leon scolded you, taking a moment to sigh with his hands on his hips like a discouraged parent.

“Out there in the field, they don’t last long enough to open their mouths. You know this. Don’t tell me to keep my temper under control when you give all these other people a pass to say whatever they want”, your voice reached a higher pitch as irritation flowed through your body.

“What did I tell you about losing yourself in a fight?”, Leon questioned sternly.

“You told me to channel my rage into my movements. Isn’t that what I just did? Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore”, you grumbled, feeling the initial anger dissipating into another emotion.

Over time, it took you a while to understand how to react and interact with people. One of the problems that came with being a prodigy was how people picked on you constantly, you could never figure out why it was part of your experience as an agent.

Maybe that’s what happens to strays, they remain isolated because they don’t belong anywhere else.

“No, you don’t get to use that tone with me”, he wasn’t going to allow your attitude to get the best of you. “You’re only proving my point here. You know that you’re better than letting this push you into throwing a tantrum. Act like it.”

The second his voice became crass you felt a weight in your chest, one that you tried to push down but it only crawled further up to tighten around your throat. No matter how hard you strained to hide it, you hated being the source of Leon’s irritation or disappointment. In the early years of being trained by him, you didn’t care much for his approval or wisdom. You blamed that on the misplaced rage carried by a young adult who thought they knew everything about the world.

It took you years to fully appreciate him as someone who wanted the best for you, hell that was his job. Now at the age of 25, you weren’t so young anymore, you knew the price you had to pay to be in this profession.

You were an adult, one trained to kill and protect others, but there was still the inner child that needed to be handled more than the warrior itself. Leon couldn’t always be yelling at you whenever you made a mistake and he knew that. He also knew he couldn’t always expect a perfect performance from you all the time, that wouldn’t be fair or reasonable.

“Fine”, was the only thing you could say, not wanting to argue with Leon at the moment. You grabbed your bag to throw it over your shoulder as your body started to ache from the earlier brawl.

“Are you done preaching to me now?”, you were still annoyed, but it was your stubbornness starting to show. The longer you stood in front of Leon, the more you felt the adrenaline wearing off, bringing in a new wave of sore spots you will deal with later. 

“Yes, I’m done with the talk”, Leon expressed more calmly, ready to give you some time to cool down after this.

“Good”, as petty as it may seem, you wanted the last word, walking away from him with a scowl on your face. You left Leon in the training room and headed towards the showers, hoping it would wash away your growing vexation. 

It was a brief visit to the infirmary to get your new bruises checked out. The only real place you’re so familiar with happened to be the four walls of this room, covered in white paint and filled with the smell of rubbing alcohol. The nurse wasn’t surprised to find you here again seeking her care, quiet as she bandaged up your bloody knuckles, silently thankful that you didn’t break your hand. 

You were used to the pain, it was a no-brainer given your occupation, but Leon’s dismay stung more than the disinfectant the nurse used on your skin. You’ve both been working together for long enough that there was no need to keep lashing out at one another. Yet every time it seemed to happen, upsetting Leon hurt more than the strain of fighting altogether.

Hearing a knock at your office door, you called out to the sound, noticing Leon stepping inside with a bag of your favorite candy in his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him, already familiar with his antics after one of you upset the other.

“Are you trying to bribe me?”, you asked him, skimming through the file in your hand and pretending to read it over.

“Yeah, I am. Will it work?”, Leon challenged as he handed you the bag, hoping to win back some of your favor. He wouldn’t let you forget the lecture, but he wanted to assure you that he didn’t intend to make you feel bad about it.

Internally you were smiling, enjoying the fact that he made these small gestures to get on your good side again. After learning how to work with him, you did your best to maintain the relationship you currently had. He was your partner after all, and frankly, he was the only person you had in your inner circle.

“Maybe if you buy me lunch every day next week I’ll think about forgiving you”, you suggested to him half-seriously, opening the bag of candy and popping a piece in your mouth, humming at the taste of the treat. 

You and your damn sweet tooth.

“Fine, fine. Lunch for the rest of next week. Will that make you happy?”, he rolled his eyes as he took a seat in the chair across from you.

“Yes, it will. I love it when you’re generous”, your usual pout was replaced with your lips curling upwards. You never showed this softer side to anyone else other than Leon. He saw it as a privilege, being one of the very few people who knew you this well was something he was grateful for.

“Are you still upset with me?”, he asked you, leaning back in the armchair and crossing his arms over his chest. His blue eyes were as sympathetic as they were bright, like a puppy dog craving reassurance after upsetting their owner.

“No, not anymore. You know how I get when you argue with me Leon. I’m not a rookie anymore”, you replied, sucking on the hard piece of candy in your mouth as you spoke. “I am sorry for lashing out like that at training. She just…I hate being seen as some personal lap dog”  

“No need to be sorry, I’m just mad at the situation. And you’re not my lap dog, you’re my right hand”, Leon offered you a compassionate look. You were such a child at times, especially when it came to being criticized. But you were stubborn, and it was something he had to learn to live with.

“I know. I’m just fed up with other people not accepting that by now”, you shrugged, releasing a heavy sigh.

Leon understood what you were going through, considering he had been in the same situation so many times he’d lost count. Constantly having your abilities doubted and being underestimated by your colleagues was never easy to handle, it caused unneeded tension that makes you lose focus on the bigger picture. No matter what others thought, you’d always be the best in your field at the end of the day, and a big part of that had to do with what you’ve learned from him over the past few years.

You could feel Leon’s eyes moving towards your jaw and cheek, spotting the faint redness of your skin that darkened under the office light. You knew what he was thinking, a common aspect of your relationship involved him worrying about you, probably more than he’d care to admit.

“I’m fine Leon, it’ll heal. I get hurt enough as it is”, you tried to ease his nerves, but he wouldn’t brush it off as fast as you’d like.

“It’s still my job to take care of you. That doesn’t stop just because you’re older”, he noted in defiance as you hummed with a nod.

Leon’s been responsible for you since you were transferred to the D.S.O. a few months before your 21st birthday. It was a tedious process of trial and error to get you to trust him, to show you that he wasn’t a threat or trying to do more harm than good.

Despite being your mentor, Leon has always been somewhat of a guardian in the years you’ve been in the organization. He took care of you in his unique way, working hard to teach you everything he knows and how to survive, while also showing you the good things life has to offer. As you got older, the guardian title wasn’t the best fit for him, so now you consider him a wise friend. 

His expertise in the field allowed you to become an irreplaceable asset to the D.S.O., no longer being just an experiment, but now the perfect agent. Leon had shaped and molded you to become what the D.S.O had envisioned for you once your mentorship began, meeting their expectations and surpassing them with ease.

He saved your life doing that, and it’s a debt you’ll never be able to repay. You didn’t need to pay him back for anything anyway, especially when he was the one who decided to train you.

Leon never really cared much about his work for the government, fully aware that he was another pawn in their overplayed chess game. His encounter with you was something he initially didn’t want, assuming you’d be another setback that would haunt him like a ghost in the night. But as the years grew between you two, he thought you may be one of his greatest achievements in the organization. 

“The bruising’s fine, it’ll wear off. Besides, you’ve seen me get worse so a few punches to the face doesn’t mean anything to me”, you reassured him. Your experience working as a federal agent gifted you a collection of scars that has steadily grown over time, the most prominent one being a white line on your upper cheek from a knife graze you got early on in your training. It’s faded but it was still there, a constant reminder of your place in this life. 

“Yeah, that’s true. You have had worse than this,” his gaze was fixated on your face as he studied your features. He knew every inch of your facial structure, every curve, and every scar. The bruises you had received in the fight were nothing new to him and nothing to worry about. That didn’t mean he hated seeing you hurt any less. 

“Don’t need you getting worried about me, I’ll be okay. I don’t break so easily”, you said, taking in his low hum of agreement.

“What did the higher-ups say after the fight? Hopefully, I’m not on probation again”, you leaned forward on the desk to face him directly now, his expression neutral when you mentioned the other associates.

“They didn’t say anything. I told them what happened, said the other agent antagonized you, and they agreed with my explanation. You’re not on probation, actually, you’re more than welcome to go on another mission with me if you’re interested”, being friends with one of the founding members of the D.S.O. certainly had its perks. 

“Thank god. I was going to be pissed if they benched me to do admin work again”, you were relieved that you wouldn’t have to worry about staying behind when there was a mission to complete.

“I know you want me on the next mission anyway. Nobody else can handle your banter”, you joked with him, your sense of humor adopted by his entirely. Leon chuckled at your words, wanting you by his side whenever he went on another assignment.

“It’s not all just about business. Plus, you’re good at making me crack a smile when I’m pissed off”, he smirked as he spoke.

“That’s because I know you well enough to do that by now. Your life would be boring without me”, you laughed under your breath.

He was a hard nut to crack, having such an intense wall to break down just like you did. Once you both managed to soften up to each other, it was smooth sailing from there. Leon knew you better than most, as you did the same with him. You were almost two halves of a person, always on the same page when it came to everything; work, social gatherings, and just in general. He was a part of your life, just like you were a part of his. In sync and inseparable.

“So when do we leave? Are we having a going away party too, as in I drink at the bar and you pay for me?”, you took in the shades of pretty blues as he looked back at you. 

“Next Tuesday, we’ll be heading to an unknown location. But we can’t have a party without you drinking all my money away”, Leon teased, aware of what was to come.

“Then it’s settled. Mission next week, and tonight we drink a little bit. Some beers before, and then whiskey after”, you confirmed happily, a grin on your face that seemed to brighten up the room.

“Sounds like a plan to me. A few beers and then whiskey after,” his smile mirrored your own.

It was a ritual before you went on missions together, having some drinks after a day of briefings. Usually, it was mostly Leon watching over you as you got plastered, and when the mission was done, you’d drink some more in celebration to relieve the stress.

“Good, then I’ll see you later on?”, you didn’t need his answer, but you liked hearing that he was all in.

“Yeah, I’ll be seeing you later”, Leon gave you a tilt of his head, standing up from the chair he was lounging in.

“Just don’t blackout this time, I’d hate to carry you back home again”, he reminded you, your bad drinking habits were a tad too much when the occasion didn’t call for it. Most of that was his fault, he introduced you to the world of alcohol when you were legally allowed to drink, but you didn’t blame him. It was either cigarettes or alcohol in your selection of vices, so you picked your poison.

“Yeah yeah, I know. I won’t this time, promise”, you kept it in mind to lay off the booze tonight.

Leon stepped out of your office with a genuine smile on his face, the small crinkles at the corner of his eyes visible in the room’s lighting. Your chest warmed up at the thought of spending time with him, the feeling subtle enough to acknowledge before you buried it down and focused back on the file in your hand.

He knew what you felt. It was easy to read your face, having gotten so used to doing so that depicting your moods became second nature to him. He walked out of your office and down the hall with the same comfort he gets when he was close to you, his expression returning to neutral once he brushed it off.

Another Friday night out with your superior, nothing out of the ordinary.

©️ ovaryacted 2024. Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI. Support your fellow creators by reblogging, commenting, and liking!

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil fan fiction #resident evil fanfic #resident evil leon kennedy #ovaryacted fics #fic: story of us #⋆♱ nic works ♱⋆ #dividers by saradika-graphics

[fictionalfish]

Pinned Post

Hiii, I'm Fish, I am 18 and use they/them pronouns :3

This is a multi-fandom blog, which I sometimes promote my fanfictions on

My main fandoms include:

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Team Starkid

Shipwrecked Comedy

Melliot Musicals

Amphibia

Various other musicals and cartoons

There are other things ofc, I just listed the main few things I talk about rn

(my account is also very reblog heavy because i see art and i go "woahhhh, everyone must see this)

My DMs are open, I'd love to talk to more people, but please be above 16, I don't really want to be having a private conversation with anyone younger (18+ if its about hellaverse though)

#dividers by saradika-graphics #why is posting a pinned so embarrassing

[alphawomb]

𝔥’𝔰 𝔱𝔟𝔯 — a snapshot of my goodread’s account! enjoy ur perusal ♡

fantasy.

⟶ howl’s moving castle by diana wynne jones

⟶ the poppy war by r. f. kuang

⟶ these violent delights by chloe gong

⟶ iron widow by xiran jay zhao

fiction.

⟶ world war z by max brooks

⟶ hell bent by leigh bardugo

⟶ frankenstein by mary shelley

⟶ the handmaid’s tale by margaret atwood

⟶ the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

non-fiction.

⟶ the reign of wolf 21 by rick mcintyre

⟶ spirits of the coast by martha black

⟶ on earth we’re briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong

star wars.

⟶ revan by drew karpyshyn

⟶ bloodline by claudia gray

⟶ ronin by emma mieko candon

⟶ brotherhood by mike chen

⟶ thrawn ascendancy (series) by timothy zahn

⟶ republic commando (series) by karen traviss

rereads.

⟶ revenge of the sith by matthew stover

⟶ the song of achilles by madeline miller

⟶ chronicles of ancient darkness (series) by michelle paver

#hyssop’s tbr #dividers by saradika-graphics

[from-the-working-classman]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers <3

Exercising. (My backs and upper torso always hurt, and the daily exercises help a lot)

Playing my tin whistle. (I'm not very good ─ and it's so shrill ─ but sometimes, it sounds wonderful)

Listening to others. (From hidden truths in the gospel, to philosophers and what my sister saw on her way to work)

Hot showers and brushing my hair. (is this allowed?)

Time with my family. (For film night, or my spiritual family, in church)

Thanks for asking!

#Answering Questions but Questioning the Answers #Others #answered #carmenpowerpuffgirl #dividers by saradika-graphics

[melon-hellion]

MELON• 30 • they/she

⍟ masterlist ⍟ rules ⍟

CONTENT: attack on titan, demon slayer, fullmetal alchemist, genshin impact, haikyuu!, hunterxhunter, my hero academia, fics, fanart, fluff, angst, smut, shitposts, rambles

#intro post #dividers by saradika-graphics #pfp by fittsythesnail

[saradika]

hiiiii i'm not sure if you're doing divider requests rn but is there any chance you could do some that are inspired by taylor swift's folklore album? tysm!! :)

hi! sure, I would love to give this a shot 💖 I hope this captures some of the vibes of folklore, it’s my fave album!

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

Please consider liking or reblogging if you use 💕

#if there’s other quotes you’d like to see let me know! I just picked some short faves #dividers #fic dividers #folklore #taylor swift #borders #graphics #requests #yoyok-era #saradika answers

[perlelune]

Oxytocin | Coriolanus Snow | Masterlist

One act of kindness from a peacekeeper may be your salvation or your doom. Possibly both.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Blackmail, District 8 Reader, Stalking, Kidnapping

𝔦.

𝔦𝔦.

𝔦𝔦𝔦.

𝔦𝔳.

𝔳.

#dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #dividers: @saradika-graphics #series masterlist #masterlist #dark!fic

[urbanflorals]

-> hii welcome to my corner of the internet! im emma/em or whatever nickname you want to give me, i love nicknames and petnames

Basic info -> She/her, minor, capricorn, intj, australian, ferrari girl, books!, a believer in sarcasm, i post about my writing sometimes, sometimes - cause im too lazy to write, im an ambivert and a joey lynch and damon torrance defender forever

Books -> the inheritance games, boys of tommen, devils night, shatter me, ouabh/caraval, folk of the air, acotar, pjo [im still new to the pjo fandom!], the naturals, soc, any thing written by lynn painter and A LOT more :)

Music -> taylor swift, gracie abrams, maisie peters, tate mcrea, sadie jean, a little of lana del rey, chase atlantic, artic monkeys, guns and roses, conan gray. my music is all over the place lol

Other -> rain <3, christmas, baking/cooking, [art] I paint, sketch, and draw, whenever I feel like it. I mostly draw though.

Moodboards -> I love making moodboards here is the masterlist Edits/videos -> i also have an obsession with making edits so here they are

Writing -> i have two writing blogs one is secret and the other is @the-ballad-of-us

Misc -> my dream life is to runaway to paris or new york and open up a bookstore/cafe/flower shop. (and to be the rich hot aunt the everyone loves), I want to travel when I'm older! I spend an unhealthy amount of time on Pinterest and Tumblr cause i have like no life :)

-> If we're moots, we're best friends, no takes backs. -> I over use lmao, lol, <3, :), and 😭 too much. im trying not to come on too strong and be rude lol (right there see? perfect example) -> My Wattpad -> My Pinterest -> I love talking to new people, and asks and dms (only for minors unless i agree to it :)) are always open <3 -> i most likely won't follow you back if you don't have an intro post, but if you want to get to know me just send me an ask :)

Special people ->@skeelly, @percabeths-blue-cookies, @a-beautiful-fool @moonlightt444, @nqds, @mqstermindswift, @lost-in-reveriie, @art-of-fools, @reminiscentreader, @myster3y, @sophiesonlinediary, @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep, @runwiththerain, @doyoujustnotwantto, @that-multi-fandom-hijabi, @hijabi-desi-bookworm, @gergthecat, @shuhuaspookie, @missedyour21st, @daydream-of-a-wallflower + all my other moots that i didn't tag but rlly wanted too [if you want to be added or removed just let me know!! <333

this is a safe space for everyone!! ↳ Dni - if you're a racist, homophobe, sexist, pedos, ect..

love you all

em

#intro post #em's blog <3 #dividers by saradika-graphics

[puppyzai]

Nintendogs (Nintendo DS, 2005) 🐶

(Pls link back if using!)

#luv this game 🌈 #divider: saradika-graphics #kidcore #pet regression #puppy regression #age regression #agere #petre

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── THE GLASS PRINCESS // MASTERLIST

Series Synopsis: You wake up in a strange room with no memories, broken glass at your bedside, and a prince named Zuko as your only chance at figuring out who you really are.

AO3 Link

Current Word Count: 105.5k

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

Content Warnings: complicated relationships (strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to strangers to lovers to enemies to lovers), amnesia, alternate universe, lots of secrets and lying and mystery

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

#zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #zuko #avatar the last airbender #atla #reader insert #canon au #the glass princess #the glass princess masterlist #m1ckeyb3rry writes #m1ckeyb3rry masterlists #divider by @/saradika graphics

[bloompompom]

✦ content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff

“What are you doing?” 

The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay. 

Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the baby’s toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldn’t have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. You’d call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew. 

So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toys—tiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.

“Trying to figure out what’s so interesting about this thing,” Eren said, flicking one of the spinners. 

Your daughter’s little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped past—the tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest. 

“See?” He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. “What’s so funny?”

She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose. 

“The box said it’s for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,” you teased. 

She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. You’d only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her own—sometimes crooked, sometimes not—while you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up. 

His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Eren’s face or hair, you couldn’t tell, but fell short—she was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.

You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun told you sunset was near—that night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.

So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.

#eren fluff #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #dad!eren #divider by @/saradika-graphics