#anyway hello I’m lurking

[poweresides]

Ben in the narnia films is like s1-s5 Jon and then Ben in s&b is s6-s8 Jon

[towacletruck]

Hiccup practice doodle / Character design test thingy adkjuefeugfiuwheiufhwehfheuhfu

MAN was he so hard to get right in the style i was aiming for. So glad i finally got this outcome (after a bajillion tries)

[bookyeom]

um hi hello new followers from the SVT reductress post I am both SHOOK and in love with you all. I cannot promise to be as funny in the future but I’ll try my best and continue to learn from the queen herself @hopeinthebox 🫰🏻

[coffeecupandcorgi]

[veryspookywizard]

how do i say I’m not new here without saying I am new here

[dearharriet]

hello! Congratulations on reaching 150 followers milestone! Really deserved, girly!

Can I get a🍸with Remus Lupin + Lovers Rock? Thank you so much!

hi!! i’m so sorry this took me so long my love, i’ve had the busiest weekend 😭 thank you sm for the request, i hope you like it! <3 (wc: 859) (cw: implied/attempted use of a roofie/date-rape drug)

If you were less drunk, you’d be abashed about flirting so openly in front of Remus, but you’re not. He’s watching you lean into the man’s advances from the bar booth you’re both sitting in, a mean look brewing behind his eyes. You’re praying to god it’s jealousy. At least then he’d feel something for you.

“Real pretty get-up you’ve got on, babe,” the guy is saying, and you’re just sober enough to know he’s staring at your chest as he says it.

“Looks even better on the floor,” you tell him. It’s a cheap response, but he perks up anyway. Remus spins his beer on the sticky booth table, sighing irritably.

The stranger has a silky smooth voice, one that seems to smooth over other, less admirable traits in your mind. He says, “I can make that happen,” and you hear a promise, not a boast. You also don’t notice in his towering over you that he’s tampering with your drink.

Remus isn’t nearly as entranced. He’s on his feet in a second, whipping the man away from you by the collar of his button-up shirt.

“Hey—?”

Cutting him off with a vicious shove, Remus bites, “fuck off out of here. I know what you want.”

You stand then on wobbly legs, approaching the growing scene. Remus was clearly jealous, but you never assumed he was the violent type. He looks ready to crack teeth at this point, and the man still hasn’t left.

“Remus, what—?”

He turns to you with wild eyes, holding up a hand to keep you at bay.

“You stay there,” he says, and the anger he held for the man has ebbed away. He points to your cocktail on the table. “Don’t drink that, okay?”

Blinking, you frown at him. Something about his behavior makes you uneasy, but he’s your friend. You’d trust him over any stranger.

“Hey,” he snaps, demanding your hazy attention. “Did you hear me? Don’t—”

“Don’t drink it.” You nod.

From there all you can do is watch him shred the poor guy apart until Sirius and James finally notice something is wrong from their place at the bar. By then you have a pretty good idea what happened, and you feel sick to your stomach thinking about it.

James keeps you company while Sirius and Remus get the guy thrown out on his ass, and then they both reconvene at your shared booth. Most of the girls have come to see what happened, too, but Remus shooes most everyone away.

“Fucking pig,” Marlene mumbles, petting your hair gently before leaving a small kiss there. She looks to one of the boys, though you’re too busy picking at your nails to know which one. “I can make sure she gets home?”

“I’ve got her,” he replies, and you’d know Remus’ voice anywhere.

Marlene and the other two boys seem to accept this fact easily, though Sirius stops Remus before leaving.

“Go easy, yeah?” he says. “It wasn’t her fault.”

Remus doesn’t reply, but when he takes James’ place beside you his eyes are much calmer than before.

“Hi, dovey.” His hand comes up to rub your back. “You ready to go home?”

Sniffing, you nod slowly, still quite drunk and lethargic. Remus helps you out of the booth, carting you to the door with careful touches.

“It’s okay, Remus,” you assert, feeling more embarrassed by everyone’s worrying than anything now. “You’re not going to hurt me. I’m fine.”

Remus looks down at you with conflict coating his features.

“That was really close, Y/N. I almost didn’t see him do it.”

“But you did,” you correct. “And thank you, by the way.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. Not for that.”

Pushing the bar door open, he ushers you out into the mild night. It’s not cold, but his arm slung protectively over your shoulders is a relief anyways. Outside the safety of the bar, the man might be lurking somewhere. The thought makes you curl further into Remus, shivering.

“Remus?”

You can tell he’s in the same line of thought as you, because his head is on a swivel, checking behind you periodically. He hums in response to your question.

“If we’re going to my place, would you stay with me? In case he’s following us.”

You’d like to tell yourself the man wouldn’t, but you’re not sure you can put anything past him. Again, Remus appears to think the same.

“‘Course. I'll probably sleep better that way, anyways.”

In your drunken mood, you can’t help the way your heart squeezes at Remus’ doting. It’s a fiery feeling, to be cared for as if you’re an extension of himself, to have witnessed the sharpness of his affection in real time. It’s the barest human decency, but you suspect it was rooted in a much more complex emotion. Or perhaps that’s wishful thinking.

“Okay,” is what you finally say, flagging your thoughts for a later date, when less pressing matters than your safety are on the table. For tonight, it’s enough to let Remus walk you home, and to fall asleep under the warm blanket of his protection.

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[phantomlifes]

cinnamon girl with robin buckley pls!!🤎

you woke up to the sound of robin tossing and turning in her sleep. groggily, you wiped the tiredness from your eyes and looked at her. you knew she had nightmares. you knew all of it, in fact. she’s never been very good at keeping secrets, and she had spilled everything to you when you started dating because she thought you deserved to know. you knew that she was drugged and interrogated by russian soldiers, stuck in an alternate dimension and strangled by the monsters lurking within it. all of it sounded like the absurdist movies you two would watch over and over, but the tears coating her blue eyes told you it was real. very real. and she’s a very bad liar, anyway.

she started to talk in her sleep. little whimpers of “don’t touch him” and “please don’t hurt me.” made your heart shatter to pieces. you placed your hand on her shoulder and pushed at it as gently as you could.

“babygirl..” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t have to resort to waking her up harshly. “babygirl, it’s me.” she opened her eyes with a silent gasp, looking at you and you could immediately see the relief wash over her face. she sat up slowly.

“i’m sorry.” she said hoarsely, blinking tears out of her eyes. “bad dream.” she wiped her face, moving her bangs off of her brows.

“was it the mall again?” you rubbed her shoulder.

she nodded with a sigh. “it always is.” you started to launch yourself off the bed into the routine you’ve made, calling steve so robin can hear he’s okay, grabbing movies and tea so she could relax, but she grabbed your wrist before you could leave.

“not tonight.” she shook her head with a half smile. “it’s okay, babe. just stay with me.” she pulled you back down on to the bed and you landed on top of her. “oh, hello…” she crooned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“robin, i’m serious!” you retorted through a laugh, rolling off of her, but staying nearby. you lightly stroked her arm with the tips of your fingers. “what do you want then? we could talk about it, or-“

“i want you to distract me.” she looked back at you. “i want to replace this feeling…i don’t want to just…placate it, i don’t know!” she started to ramble. you forgot that stroking her arm was one of many of her niche turn ons.

“robin….” you looked at her quizzically. “are you asking me to fuck you to sleep?” you asked, barely above a whisper, even though you were the only two in the room.

she giggled. “get back on top of me, woman!” and god, the sound of her laughter, you could never say no to it. you straddled her waist, grabbing her chin delicately and leaning down to kiss her. innocent, but passionate. full of promises. it only accelerated when robin reached around and squeezed your ass. you pulled back with a gasp. “you’re gonna pay for that.” you tried to sound sexy and threatening, but her smile was too contagious.

“yes, please…” she chuckled, and then yelped when you sucked a hickey into her neck. “i have work tomorrow!”

you pulled away from her neck with a shrug. “guess you’re just gonna have to call in sick.” you leaned back down and kissed the mark you left, down her neck as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. you touched her through her underwear, and chuckled a bit. “how are you wet already? i thought i was in for a night of serious work…” you teased as you delicately dipped a finger inside of her. she wrapped her arms around your neck, arching her back into you.

“because…jesus christ, babe…” she was interrupted by you finding her sweet spot with ease, every time. she groaned at the feeling of you two fingers deep, with your thumb pressing circles onto her clit. she nipped at your ear. “you’re really fucking hot when you take care of me, you know that?” she smiled. “you go into this super sexy mother bear protector mode-“

“are you seriously comparing me to a bear while i’m inside of you?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up the pace of your fingers pumping in and out. she clung to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.

“in a good way.” she answered breathlessly. “i’m gonna-“

“i know babe, i’ve got you.” you told her, looking into those blue eyes and wanting to give her everything. “i always got you.”

she reached her release and squeezed your arms, trying to catch her breath. you kissed her cheek and rolled off of her, brushing the sweat off of her forehead. when you were grabbing washcloths from the bedside drawer, she pulled you underneath her. “jesus christ, robin!” you squealed. “you have, like, horny strength.”

“only time i’m ever athletic.” she grabbed your cheek and kissed you deeply, ready to take care of you now.

[lovecanyon]

STORMI BREE?! her pics with her daughter are GOALS and shes also a single mom

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry styles x reader

based on this ask!

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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stylesupdates Harry and Y/N seen in London last night!

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harryfan4 I LOVE THEM

harryfan6 my parents

harryfan8 the way they have been dating for years…i wanna be her 😭

harryfan2 y/n is so pretty

harryfan7 some things don’t need to be shared 💔

harryfan9 since the boys are going solo…does that mean we’re getting an album about y/n…

harryfan11 praying for more albums about her 🙏🙏

harryfan13 rolling in my grave

harryfan15 Y/N IS LIVING THE LIFE

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ynupdates Y/N has deactivated her Instagram earlier today.

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harryfan14 did something happen orrrr

harryfan16 I WILL MISS ALL HER POSTS WITH HARRY 😭

harryfan18 she’s probably taking a break!

harryfan20 the end of an era

harryfan17 first one direction and now y/n’s instagram????

harryfan19 the world is ending

harryfan21 and now she has me deactivating my instagram…😌

harryfan23 i hope she’s doing okay omg

harryfan25 i’m crying

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harrystyles Whoops.

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harryfan22 I AM SCREAMING

harryfan24 i hate men.

tessward i support this!

harryfan26 excuse me…

harryfan28 isn’t this the girl harry was seen with today…

harryfan30 wait what i thought he was with y/n

harryfan33 i am blocking harry

harryfan29 why did he cut it, y/n helping him grow his hair out was the best decision ever 😭

harryfan31 starting a riot

harryfan34 anyways 🙄

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hsnews Harry out with Tess Ward today in London.

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harryfan36 WHAT

harryfan38 he was just seen with y/n a couple weeks ago…what happened 😭

harryfan40 trust no man, not even harry styles

harryfan37 now i understood why y/n deactivated her instagram

harryfan39 harry…

harryfan41 anyways, stan y/n 😌

harryfan43 the way y/n loved harry’s long hair and he just goes and cuts it after they break up

harryfan45 when you put it like that 😶

harryfan42 sobbing

2022 *six years later*

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yourinstagram happy fathers day to the mothers doing it all.

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harryfan50 y/n comes back to instagram with this post 😨

harryfan53 SHE HAS A DAUGHTER??? HELLO

taylorswift the best parent ever!

harryfan56 you know harry is regretting that breakup up with y/n

zendaya you have a whole kid…how didn’t i know this

harryfan57 harry liked this so quick 😭

kaiagerber i miss my favorite six year old

harryfan52 did she just say six-

harryfan55 if i did my calculations correct the child is harry’s 😀

harryfan58 they broke up in 2016 which was six years ago making y/n’s daughter six…so yeah the child is definitely harry’s

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gigihadid happy father’s day to all the amazing mothers who step up and play both roles as a parent!

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harryfan61 I LOVE GIGI FOR THIS

harryfan63 you can tell y/n is genuinely so happy, i’m crying

yourinstagram mother’s are truly the best

gigihadid especially you, you inspire me 💞

harryfan65 the way gigi shaded harry in her caption…as she should honestly

arianagrande oh my goodness!!! so cute!!!

harryfan68 harry’s lurking is killing me 😭

harryfan64 right, he doesn’t even follow gigi but still liked this

oliviarodrigo inner me is screaming

harryfan62 the internet is in flames right now 😀

niallhoran phoebe and y/n, the best duo

harryfan69 HER NAME IS PHOEBE?? CRYING

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taylorswift HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO THE MAN.

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harryfan70 taylor and y/n’s relationship is so cute

harryfan72 ALL THE POSTS WE ARE GETTING TODAY 😭

yourinstagram i love you & the song you wrote about me

taylorswift more songs written about you are more to come

harryfan74 the man being about y/n makes so much sense

harryfan78 harry is literally stalking…like ain’t you on tour 🤭

annetwist so beautiful darlings!

harryfan80 if anne is commenting, phoebe is definitely harry’s child 😌

harryfan75 HELLO ANNE???

florencepugh this is so cute

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[mod-jazzy]

What’s been going on, a summary

Hello everyone I have finally decided to speak about something that’s been happening with me lately.

I’m tired of scooting around it and being vague.

For nearly the past two years, I’ve had a stalker. Stalking my blogs, what I say in public servers, what I say on other websites, etc etc.

I left servers over them, i even gave up servers I used to run because of this.

I often turn off my ask boxes and DMs at random to avoid getting harassed further or to attempt to “stop it” for a short amount of time. Just for a moment of peace.

Earlier this year I left all servers and whatnot after receiving a threat of doxxing me. I got afraid and stressed so I just left without saying why. I cut off social contact for the most part without saying why. I was scared and stressed and overwhelmed by it all.

But yesterday, after getting a onslaught of messages spread across my blogs. I was in fact, doxxed and received several threats on my partners life.

We are fine however. My partner is fine and I am fine (as I can be given the circumstances). I just wanted to state that, we are fine.

We have support and are dealing with it behind the scenes. We are fine aside from me being (reasonably) a bit emotional over it.

I do not know who the individual is. I’m primarily harassed and sent threats via anon or burner accounts. So, it’s led to me being quite paranoid around people and what I say and do.

Hence why I left servers and why I don’t talk to anyone anymore. It’s made me paranoid and afraid. Because I just! Do not know who. I just don’t know.

I don’t know what I even did to this person. I don’t know why they haven’t chosen to just block me if they don’t like me. I don’t get it and I’m tired of trying to reason with them or understand.

So. As of now.

All my inboxes are closed to asks for the time being. As well as making my DMs to be “mutuals only” since there isn’t entirely a “close DMs” option.

They won’t be closed forever and I do still plan on answering any asks/interactions I’ve already gotten. I just am keeping everything closed for a bit. I am merely trying to limit how much they can harass me for the time being. I hope you all understand.

So that’s, what’s been happening with me.

I’ve been trying to avoid speaking publicly out of fear of being doxxed, but that happened anyways.

So I don’t know what’ll happen after me posting this, if it’ll get worse or not. Whatever happens, happens I suppose.

Again, I want to reiterate that my partner and I are fine. We are dealing with it and handling it behind the scenes.

I’m just, speaking publicly about it now to explain my rather, erratic behavior over the past year.

Sorry for the long and sudden serious post, but after discussing it with others, we think that maybe me posting about it publicly will help.

Again, apologies for dropping this suddenly, just unsure on what else to do here.

I’ll still be around, lurking and quietly working on content. But I’m just going to have my asks/DMs mostly turned off to hinder the amount of harassment I can get for the time being.

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TLDR: I have a stalker, they doxxed me and sent specific threats on my partners life. If I close my askboxes and whatnot, it’s to attempt to avoid further harassment

[malii-the-bonehead]

The Other Woman pt3

god this is cringe tbh idk why im posting this bc I KNOW they lurking and seeing this shit

anyways

Slow burn

Summary: Chris, a popular hockey player at school where Y/n went, found himself falling for the beautiful, shy girl. As time went on he found out who Y/n truly was as a person and ultimately, he had to make the choice, his girlfriend, or the other woman.

Part 3

Hey it’s Chris. I stared at the message on my phone. I had work in 20 minutes. I finished getting ready quickly. Now, I was cleaning the house. I heard my phone go off, forgetting that I gave Chris my number this morning. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting him to actually text me. I continued scrubbing the dishes before responding to his message.

Hello, Christopher. I responded quickly, walking to the living room to clean up the clothes and trash all over the floor. The trash and clothes my mother left there. Empty bottles of liquor scattered before the couch. I bent down, grabbing multiple and tossing them into the garbage, going back to grab more. Buzz buzz.

I took my phone out of my pocket and checked it, once again. 

Just call me Chris. When you call me by my full name you sound like my mother. I giggled to myself. 

Okay, Chris. Sorry about that. He was quick to reply. Damn, is he sitting waiting for this message?

It’s fine. What you up to? I sighed, placing my phone on the side table next to the couch. I sat down, looking at the dirty floor. I should mop. Is that puke? I shook my head with a grossed out expression. Nasty. 

I grabbed the mop from the kitchen closet, filling the bucket with hot water and floor cleaner. I didn’t have much time before I had to leave for work. Buzz. 

I looked back to my phone on the table, picking it up and looking at the message that was sent. The second message, actually. You free tonight? I have a test in calc tomorrow. Was wondering if you could meet me somewhere and help out? I shook my head. I had work until late tonight.

I sent a text back, Sorry, I’m cleaning the house. And I don’t get off work until late tonight. If you’re okay with calling when I get off I can help then. I tried to place my phone down, but it buzzed in my hand.

Where do you work? And yeah that sounds fine. What time you get off? I sent a quick message, avoiding the first question he asked. He didn’t need to know where I worked. Technically no one should know. It was no one's business but mine, but it’s actually illegal to work at a bar until I’m 21. The manager knew my dad personally so I got a quick job there. Now they pay well. As long as I don’t talk about my age or where I work then I should be fine, hopefully. 12. 

My phone buzzed again, but I put it in my back pocket, needing to finish mopping the house. I had to leave in 5 minutes.

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I sat in my car, in front of the building I worked at. I grabbed my phone. I completely forgot about Chris’s message from earlier. I checked it, getting out of my car walking towards the entrance.

Damn that’s late. What job has those kind of hours? I typed a quick message. A job that pays for food and bills. He was really trying to get it out of me.  He sent another message asking where but I ignored it. He sent another message after a few minutes, understanding that I wasn't going to tell him.

Oh. Well if you aren’t too tired when you get off then I’ll appreciate the help. I opened the front door, heading to the back to pick my things up in my assigned locker. I’ll let you know. 

I put my phone in my back pocket and went to the bar area. We’re normally not super busy until 6, so I had about 2 hours to get things ready. 

–

I was sitting behind the building, on break, hitting the rolled joint in my hand. I smoked every now and then. Not too much and not too little, just enough to relieve some stress. I pulled out my phone, checking the message from Chris. I knew he had sent one. Honestly, he messaged so fast you’d think he was obsessed with me. But that’s crazy, right?

Don’t take this as a creepy message or anything but you got a picture I can have for your profile? You there? Oh shit you’re at work. Let me know when you get off. 4 messages after another? Damn.

It’s been 5 hours since his last message. I’m on break now. If I send a picture you have to send me one as well. Right now, it’s a random dog off of pinterest lmfao. 

It took him about 2 minutes to respond. I put the joint out, shoving the rest of it in my jacket pocket. Lol why a dog? And yeah I’ll send one but you first. 

I opened my camera roll, picking the picture I liked the most. I pressed send, waiting for his response.

(something like this but it’s you, obviously)

I sent after the photo, because you remind me of a golden retriever. 

He responded quickly. Really? Also that’s a pretty picture. You look nice. My stomach started to twist, butterflies floating around. I can hear my heartbeat. He thinks I look nice.

Thank you, Chris. I smiled a little. Now it’s your turn. I glanced around the back of the parking lot behind the building. The music seemed more quiet as I breathed in the cold air, enjoying the moment. Not many people compliment me. Well, not many people like Chris. It felt.. Good.

Your welcome Y/n. Let me find a picture. Give me a sec. 

I shut off my phone, leaning my head against the wall behind me. Buzz buzz.

Notification: New message from Chris popped up on my lock screen. I looked at it for a while, scared to open it.

My breath hitched as I stared down at my phone, my mouth slightly open from shock. My cheeks went slightly pink. Damn, he’s really pretty. I saved the photo, changing his profile picture from the dog to the one he sent. 

Damn, you think I look nice? Look at you. I erased the message. What should I say? It’s not a big deal, Y/n. Just send something simple.

You have nice eyes. Simple and true. He really did have nice eyes. He had nice everything. Nice hair, nice eyes, nice lips. 

“He has a girlfriend, Y/n,” I mumbled to myself quietly. “Besides, he would never go for someone like you.” 

You think so?  I liked his message before sending, yes, I do. 

Thank you Y/n. That means a lot. 

You’re welcome, Chris. I checked the time. I had a few minutes of my break left.  I should get going. My break ends in 2 minutes. Text me at 12 when I get off so I can help with your calculus. 

You got it ma’am. Have fun at work. I shut off my phone, standing from my crouching position against the wall. I needed to stretch my legs. They hurt from sitting in that position for so long. I walked back through the back door, heading back to the bar getting to work. 

[leonwifey]

hello! i've just found your blog but totally think your works are really beautiful! As your requests are open, can I ask for some angst? (if you don't feel like it, feel free to ignore) Like Leon and reader are happily married but she can't help but feel like Ada is still on his mind (maby he murmurs her name while having a nightmare or is too eager when someone says even a word abt her). Happy ending or not, just whatever you feel comfortable with. Thank u in advance!

"𝑯𝑬𝑹 " — there is no use in getting her off leon’s mind.

˚୨୧ genre — angst

˚୨୧ word count — 1,203

˚୨୧ note — WOW... as an aeon lover and supporter, this was painful to write!! i ate the request up though. maybe i just love making our dear reader miserable. anyways, thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun. i also wrote this with RE6 leon/ada in mind because they are very married in that game. and for everyone else here for the pain, my requests are open!

There is this thing that likes to consume you and your thoughts. It lives to eat at your mind and all of the parts that keep you sane. There is this thing that squeezes you in unyielding doubt like a snake, strangling you with insecurity. It is a thing shrouded in alluring mystery and temptation, you can only wish that it had been a dream all along. Even when you try your damndest to place it away, hidden in a dark room at the deepest depths of your mind, that woman will always be there lurking. 

There is a certain Ada Wong. 

And it seems she likes to live in Leon’s mind, too.

The moment Leon returned from his mission in China, things immediately felt out of place. You had felt the chill the second he stepped into the house and dropped his bags. A chaste kiss at your temple and nothing more. Left stunned and speechless in the dimly lit hallway, you felt like a stranger in your own home as you watched your husband make an immediate march into your shared bedroom. 

You told yourself that he was tired. Leon saw things beyond your imagination, felt emotions you could never endure, erased faces you’d never meet. Those hands had done the unspeakable and still did you make a promise to have and to hold them forever. You knew all too well that the world he lived in was just nowhere near the one you did. Some things were meant to stay unknown. Yet desperately so, you had wanted to believe in him. To believe that it was merely pure exhaustion that loomed over him and hid beneath his heavy eyelids. 

Not the ghostly memory of a love he had lost countless times.

Reunited in the bedroom, you found Leon lying on his back with his arm draped across his face. It seemed that he was still awake, you watched his bare chest rise and fall slowly. This was something you’d seen before, nothing of his was unfamiliar to you anymore. Some nights would be quieter than others, filled with loud thoughts and moonlight. Silently, you crawl back into bed without a word.

A shift in the bed, a toss and a turn, a heavy sigh. Familiar warmth crept beneath your shirt and hooked itself around your stomach, pulling you closer and snug against a beating chest. You felt his lips linger near the shell of your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, fingers searching for yours underneath the duvet.

“It’s okay,” You didn’t make an effort to move, deciding to shut your eyes instead. “Just get some rest, baby. You’ve had a long trip.”

Thinking that that was the closing curtain, you were surprised to be turned around and face the man you had been missing for months. Even in the dark could you see the way those misty blue eyes shimmered. Leon had a face you could never tire from, one that would follow you to the end. You could never be angry at such a face.

“Can’t sleep?” You offered lamely, unsure of what to make of the look he gave you.

You watched as he studied you, for a moment before releasing an exhale. Your hands slipped out of his arms to play with the strands of blonde that had long grown since the last time you had seen him. At your touch, he dipped his face into the crook of your neck. “I missed you like crazy, sweetheart. Couldn’t sleep much without you.” 

 “You poor thing,” You coo, running your fingers through his hair. “I bet you couldn’t sleep on that plane to China.”

He lets out a dry laugh, tickling you with his stubble. “Yeah, you have no idea.”

“I'm just glad you’re home. Finally.”

“Mhm,” Leon lets out a small yawn, almost resembling a tired puppy. “I love you. You know that?”

You twirl a strand of his hair around your finger, pulling your nose against his. “I think I know more than you’ll ever know.”

“Hey,” His nose nudges you sleepily. “Say it back.”

You laughed softly, biting your lip at having his playfulness back. “I love you, too.” 

After the two of you had shared a few laughs and drowsy stories of your time without your other half, you were finally able to bask in the peaceful silence. Finally, were you able to sleep happily, wrapped in the strong arms of your lover in a bed that would no longer remain cold. Smiling at the reassuring sound of Leon’s soft snoring, you slowly wiggled your arm out of his embrace to stretch your hand out in front of you.

In the quiet bedroom with only the moon’s light serving as your night light, you wiggled your fingers in a silly dance. You watched bashfully at how the moonlight caught onto the stone on your fourth finger, a shimmering beacon of hope. Turning your hand in every direction, you were enchanted at the silver band’s lone twinkle in the darkness, a sight almost much like you. 

What rested on your finger was meant to serve as a promise, a symbol of endless days filled with love and sacrifice, an unbreakable key towards forever. And you were so supposed to be happy. 

A low murmuring takes you away from your thoughts. Lowering your hand, you listened carefully, wondering what your husband could be dreaming about. His mumbles had never been hard to decipher, you knew the agent too well. After all, Leon was your husband. Yet you felt your heart crumble when you had realized that what might have been Leon’s dream, was your nightmare.

“Ada…” He groaned, eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t leave.”

Frozen in his hold, you didn’t know what to do. Of course, you had heard of this certain Ada before. It was hard to escape the subject when at times you’d hear stories from Chris or mentions of her during calls with Hunnigan. Leon would always seem too eager when it came to her.

That woman had always been some sort of mystery to you. You wondered about the beauty she held, the circumstances in which she met your husband, how she fell in love with him. Ada Wong was a piece of Leon’s story you will never be able to uncover. 

The thought frustrated you, annoyingly enough. That there would always be another woman sitting in the backburner of your husband’s mind. Someone who had seen parts of him you would never witness, someone who he offered his heart so willingly to. Although Leon promised to choose you as his for eternity, you couldn’t help but wonder if in another life, Ada would be his. 

With a heavy heart and a sigh, you stroked Leon’s head with a shaky hand. Your eyes studied every feature of his face, every detail that you could call yours. Were they Ada’s, too? In the midst of your sleepless night, you listened to the lonely beat of your heart. All you could do was sooth away his aches and fears, holding him close as his body shook. 

“It’ll be okay,” You sorrowfully whispered. “I promise, Ada is okay.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend update 05/05/2024

Hello! It’s been awhile since Nerdie has done one of these. 👀

Yes it has! Why have you only been lurking and popping up with random things?

Well, my smut fairy is playing hide and seek. Has been more hidden as of late. Inspiration has led to different fics than I planned on. And I’ve queued so many posts that my current queue is posting things up until June 5th. 😂

How does one even queue that many things? And what do you mean the smut fairy has been playing hide and seek? We read that Frankie series! And that Dieter update! Nerdie, stop trying to be coy, it doesn’t suit you dear.

I’m not sure how to respond to that. And yeah both of those had smut but it was….I did say the fairy was playing hide and seek. I did not say they were hidden the entire time. 🫣

Details, details. You also changed the title graphic color, why?

Stories are made by their details. Wise advice said by…some smart person somewhere. It reminds Nerdie of a bahama mama. It’s a drink that she enjoys like a pirate. Yohoho! 🏴‍☠️(I’m very sorry. 😣)

Anyway, thank you to the following lovely people who sent me beautiful person asks and who reached out when I was not doing so hot. I know better than to argue with any of you:

@rhoorl @yourcoolauntie @grogusmum @avastrasposts @megamindsecretlair

@westside-rot @laurfilijames @inept-the-magnificent @bitchwitch1981 @secretelephanttattoo

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere @604to647 @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept

@yorksgirl @sweetercalypso @schnarfer @soft-persephone @maggiemayhemnj

@magpiepills @paulmescal-s @lotusbxtch @wannab-urs

As for Nerdie’s fic recommendations, they are here! She’s keeping track of them and is going to put the whole list out at the end of the month because, promoting fics is fun and means she can type more randomness. 😆

1. Torment Part 1 Fear by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x fem OC)

2. Tempered by the Fire by @ladamedusoif (Din Djarin x f reader)

3. Talk Dirty to Me by @morallyinept (Marcus Pike x fem reader)

4. Nightingale by @rosecentaur1916 (Miguel O’Hara x plus size fem reader)

5. Daffodil by @starstruckunknown-princess (Javi G. X reader)

6. Into the Deep End by @magpiepills (Joel Miller: the hole filler x AFAB reader)

7. your favorite kryptonite by @kedsandtubesocks (Comic Bookstore Owner!Dieter Bravo x F!Reader)

8. Kings & Queens by @joels-shitty-puns (Joel Miller x reader)

9. Insatiable by @lowlights (Pero Tovar x fem reader)

10. Top Me, I deserve it by @for-a-longlongtime (Santiago Garcia x Francisco Morales)

11. Fifteen Minutes by @whocaresstillthelouvre (Din Djarin x fem reader)

12. Raining in Baltimore by @schnarfer (Marcus Pike x f reader)

Nerdie did post a bit this week. She’s mainly been posting on AO3 since it takes less time and she can slap things up there with reckless abandon (and sufficient tags).

Part VIII of Only Parts of you Mr. Morales (Frankie Morales) *completed*

The Intended determines their Meaning (Javier Gutierrez)

Sure inside, but will you stay for more after we’re done? Chapter 5 of Weddings 101 with Dieter (Dieter Bravo)

Lastly there are a few ongoing challenges and fun things. Make sure to read individual challenge rules and fun things.

1. Help Wanted: Summer Reading with @strang3lov3 They’re asking for self-recs, recs of fics that have stuck with you, fics that you think others should read. Send them your Pedro boy goods. The best kind of summer reading.

2. Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge by @morallyinept It’s the incomparable Jett! Making her own challenge to being your fics, art, Moodboards or all any combinations. It just has to have a Pedro character and flowers. Any length (because we like all kinds here) and can be as many submissions as you want.

3. Jamie’s Ocean Challenge by @mermaidgirl30 Pedro characters, the ocean, fun, fics and moodboards mixed together for this one. Again any length (all are welcome and enjoyed), must have a Pedro character and the ocean in your fic or Moodboard.

4. @pedroscouts The Pedro Scouts have descended upon us to give us badges (gotta collect ‘em all), fun tasks and general tomfoolery to make Tumblr fun! Make sure to read through the rules if you’d like to join.

5. May Drabble Challenge courtesy of the @dieterbravobrainrotclub It features our favorite Kit Kat lover Dieter Bravo and aliens 👽 with a meet-cute. 👀 Not weird enough for you? Then write it extra strange.

So that’s about it. There was a lot of ground to cover but we got it done. Nerdie is going to go see a man about a goat 🐐 and also another guy about some teasing or edging? Maybe it counts as edging. Nerdie is 🫤 unsure. She’s only wrote like one of these before. 😆 She also has to look for boots, maybe she’s gonna go to her second concert 🎵

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! ❤️ ❤️❤️

[xx-vergil-xx]

regarding hounds

realizing now that that’s maybe a somewhat ominous way to start a non-ominous post but onward and upward

hello lovely people who are following me, in particular those of you following for hounds — i wanted to say, first, that your love and enthusiasm and support continue to be one of the great wonders and joys of my life, and even when i am away from you i think of you often. with utmost and genuine sincerity, thank you <3

second: ! i am finishing hounds !

the perils of post-grad and a rampant new fixation on another project that i hope, someday, will be Published Like In A Barnes And Noble Shelf Way, have intervened, as they often do. i think maybe that’s been for the best — in the back of my mind, hounds pt II has been left to percolate, which means that it’s going to end up being far more well thought out than it might have been off the bat.

but knowing me myself, i think the best way for me to get that work to you is to write it all — the remaining 14 chapters (jesus christ here at hounds inc we put the long in longfic) — and then post it, regularly, editing upcoming chapters between posts but having them locked and loaded and ready to get out there. i’m not actually sure how long this will take me? i’ve got a non-negligible chunk of ch 43 done and a scene from 49 that’s been lurking for eternity, but i actually don’t know how long most of these chapters might ultimately shake out to be?

anyways — i’ve been off of here for a Hot Minute and i just felt it was past due that i update any interested parties on the state of affairs. tl;dr — hounds is getting done! might just be a sec :)

thank you, again, from the bottom of my heart, for hanging out with me. love y’all <3

xoxo verg

[bluexiao]

hello! blue here :)) to get things straight, i’ll be on an indefinite hiatus here.

so uhm. honestly, I don’t even think I have the right to say this. or that if anyone really cared or if anyone can still recognize me. but i’m too tired. this blog made me tired, and it’s not right anymore.

I guess i’m just too scared to leave, because once I do, the more people won’t care if I will eventually decide to come back,,, but i really need to take a break from this account. I’ll still lurk around in another one but I’ll just be reading for my own comfort since I still love this place (don’t get me wrong). it’s just how I always expect and get less of my expectations, how I put effort into things and don’t feel the same enthusiasm back. I might be overthinking,,, but I know I’m not. I tried to put it all back. I tried to be consistent again but failed because I have personal priorities. I tried to be as social as the others but,,, nothing worked. I still lost it all. And i don’t know if I will gain it back,,, IF i’ll be even back. I don’t have much friends here so I doubt anyone would miss me that much. But to all who did chat with me here, thank you so much for filling in the emptiness in my heart. Your messages always put a smile on my face. Back then.

I still love genshin, I still love writing, and I still love this account, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be back, and if I do, it meant I probably am just in a major burnout right now :)) but I’m glad I let this out in this account because I don’t think I do that much at all (saying my feelings here). This was once my safe haven, and I’m walking away for the moment because it wasn’t anymore. Anyway I’m so sorry if you read this all and took my negative energy, I don’t intend to do that at all. Goodbye for now

[malauri]

Hello!

Sooo… I’ve been lurking here for a while but I think I’m finally ready to take the plunge and put out some Sebastian Sallow x MC fics 🤭🤭

I have a couple ideas in the pipeline including a long fic featuring my Ravenclaw MC where it’s loosely based off One Day (Netflix). Pining, pureblood politics, angst… all the good stuff.

Might dip my toes in and post a oneshot first as I haven’t written in a long time but we’ll see… idk it’s all self indulgent anyways 😅

Just wanted to say hi! I know this is a small fandom but my Hogwarts Legacy/Sebastian Sallow brainrot has been going strong for a year now and I don’t anticipate it going anytime soon.

[tadpolesonalgae]

Can't wait for Cbmthy part 15

Hello hello!!

I feel like I’ve been taking ages on writing chapter 15 (it’ll still take a little longer, but I wanted to offer compensation since it’ll be a while more) so I’d like to offer a short snippet from the beginning of it 😳🧡💛

‘ She glances at him reproachfully, another look he withstands passively, and then she’s turning sharply on her heel, making back toward the light, back toward the laughter. Silent as a shadow, Azriel catches her upper arm, having to exert surprising force to keep her still. “Where are you going?” He asks coldly.

“Where do you think?” She counters sharply.

“They have enough on their plates,” Azriel mutters. As if on queue, Nyx’s laugher giggles through the halls, a stark contrast to the gloom lurking just beyond the light’s end. Mor snatches her arm away. “You have enough on your plate,” she says lowly, eyes glinting as they cut through him, “we could have made room. You should have told us.” But Azriel stands his ground, not giving an inch. “It was the right call.”

“You have no idea where she is,” Mor counters. “No idea where she is, or what state she might be in. What makes you think that was the right call?”

“You’re questioning my judgement?”

“Yes, I’m fucking questioning your judgement,” she hisses back lowly. “She told me she didn’t want any of you to know,” he counters coldly, “she’s reclusive anyway, suddenly outing her wouldn’t have done anything helpful.”

The wording seems to strike something in Mor, ire banking, eyes shuttering briefly, before she’s gritting her jaw again. “You should have told us.” ’