#and was able to just sit down and draw something

[moonstruckme]

HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like 😳 while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust

Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!

cw: alcohol

shy!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Really, it should be Sirius’ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, you’re in Remus’ lap. 

��You guys are so nice,” you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remus’ sweater. He’s resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. “All of you, all your friends are the nicest…the warmest people I ever knew. How’d you do that?” 

Remus smiles down at you. “I think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.” 

He’s not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remus’ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesn’t think you’d know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing you’d already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard. 

“Don’t think he had to work very hard with you. You’re such a sweetheart already.” You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries he’s going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. “Oh! Sit still.” 

No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously. 

“Got it.” You turn your finger, showing him. “You had an eyelash.” You blow it off your fingertip and onto Sirius’ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. “Have I talked to you about your eyes before?” you ask conversationally. 

Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. “I don’t think so,” he ventures, though he knows you haven’t. He remembers most exchanges you’ve had, and he definitely would have remembered that. 

“Oh.” Your brows purse softly. “Must’ve been with someone else,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “Anyway, it’s important to me that you know, they’re really beautiful.” 

Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like you’re steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively. 

“They’re brown,” Remus says in a soft voice. 

Your lips tilt like he’s said something funny. “Nobody’s eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.” Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus can’t tell you mean for it to or not. “Yours are sort of like a…like a gradient. They get lighter farther down.” 

Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. It’s difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them. 

“They’re, like, a warmish brown,” you’re saying, gaze unwavering. “Like the color you want your tea to be. You know, there’s some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?” 

“I didn’t,” Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesn’t have the nerve. “Is that so?” he asks instead.

You shrug. “I dunno. Works on me.” 

The breath stalls in Remus’ lungs. You’re looking at him like you haven’t said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused. 

You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. It’s an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. “I guess that’s probably why—” You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you weren’t expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself. 

“Oh.” Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Remus isn’t even certain what you’re apologizing for. 

Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. “I really like when you smile.” 

Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. It’s official. He’s got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. “What were you saying?” he prompts. 

You bite your lip as though you’ve forgotten. “Oh!” Your eyes light. “Just, I guess that’s probably why I have such a giant crush on you.” 

Remus’ heart thuds. He breathes, “What?” 

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. “It’s relentless.” Hiccup. “Super embarrassing. But—but you’ve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart face…” You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. “What am I supposed to do?” 

Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? It’s out of the natural order. The world’s gone to chaos. It’s supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. That’s the way it’s meant to be. 

“I would…” Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesn’t recognize until they come out. “I’d know a thing or two about a crush like that.” 

Your lips part, but you don’t look offended. “Well, yeah. I’d hope you knew I fancied you, I’ve only been seeking you out ever since we met.” 

Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that. 

“I didn’t notice you were,” he admits. 

Your head tilts. “Really?” There’s an obvious follow up question—then what did you mean just now?—but for one reason or another, you don’t ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.

Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

Astrology Observation: Main Character Energy Based on Rising Sign

Disclaimer: This post is meant to bring you positivity and confidence. If it doesn’t apply, let it fly.

♈️🔥 Aries Rising: Your main character energy comes from your boldness and ferocity. When you step into a room, heads turn because people can’t help but feel your presence. There’s an energy about you that makes others sit up straight and look your way, often with a hint of intimidation. You radiate a sense of confidence, as if you know exactly what you’re doing and can carve your own path. You give the impression that you could take on the world alone, carrying a strength that feels unshakable. With this powerful aura, you naturally command respect wherever you go, but you also have the ability to lift others up. People are in awe of how motivational and inspiring you truly are.

♉️🌱 Taurus Rising: Your main character energy comes alive the moment you step into a room. Instantly, heads turn in your direction. It’s the way you walk—methodical and confident, as if you know exactly where you’re meant to be. There’s an unshakable self-assurance in you, a quiet strength that remains unaffected by anyone’s gaze. When you sit down, people can’t help but notice your glamorous, polished presence. You carry a subtle, pleasant scent that hints at the care you put into yourself. You look exactly where you belong, exuding calmness and poise, unbothered by others’ opinions or reactions.

People admire how put-together you seem; your aesthetic inspires them to elevate their own. When they walk by, they notice your fresh scent, and when they look at you, they see beauty, grace, and charm. There’s a captivating aura about you that feels like a natural high—simply being around you brings others a sense of calm and a desire to carry themselves with more intention. Your main character energy is magnetic, soothing, and undeniably inspiring.

♊️🌪️ Gemini Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy exudes pure star quality. People can’t help but think of you as the ultimate “it” person—full of life, zest, and effortless charm. You have a natural way of making others laugh, and your words flow smoothly, drawing people in and leaving them wanting more. There’s something captivating about how you speak, with a charm that reels people in and keeps them hooked.

Your social ease enhances your main character vibe, as you’re able to talk about so many things, each new insight intriguing and engaging. People feel like they’re watching a show, tuned in to your captivating stories, quick observations, and fascinating tidbits. They also love your eclectic style—how you can effortlessly switch up aesthetics, each one making you look even more intriguing.

There’s a lightheartedness to your energy that makes people feel at ease, as if they can relax and let their guard down around you. Being in your presence feels comfortable and familiar, like coming home, and people naturally open up to you, blossoming in your presence. You bring out the best in others simply by being yourself.

♋️🌊 Cancer Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy shines through in your warmth and comfort. You remind people of home, with a calming essence that puts everyone at ease. Like a gentle river flowing by, your presence seems to wash away worries, easing any tension in the space. You’re a natural at connecting with others, encouraging them to open up and feel safe.

Your style is chic and effortlessly classy, as if you’re always put together without even trying. When you speak, there’s a softness and charm that brings a smile to people’s faces, making everyone feel comfortable. You radiate such genuine, positive vibes that people just want to be close to you. You’re like a teddy bear, a warm blanket, or a cozy cup of tea—someone people instinctively feel drawn to, seeking the comfort of your presence.

People see you and think, “That person just has the coolest, calmest energy.” You balance interaction and observation, knowing when to sit back and watch as well as when to engage. You bring a balanced, serene aura to any room you’re in, and people can’t help but feel lighter around you.

♌️🌞 Leo Rising: The ultimate it girl and it boy, your main character energy radiates so strongly that when you walk into a room, no one can look away. As soon as you enter, heads turn, and all eyes are on you. Your aura is regal, and your confidence shines through—whether or not you feel it, you have this magnetic presence that makes it seem like you’re meant to take over the space. You flash a big, warm smile, and your style is bold, colorful, and romantic—something people can’t help but admire.

People are captivated by you because you know how to engage with others, how to make them feel good and look good. You just have an instinct for knowing where you fit and how to blend in effortlessly. You bring positive energy to any room, and the atmosphere instantly lightens when you’re around. Laughter fills the air, and people open up, feeling more confident in themselves because you make them feel that way.

Your main character energy lies in the fact that your personality is so vibrant and multifaceted. There are so many layers to who you are that people can’t help but get engrossed in your presence. You leave a lasting impression, and even after you leave the room, your name continues to be talked about. You are the ultimate it girl or it boy—impossible to forget.

♍️🌾 Virgo Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy shines through because you’re so poised and put together. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life; when you enter, people don’t see the struggles or chaos. You exude a sense of perfection, as if you have everything figured out. You seem incredibly intelligent, wise, and full of interesting, nuanced facts that you love sharing to enlighten others. You’re always bringing new insights about health, wellness, and ways to improve life, making people look to you as if you’re their personal life coach. They respect your knowledge and your ability to make life feel more manageable and structured.

People admire how selective you are because they sense that you only surround yourself with quality things. Your taste is impeccable, and they appreciate your keen eye for detail and your thoughtful perspective. It feels as though you can navigate any obstacle with ease, knowing exactly how to get what you want, even when there are challenges in your way. You have a natural ability to move through the world effortlessly, always staying true to your goals.

Another element of your energy is your voice. You speak with authority, and your unique, soothing tone captivates those around you. People feel comforted and reassured just by listening to you. There’s a quiet respect that you command simply by walking into a room, without having to say much at all.

What makes you truly remarkable is your ability to be discerning when it matters but also maintain a non-judgmental, open-minded perspective. You can zoom in on the details while also seeing the bigger picture, which makes people feel seen and understood, especially when they’re struggling. There’s something magnetic about your aura; people are drawn to you because they know they can rely on you for support, wisdom, and guidance.

♎️⚖️ Libra Rising: When you step into a room, the main character energy you exude is undeniable charm. You have this magnetic quality that draws people in, making them want to flirt and talk to you. It’s the way you speak, the way you look people in the eye—it feels romantic and flirtatious, almost like you transport them to a more playful, youthful state.

Your style is equally captivating; people can’t help but want what you have, whether it’s your shirt, your pants, or your purse. Your hair is likely full and constantly changing, and people envy your willingness to experiment with your look. They admire your openness to shifting your aesthetic, wishing they had the same freedom and confidence to do the same.

You’re also seen as a brainiac, someone who is intelligent and well-informed. People are jealous of the vast knowledge and experiences you possess. They feel like you’re always doing something new, constantly on the move, and they can’t quite keep up with you. You have a way of making everything you do seem exciting and spontaneous, and that adds to your star quality wherever you go.

What really sets you apart, though, is your grace. No matter what you do, you do it with such poise. You never come off as tacky or too much; there’s a beautiful balance to your personality. Even when chaos surrounds you—people arguing or talking about you—you remain unshaken. You stay poised, classy, and effortlessly composed. That’s just who you are.

♏️🦂 Scorpio Rising: Your main character energy is undeniable when you step into a room. Everyone automatically feels the need to be serious, because there’s something about you that demands respect. It’s as if your presence exudes an undercurrent of strength, and people instinctively sit up straighter, pulling themselves together in your presence. They recognize that you possess a level of tenacity and strength that they simply don’t have.

There’s a boldness about you that’s hard to ignore—it’s a glamorous boldness, subtle yet powerful. Your aura commands respect, but at the same time, people are intrigued. They can tell you’re calm, collected, and unbothered. Even if someone says something rude or nasty, you’ll respond with a glance that lets them know they’ve crossed a line, but without reacting emotionally. You keep your cool and maintain your composure.

You have an energy that makes people feel like you see through them. You understand people on a deeper level, and for some, that can be intimidating. They feel like you’re too cool for them, too aware, too sharp. Others, however, are drawn to you. They see a well of knowledge, creativity, and ideas within you that they envy and want to tap into.

People also get the sense that you have what they want. There’s an air of wealth around you—whether it’s money, status, or success—and they feel it. You don’t flaunt it, but they sense it, and it creates a certain tension. They may feel like you have something they lack, making them want to be closer to you, hoping to benefit from your influence or position. Your presence makes them feel like they could take on the world in a bolder way if they just aligned with you.

You have a gaze that makes people think twice before messing with you—your stare alone says, “I’m not someone to be taken lightly.”

♐️🏹 Sagittarius Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable. You are so full of life, with an energy that’s almost contagious. People feel like they can’t keep up with you—like you wake up with natural caffeine running through your veins, constantly on a high. They admire your boldness and courage; you have this fearless mindset of “I don’t care, I’m going to do what I want,” and it’s magnetic. You’re free-spirited, and when you enter a room, you make everyone feel like they need to pack their bags and go on an adventure or try something new. Your energy breaks them out of their routines and shakes up their fixed mindsets.

You’re hilarious, always making people laugh and creating an atmosphere where everyone is comfortable, excited, and happy. Conversations with you flow easily, and you naturally lead discussions about new ideas, personal growth, and how to break free from the boxes we put ourselves in. People are intrigued by you—they look to you like you’re a guru or life coach, someone they can turn to for insight and guidance.

You’re incredibly insightful, offering broader perspectives that leave people amazed by your wisdom. Your extroverted, sociable personality excites everyone around you. You have this easygoing, childlike energy that makes people feel at ease. They don’t have to be serious around you; they can let go of their work stress and just enjoy the moment. You talk about things they’ve never heard of, sparking their curiosity and excitement.

You’re also always suggesting new adventures, quick to invite others along for spontaneous journeys. People love that about you—you make them feel like they’re part of something fun and exciting, like they’re on a journey with you. Your independence is palpable; you don’t need anyone to shine, and that’s the energy you give off. You are the ultimate “it” girl or “it” boy, and it���s clear that everything you do, you do on your own terms.

♑️🐐 Capricorn Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable. People instantly perceive you as someone important. Whether it’s because they think you’re a celebrity, an influencer, or someone with a high-ranking, influential job, they sense that you’re doing something amazing with your life. You exude an aura that makes others believe you’re involved in something significant.

You have this intriguing balance between being serious and assertive, while also showing a deeply caring, humorous side. People love that you’re multi-dimensional—you can be incredibly assertive, knowing exactly what you want and speaking your mind with clarity. There’s no room for games with you; when they’re around you, they feel they have to be honest because you give them that knowing look that tells them you can see right through them. They can’t lie to you.

Your presence commands respect. It’s as though people recognize that you’re wise, experienced, and well-informed. They know not to mess with you because you’ve done your research and can back up everything you say. No one can easily talk you down, because you know exactly where their arguments are weak, and you can dismantle them with ease. After talking to you, people often feel as though they know less than they thought they did—your wisdom leaves them in awe.

You radiate a strong aura, as if you have a thousand aura points. Everyone around you can sense that you know something they don’t. They also feel like you’ve got your life together, even if that’s not always the case. You give off the energy of someone who’s on the brink of success, someone who’s bound to make things happen. You exude CEO, celebrity, and boss vibes. There’s an undeniable sense that you will never struggle because you know how to navigate and get through any challenge—you’re a mastermind.

♒️💧 Aquarius Rising: When you walk into a room, your main character energy is undeniable—people can’t help but notice you. You stand out, not necessarily because of anything physical, but because of the air you carry. There’s a certain intrigue about you that causes others to feel a mix of curiosity and a puzzling discomfort—one that draws them in. They can’t help but wonder, “Who is this person? What are they about? What are their interests?” You naturally pique their interest.

People see you as effortlessly cool. Even if you’re quirky or a little different, they’re still drawn to your energy. You radiate this unshakable confidence, and even if there’s insecurity deep down, others only see someone who knows exactly what they want in life and is going after it. You exude a larger-than-life presence, someone whose ambitions and desires aren’t ordinary. Your ideas are big and bold, and your mind ventures into places that others might not even think to explore. You offer fresh perspectives that are mentally stimulating and revitalizing for those around you. When people talk to you, they can’t help but want more of your thoughts and ideas because you challenge their perceptions and spark curiosity in a way no one else does.

You also give off the vibe of being the “cool” person, surrounded by a variety of friends with all sorts of interests. Whether you’re the cool girl with diverse, fun-loving friends or the cool guy who can fit into any crowd, people feel like you belong everywhere. Even if you’re a loner, you’re still a popular one—people are drawn to you, and they want to be around you. You effortlessly connect with all kinds of people, making everyone feel like they want to know what’s going on in your life.

And beyond just being fascinating, you’re also incredibly giving. You’d give the shirt off your back for someone in need, and people admire that about you. You have a genuine, kind heart, and it shows. People are drawn to your altruism, your desire for peace, love, and fairness. Your energy creates a sense of hope and goodness, and that’s why everyone wants to be near you—they’re inspired by the way you exude warmth and positivity.

♓️🐟 Pisces Rising: Your main character energy shines through when you walk into a room—it’s as if everyone else has entered a different dimension. You bring such a unique vibe and energy that it’s undeniable, and it instantly refreshes the atmosphere. People can’t help but feel intrigued by you; they want to get to know you better and see you as someone to be respected—someone who knows something they don’t. You have this well of knowledge that they feel they could tap into.

Your features are soft, and your presence is equally gentle. You have an artistic, loving, and radiant energy, and your skin seems to glow. Even if you wear a neutral expression, you might come off as distant, but the moment you smile, you completely transform. It’s as if you become warm and approachable, radiating sweetness and innocence, like a child. People sense your sensitivity and delicate soul, which makes them instinctively treat you with kindness and respect. They don’t want to mess with you because they believe that if they do, karma will catch up with them.

They also love being around you because of your creative mind. You come up with ideas effortlessly—ideas that others might spend days trying to figure out. Your creativity is so natural, and it draws people to you. You have this loving energy that makes others feel cared for. Whether it’s a friend or a stranger, people feel like they can talk to you and open up, as if you’re a warm, cozy blanket or a soothing cup of tea. You have an aura that makes people feel safe and understood.

There’s a side of you that’s all about people—you genuinely care about others, and it shows. You have this unique ability to connect with anyone, making everyone feel like you’re their person. People are drawn to you, and they feel like you’re their soulmate, friend-mate, or twin flame. It’s not just about being around you—it’s about the energy you give off, which makes everyone feel special.

You also exude this relaxed vibe. Even when things might be tough for you, you carry yourself in a way that lets others know you’re not focused on conflict. You’re easygoing and a good time to be around. You know how to make any situation enjoyable, and others seek you out because they know you have the secrets to fun and adventure. Your mystical aura and carefree, love-life spirit make people want to be around you forever.

[mohima21]

Roommate affairs (18+)

Leehan and Taesan (boynextdoor)

Warnings: threesome, overstimulation, voyeurism, praise kink, voice kink, female reader, corruption kink, no protection (wrap it up folks), porn without plot.

Word count: 3.8k

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the members in any way.

Leehan and taesan were in the living room talking about random things, both sitting on the couch.

You suddenly came out of your room only in shorts and a tight tank top, since you've been working out for a while.

Leehan's eyes widened slightly as he took in your appearance, his gaze lingering on your bare arms and legs before he quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Taesan, look…” he whispers, trying to get his friend's attention without drawing your notice.

You walked to the kitchen counter and made yourself some coffee. “Do you guys want coffee?”

Taesan follows Leehan's gaze and also notices your outfit. He smirks at Leehan's evident discomfort and nods slowly, leaning back on the couch to enjoy the show. “We'd love some, wouldn't we, Leehan?” he prompts, nudging his friend with his elbow.

“Alright, lemme make you some,”

Leehan watches you walk to the kitchen, his eyes fixed on your back and legs. He can't help but feel a flutter in his chest and his heart races slightly. He glances over at Taesan, who is smiling knowingly at him. Fucking hell, Taesan…

“Leehan, you want sugar?”

Leehan swallows hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. “Sugar…” He nods, his mouth too dry to speak. He watches as you lean into the cabinet to get the sugar, his eyes drawn to the way your shorts ride up.

As you struggle to reach the top shelf, due to your lack of height,

Taesan, still sitting on the couch, chuckles softly at the sight of Leehan struggling to contain himself. He gets up and walks over to the kitchen counter, standing behind you. “Let me help you with that.”

Taesan freezes as he feels your ass brush against his front. His breath hitches slightly and he has to take a deep breath to compose himself. He reaches up to get the sugar, his arm brushing against your side in the process. “There you go…”

“Thanks, tae!”

Leehan watches as Taesan helps you, his jealousy flaring up. He clenches his fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He watches as you bend over to put the sugar away, his eyes glued to the way your shorts cling to you.

“Leehan, you need something?”

Leehan jumps slightly at the sound of his name, his heart pounding in his chest. He turns to face you, his eyes still fixed on your outfit. 

“Y-yeah... could you... could you pass me the creamer?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly. “It's on the top shelf…”

“Oh yeah lemme just-” of course you fail to reach the top shelf.

You struggle to reach the creamer, stretching as high as you can on your tiptoes. Leehan watches, his heart racing as he sees how hard you're trying and failing. He opens his mouth to offer to help, but before he can say anything, Taesan speaks up.

"Let me get it," Taesan says, stepping up behind you once more.

 He reaches up effortlessly, his tall frame easily able to reach the top shelf. As he leans up, he grins mischievously at Leehan, intentionally brushing against you again.

“T-Thanks!”

Leehan's grip on the counter tightens as he watches Taesan brush against you. His face contorts with barely concealed jealousy. He looks between you and Taesan, his mind racing with thoughts he can't control. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“Leehan? You look kinda flustered,”

Leehan's eyes snap to you, a blush spreading across his cheeks at your observation. He swallows hard, his heart hammering in his chest. 

“I-I'm fine! It's just... it's a bit warm in here, don't you think?”

“Oh really?”

Leehan nods eagerly, pulling at his collar to fan himself. He can't admit to you that it's not the temperature that's got him flustered, but rather the sight of Taesan touching you. He takes a sip of his coffee, scalding his mouth in the process.

“You guys wanna watch something?”

Leehan nods eagerly, grateful for the change of subject. He follows you to the couch, his eyes glued to your back. Taesan smirks knowingly, noticing Leehan's behavior and filing it away for later. 

"What do you want to watch?"

“Idk, you pick.”

Leehan looks at the TV screen, his mind blank. He can't focus on anything other than your presence next to him. He jabs at random buttons on the remote until Taesan grabs it from him.

 “Watch it slacker,”

Taesan flips through channels before settling on an action movie.

“Hmmm I love his body,” you point towards the handsome male lead actor.

Leehan's jaw tightens as he stares at the actor on the screen. He feels a surge of jealousy, wishing it was his body you were admiring instead. He crosses his arms over his chest, glowering at the TV. 

"Yeah, he's alright."

“I loooove men who have bodies like those!”

Taesan raises an eyebrow, glancing between you and Leehan with an amused expression. He can practically see the steam coming out of Leehan's ears. 

"Is that so?" Leehan's voice is strained as he forces a laugh. 

"Well, I guess we all have our types."

“Omg what if he gets caught?!” You get scared for the male lead and link arms with taesan and leehan.

Leehan tenses beside you, his arm rigid under your grasp. He looks at Taesan, who just grins mischievously and relaxes his arm so you can intertwine your fingers with his. Leehan sulks silently, stewing in jealousy. "Don't worry, he'll be fine,"

Leehans hands brush your thigh suddenly, his eyes flicker to the accidental contact, his heart racing as he quickly looks away, pretending he didn't feel anything. But his hands remain still, lingering on your thigh. 

"So, what's your type then?" 

Taesan asks, his voice low and curious.

“Umm...I like long haired guys with semi muscular bodies and feminine face along with a deep voice.”

Leehan's breath hitches as he listens to your description, his mind racing with thoughts of himself fitting those criteria. He glances at Taesan, who notices the look on his face and smiles knowingly. Leehan quickly looks back at the TV, his hands still on your thigh. "That's..."

“hmm?”

"...specific." Leehan swallows hard, inching his fingers closer to your knee. He can't help but feel encouraged by your description, hoping it's a hint that you're interested in him.

 "And... voice?"

“Deep voice is nice for...you know,”

You admit shyly.

Leehan's mind immediately jumps to you-know-what, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to play it cool, but his voice wavers ever so slightly. "Oh, yeah...that's nice." He inches his fingers even closer, his thumb brushing against your knee.

You get flustered but don't budge, secretly liking the contact.

Leehan notices your flustered reaction and feels a thrill of excitement. He takes it as a good sign that you're not pulling away from his touch. Encouraged, he slides his hand fully onto your knee, squeezing gently. "I have a deep voice..."

“I know,” you look away, a blush creeping up your neck.

Leehan's grin widens at your shy response. He feels emboldened and slides his hand further up your thigh, his touch becoming more confident.

 "You like it?" He leans in closer, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Is it nice for...you know?"

“Hmmm....I think it feels nice,” your confession catches him off guard, the fact that you might have been secretly into his voice this whole time.

Leehan's hand tightens on your thigh, his breath hitching. He leans even closer, his lips brushing against your neck. "Just nice?" He whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Or...really nice?"

“R-Really n-nice,” you breathe heavily.

Leehan's touch becomes more insistent, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. He nuzzles your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "And what about...this?" He asks softly, his fingers brushing against a sensitive spot. "Is this...really nice too?"

“Y-Yes,” you quietly moan.

Leehan's eyes light up at your quiet moan, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He presses his fingers against the sensitive spot, rubbing gently. At the same time, he reaches out with his other hand and gently takes your chin, turning your face towards him. "Look at me,"

You get super flustered but obey him and look straight into his boba eyes.

Leehan's eyes meet yours, now burning with intensity and desire. He leans in until his lips are a mere inch from yours. "You're so cute when you're flustered," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I want to kiss you so badly right now."

“What's stopping you?”

A soft groan escapes Leehan's lips, as he presses his them firmly against yours. His hand on your thigh tightens, pulling you closer. The kiss is deep and insistent, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth. He's not gentle, his desire for you overwhelming.

You moan again, feeling taesan's hands groping your chest.

Leehan's kiss grows more passionate, his hands roaming over your body. Meanwhile, Taesan's hands remain on your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, his touch gentle yet firm. Leehan's kisses trail down to your neck, his teeth gently biting into your skin.

“Ahhhhnggghhhhhh fuckkkkk~”

Leehan chuckles darkly against your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs. Taesan's hands slip under your unbuttoned shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Leehan looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a mischievous grin on his face. "You like that?"

“I...don't...know.... I've n-never done t-this before…”

Leehan's grin widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Then let us show you.” 

His hands grip your thighs, pulling you forward. Taesan's arms wrap around you from behind, his hands slowly mapping out your chest. You stare at both males in confusion.

Leehan smirks, amused by your reaction. He kisses along your jawline, his hands sliding up to your hips. "It's going to feel even better," he promises, his voice a low purr. Taesan's hands move lower, his fingers teasing the waistband of your pants.

“Is it alright?” Taesan asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, probably the most obvious answer of your life.

Leehan pulls back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs gently caress your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “Looks more than alright," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine care and desire. "We want to make you feel good. Really good."

“please~”

Leehan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He leans in for another kiss, his hands sliding down to your wrists. He gently brings your hands up to rest on Taesan's shoulders. "Hold onto him," he instructs softly, before turning to Taesan.

“w-what are you-”

Leehan leans over to whisper something into Taesan's ear. Taesan nods, a playful grin spreading across his face. He wraps his arms around you tightly, his hands splayed across your back. Leehan's hands slide down to your thighs, gently parting them.

Leehan's fingers deftly unbutton and unzip your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "We're both going to make you feel good, okay? But I'll go first."

“o-okay~”

Leehan leans forward, his face pressing against your stomach. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with excitement. Then, without any further warning, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue eagerly licking and sucking at your most sensitive spot. "Mmmm, you taste so good,"

You try to suppress your moans, but fail as he continues his ministrations.

Leehan's hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he continues his enthusiastic oral exploration. Taesan's hands move to your chest, kneading the soft flesh and teasing your nipples. The dual stimulation proves to be overwhelming, and soon you can't help but let out a loud moan.

You close your eyes and get overwhelmed by both of them stimulating your most sensitive parts.

Leehan's fingers join his mouth, slowly thrusting in and out of you in rhythm with his tongue. Taesan's hands slip down to your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helps to lift you up and down, encouraging you to move against Leehan's mouth. "Let go,"

“it feels...weird…”

"it's normal," Leehan mumbled, his mouth still busy. His tongue lapped at you, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his mouth hot and wet. Taesan's fingers pinched your hardened nubs. "Just relax, and enjoy,"

“ahhhhhhh-”

Leehan's fingers curl upwards, finding that sensitive spot inside of you. His tongue flicks out, lapping at you as his fingers massage that spot. He can feel you tensing, your body drawing closer to release. Leehan pulls back, his fingers still moving inside of you.

“its so good, hannie,” you moan out as you cum hard around Leehan's long digits.

Leehan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean. He leans up, pressing a messy kiss to your mouth. "I'm glad you like it, He whispers, before turning to Taesan. 

You wait in anticipation for what is to happen next.

"She's all yours now," Leehan tells Taesan with a grin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Taesan grins mischievously, his hands sliding up to your waist. He lifts you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Wrap your arms around my neck,"

“o-okay…”

Taesan carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the soft mattress. He crawls onto the bed, settling between your parted thighs. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Do I have your permission, pretty?”

“Yes, please!”

Taesan leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands guide himself to your entrance, gently pushing forward. He's gentle, inching in slowly, giving you time to adjust. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he looks into your eyes. "Okay?"

“ahhhhh....it's so… different…”

Taesan smiles, his heart swelling with love and affection for you. He slowly starts to move, his hips gently rocking back and forth, his length slowly sliding in and out of you. He keeps his pace slow and gentle, savoring the feeling of being inside you. "So warm... so tight..."

“Oh my god…Tae!”

Taesan grins, his hips starting to pick up speed. He leans down, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you with each thrust.

“tae...ahhh...It's so…good…”

Taesan's heart races, his love for you overwhelming him. He starts to move again, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. He reaches down, his fingers finding your sensitive clit. He rubs it in circles, his other hand holding your hip in place. "Hold on, baby..."

“Fuckkk...” your moans were probably heard by all your neighbors at this point, but you were too fucked out to care about such trivial matters.

Taesan's movements become more urgent, his breaths coming in harsh gasps. He looks down at where you two are connected, his length disappearing and reappearing from your tight warmth with each thrust. His fingers on your clit move faster, your body starting to shake. "I'm close..."

You moan loudly while Taesan keeps hitting that one spot, creating a bulge on your lower belly. Taesan's vision starts to blur, his entire focus on the feeling of you wrapped around him, your walls clenching around his length. With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering as you both reach your climax. "AH FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Taesan groans in your ears.

“ahhhhhhhhhh taeeee~”

As Taesan finishes, he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He grins against your lips, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his release. He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "Sorry... was I too rough?"

You struggle to breathe slowly as you murmur, “No, It was perfect,” 

Taesan smiles softly, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you... so much..." He whispers, his arms tightening around you possessively. 

Leehan gets up from his seat, on his pants a very visible wet spot forming, indicating his recent release.  “

Oh won't I get a turn too?” He approaches your now spent form.

"I'll be patient," Leehan chuckles softly, wiping his hands clean with a tissue. "I’ll give you time to recover, then it's my turn, " He climbs onto the bed, snuggling up behind you, pressing his body against yours.

"

“Hmmm...Hannie...Tae fucked me so good…”

"He sure did," Leehan murmurs, his hands slowly roaming over your curves possessively. "But now it's my turn, " He nuzzles your neck, his hands slowly parting your thighs. His fingers trail up, gently playing with your wet, puffy folds.

“ahhh...I'm sensitive!”

"Shh...I'll be gentle..." Leehan whispers soothingly, his touch feather-light. He slowly massages your swollen flesh, gently parting your folds. He feels you tense, your hips jerking slightly. "That's it, relax for me, baby..."

You shake on Leehan's hands, turning putty under his gentle yet confident touches.

"Good girl..." Leehan praises softly, his fingers slowly pushing into you. He pumps his fingers in and out slowly, allowing you time to adjust. He leans down, his tongue flicking out to lap at your backside. He grins, his breath warm on your skin.

“Hannie...I think I'm gonna…”

"That's it, baby...let it happen," Leehan encourages, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue swirling around your backdoor. He feels you tense, your body shaking as your orgasm hits. He continues to lick and finger you through your climax, helping to prolong it. "Come on, baby..."

“Ahhhh...hahhhhhh...hnggghhhh…”

Leehan licks and fingers you 

through your entire orgasm, not stopping until you're completely spent. He slowly pulls his fingers out, his tongue gently sweeping over your sensitive flesh. "There's my good girl," He praises, pressing a gentle kiss to your backside.

“Hannie...it felt so good…”

"I'm glad, baby," Leehan smiles, crawling up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your hips back against him. He grinds his hips against yours, his erection becoming evident. "Now, I want to feel you wrapped around me."

“Ahhh...but I j-just came so many times…”

"Shh...I know, baby. We'll take it slow," Leehan murmurs, his hands gently kneading your hips. He reaches down, guiding his length to your entrance. He rubs the tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your arousal.

You moan loudly, unable to contain your sudden rush of arousal. 

"That's it, baby...get nice and wet for me," Leehan encourages, his tip pressing against your entrance. He pushes slowly, his length stretching you out. He holds still, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Breathe, baby...just breathe..."

“Hannie you're soo...biiig....”

"I know, baby...but you can take it," Leehan reassures, his hands gently rubbing your hips. He starts to push in slowly, his length disappearing inch by inch into your tight warmth. He holds still, his forehead resting against your back. "You're so fucking tight...fuck..."

"Look at you...taking me so well..." Leehan praises, his fingers gripping your hips. He starts to move, his hips pulling back and snapping forward. He sets a slow, steady pace, his length gliding in and out of your slick heat. "Touch yourself, baby..."

“I-I can't…”

"Yes, you can. Reach down and play with your clit while I fuck you," Leehan commands, his pace remaining slow and steady. He reaches over, his hand gently wrapping around yours. He guides your fingers to your clit, pressing gently. "Touch it, baby..."

“b-but…”

"No 'buts'...just do it..." Leehan insists, his voice firm. He feels your fingers slowly uncurl, your touch light as you tentatively start to rub your swollen nub. "That's it, baby...now, open your eyes and look at Tae..."

You obey him, as you look in front of you and find a very impatient Taesan now jerking off to you and Leehan fucking.

"Look at him, baby...look at how turned on he is watching me make love to you," Leehan instructs, his own eyes flicking to Taesan. He watches as you slowly turn your head, your eyes fluttering open to take in the sight of Taesan slowly stroking himself.

"That's it, baby...keep your eyes on him while I make love to you," Leehan murmurs, his pace slowly quickening. He grins wickedly, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "Maybe, if you're a good girl, we'll let him join in..."

“but...I cant....”

"You can, kitten...and you will," Leehan growls, his hips snapping forward harder. He leans down, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Now, be a good kitten and cum for me...show Taesan how much you love having your tight little pussy stretched and filled..."

“don't say that...it's so…”

"Shameful? Naughty? Dirty?” Leehan breathes against your ear, his voice low and sultry. He feels you tense, your body growing hotter and tighter around his length. "Come on, baby..."

“fuckkk..leehan…”

"That's it, baby...keep your eyes on him while you fall apart," Leehan encourages, his pace quickening. He grins wickedly, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. "You look so beautiful like this..."

“I think I'm gonna…cum…”

"Look at me," Leehan commands, his pace quickening further. He leans down, his eyes boring into yours. He feels your body tense, your muscles clamping down around him as your release nears. "Come for me, baby...come for both of us..."

You cum hard, the moans flowing freely, until you go limp in Leehan's warm embrace.

"Beautiful...just beautiful," Leehan praises, his own release mixing with your fluids as he spills into you. He grins mischievously, his arms wrapping around your waist and picking you up. "Now, let's get you cleaned up...then maybe Taesan can have a turn."

“i-i cant...cum again!”

"You can, and you will," Leehan insists, carrying you to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter, his hands gently parting your thighs. He grins mischievously, his fingers playing with your puffy, wet folds. "Besides, we promised Taesan, remember?"

“we d-did?”

"Mhm...remember?" Leehan hums, his fingers gently probing at your entrance. He leans down, his tongue sweeping through your folds. He laps at your release, his tongue cleaning you thoroughly. "He was so good watching us...don't you think he deserves a turn?"

You nod weakly, making Leehan's eyes soften with adoration.

"Good girl," Leehan praises, his voice low and sultry. He straightens, his hands parting your thighs wider. He grins mischievously, his eyes meeting Taesan's in the mirror.

 "Come here, Taesan...our girl needs to be cleaned up.”

[luvendiary]

game night / f. weasley

fred weasley x reader

summary: game night takes a twist

The party had started to die down by the time Hermione had decided to leave for the night. It was one of the famous Gryffindor parties the twins throw whenever they won a Quidditch match or they just felt as if things at Hogwarts needed a bit more of excitement, this one in particular was the former. Even though you yourself prefered a night in talking with her roommates or reading, she couldn’t deny that once in a while a party was pretty fun.

After Hermione had announced that she was heading up for bed, you had made your way towards the couch by the fireplace. You weren't ready to head up to bed just yet, so instead you just sat next to Harry and Ron.

“Tired?” the raven-haired boy asked.

“Not quite.”

And that’s how the group found themselves playing truth or dare. Harry, Ron, Angelina, Fred, Geroge, Katie, Ginny, and yourself sat spread out in front of the fireplace. You were currently drawing on Harry’s hand with a pen she had brought back last summer, a habit youhad picked up over time.

“Alright! I’ll start!” George announced before focusing his attention on Ginny. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said with a smirk.

“I dare you to steal Filch’s cat and dress it in Slytherin robes.”

Chuckles and giggles could be heard between the friends, knowing that Ginny was never one to turn a dare down.

Ginny stood up and walked over to the portrait, not before glaring at George who was snickering along with his twin brother.

Moments later, Ginny rushed inside the room with a set of robes on one hand, and Mrs. Norris on the other.

You burst out laughing as Ginny set the cat down in the center of the group and dressed it with the Slytherin robes.

The night went on and the laughter in the room only increased, Angelina and George had made out and they were now sitting next to each other holding hands. Katie had not been able to talk for the last 3 rounds and Harry and Ron were now sitting on the couch wearing a huge oversized shirt that said “This is our get along shirt” on it.

“Okay,”Fred said as he looked around the room, his eyes eventually falling on you, “Alright. Dove. Truth or dare?”.

You hesitated, your eyes flicking toward Fred, who sat just across from you. Your heart gave a little jump as his gaze met yours, bright with expectation. You’d harbored a crush on Fred Weasley for quite some time now, though you’d never once entertained the idea that he might feel the same way. Not that it stopped your cheeks from heating whenever he so much as looked your way. It didn’t help that he had publicly used the nickname he reserved for you in private whenever he teased you.

“Truth,” you said finally, forcing yourself to sound calm. You could see George and Fred exchange a knowing look, and your heart pounded a bit faster.

Fred raised an eyebrow, pretending to think for a brief moment. “Alright, then,” he said slowly. “Do you want to kiss me?”

Your pulse raced, the words settling into the air like a firework, bright and unexpected. Just for a second, your eyes widened, but you managed to play it cool. “Dare,” you replied, biting back a smile.

The room went silent for a second, everyone waiting, wide-eyed. And then, without skipping a beat, Fred leaned in closer. “I dare you to kiss me.”

Your heart skipped a beat as the words left his mouth, a playful, challenging glint in his eyes. In a flash, you felt every gaze on you, the entire room seemingly holding its breath.

"Never have I ever!" you blurted out, without skipping a beat. You quickly grabbed the small cup of pumpkin juice by your side, lifting it to your lips in defiance.

Smirking at him you stared as the rest of the group raucously laughed at him. George held on to his shoulders and shook his twin as he loudly muttered something along the lines of “she got you so bad mate.”

Fred however, did not look the least bit deterred. Although the4 entire room’s attention seemed to be on him, his gaze was pinned on you shamelessly. He smirked back. “You can’t escape that easily, dove,” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear. His words made your stomach flip, but on the outside you played it cool.

In response you just shrugged your shoulders. “We’ll see about that”.

The game continued, everyone diving back into their dares and questions with gusto, but every now and then, your eyes would drift to Fred. And whenever they did, he’d be watching you, that playful grin never wavering.

Once everybody decided they were tired enough to call it a night you found yourself making your way back to your dorm room. But you wouldn’t get rid of that redhead with ease.

“So…” he called out from down the stairs, hands in his pockets, “was that a no?”

You tilted your head slightly and walked down the stairs. A light skip in your step, as the alcohol had your veins buzzing.

He leaned against the archway and a bit closer to you, his voice softening. “Or is it that you just prefer your kisses to be on your terms?”

You smiled mischievously before slowly standing on your tippy toes and placing the softest of kisses on Fred’s lips.

“How about you draw your own conclusions, Weasley,” you whispered before heading up the stairs, leaving a lovestruck Fred Weasley behind.

[halfwayhearted]

Hi girl i love your work sm,

would you be able to do one with marc bernal and he’s really touchy with the reader and he’s just obsessed with her and has to be near her all the time

tysm xxx

For Lovers — Marc Bernal.

Pairing: Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader

Summary: Marc won’t leave you alone, you don’t really mind.

Word Count: 700+

Disclaimer/s — Just tooth-rotting fluff, uh. Freak yeah.

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I love you and I loved this request. BOOOOM SHAKALAKA. YES GAAAAWD. I’M SICK.

The night was going smoothly. You’d invited Marc over for a night in, something you two often liked to do. With him having to practice and travel, you would take whatever time with him you could get.

Lifting your head up and off his chest, you’re met with a disappointed groan. “What’s wrong now?”

“You’re moving. Why’re you moving?” He asked.

“You’re not bored?” Your tone was confused. All you guys were doing was watching movies. How was he not at all bored? “Let’s make some food?”

Food. Okay, he could eat. “Yeah, let’s do that.” And with that, he reluctantly releases his hold on you and moves to stand, his hands not wanting to be off you for long. When he helps you to your feet, his hand rests on the small of your back for whatever reason. This was your house; he didn’t necessarily need to guide you, well, anywhere.

Once you both enter your kitchen, you open your refrigerator and glance at whatever ingredients you spot first, hoping that the second you lay your eyes on something, a recommendation will pop into your mind. That’s what you always did.

Thankfully, it does! It’s simple, but it could work. “So! How does a quesadilla sound? Is that good?”

“Mhm,” Marc hums, his gaze trained on yours like he was following your every move. It makes you nervous. You know you should be used to it by now, although you don’t think you ever could be.

Taking out everything needed, you switch on the stove, your body turning to face him while you wait for it to heat up. “What’s next on our list? We could start a show and only watch it when we’re together. I have a bunch that we could start.”

The boy tilts his head. “Yeah? Tell me about them, then we can choose,” he says, leaning against the counter. Again with the eye contact. Oh… okay.

“Well—” you found yourself unable to even start under the intensity of his gaze, and you swallow. “Can you, uh, can you grab the cheese for me?”

He doesn’t answer you, but he follows through with your request. That’s when you start to speak. “Oh, wait! We can watch ‘Outer Banks’! Have you heard of it? About the treasure and all that?”

Yes, he has. You seem excited to talk about it, so he finds himself shaking his head no. Setting the cheese down next to the stove, he’s already by your side, his hand finding yours on the countertop, fingers drawing shapes. The first being a heart. Then, he flickers his gaze to yours, watching how you talk about how the show has been on your ‘must watch’ list for a year, you just never had the chance to go through with it.

“Marc? Are you even listening to me?” You laugh.

That’s when he blinks. How long have you been finished explaining? “Yeah. Yes. Let’s watch.”

“Perfect! Just give me, like, ten minutes. You can go sit down if you want. What drink would you want? Look in the fridge and let me know, ‘Kay?”

“I’ll wait. I can wait for you,” he shrugs. “Tell me more about the show. Or is that all you know?”

“That’s all I know. We can talk theories about it?”

The sound of his laugh is like music to your ears, tugging the corners of your lips into a soft smile. You don’t know why he’s laughing. “How can we talk theories if neither of us have watched it?”

Your eyebrows pull together at that, and suddenly you’re frowning. “Fine. Let’s talk predictions?”

“Let’s talk predictions. How about you start," Marc suggests. Of course, he’d want you to start. You just never really know why. Not that you were complaining or anything, though.

To him, it was just so he could hear your voice. Yes, he listened. He always listened. The fact that he could listen to you ramble on and on for probably hours and still be able to repeat and ask questions made you want to do nothing but tell him how deeply in love with him you were.

And he’d want nothing more than to do the same.

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DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq ! ౨ৎ

[pond-froggie]

When Ford was living in the shack alone, he came across a creature that towered over him with lanky limbs, protruding bones, and antlers coming out of its skull. He of course dedicated a page to it in his journal. He realized the creature was trying to communicate with him but he was never able to understand what it was trying to say. He then kept discovering other anomalies and moved on from it. 

However, it would knock on his windows and door and be especially persistent when it was raining. It always followed Ford around whenever he was in the forest, indirectly chasing off other creatures. He got fed up with it keeping him awake at night so he set traps, nothing to hurt it but just to get it suck in a way that it can get out on its own so it stays away. And it works. Ford only ever saw it in the corner of his eye. Ford then meets Bill, builds the portal, realizes he made a mistake, Stan comes, Ford goes through the portal. 

Stan has journal one which he can't fix the portal with on its own so he goes searching in the forest for the other journals. He can't find them. He breaks down and yells and sits in the middle of the forest and cries where no one can hear him. Or so he thinks. 

He somehow hears rustling of leaves through his sobbing and he looks up from his hands and finds a beast towering over him. His breath catches in his throat and he tries to scramble away but he's too shaky from his breakdown. 

The beast looks at him curiously before going down on all fours and showing its neck. That seems to calm Stan down. He thought that all the weird creatures in the journal were just some form of creative expression but he remembered seeing something like this. 

Stan pulled the journal out and flipped through it eventually finding the page. He showed the creature, feeling silly for a second until it nodded and pointed to itself. The creature slowly reached towards Stan, closing the journal before pointing to the six fingered hand on the cover then to Stan's five fingered hand and making a confused trill. 

“Ohhh buddy, you're not going to believe this.” 

Turns out he did believe it. 

Stan explained everything, the creature looked sad but not all too shocked. Stan asked if it was close to Ford. The creature made a pained grunt and showed him with leaves. 

It took one red leaf and had it move around from leaf to leaf before stopping at a leaf with a pebble on it. The red leaf moved away from it but the leaf with the pebble followed. The creature made angry grunts and growls before leaving the leaf with the pebble behind again but the leaf with the pebble still followed, just out of sight. 

“That makes two of us… Wait! So you know where the other journals are!” 

The creature nodded. 

“I need them to fix the portal. Can you show me where they are?” 

The sun had set by the time Stan had all three journals in his possession. He rushed back to the cabin but stopped at the door, looking back at the creature standing just at the edge of the treeline. 

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, I promise.”

The next day, Stan found him in the clearing behind the cabin. He brought along the three journals, books he thought might be relevant, and notebooks that were filled with Fords equations. He plopped it all on the ground and threw himself down along with it.

“Buddy, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm never going to get him out of there. I never even graduated highschool, how the hell am I supposed to understand all this?” Stan pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes till spots formed. 

Stan listened to the papers rustling and figured there was no harm in letting the creature look. He then felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled his hands from his eyes and looked up at him. 

“What.”

The creature tapped his finger against the pages so Stan looked. He pointed to different topics in the textbook then to different equations and sections in the portal drawings. 

“You saw him do all this?” 

The creature shook his head. He pointed to himself, then to his head, then to the pages. 

“You KNOW this stuff!” 

He made a ‘so so’ hand gesture.

Stan's excitement slid off his face and was replaced with sadness. 

“You weren't always like this, were you?”

The creature shook his head sadly. 

“Is there a way I can cure you?”

The creature's eyes went wide before he nodded. 

Stan pushed the pencil and paper towards the creature but he just shook his head. After some back and forth they figured out a communication method. It was slow, but worked. The creature would point to words in all the books and Stan would figure out what he was trying to say from that. 

The cure was simple. Gnome spit, fairy dust, unicorn snot, and manotaur sweat. Mix together and wipe it on his forehead. 

Yeah… Simple.

The gnomes were more than happy to give some spit if it meant getting the creature out of their forest. They also gave a discount on fairy dust for the price of one pb&j. Stan found the unicorns and started insulting the mane of the first one he saw, making it cry. He watched the Manotaurs for a while and his first plan was to challenge one to arm wrestle until he saw one snap a small tree like a twig. So he challenged them to stand on hot coals. Good thing they aren't well acclimated to humans and dont know that human feet don't look like Ford's temperature proof boots. 

Stan hiked back down to the cabin and gathered all the ingredients together. 

“You better be a cute human.” Stan groaned, glaring up at the beast most only have nightmares about currently sitting and grinning like a dog about to get a treat. 

He smeared it across his forehead and nothing happened for a few seconds until he collapsed on the ground and started writhing in pain. Stan watched as his bones contorted and skin grew in places where there wasn't before, but where there was supposed to be. 

He was turning human. 

After an agonizing minute of Stan listening to the pained growls turn into groans and yells into words and pants, a human is left lying on the ground. He holds his hands in front of him and stares at them, smiling. 

“Ugh, spit, snot, ‘n sweat? Really?!” The man wipes the mixture off his forehead. “Thank you Stanley.” He smiles up at him. 

“Uh, yeah, ‘course.” Stan rubs the back of his neck. The two smile at each other for a little bit before the man startles out of it. 

“Oh! I’m sure you have questions and now that I can talk, I’d be glad to answer them.” 

“What about your name?” 

“Oh good golly how could I forget. Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Well Fidds, how about you get settled and some real food in you that isn’t whatever you were eating out there, and then we can get to the questions.” Stan gestures to the cabin behind him. 

“That would be nice.”

When they manage to get Ford out he asks Fiddleford who he is. He grabs the journal and opens to his page and explains the curse. 

“Im surprised someone like Stanley could figure out how to communicate with you.”

“I opened the portal once to get you out, I could open it again to shove you back in, again. And I know how you treated Fidds when he was cursed, you were too stupid to see he was trying to talk to you.”

“I had more important things to work on. Besides, I would have gotten it eventually.”

“Ya barely even tried…”

~~~~~

LORE

Fiddleford told his wife he wanted a divorce and she conveniently has a witch friend that she got to place a curse on him. He wasn't able to make the cure himself or be there when the ingredients were collected. When he was cursed, he was told how to make the cure and its impossible for him to forget it. He was unable to talk or write. As for how he got to Gravity Falls… something something weirdness magnet- I don't know. 

[warlordfelwinter]

The Lash of Bhaal

[rubyfunkey]

not being able to draw whenever i want to is having unexpected effects

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodles

[seaofreverie]

I will make any sort of sacrifice for art

[reloaderror]

Something just fucking crawled on me

[non-un-topo]

Wish there was an elixir that wasn't alcohol that you could take that just makes you write/draw and not care about the quality of your work or about what your potential audience might think

[lotusmesenpai]

OC/canon? In MY worldy warcraft?

It’s more likely than you think.

[plulp]

guys i'm so sorry i write so much i promise i'm trying to get better at it 😣 i just have so much to say all the time but i promise i'll try to tone it down since i don't want to clutter your dashes

[v-iv-rusty]

overgrown

[whumpy-wyrms]

ITS BEEN A MONTH SINCE TLLR CHAPTER 11????? WHAT