#intrigued to see where things go from here

[dykeriver]

⠀ fantastic. ⟨ ellie w. ⟩

❝ and i’m thinking of you while i’m up here higher than god. ❞

or ;; you and your girlfriend, ellie, decide to go a little out of her comfort zone.

wc: 3k

⠀cw + oneshot under the cut . . . !

⠀cw: sub!ellie, use of sextoys, dirty talk, exhibitionism (play in public), sub!ellie is bratty (per usual)

the car thrums to life around you, and you connect your phone. you scroll through your music for a moment before deciding to play one of your favorites, a song you’ve been addicted to for the past six months.

your girlfriend, ellie, sits in the passenger seat. per usual, fucking passenger princess, but that’s a story for another day. she fidgets a bit, always one to be moving in some sort of way. it’s a little different now, though, because you and ellie are doing some… exploring tonight.

she’d come to you with the idea a week ago, shuffling over to you nervously, eyes averted. you were immediately intrigued, immediately hooked on the idea. far out of ellie’s usual comfort zone, she had asked you to control a vibrator from your phone while you two eat at a local diner. you’re a little less than vanilla, admittedly, so the idea of controlling her pleasure… in public of all places, made electricity rush throughout your body.

to be trusted so fully, so wholly and utterly, made emotions bloom in your chest. that, however, is again, a story for another day.

“i’ll start easy on you,” you tell her, this sort of… evil glee already showing on your face.

she gives you an overexasperated — and very pink — glare, and you laugh at her. she’s so handsome, such a pretty little thing, and oh so easy to turn red. her hair sits against her neck, perpetually messy, and the eggshell colored shirt she wears sits loosely against her willowy figure. “mhm, sure you will,” ellie grumbles.

and just for that, you open a certain app on you phone and turn the vibrator to medium.

ellie yelps, slamming the door on her side and clenching her bony hands. “j-jesus you- you couldn’t even wait for me-e to close my door? fucking ruthless…”

you turn the vibrator back off and raise your eyebrows at her. “do you want to keep talking to me like that? when i have this in my hands? i’ll leave this thing on the whole car ride, ellie. don’t fucking test me.”

she sighs, tipping her head back and rolling her pale green eyes. “i get it,” she mutters.

just because you’re a little mean, you turn it up one more time. ellie’s face contorts, first in surprise and then in pleasure. her pink lips form a little ‘o’, and her spindly hands push against the console and the ridges of the passenger door. she lifts her hips a bit, thighs squeezing together.

“fuck,” she whispers, eyes jammed shut. “you h-hate me.”

“i hate you so much, yet here i sit, making you feel so good…” you nearly sing, reaching out to stroke your thumb across her cheek before pulling away to turn your device off and start the car.

ellie sinks back down into her seat after the toy calms, freckled face painted with a crimson blush. you’re excited to get her into the diner. maybe if you two get lucky you’ll find a booth in the back — somewhere slightly isolated where you can torture her.

you both spend the short ride to the diner in relative quiet, just humming along to the music, one of your hands on the wheel and the other on ellie’s thigh. not five minutes later you’re pulling into the small parking lot and walking in to take a seat at the perfect booth.

soft eighties rock plays from the red jukebox in the front. ellie’s got her back to the restaurant and yours to the wall, eyes facing the walkway. she’s shifting impatiently, eyes flicking around even though from her angle. she can’t lay eyes on anybody except you, though, and you’re the only one who can see ellie until the server comes.

ellie looks up at you, bottom lip pulled into a sulky pout.

“what?” you tease. “what’s the problem, baby?”

“when are you gonna… y’know…” she whispers, making eye contact with the wall beside her.

“when am i going to what, ellie?” you ask. you almost purr in satisfaction when she lets out a frustrated little grunt. she furrows her brows at you in annoyance. you cave and giggle, far too pleased with yourself. “go ‘head an’ tell me anytime, baby.”

“the toy, you fuckin’ asshole!” ellie whisper-yells, vexation clear in her tone. you grab her hand across the table in mock sympathy, pouting your own lip.

“oh!” you sing, pulling out the toy. you can see a waitress about to meander her way over out of the corner of your eye. “don’t worry, honey. we can play now.” you pull out your phone from out of your bag, resting it on your lap, just underneath the table. up, up, up, to the middle setting, the moment the waitress arrives.

she greets the two of them, deep red lipstick pretty and precise. “what drinks can i get you started with?”

you tell her you’ll have an iced water, and then you both turn your expectant gazes towards ellie. she’s pink again, eyes still clenched shut, hunched over the menu that’s been placed in front of her.

“…miss? what can i get you to drink?” the server tries again, a concerned and definitely confused expression on her face. she’s patient, though, and you give yourself a mental note to give the girl a nice tip.

ellie jolts, eyes opening. “um! what?” she scrambles, “oh. can i have a sprite?” she has the cutest, dumbest little face and god do you want to lean over the table and kiss her smack on the mouth, right in front of their poor server. your pink, already flustered girl.

“absolutely! i’ll go grab those for you and then i’ll be back to take your orders.” she turns and walks away, ponytail swaying as she does.

you turn your gaze away from the server and back to ellie, watching her eyes slip back in relief and her hands press against the table. you turn down the vibrator and she sags against the red booth. “okay, baby?” you ask, knowing full well what your girlfriend is about to say.

“you’re a dick,” ellie starts, “what happened to starting easy on me?”

“…oops!” you smile sweetly, not one ounce of regret evident in your voice. you reach across the table and take her hand into yours, rubbing your thumb against her knuckles soothingly and admiring the pretty tattoo on her arm. you trace your pointer finger against it, following the ink up to the moth and then back down again. “i’d apologize, but… i’m not actually sorry.”

she glares, and you raise an eyebrow. ellie sighs and leans back, rolling her eyes and glancing at the menu in front of her. she looks through it without another complaint, and by the time she pushes it to the side, you’re ready to play again.

you take your phone out again with your other hand, setting it on the table. ellie glances at it, lips pursing excitedly. she can act grumpy about this all she wants, but you know that she’s into it. possibly even more into it than you are.

“well?” you ask, tracing along her arm again. “ready?”

she nods, a bit shyly, and taps her free hand against the table, fingers drumming against the faux wood. “ready as i’ll ever be…” ellie breathes.

you open the app again, staring at the lowest possible setting. you’ve had some fun teasing her, now you’re ready to ease ellie into the craziest orgasm of her life. you can hear her breathing stutter at first, but besides that, there’s no other reaction. to this setting, at least.

the server comes over again to take their orders a few minutes later, and you lift the setting upwards. barely — you’re not even sure if ellie can feel the difference because of her lack of reaction. ellie sits there and tells the girl her order as if there isn’t a toy inside of her, vibrating against one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

“it’s not bad at all,” ellie brags after the server leaves, confident, cocky grin in tow. “i can definitely handle this.”

“okay,” you say simply, taking a sip of your water and sliding the setting up a bit higher.

ellie chokes on her sprite a bit, wiping at her nose with her sleeve and sending you an annoyed glance. “dick.”

you turn it up again, and ellie’s forehead is beginning to look damp underneath the light above the booth. every few seconds, you bring the setting up higher. she gets progressively more antsy, getting pinker and pinker, until a drip of sweat slides down her temple. ellie chokes on a barely held back whimper and swallows thickly. her face twitches, and you know that she’s making a conscious effort to hold back her expression. it gives you a wicked sort of satisfaction.

you lean towards her, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper. “with all your little glares and remarks… don’t forget that i have all the power here, sweetheart.”

and ellie can’t hold back her reaction to this, a strained grunt, lips pulled into a taut grimace. she nods her chin out to the side, pulling at the collar of her shirt like it’s too tight around her throat. you push the setting up more, and she lets out this loud, shuddered out breath of air. your poor baby.

“okay i-” she attempts to say, but a startled little ah slips through her open lips, cutting her off.

“quiet, ells. you don’t want everyone to hear you, do you?” you lecture, having too much fun being a little mean. “don’t you want to be a good girl, honey?”

if ellie’s face wasn’t red as a stop sign already, it certainly is now. her mouth opens and shuts a few times, most definitely going to say something bratty and then thinking better of it.

yeah, that’s your good girl.

“alrighty!” the server cuts in. you both whip your heads over at her in surprise, definitely far too suspiciously. you pull your phone back down into your lap, turning the toy back off to give ellie a breather. “there’s yours…” she says looking at you, placing down your plate of food in front of you. she grabs ellie’s plate. “and for you!” she glances back and forth between them, and a weird look crosses her face for a moment before she masks it. “um, is there… anything else i can get you two?”

“nope!” you and ellie say in unison. the server walks away without saying anything else, and your girlfriend snorts out this obnoxious laugh. you can’t help but burst into giggles as well, throwing an embarrassed hand over your face and nearly snorting.

“fuck,” ellie wheezes, stabbing a fork into her pancakes (obviously drenched in sugary, delicious blueberry syrup), “she definitely knows something’s up.”

you nod solemnly, but then burst into another round of giggles. ellie smiles at you affectionately as you laugh into your hand.

“anyways…” she breathes out, nudging your foot from under the table, “do you want to eat and then… continue this at the cinema?”

the rest of dinner is spent eating in a content, fond silence. you both finish quickly, evidently a little eager to finish up and get to the cinema. the food is good, though. it’s always good there, it being your favorite for a reason.

you wait for ellie to finish in the bathroom and then grab onto her hand as you both walk through the diner’s doors, ready for a short drive a few blocks over. you almost wish it was a little longer, longing to tease her a little more before you get there. you don’t, though, choosing to give ellie a little more time before you absolutely wreck her in the back corner of the theater.

when you get there, ellie pays for your tickets to a movie of her choice. you don’t actually pay attention to what it is, knowing neither of you will be putting much focus into watching most of it.

when you walk into the small, dark theater, it’s practically empty. there are a few people here and there, mostly near the middle of the room and nobody in the back. the night couldn’t turn out any more ideal. you tug ellie to the secluded corner, taking her all the way to the last row. any other time, you’d be bitching at her to put her glasses on. you’re thinking her eyes might be closed throughout a lot of this movie, though.

nobody else comes in before the commercials start rolling, and you think it’s a perfect time to start. you tug your phone out of your pocket, watching ellie as she takes a sip of her second sprite of the night. your phone shines brightly in your hand and you rush to turn down your brightness, blinking a few times at the for some reason unexpected flash of light. ellie is nonethewiser, snickering away at some stupid ad about theater candy. you open the app on your phone and gently buzz the toy to life.

ellie side eyes you, sticking her tongue out.

“i’ll bite that,” you threaten, very seriously.

and to that, she sticks her tongue out even further. you snort at her, flicking her shoulder and then all at once turning up the toy to the middle setting.

ellie jolts, whimpering and gripping onto the armrests of her seat for dear life. from the light of the screen, you can see her face dust in a pretty pink. she bites her soft bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth in an attempt to cut herself off from making any more sounds. you rest a hand high on her thigh, gently squeezing. in your other hand, your phone still sits, app open and thumb climbing just a bit higher before you turn the vibration down to the lowest setting again. ellie sags against the reclining theater chair, breathing a big gust of air out in a sigh.

you move take your hand off of her and reach for your candy, throwing a few pieces of the chocolate covered caramels into your mouth. the movie has started by now and you turn your gaze to the screen, chewing on the candies slowly. ellie watches you with a grumpy expression on her face, taking an annoyed swig from her too-big cup of soda.

you wait a few minutes before repeating the same thing, this time turning it up a bit higher and watching her bend in on herself, shoving a hand between her legs like the desperate little thing ellie really is. she hums out this swallowed down noise, low in her throat and enough to make your clit throb. you snatch her hand away and turn the toy off, not wanting her to have any form of relief quite yet.

“nooo,” she huffs, “i… why did you…?”

you don’t respond to her, looking back towards the screen. you throw a few more pieces of candy in your mouth and you can feel ellie’s eyes staring into you as she leans back into her seat. you give her about fifteen minutes before starting again, buzzing the toy up to just under the middle setting. you watch as ellie squeezes her thighs together, jaw clamping shut as she focuses on the feeling of the toy humming against her walls.“you’re doing so well, pretty girl.” you tell her quietly, leaning over to kiss her temple. she presses into you, needy for your touch and starving for your love.

“baby,” ellie says, hurriedly, “i. please.” she’s got her eyebrows scrunched up and foot tapping against the floor. “i need more.”

“more…?” you draw out, acting like you don’t understand what she means.

“fuck, c’mon. please, baby. please. i- turn it up higher.” she finally begs, pleading look in her pretty green eyes.

“good girl,” you breathe, turning up the vibrator to almost the highest setting.

ellie’s back arches against her seat, a hand shoved over her mouth in a frantic attempt to not let the whole theater know what the two of you are doing. “m-more,” she begs through her fingers, a sweet little squeak slipping out. she hiccups, “cl-ose.”

you reach over to her, unbuttoning her loose jeans and pushing your fingers underneath the fabric of ellie’s tight boxers. you slide them lower, lower until you reach her center. she’s dripping down past the toy, making a wet mess in her underwear and all over your fingers. your chest purrs with pleasure. you find her clit, swiping against the little button over and over, knowing exactly what she needs. this time, you allow her to curl into that peak of pleasure. when she cums, it’s with a quiet sob against her hand, eyes clenched shut and back still arched.

“that’s it baby,” you murmur throughout as she rides the waves of her orgasm, “you’re such a good girl. my good girl.” and when she whimpers in overstimulation, you shut off the toy, slowing your circles against her but not fully stopping them. “one more,” you hum. “just one more, then we can go home and i’ll really fuck you stupid.”

she nods, grinding into you needily. it doesn’t take long for her to cum again, your deft fingers working her clit just how ellie likes it. her thighs squeeze shut around your hand as she reaches her peak, hips lifting and pushing into you.

you wait a moment before pulling away, giving her some time to come down before taking your hand from her pants slowly, gently, not really wanting to stop touching ellie but knowing it’s time to get your her home.

“jeez,” she says after a minute, sounding a bit dazed. “i think i was a little into this or something.”

[bots-and-cons]

Have you ever played or seen subnautica? Just imagine Optimus and Megatron's reactions to a human reader who has some pet leviathans. Like, They gotta find a large relic in the ocean, so the reader is just like, "Oh! Let me call one of my bois for help! *clears throat* "Luci! Come here, my precious baby bean!" *Gargantuan leviathan comes out of the water*

A/N: I've never played Subnautica, but I have seen some clips of it, or at least I'm pretty sure. Idk if this ended up being any good, but at least I had fun writing it lol

~Megatron~

Megatron was waiting for you on the beach, and there was clearly something big in the water

Whatever it was, it seemed like it was waiting for something

Megatron kept an eye on it, because something so big couldn't possibly be harmless and the fact that it was lurking right under the surface, made him feel a bit uneasy

He was so focused on keeping an eye out, that when you finally got there, he didn't even notice at first

You had to talk to get his attention, and when you approached the water, he snatched you up because "It's not safe"

You ask him what he's talking about, and he tells you there's something ginormous in the water

You chuckle and tell him it's nothing to worry about, it's just your pet

Megatron blinked a few times, because how in the name of Primus could a small, fragile human have tamed something that big

You get your diving gear on and just tell Megatron to follow you into the water

The beach you're at, gets deep very quickly and there's just a sheer drop about 35 meters away from shore

Megatron follows you into the water, he just walks on the ocean floor, because a big ass hunk of metal such as him doesn't just float

When you're deep enough, Megatron finally sees what was in the water and the creature is like ten times bigger than he originally thought

He's immediately ready to fight this thing, but you get in between him and your little pet and motion for the leviathan to come closer

It reaches its tentacle towards you and you give it a little pet

Megatron is of course suspicious of this thing, but if it's gonna help him get an edge against the autobots, he doesn't really care that much

~Optimus Prime~

Optimus was aware you had some kind of plan on how to get to the relic as quickly as possible, but he was not aware of what it was

So when he got to the beach and you were sitting on a very odd looking rock near the shore, he asked what you had in mind

You told him "Luci's gonna help us. Right Luci?" you asked and patted the rock you were sitting on

The rock started moving and Optimus realized it was actually a giant tentacle

It brought you to shore and you told Optimus that "Luci" would take him to the relic

Optimus had to ask "And what exactly is Luci?"

You told him that Luci was your pet and a leviathan, and it knew exactly where he was supposed to go to get the relic

Luci happens to a bit of a hoarder, and has collected many items from the ocean, the relic being one of them

You know where its nest is, so when the relic's location showed up on the map, you knew it was there

You couldn't go with Optimus, because even if you went by boat and had enough air, the pressure most definitely wouldn't be good for you

Optimus is quite intrigued by this leviathan creature, because he wasn't aware anything organic could be this big, at least on earth

He is being cautious, but since you seem to trust the creature, he does too

When you tell Luci it's time to go, it grabs Optimus with one of its tentacles and off they go

[rikiislvr]

♥︎necklace (5) - nishimura riki

read part 1-4 to understand the plot better! (on my masterlist)

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

so much money.

that was far out of your budget. you were gonna have to work 10x more than usual the moment you came back. but it was worth it right?

you can go support him. and watch him perform with your own eyes.

this entire day you’ve been out shopping, you had to catch your flight tonight since the performance was literally tomorrow.

you finally got your hands on your outfit you were gonna wear to the concert, you hurried home, packing anything else that was necessary,

making sure to alarm your parents before you just randomly left to korea,

and just like that. you were now on your flight to korea, sitting in the seat looking out the window, watching the clouds pass by the night sky, you fiddled with your hands…

was this a good idea?

of course it was but.. would he get mad at you for just randomly showing up with no word? no.. he’ll be happy to see you.

you just hoped it wasn’t too much of a push.

you sighed and reclined your chair, closing your eyes, listening to the soft sounds from the plane as you fell asleep, drowning out all your thoughts.

-

you woke up to the sound of the pilot on the speakers, alarming the passengers that the plane will be landing in 10 minutes. you rub your eyes and sat up.

you check your phone, nothing much but… one message caught your eye. it was from niki.

“wish you were here to see me perform :)”

underneath it says it was sent with a translator, which made you giggle how he put so much effort to talk to you even if it wasn’t in a language he knew well.

but little did he know, you were landing in korea right now.

you fiddle with his necklace that laid on your collarbones, smiling to yourself in excitement.

you weren’t sure why he brought so much happiness out of you. he was a idol who had millions of fans and somehow…

you’re the lucky one?

the plane began to land, and once it came to a full stop, passengers clapped and began to gather their things.

you stood up and grabbed your suitcase from the department above your seat and made your way off the plane.

you were so intrigued by the difference here in korea, it was so beautiful and everything looked so organized.

you caught a taxi, using a voice translator on your phone to tell the driver where your hotel was located before he drove off.

only thing on your mind was tonight. you were too excited to see him again.

on the other hand, niki was a bit down,

him and the group were practicing on the stage they were performing on later, but niki stepped out and sat on the side, sighing before fiddling with your necklace around his neck.

jake noticed this and walked over, furrowing his eyebrows, “is that hers?” he asks in korean, niki looks up and nodded softly.

jake chuckled and sat beside him. “you really like her huh?”

niki sighed and ran his finger through his hair, he didn’t reply, and jake took that as his answer, “what’s on your mind? you seem stressed? is it the concert?” jake asks,

niki shook his head, “i don’t know hyung.. i wish i could see her again.” niki shrugged, jake felt empathy, he never seen niki like this for a girl, because niki never ever spoke about a girl before, so this was new behavior.

“let’s do good today, maybe she’ll be watching?” jake tried to cheer him up, niki tilt his head, pointing to the crowd, jake chuckled, “no- i meant like… watching it online or something. she’ll want to see you do your best right?”

niki sighed and nod, jake stood back up and pulled him up to his feet to continue practicing.

meanwhile, you were getting settled into your hotel, it was so nice and organized, you relaxed for a bit before you started to get ready for the concert, putting on the outfit you put together, styling your hair, perfecting your makeup, you were almost done until you got a message.

you checked your phone, seeing niki’s name popping up at the top of your phone, making you smile instantly.

you opened the dm, seeing niki texted you, “one more hour….” with a emoji that quite literally detected his nervousness. you giggled softly and replied,

“you’re gonna do great!” hoping to reassure him, based off the performances you’ve watched of him, he was an amazing dancer.

you so badly wanted to tell him you’d be in the crowd, but you decided to keep that a secret for a little longer.

niki smiled at his phone before he was called by his leader to began getting ready, he put his phone away to get himself ready for the concert.

just like you were.

a/n: heeeeey guys it’s been so so long & im so sorry for the wait but i did miss you all! :( lmk if u guys like where the plot is going & if i should continue !!

taglist: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet @rii7eis7 @jenscifer

[thewertsearch]

Rumbled!

TG: was havin important chats GG: Oh? GG: With whom? […] TG: di stri

Which would have ruled out my guesses of Dale and Drew. I still think I'd have gone with Dick, because of the, uh, everything, but Hussie decided to avoid the low-hanging fruit this time around.

GG: […] I was just the target of another assassination attempt. […] GG: Two, in fact! One here in the real world, as I attempted to retrieve the mail. GG: Luckily it was thwarted by a certain cat who shall remain nameless. […] GG: But in the process of being rescued from the explosion, I was knocked unconscious. GG: And in my dream, there was another assassination attempt. GG: This one I believe was successful! […] GG: I'm becoming convinced that our "dream selves" are being picked off by violent hooligans. […] GG: The one who accosted me was a knife-wielding lunatic. GG: And it's reasonable to deduce the same forces were responsible for Jake's death on Prospit as well. GG: It looks like we are in the clutches of an actual caper. A real life mystery!

It's funny that she's being so twee about this whole thing. Describing her attempted assassination as a caper makes it feel like a Nancy Drew mystery - and honestly, if Jane's going to treat Sburb's intrigue as if she's the protagonist of a detective story, I'm all for it.

I mean, we need this sort of thinking, don't we? We need someone to absorb the facts of the case, detect their way to the culprit (English), and discern means, motive and opportunity. With Jane spearheading this 'investigation', we might finally trace things back to the ultimate source of all our problems.

GG: Shortly before I was stabbed, I had a rather long gander at Skaia. […] GG: I saw things in the clouds. […] GG: Things happening in the future, I think. GG: Many events pertaining to us. All of us, and other people I didn't recognize. GG: It was a bit overwhelming. […] GG: It made me feel pretty foolish too. […] GG: I began to wonder why I ever had the audacity to think I know much of anything about the world we live in or the journey we're about to take. GG: Or to think I could ever rule anything out. GG: I have a feeling that whatever I saw, it means you've been telling the truth all along.

It's almost as if it's easier for your mind to comprehend the truth when you're asleep. It's as though your Dream Self's brain is free of the Tiaratop's corruption, allowing you to finally blow the cobwebs off your - artificially sedated - sleuthing instincts.

GG: And I'm starting to feel like a complete idiot for doubting you. […] GG: I've been one great big horse's caboose, and I think you're owed an apology. GG: Do you think you can forgive me? TG: jane TG: damn TG: ur makin me feel like shit here GG: Why? TG: uuuun TG: eh no reason

Can’t think of what this could be, to be honest.

Roxy seems entirely above board, and there's no evidence that she's, like, secretly working against Jane or anything. Maybe this is when her allegiance to the Horrorterrors is finally revealed.

TG: what were we talking about again TG: soory im just worked up ovr it GG: I don't blame you. GG: Where we were, by my estimation, was a place wherein I was about to awkwardly attempt to swallow a helping of humble pie. GG: To somehow make it up to you for my years of stubborn mistrust. TG: hey jane TG: wasnt that a bunch a splip infinitives… […] GG: Oh!!! TG: lul so busted GG: Oh gosh, what a doofus. GG: You see?? I clearly don't have all the answers! GG: I really had some nerve challenging anyone, on practically any subject. TG: dont beat urself up too bad we both know that rule is bullshit anyway TG: you hold yourself to too high a standard and those standards kinda leak out and start gettin applied to other people i guess sometimes

Does she? That's not really something I've noticed. Sure, she's corrected a couple of typos, but beyond that, I don't see what standards she's been applying to everyone else.

I suppose she's probably been telling everyone to be 'rational', and ignore this silly Batterwitch conspiracy, just like she does. But is that really a 'standard'?

[strawbairicake]

hallo Lia, before i say anything else i think i should apologize for taking so long to submit a request for your event—i kept either forgetting or endlessly second-guessing any draft of an ask i came up with because i didn’t want to end up annoying you, i hope you can forgive me :((

since it’s so late i completely understand if you don’t want to write this (especially if you aren’t interested in the idea), but would it be ok for me to request aventurine and a merman/merfolk au? i think it would be interesting to see him attempt (keyword: attempt) to court a human reader, but feel free to change the concept however you like ! thank you in advance, have a great day ♡

part of your world -aventurine x reader (mermaid/merfolk au!)

synopsis: the cute guy that mysteriously came ashore the beach is really intriguing, isn’t he?

warnings: none, it’s pure fluff! might be ooc though, apologies for that!

word count: 498

author’s note: yes the title was from the song from the little mermaid. no, i don’t have any regrets or better title names. anyway, thank you for requesting, Ruu! please don’t hesitate to come say hello or drop a request in my inbox! no beta, we die like my hopes n’ dreams /lh! would love to hear more from you! hopefully this idea fits (and maybe exceeds) your expectations; hope you enjoy! <3

book n’ dash event

tagging: @cmiru

acquiring human legs after having a mermaid tail all your life is quite the flex. that’s what Aventurine thought anyway. he had just washed up to shore when you came running over to him, in quite the panic.

“oh my gosh, are you okay? where did you come from?” you asked as you approached him. and Aventurine felt like he had come down with an ailment: he couldn’t speak, think, move (not that he tried any of these things). he was just frozen. god you were so pretty, did you know that?

“washed… up,” Aventurine replies, somewhat stunned at his lack of being able to form words. you nod, seemingly understanding what he said (you didn’t understand) and trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. you don’t want to overwhelm him, either.

“where are you from?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

“the ocean. why?”

“okay… how did you get here, friend?” you asked.

friend… such a safe and comforting word. he knows you didn’t slip the word out intentionally. it was a speaking before thinking moment but you didn’t seem to regret or take back the word. 

“i… don’t know. i’m just… here.” he replies. you nod again. 

“i’m (name), nice to meet you. come with me, I’ll help you get on your feet. two more questions, can you understand what i’m saying? and what's your name?” 

“I’m Aventurine, and i can understand you well.”

satisfied with his answer, you help him off the sandy beach, giving him a towel you were carrying earlier. you help him wrap it around his waist and start walking to your apartment, not far from the beach luckily. you both make the short trek back to your home and you let him settle in before overwhelming him with more questions and activities for you to do.

“once you’re comfortable and dressed, we’re going to go to the mall and get you some clothes, okay?” 

“sure, thank you.” 

And so you were off. you headed to the mall, and got to the clothing store for your new friend. you let him pick out whatever he wanted. but before you both left the store, a small pearl bracelet caught his eye. 

“(Name), look,” Aventurine points to the bracelet.

“what’s wrong?” you ask as you see where his finger’s pointing, “oh, the bracelet? we can get it!” and as the nice clerk gets it out of the display and grabs it for you. you check out and head back to your apartment.

“what’s with the interest in the bracelet?” you asked him after he sat down on your couch.

“it’s a sign of loyalty and love in the mermaid language. you’ve also been kind to me.”

your breath hitched, and you gulp a bit nervously, “and?” 

“and even though we’ve just met, i want you to have it.” he says as he pushes the box to you. you think this cute mermaid-turned human is sticking around for a while longer.

©2025 strawbairicake. do not repost, copy, translate, modify, or use for AI.

[whoipretended2b]

Just posted chapter 19 of The Android and we got our first antagonist POV chapter (but not our last!) and I am loving everyone's theories.

When I first started posting this fic I couldn't have dreamed that people would be so invested in what's happening in this world I've built, but I am loving it.

Here are some of the guesses on this last chapter (some of them have been edited for length):

“Ohhh I have so many theories about Michael. One being that he's actually an android himself, and another being that he was involved in Project LifeSpan in some capacity, and has perhaps taken it over from Chuck. Also, he's giving major Littlefinger "Chaos Is a Ladder" vibes...”

“Michael in this universe could be so many things… but a disgruntled son of Chuck Shurley? Disgusted by the androids made in his father’s image? I mean, as usual, fuck John Winchester, he can die in a hole. But I am loving the layers your world has!”

“Michael intrigues me, and on absolutely no grounds whatsoever I think he knows about/was in some way involved in Project LifeSpan and it's where he developed his anti-android vendetta.”

“YOOOOOOO!!! Just finished reading everything so far. I’ve adored all the twists... I’m also dying to see what happens when Castiel meets John. Also, was Michael mentioned earlier? Gonna have to go back and look.”

“My current wild-ass theory is that Michael is actually Chuck, uploaded into an even fancier stealth cyborg body. (But maybe not. I bet John and Gordon’s terrorist cells have pretty good “prove you’re 100% human” tests…)”

“Michael is making moves to be the Godfather and John is about to be pushed off the board... Especially if his android vendetta is truly just dressed up corporate espionage. I think he's behind the Seraph programme, funding it maybe.”

“I think Michael is an android... and he sees other androids as competition for power.”

“And will Michael want something from Dean? (omg using him as a vessel would be insane.) Does he know about Cas? Are they all connected? (The military where we already got Zachariah and Naomi so Michael fits there?? And he became a part of the movement a year ago?? After Cas escaped??)”

I love seeing how everyone’s brains are working overtime. Some of you are off in the weeds and some of you are honestly scaring me with how close you’re getting. Can’t wait for you all to see what’s next!

New chapter Friday. Bring your pitchforks and tinfoil hats!

[pacifistcowboy]

for real!!!!! i went from finding jax a douche and just hoping he gets humbled enough to get over himself, to being SO DEEPLY INTRIGUED by his character and so eager to see where things go from here!!!! he suddenly has so much depth to him and i actually want to know why he is the way he is!!!

his upset over being put in the maid dress hit surprisingly close to home, and i think that was enough for me to suddenly understand jax in even a tiny way and to gain a smidge of sympathy for him, so now i really want all those layers of protection and meanness and deflection to be unraveled and his truth laid bare. i really want the others to figure out more and more about the parts of him he tries to hide until the reason for his behaviour becomes crystal clear he has no choice but to face it, probably for the first time, and amongst people who wouldn’t shame him.

it probably won’t go smoothly at all, but i really hope it ends well for him and the others, eventually. or maybe he does just double down, but then the others will be able to call jax out with more precision and clarity which will hopefully finally get to him and he won’t be able to go around being a jerk constantly anymore lol

With some anxieties quelled, I have a moment from episode 5 I haven't brought up about Jax that is 100% projection

Remember the bar segment where Jax kept making offhanded comments about Zooble's work?

My headcannon is Jax grew up somewhere unsafe for lgbtq people, somewhere that made it necessary to hide that you were "one of them 🤮" if you didn't want to have your life abruptly ended

Zooble couldn't figure out what the jab was supposed to be with the comment above. I have two reasons for why that might be. The first being, they're desensitized to Jax's behavior after dealing with it for so long. They're so used to Jax being a jerk that it's second-nature to assume malicious intent.

The second being, Zooble grew up somewhere a bit safer for queer folks. Somewhere that didn't require hiding who you are 24/7. The difference in life experience could be enough that they never had to learn "queer code" to survive

Personally, I see the bar segment as Jax attempting to connect to Zooble while trying not to out himself to everybody and having it fail spectacularly

[supremeprince-bensolo]

do you think dathan and miramir made bad batch season 3

With Palpatine and Project Necromancer being a big part of this season, it's definitely a possibility!

[vaniliens]

Im not even sticking around for the drama that stuff gives me heart diseases im just here to see where this guys gonna lead us and to make fun of him if it ends up bad and ignore it if it was good

[amelikos]

Thinking about the portrayal of ancestry in Horizons.

[orcelito]

ok actually i went on to read chapter 3 of multiple bullets

i fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE the way the women are drawn. this has made me sorely aware of how LITTLE fanservice there is in trigun, bc whoever this guest artist is, they drew... way too fucking much. too many Pert Tits and weird ass shots and this entire thing about a child????? hello??????

the discussion of the metaphysics to plant production is interesting though.

because it really is an important note that plants generating matter goes against the fundamental laws of physics. i'm not sure how much i ascribe to the idea of "negative matter", ESPECIALLY in the form of some weird plant baby...

but then there's the assertion that This is how independent plants are born. "A plant child like Knives and I."

i don't know enough about physics to comment on how theoretically possible that "oscillation in empty space" thing is. "planckian microspace" seems to be a reference to an established study of the "cosmic microwave background". so not entirely baseless, though almost certainly not applicable to this here.

it's interesting. the theories this raises has definitely given me something to think about.

i just wish it wasn't delivered with such blatant fanservice lmao

[classyrbf]

classmate!gojo part 3!

classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.

He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.

He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.

gojo: i miss you

it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him

gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby

and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.

you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.

you: missed you too. can you tell?

and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.

“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”

“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.

“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.

“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.

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[lucanderie]

Still need to mull this over some more, but it's very intriguing how much player-defying Kris proves themselves physically capable of this chapter.

They maliciously comply with our exact wording when asked to turn a doorknob. They cover their mouth midway through a sentence. When asked to say Berdly's name, they repeat themselves loudly in shock. They do PLENTY of physical actions or gestures unprompted, such as kneeling down and touching Ralsei when only prompted to talk, pushing Susie out of harm's way for the second time, giving her their knife with a flourish, laughing or nodding to clarify a statement... as well as their unprompted hijinks at the church. They act by themselves both in the spur of the moment and premeditated, in both low-stakes interactions and highly emotional, instinctive reactions. It seems like they're capable of doing any emoting, physical gesturing, or creative prompt interpretations they so desire apart from a) speaking, b) when directly commanded to do something else and c) in many weird route sequences (will circle back to this). They know entire commands word for word before they execute them, and they are aware enough of the fact that we have goals and what those goals may be to actively conspire against us. Kris knows our "rules".

This is extremely interesting because we saw very little of this in the previous chapters- leading us to believe Kris had basically zero input on Dark-World happenings, and had less understanding of their own situation then say, Ralsei did. But here, Kris isn't just getting more clever about or more accustomed to defying us- they're proving progressively more capable of just doing things of their own volition that any possessed kid who was randomly dropped into this situation with no warning or context would not wait two days to try.

Combined with the fact that from the beginning, they defy us to limit what we see long before they defy what we actually force them to do, (even when they clearly don't like doing it!), and that there's precedent for a character's mindset determining the player's level of control with Susie, it's seeming more and more like Kris is purposefully limiting themselves in earlier chapters. They have a vested interest in "playing the part", coming across to either us or someone else like they have less agency than they do, and they get progressively more open about the amount of defiance that they are capable of.

This is just, a fascinating jump in Kris's amount of agency! At the very least, they may know a similar amount of meta-info to even Ralsei. It changes some of their earlier actions from purely-forced to compliant. And there's a lot of (non-evil, you guys) reasons they would do this- they're probably at least, (at this point), afraid of some kind of retribution from us or their co-conspirators. They want to stay ahead of us by hiding their agency, they may not be comfortable enough with themselves to show express in certain instances... And this changes their defiant actions from things that they are allowed to do into things they are willing to risk doing- saving Susie twice, not hurting Ralsei's feelings, comforting Noelle, slorking down those juice cups like they're NOTHING- all little risks they're willing to take.

This just leaves the weird route- which may either be a route where the player simply gains more control over Kris, or maybe the "proceed" commands could be more general and therefore more inclusive. Or Kris could be initially, willing to play along with freezing the Darkners in order to achieve their goal, to bide their time, and once they realize how fucked up we can get it's too late.

I don't know. I'm definitely missing things, but I just love how much more Kris we have and are eventually going to get.

[sooniebby]

an idea; a (bottom) male reader who’s apart of an indie jpop boy group. The members are just you, a childhood friend, and three other people you met through college/random events. Your group was lucky one of the members comes from a rich family that doesn’t mind spending some money to help you guys out—waiting until a company finds interest and asks to manage you.

The first month or so is rough so you all find part time jobs in the mean time. But regular jobs just don’t interest you so it takes you awhile to even apply for any… mostly getting fired after the first week or so because you end up showing late all the time.

You’re left wondering what to do when you come across a website of camboys and camgirls. Some of them show full nudity while others stay dressed for the most part.

It intrigues you enough but you don’t do it without running it through your members. They’re mostly shocked you even want to do that… but other than that, they just tell you to not speak and wear a mask.

Easy peasy. You chose a simple and almost silly name, “Shy Usagi” since your mask resembled a rabbit.

The first stream is awkward, you had to figure out a way to talk. Surprisingly, a few of the people that dropped in were intrigued by your refusal to talk. You had expected them to immediately want you naked but it seemed you attracted people that liked the teasing aspect of camboys.

Though you were 99% sure it was only men watching you. The first few weeks, you only wore skimpy clothing and did anything they requested. The most sexual thing you did was suck a dildo.

Occasionally you’d masturbate on live and that would always garner more attention. But there was always one person who would tip you no matter the stream.

“Hitachikoi”

You were sure he was probably an old man but you didn’t care, money was money. He knew how to flirt so you never felt weirded out with his attention.

Things were going reasonably well until after your group’s performance at a little festival. You had spilt away for a second to look around when you bumped into someone. He had his face covered with a mask and baseball cap.

You were going to apologize and go about your way when you caught that he was holding a poster of your group. He didn’t say anything as he simply held up a marker.

It took a second before you finally realized what he wanted. “Oh! Sure.” You were a bit excited, having never really signed anything before. Your signature was a bit messy but still legible.

“Here you go, thanks for coming to see us!”

“I only came to see you.”

“Hm?” You leaned in closer, wondering if you had heard him right. Only you?

The man let out a laugh as he reached up and pulled down his mask, leaning down so you could get a clear look at his face. “Mhm. Only you… (Name)… or ah,”

His hand reached up and cupped your face, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. It was only when he pulled off his cap that you got a good look at his face.

He… he wasn’t some random guy. He was a famous actor… a famous actor knew about you?

“Shy Usagi? It’s nice to see your entire face… that mask never hid your lips.”

You could stare as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. The only thing you were thinking of was if he was about to ruin your career before it even took off? But why would he care? Why was he even—

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Someone like you isn’t made to think so hard,” he said, a slight frown on his lips. “I just, well I got tired of watching behind a screen. I wanted to touch you…”

His other hand moved to rest on your hip, pulling you closer as he pressed his lips against your ear.

“To be inside of you instead of that dildo… I mean, I’m paying you so much money, it’s only fair I get to have you, right? Mhm? I can have you, yea? I’ve thought of fucking your mouth for days now.”

“(Name)! Where are you?”

He pulled away, rolling his eyes. You only watched as he slipped back on his mask and cap, pulling your shirt back down. “You’ll stream tonight.” He said, as if he was giving you an order, not asking.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby. Wear something red tonight… that’s my favorite color.”

With that he left you standing there, mouth agape just as one of your members walked over to you.

You… were so fucking screwed.

In more ways than one.

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[wingedfuncomputer]

The outskirts of Town

Remmick x fem!reader

Summary: Living far from town with a father who treats you more like a maid instead of a daughter proves itself exhausting. Secluded like a bird in a cage, a boring cycle life becomes until a random man shows up one night striking up an innocent deal. In name of your chicken coop you accept letting him in. Though as time passes & whispers of violence roughing a sweet couple up around town has you rethinking this weird relationship you have created with the Irish stranger who seemed to come out of thin air.

Warnings: naive!reader, apart from that none really just your father lowkey being rude to Remmick cause he’s Irish 💔.

Authors note: This is just a slice of what I’ve been writing for Remmick. My actual word count for the story is 8.5k as of now, close to finishing but I wanted to see if it’s something you Remmick lovers would want to see (I know it’s pretty lengthy). My story is aimed at not just the romance but scare factor? If that’s what you can call it. no full fledged smut or healthy romance here just trying to ground myself in realistic outcomes. I don’t think that man could love normally lmao. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.4K Fic playlist Full Fic!

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From a far his eyes locked on her. Right as the sun set she was tending the little chickens, ushering them into the coop. Softly, she tried her hardest to close the door as if not wanting to scare them. A regular passer by wouldn't glance an eye she was a normal little thing, but not to him, not to Remmick.

It was primal how he always found himself being dragged back to her every time the sun decided to hide behind the horizon. Her sweat, her skin, her pulsing blood enticed him as if he'd known her before. She was too sweet to ravish like all those ol' people he had left a mess of before. He let himself get enveloped in the idea that his human mind,what little of it remained had.Affection. With that utterly disgusting revelation he decided to knock on her door to put an end to the feeling once and for all. Heavy, knuckles contacted the chipping paint of the wood.

You had been sweeping the floor when you heard a noise coming from the front door. A little startled your active swipe back and forth stopped confused by who would be visiting your father so late at night. Most people weren't out after sun down. "The floors ain't gon' sweep themselves keep at it girl". His gruffy voice made you grip the wooden stick tighter negating the fact it caused splinters to get stuck to your skin. It was old, long due to be  thrown away but your voice was nonexistent in this house. With a small creak a hesitant humble from a very male voice spoke, "good afternoon... sir".  You whipped your head around intrigued but found your father's body blocking the man who stood at the door. "State your business". He had never learnt kindness, it was a foreign thing to him. "I'm just a lowly traveler going on by, was wonderin' if you could offer some hospitality". A huff emitted from your father as the man continued. "My wife she's no longer with us.. I must find myself across the state but the sun is beating and unforgiving".  Your heart  ached for him, he sounded defeated. Your father surely would say mean ol' things to him n’ get violent. But suprisingly he laughed barking your name then proceeded orders at you, "fetch this man a cup of water". Only for a split second when he turned were you able to capture a glimpse, the man already looking directly at you. His features resembled my father's, except for his frame he looked thinner his face covered in what seemed to be a mix of dirt and sweat. You nod and quickly keep your eyes down. Whilst you grab a tin cup and fill it with water by the sink you hear the small hushing of their conversation asking where he was headed to and why. Your steps are weary making sure you don't spill the water.

"The Catholics did a number on my people kindness is hard to come by. Could you let me in don't want to bother the young lady much?" His first comment is what makes your father's demeanor change, you see it from a few feet away as his back tenses. He ignores the man's request to come inside, "Where you from boy?". Once only a few inches away you decide to lay down the cup by a piece of furniture near by. Eyes creeping behind your father's shoulders it was obvious to see the man was not a boy. He had good amount of muscle on his arms and lines on his face. There's a glint of a smirk in the strangers lips as he glances at you no lack of confidence, "Ireland". That's when your heart drops, with poison your father spits "get your filthy Irish ass off my f*cking property".

"I don't mean no disrespect, I'd still appreciate that water" he takes a step forward which makes your father push him you yelp afraid they'd have a full brawl and the innocent man would end up in his grave. "You won't get nothin' here ! Leave my property". Your hands go up to your father’s arms as you can see his anger exalt, his fist itching to make contact with the Irish man's face. "Father please..." his face full of anger is concentrated on you before shoving your hand away and instead drags you inside from your arm instead. "It's best if you learn to keep away from men like that ." He speaks as if the man wasn't there, you can't help but take a look once behind you once more offering a look of "I'm sorry" before the front door is slammed shut by your father.

That whole night you couldn't bring yourself to sleep tossing and turning, imagining what that poor man was going through. You didn't hear about him the following day or day after that until you found yourself reluctantly putting yet another dead bird into a sack. They were being  ripped to shreds, you made sure the coop was secured each night so what could be killing them? It was sundown, the night air hitting your skin in a way that made your hairs stick up. "coyote... or fox" your body jolts hearing someone break the silent spell in the air. Immediately letting the bag fall and taking steps back as you twist to see who the voice belonged to. "Apologies I didn't mean to scare ya". It was hard to see in the darkness but the moonlight along with your small lamp on the ground allowed you to see enough to say, "your the man from a few days ago". He was standing behind the fence that surrounded your chicken coop. "Guilty as charged" you couldn't help but laugh along with him. "I'm Remmick" he extends his hand towards you which you can only just stare at. It would've been appropriate to say your name and envelope his hand but you don't. Remmick you repeat in your head liking the ring it had to it. "My Irish hands too dirty" he murmurs to himself  which makes you start to ramble in apologies insuring his heritage had nothing to do with your lack of a response. " f’course not It's just that, no offense sir your a- your a...." Your stuttering makes heat flood your cheeks in embarrassment . "A stranger?" He says it so casually no anger laced in between his words just light heartedness. You both stare at each other in an awkward pause before you find the courage to nod. Guilt weighs in your soul after reflecting "I'm truly ashamed about what happened last time, my father...-that is no way to be treated". He just smiles, a little huff of air being exhaled as he leaned into the fence, "it happens more than you know darlin' nothin' personal". His deep voice grumbles nicely when he calls you by that little pet name making your stomach flutter. It must've been as clear as the night sky you weren't allowed around men often, let alone other people.

Remmick seems intrigued by you growing quiet tilting his head to the side as he quirks , "the way across the state ain't an easy one.. stayin’ around these parts is easier. would help if I had a place to rest... ". You would offer him your home in a heartbeat but you knew how your pops wasn't fond of him, let alone yourself. He could barely tolerate you so how would tolerate this stranger . His eyes are trained on your every twitch, your chest constricting and trembling hands playing with the loose fabric of your skirt. It was quite nice really it felt like you were a lil' rabbit troubled by your surroundings. Yet You were unaware that the greatest danger wasn't your father, no not your  father it was the devil himself looming over you in this instant.

He smacks his lips making you look back at him once more. His pointer finger is near his mouth faking thought, "well I might just got a deal that could work for both 'f us". Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but you still hear the poor man out. "I can help ya with the lil' chicken problem... in exchange I get a piece of shelter". His eyes nudge at the forgotten sack beneath you then trail up your frame to your face. Your teeth grind in contemplation. If he helped manage the death of these chickens father would probably lay off my back, let me go in town for food trips or what not for the farm.

"So what da ya, say? You gon' let me in?"

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[gf2bellamy]

haiii can i plz rwquest New Bau member reader and the team only see her at work where shes all serious and introverted, and spencer lowkey has a crush on her. But then they see her out with her friends one night and shes super bubbly and a social butterfly and that makes spencer like her even more thank you

speechless — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: they're at a bar , mention of drinking , awkward spencer a/n: hiii !! i hope you like this <3

Spencer traced patterns in the condensation on his soda glass, his fingers moving in absentminded circles as his gaze flickered around the bar. He was bored. Excruciatingly so. 

But more than that, he was disappointed because you weren’t here. 

Derek had asked if you wanted to come, but you’d politely declined, mentioning that you already had plans. Spencer hadn’t even gotten the chance to say no before Derek was hauling him along, insisting that he needed to “get out more.” So now, here he was, sitting in a booth, drowning in the chatter and music, stuck in a social setting he had no interest in. 

He sighed, adjusting his grip on his drink just as a sound broke through the dull hum of the room. A laugh. But not just any laugh. 

Yours. 

His head snapped up before he could stop himself, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. And then his breath caught in his throat. 

You were standing with a small group of friends, grinning, eyes alight with joy as laughter bubbled from your lips. There was no trace of the serious, focused demeanor you carried at work. Just you, relaxed, carefree, effortlessly beautiful. 

Spencer had always thought his crush on you was manageable, a quiet thing tucked away. But in those ten seconds, watching you laugh like that, seeing you in a light he’d never quite witnessed before, he realized with absolute certainty: 

He was in trouble. 

His crush wasn’t just bad. 

It had just gotten worse. 

Spencer didn't even notice Derek, as the man walked up to Spencer's table, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Are you just gonna sit in this corner all night,' pretty boy ?” 

Spencer barely registered his words. His attention was still locked on you, watching as you accepted a drink from your friend, flashing them a smile that sent an unwelcome jolt through his chest. 

Derek, intrigued by Spencer’s complete lack of response, followed his line of sight. The second he spotted you, his eyebrows shot up. “Is that—” He squinted, leaning in slightly as if seeing you from a new perspective. “Wow.” 

Spencer remained frozen, his expression unreadable, though the slight parting of his lips gave him away. Derek let out a low chuckle. Spencer blinked, finally breaking his trance, but he didn’t say anything. 

Derek glanced back at you, still laughing with your friends, completely unaware of the way you had just short-circuited the genius sitting beside him. “I gotta admit, I did not expect that.” 

Spencer swallowed, finally finding his voice, though it came out quieter than usual. “Expected what?” 

Derek grinned, shaking his head. “Her. Like that. You’re telling me that’s the same girl who spends her lunch breaks reading case files for fun?” He let out a low whistle. “Damn.” 

Spencer’s fingers curled around his glass, his grip tightening as he tore his gaze away from you.

He knew Derek was right. This was a side of you he had never seen before, one that was bright, effortless, magnetic. And it was doing things to him he wasn’t sure he was equipped to handle. 

Derek smirked, clearly enjoying the situation a little too much. “So… you gonna sit here and stare all night, or you gonna go say something?” 

Spencer’s head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “What? No. Why would I—” 

Derek cut him off with a knowing laugh. “Come on, man. Don’t even try to play dumb with me. You’ve got it bad.” 

Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. He could practically feel the heat creeping up his neck. 

Derek grinned, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Alright, fine. You can sit here and pine, but just know—if you don’t make a move, someone else might.” 

Spencer's heart was hammering in his chest as his eyes flickered back to you. 

And just as he did, you glanced up, locking eyes with him across the room. The straw slipped from your lips, landing unceremoniously back into your drink. 

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling warmth creep up your neck. 

“What’s wrong?” one of your friends asked, following your gaze. 

You tore your eyes away from Spencer, who was now staring blankly into his half-empty drink, clearly pretending he hadn’t just been caught staring and turned back to your friend. “Nothing,” you said quickly.

Derek, on the other hand, wasn’t even trying to hide his amusement. His grin was practically glowing under the dim bar lights. 

You swallowed, glancing between them before mumbling, “I’ll… I’ll be right back.” 

Before you could second-guess yourself, you set your drink down and made your way over to their table, willing your heartbeat to slow.  “Hi, you two,” you greeted, voice light but a little unsure. 

Derek’s grin widened. “Well, hello to you, sweetheart.” 

Spencer, on the other hand, barely managed a response. “Hi,” he mumbled, his voice quieter than usual. His fingers fidgeted around the rim of his glass, eyes flickering up to you for a brief second before quickly darting away. 

Derek let out a low chuckle. “Wow, don’t sound too excited, Reid.” 

Spencer shot him a glare but didn’t argue. 

You bit your lip, shifting on your feet, suddenly feeling out of place despite the fact that you had come over here. “So… I thought you weren’t coming out tonight,” you said, looking at Spencer. 

He cleared his throat, still avoiding your gaze. “I wasn’t. But Morgan didn’t give me much of a choice.” 

You smirked. “That sounds about right.” 

Derek leaned back, folding his arms. “And yet, it looks like it worked out in his favor.” 

Spencer groaned, rubbing his temple. “Morgan.” 

You frowned slightly, not entirely sure what he meant, but before you could ask, Derek suddenly stood up.

“Well, I think I’m gonna go get another drink,” he announced dramatically. “Maybe take a little walk. You know, give you two some space.” He winked as he stepped away. 

Spencer let out a slow breath, his fingers tightening around his glass. You watched him carefully, noting the tension in his posture. 

“You look nice,” you said, eyes flickering over him. And he did.

He was still Spencer, formal, put-together but there was something different tonight. His usual sweater-vest and tie had been replaced by a fitted button-down with the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms.

Spencer looked up, clearly caught off guard. “Oh—uh, thank you. Morgan told me to wear something different, so… I tried.” 

A small, amused smile tugged at your lips. “Well, it worked.” 

His fingers fidgeted against his glass as he glanced at you again, taking a breath. “You look—uhm—good too. Really good.” 

The moment the words left his mouth, he internally cringed. He wanted to bang his head against the table, maybe disappear entirely. 

You bit back a grin, tilting your head slightly. “Really good, huh?” 

Spencer’s ears turned a deep shade of pink. “I—uh—yes?” 

You chuckled, resting your hands on the edge of the table. “I didn’t know you went to bars, Spencer.” 

“I don’t,” he admitted quickly. “Not often. Hardly ever. Bars aren’t actually the most ideal place for socializing due to the high noise levels, the overconsumption of alcohol leading to impaired cognitive function, and—”  You raised an eyebrow, and he immediately shut his mouth. “Right. I’m rambling.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s fine. I was just surprised to see you here, that’s all.” 

Spencer hesitated before speaking, his voice a little softer this time. “I was surprised to see you too.” 

For some reason, that made your heart skip a beat. You glanced over your shoulder at your friends, then back at him. “Do you, um… maybe wanna get some air? It’s kinda loud in here.” 

Spencer blinked, like he hadn’t expected that at all, but then he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” 

And as you led him toward the exit, Derek, who had been not-so-subtly watching from the bar, grinned to himself and muttered,

“Finally.”