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reidingandwriting · 3 months

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latched on > keigo takami/hawks (mha)

Word Count: 1.3k

Ship: Sub!Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Dom!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut (very loose term), mentions of abuse from the hero commission, mentions of call girls (if you squint), mention of violence (also if you squint), allusion to sub drop

A/N: Baby’s first attempt at writing some attempt at smut, I may try and do a full smut with sub!hawks later, I love my whimpering baby bird <3

how did he go from feeling so, so good to so, so stupid in the matter of minutes?

he was in bliss not even five minutes ago, whining out mixes of your name and high keens of mommy! as you worked him through another orgasm.

bottoming was new for keigo. he had never had anyone he trusted enough to tell about his desires, with the commissions grip on him. his list of ‘approved partners’ who were vetted by the commission and could (would) be… handled properly if they were to spill any details about the number two pro hero. keigo rarely ever called them, never satisfied from the basic hookups they provided, wanting so much more from his partner that he was terrified to vocalize. hero work was so demanding, he wanted to turn his mind off and just. let someone else make the decisions for him. but that required trust, and he never had that with anyone. and then he met you.

you were a PA at his agency, and as time passed, keigo found himself captivated by you. drawn to the way you treated him as if he was any other civilian. like yeah, you recognized him as a hero and what he did. you knew your work hours would be hectic due to his hours, yet you never complained. never seemed to mind really, always greeting him with a soft smile and some form of jab about him ‘messing up your beauty sleep’. which would turn into flirty banter, little jokes, and during late nights, sleepy giggles and conversations keigo would remember forever.

the shift happened when you were a plus one to a gala with him.

‘i’m not your boss right now, stop looking so tense,’ keigo teased as he rested a comforting hand on your shoulder. ‘just think of me as your smoking hot arm candy’ you laughed at his comment and rolled your eyes.

‘okay, pretty bird’ you cooed to the hero and you bit back a grin at the way his wings puffed up from the nickname. your hand met his cheek, and you turned his head to face you. golden eyes seemed to be darker, pupils dilated as he focused on the sparkling necklace you wore. ‘if only my arm candy would pay attention to me’ you pouted and keigo’s gaze met yours.

‘how could i look away?’

from there, there had been an obvious shift in your relationship with the hero. casual touches turned into lingering, intentional touches. behind the safety of his office doors, “hawks” was occasionally replaced by ‘pretty boy/bird’ and keigo had to keep from whining every time the teasing nickname left your upturned lips.

he wasn’t sure exactly what shifted that got keigo in this situation. but he found himself pinned under you, writhing under your touch. gentle touches, firm grabs. feather light touches that left him begging for more, hard grips that had him squirming and thrashing, threats of tying him down only exciting him more.

he was beautiful, you kept telling him. which he heard from fans every day, he knew he was attractive. but hearing it from you? a whole other feeling. whimpering each time ‘look so pretty, birdie’ or ‘my beautiful boy, gonna cry for me?’ and ‘my good boy, so good for me’ slipped from your lips. his breaking point? your fingers gently lifting his chin up so his teary gaze met yours, peppering his face with kisses and whispering in his ear ‘wanna see you cum, songbird. deserve it, pretty boy, i’ll take care of you. just let go’

and god did he let go. strings of white spurted from his cock, over your hands, over his stomach, but keigo was too spent to care. he was truly fucked Stupid, basking from your coos as you talked him down, your hands petting him as he calmed down. suddenly, there was a shift in the mattress and keigo couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your arm, panic filling his body as he begged you not to leave him, he’ll be good, please stay, please let him stay, and he felt his grip on you tighten. and there’s where he made his biggest mistake. he couldn’t let go.

“it’s okay, birdie. i’ll be right back, just gonna get something to clean you up.” you soothed and you frowned lightly as his grip didn’t relent. “hawks?”

keigo flinched from the use of his hero name, missing the nicknames that you called him just a minute ago. “i-i’m sorry. ‘m so sorry, i can’t-“ keigo started to hyperventilate and you were on him in a second, by his side and pulling him closer to you. keigo curled into your body, face buried in the crook of your neck, and tears burned in his eyes. moments of silence passed until it dawned on you.

“you can’t let go, can you, bub?” you asked and keigo shook his head.

“it, it will stop in a little bit. i just… i thought you were leaving me and. i panicked, i lost control. ‘m so sorry,” keigo whispered and you carded your fingers through his messy hair, smiling as you felt the tension start to leave his body.

“not going anywhere, promise. just wanted to get you a washcloth so we could clean you up a little bit. but i can wait. however long you need, love.” you pressed a kiss to keigo’s head, humming as you slowly rocked him. you figured this could happen, but you thought it was such a small chance, you didn’t really prepare for it. but it was hawks. your hawks, your birdie. you could adapt. you’d take care of him.

a while later, keigo’s grip started to release, and as soon as he was able, keigo pulled his hand away. you tutted at him and took his hand in yours, and you started to massage the hand that had been gripping your arm. keigo found himself staring at the spot he had grasped you, hurt you he’s sure, and you called his name.

“are you okay now?” keigo blinked at the question. “feel up for a shower to clean up?”

“you.. you’re worried about me still? i hurt you.”

“and i just spent god knows how long overstimulating you. probably a little painful, even if it felt good.” you tilted keigo’s head up and pressed a lingering kiss to his plush lips. “i told you, hawks. i care about you, i’m here to take care of you. as long as you’ll let me.” it was your turn to blush, your cheeks burning but you kept keigo’s gaze.

“keigo.” he found himself whispering. “name’s keigo.” you mouthed his name, whispered it to yourself and the prettiest shade of pink covered keigo’s cheeks. “if it’s not gonna be any of your little nicknames, i.. i’d prefer keigo outside of work.”

“well, keigo,” you smiled as you pulled his hand to your lips, kissing over every knuckle. “why don’t we get you cleaned up? then we can come back to bed, order some takeout for dinner? i can make breakfast for us in the morning,” you offered and keigo felt his heart flip in his chest at your offer.

“that sounds perfect.”

an hour later, you were cuddled in bed, keigo on his stomach, head on your stomach as his wing draped over you. his breath hit your stomach, soft puffs leaving his lips as he slept peacefully. you combed through his damp hair, occasionally running your hand down between his shoulder blades just to see his wings flutter and his breathing shake a little. a small smile graced his lips as he slept and you let your eyes close, a matching smile on your lips as you dozed off into the best sleep of your life. you could get used to this…

#mha #bnha #mha fic #bnha fic #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami #sub!hawks #bottom!hawks #hawks smut #smut #mha smut #bnha smut #baby’s first smut fic #smut is a very loose term in this fic #i wrote this in like an hour

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lilislegacy · 2 months

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I actually have my own little head cannons about percy and annabeth's own family, and I'm gonna share them for no reason other than being annoying <3

Percy and Annabeth have lived in unstable homes throughout their childhood; I truly believe that they got married in their early twenties after college

Annabeth hyphenated her last name! She becomes "Annabeth Chase-Jackson" because she loves the Jacksons and is a part of their family while also keeping her last name because she's THE Annabeth chase and it's iconic

I think that they always wanted kids together, but it was always a thought for the future, even when they got married and were busy with their careers

So yes, their first kid was a total surprise, but a very happy one

They were the first of the hoo group to have a kid

Their first kid's a boy (ik unpopular opinion), with blonde hair and green eyes.

I always imagined they'd named their kids something both unique and greek, with maybe a middle name after a lost hero? Giving the first name of a lost hero sounds painful, and also defeats the whole purpose of Sally naming Percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending. An example I like is Amycus Charlie Jackson. idk tho, something more normal makes sense too.

Amycus would probably be a stereotypical angel first child tbh

Because they had their first kid so early on, I think their second would be a couple years later, I think around 4.

They'd have a girl next, Daphne Zoe Jackson, with Percy's raven hair and Annabeth's gray eyes. She'd be a little more troublesome lol, but in a loving way!

I honestly think 2 kids are good enough but my heart says they'd have 3. He'd be a surprise baby, and on the younger end of the hoo group's kids (if not the youngest). I haven't thought of much characterization for him yet, but he'd get Sally's blue eyes for sure.

And they live a great life in New York, I'm sorry but they aren't moving to New Rome! Especially Percy, he's a New Yorker through and through

Annabeth works from home from time to time as an architect, mostly to spend more time with her kids, especially when they're babies.

Percy has a pretty chill job doing something in marine biology or marine vet, so he's there for the kids plenty too

Sally babysits the few times both of them are busy

Ya that's their perfect domestic life in my head hehehe >:)

thanks for the ask @littlesillyfilly!

i love all of these!!! super cute! i shall go through each one

1. same! some people think they don’t get married, but i hate the reasons why most people think that. as demigods, percy and annabeth didn’t grow up in a stable family setting. i think they would want that stability, and to do normal stereotypical couple things, because they crave as much normalcy as they can get.

2. another vote for the hyphenated name! that seems to be people’s favorite option

3. yes absolutely. they always have wanted kids. it’s not even a question in my mind

4. i agree, for some reason i’ve always had the hc that their first kid is either a total shock, or it takes a really really long time for them get pregnant. it’s one or the other 😂

5. completed agreed. honestly? i dont even know if many of their friends would have kids. i mean, frank and hazel, together or not, probably would i think, albeit much later than percy and annabeth. but i don’t know if i see anyone else having kids. i think its not super common amongst demigods, especially greek ones

6. absolutely 1000% agreed. i have always thought and said that their first is a boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes.

7. agreed! i like them doing a mix of things when it comes to names. and this is so funny because i always have liked the name charlie (after beckendorf) for one of their kids! it’s in my percabeth baby names list LOL. so i think i like their second son being named charlie, and then i have a girl name for their daughter that i love.

8. oh absolutely. first babies seem to always be so precious and sweet and easy. that’s how they get you. then the second one comes and all hell breaks loose

9. i agree that their second kid would come a few years later. they would need a hot minute to adjust. having kids as a demigod would be hard i think, but once they get the hang of it, they want more!

10. i absolutely agree that their next kid has percy’s black hair and annabeth’s grey eyes! personally, i always imagined it being another boy though. he is their charlie in my mind.

11. yeah, i think they would originally plan on 2 kids, but end up having three (if not 4🤭). and in my mind, number 3 is their girl! i’ve always imagined her with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with a bit of green in them.

12. you are team percabeth living in new york? ok ok i like it. idk personally i feel like they would start out in new rome, for safety reasons. also having a community of demigod friends and family would probably be very comforting for them. but i definitely see them ending up in new york again! percy is absolutely a new yorker through and through!

13. aww annabeth being able to work sometimes at home would be cute. i can see that!

14. can i just say im so glad people are getting on board with percy becoming an aquatic/marine vet?? i’ve always been so alone in that thought, so seeing other people like it and agree with it makes me so happy!! he’d be sooo good at it! but yes, it’s a chill job so he can be around for the kids a lot.

15. sally and paul would love babysitting. 100%

i loved all of these so much and agree with nearly everything!! thank you for these!!

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo headcanons #percy jackson and the olympians #answered

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heich0e · 11 months

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[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical characteristics, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]

"Did you tell her my name?"

Megumi lives in a flat above the clinic, and has since he was 23. The old vet he'd studied under had lived there for years, right around when he was his age, but as he and his wife got older and their family grew, they needed more space than the little two bedroom provided them.

It's the perfect size for Megumi, though. Well-suited in every way to his lifestyle: large enough that he doesn't feel cramped but still small enough that he can easily keep it tidy, and close to work so he can always quickly pop downstairs to check on any animals boarding overnight—though he does still sleep sometimes on that lumpy couch in the staff room if he's just too exhausted after a long day to climb up the stairs.

The apartment has served him well over the past decade, and he's happy with his little home, a perfect space just for him.

Well, him and Yuuji at present.

"That was soooo crazy."

Yuuji has made this remark roughly forty-seven times in the past two hours since the two of them came upstairs following Nanami, Kota, and your departure from the little clinic. He's downed two thirds of the beers he brought with him, though—and a healthy pour of the whiskey Megumi keeps in his cupboard—so that might be as much a cause as any for the repetition.

Megumi sighs, taking another little swig from his own drink.

It's not like he's completely wrong, either.

Megumi is still reeling from the excitement earlier in the evening, and unsettled by feeling that he can't quite seem to shake in the aftermath. He keeps thinking of the little boy who has his eyes, and of the mother who couldn't meet them.

Why does he feel like he should know you? Like he does know you? Or did, maybe, once.

But try as he might he just can't bring back any memories of you, or where the two of you may have once met. Megumi prides himself on his memory, and his ability to remember names and faces, so why is this the moment that it's failing him? Deceiving him into believing something he knows just can't be true?

Is it because he wants to know you? To know Kota?

No. That's ridiculous. He'd felt dread when Kota had first appeared on the clinic doorstep, convinced it was some kind of haunting or a cruel hallucination.

Yuuji couldn't recall with any certainty that he'd told you Megumi's name, but Nanami could have easily mentioned it at the police station or on the drive to the clinic. Hell, you might have seen his name on the wall when you came in. But none of that explains why you behaved so strangely towards him, so evasive in his presence. He was sure that you were tired after the frightening ordeal of losing your son, but it still didn't necessarily make sense why he was the only one whose gaze you had such a hard time meeting.

"What restaurant does she work at?" Megumi suddenly asks Yuuji, and his friend peers at him over the table they're seated at on the floor of his living room.

Yuuji shrugs. "Nanami didn't say, and when I texted him he said that he's not allowed to give out personal info like that."

"But it was nearby, right?" Megumi asks again. "It would have to be if Kota made it here all on his own."

Yuuji shrugs again, watching his friend's face.

"What's up with you?" he asks him bluntly. "You're being weird."

"No I'm not," Megumi argues, his lips pursing.

"Yeah you are," Yuuji counters. "Weirder than normal, anyway."

Megumi shoots him a weak glare, pushing himself up from the table. He's a little unsteady on his feet, and he looks down at the place where he was sitting once he's risen. He had more to drink than he'd planned on, and it's hitting him now that he's upright.

"I'm gonna wash up and go to bed," Megumi mutters.

"Mind if I crash on the couch?" Yuuji asks, as though his friend has ever once denied him. Megumi waves his hand dismissively, shuffling past his friend in the direction of his bedroom.

After getting ready for bed, Megumi finds himself staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom listlessly. In the other room he can hear Yuuji laughing along to some late night variety show, but that's not what's keeping him awake—having long grown used to it. He sighs, squeezing his eyes shut as though he might be able to will sleep to come to him by force.

He can hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Ba-dump.

Yer still a young fella, Megumi, but ya won't be ferever.

Ba-dump.

Gotta start thinkin' about yer future 'ventually.

Ba-dump.

Settlin' down, findin' yourself a pretty girl, babies.

The old man's cheeks were so red that night that Megumi started to genuinely worry for his health. He remembers trying to sneak a glass of water into his hand in place of his sake, but it never quite worked.

"I don't want any babies."

The old man snorted when Megumi said that.

"No bachelor as handsome as you ever wants babies," the old man replied. "But one day yer gonna wake up next to the girl ya love and realize there's somethin' missin'. Then you'll know whatcha want."

Megumi hadn't bothered correcting him, still too busy processing the opportunity—the enormous, terrifying opportunity—that had fallen into his lap that night. Didn't bother telling him that no girl would change the way his brain is wired, or sway his fire-forged conviction.

"Can I get you two anything else to drink?"

"'nother round of sake!" The old man requested jovially. "We're celebratin'!"

"And what exactly as you gentlemen celebrating?"

Megumi looked up from his hands then, towards the server with the smile in her voice.

You.

An apron tied tight around your waist, and a youthful glow in your cheeks. You were probably a few years younger than Megumi, if he was judging right. Maybe 23 to his 28, or somewhere thereabouts.

"Fushiguro-kun here's takin' over the business!" the old man exclaimed, even though nothing of the sort had been agreed upon yet.

You looked over at Megumi, your eyes meeting for the first time, and he watched as your smile grew.

"Well," you said, a cheerful, easy warmth lilting in your voice, "congratulations."

Megumi couldn't bring himself to say anything in reply.

You laughed a little as his eyes skirted away.

"Your next drink's on me, gentlemen."

Megumi sits straight up in his bed, soaked through in a cold sweat. On the other side of the wall, the variety show is still playing, but instead of laughter he hears Yuuji's rumbling snore.

He clutches at his heart, his fingers shaking as he twists them into the sweat-dampened cotton of his t-shirt.

All he can think about when he closes his eyes is the phantom memory of your smile from that night in the early spring five years ago, and how it looks just like Kota's.

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk writing #jjk drabble #writing #mini megumi #tw parenthood #tw pregnancy

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mynameismckenziemae · 6 months

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She’s a Fire-Chapter XXII

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

Send your mind spinning

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, orgasm delay/denial, m masturbation, fingering, etc.

“Oh God, don’t ever let me drink again,” Bradley whines behind you the next morning.

“Can’t handle your liquor anymore, old man?” You tease.

“No, I don’t think I can,” he grumbles against your neck, “but I’m not old.”

“Says the man turning 34 next month.”

“I’m only 3 years older than you!” He argues. “Fuck, my head hurts.”

“You poor thing,I’ll get you some ibuprofen and food.”

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Sunny feels about the same as Bradley but they’re both much less green once they’ve eaten.

Once everything is packed, you say your temporary goodbyes as Jake and Nat are delaying their honeymoon until next winter since they will be back in a few days too for another deployment.

The plane ride home is uneventful and finally, the Uber drops you both off at home.

The next few days are busy with getting back to work, you both unpacking, and Bradley packing for the deployment.

Too soon it’s 5:45 in the morning-the day he departs. You see him off at the door.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you murmur against his lips.

“I’ll miss you too,” he replies after he pulls off from your kiss.

“I’m going to tell you now since I don’t know when we’ll talk next. No getting off the week before your birthday.” You smile as you watch his eyes widen.

“The entire week? I don’t know if I can do it,” he whines.

“You can, and you will. Don’t make me ask Bob to keep an eye on you.”

He shudders and a flush rises to his cheeks. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you purr, cupping his erection through his service khakis. “Just that week though, it’s a free-for-all all before then.”

“Thank God,” he breathes and gives you a quick peck. “I love you, Row. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can.”

“Can’t wait. I love you too. Be safe, okay?”

He nods and waves as he drives off.

Not only was this going to be Bradley’s longest deployment yet at 4-5 weeks, it was the first actual mission, not just training. Even though he said it shouldn’t be anything dangerous, you were still going to worry. And you really hope he’ll be back in time for his birthday.

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3 weeks pass (thankfully) quicker than you thought they would. Work keeps you busy during the week and Sunny’s occupied 1 out of the 3 weekends.

Bradley’s only been able to talk twice—briefly while you were at work, and a longer, more satisfying call the previous weekend.

He warned you at the end of his last call he might not be able to talk again before he’s home, but he’s optimistic that he’ll be home for his birthday—just over a week away.

You scroll Facebook from home on your lunch break and your heart nearly breaks when you come across a picture of a beautiful young dog with the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

*Urgent!*

This is Lola.

Lola is roughly a year old and is a big girl at 90 lbs, but is full-grown. We think she’s a Newfoundland mix with her long, black and white coat. Lola was tied outside the shelter last week with a note that she’s “untrainable” and other not-Facebook-appropriate words.

We need help. She is not handling shelter life well—she’s not eating or drinking; just curls herself in the corner, shaking and hiding her head under her bed.

Lola has not shown any aggression towards people or other animals.

Please either send us a message or give us a call if you want to give Lola a home.

The shelter answers before you even realize you’re calling and a few minutes later, you’re set up to meet her after work.

You call Sunny on the way back to work who squeals when you tell her what’s going on.

“Don’t get too excited yet. Maybe it won’t work out,” you laugh but you’re just as excited (and a little nervous).

She gives you the information for the vet they take Steve to and begs you to call her back afterward.

Next, you call the vet and give them the rundown. Thankfully they’re accepting new ‘patients’ and will take Lola.

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5 hours later, Lola is lying in the back of your car with her head on the center console.

It was fate. As soon as you opened the door to her kennel, she stood up and walked over with a little wag in her tail, nuzzling your legs with her head.

The shelter gave you more information too. Her fur was a bit dull and chopped in areas because it had been matted and filthy when they found her but was otherwise in good health, probably because she was so young. According to the note, she wasn’t house trained but they’d worked with her and she had only had one accident since she’d been there, and that was the first day. They’d given you a few days worth of food and the blanket that was on her bed, which was enough to get you through the next day or two—you didn’t want to overwhelm her more by taking her more places.

“We’re home, sweetheart.” You murmur as you pull in the drive.

You praise her when she goes potty right away before going inside and you follow her around while you call Sunny as she tentatively explores.

“Did you get her?!” Sunny asks before saying hello.

“I did. Oh Sun, she is so sweet, she came right up to me when I got there. The shelter said she might not be potty trained but she only had one accident there and just went potty for me. I just hope Bradley’s okay with this. We’ve talked about getting a dog before but I probably should’ve okayed it with him first…” you cringe as you trail off.

“He’ll be so excited! Seriously. I can’t imagine any scenario where he wouldn’t love her, especially with how miserable she was at the shelter.”

“I hope so. Can we move in with you, Bob, and Steve if he kicks us out?” You joke.

“Of course!” She laughs, “Let me know when you both are ready for some company and I’ll bring Steve over.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see how she does tonight and tomorrow and I’ll let you know. I’m so glad I have Fridays off in the summer.”

The company you work for changes the hours to four 10-hour days in the summer, giving you a 3-day weekend from May through September.

“Quit rubbing it in,” she laughs. “Let me know if you need anything. Good luck tonight!”

“I will, thanks Sun.”

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You coax her to eat by holding some food in your hand, then holding the bowl, eventually letting you set it down. She then eats like she’s never had a meal in her life, as long as you don’t stop petting her.

The rest of the night goes better than expected, the only hiccup is she refuses to go up the steps.

It’s not worth stressing her out over though, so you make a bed on the couch, and push the ottoman next to it, but she curls up on the floor and you fall asleep stroking her fur.

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There’s a warmth against your front when you wake up and for a split second, you think Bradley’s home. But the sight you open your eyes to is almost as good. Lola’s tail timidly thumps when you smile at her.

“You’re such a sweet girl. I think Sunny’s right, Bradley’s gonna love you.”

While she does her business, you get her food ready and check the rooms downstairs—no accidents.

You spend the morning getting to know each other and by the afternoon, you’ve taught her some tricks (untrainable, huh?) and she’s made it to the third stair.

Sunny texts you on the way home from a PetSmart haul, which she did great at too.

Sunny: Just got off work. How’s it going?

Rowan: Really good! No accidents, I taught her some tricks, and I woke up with her next to me on the couch (she’s scared of the stairs). She was fine with the other dogs at PetSmart. Do you want to bring Steve over tomorrow?

Sunny: That’s great! Yes! I want to meet her!

Rowan: Sounds good! 10 work?

Sunny: Perfect, I’ll bring coffee.

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Lola only makes it to the fourth step that night but you don’t mind spending it on the couch again.

When Sunny arrives, Lola barks but then cowers and your heart breaks.

“It’s okay, mama doesn’t mind when you tell me someone’s here. You can bark,” you murmur, bending down to her level.

She perks up when Steve’s tippy-taps are heard on the front porch.

You open the door and Steve comes flying in, faster than you’d think possible on 3 legs. You crack up as Lola takes off after him. Once they get their zoomies out, they sniff each other’s bottoms and are instant best friends.

The day is spent helping her with wedding preparations and hanging out with the pups. You make plans for next weekend to take them to the beach, hoping the guys are back.

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You start losing that hope though as the week passes with no word. Even Penny with her ‘sources’ doesn’t know when they’ll be back.

The first thing you do is check your phone when you wake up on Friday (the day before his birthday) but set it back down with a sigh. Still nothing.

“Should we treat ourselves with a coffee and pupcup? Hmm? Think it’ll cheer us up?” You ask Lola, who’s snuggled into your side on the couch.

Her tail thumps.

“I think so too.”

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After a walk and shower, you feel a little better. Once the coffee hits your tongue, you’re almost back to normal.

But seeing the Bronco in the driveway when you get back brings a smile and tears to your eyes.

Lola races you to the door, feeding off your excitement.

“Bradley?!”

No response.

Lola quiets as she starts to sniff the bag he left by the door and you hear the shower running.

“Be right back, I’m gonna go get your daddy,” You whisper, bending down to place a kiss on her head.

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You hurry up the stairs and just as you’re about to push open the bathroom door, a deep groan and the lewd sound of him jerking himself off stops you in your tracks, arousal pooling between your legs.

You watch him through the cracked door in the reflection of the mirror, his back to you. His left hand is pressed against the wall, holding himself up as his right fists his cock. Water sluices down his back and over the flexing globes of his ass.

“Fuck,” he curses lowly. You can tell by his tone he’s getting close.

“Oh fuck, Row—“ he gasps as he finishes, hips slowing.

You’re soaked and want nothing more than to jump his bones. But, he should meet Lola first.

He jumps when you push open the door a minute later.

“Sorry,” you laugh, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so glad you’re here. I really didn’t think you were gonna make it back before your birthday.”

“I didn’t think so either, they kept everything hush-hush until last night when we were almost stateside,” he replies. You almost laugh at the relief in his voice. He pops his head out for a kiss. “Wanna join me?”

You shake your head. “I’d love to but I’ve got a surprise for you downstairs I want you to check out first.”

He nods before returning to the spray. “I’m almost done. Be down in a few.”

“Sounds good. Oh, and Bradley?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Did you really think I’d forget?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing as his shoulders tense behind the fogged glass. Busted.

“Your birthday isn’t until tomorrow, right?” You ask lowly, leaning against the door frame.

“Right, ma’am.”

“What did I tell you before you deployed?”

“No getting off the week before my birthday, ma’am,” he sighs.

“That’s right, Bradley. And what did you do before I came in here?”

“I got myself off, ma’am. I’m sorry, I thought—“

“You thought wrong.” You interrupt him. “I’m going downstairs to think about what I’m going to do with you. Meet me down there when you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies. You smile as you see his cock twitch before turning to head down the steps.

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Lola is perched on the ottoman when you enter the living room.

“So where’s this surprise?” Bradley asks a few minutes as he comes down the stairs.

Lola’s ears perk up and her head tilts as she listens. “In the living room.”

“It better not be a new toy to spank me with—oh, who’s this?”

You smile. “This is Lola.”

“Hi Lola,” he says softly, crouching as he offers his hand for her to sniff.

Her tail starts to thump wildly as she begins to recognize his smell from the other parts of the house.

“She’s ours?” He asks, tears heavy in his voice.

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay. I know I should’ve waited until you were back but she was dumped at the shelter, and not handling it well. I didn’t even think I just called and her whole demeanor changed when she met me and then all of a sudden I had a dog and—“

He interrupts your rambling with a kiss. “It’s okay, Row. I’ve wanted a dog for a long time. I’m glad you brought her home.”

You smile and kiss him back, pulling away with a laugh when Lola sighs dramatically.

You tell him everything you know about her and he praises her when she executes her tricks perfectly.

“I bet she feels like she’s going to slip on the wooden steps. I’ll have to put some tread or carpet down, I was thinking about doing it anyway after the last time I slipped.” Bradley says after you explain her fear of the stairs.

You snort at the memory. It was only funny because he was okay.

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You wake up an hour later, squished between Lola and Bradley on the couch. Lola stretches before getting down in search of a toy.

Bradley stirs a few minutes later, his cock hot and hard against your ass.

You press back and smile at his sharp intake of breath. He’s so desperate, even after getting off in the shower earlier.

You take his hand and guide it down the front of your pants. A breathy moan escapes as his fingers gather your arousal before circling your clit.

His hips grind into your ass as he plunges two fingers into your wet heat, his palm grinding against your bundle of nerves.

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, and he groans as your pussy flutters around his fingers, wishing it was his cock.

He grunts as you reach behind you, stroking him through his pants.

“I want you so bad,” he whines into the back of your neck.

“Mmmm,” you hum. “Are you close?”

He nods, gasping as he almost reaches his peak…but you pull away.

“That’s…that’s fucking mean,” he pants, his hard-on straining against his sweats.

You smirk as you straddle him, pinning his arms above his head, and lean down for a kiss, nipping his lip when you pull back.

“We both know you like being edged, so don’t lie to me, you’re in enough trouble already.”

He nods, “Yes ma’am.”

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A/N: Sorry, this was supposed to be the birthday smex chapter but Lola stole the show. It will be the next chapter though.

Also, my part of the Midwest is supposed to get 11+ inches of snow in the next 24-36 hours. Maybe I’ll get a snow day and can write alllllll day long 🤞🏻

As always, I love to hear your thoughts.

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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About ghoap x reader, I dunno if you'll understand where I'm coming from, but I find it hard to imagine their relationship functioning in any capacity if reader DOESNT like Johny. Or if she likes Simon more than Johny. Like at first maybe Simon will be a bit chuffed, get that kick of control of superiority, but if reader doesn't quickly show interest of liking Johny, or an inclination, than Simon will start taking it personally?

Like what do you mean you don't like Johny? Look at him, he's sweet, he's obedient (sometimes) and he's just... Lovable. What do you MEAN you DONT like him? What is wrong with you?? And I think if you insist, or simply don't click with Johny, you start to slowly lose value in Simon's eyes. Like someone being unappreciative of his pups presence is an offence.

Doesn't matter if you like Simon, if you can't accept both of them, then maybe you don't have a place here. I think of Simon as a logical man, and even if he does like you, whatever initial thoughts he has on you will quickly depend on if you try to obey, get along, and fit in.

You can lead a horse to water, or whatever the saying was. Basically, if he finds more and more that it's an effort to make you want to obey, he'll just get rid of you. Like even Johny at his worst, always disobeying and making Simon have grey hairs, at least WANTS to try to be good, always has that need/want to obey, even if he fails sometimes.

And I think if you don't try, or take for granted that you're gonna stay here with that attitude, he just. Realizes that you aren't it. Gets rid of you and tries again. Maybe he dumps you back into civilization or kills you, who knows. But he simply cleans his hands of you.

Maybe he tries to find someone else, looking much MUCH more carefully for his requirements. Maybe he doesn't, at least for a while. Poor Johny is heartbroken that you didn't like him, that you didn't want to be around him. He tried so HARD, and that's the thanks Simon's boy gets? Absolutely unnaceptable.

He takes the time to console Johny, build him back up again after the incident, and maybe it takes time, Simon questions if they need to try again. This time, he'll be more meticulous, have a longer vetting process, and have to make sure they to put in effort for the both of them.

Probably do some private training before meeting Johny, so they have good behavior, don't hurt his poor puppy's fragile heart. They're not told they have to get along with Johny, otherwise they might try to fake it, but if they don't like him Simon makes sure they don't stick around long enough for his boy to get too attached. It's a trial and error sort of thing, but Simon hopes to find the One in the first few attempts- he likes Johny in physical pain, never emotional one, at least not like that. He won't make that mistake again.

Feel free to ignore my ramblings it is 3:03 am where I'm from I should be asleep deer god. I think when I see so much x reader fics, as much as I love them, my mind tries to go in a more cruel direction to fit into the perspective of who the characters are to me.

I LOVE ghoap x reader, or just ghoap in general, but my kind has a way of thinking of Simon as a control freak who doesn't succombé to his emotions quickly. It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog. Even if he likes reader, he only did this because he loves Johny and the pup needs a new friend.

Johny is more emotional I guess, maybe less so than he portrays to Simon (he wants to be the man's good boy, and if he has to bark and wag his literal tail, or make dog noises in public, he'll do it) but definitely a bit more than normal people. Definitely the type to have crushes or fall in love fast. Maybe that's how Simon got the first reader: Johny liked her, Simon naively thought that that was enough to choose her.

But his boy is the type to hump anything with a pulse (and even that's optional) so maybe he should have been more patient, more critical.

Anyways I'm gonna collapse after this gosh does this thing not have a word counter? Anyways bye bye my love *kisses your forehead consensually I hope*

"It took him time to even like soap as a friend, much less as his dog." has left me dead on the floor

btw you might like The Price to be Paid! it's a ghoap x reader where ghost puts a looooot of effort into picking who he's going to kidnap for Johnny, and istg parts of it feel like they were plucked right from my subconscious, the author has a perfect grip on ghost as a character (imo)

in general, i think you are completely and totally 100% right. the only caveat i have is in a kidnapping fic it might take ghost a bit to figure the difference between "she hates us because we kidnapped her" and "she just hates us because we suck" lmfao but! overall i think you're totally right, that man won't talk to anyone who doesn't like his favorite boy

#🗑️ anon #asks and answers

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absolutebl · 2 days

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hiii this might be hard to answer but im gonna ask anyway—

my ten-year-old brother came out to me as gay about a year ago, but he's been struggling with the idea that his attraction isn't normal. i wanted to show him some bls to show him that he’s okay to be gay, and that queerness is something to be celebrated.

so far, we've watched kieta hatsukoi and my school president, but im stuck on what we can watch next.

any ideas of bls that are appropriate for his age?

~ malkolm :)

Ooooo WHAT a questions.

And congrtz on being the safe person! You leveled up.

10 is awful young so I gotta think. Also, no kids in my life so I'm not at my best in this regard. As I always say, with kids, you need to vet it yourself first. You know the kid better than I do.

10 BLs "Safe" for a 10 Year Old

Uplifting, gay positivity!

Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan)

My School President (Thailand)

Seven Days (you are bonkers if you didn't think this would make the list)

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (I know, adult characters, but it's basically Cinderfella in drag) - it's a gay fairy story and it's Korea so the bubble is in play

Rainbow Prince (for the Disney fans) - adult characters but it's a gay Disney movie

Mr. Heart (Korea) - it's university but it acts like a high school flick

Kimi no Koto Dake Mite Itai (Japan) - this is a bit arty but good

Stupid Boys Stupid Love (Vietnam) - 3 couples, BL, GL, and het in high school navigating friends to lovers. Very soft friendships, no angst, just teens, hormones, and HEAs for everyone. It’s very scattered and low quality, but cute, and nice to see some GL in the mix.

The 8.2 Second Rule - this is a micro piece from Japan, but very low stakes and sweet

Semantic Error - and odd pull but I think it might work

Others I considered but it really depends on the kid, these are bit angsty

Love Sick

Light On Me

Takara & Amagi

I Cannot Reach You

Great Men Academy

21 Days Theory

Hopefully some of these will work.

su su na

#asked and answered #is the answer always Seven Days #no but sometimes it feels like that

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 11 months

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I Hope That You Burn

Pairing: Platonic Spencer Reid & Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: uh just cheating really

Genre: kinda fluff, mostly angst

Summary: What happens when you learn your husband has broken your vows

This story was requested by @lucreziaq2001

A/N: I didn't get a chance to properly edit this one be kind <3

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Working for the BAU has been such a whirlwind to say the least. You joined the team pretty recently and it took you a little bit to get the hang of things but you'd say at this point you're definitely starting to find your place among the team.

"We're totally gonna miss you in the field on this one." Spencer says. You'd definitely consider yourself closest to him, always whispering to each other, chatting late into the night- he's like your best friend. It's nice to have someone close to out here as you aren't from the DMV tristate and only moved here because of your husband becoming a senator.

"Aw I know Spence but with Adam out of town at that summit for a month I'm just not comfortable leaving Bella with a nanny indefinitely like that." You tell him.

"I mean I totally wouldn't have minded watching Bella she's adorable." Penelope chooses that moment to walk passed the two of you. She ranks second closest you think. She reminds you of your friends from college, colorful and bold and unapologetically herself.

"It's not your job to watch my kid Pen, plus she'll only be this small for so long and with this job we're away a lot so I wanna take advantage of this and spend time with her." You shrug.

"That's so cute." Penelope says.

"You're a great mom. This case won't be the same without you though." Spencer says.

"Spencer I'm still on the case. I'll just be running point from home base this time. Like Garcia. You guys can and probably will call me as necessary." You say.

"What're we talking about over here?" Derek joins the small group at your desk. You and Derek get along great, although that's because he and Spencer are like brothers. You find yourself in the middle of their spats like this all the time.

"Just Bella and the fact that I'm staying back to take care of her." You tell him.

"Ah yes- the joys of motherhood you say. Can't believe you're staying behind." He shakes his head.

"If someone is ever gracious enough to deign you worthy of fathering their children, by some miracle, I'm sure you'll understand." You hum.

"Ouch! Need some ice for that Morgan?" Spencer hisses dramatically.

"You'll need ice in a minute Reid." Derek steps forward as if to threaten him, albeit playfully, but Spencer runs behind your chair, turning you to block Derek from getting to him.

"Hey! Just because I'm not going doesn't mean I'm not watching Morgan. You behave, both of you. Don't y'all stress Hotch out because I'm home." You warn.

"Hiding behind Mommy are you, Spence?" Derek taunts.

"I am not hiding!" Spencer huffs.

"Mommy?" You scoff.

"Reid, Morgan, wheels up." Hotch comes out of his office and the boys head off to grab their things. "You're sure about staying y/n?" Hotch asks you.

"Absolutely. I can't leave Bella. If it were Jack would you leave him with a nanny you didn't have time to properly vet, especially given the job we do? Not even factoring my husband's job into things."

"Could never." He says.

"There ya go." You say.

"Alright, well keep your phone on. We might need you."

"Of course. Consider me a hotline." You wink.

"Good." Aaron nods and turns away.

"I'm being hyperbolic! Don't like- call me at 3am or something with case updates!" You call after him.

"That's more Reid's thing don't ya think?" He spins to ask you.

"True. Safe flight! Someone let me know when you land!" You wave him off as you're sure the rest of the team is waiting for him at this point. You turn your attention back to the paperwork you were doing before. Penelope is still at your desk though and after a few moments of waiting for her to say something you chuckle to yourself.

"Did you want to talk about something Pen?" You ask her, eyes still glued to the document in front of you.

"What's it like to basically be Wonder Woman?" She asks.

"What?" You blink at her.

"You've been here a few months and you're already amazing, everyone loves you, you have the perfect daughter and a husband who couldn't be more obsessed with you I mean I would kill to have a life like yours."

"Well- my daughter is 2 that's not- never mind. I'm- flattered you feel that way Pen really but I'm not doing much of anything different. I work hard just like the rest of you. Trust me balancing a full-time job and raising a toddler is no easy feat plus being married to a politician is certainly not a walk in the park." You scoff.

"You make it all seem so simple."

"Well if I came in here screaming every morning one of them would surely have me committed and we can't have that." You wink at her.

"True. But I mean you're like always killing it."

"I try my best Pen, thank you. I worry sometimes- with Bella, ya know." You shrug.

"Why? You're a great mom." She shrugs.

"I like to hope so but the thing with kids is- well it's kinda like coding a neverending program that you aren't the only person adding code to and you have no idea what each new line of code will actually do regardless of your intentions." You tell her.

"Woah- I see. Well from over here I'd say you're a coding wiz." She winks.

"Thanks Garcia. I wanna finish this up before the team lands in case they need me so-"

"No problem, I have some things Hotch definitely expects me to do that I forgot about til the last minute anyway." She smiles. You chuckle and tell her bye and then she's gone, leaving you to your paperwork. Your least favorite part of the job. By the time the team lands somewhere on the west coast, it's about time for you to leave the office but Spencer is sure to let you know they've made it safely and promises to update you in the morning unless something urgent happens in the next 4 hours. You pick your daughter up from daycare and head home to wind down for the day.

"Alright Bella baby, let's get you fed and then bathed." You hum pulling her out of her car seat.

"Din din?" She blinks at you from in your arms as you shift to unlock the door.

"That's right my love din din. It's time for dinner." You kiss her head. You set Bella up in her high chair with some coloring pages to keep her busy while you get dinner going. Tonight you've got fish on the menu with steamed broccoli and some grapes you cut in half. It takes about 20 minutes but soon she's got food in front of her that she's getting down without much issue. Bella isn't the pickiest eater luckily and you've learned what flavors she does best with right now, of course that could change but that's something you'll test years down the line. For now, whatever keeps her fed is what you'll give her. When she's finished you bathe her and read her a bedtime story before tucking her in for the night. A couple hours after, you've showered and eaten and are climbing into bed yourself when your phone rings. You check the ID and pick it up.

"Hey Spence, how's it going over there?" You ask. He lets out a frustrated breath that makes you chuckle a little. "So not great?"

"I'm frustrated because these cops are incompetent but-"

"We always have to make sure we maintain a friendly relationship with local police." You finish the thought for him.

"Which is incredibly difficult when the Backyardigans would be more helpful than these guys."

"I think you're spending too much time with Bella. The Backyardigans?" You laugh knowing full well he only knows about the show because your two-year-old loves it.

"To be fair it's a good kids show." He says.

"I know that Spence but to say a group of animal children are more helpful than the local law enforcement is hilarious."

"You're only laughing because you don't have to deal with them. I am in no way exaggerating y/n."

"Oh I know. You don't really do that." You smile.

"Anyway, on more pleasant subjects, how is Bella? Easy night?" Spencer asks.

"Pretty easy yeah. Adam called to say goodnight to her."

"Did he? That's good. I know how much she hates when one of you has to be away." He hums hoping you can't tell over the phone how his mood soured slightly at the mention of your husband. As far as Spencer could tell Adam was a fine husband, on the rare occasion he was around and came to visit you at work he was always singing your praises. His only problem with Adam, which he would never admit, is that he's your husband because knowing you're married didn't stop Spencer from developing a crush on you. One he works very hard to hide from you and the rest of the team. He cares too much about you as a friend and as a colleague to ever risk that.

"Yeah, he missed the last couple of nights so it's lucky he called this time or I think Bells might've held it against him til the end of his trip in two weeks." You chuckle.

"Sounds like her." Spencer laughs along with you.

"Anything else happen so far? Anything I should know?"

"Nothing that can't wait until morning. Hotch will call you. I'm sick of talking about work." Spencer says.

"Okay well, we'll talk about something else then." You tell him with a giggle. You stay on the phone for another hour or two before Spencer lets you go for the night.

It takes the team over a week to return from that case. It was a rough one, even with you and Penelope helping as much as possible from the office but eventually, you solve it and the others make their way back home. By the time they land, it's already pretty late and you've left to get Bella so you'll simply see everybody in the morning.

Night routines are done and dusted rather efficiently and you find yourself in Adam's home office after Bella's in bed. Well technically it's just the home office and not Adam's but he uses it way more than you do, you only really come in here to print things. Still, you keep a lot of extra supplies in here, and right now you're looking for an eraser because you can't find one big enough to erase the scribbles Bella has done in one of her books. You sift through the drawers on the desk and pause with a frown when you realize one is locked. Why would your husband lock a drawer of this desk? I mean- you're in the FBI you have higher security clearance than he would as a senator, what could he possibly need to lock up? You don't like invading his privacy but there's a terrible nagging feeling that tells you to open the drawer so- with a bit of careful picking you manage to get the lock open and find the drawer full of- letters. Letters between your husband and his secretary. Handwritten letters. You pull out the top few and scan the words on those pages, your heartbeat thundering louder with each line, each paragraph, each page. You read each letter with excruciating care, it takes you hours to get through them all, and by the time you're done, the sun has already started to light the night sky. You put all but 3 of the letters back into the desk and close the drawer but don't bother to lock it before forcing yourself up on your feet. You should kill him. Adam. You should hop on the next flight to that stupid summit and kill him in his hotel room. The hotel room he's probably sharing with his desperate secretary. You know the fault is his though you see red remembering all the times that woman smiled in your face while screwing your husband who knows how often. She probably thinks you're a fool, that you're so easy to trick and lie to. You slam the door to that office so hard thinking about it that the door rattles on its hinges. You're too angry to sleep- you need to decide how to make him pay for this. Stewing in your thirst for revenge, you hardly realize how much time has passed you until Bella comes toddling into your room.

"Mama." She waddles over to you and you struggle to flip the switch but you do it. You have to. Your baby. You have to do what's best for her. You always have to do what's best for her. Maybe nailing your husband to a cross is too reckless.

"Good morning my darling girl!" You coo happily picking Bella up.

"Mornin!" She beams back at you.

"Ready to get started with your day huh? Let's get you dressed for daycare!" You say kissing her cheek. You get her ready for the day, then yourself, feed her breakfast and drop her off at daycare all keeping it much more together than you feel. It's almost more frustrating to know you can't in good conscience take him down as he deserves because your daughter doesn't deserve that kind of exposure by association and when you leave him, you want it to be simple for her, or as simple as you can make it. You have a week to figure out your game plan before Adam returns and you plan to make the absolute most of that time. By the time you're walking into the office, you've already looked up several reputable divorce lawyers and plan to call them each during your lunch.

"Good mor- y/n, what's wrong?" Spencer frowns when he intercepts you before you reach your desk.

"I- I really don't wanna talk about it Spence." You say shakily. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and if you start crying now you don't think you'll be able to stop all day. Spencer seems to recognize the unshed tears too, if the shocked look on his face tells you anything. He wraps his arms around you tightly.

"If you decide you wanna talk about it, please come find me." He whispers before he lets go of you. You nod and make your way to your desk. Spencer spends the whole day watching you work. I mean he does his work too, or tries to, but he's so worried about you he can hardly focus. Before the end of the day, you've called all the lawyers you found and scheduled a meeting with one. You'll be seeing her tomorrow. When you're packing up for the day and preparing to head home Spencer walks over to you. "I know you didn't want to talk about it this morning, but since the work day is over I thought maybe you could tell me what's going on with you now?"

"Adam's cheating on me." You say flatly as you enter the elevator with Spencer.

"Wait what?"

"Has been for months. With his secretary. I found out last night."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I spent all night reading their correspondences." You mutter.

"Y/n I am so sorry." Spencer breathes out.

"It's fine. I'm meeting with a divorce attorney tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"I have to be ready when he returns. On Sunday. I want all my ducks in a row so I'm not there when he gets back." You say.

"Where are you going to go?" Spencer asks.

"I don't know yet. But it won't be that house."

"You and Bells can stay at mine if you need." He offers.

"Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm gonna take you up on the offer. Right now I'm focusing on getting divorce papers drawn up." You mutter exiting the elevator as soon as the door opens.

"Y/n hang on-" Spencer grabs your arm gently.

"I have to pick up Bella." You say.

"You have to process this."

"NO. Not right now. Right now I have to protect my baby. Bella needs me and she needs me whole."

"Y/n you're not just Bella's mom. You're a woman whose trust has been betrayed and you're allowed to feel that."

"Spencer I am all that she has here. I can't fall apart there's no one- we don't have- if I fall apart there's no one looking out for her."

"Don't do that. The whole team is here for you both. I am here for you both. If you feel yourself falling apart find us, find me. I'll put you back together again." He tells you.

"Thank you, Spence. I have to get Bella." You make your way to your car and pick up your daughter. Six days. You have six days to get everything in order because god forbid you have to be here when he returns from his summit. It's practically robotic as you make dinner, feed Bella, and get her ready for bed. You don't even realize you're climbing into bed until you're shutting the lamp off beside you. The day was not easy but you made it through, and you'll continue to do so until you sort through as much as you can before Sunday.

You spend the entire week meeting, exchanging emails, and talking on the phone with your divorce attorney, and by Saturday papers are completely drawn up. You take Sunday to pack up as much of your and Bella's things as you can because you decided earlier in the week you would take Spencer up on his offer, at least until you found a new place for you and Bella or Adam moved out to find his own place, that choice would be his. If he wanted the house you were not attached.

"Alright Bella my love, we're going to have a sleepover at Spencer's house for a little while, sound fun?" You say to Bella as you give her a bath after dinner.

"Spency?" She smiles.

"That's right baby. Spency." You smile back. Once she's in her pajamas, you get her in the car and make the 20-minute drive to Spencer's place with your mind mostly on the clock.

"Hey. You made it." Spencer says when he opens the door.

"Yeah, I wanted to get Bella ready for bed so she could crash. I still have a few things to take care of before Adam returns but I didn't want her too off schedule." You explain.

"Do those things have to be done tonight?"

"Adam's taken a redeye flight, he always does. He'll be back before morning yes it has to be done tonight." You say.

"Alright, do you want me to put Bells to bed so you can get whatever it is done quickly?" He asks.

"Would you mind?"

"Of course not. I've done it before."

"Thank you Spence. I'll be back in like- an hour." You pass Bella, half asleep into Spencer's arms and give her a kiss before returning right back to your house. You have one last thing to do before you can consider this phase of your plans complete. You pull open that drawer in the office where you left those letters and toss them into the office bin. You strike a match and take a deep breath before tossing it into the collection of papers.

You saved three. Those you need for divorce things but when the time comes you'll burn them too. The rest you watch be engulfed in the fire now. Not to save him, no, you hope he will receive every wicked thing he deserves, but to save Bella. You've seen this before. Politicians in scandals are never isolated. It affects everyone around them and you won't have that happen to your dear Bella. She should not be any more harmed by her father's sins than absolutely necessary.

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#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #requests

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nolita-fairytale · 10 months

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🍝 thinking of bradley bradshaw adopting a pet from a shelter that he’d name something creative goose… what do you think would happen? would he end up doing it or do you think you’d surprise him with baby goose who has an old soul and loves it when you guys put some of his parents’ favourite records on (okay i’m gonna shut up and leave it to you)

thank you for considering and i hope u have the best day or night <3

hi @bradshawed! yes, i love this idea! here are my thoughts on adopting a dog with bradley:

Adopting Pet(s) with Bradley Bradshaw

it's after a few months-long of a deployment that bradley insists on revisiting the subject. sure, you've talked about it before, but it's after this particular deployment that he really gets serious. not only does he want you to have something to keep you company for next time, but he wants to put down roots, just more proof that he's ready to settle down with you.

for whatever reason, i absolutely see bradley bradshaw with a dog, at least at first. after all the hot welcome home sex, the follow saturday the two of you head to an adoption event where adoption fees are waived and pets can be brought home that day.

"yes, we can go but i really think we should take our time with our choice. this is permanent, baby, so let's make sure the dog's gonna be the right fit for... our little family," you explain to him.

the two of you walk through the rows of crates and playpens of enthusiastic dogs, ready for cuddles, and despite bradley's own set of adorable puppy eyes with each dog he holds, none of them feel right.

it's not till you're just about to leave that the two of you stumble upon a sleepy quiet dog, one that must not have gotten noticed because he isn't as outgoing as the others.

"he's six years old. and everyone wants a puppy," one of the vet techs explains. you look into his eyes and he has the oldest soul, the sweetest, gentlest, kindest eyes and you know that he's the one.

"i know that you think we should wait but-," bradley begins, having already fallen in love with your future son. "yes. yes, i think he's the one."

so the two of you build your dreams, and a family with the goodest boy in all of the world. picking a name comes easier than you thought. after a few days of living with you, he begins barking as soon as goose's old jerry lee lewis record makes it into your vinyl rotation.

"what's wrong, boy? what do you see?" bradley asks him. "babe, i think he likes the music," you giggle, totally in love with the new addition to your family. "so we call him 'goose.'" "we call him, goose."

how you and bradley get a cat: you spend six wonderful months as a solo pet owner, and goose as an only child, before a neighborhood stray starts coming around. you hadn't planned on taking him in, just feeding him every now and then, until you realize that bradley's been feeding him every day, which is why keeps coming back. he's so friendly and cuddly, and while hesitant at first, has met goose a few times in the backyard too.

bradley has a long weekend of on base training, and when he comes home sunday night, you're practically pushing him out onto the front porch to talk first. you've even buttered him up by making his favorite dinner so that he's more likely to say 'yes.'

"what's going on?" he asks you. "okay, don't kill me. but... i sort of... did something. don't freak out... but i kinda let the cat in. you know. your favorite neighborhood stray. and he won't leave. "are you serious?"

as bradley comes inside, your shared home smelling like his favorite meal, goose is curled up on the couch while the stray kitty sleeps curled in a ball on top of the back of the couch. while neither of you were planning on adding to your family so soon, he looks at the two of them, then back to you, and he doesn't have the heart to say no.

"so... we have a cat now." "yeah, i think we have a cat now."

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littlegirlgohome · 5 months

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smooth - d. remer x f!reader

in which you’ve been hiding your feelings for your best friend for years now, until everything comes to light after a wild night out.

warnings - post breakup depression ig? anxiety, drinking, cursing, & more but it’s not too bad :)

word count - I have no idea

for you <3

— saturday, 12:27 PM —

It was a seemingly normal day off for you. you slept in (which felt like a luxury compared to waking up at 7 am every morning) and plopped on your couch looking for something to watch on tv. You had spent most of your time flipping through channels though, and by the time you decided there was nothing to watch,the clock had hit 12 o’ clock noon.

you stumbled lazily into your apartment kitchen, grumbling something about how you had already wasted half the day. pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t even have to look outside to know exactly who it was. there was only one person you knew who it could be. your best friend, mr “sir swish” remer.

it wasn’t rare for him to visit you without any notice, and less rare for him to just come in your home without asking. it kinda seemed that to him, this was his home too.

as he came in (having to crouch a little in order to not hit his head on the doorframe) he looked around your living room, which he had helped you decorate. among the walls were pictures of you and remer from photo booths, magazines and after parties, which he had given you as a “housewarming gift.” it sometimes made things awkward whenever you brought a guy home, but you kept them there nonetheless.

“in here.” you called out , and he made his way into the kitchen.

“hey,pretty. nice pants.” he teased, referencing your pj shorts, as you took your bowl of cereal to sit down at the table. he took note of the open box on the countertop and began to pour his own bowl. the nerve..

he was wearing a loose t-shirt and black basketball shorts. pretty similar to what you had on, except your pajama shorts happened to be a hell of a lot shorter. you didn’t mind though, because it was remer. your remer. you were comfortable around him, and you knew he was too. maybe a bit too comfortable at times.

you met remer (and coop) a few years ago when you were in college through a mutual friend. even though they ended up dropping out extremely early,you managed to stay friends while you pushed through and graduated. you had been known to be a little stuck up sometimes, as anyone would be with a strict 9-5 office job, and the two boys helped you relax and let loose a little. granted, it was because they were losers, but it didn’t hurt for them to rub off on you a tiny bit.

then out of nowhere, they became famous athletes. while you stayed friends with coop, doug had changed for the worse. coop had told you about how the once broke loser you loved so much became a sell out and started sleeping with new women everyday. naturally, you drifted apart. you understood why, though. he was rich and famous now, why would he want to stay friends with you?

eventually, he visited you after the beers’ win of the denslow cup and apologized for letting his fame drift you apart. you forgave him, because he was being surprisingly sincere. well,for remer at least .

“shut up. where’s coop?” you asked, shoving back a spoonful of your cereal. It wasn’t uncommon for him to show up alone, but you still wanted to ask. “oh uh, he went to take jenkins to a vet appointment. but knowing him he’s just gonna use it as an excuse to be out all day. then he’s gonna meet with jenna , and I would’ve been home alone all day. so I came here.” he replied, mouth half full.

“what, to bug me and eat my food?” you laughed. you didn’t really mind though, and you knew he knew it too. he shrugged,mouth too full to speak, then nodded. “guess so.”

“how’d you get in anyway? I could’ve sworn I locked my door last night.”

“you did,” he said. “I used my key.” you rolled your eyes. his key. the key you had given him when you first moved in to this apartment so he could help you move in your things. he was supposed to give it back right after you were done, but according to him, he had lost it. you knew then he was lying, but you didn’t mind. “I want that key back, you know.”

after a couple bites, you decided you weren’t hungry anymore. you stood up from your chair, him quickly taking your place. he ate the rest of your bowl, making you shake your head in disbelief. it scared you how he could always eat so much and stay stick thin.

“you’ve got the day off, right?”

“yeah, whaddya wanna do?” you asked, looking over at the curly haired man sitting in your kitchen. his mane was way too grown out and disheveled, but still pretty. his glasses fit perfectly on his face, his perfect nose. the way his eyes looked, so gorgeous with the added sunlight shining through the window, jesus. was he hot. he looked like a literal greek god. you probably could’ve just ogled at him all day, but snapped out of it when he answered your question.

“I dunno. what do we always do?”

“watch tv and rot on the couch?”

“ugh,” he groaned, throwing his head back like a child. “fine. but just until I think of something else to do.”

you went to your room, coming back with extra blankets and pillows. then, the both of you plopped on the couch, shoulder to shoulder under a blanket while he looked for something good to watch, and after a couple of hours of being glued together and getting way too invested in a cheesy soap opera, you finally got up to stretch.

remer groaned at the feeling of your body weight leaving his. “I was just getting comfortable!”

“we can’t just do this all day,rem. I don’t wanna waste my day off. thought of what to do yet?”

“ i mean, yeah I have an idea, but you won’t like it….” you furrowed your brows.

“we could go to the club.”

you rolled your eyes. seriously..you hadn’t been to the club in forever, and you definitely didn’t feel like it now.

“rem,no. you know I haven’t felt like partying since,” you tried to say it, but it was stuck in your throat.

“what,since steve?”

•••

it wasn’t a secret that you and remer were slightly more than friends. it seemed to your dear friend coop that anyone could see the way you looked at him with “fuck me eyes” (as he called them) and the way remer would always flirt, even if you wrote it off as him just being remer. the two of you had even made a pact that if you both couldn’t find anyone to date , you would settle for eachother. that was why everyone was so surprised when you started dating your ex, steven .

you met him at a bar one day while you were out with your girlfriends. he was sweet, charming, and handsome. the total catch, you thought.

nobody had expected you two to get so serious so quickly, but there you were moving in with him after a couple months. It might have been stupid, but you know what they say about being young and in love.

except, you weren’t even really sure you loved him. you liked him, alot. he took care of you, and made you feel safe. your heart just wasn’t in it 100%.

that didn’t make it hurt any less when out of nowhere, he dumped you.

if anything, it made you feel worse. you had finally settled for a guy who you felt actually loved you, and he dumped you out of nowhere and pushed you out of your apartment. you felt like such a loser. you moved in with a guy you didn’t really love, got dumped, and now you were homeless. maybe it was karma or something.

so naturally, you went to the only people you knew who would be happy to take you in. coop and remer. and when they found out what he did, they wanted to kill him.

you moved into their apartment for a couple of months, just until you found another place, and while you loved the two boys, it was hell. being the only female in a house of two lazy guys was torture. there were a lot of fun times, and times where you almost pissed yourself of laughter. still, you felt more depressed than ever, and they knew it. your environment just reminded you of how stupid you had been, how little you had thought things through. suddenly, you weren’t fun. you never wanted to go anywhere anymore, not even to the beers games. it made you feel terrible, like a horrible friend.

eventually, though, you found your own apartment. it was nice, and the boys helped you move in (which was how remer got his key). you felt a little better now that you had your own place, but hearing his name still had a way of ruining your day.

•••

you sighed at the sound of his name . remer noticed. he always noticed. the way every time he brought him up it was like your heart dropped…and it killed him.

“look, y/n, i know you don’t like to talk about it, but this could be good for you! you could finally realize hotter guys exist. none hotter than me, of course.” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. he flashed his toothy grin, showing off that gap that you always thought was so dorky, but cute.

you knew he was used to going out every night, and any night he didn’t spend at your place he probably spent partying, drinking and most likely taking girls home with him. you shuddered at the thought.

“doug..no.”

he reached out for your wrists in his seated position , while you were still standing in front of him. he held your smaller hands in his large ones, sort of begging.

“y/n, i can’t remember the last time we went out together and had fun. you’re letting this guy ruin your life and it’s annoying. we used to go out all the time. cmon,let’s just let loose for once. please? for me? ” he pleaded, looking up at you through his stupidly pretty eyes, making you give in.

you rolled your eyes. “fine..for you. but i don’t think it’s a good idea at all.” you knew you’d do anything he asked you ,and you hoped to god he didn’t know it.

“alright!” he cheered, standing up and hugging you, lifting you off the ground with his height and spinning you. you punched his shoulder and groaned, making him let you down a little too hard. “get yourself super hot and I’ll pick you up later tonight. see ‘ya!” and with that, he was almost running out of your house.

“fine, but you’re driving! if I’m gonna be forced to go I’m at least getting drunk!” you yelled as he slammed the door, making you jump.

———————————————————————

-saturday, 10:16 pm -

it had been at least 6 hours since remer had left, and while you had been dreading going out, you still liked the idea of getting dressed up. You hadn’t really felt confident in a long time, and if you were gonna go out, you wanted to look hot! you styled your hair, put on makeup, and wore your best dress. it was tight fitting, and a little short, but you were going to a club after all , and you had seen more naked girls at the beers games, anyway. you had to admit, you really were feeling yourself.

you were looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lipgloss when you heard your front door open. you knew it was remer, so you went outside to greet him.

“i think you were right,rem. i should get out a little more,” you said walking into your living room, not even looking at him as you scrambled around for your purse. “I’m ready. how do I look?” you said , smiling as you did a little twirl. for the first time since he arrived, you looked up at him. granted, not as much as you used to have to because of your shoes.

he was wearing a cute silk-ish button up that showed off his figure, and his “good pants” as he called them. you made a note not to stare and instead just waited for an answer.

“um-great i guess. i gotta use the restroom.” he muttered quickly as he dashed by you, his eyes glued to the floor. you were confused. normally he would flirt with you, say you looked hot, and neither of you would think twice about it. you decided to just let it go and went back to your room to keep looking at yourself.

———

remer closed the door behind him and suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment rush over him. he hated how awkward he had been just now,and currently, he was feeling stupid. the truth was, you looked gorgeous. when he saw you he actually almost choked on air. as cliché as it sounded, you literally took his breath away. before, he had thought this would be a fun night without consequences, hoping you would forget about your ex , but he forgot that to actually accomplish that, you would have to meet someone else…

remer was known for being selfish and a little arrogant. he had slept with a lot of girls in his lifetime, and he wasn’t one to be exclusive to anybody. this was why his flirting had meant nothing to you, and frankly, to him as well. the truth was, he never had real feelings for any of the girls he was with. but seeing you, with a genuine happy smile on your face, the biggest he had seen in a while, he had made a realization.

doug remer had feelings for you.

and no, it wasn’t just lust. real, genuine feelings. he felt a pit in his stomach.

what the hell was he thinking? he was literally right about to take you to a club to meet new guys, and here he was having a weird epiphany in your restroom. he gulped and got out to find you sitting on the couch waiting for him.

“you ready to go?” you asked gently as you stood up and grabbed your purse, walking towards him in an attempt to talk to him face to face. “you feeling okay?”

“on second thought, maybe you were right. let’s stay home, yeah? we can finish that show from earlier.” he was still avoiding eye contact, making you worry.

“are you feeling sick or something?” you asked as you reached out your hand to feel his forehead. he took a step back, away from you, which hurt your feelings a little. “aw, i was getting excited. it’s okay, though. I’ll get you some medicine or something, and we can-”

he looked into your eyes and felt guilty. he was being selfish and he knew it. you were really looking forward to getting out, and he decided to suck it up, push all his feelings down and have fun tonight, for you. he shook his head.

“y’know what, nevermind. I’ll be fine. let’s go,” he said with that dorky smile you loved so much. unbeknownst to you, it was fake. you smiled and grabbed all your stuff before the both of you walked out the door.

———

the tension in the car ride there was thick. you knew it was on doug’s end, and you were confused why. everything had been normal earlier, and now he was acting cold and distant. you tried not to let it bother you, and leaned forward to turn on the radio.

once you arrived, he helped you get out of the car . throughout the time your friendship with remer, he learned to read you. and right now he was reading that you were nervous. he tried to comfort you,holding your hand in his along the walk .

“hey, it’s okay. I’m here. if you ever need anything or feel unsafe and shit, just holler and I promise I’ll help you. just.. be smart, and you’ll be okay.” you nodded, letting out a content hum that he had finally relaxed a little.

by the time you had actually gotten in to the club, you already wanted to leave. everyone looked like they were having so much fun, the music was blaring and you felt a little out of place. “I won’t be too far,” he told you as he looked around. you noticed the look on his face. he seemed happy, a smug grin on his face as opposed to a smile. you could tell he was used to this. “you can drink if you want, I’m driving.” you nodded in approval and with that, he had disappeared.

you decided to go straight to the bar, hoping a drink would help you loosen up. as you sat down, you held your head in your hands, your head pounding as the music blared in your ears.

“you okay?”

you snapped out of the state you were in when you heard someone speak to you and felt a tap on your shoulder. you looked up to see a guy you had never met before. He was cute, sure, really fucking attractive , but you didn’t really take it into account when you saw him.

“yeah im okay,” you answered, projecting your voice to speak over the music. “this shit is hurting my ears though.” you laughed lightly in an attempt to be polite, when in reality the last thing you felt like was joking.

“i get you,” he replied, smiling at you. “let me buy you a drink.”

you nodded, ordering your drink and thanking the nice man next to you. you prayed to god it would get drunk enough to forget this whole night.

after what felt like forever of you talking to him back and forth sipping on the same drink (which tasted like shit now that the ice had melted) you finally asked him to dance. you led him to the dance floor,finally starting to feel like yourself there. you had lost sight of remer a long time ago, and you figured he was probably having the time of his life with another girl somewhere. the thought alone made you want to throw up.

what you hadn’t known was that remer was just as miserable as you were. it was supposed to be a fun night, and there he was, standing in a corner watching you dance with another guy.

he was kinda good looking, he noticed . not as much as him,though. he didn’t know anything about you. he didn’t know your favorite color, or the tv show you knew every line to by heart. he wasn’t there for you when you got a haircut and cried all night because you hated it, just to love it the next day. he never comforted you from a break up. that guy was just a rebound, he thought. and that thought helped (temporarily) settle the stupid,dull ache in his chest .

but once he looked over at you, with your arms around his shoulders, seeing his hands on your waist,your bodies a little too close for his liking, that ache came back 10 times worse.

this wasn’t like remer at all. it wasn’t at all his character to miss out on partying for a girl. he didn’t know why he was acting like this,but it was taking a lot of restraint for him to not step in and pull you apart.

he was seriously considering the idea. no, he thought. you’re having fun. that would be selfish of him. after all, that was why he brought you here. to have fun. and it seemed to be working.

you had been dancing for a while now. you weren’t sure how long exactly, but you were sweating, and your head and feet were killing you. the only thing keeping you from calling a cab and getting the hell out was remer . you imagined you were dancing with him instead. fuck. how you wished you were the actual girl he was probably dancing with right now.

remer didn’t like you to know it, but you knew what a playboy he really was. he refused to tell you anything, but coop often let it slip that remer didn’t come home every night, and jenna, who you had become somewhat close to,had even told you that he tried to flirt with her before she got with coop.

you always knew that it was just how he was. In the time you’d known him, he’d never settled down and been exclusive . and even though you knew how you felt about him, and you had known for a long time, you pushed it down. you knew he would probably never change for just one girl, and you weren’t any different.

you were an expert of pushing down your feelings, bottling everything down. right now , you were doing exactly that. you tuned out everything around you as you danced. the energy drowning out the stupid music, only listening to the rhythm so you could dance properly. you were tired, but you knew the moment you stopped your head would be flooded with anxious thoughts and it would be unbearable. so for now, you had to distract yourself.

you were suddenly snapped out when your dance partner (who’s name you had forgot by now) pulled you off of the dance floor, huffing to try and catch his breath.

“shit, you have a lot of energy.” he laughed breathily. like you knew would happen once you stopped moving, your surroundings caught up to you, and your heart was racing out of your chest. you started thinking about remer again, where you imagined that he was, and who he was with.

you had to do something to push everything back down, so you did something horrendously stupid.

“wanna make out?”

—

your sudden question caught him off guard at first. it had come out of nowhere, even for you. you were still feeling horribly anxious, tapping your foot rapidly. after what felt like 10 awkward minutes (it was closer to 10 seconds) he crashed his lips into yours. and now, like you had been doing all night, you pushed down the crippling feeling of embarrassment in your stomach, and made out with a random guy you didn’t even know the name of in the middle of a club. it’s remer, you thought. pretend it’s remer..

he was starting to get closer as your kiss progressed. his arms wrapped around your waist, hands resting on your ass. you put your arms around his shoulders, resting on his neck.

you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing. you weren’t the type of person to do this kind of thing, and you knew it. you’re kissing remer, you thought. shit,I’m turning into him.

he pulled away after a while , catching his breath.

“let’s get out of here?” he said, taking a hold of your hand. your lips parted, thinking of what to say, and before you had time to really answer, you were being led outside. you took the time to ponder if you were really gonna do this. how dangerous and stupid this was, and..remer.

you cursed at yourself in your head. you had been with this guy all night, and the thought of your stupid best friend wouldn’t leave your mind. you didn’t care what happened to you, and he probably wouldn’t either. you figured he was doing the same as you were now, right?

but you were wrong. you didn’t know that since you two arrived, he had been watching you like a hawk. watching in disgust as that man grabbed you the way he did. it might’ve seemed creepy, sure. but he was glad he was, because he almost lost his shit when he saw you leaving with that guy. now he felt he had to intervene.

he did a double take when he saw that stupid guy make you walk out the door, and ran outside to try and stop you.

when you stepped outside, the cold night air hitting your face, you felt numb. you had stopped walking , something in your brain stopping your legs from moving. and there you were once again tuning out the guy, who’s name you had just remembered was mike, and his constant questions. you couldn’t tune out what you were hearing now, though.

“y/n! where the fuck are you going?” “y/n!”

you turned around and saw remer, out of breath and walking directly towards you.

you didnt know why, but your first bodily instinct when you saw him was to let out a long, shaky sigh. you didn’t know whether it was that of relief, or embarrassment, or guilt.

“rem…” you called out lowly, bringing the cold palm of your hand to touch your face. you now knew it was all three.

you reached out for him instinctively and hugged him, and you were surprised that even in his seemingly angry state, he hugged you back. “it’s okay,hon. it’s okay.” he whispered sweetly, but you could still make out the anger in his voice.

“where were you gonna go? with this asshole?” he said, gesturing to…uh…mike. he had pulled away from you, looking right in your eyes while you looked at the floor, the height difference making you feel like you were being scolded.

“my head hurts..” was all you could manage to answer , moving your hands up to your temples.

“and what the fuck is wrong with you? can’t see she’s drunk, asshole?” lord, he had moved on to scolding him now.

“im not drunk.” you clarified, feeling a huge wave of shame after seeing doug’s indifferent face, his jaw clenched.

you looked over at mike, who was clearly confused by the whole situation. doug rolled his eyes.

you muttered something to him about having to go, how it was complicated, and he left begrudgingly, leaving just you and an extremely angry remer.

“what the actual fuck were you thinking running off like that and not telling me ? do you know what that shithead could’ve done to you?”

you looked into his eyes for the first time since he had interrupted you, and shit he was mad.

“didn’t care, I guess.” you muttered shyly like a kid who had just gotten scolded by their mom .

doug said nothing, just scoffed and looked at you incredulously. “we’re leaving.”

you gulped in utter embarrassment, following him as you both silently walked to his car, which was a couple blocks away. the only sound was the clicking of your heels, doug’s breathing, and the sound of the cars on the busy street. you held yourself with your arms in an attempt to stay warm.

you had been able to keep up with him pretty well. that was until you couldn’t hear the music from the club anymore, and all the adrenaline you had previously was gone. suddenly , the pain in your feet (caused by your ridiculously high heels) was excruciatingly bad. you figured it was from all the dancing. you hadn’t felt it before, but now it was really starting to kill you. you stopped in your tracks.

“shit!” you yelped in pain somewhat loud enough for remer to hear you and turn around. he seemed to already know what was wrong, letting out a small sigh.

“c’mere,” he told you gently, grabbing your hand and leading you to a nearby bench, and making you sit down.

he stood infront of you, his arms crossed in front of him. you hid your face in your hands as you sat. “shit, rem, I’m so sorry.” you sniffled. “I ruined your night, didn’t I?”

he didn’t say anything, instead opting to sit closely beside you. he gestured at you to take off your shoes, and you did. you looked over at him and saw him leaning down. you noticed out the corner of your eye that he was taking off his sneakers.

“you don’t have to do that, doug. I can just-“

“it’s fine. we only have a block left to go, I don’t want you in pain.” and with that , his shoes were off , and he was putting them on you, tying them as tight as he could so they wouldn’t fall off.

“I tell ya’, I don’t know why you wear these things..” he mumbled, standing up.

you got up, immediately feeling a lot better pain wise , but still so guilty. remer was walking down the block in just his socks, holding your shoes in his hand. you didn’t understand why he was doing all of this for you, why he was looking out for you more than you were for yourself. you had to admit, it gave you a little bit of hope.

once you made it to the car, it was still awkwardly silent, and you gave him his shoes back so he could drive.

you broke the silence with another apology, feeling so stupid.

“im really so sorry, doug. I feel so dumb,” you admitted, hoping he wouldn’t stay so tense with you. at first you had thought he was mad, but now you saw that wasn’t the case. he looked like the epitome of “im not mad, just disappointed.”

“you’re not dumb,y/n. just…how much did you drink?”

“i told you doug, I’m not drunk . I literally had one drink. and it was honestly more ice than anything. I swear.” the car had approached a red light.

he took this time to look at you, look into your eyes, and it was clear to him that you were telling the truth. you really weren’t drunk. and that confused him more.

“i don’t get it then,” he said , starting to drive again, breaking the awkward eye contact. “ why would you do something like that? i mean, going home with a stranger…it’s not like you at all. it’s more like me,if anything.”

“i uh.. I dunno. I think I was just, really trying to have fun or something. I figured you were,” you slumped more in your seat, half to ignore his staring, and half trying to relieve the nervous feeling you had in your stomach.

“were you really having fun?” he asked, once again turning to look at you. you avoided his eyes, looking at the floor. he sighed at your lack of answer.

“no, I get it. you’re still not over steve . I shouldn’t have made you come .” your eyes widened, and you didn’t even think about what you said next.

“stop.” you blurted out, more loud and mean sounding than you had intended. “shit, I’m sorry, rem. It’s just.. it’s not that. it has nothing to do with him, I promise.” you gulped. you wondered if he had any idea of what this was really about.

“y/n-“ he started, and by his tone you already knew what he was going to say.

“remer. i told you, i don’t care about steve. I’m serious. I don’t give a shit about him , rem.”

he turned to you once again, a confused yet pitying look on his face. you sighed, thinking of how to elaborate. “I don’t think I really loved him. it fucked me up, remer. he treated me so well, took care of me and I just couldn’t love him. and it made me feel like shit. it still does. but I can’t fix it now. “

your heart was racing now. you had just dropped a bombshell on him, told him a secret you thought you never would tell anyone. he took some time to process your words before responding.

“you had me convinced,” he said, and you pretended not to notice the slight bitterness in his tone.

you laughed at his comment. you figured he was trying to lighten the mood, and it worked.

“I guess I’m just a good actress,” you sniffle laughed, still embarrassed about your confession .

“were you acting today? did you really like that guy? ‘cause I don’t believe it.” he inquired, and you knew he was right. you took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling shakily because of nerves you didn’t even notice were still there.

“just had to distract myself, I guess.” you said, focusing out your window. you could see in the mirror that remer was facing you.

“distract yourself from what,y/n? what’s going on with you?”

“I’m fine, seriously. just feeling whiny I guess.” you looked towards him , his eyes focused on the road now. you admired his side profile for a bit, making your heart flutter. the same feeling you had whenever you really took the time to look at him, and you got used to it.

“you’ve never been one to keep secrets n’ stuff,y/n. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I know enough to know something’s wrong with you.” he was still looking at the road, not bothering to look at you as you talked. you knew he was right. he always knew when something was wrong and to you, it was annoying because he never shut up until he knew what it was.

“ i said i’m fine.” you replied abruptly. you immediately regretted your tone being so cold , and you sounded a lot more bitchy than you meant to sound. remer didn’t say anything, and you felt terrible . you decided to not say anything either, not wanting to make things worse than they were.

then, 10 minutes of awkward silence had gone by, you were nearly at your house, and you didn’t want to end things off on such a sour note. you leaned over and turned on the radio.

you smiled when you realized the song that was playing.

it was the relatively new release, “smooth” by santana. it had been all over the radio this year. you thought by now you would be tired of it, but everytime you heard it, it was always that much better than you remembered. you turned up the volume, doug rolling his eyes playfully.

the song worked as a nice icebreaker. this one specifically, because it always gave you an excuse to poke fun at him.

—

a few months ago, you and remer were hanging out as normal. you had just moved into your new apartment, so there really wasn’t much to do.

“oh,uh, I almost forgot-“ he told you, reaching into his pocket. “here. it’s for you.”

a smile quickly crept its way onto your face when you saw what he handed to you. it was a brand new santana cassette tape, for their new album, supernatural. “i saw it the other day, and it reminded me of you or whatever. think you told me you liked them once.” he said sort of nonchalantly, pretending to be focused on the tv. he wasn’t though, and it showed through the way his eyes were set on you, waiting for a reaction.

“aww remer, you big softie,” you joked, pulling him into a hug as he groaned. “it’s nothing, dude. just thought you’d like it.”

“it’s not nothing,” you said, pulling away from him. “you looove me,” you cooed teasingly, dragging out your words.

you knew he was playing it down. this was a big gesture. well, for remer at least. you’d sometimes buy him little gifts you found when they reminded you of him. but you never expected anything in return. “thank you, dougie,” pressing a kiss to his cheek. “i love it.”

“yeah,whatever.” he mumbled, clearly flustered, playfully pushing you away lightly before pulling you back in .

—

now, he was turning onto your block, and he seriously wondered if the night was gonna end with you giving eachother the silent treatment.

“and if you said this life ain't good enough,I would give my world to lift you up,” the song continued as he pulled into your driveway. you didn’t know what to do, or say. you took a shaky breath, trying to think of what to say.

“rem, I’m sorry for being so bitchy. honestly, I’m sorry for everything today. i think you were right about me not being ready or whatever.”

remer had that smug grin on his face he always had when you were wrong. “i know,” he smirked.

you sighed, turning around in your seat to face him, him doing the same. you looked into his eyes, his cocky demeanor dropping.

“you gotta stop undervaluing yourself, pretty...” he half whispered, reaching out his hand to grab your face. you lightly gasped as a reaction to his cold hand pressed again your face.

there it was. his nickname for you that you loved so much, but simultaneously hated because it made you melt everytime it came out of his mouth.

“stop,” you said quietly, trying to turn your face away to hide the tint on your cheeks. but his grip was firm. your eyes were staring into his as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“im serious. you’re so much more than a hookup..you really think that asshole would know how to treat a girl like you?” you put your hand over his, barely managing to cover any of it.

“a girl like me?” you asked, your hand squeezing his. you were almost scared to see the look on remer’s face, worried you wouldn’t be able to handle the way he was gazing at you. suddenly, you perked up, turning to look at him, your eyes staring into his intently.

“you really mean what you said..? about me being more than a hookup?” you asked him , trying to push his words a little in an attempt to see what he really meant. he looked back at you, with that cute pout he sported whenever he was confused or thinking about something.

“i mean, yeah. look at you. I mean, you’re hot. any guy could see that. but you’re also funny, you’re caring, and god knows you’re patient. I mean, you deal with me.” he laughed, but you didn’t. you just kept looking in his eyes, your lips slightly parted as you took in what he was saying. remer gulped at the sudden change in tone. then suddenly, you both did something you never thought you would ever do sober.

he leaned closer to you, hovering over the console as he grabbed your face, waiting for you to make the next move. you did, of course. you always thought you would . you pushed your lips against his, putting your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

you always knew remer was promiscuous, and never thought that kissing him could be so caring and soft . his hand was resting on your cheek, giving you butterflies. he was more gentle than you ever imagined he could be.

that was the one thing you loved most about remer. you always felt so safe around him. so comfortable that you always wanted him close to you, which is why you were so hesitant to pull away. eventually, you did.

he put his large hands on your waist, using them to guide you to climb over the console, settling in his lap. you once again wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hearing a soft hum as you settled your face in the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne mixing with your perfume.

“you’re so perfect,” he mumbled against your hair as he hugged your middle, pulling you closer to him. the song was almost over , and you were dreading it. in the span of almost 5 minutes, your relationship with your best friend had changed. you had definitely done shit like this before, but always drunk off your asses. never sober. before, it never meant anything, but now, you knew you couldn’t brush it off anymore. you couldn’t ignore the way your heart was felt like it was leaping out of your chest. you knew this was right, and you hoped by the way he was holding you that he felt the same way.

“y/n?”

you perked up, pulling away to see him face to face. “yeah?”

“i think i’m in love with you,” he said gently, in that sweet tone you almost never heard from him, only when he spoke sincerely, which wasn’t often. you stopped moving completely, taking in what he told you.

“you think?” was all you could manage to say. you didn’t know if you were relieved or in shock. you only knew that you had been bottling up your emotions for so long, and with his sudden confession, you wanted to just have him hold you in his big arms, and let everything out.

“i-uh-no. I know i do. i love you, y/n. It’s just, I’ve never known how it feels, you know? I’ve never been exclusive with one person before, and i didn’t want to screw things up, and-“

you cut him off with another kiss, not wanting to hear his explanation and just wanting him close again. taking in the sight of him like this was almost breathtaking. lipstick smeared all over his cheek, his hair frizzy and a mess from your hands pulling on it, and his shirt, which had once been smooth and probably ironed, now a wrinkly mess.

“I love you too, rem.” you confessed, out of breath, and your state of vulnerability was almost humiliating. the both of you in your driveway, sitting in remers car, out of breath and giggling after making out like teenagers.

“stay the night?”

“yeah, of course.” he laughed, fixing his glasses which were close to falling off his face, and opening the door . he used his hands to lift your waist, helping you stumble out, and he quickly got out to walk with you to your door.

the circumstances were definitely weird. today had definitely sucked, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t end so bad. not if you were spending it with your best friend. or, maybe more..

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a/n

omgg i finally got this out.. school has been kicking my ass recently and I really wanted to make sure my first post wasn’t terrible. if you read the whole thing thank youu and I’m working on another fic that should actually be out somewhat soon!!

-gloria!

#Spotify #doug remer x reader #baseketball #doug remer #matt stone x reader #matt stone #go easy on me #pls

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boxerbeans · 18 days

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TW: pet death

Hey guys. I know I don’t post very often. I don’t even know how to start this other than that Joe died unexpectedly this morning and it’s devastating.

My sister took him to the ER last night because he had a seizure then was acting lethargic/in pain/had pale gums. They had just thought it was a sprain but the vet did bloodwork and his RBCs were critically low. The vet told them it was either cancer or that he ingested something toxic, and knowing that Joe has pancreatitis and my sister and BIL watch his access to food like a hawk I had a feeling it was the former. They took him 2 internal med specialists before the vet said it was likely a tumor on his spleen that ruptured and my sister/BIL opted to not do a splenectomy. My sister was calling me the entire time and asking for advice and it just…sucked? To know what the answer likely would be but to know that they would want to truly know the cause (as would I, even knowing what the likely outcome would be regardless). Especially because my sister is 6 months along with their first and they were super excited to introduce Joe to the baby since he adores kids. And now he’s gone.

She’s been MIA for most of the day aside from announcing it to the family but I know she’s processing it - she sent a picture to us of shortly before/after he passed. I’m also in this weird spot where I’m grieving him too, I lived with him until he was like four and then I practically lived at my sister’s apartment with him for another year or two, plus of course I see him constantly because my sister is my best friend and he’s Taylor’s dad. I love him. I was his third favorite person, behind my sister and BIL of course. I literally just saw him on Saturday when we had a family day painting the nursery and he was acting completely normal including playing with Taylor and begging for human food. But also I’m the one having to explain to everyone about what exactly happened medically and helping them process that there was nothing to be done. The only one I’ve been able to grieve to is Ian which is…not fun. I’ve been barely holding it together at work.

I’m just so so worried about my sister. She’d have a hard time with this normally, much less with her being so excited for her baby boys to meet. And I want to make her feel better but it seems like she just wants space. I’m going to give them a few days then see if I can drop off eggs this weekend and go see them. I also know the next time she sees Taylor isn’t gonna be easy cause now she’s all that Liz has left of her two favorite dogs. We had even just been discussing how Joe was her heart dog.

And I’m also worried about Taylor. She’s officially the same age as her mom was when Sandy passed from kidney disease and she has about a year and a half to be Joe’s age. Luckily she hasn’t had any seizures, which both Joe and Sandy started having by this age. All her bloodwork values are good aside from a consistently elevated ALP that our normal vet thinks is just “her normal.” This has definitely cemented my desire to get Taylor’s liver checked by ultrasound before accepting that though. I really hope we don’t find anything and that the specialist isn’t worried. Even if we do find something “early” or if we do annual ultrasounds, if it’s the same cancer as Joe’s then it’s just a ticking time bomb that we can’t really do anything about. But of course she’s still a little hellion that doesn’t act like any nine-year-old dog I know.

At least Joe got to see everyone (minus Chief and Bandit) this last weekend. And he got to see Chief and Bandit the weekend before on Memorial Day. I just wish we’d known.

I’m not ready yet, I just want at least 3 more years with her.

#TW pet death #Joe #I’m so sad #just have to take deep breaths #and my sister is texting some of the most devastating stuff and my heart is breaking for her all over again

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nerdy-stilinski · 1 year

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A Comprehensive Bitch-Fest of the Teen Wolf Movie

Alright guys, as promised, here is the comprehensive text post of the Teen Wolf Movie.

Under this cut will contain a pretty extensive plot (for those of us who don’t want to watch the movie). I’m gonna do another post under this one with my personal thoughts, and some fun little bones to pick with Mr. Davis surrounding canon (or lack thereof, as it were) and uh. Plot decisions all around.

Most importantly, though, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the movie, and you don’t want spoilers, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK UNDER THE CUT!

I’m sure there won’t be much anyone hasn’t seen, yet, but I digress.

⚠️HERE BE SPOILERS!⚠️

PLOT

We open with Liam and Hikari (the new kitsune) at some sort of restaurant in what appears to be rural Japan.

Somebody, who we later learn is Harris (and tbh, you would pick up on it if you paid any attention at ALL in seasons 1-3. I literally wrote IS THAT HARRIS????? WHAT THE FUCK the moment i saw him.), comes in looking for the triskelion container that the nogitsune is trapped in. He puts an Argent round on the counter, which I still cannot fathom why, because it’s never addressed.

Naturally, a scuffle occurs, Harris shoots Liam and Hikari, and he says something about how he wants revenge on Beacon Hills before he opens the box. A firefly flies out, you get the gist.

The movie cuts to LA, and shows a building in the process of collapsing. Deaton is out front, talking to a firefighter about how he’s called someone they call “the Alpha” to rescue a girl and her dog from the building.

Yep, you guessed it, folks. Scott McCall runs an animal shelter in LA next to Deaton’s new veterinary practice.

Scott obviously goes in the building, which partially collapses on him, but flashes his eyes at the dog, and saves the girl and the dog when the building collapses around them.

The main credits roll, opening the movie. It is evident upon opening credits that Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Malia are going to be the main characters. Kudos, though. The credits were cool.

We cut to Scott’s animal shelter (or Deaton’s vet hospital? unclear). Scott and Deaton have a discussion where Deaton has to explain the word “wistful” to a 30-year-old Scott and Scott repeats it like he’s studying for the SATs. I’m all for nostalgia but uh. That one icked me out. Anyways, Scott goes to lock up, and then sees a vision of Allison, reenacting the first night he met her when she hit the dog and took it to the vet. He shakes it off, but hears the dogs barking in the back , and he goes to investigate.

Surprise, it’s Argent pointing a gun at Scott. It freaks Scott out, but they bro hug it out, like men. He’s come back to see Scott because he’s been seeing Allison too, in these weird dreams and visions.

Argent has the katana the oni used to kill Allison, and is convinced they need to take it to Beacon Hills to put her to rest or something?

Scott, obviously not noticing that the vibes are Rancid, agrees, and they decide to head back to BH, which they both haven’t been back to in a while, it seems like.

Cut scene to Lydia, giving some sort of presentation and walking around a very high-end company of some sort. We find out that Lydia, instead of actually putting information in the booklets she handed out to the tour, has written Allison over and over again. (it’s also implied that the person they use as a plot device to introduce this was or is, in some way, romantically involved with Lydia).

Lydia runs to her office, where she has one of her banshee visions, and writes a ton of stuff on various pieces of paper in a pattern we can’t yet discern. She’s getting flashbacks of Allison the entire time.

Cut scene. Eli Hale (i squealed. im not above that. that’s derek’s boy, guys) is breaking into what appears to be some kind of impound lot. He hotwires what is apparent to us is Stiles’s Jeep.

Eli busts out of the chain link fencing, and is hauling ass and driving down a very recognizable Beacon Hills road. He flies by a parked Sheriff’s Department patrol vehicle, and we see it’s driven by Parrish.

Cut to what appears to be the Preserve. Mason, a deputy (more on that later. i hate it) walks over to the Sheriff, and asks if Parrish should deal with their consultant’s issue. It is clear they are talking about Eli, and the Sheriff says he’ll handle it.

Derek walks out of the forest (notes: DERKE. COMING OUT OF THE WOODS. SDJHFKDHSGKJHDSGH. DEREK. DEREK.) which has clearly been burned, and informs the Sheriff that the arsonist used chemical accelerant. He then tells the Sheriff that “we should be calling your son” to which the Sheriff replies “he has his own fires to put out.” This is one of MAYBE 5 Stiles mentions in the movie.

The Sheriff asks Derek why he keeps stealing the Jeep, to which Derek replies, “because he knows I hate it.” (your honor. that’s gay.)

Cut to Eli still driving, and the Jeep’s tires go flat. He’s ambushed by the Sheriff, Parrish, and his father. Derek tells him they’ll talk about it later.

Cut to the cemetery Allison was buried at. Scott’s there, and he goes to her grave. The cemetery is overgrown, uncared for. Lydia pulls up, and Scott thanks her for getting there so fast, but she just gives him a big hug.

They decide that they need to do something about this Allison thing, too. Scott repeatedly punches Allison’s marker, until it cracks.

Cut to the McCall’s. Scott, Lydia, and Argent are around the island, where the katana in its’ case is sitting. Argent asks Lydia what her drawings mean, and she says she has no idea. She hasn’t used her banshee powers in a while and is out of practice. When someone asks why, and she’s silent, Jackson walks in, saying “Stiles. It obviously has something to do with Stiles”

Lydia called Jackson in from London to help, and Jackson states that Ethan doesn’t know he’s there, because he doesn’t want anything to do with BH.

Jackson promptly starts putting Lydia’s papers together like a puzzle, which, surprise surprise, is in the shape of the nemeton, with the word “BARDO” written boldly in the middle (a refresher: bardo is the space between death and rebirth, as believed by Tibetan Buddhism)

Cut to Derek’s house, where he’s pulling up to (in the ugliest tan vehicle, a Nissan Xterra if my eyes don’t deceive me. bring back the FJ. this is cursed). He and Eli go into the house, and when Derek goes to hang up the keys, he promptly rips the hook off the wall.

He scolds Eli for breaking the law, yet again, to which Eli responds, “oh, because you never broke the law?” (good comeback, kiddo.) Derek then asks Eli if this is about “the other thing” and we learn that Eli still can’t shift, despite being 15. Derek insists that he can teach Eli, and Eli asks, “what if I’m the first hale to not turn into a werewolf?”

Derek tells Eli that it might make life easier, and when Eli asks “my life, or yours?”, Derek doesn’t respond. Eli runs to his room, and Derek mutters, in the way a tired parent would, “definitely mine.”

We cut to where Parrish is driving the Jeep back to the lot, and he drives by the building where the lot is housed, emblazoned, “Hale Auto.” (notes: ITS HALE AUTO. DEREK RUNS AN AUTO SHOP. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ETC. OHHHHH MY GOD)

Parrish walks into the shop, into the office, and Malia enters, butt-ass naked, and ambushes Parrish with a kiss. (again. more on this later. because absolutely not). they have sex (off screen obvi this is still teen wolf) and they have a conversation that makes it evident that Malia wants them to remain friends with benefits, and Parrish wants a relationship.

Cut back to Derek’s house. He knocks on Eli’s door, and asks him if he wants to practice lacrosse before his game (it was established earlier that Eli is pretty bad at lacrosse. it’s giving Stiles but more on that later)

Eli doesn’t answer, so Derek opens the door, and it cuts to the open window, obvious Eli has run away. (why didn’t he hear that? not sure. whatever.)

Cut back to the Preserve. Scott and Lydia pull up in Scott’s red truck to one of the gates, Malia standing there waiting for them. It’s obvious Scott hasn’t seen Malia since they broke up off-screen, because he’s weird about it. Lydia tells Malia she missed her while hugging her, and Malia says the same thing. Lydia replies “no you didnt” and Malia says “I wanted to.” that one kinda. it kinda got me idk.

Scott and Lydia have asked Malia to help them find the nemeton. They have the katana with them.

Cut back to... somewhere? An enclosed space, of some kind. Might be the weird Argent batcave. Anyways. Deaton and Argent are there, and Deaton is grilling Argent with riddles, which Argent answers easily, but with increasing agitation. Eventually, Argent snaps, and snarls at Deaton, face mutating to look similar to the oni. Deaton sends mountain ash into Argent’s throat, and a firelfy is forced out. It becomes evident to everyone at this point that the nogitsune is back, at least to everyone but Scott, Malia, and Lydia. ffs.

Cut back to Scott, Malia, and Lydia. Malia is sending them in circles looking for the nemeton, and it’s obvious she has no idea where it is. Scott yanks Eli Hale from behind a tree (very reminiscent of Scott in s1e1), and Eli’s been following them. He divests that sometimes he sleepwalks to the nemeton. Super normal. normal kid stuff.

Eli leads them to the nemeton, and they immediately try to get rid of him. Eli tells them they’ll tell his dad they’re here, to which they IMMEDIATELY (ie Scott) say “it’s kind of personal” which, from Derek Hale, is really fucking rich. but again. later. it’s pretty clear they’re excluding him because he might actually have, i dunno, an objective opinion. god. sorry. fuck this.

Lydia gets the sword in the nemeton and the nemeton absorbs it. not to be that guy but this is obviously a bad idea and we all knew it. (note: i wanna know why we didn’t instantly think that this is a bad idea this is so obviously a bad idea)

They all turn to leave, and at their backs, the nemeton begins to emit a light blue glow. they turn, and find Allison naked on the stump. Scott stares, and they’re all like “how is she alive??” like god guys

They drive Allison to the hospital, where Melissa is the first person to go “why are you holding a girl that looks exactly like Allison” like a normal person. Melissa gets her set up in a bed, yknow the drill.

Cut back to the nemeton, which is glowing and spewing fireflies like it’s going out of style. The nogitsune appears on top of it, manifesting out of smoke, and says “chaos! pain! strife” in his campy little way.

Cut to Beacon Hills High, where the lacrosse team is filing in and coach is giving one of his goofy ass speeches. he was probably the only genuine nostalgia in this movie that I enjoyed.

Eli drops his crosse as he walks in and runs smack into the Sheriff, who’s standing right in front of the stairwell. Derek is actually in the stairwell, lurking in what I would describe as classic Derek fashion. Derek tells him he’s there to watch him play, and when Eli tells him he’ll probably sit on the bench, Derek tells him he’s gonna talk to coach about that. Eli protests, but Derek calls out to coach, and the Sheriff blocks Eli from running after him.

Sheriff tells Eli that he’s not really here to watch him play -- he’s here to provide support for Derek and his delinquent son. He then threatens to arrest Eli, have him tried as an adult, and put him in a state penitentiary for 90 days if he steals the Jeep again. Eli, looking nervous, asks if his dad put him up to this. The Sheriff says maybe, but asserts that he’d do it.

Cut to Derek in Coach’s office, and asking for more playing time for Eli. Coach negotiates four minutes, and only if they’re winning. Which is very Coach of him.

Cut back to the hospital, where Melissa, Scott, Malia, and Lydia are contemplating if Allison is going to wake up, or if she’s “normal.” Melissa is the one who asserts that we don’t know if this is the real Allison.

When they look back, Allison is gone from her bed. She’s obviously going through it when we see her -- getting flashbacks from when she was actively trying to kill the werewolves, hearing Kate, Victoria, etc in her ears, and this is obviously the nogitsune.

Allison, once they find her, is immediately combative, and trying to escape. She kicks everyone’s ass, including Scott’s, who she cuts across the cheek, and he heals, exposing himself as a werewolf. She only remembers Derek as the alpha, though, and wants to kill him -- she’s after the alpha. So she bolts, leaving them all behind. She runs into Deaton and Argent, who enter the hospital, and she runs from him, which is devastating for me even as somebody who is not an Argent girlie.

Cut to the Sheriff’s Department, where Mason tells the Sheriff that they have another problem. They’ve caught pictures of the guy in a dark, heavy coat with a hood (it’s Harris. We know it’s Harris) and he’s the one who’s been lighting the forest on fire. The Sheriff orders Mason with Parrish, and a new deputy with him, to the forest to investigate. This leaves one deputy alone in the department. I’m sure we see where this is going.

The deputy hears a noise in the cells, grabs his gun, and moves that way. The nogitsune is in the cell, and he tells the deputy he’s a kitsune who never knew he was a kitsune. He steals the deputy’s tails “to summon other bodies” which is about as frightening as it sounds.

Cut to the Argent’s batcave, where Allison is currently arming herself with a crossbow, arrows, daggers, and a longbow. The nogitsune is whispering her name, and she goes, armed, into one of the weird side pipes, where the nogitsune is standing. The nogitsune tells Allison it’s her friend, she doesn’t believe him right away, so it starts impersonating Victoria. The nogitsune is convincing her to get revenge on the people that stopped it, and its plan is to have the betas killed before the alpha. Allison just doesn’t know who the alpha is, obviously. There’s mention of the divine move, again, yknow.

Back to the BHHS locker rooms, where Derek is carrying Eli into the locker room because he twisted his ankle. Eli isn’t healing because he can’t shift, or whatever. Derek tries to encourage him to shift, and this is when Allison sneaks into the locker room, crossbow and all, and immediately starts trying to kill Derek.

Derek reacts on autopilot, and starts fighting Allison, telling Eli to run. He slams Alison against the lockers, wolfed out, and Allison notices that his eyes are blue. Derek obviously recognizes Allison and falters, but manages to run out of the locker room door. While he runs out, he gets shot in the neck, and he is immediately gushing blood, lying on the ground and crawling away from Allison, who moves towards him purposefully.

Liam shows up right on time to try and save Derek, along with Hikari, Scott, and Malia. Allison has left BHHS. The whole time Derek is bleeding he’s begging them to find Eli, make sure he’s safe, he’s gone to the shop. Scott tells Derek to hang in there, but Derek passes out. We’re unsure if he’s alive or dead (read: i thought he was dead. i was sobbing)

Cut to the scene of the arson with the Sheriff, Parrish, and Mason. The Sheriff recognizes the noise that precedes the oni, and immediately draws his gun. The oni appear, and immediately start fighting the Sheriff and deputies.

Cut to Scott’s truck -- Derek is still very much alive. But they can’t find Eli, and they’re afraid because he can’t run.

Back to the Preserve with the deputies. Mason is immediately cut down by an oni, vanishing into smoke. It looks like the Sheriff is going to get cut, but Parrish catches his blade with a flaming hand.

They’re carrying Derek into Melissa’s; he’s still bleeding from his neck, but keeps repeating “you have to find Eli.” At this point, Peter appears from god knows where holding a blowtorch? Because they mentioned they needed to cauterize Derek’s wound and people just. Have those. love you pete. Derek cries out “no!” repeatedly as Peter blowtorches his wound (spoiler alert: i cried like a little bitch again.)

Scott goes looking for Lydia to fix this little clusterfuck we have ourselves in, and before he leaves, Melissa asks Scott if there’s any chance that this is really Allison (essentially encouraging him to give her a chance)

Cut back to Eli at Hale auto. He’s driving Derek’s horrible car to fill it up, and the gas isn’t pumping well. It’s pouring rain, he’s nervous, and naturally Allison comes in hauling ass. She hits his car with hers, sending it into the pump, gasoline still pumping onto the ground. Eli manages to get into Hale Auto with his key.

Cut to the Sheriff’s Department, where Lydia, Jackson, Hikari, and Liam are in the Sheriff’s office. They’re all looking for clues. like. scooby doo.

And we’re back to Melissa’s! Where everyone (Melissa, Argent, Deaton, and Peter) has agreed that Allison is a replica meant to trick everyone.

And back to Hale’s Auto! So much happening sorry guys. Eli is limping through the shop and the cars in repair, eventually sliding down against one. Allison is also lurking through the shop, weapons at the ready. Eli slips around, and grabs a wrench. (note: okay eli be smart about this you dumbass 15 year old) And instead of being smart, he lunges at her with a wrench and promptly gets his ass beat.

Fortunately enough for everyone, because Derek Hale is down like Jeff Davis is so fond of, Scott shows up to save the day. They run out of the shop, and back by the impounded cars. Scott gives Eli the werewolf pep talk, naturally, because Eli doesn’t have a father already (sorry guys im so bitter), and he roars at Eli. Eli’s eyes flash gold, and he heals. Now they can run. They run through the forest, like they do in teen wolf, and Scott stops and tells Eli he’s gonna have to run. His hand is all gross where Allison cut him because wolfsbane, and he thinks he’s gonna try and talk Allison down.

Eli says “my dad told me he almost had to have his arm cut off once because of wolfsbane.” Scott replies with, “Eli, go find your dad. I think I might need his help.” (note: oh NOW you need his help scott) Eli runs off, Scott’s facing off Allison.

Back at the Sheriff’s board, and they’ve figured out that the arsonist is the same guy who was at Hikari and Liam’s place. Cool.

Okay we’re back to Eli, who is running in the road and almost gets hit by somebody. That somebody is the Sheriff. Nice, Noah.

Melissa, Argent, and Peter are at the crime scene (ie Hale Auto). Peter and Argent are going through the crime scene, deducing what’s going on. Peter states that Allison is basically in homicidal rage, which Argent states proves that’s not his daughter. Peter says they went into the woods, so they all go looking for Allison and Scott.

We’re at Derek’s house now -- Derek and Eli get a reunion hug, the Sheriff comes in, and Liam and Hikari are there, too. The oni are now also in the hall of Derek’s house. Great. Hikari fights them first, doing a great job - and she’s been run through and has evaporated. The same thing happens to Liam, leaving Deaton, the Sheriff, Eli, and Derek fighting the Oni. The Sheriff goes first, followed by Deaton. Eli watches Derek get run through, and right before he evaporates, Derek says “remember who you are” (it’s giving mufasa but tell that to my tears).

Cut back to the Preserve, where Scott is arguing with Allison to not try to kill everyone? I’m not gonna lie this was a broken record.

And we’re back to the Hale’s, where Malia and Eli are running. Malia tells Eli to run, but Eli decides that now is a good time to growl and attack the Oni. He gets evaporated into smoke the same way as the others, and Malia manages to get rid of the oni by pulling tarp off the window and bathing them in sunlight.

Scott tells Allison that she can get him if that’s what they need to talk, and STABS HIMSELF BY GRABBING ALLISON’S ARM AND SENDING WOLFSBANE RIGHT INTO HIS GUT.

Jackson and Lydia have decided to go to the site of the arson, where they’re trying to figure out what the purpose was, etc. (notes i made: jackson and lydia cannot make up for stiles stilinski)

Peter, Melissa, and Argent have made it to where Allison stabbed Scott (that overlook over BH), and Peter sniffs the ground, declaring it’s a ton of blood there, and that they need to find Scott within 6-8 hours so he doesn’t die.

Alright, Malia and Parrish are looking for silver weapons to defeat the oni and decidedly not talking about the fact that they’re friends with benefits. this was unnecessary.

Jackson and Lydia are back at the arson site, and they’ve figured out that the arsonist (harris) is trying to create mountain ash. the trees he’s burning are rowan, which turn into mountain ash when burnt.

Meanwhile, Scott is trying to convince Allison that she wants him alive. He reminds Allison that her family’s motto was changed by her -- we protect those who cannot protect themselves, instead of “we hunt those who hunt us.” She promptly like, kicks Scott over. Scott, cmon, man.

The nogitsune comes back, to try and convince Allison to kill Scott.

We flash to some sort of shadow dimension illusion, where everyone who was “killed” by the oni is all tied up and decidedly not dead, fortunately. However, the Oni are back and they’re getting all menacingly close. This, however, does not stop Derek from being so excited to hear Eli changed. I may have cried about it. Again.

Flash to Peter, Argent, and Melissa, who are standing in the woods over the college lacrosse field, where a tournament is being played. We learn this is a trap from the nogitsune, and spoilers, this is where Allison has Scott. In like a storage room or something. This is, also, where we officially learn that the hooded man is Harris. Not that all of us called it or anything. But he’s the one who came up with the accelerant (like the hale fire. cmon guys. can we stop with the metaphorical dead horse.)

The nogitsune is threateningly moving towards Eli and sinking his claws into him. I’m sorry I don’t remember what he said I was too busy thinking about the parallels between Eli and Stiles and how I was already too hurt to be considering that.

Alright, back to Allison and Scott. Allison decides to save Scott by... burning the wolfsbane out with a flare? Despite having no wolfsbane? love the new canon, Jeff. Fuck you.

Scott has flashbacks to Motel California when she approaches him with the flare, but she does actually save him, Scott’s better, and Allison is remembering. hooray for love.

The nogitsune has spat Eli right out on the lacrosse field from the shadow dimension, and Scott and Allison come out from underneath it. Scott tells Allison to be safe, because she wants to find her dad, who doesn’t know it’s actually her and not some evil doppelganger. She asks him why he would be so kind after she tried to kill him, and then Scott says “because I’m still in love with you” (notes from the time of watching: you are not still in love with allison im fucking OVER IT)

Lydia and Jackson are under the stadium with Harris, who calls Jackson “you fucking imbecile!” nice use of the fuck word, Jeff. Die. He also keeps shooting Jackson which is less than cash money of him.

Eli and Scott learn that they’re stuck in the college stadium, because it’s a giant illusion. Scott tries to convince coach to get the people out of the stadium safely and calmly, and Coach informs him the only way to do that is to finish the game. So naturally, Eli has Scott’s old number (literally fucking kill me) and Scott is dressed? To score? and have BHHS win the tournament? whatever Jeff’s losing all of us at this point.

Back in the shadow illusion, Derek explains that Eli hasn’t seen his transformation since he was like, 3, because coyotes got into the house, and he transformed and got them out by roaring, and Eli was so terrified he was shaking (notes: that’s so fucked I hate it here)

And the lacrosse field again. Scott misses a goal so bad it hits the scoreboard and breaks it. Naturally. We learn, in a cut to Lydia and Jackson and Harris, that he’s been “pulling the strings and giving the nogitsune his pain” which he has in abundance or whatever. Lydia tells us that she had a recurring dream where she and Stiles get in a wreck, and he gets thrown from the car and dies. so she breaks up with him for that. i. okay.

Peter gets the quick on Allison, bashes her head into fencing, and she knocks out. Meanwhile, Scott tells Eli it’s his goal, and he scores the game winning goal.

We’re back to Argent, Melissa, and Peter. And a semi-conscious Allison. Argent decides that really is his kid, and he throws a wolfsbane knife at Peter. Which might be a bit dramatic but Peter would do the same so. whatever I guess.

Black smoke begins to roll, and everyone has been swallowed by the illusion.

We’ve now got Allison killing the Oni, which is feeling very reminiscent of s3. Meanwhile, Lydia and Jackson are back with Harris watching this happen, and Jackson is telling her that as a banshee, she can cut through the illusion with her scream. When Lydia yells Allison’s name, she knocks back the Oni, and apparently the sense into Allison, because we have an incredibly long flashback sequence that is Allison regaining her memories. Nostalgic, sure, but entirely too long because we all watched the show asshole.

Scott cuts a deal with the nogitsune that if he dies in Allison’s arms, the nogitsune will let the others go. Derek yells at him to not, and Scott manages to convince Allison to kill him. She shoots him with arrows 3? times? I think? Anyways, he’s in her arms and it looks really glum.

But then! The arrows are burning out of him, because Hikari is burning them? Don’t know the logistics but it happened. Scott’s wreathed in foxfire, nobody knows what’s going on, and Allison shoots the nogitsune in the forehead with a silver arrow. Sorry, this is where it gets very chaotic and i got very emotional so it’s jumbled as hell.

The nogitsune asks “what is that?” and Argent says “Silver, you motherfucker.”

Back with Harris, Jackson stabs him with a knife in his boot, and Lydia got his gun.

The nogitsune has evaporated, I wrote down that Derek said fuck at some point. Everything is looking good right now. Eli and Derek are going to shift together. There was a lot.

But now! The nogitsune is back. Saying that when Scott bit him, it changed him -- made him something more. His wrappings fall off, his eyes are glowing green, he looks vaguely werewolfish. (what happened to not being a wolf and a fox you fucking coward jeff. give me your address)

The nogitsune sends everyone into their own room of illusion, which all the werewolves (ie: derek, scott, and eli) break by roaring. Now, they’re all on the nematon with the nogitsune, holding him back. I can’t remember how Eli gets from the nemeton to the ground, but he does, so it’s just Derek and Scott holding him back.

Parrish comes up like, glowing pre-flame and is intending to burn him, and Scott tells Parrish to burn the nogitsune. Parrish refuses because Scott and Derek are holding onto him, and will die if he does so. Derek looks at Eli and rest assured you know exactly what’s gonna happen. It’s Derek.

He says something to Eli along the lines of like “remember who you are” and then tells Scott “you’re the alpha, Scott. It’s always been you” or something like that, then physically throws Scott off the nogitsune and the nemeton. Derek wraps onto the nogitsune while Parrish is holding on (why the nogitsune didn’t break free while Derek was throwing Scott off is beyond me it defeats the whole purpose of having Derek die) and tells Parrish, verbatim, “Light this fucker up.”

Parrish lights him on fire and it spreads to Derek (this is when I stopped being able to see very well because Derek burned in fire just like his family oh god sorry I’m really unwell about it)

right before Derek is engulfed in flames, he’s wolfed out, he’s looking at Eli, and his eyes turn from blue to red (true alpha. Right before he dies. I’m going to burn Jeff at the stake) And he goes up in flames, all of them do, including Parrish. When the flames clear, Parrish is laying on the nemeton, curled up, and it’s obvious that Derek died. The nemeton/illusion fades back to the lacrosse stadium where Eli is kneeling alone and Scott immediately gives him a hug obviously becoming Eli’s interim father and. I hate it.

We flash to Derek’s memorial. I can’t see the tv through the tears, but that’s okay. Scott tries to make it about himself by saying “he saved my life. then he said we were brothers.” and says something about how family isn’t the one you’re born with but the one you find, which is easy for the guy who still has a fucking father to say, huh?

Noah gives Eli the Jeep, explaining Derek hated that Jeep, but when it came to him in total disrepair, he fixed it right up. Even when it shouldn’t have kept going, it did. Then he says “your dad was a lot like that. we never understood why he wouldn’t break down and stay down. I’ve never seen anyone take the kind of punishment Derek Hale took and kept taking in order to protect the people he loved.”

We get Derek flashbacks. I still can’t breathe. Sorry guys, I’m crying again. Apologies.

“He kept going. He kept standing up, until the day he couldn’t. He had complicated feelings about that Jeep, but you don’t need to. All you need to do is keep it running. That’s all you need to do.”

We get a bit about Harris being put in a worse place than Eichen but I truly don’t give a fuck. I’m actively crying again as I type this.

The movie ends with “remember who you are” in Derek’s voice with Eli standing over Beacon Hills in the Preserve.

Fuck. Jeff. Davis

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