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New Endings part 3?

I am currently in the process of writing it 😜

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New Endings (Part Two)

Finally it is here! This has been 3 YEARS in the making and I'm SO excited to post it for those of you who are still here! Unfortunately, I have lost my tag list so if you would like to be a part of it in the future, please message or comment so I can add you. Enjoy!

Warnings: teenage pregnancy, swearing

New Beginnings

(Four moths later)

You look at yourself in the mirror your cousin, Lydia, had set up in your room. From the back or even a forward facing view, you looked the same as before. The side view though, you could see the bump. Your baby was the size of an avocado but your belly felt like it was far bigger. Lydia pops her head in the room and sees you watching yourself in the mirror. She comes up behind you, grinning ear to ear. She was just about the only person, besides her friends, that fully supported you. Her mother was more worried about the family image. She bought you a bunch of oversized shirts so no one would see your belly. She even went as far to get you out of gym class so you didn’t have to wear any tight clothes or go swimming.

“You are glowing.” Lydia says. You roll your eyes and slide on your oversized shirt. The smile Lydia wears fades. “I love my mom but you cannot hide your belly forever.”

“I’m not about to argue. She is letting me live here, rent free.” You throw your hair into a loose but stylish ponytail. “You ready?” Lydia nods and you follow her downstairs to her car.

It’s not that you hated Beacon Hills. You loved your new friends, you loved your job working with Scott and Deaton. Hell, you even loved your aunt, even if she was embarrassed of you. The high school was a different story. All the students would stare at you, the new girl, the teachers expected you to be a thousand times smarter than Einstein just because you came from a private school. You weren’t unintelligent, but math and science weren’t exactly the strongest subject for you. Neither was history or English. But you excelled at lunch time and certain electives. And now, with the bun in your oven, everyone who knew expected you to drop out but you wanted to prove them wrong.

It was times when you were struggling with homework that you really wanted to call Brett. He would always come over and help but last you heard, Brett was with a guy at the club and Liam said they seemed like more than friends.

“Y/N?” Lydia asks. You glance over and she holds your hand. “You okay?” You feel tears on your cheeks and you quickly wipe them away.

“Yeah, let’s get to class,” you smile half-heartedly. You barely get out before Liam is scooping you up and running you around bridal style. You gasp and giggle but you tell him to put you down. The baby was just big enough to press down on your bladder and make you pee at any given moment. He sets you down but his arm never leaves your waist, pressing you closer to him.

Little to your knowledge, Liam has feelings for you, more than as a close friend. If he could, or if Scott approved, Liam would help you raise that baby as his own. He would buy you everything, spend all his college savings on you and your baby, but like Scott said, you would never allow that and the baby wasn’t his. He knew that. As soon as the baby would look up at him with eyes that sparkled blue like his fathers, Liam wouldn’t want to face the reality of his “mortal enemy” being part of them. He knew deep down that wouldn’t be fair to you and the baby.

“Morning beautiful.” He smirks. You roll your eyes. That was the relationship you had with Liam, easy going and fun. You never had that at your old school, besides Brett. It helped that Liam had most of the same classes as you but it didn’t help that neither of you were A students. Lydia would help as much as she could but she had her own life, on top of the supernatural around every corner.

You walk to you locker after school and Liam quickly follows. “Are you coming to my game tonight?” You can hear the hopefulness in his voice. You hadn’t planned on it but you also couldn’t be home every night. Lydia was getting worried and the pack barely knew you. Just that you were pregnant and Lydia’s cousin.

“What’s in it for me?” You joke. Liam blushes slightly and itches his head. He’s about to answer when Mason rushes over. He tries to catch his breath but he must have been running from all the way across the school. “You good, Mase?” You pat his back and he nods.

“Liam, I forbid you to go outside. Same with you, Y/N.” He barely manages to get out. He has to inhale heavily after speaking, causing him to groan.

“Why?” You hand Mason your water which he happily chugs down. He downs the whole bottle, exclaiming when his finished.

“I’m not telling but just don’t.” Mason begs. You laugh but when he looks at you, you can tell he’s serious.

“I have to get to my house to change,” Liam gasps and digs in his bag and hands you his white jersey. You look at it and cross your arms. “Look, I know I’m gonna be a mom, but that doesn’t mean I’m your mom. I’m not washing your laundry.” Liam rolls his eyes at your comment.

“No, I want you to wear it tonight.” Liam grins and hands it to you once more. You take it and hold it up and shrug. Who would it hurt to wear it for one night. Mason groans and checks his watch.

“I have to meet Lydia.” You begin to leave but Mason stops you. “Mason, I need to go. Do you want Lydia on your case?” Mason shakes his head and moves out of your way. You walk out the doors to Lydia’s car and get in. You don’t notice the green and white bus parked by the lacrosse field or the tall beta who’s the father of your unborn baby warming up for tonight’s game.

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Luckily it’s not too cold so you could wear the jersey over a long sleeve. You feel prideful, standing in the second row on the Beacon Hill bleachers, not because you’re wearing Liam’s numbers and a lot of girls and some guys were giving you dirty looks. You are confident because the jersey is just tight enough that you can almost make out your bump but not enough that people would question it. It gives you a sense of rebellion against your over controlling aunt, it makes you feel excited. You’re growing another human with just your body and you want to show that off.

The marching band begins to play and people chant. You join in as much as you can but again, you’re too new to know the cheers by heart. An announcer tries to hype up the crowd and it seems to work since every student screams with excitement You smile at Lydia, who snuggles onto your arm. She was cold but that didn’t shock you. You were always warm. You remember Brett saying he never had to worry about you being cold at his games because you’re unnatural body heat warmed even him up. Sleeping in the same bed as him was interesting at first because you both were too hot to even sleep with a simple sheet.

Liam comes over to you after huddle with a huge grin on his face. “ You made it!” He shouts. You make your way by people and over to the beta. You hug him and he picks you up, hugging you into a bear hug. He kisses you cheek and you give him a strange look but say nothing. “You look absolutely gorgeous in my jersey.” You laugh, posing with your hand cupping your small bump.

“DUNDAR!” Coach shouts to Liam. You punch his shoulder and wish him luck. As he runs to the field, he turns back to look at you.

“I love you!” He rushes onto the field. You freeze, not wanting to process what he just said. Maybe it was like a friendly ‘I love you’, you think. But none of your friends have ever said it like that. He meant that, and maybe it was a slip up but he meant that. You make your way back to your spot on the bleachers, still trying to process what happened.

Boos pull you back to reality. You look at the field and your heart stops. All the air leaves your body and returns at a moment when the crowd is rather silent. A loud gasp causes any werewolf in sight to turn and look at you. Not excluding Brett. He looks at you, knowing any noise you made from anywhere. He tried for four months to forget it to no prevail. You stare at each other before the announcer begins introducing the home team and people begin cheering and blocking your view. You try to breathe but you feel like your locked in place, you begin to hyperventilate and you have to sit down. Lydia follows you down.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Lydia holds your hand.

“He’s here,” You gasp out. Lydia peers through the people. “I never thought I would see him again. At least not like this,” You cover your ears and try to catch your breathe. Lydia places her hand on your back but she doesn’t crowd you. You manage to calm down and you look around and realize half the people have left and the game is half way over. Beacon Hills of course is being crushed. You stand and see the players and you find the number that has the most significance to you. 28 in bold letters runs down the field and your heart beats faster, like every time he rushes to the goal. It’s a familiar and relaxing sound to him. He’s been listening to you all through the game, making sure you were okay. Despite, trying to get over you, he loves you with every inch of his being. Nothing would ever change that.

You scan the field again and see Liam on the sidelines. He glances between you and the game. You wonder what he’s doing but as you watch him closer, he’s not watching the game. He’s watching Brett. You realize the people who stood in front of you had long since left and your protective shield had disappeared. You look at Lydia and she smiles. You lean over to a girl you think is named Malia, you just remember her being a werecoyote.

“Did Liam say anything to number 28 on the other team?” You ask her. She nods.

“He asked if he could smell your perfume? I don’t know why. I mean, I can smell your perfume and it smells fine to me-“ you stop listening to glare at Liam. He knew Brett would be here tonight! He knew that and that’s why he had you wearing his jersey and why he was acting weird. He wanted to piss off Brett. “You smell different now.” Malia comments but Mason shushes her.

Liam looks over, scared since he overheard what Malia has told you. He knows that you do not want to be seen by Brett, let alone used as weapon to distract Brett from the game. He can smell the rage coming from you and he sees you whisper to Mason. He and Malia move to stand in front of you as a makeshift wall. Liam swallows the lump in his throat and watches the rest of the game from the bench.

Meanwhile, you sit on the bleachers, writhing in you anger. You can’t stand the though of cheering him on or supporting him anymore, worried that even that would attract too much attention to yourself. When the final buzzer rings, you look at the score and smirk to see that Liam lost, and while you should feel bad for his team, you don’t. This gives you a reason to be snarky and say that maybe if Liam had paid attention to the game rather than you, maybe he could have won. You stand up and look at the field and instantly your blood runs cold. There in the center of the field, while his teammates cheer around him, Brett stares right at you.

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fyi you’re on post notifications because I love Brett too much 💚

Honey, don’t we all!! Lol thanks 💚

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Okay so I’m really sad that Teen Wolf is over but I just have one question…

WHO THE HELL IS GREENBERG? Since the earlier seasons I’ve always been wondering who the hell is Greenberg. We’ve seen Coach Finstock go on and on about how much he hates him but who is he?

WHO IS HE????

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Part Two of New Endings

I’m almost finished writing it but I just want to make sure people are still interested...if not I might not post it

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Are you going to make a part 2 to New Endings ?

I’m hoping to very soon. It’s been way too long of a break😂

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My heart after new endings 💔💔. Are you going to have a tag list for the series and can I be added to it????

I wasn’t planning on having a tag list but if more people want that I will 😅

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New Endings (Part 1?)

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This took way longer to write than I intended. I’m hoping to make this a series so if you like it please message me and let me know so I can write a part two :)

Warnings; Brief swearing, teen pregnancy, sad af

You knock on the door to the huge house. It would be the last time you saw it, you told yourself. You hear light footsteps and you already know it’s Lori. She opens the door and smiles widely. She pulls you into a hug and you hesitate to hug her back. She pulls back and looks behind you.

“Where’s Brett?” Lori smiles.

“I thought he was here.” You look up the stairs and Lori shakes her head. You slouch and hold back tears you’ve been fighting since you pulled up. “Sorry, I’ll just-“

“Come in and wait. He’s probably just getting done with practice. He should be home soon.” Lori pulls you inside and into the front office. You find the lounge chair and curl up in it. Lori closes the door, causing you to exhale air you didn’t realize you were holding. Lori sits on the floor by you. You watch her face, expecting her to say something. She is about to say something when she her face changes. Her eyebrows perk up and she inhales. “Do you smell that? Well obviously not. You’re not a werewolf.” Lori inhales again. “You smell different.” You hesitate again.

“New perfume.” You say. Lori inhales again and you curse yourself for coming over early.

“No, like hormonally different. And not like menstrual because i know that. This is different.” She thinks and her eyes grow huge. She looks at you and you leap on top of her, covering her mouth with your hand. She squirms and basically throws you off her with ease. “YOU’RE PREGNANT!” You try to cover her mouth but she steps back and gasps louder. “AND YOU KNOW!”

“Of course I know, Lori! I’m late! I would know before Brett would!” You snap and Lori looks at you in shock. You never yelled at her. You cover your face with your hands and cry into them. She hugs you and you cry into her shoulder. “He’s gonna hate me.” You sob into her shoulder and she rocks you.

“He’s not gonna hate you.” It’s quiet for quite some time and the tension grows thick with anticipation. “Are you going to tell him?” You wipe tears from your eyes and look at Lori.

“Of course. I have to tell him. I’m going to be the reason his entire life is ruined,” Lori tries to stop you but you continue. “He’s going to loose all of his scholarships and he won’t be able to get into a good college and he’s going to he hate me and the baby.” You panic so Lori pulls you to her chest again. You knew that he would be so focused on you and not school or lacrosse that all the colleges looking at him would give up on him and he wouldn’t be able to move on from that.

“So what are you going to do?” Lori sits back and you wipe tears from your eyes. You shrug.

“I’m moving out of my apartment and moving to Beacon Hills to live with my cousin.” You play with your thumbs and Lori grabs your hands. You look at her, she looks broken hearted and she shakes her head furiously. “I can’t afford to live on my own anymore.” you explain but Lori doesn’t listen.

“So move in with us. Satomi will understand-“ You cut her off before she can finish.

“You know just as well as I do that Satomi wouldn’t be okay with that,” Lori slouches and you can tell she’s just as lost as you are. She was going to be losing her best friend. “Lori, Brett needs lacrosse. He needs to get out his anger and he needs to go to college. He can’t have any distractions and he needs to focus on lacrosse and college, not a family. And not only that, but he can always join our family later in life and have the father role in the baby’s life. I would never take that away from him.” Lori nods but says nothing.

“I have to at least give him a chance to start a new life.” you cup her cheek and she leans forward. Your heads touch in such a loving way you feel like sisters who have done this over a million times. The front door opens and Brett strolls in, shirtless and hair wet. Lori jumps up and quickly walks out of the door, not even saying goodbye. Brett frowns and looks at you. You stand up and walk over to him. He drops his lacrosse bag. When you get close enough, Brett pulls you closer and kisses you. He hums contently into the kiss.

“Hey baby.” he mutters on your lips and you pull back. He gives you a concerned look. “How was your day?”

“Fine. It was just fine.” Your smile is obviously fake but Brett kisses you again. You don’t pull back, savoring the last kiss you would probably ever get from him. You try to drill into your mind the way his lips feel on yours, how his hands feel on your body, how his jawline feel on your fingertips.

“So you just thought you would surprise me after practice?” Brett pulls back and smiles lovingly down at you. You smile slightly and close your eyes. “Because it’s the best surprise you could give me.” He chuckles. “I actually have something to talk to you about.” You hold his hand. He smile flatters and you feel your heart drop. You had no clue you were even going to start. You had to tell the love of your life that you were leaving him. That you were moving to Beacon Hills and that you were never going to see him again. His hands, which are so peaceful and familiar, squeeze yours lightly.

“(Y/N)?” You try not to cry at the sound of your name from his lips but you feel your eyes betray you and a single tears slips from your eye. You wipe it away quickly. “Baby, what’s going on.” He panicks, not sure what to do. You step back, sitting in the chair and Brett crouches in front of you.

“You feeling okay?” You nod and exhale. He studies you’re features and notices how fast your heart is beating. He feels nervous himself because he can smell your nerves going crazy.“Do you need a glass of water? What’s wrong?” Brett cups your cheek and you take a deep breathe. You look at your phone and see a text from your cousin. You unlock your phone and see it’s a picture of a bedroom at her house that she set up for you to live for as long as you need. It gives you a form of encouragement, letting you know that Brett will move on and you’ll have support.

“I’m leaving.” you mutter. Brett frowns.

“Okay,” He stands up and your heart stops. “I guess I’ll walk you to car.” You stand up hesitantly. How could he be so okay with this? You follow him to the front door, sulking and crying silently.

“So do you want me to stop by your apartment later?” you look at him and he’s not even sad. You frown and shake your head.

“I’m all packed up.” you whisper. It looks like Brett’s eyes are about to pop out of there sockets. You step back.

“What do you mean ‘all packed up’? Where the fuck are you going?” He steps closer and you step back again. You look around but it’s like no one is home.

“I’m moving to Beacon Hills.” You say and Brett’s jaw drops.

“(Y/N), that’s two hours away. I can’t drive that everyday.” He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair. Your heart breaks slowly, realizing all the pieces facing into place. You sigh heavily. It’s too quiet for too long. You think of how to phrase the next sentence.

“I’m not expecting you to.” You say and you can practically hear both of your hearts breaking. He looks at you, knowing exactly what you mean by that but not wanting to process it. “You’ll stay here and I’ll move to Beacon Hills and you can pretend like I don’t exist.” You look in his blue eyes and see them well up with tears he fights back. You wipe the ones that escape your eyes.

“It’s better this way.” You say to mostly yourself than him.

“For who? Me? Because I can assure you I’m not feeling ‘better’!” He snaps and you grab your keys. “I know you’re not okay with this. What’s actually going on?” Brett grabs your wrist and you pull back. You can tell he’s not going to give up as easily as you hoped for.

“I’m breaking up with you, Brett. That’s it. Just forget about me.” You open the door and Brett grabs it. You walk onto the porch.

“No.” He says and you stop on the steps. “I’m not going to forget you. Ever.” You can hear the pain in his voice but you walk to your car, full of all your clothes and belongings. You get in sobbing as you pull out of the driveway. You look at the porch and see Brett collapsed on the ground. You fight the urge to run to him. You pull out and speed away from the house with your best friend and the love of your life. You don’t look back in the rearview mirror to see Brett chasing after you, collapsing in the road from the tears and sobs that take over his body.

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Hey do you have a masterlist? ❤️

I don’t have a materlist mostly because I only have 5 stories written. After this next one I’m going to create one because it’s a short series.

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'LIES ' IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!

I'm so glad you like it💚💚💚

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Reblog if you’re remaining active in the teen wolf tumblr community after the finale

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Request Update

I am in the process of writing my pregnancy one but it's way more difficult than I had expected. So I'm changing it a little and if people like it, I'll make it into a series. I'm sorry for all the delay but hopefully it will be up soon. 😅💚

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Lies

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Here it is FINALLY!!! I hope you like it guys!!! 

WARNING: swearing, accusations of cheating, fighting...I think that might be it...

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The one night you asked him to be there for you. One night.  And he doesn’t show up. You call him one last time before you give up and go home. It was the night your midterm paper and you needed Brett to help you. Of course, him being at Devenford and you going to Beacon Hills with your brother, Scott, the distance was hard but that has never stopped you two before. He came for prom, lacrosse games, random dinners, he would even drive over when you were having period cramps. But the one night you actually asked him to be there, he wasn’t.

You didn’t want to be upset but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. Stupid for depending on him, stupid for needing the help in the first place, but most of all you felt stupid for believing he would come. He’s canceled plenty of time, on your nine month anniversary, he called you five minutes before he was supposed to meet you to say he couldn’t make it. You didn’t even want to celebrate because you felt like having an anniversary evert month wasn’t important until it was a year but Brett insisted this was important. He canceled when plans on your birthday, but he made up for both events. But your midterm pretty much determined where you would go for college.

You get home and open your window out of habit. every night since you two started dating, you opened your window for your werewolf boyfriend to come through. Scott didn’t like it but he knew that if your window was open, Brett was bound to come and check up on you. He was off at school now so it was mostly just you home by yourself. But anytime he came home, he just plugged his ears or left when Brett was over.

You turn on your music and stare at the ceiling, thinking of college. Before you know it, the bed moves and a big figure flops down next to you. You don’t look at him, you just stare at the ceiling. Brett clears his throat and leans in his elbow to look at you.

“Prince Charming is here.” He smirks and you glance at him. His forehead is sweatier than normal and his hair is messy.

“Where?” you snap back. Brett smiles and leans in closer.

“You’re looking at him.” He leans in for a kiss and you sit up, dodging him. You look around and shrug.

“I don’t see him.” You get up and walk to your closet, finding an outfit the next day to wear at school. Brett sits up and frowns, expecting you to turn and smile at him but you never do. Instead you go to the bathroom and begin brushing your teeth. He follows and leans on the doorway. You put your long hair into a messy bun and continue to brush your teeth as if brushing away every kiss and every thing you have done that involved Brett and your mouth.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” He eyes you. You shove past him back to your room.

“Nope.” You begin changing into your pajama’s and Brett sits on your bed. You slide on black boy shorts and maroon shirt. You walk back to the bathroom and wash your face. Brett doesn’t follow you this time. Instead he reads the paper you shared with him. In his opinion, it would get you into any school you wanted so he didn’t know why you would be upset. You come back in the room and he smiles at you.

“Baby, this is great. Why are you stressing out about it?” You freeze when he speaks up. You look at him in shock. He read it. He knew he was supposed to come and he didn’t do it.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You say. He looks at you with raised brows. You scoff and cross your arms, waiting for him to make comment about it but he stays silent. “Do you know what day it is?” You snap. He thinks about it and then shrugs.

“It’s Tuesday.” he says matter of factly. You throw your arms up, exasperated. You take a deep breath and point to your computer.

“You promised to help me with my paper and send it to colleges since you were already excepted. You FUCKING said that you would help and you FUCKING left me alone at the library all FUCKING night and now you walk into my house and expect me to be okay with this?!” You start yelling at Brett and he looks at you shocked.You swore but never like this and Brett didn’t like this side of you.

“I forgot baby, I’m so sorry.” He stands up and walks over to you quickly but carefully. “Let me make it up to you.”

“No!” You push him away. “I’m tired of you having to make shit up to me! I want my boyfriend to be supportive and there for me but you seem to have more important things. But tell me Brett, what’s your excuse this time? Maybe your car broke down or maybe Satomi wouldn’t let you out of the house or my personally favorite, you were helping Lori with homework.”You become more and more hysterical by the second. You run your hands through your hair and scoff.

“I was at work.” Brett answers.

“YOU DON’T HAVE A JOB!!!!” You snap at him and size him up again. You see a green wristband that sticks out like a sore thumb. The words ‘SInema’ in black print. “What is that?” You point to his wrist. He looks and covers it up. You feel like him hiding it knocks all the air out of you. “Are you cheating?” You whisper.

“No!” Brett snaps. “What would fucking make you think that?”

“You just fucking lied to my face and said you were ‘at work’ and now you hide your wrist band that proves you weren’t  where you said you were! And you were at a goddamn club while I was at the library waiting for you!” You shout. Brett stutters and stands up walking to your window.

“I’ll talk to you when you actually want to listen to me.” You scoff and practically push him out your window. He lands on his feet and glares up at you with yellow eyes.

“If you would have told me the truth from the start, I would have listened.” you wipe away tears you din’t see coming. When Brett sees you cry, his eyes disappear and his mood changes entirely.

“Y/N…” You slam your window shut before he can even say anything else.

You go to your bed and curl up in a ball under the covers. You cry harder than you’ve ever cried before. Your mom comes in to check on you and when she sees your state, she calls Scott who immediately drives into town to spend the day with you. You go to school though, looking like death itself. Liam follows you around, trying to make you feel better but with no success. You get home and open your window but you quickly close it, not wanting anyone or anything coming through your window tonight. You begin homework and try not think of your werewolf or his smile or lips or body or laugh or kisses or hugs or cuddles or hands or hair or eyes. But you can’t. That’s all you can think about so you just shut your eyes and end up falling asleep on your homework.

Your bedroom door opens and chuckle is heard but you don’t move. You turn your head away from the light and snuggle back into your arms.

“Y/N.” Scott says. You don’t move or jump. He repeats your name but you choose not to look. “She’s all yours.” Scott says to someone else. The door closes and your chair is moved from your desk and a body carries you with ease to your bed. They gently place you on top and under the sheets. You half expect the body to crawl in with you but they don’t. You open your eyes and see Brett looking at you from your previous spot on the chair. You stare at each other, reading the others actions and emotions without words. Brett areas the silence.

“Satomi asked me to check out a lead on a possible lone wolf. She wants to make sure they won’t be a threat to us or to the McCall pack.” You listen as Brett talks. Everything he says make sense. Satomi wouldn’t want a lone wolf roaming around and reeking havoc for either of the packs. “I was going to go to the library but then Liam texted me and said he tracked the wolf to Sinema and you know Liam would never text me unless it was serious.” you half smile, knowing Liam and Brett weren’t fond of each other. “So technically I was at work but I did mess up and I don’t want to keep making thinks up to you. I want to be there for you. So if you will forgive me, I would love to start now.” Brett puts a dozen roses on the table that you never spotted before. You gasp lightly and stare at the roses. When you don’t respond, Brett takes it as you’re still mad so he stands up, walking to the door.

He doesn’t hear you jump up and run over. You quickly hug the tall wolf from behind and he freezes. You hug him tightly and snuggle into his back. Warm hands cover yours and you smile. He turns and cups your face, kissing you with more passion than any other kiss you have ever received You smile into the kiss and hold his hands in place.

“I love you.” he whispers. You smile wider.

“I love you.”

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Hey, I was just wondering if you were ever going to post the pregnant story?

I am an awful, horrible, stupid writer and I lost my stupid password and then I completely forgot that I had requests 😭🔫 BUT I am writing as I post this (not an empty promise) and I should have my window requests up by tonight and my pregnancy one by Saturday. Pleas do t hate me. I completely understand the loss of followers.Side note: I HIT 1,000 AAAAHHHHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU 😊 I appreciate every single one of you. When I started writing I literally expected one person to follow me and maybe a few "follow for follow back" not 1,000!!! Thank you all!Anyway the stories at being written once I post this. Please forgive me💚❤️💙

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Don't you worry!!!!! I think you're writing is so good! Please don't think it isn't:( but I'm dead serious you have such a talent keep writing! Ily❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much. This actually has me in tears. I've been struggling with a lot lately and this makes my day!❤️😭 thank you so so so much.

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Can you do a Brett story where Brett and the reader are mates and she is 6 months pregnant when the deadpool comes out with her name on it? And Brett is super protective of her and the baby when the hunters chase brett and his sister all the way to the field. PLEASE!!

I actually have a pregnancy one started and I'll try to work this in...