#let it be said that the only thing I love about wattpad is its good copyright system

[saltymongoose]

Hold on- didn’t you make that wattpad book? “This is all real?” Or something like that-

((NOT A REQUEST PEOPLE MISTOOK IT LAST TIME))

Ah, I expected to get a question like this at some point. To make things short: no, I did not make the wattpad book. That would be a repost by someone else, who copied the original hcs found here.

Truthfully, I don't actually even have a wattpad account since I don't like the website all that much. And it's not like the reposter denied that it was copied, or deleted the comment about that, so I guess I can appreciate their honesty to some capacity lmao.

Naturally, I would have much preferred to have clear credit/acknowledgment in the description as I outlined in this post. However, considering how that book on wattpad predated this by a lot (the rb especially) that comment and response count as just enough acknowledgment in my view to make me withhold any legal action that I was considering at the time. And my name was still in the description, even if they said it was "inspired" by me, so I guess that might count for something (even if it wasn't nearly as important to my decision as the comment). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So essentially, that book's a repost of my stuff on a website I don't go to. And honestly, I wouldn't have named it that if I posted it there anyway lol. Thanks for the question, though, it gives me a good chance to clarify things. <3

[poppyflower-22]

are you taking requests? saw you're multi so i thought id send anyway but its so random,

estabished lando x reader on race day and tom blyth is on the paddock for silverstone and reader gets excited bc she loved him on tbosas and lando gets jealous?

Jealous Jealous

Side note: I've never written on tumbler before. Only Wattpad, so don't judge if this is bad.

Also, I added she is Max's sister because I like reading and writing siter brother bonds.

There’s probably spelling errors and grammar mistakes, but I wrote this in a night.

Lando 24, reader 22. (Dating 1 year but not discussed) Masterlist

When Lando met Y/n, he knew she was a fan of the Hunger Games movies. She loved them a lot. She had read all the books. Everything.

So when the new one came out Lando took her to see it even if he had never really seen one of the previous movies.

Let's just say y/n was hooked onto the main guy who played Coriolanus.

It was something Lando didn't really know about. But he thought nothing of it as it was highly unlikely that they would See this Tom Blyth fellow at a race.

Five months after the movie was released, Lando had completely forgotten about his girlfriend's crush.

It was race day at the Silverstone track. Lando and y/n walked into the paddock hand and hand, smiling at the fans that where there.

Y/n gasped and stoped suddenly. Lando frowned confused on why you girlfriend stoped.

"What's wrong?" He frowned and followed her eye sight to see a man in dark jeans and a dark shirt. Shaggy brown hair. "Who's that?" He asked slightly jealous at the way his girlfriend was looking at the man.

Y/n slapped him on the arm lightly, not looking away from Tom. "That's Tom Blyth. The guy who played Coriolanus Snow in the new hunger games movie." She explained to him. Gushing over him.

"Ahha." He made a face of recolonisation. When they watched the new movie y/n was obsessed with Coriolanus Snow and gushed about how Tom was a good actor to play him.

"I'm going to say hi." She spoke suddenly kissing his cheek and sleeping over to Tom who smiled at the girl.

Lando watch with his arms crosed. It's not that he didn't trust y/n it was that Tom guy. He watched as he placed his arm around her waist for a picture and he clenched his jaw.

He wouldn't say anything because it would only make her sad. He hated the way her face lit up as he asked her a question. Jealousy was sweeping in through his veins.

Max, who was walking down the paddock saw his sisters boyfriend frowning and followed his eye sight.

He laughed knowing Y/n liked Coriolanus Snow and extension to who played him.

"No need to be jealous." Max commented as he pattered Lando's shoulder shaking the boy from his thoughts.

"I'm not." Lando scoffed and went back to watching his girlfriend as she bid the Brit goodbye.

"Say that to your clenched jaw and your posture." Max chuckled just as y/n was standing in front of them.

"Max." She beamed and kissed him on the cheek. Y/n looked over at Lando with a happy face. "Tom said he was coming tot he McLaren garage. So I said he could stand with me." She gushed.

"How wonderful." Lando smiled at her in fake happiness.

Max chuckled watching them walk away knowing jealous Lando is a funny Lando. He had seen Lando get jealous when guys would come up to her in the clubs.

Lando clenched his jaw hard as he watch Tom make y/n laugh and throw he head back in laughter.

All day y/n had been showing Tom around. And when she was with Lando a bit, all she talked about was Tom and how he filmied Billy The Kid in the snowny mountains.

Charles had teased him about it but backed of seeing the anger in his eyes.

Lando was suited up and ready for the race and was talking to Will. He knew driving like this was a bad idea. Being frustrated beofer a race, never good.

He was normally a jealous guy but he also knew no one could match up to him. But this Tom guy could.

He was handsome. Older. The Verstappen's had a thing for older people. (🤭) Y/n only being 22.

Lando took a deep breath knowing y/n would never cheat on him. Or do anything like that to jeopardise there relationship.

Zak was about to ask Lando a question when Lando pushed his helmet into Will's hand abruptly and stored over to y/n.

"-and then he gave me all thease roses-" y/n was cut of from talking to Tom as Lando grabbed her hand and basically yanked her to his driver's room. "Hey!" She yelled.

Lando ignored her until he pushed her lightly into his driver's room.

"What was that for? I was talking to Tom." Y/n asked closing her arms watching Lando as he signed and then clenched his jaw.

"Do you like this Tom Blyth guy?" He blurted out.

Y/n frowned confused, not knowing what he was talking about. "What?"

Lando signed annoyed, "All day you have been hanging out with him. Laughing with him. Just Tom, Tom Tom." He ranted.

"That dosnt mean I like him." She told her Brit boyfriend.

Lando shook his head, "You barely spent the day with me."

"Your racing today Lan."

"So." He pondered crosing his arms.

Y/n laughed suddenly knowing what he was feeling. "Your jealous." She stated.

Lando shook his head. "I am not." He refused in a child's way.

"There's nothing to be jealous of. We were just talking. That's it." Y/n assured him.

"You looked pretty happy with him." He told her with a frown.

Y/n matched that frown and crosed her arms, now a little angry. "Jesus Lan, we were just talking. Yes I have a crush on him but that's only because we just watched hunger games." She sighed uncrosing her arms and looking away. "We actually have alot in common. As friends. He also has a girlfriend."

Lando looked away from her. Y/n sugged her shoulders with a sly smile, "Well he dose have nice hair though." She couldn’t help but teased.

Lando's head snapped to her direction. "No way. You can't love his hair. You love my hair." He refused making his way over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

That was true. Y/n loved Lando’s hair. She had helped him keep his curls more healthy looking. Y/n loved to play with his as well as Lando loved it when she pulled his hair during sex.

Y/n sighed and pulled him into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

"I'm jealous." He confused. When y/n tried to pull back he refused and held onto her longer. "I'm scared that you'll leave me for someone older. You said when we first got together your type was older men and you liked British people."

Lando dl tightened his hold on her a little, "I don't want to lose you."

Lando was insured about losing the only person he loved more in the world, other then his family.

Y/n sighed and closed her eyes, she finally pulled away from Lando and put her hands on his cheeks. "I do like older men. I do like British men. But I love you." She spoke softly. She smiled at him, making him smile back. "You are the man I will always come home to. You are the one I love. No one, not even a crush I have will stop that because that's it. A crush." She told Lando.

"I love you." Lando smiled kissing her on the lips. Y/n smiled through the kiss.

"I love you." She replied breathless when they parted.

Lando signed and rested his head on her forehead. "I'm sorry for accusing you of liking that guy."

"You mean Tom." Y/n giggled.

"Hmm." He hummed, not caring of his name.

"God Lando." She checked, kissing his cheek before stepping away from him. "Now go out there and race." She giggled as he led then out of his driver's room.

When they got back to the garage Will looked over at them and Lando shot him a thumbs up to indicate it was all good.

Lando turned to his girlfriend. "But do stay with Lilly or something." He pleaded.

Y/n giggled. "Sure." She kissed Lando again beofer he was called over to his engineer. She would do it to ease his nerves and insecurities.

As y/n steped next to Lilly, Tom looked over at her and shot her a smile. She shot a small one back, before talking to Lilly.

Yes she loves Tom Blyth as a crush but her true heart belongs to Lando. He had nothing to worry about, ever.

He would be the one she spend the rest of her life with. What she didn’t known was a ring was resting in Lando’s bed side table. A ring that would sit on her left hand at the end of the year.

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[eetherealgoddess]

hey bestie. requesting a yandere rindou haitanj scenario where reader (cis fem) is currently dating Ran, but rindou is obsessed with her and wants her for himself. a noncon smut where ran leaves reader at home for some reason and rindou takes the opportunity to do the noncon smut and ran ends up catching them, but instead of getting mad, ran just joins them. 💜🖤

Of course!! Hope you like it ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄBrothers Conflictꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Haitani Brothers Au

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Brothers Conflict

Being a Haitani’s girlfriend comes with its perks. Not only is Ran an attentive boyfriend, he loves to spoil his girl with all the finer things. Jewelry, makeup, clothes, nails, you name it, it’s done. It was a done deal as soon as he set his eyes on you. It was interesting considering you were the pursuer at first, having a small crush that grew into something more. Finally, ignoring all of your anxiety you confessed, only to find out that he had the same feelings.

Considering it’s hard to read his emotions, you had no idea that he had been thinking about you as much as you thought about him. It was a wholesome moment when he accepted your confession and surprised you with his own gift the next day to properly ask you to be his official girlfriend. It almost felt too good to be true.

After the first hang out, you met his brother Rin. Unfortunately, the awkward meeting resulted in his subtle insults at the dinner table along with the scowl plastered on his face. Worried that you had crossed a boundary of some sort, Ran reassured you that he acted that way with all his girlfriends and explained that he was just being a protective younger brother.

Brushing it off, you let go of your anxious thoughts and continued on as a normal girlfriend. A few months pass and the tension flees, though you still catch Rin’s intense glare boring into you whenever you and Ran relax at their apartment. You refrained from bringing it up, not wanting to cause any problems between the two brothers.

One day, you had been watching tv as you stroked your boyfriend's hair, his head resting on your lap as he breathed steadily, indicating a deep slumber. After a while, he wakes up and slowly pushes himself off of your lap. You eye him in confusion.

“There’s something I forgot to do. I’ll be back later, babe.” He says before giving you a peck to your forehead and hopping off the sofa. He checks for his wallet in his pocket and opens the door to leave. Once the door shuts behind him, you grab your phone and pull up an app, bored out of your mind as you scroll mindlessly.

“Don’t you have your own home or something?” A voice speaks from the side of the couch. You almost jump out of your skin, you have forgotten that your boyfriend’s younger brother was home.

“Ran invited me over.” You shrug, already used to the subtle jabs to the point that they don’t really affect you as bad. He ignores you as he grabs a glass of water before walking into the living room and sitting next to you, crossing a leg. Your eyebrows furrow at his choice of seating.

“What do you see in my brother, Y/n?”

You pause for a moment, not really expecting a question like that out of nowhere. He takes a sip of the liquid as he readjusts his glasses.

“W-well, I don’t really know how to explain it other than the fact that I would take a bullet for him. I like that I can be myself around him.” You shrug. Honestly, your feelings couldn’t be explained though you know for a fact you’re smitten over the older Haitani. You had been for years prior. The excitement you felt when he accepted your confession was unlike any other happy moment you’ve had. You feel safe when you’re around him, whether to be yourself completely or physically, knowing he’s protective. Of course, this is hard to explain when you’re called out on the spot.

“What a lame answer. Are you sure you deserve my brother?” You make eye contact with him.

“Maybe not.” You sigh, “but I do love him if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not going to try and hurt him or anything.”

It’s a funny thing, really. You think he’s asking as a protective younger brother. Such a naive girl, though that’s something he noticed in you from the beginning. The little love letters and gifts he opened whenever he found them in his brother’s trash. The excitement he saw on your face from a distance when Ran accepted your confession, not willingly on his own but by his younger brother’s bargaining. The hue that formed on your face when you read the notes from ‘Ran,’ not realizing who they were actually written by.

The plan was easy, really. Ran asks you out so his younger brother can get closer to you. What wasn’t part of the plan was Ran falling for you mid relationship. It just wasn’t fair. He never noticed you until Rin noticed you. Of course, they argued about it. Argued over you. It was interesting how much conflict you were bringing to the brothers without even knowing it. Yes, such a naive thing.

You eye him curiously, wondering why he hadn’t answered you. After a moment of Rin lost in his thoughts, he sets the cup down and stands up. Turning towards you, he bends over and snatches you from the sofa, placing you over his shoulder as he walks to the hall of the apartment.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You exclaim as you hit his back repeatedly. Once he reached his bedroom, he shut the door before tossing you on the bed.

“Rin?”

He climbs on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

“Why? Why do you love him so fucking much?” Your eyebrows furrow as you gaze at him with confusion. You wince as his grip tightens.

“What about me? I’m the one who tried so hard to get you! I’m the one who did everything!”

“Rin, I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You try to reason with him, anxious out of your mind.

“The notes, the letters, all of it! It was all me.” He hissed, nails digging into your skin. “It was all a plan!”

“What? N-no.” You say in denial. You were so happy when Ran finally decided to give you attention within your relationship considering the beginning of it was a little confusing. You take a moment to think back to those detailed notes that stated things only Ran should know. Was it really all a ploy?

The younger Haitani smirks. “Yes, your precious boyfriend lied to you. Multiple times. He didn’t even have feelings for you until recently.” Tears threaten to fall as a familiar lump forms in your throat.

“N-no. Please, stop saying those things.” You hold back from crying, no longer in denial though not wanting to continue to hear anymore of what was coming out of his mouth.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to wake up, Y/n. It’s time you give back to me.” He states, removing his glasses and setting them down. You take the opportunity to use your free hand to slap him.

“Get off of me!” You shout angrily, tears finally spilling. You just want to leave and sulk by yourself. Rotting in your bed as you send Ran a break up text.

Instead of pinning the arm down, he ignores your outburst by grabbing your neck and lowering his face.

“If you bite me, I will fuck you up.” He promised with a deranged glint in his eyes. You could only stare in horror as he brought his lips to yours. He moves his lips along you hungrily before piercing his tongue through, saliva sliding out of your mouth as you don’t respond.

Using your free hand, you attempt to shove him by the shoulder though it doesn’t work. When he pulls back, he stops for a moment to wipe his mouth and gaze at your eyes. Before you could stop him, his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck, piling kisses slowly up your skin as you grip his shoulder.

“Rin, don’t do this.” You cry, ignored as he uses both of his hands to tear your shirt. You gasp as the cold air hits your skin, the shirt torn apart, revealing your bare breasts considering you didn’t wear a bra today. His hands grab your mounds, gently squeezing as he releases a quiet moan.

“I was angry the first time I saw you and my brother have sex.” He lowers his head as he sucks one of the nipples, flicking his tongue before closing his lips around the nub once more. A heartbeat forms from your clit as you slightly arch your back from the chill that runs up your spine.

“Rin, please stop.” Your voice cracked, still hurt from the words before though frustrated with the reaction your body is emitting. He makes eye contact with heavy lids.

“But then, I couldn’t help but watch. Your intoxicating moans drew me in, Y/n.” His husky voice vibrated against your nipple, his lips barely touching the nub as he speaks, breath causing your nipple to harden.

“Such a slutty girl. Legs wide open for my brother, begging for more.” He returns to sucking, along with one of his hands easing down to your pants, unhooking them before sliding into your panties.

“Rin.” You whisper. “Just wait, please. W-we can talk about this.” You bite your lip when you feel his finger push against your clit. He slowly rolls his finger against the nub, eyeing you as he continues to lick your nipple. His other hand fondles the other breast, pulling and rubbing circles on your nipple. Your hands held his shoulders, pushing him once more, to no avail.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about your face and how it looked when he was eating you out. The way you rubbed your pussy against his face. I came so hard thinking about you, baby.” He whispers the last sentence.

Your fingers tighten against his shirt as he accelerates his finger against your pussy. Your hips twitch as your head falls back. You felt the juice fall out of your pussy as he gave another lick to your nipple.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand out and sits up. He moves off of you and swiftly pulls your pants off. You try sitting up only to be pushed down before he tears your panties off.

“Rin! This is wrong!”

He ignores you as he opens your legs, fitting himself in between as he holds your thighs down. He doesn’t give you a chance before his lips circle around your clit. Your hips jolt up as you grab his head as an attempt to push him away. His grip only tightens around your thighs, squeezing his arms around painfully as well as using his nails to leave indents, eyeing you from below. You yelp in pain as you fall back, the pleasure of his tongue flicking your nub conflicting with your emotions.

“Well, brother. This was quicker than I thought.” A voice comes from the doorway. You look up surprised to see your boyfriend.

“Ran, i-it’s not what it looks like! I swear!” You cry out.

“It’s okay, baby. I know.” He sighs as he sits behind you, positioning himself to lean against the headboard as your back leans against him.

“I know I have some explaining to do. We can talk about it later, alright? Just relax.” He circles his arms around your waist, his hands moving to hold your breasts as he leaves a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

Rin uses his fingers to gather your slick before pressing two of them inside of you, angling it to hit your g-spot steadily as he continues sucking and licking your clit. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips to force his fingers deeper, releasing a moan before heavily breathing as the overwhelming sensation takes over your body. Your eyes fall into the back of your head as you lay against Ran.

“I just want you to know that I love you so much, even if our relationship didn’t start off as ideal.” Ran softly speaks against your ear while pinching and fondling your nipples.

“W-why did you, ah… lie to… fuck! Lie to me?”

“Oh God!” You exclaim as Rin continues to bring you closer to the edge, accelerating once more as the sounds of your wet pussy fills the room. You feel Ran’s hardened cock against your back.

“I said we’ll talk about it later.” He uses one hand to pull your chin back, landing a passionate kiss on your lips as your body moves against him, grinding your hips against Rin’s face as he adds another finger.

“I-I’m gonna…ah!” You moan as you finally release, Rin lapping up all your juices as your body convulses.

When Rin moves from your legs, he removes his pants as Ran gently shifts you on your knees. You breathe heavily as your legs tremble from your orgasm. Rin guides you on top of himself as you weakly rest your head on his shoulder.

“W-wait! What about a condom?” You say against his neck.

“It’ll be a Haitani either way.” Ran states as he removes his own pants.

Before you could respond, Rin pulls you down as he shoves his cock all the way in. Both of you groan as the feeling of your pussy is stretched and wrapped tightly around his girth. His arms wrap around your back as he holds it there. You feel Ran spread your cheeks before he uses your leaking cream and his own saliva to rub against his cock. He eased the head in, a pain shooting through your back as you whimpered against Rin’s neck.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy so good.” Rin breathes out before pulling back and rocking his hips forward. Ran shoves himself all the way in as he grips your ass, pulling himself back before slamming in.

They both rock their hips, gradually accelerating as all of your moans and heavy breathing filled the air. The pain mixes in with the pleasure before it engulfs you fully, your mouth held open as your body rocks in between them. Your hands hold onto Rin’s shoulders tightly as you’re plowed from both holes.

“So good. Such a good fucking girl.” The blonde says as he picks up the pace. His head falls back as your sweat mixes with his. “I waited so long, Y/n. You have no idea… fuck! How many… ah! Times I’ve cum to you.”

In a twisted way, the words he spills out of his mouth causes another aching throb to hit your pussy, clenching around him as you both make eye contact.

Ran accelerates his speed, turned on by the display of you getting double penetrated by both of them. He smiles as the scenarios fly through his mind of you naked and waiting for them to come home. Another twitch of his cock forms from the ideas.

After a few minutes of his cock making contact with your g-spot and your boyfriend’s cock filling your ass, you squeeze your eyes shut as you subconsciously bite into Rin’s shoulder, orgasming. Your bite causes him to groan out before pressing himself deep inside you and releasing his load. Ran follows not long after, his cum leaking out of your ass as he pushes against you. Breathing heavily, Ran removes himself from you, pulling you into his arms as well as Rin hugging you from behind.

When you caught your breath, you attempted to sit up from your position, anger lingering from the truth spoken earlier.

“We need to talk.” You say to both of them who only ignore you as they hold you in place, dozing off into a deep slumber as you follow not long after.

[hollybell51]

can you post newt x female reader smut? i had a look at your wattpad and noticed that you already had some but it's in the old style (i'm assuming it's your old style) and i really like how you write now (the stuff you post on here). obv only if you're comfortable with it, btw i love your work!

First of all, I'm glad you like my stuff! Secondly, I sure can! I've got some brand new things I cooked up a while back, and I would be delighted to share the love xxx

Just like that

Series masterlist, masterpost

Newt x fem!Reader

Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 2318

Summary: shameless Newt smut. Enjoy.  

Content: smut. Porn with like the tiniest hint of a plot. Friends with benefits type beat. Making out, blowjobs, hickeys, light praise kink (kind of), light dirty talk, masturbation (kind of), hair pulling (reader is the puller), cowgirl position (sort of??? Idk??), al fresco lol 

Notes: I’m so sorry I have no idea how to tag this stuff. Literally what’s in “content” is in it, there might be stuff that I forgot so I apologise but it’s basically just what you’d expect from smut (I’m pretty basic)

You were kissing Newt. Or maybe Newt was kissing you, since he’d started the whole thing when he had put down the now empty cup of hot tea the two of you had been sharing, sheltered behind the partially rotted corpse of a massive tree, and taken your chin between his strong fingers, turned you to face him, then very deliberately pressed his lips against your own. You’d just smiled and let him, giving as good as you got. He still tasted like the drink, the sweetness of the honey you’d insisted on adding coating his mouth. And so it was that you came to be locked in a soft embrace now, with your movements lazy and relaxed as you took your sweet time exploring each other. 

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; you liked Newt and he liked you, and both knew it. It was nice to have a sort of outlet every now and then, someone who you didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than yourself around, and who didn’t pretend around you. And that’s what Newt was, and what he had been for some time, ever since a few months ago when the two of you had found yourself drunkenly making out behind the homestead while the other Gladers enjoyed a bonfire. 

Now, Newt’s hand had found its way to your breast, tracing circles over the material of your shirt and making your skin prickle. You traced a line along his jaw, your finger trailing down his neck to rest on his shoulder. You shifted yourself slightly, angling your body further towards him to ease the suggestion of a stiffness threatening to grow in your neck if you kept up your current position much longer. Newt’s mouth was still soft on yours, his tongue stroking your own lazily, but something about him was saying that he wanted more – or would soon. 

“Do you want me to suck you off?” you asked, breaking the kiss. The two of you had decided a while back that being open and up front was the way to go – “candid,” Newt had stated solemnly, and you’d agreed. 

He seemed to consider for a moment, then glanced around to check for anyone in the immediate vicinity. The fallen tree trunk you were sitting against wasn’t all that deep into the deadheads, and while it was huge and had served as an excellent shelter numerous times before, it never hurt to be careful. It wasn’t that either of you were ashamed of your standing with the other – your “situationship” you jokingly called it – it was just that it would be awkward to get caught. 

Now, Newt smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, placing another gentle kiss on your lips. 

You returned the smile, slipping your hand under the waistband of his pants, massaging his cock gently. You felt him grow hard, and when you were satisfied, you deftly unzipped his pants. You smiled again, spitting into your palm and resuming your light ministrations. 

Newt raised his eyebrows, clearing his throat. “Love, that’s wonderful, but quit teasing.” 

“Magic word?” you grinned. 

Your friend sighed, rolling his eyes. “Please,” he huffed. 

You nodded, licking your lips before gently kissing the tip of his dick and lowering your mouth over the head. Newt gave a tiny moan – well, something between a sigh and a moan – and moved his hand to your hair, his fingers tracing patterns gently over your scalp. You really liked giving blowjobs to Newt; he was always so gentle and considerate, and it never even felt like you were “giving” him anything. Sure, his dick was in your mouth, but it was more like something you were doing with him, something nice and fun and extremely gratifying. Especially when he talked to you, which he was doing now. 

“That’s it love,” he murmured as you swirled your tongue around him, your hands working what wasn’t already in your mouth. “God, you’re good at this.” 

The praise lit a warm glow inside you, and you sank your head lower. Newt’s breath caught in his throat as you hollowed your cheeks, the tip of his dick now almost touching the back of your throat with every bob of your head, your hand still taking care of the base. It was as slow and laid back as your kisses had been just minutes before, and you loved every second. 

You continued like that, basking in Newt’s grunts of “yes” and “fuck” and the occasional “God, (Y/N)” before his fingers slid from your hair to under your chin, prompting you to stop. You released him with a wet sort of “pop” sound, licking your lips delicately while still holding his throbbing cock in one hand. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright as he looked at you. Your own face was warm, matching the not entirely unpleasant heat you’d felt building between your legs. 

“Take your pants off and come here.” He patted his lap, kicking his own pants further down his legs. 

You grinned. “Is that an order or an invitation?” 

“An invitation, since you never do anything I order.” 

“It’s cause you never say please,” you deadpanned as you shuffled out of your pants, discarding them and your underwear to one side. You swung a leg over Newt’s hips, straddling him, and placed your hands either side of his face. “How’s this?” 

“Yeah, not bad,” he nodded, his own hands easing your shirt upwards. You let him, lifting your arms obediently as he slipped the piece of fabric over your head and sent it the way of your pants. He kissed along the line of your bra, then, watching your face carefully, reached around and undid the clasp. He caressed your breasts softly, sweetly, and slowly. That really did seem to be the theme of the day. 

“Hey,” you said after a moment when he made no move to take his own shirt off, your hand coming to rest over his. “How come I’m naked and you’re not?” 

He shrugged, twisting his hand to entwine his fingers with yours. 

“Hardly seems fair,” you breathed, sliding your hips over his. 

Newt’s breath caught in his throat once more, and he rolled his eyes at you. “If you insist.” 

“I certainly do.” You pushed his shirt up, pulling it deftly over his head and tossing it to the side before laying your palms against his warm skin. You knew there were things Newt liked more than his own body, but you’d never really understood why. Sure, he was skinnier than some of the other boys, and his leg was a continuous chip on his shoulder, but you thought he was hotter than anyone you could name off the top of your head and you made sure he was aware of the fact. 

In fact, the first time he’d expressed anything resembling insecurity, you’d been watching him get dressed after a night well spent, idly pondering how perfectly formed he was, how smooth and seamless every movement was even with the addition of his limp. You’d been so caught up in watching the dance of his lithe muscles under his skin that you hadn’t even noticed the apprehensive look on his face as he turned away from you. 

“Can you… not watch me?” he’d asked hesitantly as he pulled on his shirt. 

“Huh?” you’d frowned, sitting up. 

“You were staring, can you not do it?” 

“Oh.” You’d felt your face colour and had looked away, embarrassed. “Sorry.” 

“‘Sfine,” he’d said. 

You’d asked why, hesitantly and as politely as you could. You just couldn’t work out why this boy, who was totally comfortable making you plead his name as your thighs squeezed around his shoulders and your fingers pulled his hair enough to make him moan (which was how you’d found out he liked his hair being pulled, but that was a story for another time), couldn’t deal with you watching him get dressed. 

He’d shrugged, then turned around and spoken directly to the wall beside your head. “I don’t really like how I look.” 

You were baffled to say the least, and had very nearly burst out laughing. “But you’re so…” you’d said instead, stumbling for the right words. “You’re so hot,” you’d blurted at last. 

Newt had shrugged again, bending to lace up his boots. “Maybe to you.” 

After that, you’d taken every opportunity – ones that weren’t too obvious, of course – to subtly express just how attractive you thought he was. From outright whispers of “fuck, you’re hot” mid tryst to casually proclaiming him gorgeous in the middle of a conversation, you really did take any chance that presented itself. And now was no different. 

“Damn,” you smiled, bending to place a kiss on his collar bone. “You’re fucking sexy, you know that?” 

“Look who’s talking,” he scoffed, but you caught the tiny upward twitch of his mouth. He brought your hand to his face, gently kissing your knuckles. You let a sigh escape you, rocking your hips over his once more. He was hot against you and the sun, now beginning to sink below the walls, caught in his hair, lighting it up in gold like some kind of halo. You’d hardly have been surprised if he sprouted wings right then and there. 

“Quit teasing, (Y/N),” he half laughed, half growled. Then added “please” almost as an afterthought. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” you smiled, the hand that wasn’t being held by him sliding down over his chest, his stomach, finally coming to rest on his dick once more. You carefully lined him up, and at his nod, sank gently onto his length. 

You didn’t move right away, shifting your hands to the log either side of Newt’s head to steady yourself as you let yourself adjust. You rocked experimentally, earning a soft sigh and whispered “yes” from the boy under you. 

“Just like that,” he murmured as you moved again. Another thing about Newt that you’d learnt was that he liked when you rode him like this, liked guiding your hips over his while showering you with kisses – and the odd hickey. He was doing it now, his hands gentle yet firm where they slid over the skin of your thighs and hips and waist, his mouth warm and silken where it roamed your chest and neck. 

“Fuck, Newt,” you breathed, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. You didn’t pull it as such, just hinted at it. Still, Newt’s breath hissed between his teeth and he looked up at you from a particularly dark hickey at the curve where your neck met your shoulder, his eyes dark. You gave his hair the gentlest tug, tipping his head back and kissing his lips, his jaw, and down his throat. 

Newt’s eyes were closed now, his breath shallow as you ran one hand down over his front, fingers skimming the subtle planes of muscle as a leaf skims the surface of a puddle. You kissed him again, slowly, your mouths melding perfectly together. 

“Touch yourself,” he murmured against your lips. “I want you to cum.” 

“I wanna make you cum,” you replied. It was true, you loved nothing more than watching Newt unravel because of you and only you, even if it was both of you doing the work. 

He shrugged. “And I want you to get yourself off riding my dick, I want to watch you.” 

“Ok.” You kissed him again, then slid the hand that wasn’t still tangled his hair down your own body to the heat between your legs. You bit your lip as your fingertips grazed your clit, stifling a moan. 

“Don’t keep quiet,” Newt urged. “I wanna hear you too.” 

God, this boy, you thought as you let yourself whisper a curse. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? He probably did, actually, you reflected as your fingers rubbed tiny circles over your clit. You leant forwards to get a better angle, your chest brushing against Newt’s and your face inches from his own. He was watching you, his attention fixed only on you. You felt yourself twitch and your muscles began to tense as you found the perfect spot, the moans you let escape growing in frequency and volume. 

“Move me,” you choked as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of your climax, every fibre of your being pulled taught. 

Newt nodded, rocking your hips over his as your fingers continued their motion and you hung, suspended for a second before everything came crashing in on you. 

“Fuck, Newt, oh my god,” you groaned as the orgasm flooded over you. You were dimly aware of him moaning your name and realised that your hand had tightened in his hair and that he was still moving you. “Keep going,” you sighed, cupping his face with one hand while the other continued to card through his hair, pulling occasionally. 

“Mm, (Y/N) oh–” he broke off and you gave the handful of hair you had a firm pull, now taking over your own movements as he released inside you, bliss flooding his face. 

You continued to slide your hips over his until your legs had ceased to shake and a little of the haziness had gone from Newt’s face, settling comfortably onto his lap. Wordlessly, you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, brushing the hair from his face and tracing patterns over his cheeks and neck, all the way down to his chest. He smiled at you, bending to sooth the dark marks he’d left on your skin with kisses of his own, holding you close against him. 

“I love this,” he said at last. 

You tilted your head to the side, nonplussed. “Having sex with me?” 

He considered, nodded, then, “being with you.” 

“I love being with you too,” you whispered as you kissed him again. 

[griffin-girl-r]

Monster (Part 1)

Created: 07.11.2023

Finished: 03.01.2023

Edited: 09.02.2024

Age: 10

Word count: 4,667

Warnings: Cussing, Guns, Blood, Death, Kidnapping, Violence, Lies

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Request: Yes (Wattpad user + Tumblr user)

Sequel to: The legacy

AU: Mafia

—

The sunlight filtered through the lavish villa with its floor-to-ceiling windows and plush purple curtains, that were a constant reminder of Natasha's mysterious personality.

Natasha had started her day normally, with her morning workout and signing a few pepers that would set in motion a string of actions meant to grow her empire.

Nothing was predicting what was about to happen that very same day.

—

The invincible head of one of the most powerful mobs to have ever existed slowly, deliberately made her way up the stairs as sunlight filtered through the curtains and a gentle breeze rustled them.

Natasha's destination?

Her 10-year-old daughter's room.

She was about to wake her precious Y/N from her peaceful slumber so they could have breakfast together.

Y/N, who Natasha had protected from the darkness of her mother's world, knew that her mama was the leader of a group as everyone always looked at Natasha for orders, but she had no idea what exactly was Natasha doing for a living.

You thought she just ran many businesses, as Natasha took care to preserve your inocence and leave aside that running those businesses meant hurting people.

As she reached your bed, Natasha took a moment to admire your inocent and beautiful face, a smile only reserved for you appearing on her face.

She had honestly no idea what she had done to deserve such a beautiful and pure soul she could call her own.

Sometimes she wonders from where you inhired so much kindness.

Maybe from your father?

'Could be.' The older readhead thought

Natasha, dressed elegantly in a tailored black suit that she loved, bended down to shake her sleeping daughter awake, whispering softly, "Y/N, it's time to wake up, my darling."

Natasha didn't want to rush you.

She wanted to allow you to wake up to the world in your own time so you could be in a good mood to greet the day.

You started rubbing your eyes, letting out a yawn in the process, "Morning, Mama." You sweetly greeted your mother, only making her smile grow wider "What time is it?"

"It's ten o'clock, sweetheart. Time for us to start the day." Natasha replied, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you stretched your arms

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand and, to your surprise, you notoced that Natasha had let you slept in late this morning.

"Wow, I slept in!" You looked from the clock to Natasha, shocked

"It's Sunday today, my princess." Natasha smiled, gently tracing your nose with her finger

"What's for breakfast?" You questioned as your stomach let out a loud growl

Natasha chuckled as she gathered you in her arms, tightly hugging you as she burried her nose in your hair.

Natasha didn't answer before taking your hand in hers and leading you to the dining area.

There, a table was spread with an impressive display of freshly baked croissants, blueberry pancakes, and tropical fruits.

"You're in luck, my love. Today, we have your favorite breakfast." Natasha said when she heard you gasp, smiling warmly as she helped you seat at the table

You both sat down to enjoy the delicious feast, engaging in lighthearted conversation, Natasha making sure to give you her full and undevided attention.

But there was one question that has been on your mind, that, in between bites, you found the courage to finally voice out.

"Mama, I've been wondering..." You hesitated, avoiding Natasha's gaze, unsure of her reaction "What exactly do you do for work?"

Natasha's smiling expression faltered slightly, but she quickly regained composure, not wanting to betray her façade.

"As you know, sweetheart," Natasha began, trying to keep a smile on her face for you "I manage a lot of things. But mainly, I help people. I ensure that they stay safe and secure."

That piqued your curiosity, making you want to know even more detailes about your mother's secret profession.

"But do they know about what you do?" You eagerly questioned, the breakfast long forgotten "How do you keep them safe?"

Natasha's eyes meet yours, a mixture of love and concealed secrets shimmering within them, struggling to find the right words to explain.

"Some people may not fully understand the lengths I go to protect them, Y/N." Natasha carefully chose her words "That's why I keep my work separate from our personal lives."

For a moment, Y/N pondered her mother's words. Then, her young innocence surfaced.

"Mama, can I come to work with you sometime?" You asked hopefully "I promise I'll be good."

Natasha's expression softened, and she chuckled lightly, suppressing a faint sadness.

"Maybe, when you're a little older, my darling." She softly said "For now, your place is here, being a child."

You nodded, a tinge of disappointment flickering across your face as you took a last sip of your orange juice, your eyes lingering on Natasha's figure as she got up, preparing to leave for work.

"Okay, Mama. I'll be waiting for you here when you get back." You said sadly "Then we can build the new Harry Potter Lego set uncle Bucky got me yesterday because I won't start it without you."

Natasha leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her baby's forehead. Her voice is filled with a mother's love.

"I'll be back before you know it." She smiled "I love you, Y/N/N."

As Y/N watched her mother walk towards the grand entrance, her heart felt heavy with a mixture of pride and longing.

"I love you too, Mom. Stay safe." You whispered to yourself when Natasha was out of hearing's reach

As the heavy door closed behind Natasha, Y/N was left alone in their opulent villa, a silent witness to a secret world she still yearned to explore.

She knew that someday, she would uncover the truth and join her mother in the world she had only glimpsed from a distance.

But for now, she must wait patiently, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation for the day she too would step into the shadows and play her part in keeping the world safe.

But who said that day couldn't be today?

—

Natasha stood in the dimly lit room of an abandoned building, fear and tension hanging heavily in the air caused by her sharp and deadly presence as she stood over a HYDRA member.

The man, who was a member of Natasha's biggest rival mob, looked to be in his midforties, as he stood desperate and defiant, trembling while tied by Natasha's men to a chair.

Although bloodied and bruised by Natasha's torture, he kept refusing to reveal the informations she was was seeking.

Through gritted teeth, the HYDRA member, fueled by his determination, challenged Natasha's ability to extract their secrets.

"You think I'll give up our secrets that easily?" He chuckled mockingly "You're gravely mistaken, Natasha!" The man declared

Natasha smirked, a hint of amusement mingling with the darkness in her intentions.

She took a step closer, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. Her piercing gaze bores into him, determination etched on her face.

"Oh, sweetie, I never expected it to be easy," She replied confidently "But trust me, people like you always break. It's just a matter of time."

The woman's attention drifted to the HYDRA member's clenched fists, trembling with both pain and defiance. Impatience flickering within her as she narrowed her eyes.

"You see, I've got a timeline to keep. And I won't waste it dancing around your games." Natasha says, her back turned to him

"Why?" The man laughed "You have a child waiting for you at home?"

Natasha tried to stay calm.

She couldn't allow the member to manipulate her judgment by using her sweet daughter against her.

Casually, the red-headed woman pulled out a sleek, silver pistol from her belt.

The cold metal gleaming in the dimness of the building's lights.

"One last chance, my friend," Natasha warned, her voice laced with an eerie calmness but her friendly demeanor was gone "Tell me what I need to know, or I'll have to find another way to encourage your cooperation."

Smirking defiantly, the HYDRA member responded "You think a bullet from that gun is going to make me betray my comrades? You're delusional, Natalia."

Natasha's calmness faded, replaced by a cold determination that instilled fear even in the bravest souls.

Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly turned around, raising her pistol, and aiming it at the HYDRA member's forehead.

"I was hoping you'd choose the easy way out..." The boss murmurs, slightly disappointed

A single gunshot reverberates through the room, the sound of finality.

The HYDRA member's lifeless body slumped forward, blood pooling onto the cold concrete floor.

"Was it really necessary to kill him, Natasha?" Clint, Natasha's best friend who was present in the room, questioned

"I agree with birdhead." Maria said

"I wouldn't question Natasha's decisions if I were you." Steve turned to his two friends

"I agree." Bucky, the last person present in the room, nodded while checking the sharpness of his knife's blade

Natasha remained silent, her eyes glued to the blood that was expanding at her feet.

And just as the silence threatened to envelop the room again, a soft whimper broke through.

Natasha's eyes widened with surprise "We're not alone." She warned

The lifeless body of the HYDRA member lay forgotten, a casualty of Natasha's relentless pursuit of power, as the group quickly took a fighting stance, weapons being pulled out, ready to protect their leader and friend.

Natasha turned towards the spot from where the sound was heard and saw a slightly ajar locker.

She slowly started walking towards it, ready to face whatever was hiding inside.

—

Natasha tightened her grip on the gun in her hand, her hands steady and ready to shoot at any moment if needed.

Her steps echoed throughout the empty room as her heels made contact with the cold floor.

Trailing behind her were Bucky, Steve, Clint, and Maria, all prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

The boss' steps where mesured, each one meticulously calculated, as the air around them grew heavy with anxiety.

Slowly, Natasha reached out towards the locker door, and with one swift move, she slammed it open, pointing her gun at whatever lay behind it.

Silence enveloped the room once more before a loud gasp escaped the read headed woman's lips.

"Y/N?!" Natasha shouted, her voice unintentionally coming out too high-pitched

You flinched at the sound as your trembling body began to shake even more violently.

Natasha was shocked. Of all things, she never expected to find her precious daughter hidden in that damned locker.

"Baby?" Natasha breathed out, quickly putting away the gun she had aimed at your head "How did you get here?"

Natasha tried to place her hand on your shoulder.

"Get away from me!" You cried out, quickly moving away from Natasha

You crawled out of the locker in a second as you took a few steps backwards, trying to get as far away as possible from your mother and the rest of your family.

"Sweetheart?" Natasha called out "How did you get here?"

Natasha was confused, to say the least.

She couldn't understand how the fuck were you able to get all the way here.

How did no one see that you had followed them?

"Don't touch me!" You yelled when Natasha tried to touch you again

Tears were already streaming down your face and, as you looked at your mother with your teary eyes, you couldn't recognize the woman who stood before you anymore.

"You're a monster!" You cried out in pain "Monster!"

Taking a big step forward, you tried to push Natasha backwards with all your might, but compared to the strenght of your mother, your effort was almost non existent.

Natasha took half a step back to give you the impression that you had managed to push her, but otherwise, she didn't budge.

"Baby, Y/N, how are you here?" The older redhead asked again, confusion evident in her voice as she tried to maintain her calm "What have you seen?"

"You killed him!" You pointed to the corpse of the enemy, now laying in a pool of blood

You were now old enough to know what a criminal is, and you are now more than certain that your mama was one as well.

"How could you do this?!" You shouted

"Honey, this is not what it seems." The boss tried to save what was left of your innocence "We were just playing." She explained "You know that Mama's job is to protect people."

"Y/N/N!" Your godmother, Maria, called "Let's go home, kid. Your Mama will explain everything when we've all calmed down a little."

"I don't want to go home!" You shouted in Maria's direction, though your tear-blurred vision made it difficult to see her clearly

Bucky, thinking it would be a good moment to step in, kneeled beside you.

"Princess, I think you should let us explain ourselves first." He began "And we can have ice cream while we all talk."

"No, James!" You shouted, moving away from Bucky's touch as he placed his hand on your shoulder

Everyone froze.

You had never called Bucky by his real name.

He was mostly 'Uncle Bucky' , 'Bucks' , or just 'Bucky'.

Only Natasha called the man by his birth name.

"Oh, come on, doll," Bucky said, overcoming his shock and masking it with a cheerful tone. "Don't be so serious. Only your mother can scare me like you did. When she's angry, she shouts my name like that."

You looked again to the dead body, only to find it already gone and your Uncle Steve nowhere in sight.

You knew he was the only one fast enough to get rid of it.

"Listen to us, Y/N." Clint also spoke for the first time "You know you're my favorite niece."

"I'm your only niece." You sniffed, seemingly more calm, and everyone tought that maybe they had the situation under control

But their hopes were soon dashed as you bolted past everyone and ran towards the first door you saw.

"Y/N!" Natasha's eyes went wide, and she quickly darted after you

Bucky and Steve, who had just returned to the room, followed closely behind the two redheaded Romanoff girls.

They should have known that you were tricking them.

After all, you are your mother's daughter.

Just as Natasha was about to catch up with you, you proved yourself sneakier than they had anticipated, taking a right turn and disappearing from their sight.

The adults followed, finding themselves on a back street behind the building they had been in.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, confused, looking around for any sign of you

"Y/N!" Natasha breathlessly shouted "Baby, where are you?!"

"Y/N!" Steve shouted

"Y/N!" Bucky yelled, starting to look around for any trace of you "Doll, stop playing and come out from wherever you're hiding. This isn't funny!"

"Sweetie!" Natasha called out, sniffing, as realization of what happened settled in "Mama's sorry, honey. Please come here."

"Natasha..." Bucky turned around to look at his boss before he was interrupted

"Nat!" Steve shouted, chatching Natasha and Bucky's attention as they snapped their heads in the direction of his voice

Steve bent down and picked up something from the ground.

"I think I know where Y/N is." The blond man said, looking in disbelief at his friends

Natasha felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest as Bucky raised his metal arm and placed it on her back, bracing himself for whatever was about to come.

Steve held up the object in his hand and showed it to them.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her.

HYDRA's symbol proudly shone in the sunlight, confirming her worst fear.

The boss was smart enough to understand what the presence of that badge with the symbol of her greatest enemy meant.

HYDRA had kidnaped her precious baby girl.

She didn't know how it could be possible, given the fact that they were only two seconds behind you but no matter how this happened, the mother was determinated to get her baby back.

"What are we going to do now?" Bucky breathed out

—

Natasha was tirelessly pacing back and forth on the long red carpet in her office; her angered voice was the only sound that broke the otherwise silent room.

"How could this happen?!" Natasha shouted as she stopped in front of Bucky Barnes and Maria Hill. "How could a little girl get past my supposed impenetrable security?! How did none of you notice Y/N sneak inside the car?!"

Maria and Bucky exchanged a quick, side-eyed look before both of their heads hung low.

It was as if the wooden floor of Natasha's office had become interesting all of a sudden.

"Talk!" Natasha shouted when the people in front of her hesitated to answer.

"We..." Maria, the person who was in charge of Natasha's security and the training of her men, began. "We have no idea how the men failed to notice-"

"I haven't asked about the men!" Natasha cut Maria's sentence off. "I asked how you haven't noticed Y/N getting inside the car. You and Bucky, Maria," Natasha clarified.

"It was a terrible error, Nat." Bucky was the one to speak now. "I guarantee you that, from now on, we will be more vigilant and we'll double the security guards to prevent this from happening again. We can-"

Bucky's sentence, as well as Maria's, was cut short when Natasha forcefully grabbed Bucky by his shirt and pulled him closer to her, despite the obvious height difference between them.

"You had one job, James." Natasha breathed out through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You had to make sure that, no matter what happens, Y/N will not leave this house without my knowledge and consent, and only after that, follow me."

Bucky's shoulders fell as he once again lowered his head, guilt seeping inside his heart.

"I'm sorry..." The man with a metal arm whispered guiltily.

"I want to hear none of this." Natasha shook her head, her tone seemingly calmer. "Yes, Maria had to transform this house into a fortress impossible to penetrate, but you, James, you had the greatest responsibility of them all." The redhead tried to look into the man's eyes. "You had to be the personal bodyguard of our daughter, James, ensure her safety above anything else, and you failed. You promised to keep her safe, and look where we are now. HYDRA has our precious little girl, and we have no information about her state or about, who knows what, they might have done to her. You failed Y/N." Tears glistened in the mother's eyes. "You failed me."

Bucky dryly swallowed the lump in his throat; the burden on his shoulders never felt heavier than now.

He failed.

And he knows it.

He knows that if something were to happen to the impossible product of the passionate love he and Natasha once shared, the consequences will be catastrophic. Natasha's wrath knows no bounds when it comes to her one and only offspring.

If something were to happen to their beloved daughter, Bucky would be the only one to blame.

"I swear that I'm going to bring our little girl back here safe and sound." Bucky met Natasha's tearful gaze, determination shining in his eyes. "It's my duty as a father, Natalia."

Natasha took a deep breath; her facade momentarily dropped in front of the man she once laid bare her soul and body.

In front of the man who knew all her scars, seen and unseen.

"You better, or I won't be Natalia for you anymore. You'll have to meet Natasha if you don't fulfill your duty as her Papa." Natasha quietly sniffed before taking a step backwards, her back straightening as she regained her composure. "You have 24 hours to bring my daughter back home, or else I am going to tie you both to my car, drag you through the entire New York before slowly boiling you to your death and cut you up in pieces and feed you to Reaper, who would be more than delighted to eat you."

Natasha pointed to Reaper, your dog, a towering Doberman who could devour a person in seconds if commanded, but otherwise a gentle and loving companion.

Reaper slowly walked to Natasha and nudged her hand with his nose, looking up at her as if he knew that something was terribly wrong.

Despite having a scary appearance, Reaper was a loyal companion and fiercely protective of you and Natasha.

But more specifically, of you.

Natasha had bought Reaper three years ago for you, hoping that you would find a friend in that puppy and learn to be responsible at the same time.

But you and Reaper had become so much more than just friends.

It was as if you and he were connected by an invisible bond that transcended any logical explanation.

"What is it, boy?" Natasha asked, concerned, her voice soft, as she crouched down next to the dog, petting his head. "What happened?"

Reaper looked at Natasha, and in that moment, the three people in the room could see tears forming in the animal's eyes.

It was as if a lightbulb lit up above Natasha's head when she saw it, her heart dropping to her stomach.

"Is Y/N, isn't she, Reaper?" Natasha hesitated to ask as if the dog could answer her with words. "What happened to Y/N, boy? What happened to her?"

All adults watched intently every move the Doberman made, holding their breath in anticipation.

Reaper let out a whimper before his muscular body collapsed to the floor with a long sigh at Natasha's feet, his fall cushioned by the soft carpet beneath their feet.

Natasha's eyes widened with dread; Bucky's brows furrowed in confusion, and Maria's steady hands unexpectedly started trembling.

They knew it was physically impossible, but they couldn't deny that this sign scared them.

Natasha slowly stood back up from her crouched position and took a deep breath before she directed her attention back to her two trusted friends.

"Go!" Natasha ordered angrily. "Leave and find Y/N as soon as possible. I swear that you will not live to see tomorrow's sunrise if my baby isn't back in my arms by then."

Bucky and Maria nodded and hurriedly rushed out of the room, both desperate to achieve one goal.

Bring Y/N safely back home.

—

"I don't give a fuck that your men are out undercover on the streets of Asgard, Thorvald," Natasha shouted into the phone's speaker. "You're going to gather them all from that city's streets and send them to find any trace of my daughter. End of discussion!"

Natasha ended the call before she threw her phone on her desk with a long sigh.

"Remind me again why I have made an ally out of Thorvald Odinson?" Natasha placed her head into her hands.

Clint, Natasha's best friend and most trusted person, looked up at her and shrugged.

"Maybe because Thor saved your life during an attack where he could have easily let you die?" The man raised his eyebrow. "Or maybe because he genuinely cares about you, and I bet that right in this moment, he already has all his men retreated from the streets and sent out to scout the area around HYDRA's territory?"

"That's because he has the personality of a Golden Retriever." Natasha pointed out with a scoff. "His hair included."

"That's true." Clint nodded. "But you must admit he has been a loyal friend and a great hide and seek partner for Y/N."

A faint smile made its way onto Natasha's lips before it was quickly replaced by a frown.

"I am so worried, Clint." Natasha's voice shook as she looked up with tearful eyes at her friend. "I'm scared that something bad happened to Y/N. It's all my fault that she had to see me as what I truly am." She took a deep breath before continuing. "A monster."

Clint took a few steps forward and placed a comforting hand on Natasha's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

"It's not your fault, Nat." Clint said in a sympathetic voice. "You only tried to protect her. You tried to hide her from the horrors of the world you had been forced to live in because you didn't want her to have the same childhood as you did."

"And at what cost?!" Natasha threw her hands into the air. "Look where it had brought me."

"We're going to find her, Tasha." The man reassured his friend.

All of a sudden, the door of Natasha's office burst open, and Bucky, Steve, and Maria ran inside, pure terror written on their faces as Bucky clung to something in his right hand.

Natasha shot to her feet as her eyes searched the faces before her for reassurance, but the only thing she found was her own panic mirrored on her friends' faces.

Clint followed suit and straightened his back as he understood that something was terribly wrong.

"Nat..." Bucky breathed out, his eyes swimming in unshed tears.

Natasha took a few tentative steps towards Bucky, a deafening silence enveloping the room as the powerful boss stopped in front of the man who once was hers.

No words were spoken, but Natasha understood.

Bucky lifted his arm and showed the redheaded woman the object he was tightly holding.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat, and the world around her started spinning.

The people around her instinctively took a step forward, but Bucky was quicker in reacting as he managed to catch the woman just in time.

"Natalia!" Bucky shouted as he supported Natasha's weight with one arm while shaking her head with the other.

"Natasha, are you okay?" Steve asked, concerned.

But Natasha didn't respond. She remained limp in Bucky's arms, her face pale, and her eyes wide with shock. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone watched helplessly.

Finally, Natasha took a shuddering breath, and her eyes refocused. She looked up at Bucky, her voice barely a whisper. "Is... is that... Y/N's shirt?"

Bucky nodded, his own voice filled with pain. "I'm so sorry, Talia. They sent it to us... drenched in her blood."

Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she clutched onto Bucky tightly, the weight of the situation finally hitting her.

They had confirmed her worst fear: Y/N had been taken by HYDRA, and there was no doubting the severity of the situation.

Natasha pulled away from Bucky and steadied herself, her eyes darting around the room. "We need to find her. We need to bring her home."

Steve stepped forward, determination etched on his face. "We'll do everything we can, Nat. We'll find her."

Natasha nodded, her resolve hardening. "I don't care what it takes. I don't care who gets in our way. We are going to bring our daughter back."

Clint stepped forward, his voice steady. "We have contacts, Nat. We have resources. We'll use everything at our disposal to track down HYDRA and get her back."

Maria, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "I'll coordinate with our intelligence network. We'll gather all the information we can and find any possible leads."

Natasha looked at each person in the room, gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thank you, all of you. We're a family, and we're going to fight for our little heir."

But as she tightly clung to the small, bloodied shirt of her baby girl, Natasha couldn't escape the panic and worry that had engulfed her brain and heart, one question lingering.

Was Y/N still alive?

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Ateez MTL Pussy Eating

first thing: okay so obviously! this is an 18+ ONLY blog and content. I've had to block a minor already and imma admit im not rocking with it. I understand cuz god knows what I was doing when I had wattpad as a literal child. but now as an adult, its weird. anywho...

So! these are my personal beliefs about the Ateez members and whether or not they enjoy eating pussy. this is not to represent them in anyway, just me being a disgusting creature

cw: pussy eating, pussy slapping, biting, thigh grabbing, fondling, tit grabbing, oral ranging from sweet to rough, face riding, anything you think of when eating/getting head

lets go!

✮ So first we have Seongwha on the list. sorry but my man loves to ravage your pussy. I think this is common knowledge honestly, I mean, bro said he 'can't control his tongue' yk. I personally think he does it to pass time, cuz he misses the taste, cuz he simply just wants to, the reasons are endless. He'll start off innocent, maybe ya'll are watching a movie and he just leans his head into your shoulder. You lean you head on top his head, its cute, right? wrong! he gets access to your neck and he knows you loovveee little neck kisses. He'll start there, all cute and adorable until he bites down. (my man gets those aggression cuteness too). then you really have no choice but to let your lover slide off the couch to spread your thighs. your ass would be at the edge of the couch, underwear merely pulled to the side cuz he just couldn't spare any second before his tongue was on you. no worries though, he's still really caring even when he's biting on your inner thighs so hard you think it'll leave a mark for days. Super vocal in moans! says little words here and there but he usually just mumbles them. His hands are exploring you too, rubbing on your sensitive spots to really get you wet. my man lovvvesss dripping with you when he's done, you have to literally force his head away because of how overstimulated you are

✮ Mingi is so close to being first, but he just doesn't do it as often as Seongwha (which might be a good thing). Still, he really enjoys stuffing his face with your cunt, nose deep and everything. When you're working on an assignment and you just so stressed? man, he's doing it out the kindness of his heart honestly. Your frustrated sighs quickly turning into pleasure when his tongue flicks over you. Mingi prefers to keep his hands on your thighs to keep your legs open. you tend to have a habit of suffocating him, and although he loves being squished by your plush thighs, he needs to stay conscious to taste your cum. bro does tend to overstimulate you too, but he doesn't push your limits too much. totally makes out with you when you finish on his tongue btw.

✮ Wooyoung loves when you use his face. Imagine being on the bed, you hovering over him with his eager eyes on your pussy. You were nervous at first, to hurt him. He had to tell you time and time again that it would be fine, and that it would actually be an honor to die from your cunt. He keeps his hands on your ass, carefully rocking you back and forth on his tongue. You told him to keep his eyes closed, embarrassed by the angle but he refused. He just loves seeing you get lost in the pleasure. The way your hands play with your tits, your nipples. How your mouth falls open in pretty little moans. God, you really are a gift from God himself. I feel like Wooyoung is vocal, both in moans and words. Telling you how good you are (he is a praiser for sure) and that you can be more aggressive with him. he even begs for you to squirt on his face and to keep letting him make you cum even if your legs are shaking. he's a big boy he can take it. however, unlike the last two, wooyoung does like getting something back in return. He won't force you, he rarely even asks you, but you can tell with how bad he's whimpering that his poor cock is aching to be touched. You don't though, because that's when you can do the 69 position.

✮ Yunho is next, and for some reason I feel like a lot of people won't agree with me, but here me out! cuz I feel like he's the type to eat you out because he feels bad. okay maybe not feel bad, but because you're doing so good for him he should do good for you. He's a big guy ya know? so I think he really like using that to his advantage when eating you out. I'll try my best to describe the position...so you're on your back okay? knees up and open while he's kneeling besides your head, cock out. His long fingers play with your folds while you suck him off. He does make you cum with his tongue or fingers, he's just a little better with his cock. I feel like he def has to potential to be a god at pussy eating, he gives me such pleasure dom vibes. I think he just needs a little more practice, any volunteers?

✮ Hongjoong is next and I think he's similar to Yunho, just not as kinky. I think he keeps things pretty vanilla, not too handsy nor messy. He likes it when you're flat on your back, gives him a good view of your tits and face. He def talks you through it, he's just loves knowing how good he's making you feel. He also will have you sit on his face, but I don't think it lasts very long. I don't think he likes being suffocated very much, he likes to have full control of your legs, ass, pussy, you. It's not like you have to give him something in return every time, but does love saying shit like "making my dick so hard baby, gotta cum in that pretty little mouth later.'" Makes you cum quick honestly, its embarrassing. He doesn't continue though once you've finished, unless you ask him.

✮ I know a bunch of people are gonna be mad at me for putting San towards the bottom...I am not sorry. I dunno man I think he gets nervous. he's shy, and he likes to dance around things. The members say he's completely different off camera, and I think it's similar in the bedroom. He does love pleasuring you, but much rather would do it with his cock. He'll never say no though if you ask, and you do ask a lot. He's so good at it, you don't even know if he knows how talented he is. San does get pussy drunk, bro is literally lost in the sauce. It's like his persona on stage right before you between your legs. He's like wooyoung where he both moans and talks through your orgasm. Just doesn't prefer to do it, he's got a beautiful cock why would you want anything else?

✮ Jongho totally does love eating your pussy, just doesn't do it often. It's more like a foreplay thing, and he rarely does it outside of it. Like san though, he gets pussy drunk. You just sound so good to him, your cunt so soft on his tongue. He also loves looking at your sex, just kind of admiring it. He's just so amazed that your little pussy can handle so much. Jongho's cock isn't for the faint of heart (that's for another time) so just to see how tight you already are with just his tongue inside is breathtaking. I think he does like making you squirm with pleasure, too much pleasure. Holds you down by the waist to keep you still and he drools on your pussy. I think he's into overstimulating you, it's just something he has to awaken first. Be patient with him, my man has potential.

✮ I really feel weird putting Yeosang at the bottom, but he just doesn't give me any sexual prowess imma be totally honest. I mean he totally looks good on stage, in normal clothes, in anything period. He just is so fairy and babygirl I can't see him doing anything deemed 'dirty.' I do think, however, that he prefers to receive head than the give it. Bro just thinks you looks really pretty stuffed, and he loves pretty things. I mean he will eat you out, it's just a rare occurrence. He's super gentle, sweet, caring. He leaves kisses all over you, making sure you're totally comfortable for him. I allssooo think he gets a little pussy drunk, but he's pretty quick to snap out of it. I think he almost scares him how addicting your taste can be, he doesn't really think it's normal. Yeosang can be a little air headed at times (still love him though) so you literally have to explain to him that that's actually a good thing. It's still a learning process with him, he just has to learn on his own about his own feelings.

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Hi there Author! I just want you to know that i love the way you write ror stories it really makes my day better. If its ok if i request a story? A bit of angsty if that's ok, its about Poseidon x demi-goddess reader, the reader is a queen of atlantis poseidon married her because Amphitite is a abusive mother and neglects her duty as a queen so he divorce her. The reader was once a human but became a demi goddess because Poseidon turn her like that in order to become a mother to his children and become a queen. They made a contract that states that when Triton poseidon heir turns into a adult they can divorce, reader accepts it but as a time goes by triton and reader developed a special bond like a real mother and son relationship, she also fell in love to poseidon and respect him as a good ruler but not a good husband since poseidon never treats her like a wife more like a business partner. But even though he acts like that the reader treats him well and because of that Poseidon and triton finally experience the family bond that he thought its for the weak gods or human he's still stoic but he care to his son and maybe he think the reader as a trustworthy or equal (and he would never admit it).

After a centuries Triton became an adult and reader is the one who initiates divorce because she couldn't stand a loveless marriage and she wants to do what she wants this time like exploring different places, find a new hobby, and maybe find a man who will love her. Poseidon deny it and find excuses (cause lets be honest he is too prideful and oblivious to his feelings towards the reader). Hades being good a brother in law decided to advise his brother to proper court the reader and tell him that he loves her. At first poseidon denies it until the final straw is when the reader is talking to some human/god and makes the reader smile and laugh cause he is jelouse

This was inspired in manhwa and wattpad. And im sorry if its too long... Im not good at explaining things... Have a good day Author!😊😊😊

-It had been almost five hundred years since you married the coldest god in Valhalla, in a contract marriage.

-Your family and you had been stunned with Poseidon himself asked for your hand in marriage, to help raise his son, Triton, after his ex-wife, Amphitrite, was discovered abusing not only Triton  but her position to gain more power for herself, to overthrown Poseidon.

-Poseidon publicly divorced her, shaming her and announced the crimes she had committed before he secretly killed her himself to avenge his child.

-Your father and Poseidon were friends and allies, and they both knew that you had a bright mind, able to fulfill the duties of a queen and to take care of Triton.

-It was a loveless marriage, a contract marriage, meant for gains, Poseidon would have a queen who would help him rule and Triton would be raised properly with nurturing care.

-The contract drafted out, which you agreed to, would allow for an amicable divorce once Triton came of age, and in turn your family would receive more power in Poseidon’s kingdom.

-The relationship between you and Poseidon was professional, but not cold, you grew to respect and admire Poseidon over the years, as he proved why he was one of the strongest gods out there, he was truly a king. You said nothing of it, but you fell for the stoic king, who you could tell was putting up a harsh demeanor to command respect from others.

-In turn, Poseidon came to respect you, you were a brilliant queen, able to make decisions, plan things out, and together you turned his kingdom into a prosperous empire.

-The relationship between you and Triton was much more public and open, as Triton, while nervous around you at first, came to adore you and you adored him and raised him like a mother should, with so much love, care, and a guiding hand.

-You taught Triton so many things, not just about kingdom affairs and politics, you thought him things that anyone should now, like how to survive out in the wilderness, how to hunt, sew, and you surprised everyone by being the one to train Triton with swords yourself, being an expert yourself.

-Poseidon felt himself soften around you over the years, he saw how happy you made Triton and how happy you made his subjects, so in turn, you made him happy.

-When Triton celebrating becoming an adult, you celebrated with him and Poseidon, Triton actually sweeping you into his arms, dancing joyfully with you which made you smile warmly up at you son.

-You may have not given birth to him, but you raised and loved him, he was your son.

-Poseidon was stunned, the following day after Triton’s coming of age, when you presented him with the divorce papers.

-You were surprised but also a bit confused on why he was so shocked, as he was the one who wanted this in the first place.

-Poseidon tried to deny you, “You are the queen of this kingdom! You’re the one who helped it grow and thrive, why do you want to leave?” he remained silent about the second part, wanting to ask why you want to leave him as he had seen your adoration of him, he knew of your feelings.

-Your hands came to your hips, “I came here to fulfill a duty, one that has been met. Despite helping you make your kingdom thrive, I no longer wish to be in a loveless marriage. I want to go and see my family and find someone who is going to love me!”

-Poseidon was furious, as his pride wouldn’t let him admit his feelings for you, gritting his teeth as you walked out of his life.

-Hades, seeing his younger brother in such a state, when he came to visit, as he knew about the arrangement, offered his advice, “Court her then, show you that you truly do care about her if you don’t want to lose Y/N.”

-Poseidon just grumbled, ignoring the advice until he saw you out in the gardens with Triton, walking around together. When Triton stepped away, another god who had been following you both, approached, giving you a rose.

-When Poseidon saw the smile come to your lips and the color to your cheeks, seeing you happy about getting such gently affection, he walked out, after destroying his desk.

-Hades couldn’t help but grin when he showed up, demanding his elder brother help him.

-When Poseidon approached you while you were sitting in the garden, as you had to wait for him to sign the divorce documents, which he had been ‘forgetting’ to do, with a bouquet of pale pink roses, your favorite, you were stunned.

-He was bright red, not even looking at you, acting so shy as you took the flowers before he walked off, letting out a sigh of defeat as his ears turned red as well.

-That was very unusual for him, seeing him in such a way and you weren’t sure how to feel, he never did anything like that for you in the past five hundred years.

-You found a card in the flowers, with a note from Poseidon, ‘Don’t leave me’ you felt your heart soften, just a bit.

-You were going to remain strong however, if he really wanted you to stay and be his queen, he was going to have to show you that he truly did love you.

-You didn’t need him to do anything publicly, as you knew he was a private person, but he needed to prove to you and you alone, that he wanted to keep you by his side.

-It was definitely a process, as he was quick to learn than your love couldn’t be bought with lavish gifts.

-He turned to both Hades and Triton both, asking for advice and what you liked, swearing both of them to secrecy, but they thought it was amusing to see Poseidon so shy about courting you.

-The small meaningful gestures, written notes with sweet words, thoughtful gifts like pressed flowers, asking you to join him for afternoon tea, those were the things that you appreciated more.

-Poseidon had to learn you were nothing like Amphitrite, spoiled, vain, always wanting more, that was something that Poseidon had come to appreciate, that you didn’t care for him for his power, you cared about him for him.

-You were the one to toss the divorce documents into the fire, shocking him before you gave him a grin, “Don’t think you’ve won yet, handsome. You still got a long way to go.”

-You never mentioned it, but the smile that appeared on his face, one that he thought you didn’t see, made you feel so fluffy inside, before he chased after you, trying to act cool, asking to escort you as his queen shouldn’t be seen without her king.

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imma be cheeky and ask for 3 and 4: what’s your favourite lines of narration and dialogue? 💚

Well hello there, small green gremlin, and what a wonderful trench coat you have on today!

Thanks for the question! I'm answering yours first because I thought it'd be the easiest. Plot twist: it was hard af (that's what she said.)

✨ Favourite narration. I loove writing prose. One of my biggest inspirations is L. M. Montgomery and the way every single paragraph she writes is just stunningly beautiful — not that I dare compare myself to a talent like hers, but bloody hell, nothing else inspires me quite like her work does.

I remember being stoked on this description of Hogsmeade when I first wrote it, and I don't cringe reading back on it so, that's a good sign, I guess.

Like everything in the Scottish Highlands, Hogsmeade village appeared to have grown right out of the earth itself, all mossy-greens and earthy-browns as if its architects had been garden gnomes and fairies. Rows of precariously leaning shopfronts lined the cobbled streets, their facades reaching toward the sky like twisted tree trunks, crooked and uneven. Aurélie would not have been surprised to learn that Hogsmeade hadn't been built at all, but grown from the soil up. Where she'd come from, everything had been pink, not green. Her home of Toulouse, whose magnificent terracotta buildings had given it the nickname La Ville Rose, was a far cry from the rugged wilds of Scotland. Though, much like Hogsmeade, Toulouse was a maze of narrow streets, there was nothing organic about the Pink City; everything within it had been meticulously crafted, a living fairytale, a refined work of art that glowed pink and gold whenever the sun set over its stunning facade. A rose quartz city, her mother used to call it. More starkly still, Beauxbatons had been clean and white, adorned with trimmings of gold and powder blues. Grand and imposing with its seven stories of gleaming alabaster marble, soaring windows and endlessly high ceilings, it had surely been built by angels, not garden gnomes. Taking in her surroundings, Aurélie was certain there were no Baroque carvings or gilded mirrors in the Highlands; no silk curtains or velvet sofas, no marble fireplaces or tapestries woven with unicorn hair, and surely when the sun set over the tiny magical village, there was not a shade of pink to be seen. And yet, for all its ramshackle structures and muddy roads, Hogsmeade was not without its charm; uneven and loud, yes - but alive. - How to Make a Villain, chapter 8.

✨Favourite dialogue. I freakin love writing dialogue nom nom nom, especially the flirty bickering between Sebastian and Aurélie. Its my favourite. I could write an entire book of nothing but these two pretending they're not into eachother. No plot, only banter.

Merlin, and here he was thinking that Anne had been the most exasperating girl he'd ever known. 'What rubbish!' she snapped, suddenly sounding very French again. 'You can't seriously believe that nonsense! I'm not going to turn into some soulless creature of darkness just because I want to keep my magic under control! What kind of ridiculous concept is that? What sort of Dark-Arts-loving nutjob wrote this book, anyway?' - Sebastian tried really, really hard not to laugh at this, - 'and why should I believe what's written in some crusty old book, anyway? You know what, just forget I told you anything about this whole stupid magic thing! I don't want to talk about this ever again! And don't you dare tell another living soul, Sebastian Sallow, or I swear -' 'Please,' he scoffed, 'who am I going to tell?' 'I don't know!' she burst out. 'All your girlfriends probably!' Sebastian choked. 'Girlfriends?' he spluttered. 'What girlfriends? You think I have girlfriends? Plural?' 'I don't know!' 'I don't even have one girlfriend, let alone several!' 'Well, you seem...' she gestured at him, visibly flustered, 'popular!' 'I'm not popular!' 'Well, I don't know, do I? I don't know anything about you, but you know all these secrets about me and I don't even know if you-' '-have a girlfriend?' 'No! I mean - that's not - I don't care if - that was just an example!' - How to Make a Villain, chapter 11.

OOP OKAY THIS WAS LONG. THANKS AGAIN FOR THE QUESTION. SORRY IF I WENT OVERBOARD LOL.

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Collision - Chapter 12

Word Count: 3.1K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 12/?

Warnings: pure heartbreak

A/N: Sorry not sorry for this painful chapter 😅 I felt that Carlisle would go a slightly different route than Edward did to break up with Bella. I think that he'd want her to be so angry at him that she does not feel bad for moving on. It's a pretty misconstrued way of thinking, but it comes from a good place.

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Chapter 12

“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiled at her. His fingers stroked her face tenderly as her eyes fluttered open. “How do you feel?”

“Great,” she exhaled. (Y/N) felt on cloud nine. Though she had barely slept after three more rounds, she felt well and rested from the few hours she had gotten. “What about you?”

“Well, it’s the first time in a long time where everything feels right,” he responded. “So, I’ll say that I feel great as well.”

With a beaming smile, (Y/N) closed the distance between them and peppered his face with kisses. Both of them broke into a fit of laughter enveloped in each other’s arms. They rolled around on the disheveled bed, trying to best the other with soft kisses, giggling like children. They were happy, truly and unequivocally happy.

“I love you, Carlisle,” she said in between deep breaths, falling onto her side and staring deeply into the golden embers of his eyes. “I can’t wait for forever with you, darling.”

“As do I, my love,” he beamed. “But now, you should be heading home, and I should be going to work soon.”

“Throwing me out so soon?” (Y/N) laughed.

“As much as I would love to stay holed up in this room,” he chuckled. “Life awaits. And I certainly would not like your mother to kill me for keeping you away another day.”

“Alright, you make a fair point,” she conceded.

They promptly got dressed and made their way out of the house, all smiles and holding hands. Carlisle walked her to her car, being the perfect gentleman he always was.

“Drive safe,” said before leaning into her car easily to place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Let me know when you get there, yeah?”

“I will,” she smiled. “Have a good day at work. I love you.”

“Love you more, my dear.”

She was content and in love and believed nothing or no one would be able to take that from her.

Or so she thought.

After she had gone home, Carlisle had become distant. For the next two days, Carlisle barely responded to her calls, he’d call off work, and he didn’t want her to come over to his house. The only thing she could think of was that he regretted sleeping with her. But surely, he would have said something, right?

That coming Wednesday, as she got ready for her shift at the hospital, (Y/N) couldn’t help the sense of dread that washed over her. Something about the air didn’t feel right and she wanted to avoid the day altogether. If her relationship could remain as perfect as it was in her head, everything would be okay.

Alas, reality trampled on dreams the majority of the time. And (Y/N) Uley was no different.

When she arrived at the hospital, everyone looked at her with pitying stares – they knew something she didn’t. (Y/N) always headed to Carlisle’s office first thing in the morning on the days she did not spend with him. Everyone had noticed the gravitational pull she had to the young doctor. But where they always gave her teasing wink and knowing grins, today they replaced them with sad stares and apologetic smiles.

Before she could enter the room, she stopped Nurse Dalen in her step.

“Nancy, is something going on?” (Y/N) inquired and she was met with another sad look. “Why does everyone keep looking at me like that?” 

“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “It’s doctor Cullen. He’s taken a job in California. He’s packed up everything in his office and he left.” 

“What’re you talking about? Wouldn’t we be told in advance if our doctor was leaving?” 

“It seems it was a last-minute offer that he couldn’t pass up. He really didn’t have much time to make the decision,” she explained. “I’m so sorry, honey. I know you two were close.” 

“It’s okay, Nance,” she forced a smile. “I’ll be fine. Is it okay if I take a look around his office for a sec? Wanna make sure I didn’t leave anything there.” 

“Sure thing, honey. I’ll make sure to stall the janitors, so you’re not disturbed.” 

“Thanks, Nance.” 

(Y/N)’s head was spinning as she pushed the unnamed door open. Just like Nancy had said, the office was bare. There was no sign that Carlisle had ever been inside the room, and it made no sense. She knew the family still had a few more years to go before they had to move, and she was almost sure that he would have told her if they were planning to abandon Forks. Still, the room remained empty and cold seldom for an expertly wrapped package on the desk with her name written on it.

With trembling hands, she pulled at the glittering silver bow and peeled the silver wrapping paper back. Inside, was a pristine first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice – her favorite book – and an envelope.

Meet me at the bridge after work.

-Carlisle

That was all. Nothing more, nothing less. She was at least expecting a pet name, a longer explanation of what was happening, something… anything. But this felt cold, distant, unattached.

They had found the bridge whilst mindlessly strolling through the woods. The expanse of the border line still surprised them, even (Y/N) that had grown up in the area. It was a magical spot – the sound of the babbling brook beneath, the chirping of the birds, the whistling of the wind, the lack of the tumultuous input of the population. It was beautiful and isolated, and it was special.

For the duration of her shift, (Y/N) could not concentrate. The curiosity of what Carlisle could possibly need to discuss ate away at her thoughts the whole of the eight hours she spent inside the walls of the hospital. And she couldn’t stand her coworkers’ stares. It made her feel weak and insignificant – like she was not herself without Carlisle.

Granted, she had not thought of herself as an individual in a long time. When her name was spoken it was mostly spoken alongside Carlisle’s. When she thought of her future plans, they included Carlisle. Her mere existence had been tied to the man without her noticing.

As the hours passed, the farther she fell into a thought spiral. It was clear that Carlisle would be informing her that his family would be moving on from Forks. What she did not know was the reason why and if he’d ask her to go with him.

Her body trembled as she walked to the meetup point. Many times she had walked this trail by herself to meet Carlisle. They’d sit as close as possible without crossing the lines and talk for hours and this was the first time she was dreading reaching the spot.

The shape of his body became clearer as she neared the wooden bridge. This time, the water was still, the wind was quiet, and the sun had stopped warming the day. It was an eerie feeling that overtook her. The land around her was giving her a warning, a physical red flag (Y/N) was choosing to ignore.

“Carlisle,” she breathed as she reached him. She tried crossing the invisible line that separated her land from his, but Carlisle motioned her back. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sure you have already deduced that we are leaving.”

“And not to California, I assume,” she wanted to ask but responded in fact. “I thought you had a few years to go.”

“Not to California, correct.” He was stoic. His face was devoid of any emotion. This was not the man she loved. “It’s time for us to go. I am supposedly thirty-three and I can barely pass for thirty. We don’t have much time until the questions start to sprout.”

“When you say us…”

“My family and I are going.”

“Safe to assume this is not an invitation to join you then.”

“Where we’re going is not the right place for you,” Carlisle responded. Though his answers sounded rehearsed like he was reading them from a pre-established script. “I’m afraid this is the end of the road for us.”

“And you just made that decision for the both of us? Without even considering my feelings or wishes in all of this?” (Y/N) couldn’t help the tears that fell. This was it – the beginning of the end. “Shouldn’t I at least be granted the decency of a choice? How can you know what is right for me better than I could?”

“It simply is not something that is up for discussion. And, frankly, dear, I have more than enough years of life experience.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” She was sobbing uncontrollably now. But she couldn’t tell if it was from anger or sadness.

“Let’s be honest, (Y/N), this would have never worked,” he said matter-of-factly. “My life… I am too dangerous for you. Think about it. You would have really abandoned your family like this? Throw your mother aside without an explanation just like your brother did? Just like your father?”

(Y/N) had no idea who the man in front of her was. His words cut into her slowly, pushing upwards slightly to allow the blood to flow slower still, painfully. She felt her lungs burn, yearning for that gasp of waking up. But it never came. She was awake. And Carlisle was knowingly shattering the heart she had carefully placed in his hands.

In her silence, he continued.

“You’re eighteen years old, (Y/N). And I am over three centuries old, pretending to be thirty. In small towns like these, people talk,” he spat. His face was unmoving, carefully etched into an unreadable stare. “Us – it’s the kind of thing that ruins reputations. And when you’re like me, reputation is all you have. I need to make sure my family is always safe.”

“There was a time you considered me part of that family.” Her lips quivered and her voice trembled. She wanted to be stronger than this. If Carlisle was this hellbent to break her heart, she did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break down. It was not working. “Why are you doing this, Carlisle?”

“I don’t want you to come,” he said. “I did – do – love you, but… I’m tired of pretending to be something I am not. I have spent too many years pretending to be human and it’s time I give myself a break. I won’t forget you, but time is only a luxury for mortals. There will come a point where it will heal your momentary pain. For me, it’ll just become a spec of sand in my lifetime.”

Every word he spoke was a deeper hit to (Y/N) and she did not know how much she could take. But she wanted – needed – answers. If he was looking to close the chapter on them, she would not allow it to be without a final period.

“Translation, you don’t want me,” she said through gritted teeth. For now, the tears had dried on her face. Her heart was overtaken with anger. “Once again, Carlisle, you promised me a life you simply never had the intention to give me. You made me fall in love with you, not once, but twice. You begged me to trust you, you begged me to give you one more chance. And I did. I allowed you to make your way into my heart.

I was ready to leave my whole life behind for you. I was ready to turn my back to my friends, my family, all for you. And this whole time you had no intention to have me join you in it,” she laughed. The kind of laugh you let out when you feel like an empty shell of a human, trying to be strong. She would no longer give him the satisfaction of her pain. “You gave me hope, Carlisle. You told me that nothing or no one could ever keep us apart – guess you didn’t include yourself in that statement.”

“Sam and Paul warned me about this. That there would come a day where you would leave me behind. And I told them you weren’t that kind of man. I would have put my life on the line claiming that was true. For YOU!” she screamed. Her voice was hoarse, crackled by the sobs that had escaped her. “You know what. I had no idea that forever would be so short-lived. And I do deserve happiness, Carlisle. And I sure as hell deserve way better than you. Thanks for giving me a decision I regret. Have a nice life, Carlisle, and don’t ever again come looking for me.”

As she turned to leave, all Carlisle could do was watch as she disappeared from his view… and from his life. Long ago he had promised his family he would do everything in his power to keep them safe, no questions asked. But that was all before (Y/N). Everything had been before (Y/N).

But Edward had brought up a good point. Having Bella and (Y/N) in their lives for whatever timeframe was dangerous. When Jasper was any second away from snapping, when Edward was so adamant on preserving Bella’s soul, when Carlisle couldn’t help but want to forgo any sort of safety just for the chance to be with (Y/N). Still, he decided the best thing would be to let her go. To carry the burden of the heartbreak himself and have her hate him. That way it would not hurt her to move on.

Carlisle did not dare move from where he stood until his ears could not pick up (Y/N)’s cries anymore. He wanted nothing more than to forget about the treaty, cross that line, and tell her that he had not meant any of the things he’d said. That his own eyes burned from the tears he made her shed, that his heart, though still, shattered as he broke hers, that his body had not missed warmth until it felt hers. Alas, he could not do anything more than just stand there.

“You should have let her join you, Carlisle,” Esme startled him. “What you did… she will never forgive you.”

“That’s exactly what she needs,” he sighed. “I should have never brought her into this world.”

“She lives in this world. Her brother is a wolf, even her best friend. Sooner or later, she was bound to find out,” Esme retorted. “You made this decision for her.”

“Many families have wolves amongst them and never get to know the truth.”

“But Alice’s vision said she was meant to be in your life.”

“Her visions have changed many times before.” He needed to detach himself. Bury his feelings as far down as he possibly could to live as the only thing he could be now — a vampire. “She deserves a good, long life. The type she had dreamed of. The type someone else could give her. At the end of the day, that’s what love truly is. Wanting the absolute best for the other, even if it is with someone else.”

“Carlisle,” Esme quietly sobbed. Her heart broke for her friend. As much as he tried to hide it, she knew that he was in pain. ���You also deserve that happiness. You know that, right?”

“That sort of happiness is a luxury I cannot afford, old friend.”

“She loves you so much, Carlisle,” Esme cried dry tears. “And I know you do too. All that you’re saying is simply to protect yourself. You still have time to make this right. Call her, write to her, anything,” she pleaded. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you joyous for the future. She gave that to you. Don’t lose it for a danger that might never come.”

“What’s done is done now, Esme. There is nothing more for me here,” he smiled. The kind of smile that was empty, a mere illusion. “Now, shall we go? New York awaits.”

Carlisle looked once more to the land (Y/N) had disappeared into. He whispered a quiet goodbye with a promise to only ever give his heart to her. And I’m the blink of an eye, he was gone.

***

(Y/N)’s head was spinning. Her legs ached under her as they ran on autopilot back into the rez. Her eyes were blurred once more with tears and her lungs ached as she breathed the zooming cold air around her. She had no idea where they were taking her until she was faced with Sam’s front door.

Her hand raised to place two soft knocks on the wooden door. It was low enough that a human could not hear it, but she was sure if any supernatural was in there they would hear it.

News of the Cullens leaving had already made their way into the reservation. She could hear the cheers and smell the smoke from the bonfires. Everyone was happy they were gone. Except for her.

It only took a couple of seconds for the wooden door to creak open.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Paul laughed as he stepped through the threshold. But how whole demeanor changed once he noticed the girl’s face. “What happened, (Y/N)?”

Her eyes were puffy and red, tears had stained her cheeks. She looked frail and weak, a complete contrast to the strong and sure person she always was. Nothing escaped her mouth but a heart-wrenching sob. Paul did not say anything else and pulled her into his arms where she let herself break apart.

“Tell me what to do, (Y/N),” he told her, his voice muffled into her hair. “Tell me what I can do to fix this for you.”

“Just hold me,” she sobbed. “Please.”

“Let’s go inside, okay?”

Paul guided her inside the empty house. He had been there by chance. Stopping there for a shower after patrol before going to a bonfire. And as he smelled (Y/N), it had not crossed through his mind that she’d be sad. Everyone else in the rez was overjoyed, it never occurred to him that she would not be.

Yet, here she was, recoiled into herself, drenching his t-shirt with her tears. He’d never seen her this way, and it broke his heart to do so. She was the truly confident one, unlike him. His assertiveness had always been a façade. A wall he put up between himself and anyone that knew him for self-preservation. But it came naturally to her, it always had.

“It all gonna be okay,” Paul said, trying his best to sound like he believed his words. But as (Y/N) wrapped her arms tighter around his waist, he knew no combination of words would help her pain.

So, Paul stayed silent. He kissed the top of her head and let her cry it all out.

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Part 2, Chapter 15

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

Also available on AO3 and Wattpad

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Posting this a bit early because I’m out of town the rest of the week.

Enjoy!

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PART 2

Chapter 15

20 minutes earlier…

Calina picked the lock on the rooftop access door, relying on feel rather than sight. She'd stashed her motorbike in an alleyway two blocks over, then scaled the back of her and Matt's apartment building under the cover of darkness. Suddenly waving a flashlight around up here would defeat all her attempts at stealth.

And she needed to be stealthy - if Volkov's men were watching this place, she couldn’t let them see that she'd returned.

The lock gave way with a quiet *snick* and Calina slipped down the stairs into Matt's apartment. It was empty, as expected. At this time of night, he’d be out Daredevilling, and would be gone for another few hours at least.

She dumped her bag on the floor and flicked on the lights…then stifled a laugh at the sight of the new sofa sitting in the middle of the living room - with the plastic wrap still on it.

“…the new couch was delivered yesterday. But I couldn’t bring myself to sit on it. It feels like our couch. And it didn’t feel right for it to be there, in the apartment, without you…the place feels so lifeless now. So cold and empty without you…”

The suppressed laughter turned into a sob and she covered her mouth to hide the sound. Her emotions were all over the place. And all the joy and love and guilt and fear that she was feeling kept spilling over as tears - she’d spent half of the four-hour ride here crying beneath her motorcycle helmet. Thankfully the roads were fairly deserted, so her blurred vision hadn’t endangered anyone apart from herself.

She just...needed to be here. Despite her annoyingly fragile emotional state, and her barely-healed wound, and the risks involved…she needed to be here.

She needed to see Matt.

Yelena had freaked out at the idea, of course. “It’s too dangerous! Volkov knows you spent months living in that apartment building - and now that we got rid of the trackers, its the only place he has to start his search for us.”

“I get that, Yelena,” Calina had argued. “But I still need to speak to Matt.”

“So call him!”

“I’ve been calling him. For hours! He won’t pick up.”

The moment she’d finished watching the footage of Matt’s confession…she’d pressed play and watched the whole thing again, unable to believe the words spilling from his lips.

“I deluded myself that I didn’t feel this way about you…”

“You need to wake up so that I can tell you I love you.”

“You’re…everything.”

“There was just something about you, standing there on that rooftop”

“I’ll always be here - if you’ll have me.”

“Please come back to me…”

Each line was a euphoric, impossible jolt of pure joy to her heart. And watching him say those words while clutching at her hand and stroking her cheek and pulling her into his arms to hold her all night had been like watching all her dreams play out before her.

He loved her.

He really and truly loved her.

He’d dropped everything to come to her. He’d put his life in the hands of women he barely knew and didn’t trust, and he’d bared his heart and his soul to her.

And then she’d ghosted him for a week and a half.

She couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling. He must think she was still angry with him. That she was still hurt by what Foggy said in the bar and was ignoring him on purpose.

After the second viewing of the footage, she’d scrambled off the bed and grabbed her phone then punched in the number she’d memorised months ago, desperate to tell him the truth - that she’d been sick. That she hadn't known about his visit. That she felt the same way he did.

But he never answered.

She’d paced the floor of her room, the device pressed against her ear as she listened to it ring and ring. She’d stood on the balcony and stared out over the harbour, the phone clutched in her hand as she’d tried again.

And again. And again.

But each time it just rang out.

And with each failed connection she started to worry that they’d missed their chance. That each miscommunication and separation was pushing the possibility of them further away.

The need to speak to him grew more urgent with each passing moment. Until she’d finally given up on the phone and grabbed her rucksack from under the bed. If he wasn’t answering…she would just go to him in person.

That’s how Yelena had found her - shoving clothes into her bag and trying to ignore the twinge of pain in her side from the rough actions. “At least wait a while,” Yelena had said, trying a different tack. “You only got back on your feet a few days ago.”

“I have to go now, Yelena. I can’t explain it - at least, not in any logical way. I just…need to go. I promise I’ll be careful. And I’ll be back as soon as I’ve talked to him.”

“So you are coming back?”

The hint of vulnerability in Yelena’s voice surprised Calina. She paused her packing to look at the other Widow, who seemed uncharacteristically…anxious.

“Yes, of course,” Calina answered. “I know the risks about staying in New York. I know it would just put Matt - and us - in danger.”

“Good. That’s good.”

“What’s this about, Yelena?”

Yelena picked at the chipped polish on her nails. “I was worried that you hated me. For what I did. And that you were leaving for good.”

Calina laughed bitterly. “You’re not exactly my favourite person in the world right now…but I don’t hate you. You made some choices - some very questionable choices, like dumping Matt in Connecticut and then not telling me - but I know you didn’t do it out of malice.”

Calina zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder then grabbed her winter biking gear from the closet. She stopped next to Yelena on her way out the door and issued the ultimatum she’d been contemplating ever since she found out what Yelena had done. “But you have to accept that Matt is part of my life now. You can’t keep making unilateral decisions that affect both him and me - especially decisions that serve to keep us apart. If you can’t do that, then I will find somewhere else to live.”

Yelena shook her head. “This is your home, Calina. As much as it is ours. I’ll…respect your relationship with Murdock.”

Calina squeezed Yelena’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Be safe.”

“I will.”

“And keep in contact. I don’t want to have to send any Widows to come find you in New York if you go off the grid.”

“I will,” Calina had repeated.

And in that spirit, she fired off a quick text message to Yelena and Katya: Arrived safely.

Then she shrugged out of her leather jacket and unzipped the heated liner underneath. It had done a good job of keeping her warm during the ride here but she was starting to feel over-heated in Matt’s cosy apartment.

She wandered over to the new couch and started stripping off the plastic wrap, eager to have something to do to pass the time. It felt wrong to just make herself at home again after everything that had happened…but she wasn’t sure what else to do while she waited for Matt to return.

Halfway through the task, there was a loud banging on the front door, quickly followed by Foggy’s bellowing voice. “Matt? You better be in here, you son of a bitch! MATT!”

Calina raced to the door and swung it open.

“Calina?” Foggy’s double-take at her sudden appearance would have been comical under other circumstances, but he looked frantic…and scared. And she started to get a very bad feeling.

“Foggy, what’s wrong?”

“Is Matt here?”

“No. I assumed he was out…doing what he usually does at this time of night.”

“Shit!”

Calina pulled him into the apartment and closed the door behind them. “What’s going on?” she demanded.

Foggy raked his hand through his hair. “I met up with a contact tonight, to see if he knew anything about our fear pheromone problem. And he did know something. Something bad.”

“What?”

“Whoever’s in charge of the operation - and my contact didn’t know that, unfortunately - knows we’re snooping around. They know Daredevil is snooping around. So they set a trap for him.”

“What kind of trap?”

“They’re going to lure Matt to some old base of theirs and blow it up.”

Calina's bad feeling exploded into full-on panic. “Where was Matt going tonight, Foggy? You guys must have narrowed the next location down by now. Where was he going?”

“He wasn’t supposed to be going anywhere tonight. He agreed to take a break - he hasn’t been doing so well these past couple of weeks.”

Guilt slammed into Calina, but she pushed it aside. There would be time for that later - once Matt was safe. “Regardless of what Matt was supposed to do, he’s obviously out there. So where, Foggy? Give me somewhere to look!” She was practically shouting at the other man, and she had to fight the urge to shake the information out of him.

“Down by the Chinese Consulate. But I’ve just come from there - there’s no sign of him.”

Calina pushed passed Foggy on her way to the stairs. “I’ll look again. I’ll look everywhere.”

She raced up to the roof and backtracked her earlier movements. Within minutes, she was swinging her leg over her bike and roaring down the street towards the Hudson. She didn’t have a plan beyond getting to Matt’s last known location then scouring the city - street-by-street and building-by-building if she had to.

But it turned out she didn’t need to. She’d only managed to travel a few blocks when thunder rocked the night and a fireball lit up the horizon.

Matt!

Calina stomach tried to lurch out of her throat. But she ignored the spike of terror and steered the bike towards the site of the explosion. She rolled the throttle and accelerated, veering in and out of the sparse traffic at a reckless speed.

Minutes later she skidded to a stop on the street behind the destroyed building. Her throat went dry as she imagined Matt beneath that flaming pile of rumble.

No. She couldn’t think like that.

Matt was smart. He wouldn’t have fallen for a trap like this. He would have made it out before it blew up. She just needed to find him - preferably before the sirens in the distance got here - and the best way to do that was from a high vantage point.

She dismounted her bike and ran through the lot behind the building - it looked like a taxi depot, with rows and rows of yellow cabs. She jumped up on one and used the extra height to grab the drain pipe of the adjacent building. She shimmied up it onto the roof then ran along the edge, peering over the side to survey the damage below. 

But her view was obscured by all the smoke.

“Matt, where are you?” she whispered, her voice tight with fear.

She swore as she saw the firetrucks peeling down the street. She heard sirens come from the opposite direction and swivelled her head to see a bunch of cop cars racing along the greenway.

And then a sliver of dark red caught her eye, peeking out from the other side of the water tower.

“Matt?” she called. “Is that you?”

There was no answer.

On alert now, she inched around the structure, until she could make out more than a sliver - it was an arm, clad in familiar material, holding an even more familiar baton.

She exhaled sharply in relief. “Matt.”

She reached out her hand to touch him…and he exploded into action.

He batted her hand away and swung his club in her direction. She ducked, and just managed to avoid taking a hit to the side of her head.

“Matt! It’s me!” She grabbed the baton before he could swing again, and hit the nerve cluster in his elbow. His fingers jerked as a result, making him drop the baton to the ground. The move had been a reflex on Calina’s part - she’d seen a weapon and disarmed its holder. And a moment later she was glad she had, because Matt attacked her again with a fast series of punches.

She blocked most of his strikes, but took a few hits to the arms and one that glanced off her cheek. “Matt!!” she yelled again, her voice desperate.

What was wrong with him?

Had he been dosed with the fear pheromone?

Her confusion led to a moment of distraction, which Matt used against her. He grabbed one of her arms and trapped her wrist. Then he spun her around and caught her other arm, pinning both behind her.

It was a familiar hold - and one she knew she could escape. She used her Aikido training to free herself and send Matt rolling to the ground.

He sprang to his feet again, but the move was clumsier than usual. Slower, and less graceful.

And that’s when she realised - he wasn’t in the grip of some adrenaline surge.

He couldn’t hear.

The blast from the explosion must have damaged his ears. She’d seen that type of injury before when one of the widows she’d trained with had strayed too close to a bomb while out on a mission. The Widow had suffered tinnitus for a week and never recovered her full hearing.

And she'd never returned to the Red Room as a result.

“Matt?” Calina called, testing her theory.

There was no response. He just stood in front of her looking lost and confused.

“Oh, Matt.”

He must be so scared. Without his hearing, he was as good as blind. She remembered what he was like when his ears were affected by the common cold. This must be a million times worse. A million times more disorientating and terrifying.

And she had no way of reassuring him that he was safe. No way of letting him know who she was - the minute she got close to him, he would interpret it as another attack.

The sirens were right below them now, and the night sky was lit up by the flames of the building next to them. They were completely out in the open, visible to anyone who looked up at this rooftop too closely. And she had no way to get him out of here if she couldn’t convince him who she was.

“C-Calina?”

At the sound of her whispered name, she nearly cried with relief. He recognised her somehow!

But he sounded so tentative and unsure, as if he couldn’t believe that it was true.

To be fair, from his perspective, her presence here was a little unexpected. She took a few steps closer to him, until his body blocked the warm heat radiating from the fire behind him. She carefully took his hand, and tugged of his glove, exposing his bare palm.

And she spelled out a single word in braille in answer:

YES.

He grabbed her hand and let out a shaky breath. Then he dropped his head to rest his forehead against hers. “Hi,” he breathed.

“Hi,” she replied, despite knowing he couldn’t hear her. She wound her arms around his waist and leaned into him, the waning adrenaline making her feel unsteady. She’d spent the last twenty minutes terrified that she would never see him again…

The thought made her clutch him tighter.

He seemed to need the contact as much as she did. He wrapped his own arms around her shoulders and dragged her close, until every inch of them was pressed together. He dipped his head and buried it in the crook of her neck. He breathed deep, as if trying to capture her scent, but ended up barking out a series of hacking coughs instead as whatever was in his airways protested.

She leaned back and used her hands to lift his head up, wanting to look at him properly. Black soot rimmed his nostrils and there were streaks of ash on his skin. There were no major injuries that she could see, but she’d need to get him home to check more thoroughly.

And they needed to get off this roof before anyone saw them.

She grabbed his palm again and tapped out the braille for ‘GO’, trying to use as few a words as possible to get her message across.

It seemed to work. He nodded and grabbed her hand. “Lead the way,” he croaked out. It sounded like he was trying to make light of the situation, but she knew him. She knew how much his helplessness must be killing him.

She squeezed his hand and used it to guide him along the rooftop, back the way she’d came. Luckily, the first responders were all congregated at the front of the building, and the back route was still clear.

But getting Matt down to ground level would take a bit of work. They couldn’t descend the drain pipe she’d used earlier - Matt’s spatial awareness had been thrown off by his deafness and there was too much risk that he’d fall.

So she found the access door leading to the stairs and kicked it open. Then the two of them slowly descended through the - thankfully - deserted building. When they reached ground level, she disengaged the tight grip he had on her hand and tapped out another single word, ‘WAIT’.

He nodded so she took a couple of steps away, ready to scope out the street for any bystanders…but he immediately tensed up, his hands clenched by his sides, and his his head locked at an angle, as if he was desperately trying to hear the world around him.

The sight of him - the man who normally seemed so strong and invincible - standing there, seemingly lost without her guiding touch made her heart ache.

She rushed towards him again, uncaring of the time she was wasting, and the risk she was taking with their safety. She grasped his head in her hands, leaned up, and pressed her lips against his cheek. She lingered there in the kiss, trying to convey everything that she couldn’t say with words. She wanted him to know that she knew he was scared, but she was with him. That he could trust her. She would get him home.

That she loved him.

He leaned into the contact, his own hands latching on to her waist and holding tight.

After several long moments, she broke away and approached the front door. She checked the street outside, but it seemed deserted - all the action was taking place around the corner where the firefighters were still tackling the blaze.

She twisted the lock and stepped outside. She raced to her bike and wheeled it closer to the door, then rummaged through the top box for her windbreaker. It was sized to cover her bulky winter riding gear, so it should hopefully fit Matt and hide his suit on the ride home.

She dashed back into the building and shook out the coat. She guided one of Matt’s arms through the sleeve, and he seemed to grasp what was happening because he took over and slipped the jacket on. It was snug across his broad shoulders and wouldn’t zip up, but it would do the trick.

The last thing to do was remove his mask - there was no point hiding his suit if he still looked like The Devil from the neck up. She reached up and tucked her thumbs under the edges of the mask - and his hands immediately shot up to stop her.

She paused, and brought her thumbs down to stroke his cheeks, trying to calm his fears - it must make him feel even more vulnerable to be without that last layer of protection.

She kept caressing his face, running her fingers over his cheeks and his lips, even down the back of his neck where she pressed into the knotted muscles beneath his skin. She kept soothing him with her touch until she felt his spike of anxiety pass.

Eventually he nodded and dropped his hands, permitting her to remove his mask. The fact that he didn’t do it himself, but left it to her, felt symbolic of…something.

Something she really didn’t have time to contemplate just now.

She allowed herself a second to smile at his ruffled hair, before smoothing it down, knowing how much the wayward strands annoyed him. Then she pulled the hood up over his head, grabbed his hand again and led him onto the street.

She guided him onto the back of the motorcycle then slipped into the space in front of him. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist, and she smiled again. Her grin widened further once she kick-started the engine and accelerated away from the burning building.

Away from danger, and towards home.

Matt shifted his weight until his front was pressed against her back, and tightened his hold on her. She had the feeling it had nothing to do with the unfamiliar mode of transport, and everything to do with being close to her.

She knew the feeling.

She leaned back against him and tilted her head to the side, allowing him to rest his chin on her shoulder. She ignored the smoke and ash she could smell on his skin and tried to imagine they were just two people in love riding together through the streets of New York for the sheer joy of it.

Maybe she could convince him to try this again, under better circumstances. Once they’d cleared the air between them. And once the Widows had resolved the Volkov situation and she was free to live her life again, maybe they could just…enjoy each other. Without mind control and misunderstandings and explosions.

They could just be two people in love.

The thought kept her warm as they sped through the cold, dark night.

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Chapter 16

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like a flowing wind pt 2

multiHun on Wattpad requested:

Can I request for a part 2? Possibly 2 versions with a happy ending and a sad ending? Also thanks author for writing this masterpiece. It hurt my heart so good🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

a/n: i wasn't expecting to make a part 2 so this was just kind of off the top of my head. no proofread but i hope you enjoy this! there is angst ending in the first half and fluff in the second half

nayeon didn't know that she'd end up on your doorstep not even a day after. she didn't know that you'd even leave her. she didn't know what to say. she had so many words lingering on her lips, so many questions in her head, but it all went blank as she pressed the doorbell not expecting another idol to be the one answering.

"seulgi?"

seulgi's gaze falters as she quickly shuts the door behind her and steps out to talk with her.

"what are you doing here nayeon?"

"what are you doing here? isn't this y/n's apartment?"

seulgi's surprised tone quickly turns into something sassy yet monotone, "if you talked to y/n more, you'd know that we're good friends. i'm just here to help her through this."

nayeon's mind starts racing at the thought of you two together while she was gone. for the first time in her life, she's jealous. jealous that she's not the one there for you.

angst!

"please seulgi, just let me talk with y/n. i... miss her."

and she's never heard such distain and contempt from a fellow idol before she said that. seulgi scoffs and stares her down. "you finally miss her after she lets you go? what kind of backwards selfish thinking is that? no nayeon."

"what do you mean no? she's still my girlfriend! let me see-"

seulgi grows more angrier by the second. "what part of let you go do you not understand? if she actually treated her like she deserves, maybe, just maybe she wouldn't have left. have you thought about that? you hurt her nayeon. and you can't fix it."

nayeon's taken aback. she wanted to say something. anything at all to prove her wrong but deep down, she knew those words were true. she treated you like shit.

"yeah... you're right." and she just walks away, hoping with every step, she can stop feeling. you deserved better.

but in the corner of her eyes she can see you step outside of your apartment once she's finally almost gone. your expression is almost unreadable as you look at her but she could clearly see one thing. you're hurt. and for good reason. she only mouths two words to you before she decides she has to let you go. she hopes those two words can bring her some sort of closure. but it doesn't. it makes it even more painful to leave.

"i'm sorry."

fluff!

"seulgi... i miss her. i miss the way she used to spend nights up for me to just talk for countless hours. i miss her rambling on and on about some random show she was watching. i miss her kisses and hugs. i miss... being with her. please... just let me see her. even if she doesn't take me back, i at least want her to know... i messed up. not her."

seulgi tone changes once again as a small smile appears on her face, "well... you're lucky she was here to hear that."

"wha-"

and before she knew it, the door opened again revealing you. your cheeks were stained with tears, eyes swollen, and yet she couldn't think that you could get any more beautiful. she's taken you for granted.

she quickly engulfs you in a tight hug; tired of keeping her facade up. the one where she's okay without you. the one where she can move on. the one that thinks she doesn't need you because clearly she does.

she can feel your shirt being stained with tears as her head lies against your shoulder, knees almost giving out on her, "y/n... let me try again. i promise for the rest of my life, i'll make it up to you. i'll never let go. please. i love you."

a small kiss makes its way on her forehead, your small tearful laugh ringing in her ear, "i love you too."

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 2

Welcome to the second chapter! As I've said before, this whole story is gonna be a bit long winded, so hopefully you're all in for the long term, hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2133

Warnings: Swearing

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PART 1: Chapter 2 -

I should've stayed in bed.

The Song Thrush has brown upper-parts and black-spotted cream or buff underparts. Its distinctive song, which has repeated musical phrases, has frequently been referred to in poetry.

I let out a groan as a hand tapped me repeatedly on the shoulder. I waved my arm about, eyes still shut tight until the onslaught stopped. Then came the unfortunate sound of curtains being ripped open.

“Girlie get the fuck up.” I heard.

Letting out more groans of complaint I rolled over away from the light as it poured into the dark room, only to be met with a wad of paper in the back of the head.

“Kate.” They said.

Now somewhat awake, I rolled back over and leant up on my elbow to face the perpetrator.

“What-?” I croaked in confusion.

Said perpetrator was glaring at me with wide eyes, sat on the opposite bed, arm still outstretched from throwing.

Looking down at what assaulted me, I picked up a leaflet, the front a picture of a waterfall, with the title ‘Magic of Ullswater’ printed in a bold white font. I looked back at Kay still perched on her bed, surprised that she was willingly conscious at this time of day, until I remembered our schedule.

“Ah,” I guiltily scrunched my face in realisation, “was this today?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, pointing at the glaring number on her phone. “And it’s already seven!”

“Don’t worry, I’m up” I rolled out of bed and swung open the wardrobe doors, grabbing what I needed before heading to the bathrooms to freshen up and get ready. Within twenty minutes I was back in the room, halving my normal time since Kay being up this early meant she was truly determined to execute what she had planned. On an average day you wouldn’t see her fully awake until at least ten.

After a quick breakfast in the canteen, we went back up to ensure everything needed was packed and ready for today’s hike. After all, going to see the waterfall was one of the main reasons we had gone. You mention rocks to Kay and she is there.

We laced up our walking boots and headed outside, up the path until we reached the edge of the road where the shuttle bus dropped us off days earlier. The weather had changed for the better, the temperature hiked up to a comfortable twenty two degrees accompanied by a blue sunny sky. Perfect for today’s plans, where only summer clothes were required.

I wore my cream vest top tucked into my baggy olive green trousers, and a thick brown belt looped through, with a loose fitting chunky white cardigan left unbuttoned over the top, and of course my favourite white floral patterned socks.

Kay on the other hand, was in her cargo trousers, along with a grey cropped vest top and a thin zip up hoodie tied around her waist. Unfortunately Dr Martens and platform crocs weren’t the most suitable shoes for hiking, lest you want your ankles broken, so were replaced with hiking boots, and obviously waterproofs were packed away in our rucksacks just in case. As lovely as it was, you can never trust British weather.

Eventually, the local bus slowed to a stop. Sifting through my pockets I pulled out and counted up what loose change I had, handing it over. After stating our destination and receiving our tickets, we headed to the back of the relatively empty bus, which was surprising considering it was the middle of summer. We both placed down our rucksacks and sat on either side of the aisle, propping up our feet on the other seats. With a groan and a jolt, the bus’s engine sprang back to life, and begun its journey down the road, over the vast rolling hills.

“Hey.” I looked away from the window at the sound of Kay speaking, “Did you remember to bring the passes?”

I leant back in mock offense. “Of course.” I retorted. “Must you deem me that unreliable??”

She snorted at my reaction. “Well you forgot what day it was earlier, so I had to double check.”

I deadpanned at her, reaching into my bag to procure two sheets of paper, shoving them up at Kay so she could see the print. “I double checked at least ten times, after all this saves us the twenty quid entry.”

Kay sat back with a quiet sigh of relief, whilst I safely tucked the papers back away. Looking back, I asked her which part of the trail she wanted to visit first.

Her eyes darted around as they narrowed in thought.

“The waterfall.” She declared. “You’ve been before, is it close to the entrance?”

“Somewhat.” I answered as I picked at my lip. “Within a fifteen-ish minute walk of the car park.”

“As long as you actually remember where to go.” She taunted, before laughing at my frown. “Cuz I wanna see some stratification.” She said eagerly, tapping on what looked like a diagram in the book laid on her lap.

“Well as long as you don’t start licking the rocks as soon as we get there, otherwise you’ll scare the children off.” I tormented, ducking down giggling as the book was launched at my head.

Soon enough, we arrived, and after proving to Kay that I actually knew the route, we followed the continuous thunder until we reached the 65 foot waterfall, now towering ahead of us. Kay jogged ahead, eager to reach the moss covered bridge that curved over the deep ravine that the water had carved into the rock. At halfway she stopped to lean over the fence, facing down into the narrow abyss of water below, tilting enough to the point where her legs began to lift from the floor.

“Oi!” I cried, jogging to catch up. “You can’t swim, so if you fall, don’t think I’m going in after you.”

“Are you a lifeguard or not?” She pointed out incredulously, leaning further over in a taunting manner. “It’s literally you’re job to go after me.”

“Well it’s not like I’m being paid right now to do so.” I answered as I caught up to her. “Pay me my hourly rate and then I’ll think about going after you.”

She scoffed in disbelief at my audacity before her attention returned to admire the waterfall before her.

It wasn’t long before a high pitched trill from above caught my attention. Raising my head, I stared at the dense foliage above me, watching as it churned ever so gently with the calm summer breeze. I squinted my eyes at the flickering dapples of light that peeked through the leaves, until my attention focused on a singular bird nestled in between the gentle chaos all around.

‘A song thrush!’ I realised, recognising the bird’s brown feathers and white speckled underbelly. I watched with intent as it flittered between the treetops. Taking out the polaroid camera I was gifted for my birthday, I took as many pictures as I could before it darted away and disappeared into the trees beyond the footpath.

My eyes followed said footpath and from a distance, I managed to make out a clearing bathed in the scattered beams of the midday sun. Storing the now printed pictures in the front pocket of my bag, I poked Kay’s shoulder and pointed to what I could see.

“How about we have lunch down there?” I suggested, remembering I had managed to bring the picnic blanket this time.

She nodded in agreement, and we both made our way over. After decided what was the sunniest spot, we laid out the blanket and sat down, putting out the food we were able to fit in our bags.

“That bird.” Came Kay’s voice, half muffled by her hand that was hiding her mouthful of sandwich as she spoke. “What was it?”

I swallowed what I could of my own sandwich before replying, figuring that she most likely heard the shutter of my camera.

“A song thrush, according to some article I read a while back they’re quite common round these parts”.

“I didn’t know you birdwatched?” She pondered.

“I did quite a bit when was younger. To be fair though, I only recognised it because of The Hobbit.” I admitted.

Kay’s eyes widened in realisation, and we both pointed at each other with a grin. “Of course!” She laughed, before turning back to her sandwich. “When the thrush knocks!”

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.” I recited without a stutter.

Kay lowered her sandwich and turned back towards me slowly, side-eyeing me with a face of suspicion. I side-eyed back.

“Your short term memory should’ve taken that in and flung it out the other side.” She disputed.

I frowned.

“And you didn’t even mess up the words once.”

Side-eyeing her once more and slowly brought my phone to my face. She glared in even further suspicion as I began to furiously type away at the keyboard. Within seconds she had enough.

“Ok what the fuck are you typing over there.” She demanded, discarding her sandwich, and speeding across the blanket to stare over my shoulder and began to read aloud. “Kay is anti-mental disorde— ??? I’M NOT DISSING YOUR ADHD???? NO. DON’T SEND THAT TO THE GROUPCHAT. KATE. SWEAR DOWN I WILL— NO! TAKE YOUR FINGER AND PRESS DELETE RIGHT NOW. NO NO NO. ROXIE WILL EAT ME ALIVE. DELETE THAT SHIT. NO. COME BACK.”

I cackled as I leaped up and ran the length of the clearing, watching as she scrambled up in a frenzy after me. I felt a buzz from my phone and held it up in front of me to read aloud any replies from the chat, interrupted every so often by Kay’s aggravated screams of frustration.

She chased me around the grass, until we both collapsed back on the blanket, too exhausted to carry the conflict further. She pointed her finger at me accusingly.

“You better delete it.” She managed between heaves. I held out my hand expectantly.

“That’ll be ten pounds.” I requested with a grin on my face.

“Oh, piss off.” She groaned exasperatedly, shoving my shoulder as a laughed.

Squabble over, she rolled over to pick up and return to the geography book she read on the bus. I did the same, but with The Hobbit, that I had coincidentally decided to pack for the day’s trip.

Later, we packed up the picnic and explored the forest for a few hours, wandering off the path a few times to look for rocks or plants.

A chilly breeze blew past and I checked the time, seeing the numbers on my phone screen tell me that it was time to turn back around.

“Hey Kay,” I called, receiving a loud “YEA?” from the bushes behind me, “we should think about heading back, if we wanna make it to the canteen for tea.”

She agreed, standing up from where she was crouched over a small stream, most likely looking for some type of mineral deposit, or whatever she was reading about in her book earlier. Slinging our bags back over our shoulders, we both began to make our way back down the path, dodging the jagged roots and rocks. A short while passed before we reached the clearing we had eaten in earlier, the opening in the trees showed that the sky had begun to change colour, causing us to quicken our paces slightly to ensure we wouldn’t get caught out in the wilderness at night.

It wasn’t long before we were back at the waterfall, and we began our crossing of the bridge before Kay slowed down again like last time. I slowed too, and we both stopped in the middle to spend a moment, taking once last look at the towering waterfall, now bathed in the orange light of the evening’s golden hour.

A familiar chirp rang out through the trees, and I spun around, scouring the branches above me.

There it was again! The song thrush had reappeared, illuminated by the glow of the lowering sun. I crossed the width of the bridge to watch it as it chirruped and trilled its final song of the day. Eventually the swaying branches and fast movements of the fluttering creature caused me to lose sight of it. Kay’s footsteps sounded behind me as I heard her wander across a few steps, before quickly falling silent again. The thrush’s song came to an abrupt stop at almost the same time, and without a second thought, I decided it was time to keep going.

“Alright,” I declared, turning back towards Kay and the waterfall, “let’s go before—”

I blinked in surprise.

Looking around with widening eyes, panic and dread began to settle in my stomach as I came to the dreadful realisation.

Kay was nowhere to be seen.

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Chapter 8: Christmas

Standard Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, I've done some research but there will likely be Navy/military inaccuracies, and I do not consent to the posting, translating, or publishing of my work to any 3rd party site, the only place it may be found is on tumblr and Wattpad under @.itswildflower

Looking for the other chapters? U.S.S. Christmas Masterlist 

A/N: OMG its the final chapter (officially 👀)! This story is heavily inspired by the hallmark movie of the same title and is very self-indulgent. I'm also trying a different format than I'm used to using.

Summary: It's Christmas! Will everything work out?

“Looks so good. I'm starving,” Jackson mentioned as he helped his mom in the kitchen.

“Would you wait, please?” Elizabeth chided before they both turned to the doorway where they had heard it open and close.

“Oh, Kate, you made it!” her mom exclaims.

“Yeah! Of course, no article's gonna keep me away from my family on Christmas Eve.”

“How'd it turn out?” Jackson asked.

“Oh, beautifully, thanks to the Williams,” Kate set her things down.

“I am proud of you,” Elizabeth tells her.

“Thanks, mom,” Kate smiles.

“Let's dig in before it gets cold!” Jackson exclaimed. Both of the Wells women rolled their eyes at him before dishing the food and eating. After they were done Kate and her mom remained in the kitchen doing the dishes.

“Did you tell Jake about the article?” her mom asks.

“No, but he came by my work the other day,” Kate told her.

“Really? What'd he want?” she asks.

“To see me again.”

“I think you should.” Elizabeth looked at her daughter, who had set down the last dish in the cabinet. 

“Mom, can I ask you something?” Elizabeth nodded.

“Did you ever think about what your future would be like with dad? In the beginning?” Kate asked.

“No. I just knew that I really liked him. Pretty soon… I loved him. You know, I never told you this before, but I broke off my engagement with your father.”

Kate’s brows furrowed. “What?” 

“Mm-hm. The military thing. It scared me too,” she told her.

“Really?” Kate asked.

“Mm. But as hard as I tried to fight it, I knew he was the one. So... I flew to Japan to surprise him,” Elizabeth told her. “Are you serious?” 

“Mm-hm. And he proposed again. In front of this beautiful temple. And it was perfect… Romantic… Mostly, I think, because that time… I knew it was forever.”

“I had no idea.”

“It was hard being apart. But we had this... connection, whether he was a thousand miles away or next to me at the dinner table,” Elizabeth reminisced. 

“Yeah, but all his deployments, I mean, it was hard on us, I can only imagine what it was like for you, raising two kids practically alone,” Kate contemplated. 

“Yeah. It was hard. But honey, don't you get it? He gave me you kids, and you were the best thing that ever happened to us. And you, Kate. Oh, you were the light of his life.” 

“He lost his life too soon because of his job, though,” Kate said sadly.

“A job that he loved. He cared so much about protecting this country. A life of service, Kate. That's something to be proud of.”

Later that night Kate decided she should try talking to Jake again, so she called the number her mother had written down for his house. “Hello?” Ron picked up the phone.

“Hi, Captain Kerner. It's Kate.”

“Kate! Hey, Merry Christmas. Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, um, sorry to bother you, but I was calling to see if Jake was there?”

Ron looked over to where his son was sitting on the couch opposite of him. Jake shook his head. “Oh, Jake, yeah, he's, um… He's... well, actually, he's... he's not available at the moment,” Ron told her.

“Oh. Um… Well, can you tell him to read the paper tomorrow and that I'll be at Picasso's diner at 10:00 if he wants to talk?” she asked.

“I'll pass that along, hon. You enjoy your Christmas, Kate,” Ron tells her.

“You too,” she tells him before hanging up and sighing. 

“He's... not available? Mom, what does that even mean?” Kate asked as she went downstairs and collapsed onto the couch beside her mom.

“Well, maybe he's just busy. It is Christmas Eve,” Elizabeth tells her logically.

“Yeah, maybe. Mom, you want to tell me some more stories about dad?” she asks.

“I'd love to.”

“Bye! Thanks! And merry Christmas!” Kate yelled to the paperboy as she collected the paper.

“Mom?” she called out as she came in.

“Mm! I'm in here!” Her mom exclaimed from the living room.

“Hey, merry Christmas!” Kate called.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Look. Here it is,” she handed her mom the newspaper.

“That's it? Oh, Kate! I can't wait to read it. Where's my glasses?” Elizabeth asked.

“They're right here,” Kate handed them to her mom. “Thank you.”

“I'll get the coffee started,” Jackson grumbled as he came down the stairs. 

Meanwhile at the Seresin/Kerner residence. "Hi," Jake greeted as he wiped some sleep out of his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, son."

"Merry Christmas, pops."

Ron didn't see a need to beat around the bush so he jumped straight into business, handing him the newspaper. "I think you need to read her article. She may have had a… Change of heart."

"Thanks, pops. Sure."

"I grew up as a Navy brat, and I loved my father, but I always resented that his job took him away from us. Last week I took an unexpected cruise of a lifetime. There were no midnight buffets or pool parties on the lido deck. It was a chilly Christmas tiger cruise aboard the U.S.S Polaris. While I was there, I discovered a special couple who changed the way I see love, family and the military. Jonah and Dorothy Williams love story is extraordinary…"

Jake read through the rest of the article quickly and when he was done he carefully set it down on the table in front of him.

"Good article, right?"

"Amazing article. I gotta hand it to Kate, she found an incredible love story," Jake told his father.

"And what about your own story?" Ron asked.

"Pops, you mind if I...?" Jake trailed off.

"Go."

"Christmas cappuccinos on the patio. Perfect," Kate sighed as the finished up their family morning at Picasso's.

"This is the perfect Christmas. We're all together, and your future award-winning story has just been published. Yay!" Jackson exclaimed and Kate laughed.

"Thanks, Jackson." Kate couldn't help but glance around, looking for that familiar head on blonde hair.

"Honey, if it's meant to be," Elizabeth tells her softly and Kate takes a deep breath before nodding.

"All right, shall we get this show on the road?" Jenny, Jackson's girlfriend of 2 years asked, standing up.

"Yeah, let's go." The family all stood up and pushed in their chairs.

"Hey, Jake," Jackson spoke up, causing Kate to look up from where she was gathering her things.

"Merry Christmas, Jake," Elizabeth tells him as the family gives Kate a knowing look and beginning to walk away.

"Merry Christmas," he tells them as they offer him a smile and continue on their way, leaving Kate behind.

"So I, uh, read your article. You learned a lot from your time in the Navy," he teased.

"Four whole days. But, you know, with the tight quarters, it was more like four weeks, military time," Kate shrugged.

"You know, I knew there was something special about you from the time I laid my eyes on you at the ball," Jake told her, stepping a little bit closer.

"Spilling wine?" she laughed. "Jake, I... I've never met anyone like you. You're... meticulous, spontaneous… Serious, but fun, and… And so handsome in a uniform."

"Handsome, huh?" he raised a brow.

"Uh-huh. And I got something for you. I, um… I got it at the Christmas train show."

"Oh… Thank you. Feel like I'm six years old again back at that train show. You know, you've made me happier than I've been in years. I have something for you too. Here.”

His lips brushed hers, soft and warm. He withdrew some and watched her.

"That’s it?" Kate demanded, and he laughed and kissed her fiercely.

“It's perfect.”

"Wanna dance?" Jake asked as the song playing over the outdoor speaker changed.

"I'd love to. Merry Christmas, Lieutenant."

"Merry Christmas, Kate."

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No Regrets - Part one

Negan Masterlist

A/N: wattpad request by Neganlover711

Warning: swearing, mention of violence, fluff

Summary: As Negan and his wife sit in their Alexandrian cell, he can't help but ponder on whether she regrets having chosen him.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics​  

“Do you regret it?” Negan utters out as he stood looking out through the small window of their cell.

“No” Nicole answers, gently stroking her eight-month pregnant belly.

“Baby...” Negan exhales turning around to look at her.

“Why are you so fuckin’ stubborn?”

“I’ll repeat the exact words I said to Michonne; I’m either having this baby here in this cell or upstairs in a house, but I'm not doing it without you by my side.”

“I’m sure they’d let me be there if you went into labour while upstairs” Negan attempts to reason with her.

“I’m not taking that chance” Nicole shakes her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“Sweetheart, its ok...” Negan kneels, cupping her cheeks in the palm of his hands.

“Don’t upset yourself, it’s not good for you and the baby.”

“I’m scared Negan...” Nicole whimpers out.

“How are we going to raise a child in here?”

“I know...” Negan gently brushes the pad of his thumb across her cheek, attempting to calm her.

“I am too, that’s why I’m begging you, take Michonne’s offer.”

“Do you honestly believe they’ll let us stay upstairs after the baby is born?” Nicole tearfully retorts.

“They’re either going to haul us back down here or even worse; take the baby from me when I'm weak from giving birth. At least this way I know that you’re around to stop that from happening.”

“Don’t think like that...they won’t take our baby away...” Negan gently shushes Nicole while rocking her in his arms.

Pushing hard against Negan’s chest, Nicole flashes him a dark gaze.

“Have you forgotten Gracie?”

Negan drops his head with a sigh of defeat.

“That’s right...” Nicole comments.

“They killed her parents, and Aaron took her as his own. She doesn’t know anything about her real parents, doesn’t even know that Aaron isn’t her real dad.”

“This is different” Negan responds with a head shake.

“No, it's not” Nicole frowns.

“Besides, it’s comfortable enough down here for me to give birth.”

“The only reason why they made things more comfortable is because you’re pregnant” Negan points out.

“If you weren’t, we’d still be sleeping on a shitty bed, eating shitty food.”

“I’d rather have the shitty bed and food than be away from you” Nicole protests.

“Fuckin’ stubborn” Negan shakes his head at her.

“And you love me for it...” Nicole flashes him a broad teary smile.

“My stubborn, badass Wife...” Negan draws in closer to her for a kiss.

“Whoa...” Negan mutters out, staring down at her belly, feeling the baby kicking up a storm against him.

“Someone’s awake, and apparently just as feisty as their Mama.”

Kneeling in front of Nicole, Negan rests his head against her belly as he begins talking to the baby.

“Let me tell ya a bit about you’re Ma little one. She's a bona fide badass, and I'm not just saying that cause she’s hot.”

Nicole giggles at Negan’s entertaining antics as he flashes her a mischievous smirk.

“No, that ain’t it... so, let me tell ya about the first day I met her...”

Flashback

Nicole was tired of this never-ending story called the zombie apocalypse; constantly having to be on the go, never knowing a moment of peace. At this point it was either find something stable or end it all.

The night was quiet as Nicole trekked through the woods, too quiet and it was making her feel uneasy.

“This shit isn’t normal...” Nicole softly mumbles to herself the further she went.

Nearing a clearing, Nicole’s suspicions were proven correctly when hearing loud voices and crying.

Making sure to keep well hidden, Nicole watches as a tall, leather wearing man chuckled sadistically while standing over a group of kneeling people.

Surrounding them was an even larger group of heavily armed people watching the man as he ran his mouth at those that were kneeling.

By the looks of him, and the way he conducted himself it was very clear that he was their leader. So enthralled by this man Nicole was that she almost didn’t notice the two completely unrecognizable bodies at his feet.

It was obvious that those kneeling had done something unforgivable to deserve the fate that two of their companions had gotten.

“That was pretty productive...” Negan remarks to Simon as they made their way back home.

“Sure was Bossman” Simon responds.

“They won’t be giving us any trouble from now on.”

“Ya can bet ya ass they won’t” Negan chuckles.

“Put the fear of Negan in them, didn’t I?”

“Sure did Boss. Though it wouldn’t hurt to keep a close eye on them still” Simon remarks.

“They’re desperate, and desperate people are unpredictable.”

“Don’t worry too much about it” Negan shrugs his comment off.

“Rick-the-prick got no-”

Negan’s words were cut short by Simon abruptly having to hit the brakes of the truck.

“What the fuck?!” Negan grunts as he attempts to shake off the whiplash.

“Why’d ya stop?”

“There’s a woman standing in the middle of the road” Simon points out.

“What...?”

A dumbstruck Negan stares out through the windshield and lo and behold; there stood the woman.

“What do you want us to do Boss?” Simon snaps Negan out of his daze.

“Stay back, I’ll find out what her story is” Negan orders getting out the truck.

“But what if she’s with them?” Simon argues.

“I said stay back...” Negan hisses at him in warning.

“Hey there lil lady...” Negan takes careful steps toward the woman as if he was approaching a frightened animal.

“Whataya doing all alone out here?”

“Waiting for you” the woman states matter-of-factly.

“Me...?” Negan stares at her curiously.

“What’s ya name darling?”

“Nicole.”

“Well, pleased to meet ya Nicole... my names Negan. May I ask why ya waiting for me?”

Nicole reaches behind her, pulling a gun out then.

“Whoa, there lil lady!” Negan calmly responds as his men all pulled their weapons out to aim at her.

Turning the gun around in her hand, Nicole stretches it out toward him.

“I’d like to join your group.”

End  

Part 2

[hopelessloser101]

Who The Hell Are You?

Stenbrough

Well, this is my first fic on this app, (also available on wattpad) it is currently one in the morning and idek if anyone ships them ^ anymore and I dont really care if the whole stenbrough era or wtv is gone but here you go.

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮

Bill Denbrough rested at the edge of the familiar bed. The bed was stripped of its usual sky-blue sheets and soft pillows. He looked around the room at the familiar four walls and ceiling, having used to be covered in drawings and photos, but now bare and dry. He got up and sat at the desk. Whenever he came in the room, the dark oak desk would be overflowing with papers and pencils would be scattered everywhere, even after he would put them back in their proper place. He slid the desk drawer open, nothing. He didn't know what he was expecting. Bill heard a soft rustle and peered underneath the drawer. An old drawing was caught in the drawer. He pulled it out carefully. 

The paper displayed four stick figures, drawn in crayon. Each figure was labeled with the person's name: Billy, Georgie, Mom, Dad. Bill remembered the drawing, he smiled a little, a rarity, considering everything. The day Georgie went missing changed everything. Bill lost everything, but he chose to act fine in front of his friends. Whenever they asked if he was okay, he'd respond with "I'm fine," or "Yeah I'm all guh-good," Bill wore a mask every single day until he could take it off, late, every night. When the only sound that filled the house was the soft whirring of the air conditioner and his small desktop fan, Bill could take of the mask and actually feel something. Some nights after Georgie's death, his body wouldn't let him cry, which hurt even more, like he was being stabbed in the chest. He got very tired of everything, he couldn't write anymore, or draw, or do anything. Every day was a cycle. Wake up. Lay in bed. He didn't want to eat much either. Blast music. Watch TV. Eat. Lay in bed. Blast music. Sleep.

Bill lost everything the day his brother died. His friends were there for him and he loved them infinitely, but he felt guilty if he dumped his trauma on them. The losers had their own problems, and he didn't want them worried about him. Y'know when you want people to understand what's going on with you, but you don't want them to worry about you. Bill hated that feeling but he shoved his emotions down anyways. He got up and walked around the small room. Everything was packed neatly into cardboard box. Bill had managed to grab a stuffed animal before it was shoved into a box. It was a blue dinosaur that Georgie had named Terry.

Bill had won Terry for Georgie at the Derry Fair. 

"Billy! Can you pleeeeeeeeeeeeease get that for me, please," Georgie begged, jumping up and down and tugging on Bill's arm. 

"O-okay Georgie," Bill said, laughing. 

"Yay!" 

The game was ring-toss and Bill tried it twice, failing both times. Richie and Eddie ran up to them. "Billiam, my man," Richie said. 

"I'm bu-busy," 

"Busy losing?" Georgie and Richie said in sync. Georgie giggled while Richie ruffled his hair. 

"Sh-shut up," 

"Here, I got an extra," Eddie said, handing Bill a quarter. 

"Thanks, Eds," 

Bill played the game again and (surprisingly) he won. The man at the booth gave him the blue dinosaur and Bill handed it to Georgie. 

"Yay! Thanks Billy!" Georgie said, hugging the dinosaur, and then hugging Bill's torso. 

"Of course," 

Bill would never forget that day. He remembered everything from what outfit he was wearing to the number of quarters in his pocket. Regret. Regret filled his body, coursed through his veins, and stayed in his head. 

It was all my fault. 

I let him go play outside. 

I killed him. 

I killed my little brother. 

A tear slipped from his eye. 

Looking around at the room again. Everything packed away. In less than an hour, the room would be empty and then filled back up with someone else's things.

"Bill? What are you doing in Georgie's room? C'mon get out we have to donate his things," 

Bill looked up at his mother standing in the doorway. "Suh-sorry," he said as he walked past her, tears slipping from his eyes. When his mother and father finished bringing the boxes downstairs, they loaded them into the trunk. Bill watched from the top stair. His parents wanted everything that reminded them of Georgie gone. Bill didn't know what he wanted or how to handle, besides music and writing. Self-projecting. His mother had put him in therapy, sometimes that didn't help. The whole point of therapy is to talk about your feelings and problems, the one thing he couldn't do without feeling guilty or that he overshared. 

Help me.

A/N: The rest of the story will be told in Bill's perspective. 9

[zeltqz]

I felt this needed to be sent as an ask. I know it's one of the hardest things to do (writing when your motivation is weighing) but you have to try your best NOT to listen to them (those who keep asking for updates with no consideration of what it's like for the author). Pressure ain't doing nothing but motivating negativity. I know the guilt, I've been there. At the end of the day I gave what I could and the fic ended up being discontinued a month ago. I permanently quit writing because I felt it was so overwhelming and stressful despite being something I absolutely love doing, I just couldn't take knowing people waited for my updates, I was disappointing them and that disappointed me. Talk about depression. Writers depression is very real. So eventually I unpublished my wattpad fics, deleted all my Tumblr fics, and stayed a silent reader, I wrote short poems or small works here and there for my private instagram, just whenever I felt like it. I honestly thought it was permanent. Until a friend of mine started writing which sparked my interest in it again. So I restarted my blog a couple days ago. Gave thought to what it was I wanna write and how I want this blog to be different. Atm I'm barely writing, I started 3 fics last week yet they remain in my drafts untouched with no further progress. But I can honestly say the nonchalance and freedom I have is quite nice, I try to write here and again. Or even if a single sentence or dialogue comes to mind I note it down, that gave life to another sentence and another and another until I put it together and it formed about a decent paragraph.. I'M RAMBLING. I lost track of what I was supposed to say. I don't even know the main point of this story. Forgive me. But seriously, the best advice I can give is to unburden yourself before you drown. Literally. Write what you want when you can, your wips, don't delete them!! I promise you some time later you'll definitely be inspired for them again. And when u do you'll be able to literally write more for it!! I have an idea from 2 yrs ago and it's pretty decent, with some editing it could be even better. So please don't delete them 😭😭 and don't let people push you to update. You can if you can and You can't if you can't!!! I'm here if you need any help 🙏🏻 I noticed that talking about your writing with someone who reciprocates your energy can ignite a full on passionate conversation that will lead to creating quality work!! Like new ideas or even roots to go for old works.. It's a good way to keep the motivation flowing when you're running thin 🤍🤍🤍

this is honestly the sweetest piece of advice soeone ever gave me. its so detailed and relatable too because i used to be a wattpad writer back in 2021 and then ppl kept on asking for update update update and it was so stressful so I just logged out of the account and to this day i havent logged back in 😭😭

as someone who used to be a silent reader i understand the frustration of needing an update. dont get me wrong i understand. i used to feel that exact way because fics were my only source of happiness at one point in my life when everything was shitty. but now im actually writing them, i know why some writers dont want to update so fast because its so much pressure when theres 5-6 ppl in ur inbox asking for update update update

ik how hard it is to finish a story but also how desperate it can get for the readers waiting for said update. which is the reason im constantly trying to keep writing but now i feel like i just cant. im such a perfectionist i dont post anything i dont feel is my best but rn i feel like none of my works are and its making me slack a lot and i feel like if i dont stop feeling this way then i might stop writing as a whole because its making me frustrated

writing genuinely makes me happy bc i feel like its an escape from reality (which i desperately need bc i hate my life) but i cant write good enough which is making me annoyed because i need that reality escape sooooo bad

and the reason i asked yesterday which fics of mine were peoples favourites, most of them were the series that i had deleted from my page because i reread them and hated it so bad. now im rewriting it but with this lack of motivation its one of the hardest things ive had to do in a while

and i barely talk to ppl about my fics because idk i barely recieve comments about them except for PT 2 PLS. like as much as i would LOVE to write part 2 3 4 5 6 7 etc its not motivating enough since i dont have anyone motivating me to write.

ugh this is a lot i dont except anyone to read this but THANKS FOR THE ASK <3