#Chelsea I'm calling this your birthday present

[dainesanddaffodils]

so anyway ever since I made this post about show!Kipps and Lucy my hands have been itching to write more about it... 

so enjoy a fic of Kipps’ POV during the awkward party-coffee-date conversation, HERE. 

[swimmingismywholelife]

The Only Reason

Summary: Even though your relationship with Christian has been rocky, neither of you are willing to go down without a fight.

Warnings: 18+, arguments, panic attack, a lot of crying, angst but a fluffy (if you can call it that I guess) ending, SMUT, some dirty talk, soft dom!Chris, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and make sure you're not allergic to your wrap!), fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, the smut is sweet tbh

WC: 4.4K

A/N: It's my birthday but this is a present for all of you! Inspired by "The Only Reason" by 5 Seconds of Summer. My first attempt at smut which lowkey I wasn't supposed to add but it fit anyway. This is a step considering I'm openly horny on main now so you might see more in the future 👀. I literally changed it 1274045923845 times but I'm happy with the way it turned out so I hope you guys think it's good-

"Even though my dizzy head is numb

I swear my heart is never giving up.

You're the reason

The only reason."

~~~

The front door slammed shut, indicating Christian was finally home from training. You sighed, praying this would blow over quickly so you could enjoy your dinner.

The past few weeks had been incredibly frustrating for the both of you. Chelsea had been on a losing streak with hardly any goals and Christian hardly got any play time. He was in the middle of trying to negotiate some sort of deal with the club, either to transfer or give him more playing time. Although it wasn't the option he preferred, it was likely he'd be transferred somewhere else soon, and with that contract talks had to be opened. He loved Chelsea, but the club didn't seem to return that love to him. It heavily weighed on Christian's mind, slowly draining him of the love he had for the sport, sending him deeper into a depressive and angry spiral causing him lash out on everyone.

On top of that, your own stresses had started building up. Your workload had tripled due to you being short staffed. Every time you thought you were done with a project, a modification was added or a brand new one was added to your list of things to do. You were working overtime almost every single day and you were close to ripping your hair out.

Between your work and Christian's training, you'd hardly seen each other over the past few months. He'd been extra short with you recently, something that was pretty unusual for Christian. You were typically the one who struggled to keep your anger in check, but these days it seemed your boyfriend could give you a run for your money. Most days you spent sleeping away from each other as opposed to being cuddled in each others arms. During the very brief moments you did end up spending time together, more often than not it resulted in some kind of an argument.

You both agreed earlier that morning that you were in desperate need of some kind of date night to ease your minds and to spend time together. You decided that a simple dinner would be sufficient enough. It was something small, you wouldn't have to go anywhere, and it was always one of your favorite date ideas since you'd gotten together. You were excited to finally spend time with your boyfriend even if it wasn't anything fancy.

But you knew by the way Christian slammed the door that he thought otherwise. He angrily threw his training bag to the side, grumbling to himself.

"Chris, it doesn't do you any good to pace angrily around the house," you sighed. "At least come eat and try to take your mind off things."

It seemed you only made him angrier.

"God, what don't you get?!" he snapped back. "Fucking food isn't gonna help the situation. Our team is shit, this situation is shit, everything is shit!"

You stood up from your place at the table, upset with Christian for yelling at you when you just wanted to help.

"I understand you're frustrated with everything, but don't take it out on me!" you yelled back. "All I'm trying to do is help you. I'm not a fucking emotional punching bag for you to take your shit out on Christian!"

He slammed his hands on the table, the sound echoing throughout the entire house. It startled you. Christian wasn't one to express his anger through violence like this.

"Why do I even keep fucking trying with you?! All you do is nag and nag and nag! You keep 'trying to help' but you're not!" he screamed back. "All you do is get in my face of 'oh Christian do this,' 'oh Christian try and do that.' Get out of my face for once I'm fucking tired of it!"

You were stunned. Your heart with each word Christian spat out at you. You loved him, but you knew you didn't deserve what he'd been giving you for the past few months.

"Fine. I'll 'get out of your face,'" you said calmly.

"Actually you know what? I'll do it myself. Being in here suffocates me," he said venomously, grabbing his keys and storming out the house.

You moved into the bedroom the two of you shared. What once felt like home to you felt like a prison suffocating you the longer you stood in it. And you just fell to your knees and cried.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment where it all started going wrong. You and Christian weren't perfect of course, but you just worked. You understood each other like no one else. You'd experienced things together that you'd never had with other people. You hadn't grown up with Christian in the past, but that didn't matter. He was your present and was going to be your future.

But that was then. Somewhere along the way, things changed. Nowadays he barely made time for you. He was gone before you woke up and you were asleep before he came home. Date nights were nonexistent, special occasions stopped being special. You couldn't keep begging for his attention, wondering if this time would be enough to keep it.

You didn't want things to end. That was absolutely the last thing you wanted to do. You loved Christian with everything you had. But you were the only one trying and you both knew that. Somewhere Christian just fell out of love with you while you were desperately trying to grasp onto something. But it was no use. He was gone a long time ago.

Christian was in the middle of figuring out the trajectory of his career, unsure if he was to wait out his contract with Chelsea for the next season or leave for a club that truly appreciated him. And pretty soon, he would be flying back to the States for international break. The last thing you wanted to do was add onto the stress Christian was feeling.

But how long would you have to keep sacrificing your own happiness for the sake of his?

Christian didn't come home that night, nor the night after that, nor the night after that. Not that you really expected him to. He hadn't been home all that much anyway, and even while he was there physically, he wasn't there. So sleeping alone in your bed wasn't that much of a foreign feeling anymore anyway. And the longer he was away, the foggier your mind became. The answer was right there in front of you. This was Christian blatantly telling you how he felt about your relationship. Right?

It wasn't until about a week later that Christian had contacted you, letting you know he'd be coming back that night. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.

The door opened, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You could hear the clattering of the keys being placed on the table and footsteps heading up the stairs.

The lights flickered in your bedroom. Your eyes met his, startling him.

"Oh hey, I didn't realize you'd still be up," Christian said surprised, removing his jacket and placing it on a chair.

"We need to talk Christian," you said, trying to prevent your voice from wavering.

"We'll talk in the morning, Y/N. It's kind of late and I don't want another fight right now," he responded.

"I'm serious Christian," you answered, feeling your heart breaking already. "And I don't think this can wait until morning."

"Why do you keep using my full name?" Christian asked uncomfortably. "You only use it like this when something's really wrong."

You didn't answer. Instead you got up from your place on the bed and hugged his waist, completely breaking down. You felt like you couldn't breathe through all the tears and the pain you felt. Your body gave out as you fell to the ground, taking Christian with you.

For a second time that night, Christian was surprised. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head.

"Hey, hey, baby what's wrong? What's going on?" he asked.

You couldn't get the words out. You only cried harder as he led you back to your bed. You took in this moment with him, not knowing if this was the last night you would sharing with him. You tried to memorize the scent of his favorite cologne, how perfectly you fit into his arms, the way his kisses felt. You wanted to remember how safe you felt with Christian and how your heart longed for him to come home to you.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay. I'm right here. I won't ever let anything hurt you," he said, trying to soothe you.

Little did he realize he was the reason you were hurting so much.

You held Christian close to you as the weight of your decision started to kick in. You wanted nothing more in this world than to be with Christian. He meant everything to you. You wanted it all with him. You wanted to marry him one day, carry his children, grow old together. You wanted to wear his last name to every game he played, to support him as he reached all his dreams. You could have nothing but Christian and you would be perfectly content.

Your mother had told you growing up that every scenario that came your way had three answers: yes, no, or wait. And you so desperately wanted to believe Christian was your sign that being patient was worth it. That waiting would be worth it. That one day it would bring you the happiness you craved and you deserved.

But how long were you supposed to wait? How long had you waited for him to fulfill his promises? How long had you been patient with him? How long had you stayed loyal every time he'd taken his anger out on you? How long had you been contemplating if you were worth saving? Was this just patience or were you holding onto something that you should've let go of a long time ago?

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier baby," he said, stroking your hair trying to soothe you. "I didn't mean it. I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."

You couldn't get words out. You needed just one last night to call yourself his before you could make your final decision.

"Just hold me please," you sobbed out, gripping his body as hard as you could.

"I'll do whatever you need baby. I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

Christian was scared. He didn't fully understand what was going on or why you were crying the way you were. But he knew something was off and something was wrong. So he just held you as you let out all the emotions you'd been feeling for weeks.

Christian knew it was more serious than he initially thought when you kept crying for over an hour. He didn't realize how absent he'd been from your life until then. How long had you been feeling such emotional turmoil? What else had he missed? Why were you crying this hard for so long?

Truthfully, he was afraid to find out. As shitty of a boyfriend he'd been over the past few weeks, Christian loved you with every fiber of his being. The last thing he wanted to do was lose you, the relationship you'd built up for years together.

But he knew the likelihood of a break up was probably looming in your mind. Was this it? Was this a sign that something was coming to an end? He didn't want to know. He knew you two needed to talk, especially after the way he walked out. But he was afraid of the outcome.

So he just held you close to him, praying this wouldn't be the last time he got to feel you like this. He took in your scent, trying to memorize the way you felt in his arms. He left kisses on your forehead, shoulders, and cheeks, wiping the tears away as he went.

You eventually calmed down, your grip on Christian never loosening.

"Christian I-" you gasped out.

"It's okay baby, take your time. You don't have to rush anything you don't want to," he whispered gently, kissing your forehead again.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about," he said. "If anything, I should be the one who's sorry. I've been such a horrible boyfriend. I shouldn't have said what I said, I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Christian…" you trailed.

"Shh, it's okay baby. It's okay. We don't have to talk about this right now. We can talk about this in the morning. Just let me hold you right now. Everything is going to be okay," he said softly.

"Chris I'm scared," you whispered.

His heart broke a little knowing you were scared of what morning would entail.

"I'm scared too baby. I'm so fucking scared," he admitted. "But we'll talk about this when it comes okay? Just be here with me now. Nothing else is going to hurt you tonight I promise."

The two of you were laying on your side facing each other. Your head was tucked into his chest, tears flowing every so often. Christian never once let go, not even when his arms started going numb. You were afraid to close your eyes, scared that Christian would be gone the moment you opened them.

Your body stopped shaking and you eventually stopped crying during the early morning hours. You were quiet. And if he didn't know you well, Christian would've believed you were asleep.

But he knew better. He knew that you couldn't sleep because neither could he. Just two souls barely hanging on by a thread not knowing how to fix it.

Did you want to fix things? Or were things so far gone there was nothing you could do anymore? Was this still worth it? Was a future still possible? Would love be enough to save this?

You were set on breaking up with him the night before. You were so sure that's what you wanted. But under the moonlight that peaked through your window, you didn't know what to do anymore. Your head was dizzy with thoughts and you couldn't think clearly anymore.

"Christian?" you called out quietly.

"Yeah?"

"What are we doing?"

His body tensed at the question. He was quiet at first, not wanting to say the wrong thing. He knew this was it. His answer would either make or break your relationship.

"I don't know baby," he answered honestly.

You nestled your head further into his chest.

"I don't want to keep doing this. Guessing if you still want us. You're either in or you're out Chris. I don't want to keep playing your games."

Christian had to stop himself from letting out a sob and took a deep breath. You didn't trust him or his words anymore. And realizing that absolutely broke his heart.

"Can you look at me Y/N?" he asked.

You hesitated for a moment before lifting your head. Christian cupped your cheek with his hand, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. He rested his forehead on yours.

"You don't have to say anything okay? Just hear me out. I know I've been a shitty boyfriend. I know I haven't been there for you. I haven't treated you well. I've lashed out on you when you've done nothing but love and support me. Through all the shit the world's thrown at me this season, you've been everything I need and more. And I haven't appreciated that. And you deserve so much more than what I've been giving you."

Christian stopped for a moment, taking the opportunity to look at you. How could he have hurt you so bad? How could he let everything slip between his fingers?

"I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I'm sorry that you've lost trust in my words. You always tell me that my words, my actions, and my intentions need to line up and they haven't been and I'm so sorry for that. I'm sorry I've broken so many promises. And most of all, I'm sorry that you're hurting and I'm the cause of it when I told you I'd never let anyone hurt you. I failed to see what was right in front of me and I've taken you for granted and I'm so sorry."

A tear fell from your eye, quickly caught by Christian's thumb.

"I don't deserve you. I really don't. You know that and I know that better than anyone."

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead further into yours.

"But please don't give up on us. I know you can't trust my words right now, but I swear to you I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I can't let you go. Not now and not ever. No more games. No more confusion. No more trying to guess where my head and where my heart stand with you. Right here, right now, forever and always I'm with you. My head is with you. My heart is with you. All of me is with you. And I promise I'll prove it every day for as long as I live. So please. Give me one last chance to be with you."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what you wanted anymore. How could you trust him? He was saying all the right words, but did he really mean it? Were they more empty words?

Yes, no, or wait. Just like your mother said. But you'd waited so long that it seemed almost futile. Had you been wasting your time? Or was this what you were meant to do?

And though your head was fighting with itself, dizzy and numb from the constant questions running around, you knew where your heart lied. So you did the only thing you felt could portray how you felt enough to give him and answer.

You lifted your chin and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his neck. His grip on your cheek was firm, bringing you as close as you could physically get. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from either of your faces, but none of that mattered. What mattered was here and now.

Yes, no, or wait. And you finally got your answer.

He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breathe. And truthfully, he needed you to breathe.

You pulled back ever so slightly, just enough for you to be able to talk.

"You get one chance at this Chris. Only one," you said breathlessly. "Don't waste it."

His lips were back on yours in response, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan as he pushed you onto your back, settling himself in between your legs. He pulled back keeping his forehead to yours breathing heavily.

"I love you Y/N. I love you so much you don't even know," he said. "I won't waste it. Not ever again."

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to your lips, needing to feel him closer. Your hands traveled underneath his shirt, nails scratching his skin lightly as they roamed his chest.

Christian pulled back from you for a moment to rip his shirt off before attaching his lips back to yours, giving you more access to him. You couldn't keep your hands off each other, your legs wrapping around his hips to bring you even closer to him.

"Chris," you whispered. "I need-"

"I know baby," he answered. "I know. Let me take care of you."

You whimpered beneath him as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of marks as he gave you sloppy but gentle kisses. He bit down on the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Does that feel good baby?" he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine that resonated throughout your whole body.

"God yes Chris it feels so good please," you begged beneath him.

His hands grabbed the bottom of your shirt, bringing it over your head and pressing his chest against yours as he kissed your lips gently.

"So fucking beautiful. And all mine," he said to himself.

His lips returned to your neck, this time the trail leading to your breasts. You gasped as you felt his tongue along your nipple, pressing yourself further into his mouth. You only squirmed more as he moved to your other side, your fingers tangled in his hair tugging lightly. He kissed down your torso until he reached the band of your shorts.

"May I?" he asked softly.

You nodded your head frantically.

"Words baby." His fingers hooked into them, toying with the fabric. "You know the drill. I can't give you what you want unless you tell me."

"Yes please," you whined, wiggling your hips in the hopes of getting the clothing off you faster.

"Please what Y/N?"

"Please take them off Chris please. I wanna feel you on my pussy please, please, please."

"Good girl."

He slowly slid your shorts down, taking a little too long for your liking. He kissed down your stomach, loving how you were falling apart beneath him.

His fingers rubbed over the dark spot of your underwear. You gasped, hands grabbing the sheets tightly. He moved his fingers almost in a trance watching as the patch grew darker and larger.

"You're so fucking wet baby. You like it when I touch you like this?" he chuckled.

"Yes I love feeling you play with my pussy!" you moaned, grinding your hips against his fingers.

Christian pulled your underwear to the side. You shivered in anticipation as you felt Christian's breath on your lips.

"Can I taste you?" he asked, running his fingers through your folds.

"God yes! Please let me feel your tongue," you begged, lacing your fingers through his hair to bring him closer.

"As you wish princess."

Your back arched the moment his tongue made contact with you. He licked from the bottom all the way to your clit, lightly sucking on it. You moaned tugging at his curls. The louder you moaned, the faster he went alternating between licking and sucking. Your thighs closed around his head as you pushed him closer to you.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you were surprised when Christian inserted two of his fingers into your folds. You moaned even louder at the intrusion.

"God Christian more please. Please I need more!"

You were begging, but you didn't even know what you were begging for. You just wanted him to keep going.

Christian was enjoying every second of this. He loved watching you fall apart beneath him.

"You need more baby? So greedy. My tongue sucking on your clit and my fingers deep inside your pussy. What else could you want?" he teased, picking up the speed as he fucked you with his fingers.

You couldn't form any proper sentences anymore. Incoherent noises left your mouth as your body started shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Damn baby you're shaking. Are you close already? I've barely even done anything," he mused, inserting a third finger and fucking you even faster.

"God I'm so fucking close please let me cum! Please please please I need to cum please Christian please!" you all but screamed.

"Shh, it's okay. You can cum baby. Let it go for me," he said softly.

Your vision went blank as you came, your hands grasping at Christian's curls to anchor you to reality. Your legs shook violently as Christian continued coaxing your climax out of you, only slowing down as your body started spasming with overstimulation.

"Christian I need more," you whined, gasping for air.

"I know baby, I know. I'll take good care of you," he said. "I'm right here okay?"

Christian kissed your lips gently, making your heart flutter. He softly caressed your face admiring how you glowed under the moonlight. You melted under his gaze holding him close to you.

"You okay?" he asked.

You nodded, giving him the go ahead. He moved back just enough to remove his bottoms before taking his place between your legs again. He placed both of his hands gently on your cheeks, resting his forehead against yours. He looked deep into your eyes as his thrusted his hips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as he picked up the speed, grinding slow but deep.

"I love you Christian," you moaned breathlessly.

"I love you Y/N," he responded. "I love you so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. And I'll spend the rest of my life proving my worth to you."

The room was quiet except for the skin slapping against each other and the soft gasps you let out. You grabbed Christian's neck, bringing him as close as you possibly could. You needed him in every sense of the word, wanting to feel every inch of his skin on yours. He was yours and you were his. Your bodies intertwined in the same way your souls had all those years ago and that was all you really needed.

"Chris I need-" you were cut off with a particularly deep thrust making you moan, tugging at the curls on the nape of Christian's neck.

"I'm close too baby. Cum with me. Become one with me Y/N."

You had one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had in your life. Your chest pressed into his as his cum filled you up, clenching your pussy around him. You held each other tightly, afraid to lose one another as space came between you.

The both of you laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of being so intimate. You gasped into each others mouths as your heartrates began to slow down ever so slightly.

"God you're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Christian said in awe of you.

You flushed beneath him becoming shy.

"Babe you just came all over my dick. You really shouldn't be that shy," he said cheekily. You scoffed and hit his chest slightly.

"You're actually ridiculous," you said lovingly, pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss.

He pecked you once more before pulling out of you. He got up, grabbing a towel and gently cleaning your body. He left kisses as he went, worshipping your body. Once he was done, he laid on his back bringing your head onto his chest. He kissed the top of your head as you tucked yourself beneath his arm.

"Are we okay Christian?" you asked meekly.

"Yeah baby. We're okay. We're gonna be okay."

Taglist: @pulisicsgirl @chelseagirl98 @thoseboysinblue @neverinadream @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @masonspulisic @notsoattractivearenti @lovelynikol16 @bracedes @mortirolo @nyctophilic0vitnir

[anna-hawk]

Happy Birthday, Chelsea!

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Fandom: Daredevil Rating: T (just birthday fluff)

For @chelseasdagger 🧡

My sweet Chelsea, I'm dedicating my very first Matt x Reader ficlet to you. Thank you for your kindness, gentleness and huge heart. Getting to know you has been simply incredible. I know that you sometimes have a hard time with your emotions, but they're the ones that make you as special as you are. Your empathy and sweet nature are beautiful to watch, and I'm forever touched by your thoughtfulness.

You shine brighter than any fireworks on the 4th of July!

🎂 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART 🥳

“Hey, you're okay?”

You jumped a bit at the sound of your best friend's voice coming from just next to you.

“What? Yeah, sure, of course,” you grinned at her, although by the slightly dubious look she gave you, you didn't manage to fool her entirely. “Just… Y'know… long day.”

Your friend nodded with an understanding sigh. Being born on July 4th was always sure to make your birthday celebrations more… complicated to organize. Not like you minded, really. As long as you had your closest friends and, or family around, you didn't care when exactly you celebrated. The party your friend had thrown for you was amazing, too, but something was missing. Well… Someone was missing.

Taking the glass your friend was handing you, you smiled gratefully and stared over the railing of the rooftop terrace the party was taking place on. She'd gone all out to make the night special for you by selecting this place, the decorations, and food. The view was incredible as you would be able to easily see the fireworks when they'd be starting in a few minutes, but right now, you just took in the twinkling lights of the city below you as you drank.

“There we go,” another of your friends suddenly called out as he pointed to the sky where the first firework exploded into beautiful sparks of color.

The rest of the small party assembled at the railing to watch the show, and you soon found yourself smiling and laughing with everyone as they pointed out this or that detail.

Several minutes in, something caught your attention in your peripherals. Your head turned to the source, but there was nothing there. Frowning, you shook your head and returned your attention to the fireworks.

Once it was over, you all slowly began returning to the bar and food tables, chatting and laughing. You looked back to the railing briefly, but then joined your friends for some well-deserved birthday cake, making a show of blowing out the candles.

A good two hours later, most people had started to head home, giving you a last hug and birthday wishes, leaving only your best friend by the end.

“I'll just hit the restroom before I get the keys, so we can close up and go home,” she announced, while you were packing your presents into different bags.

“'kay.” You nodded and walked to the railing, remembering that you'd left a present on one of the tables there.

You jumped about a foot in the air and yelped in surprise when a dark figure suddenly landed right next to you from the small overhang of the rooftop.

“Sorry,” a low voice said sheepishly, making you utter a loud breath of relief when you recognized the form and voice.

“Oh my Gosh, Matt!”

Your heart began racing for entirely different reasons as soon as you saw Matt's soft smile while he uncovered the top of his face that had been hidden behind a dark scarf. Your face moved into a happy smile at the sight of his brown eyes and apologetic expression.

“Wish I could've been here sooner, but-”

“It's fine, Matt. You know it is. What you do is more important than a stupid birthday party.”

Matt's mouth twisted unhappily before he sighed exasperatedly. He cupped your face and put his forehead to yours, making your bodies align properly and letting you get a whiff of him. Your whole body went lax at his touch and scent, your eyes falling closed as your arms loosely circled his waist.

“You're important to me,” he whispered fiercely, making your smile wobbly with emotions and unable to speak.

It didn't matter, since Matt tilted your head until his lips pressed over yours for a long kiss.

“Happy birthday, Love.”

[chelseasdagger]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANNAH MONTANAAAAAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOuuuUuuUUUuuuuuUUuUuU 🩷🩷🩷🩷

HIP HIP 🎉🎉 HURRRRAAAAYYY 🎉🎉

GOD I don't even know where to start. I know this is early but GUESS WHAT. I don't CARE bc it's the 4TH HERE🥳🥂. WHICH MEANS IT'S CHELSEA'S FKN BIRTHDAY BITCHES (and I just really wanted to be first. Suck it, Chelle🥰)

You are the actual love of my life. Not sure where I would be without your consistent support over the last 12 months. 🥺💕 My ride or die. You have such a pretty heart - that I'm pretty certain is full of 💖pink sparkly glitter💖 at this point - and i'm so honoured to call you my friend. So yes, unfortunately for you, this does mean ur stuck with me, even if you make fun of me for the way I say my Rs (I'm sorry that u feel this way</3) 🍅

I hope you have the most beautiful day today! You deserve the world, you psycho! In honour of your birthday, your present is me not teasing you about ur typos for (6 six) hours😇💫

Love you 4eva

CHLOEEEEEE 😭😭😭

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!

the fact that you’re the first to celebrate is so cute but also like just come over and visit me so we can FINALLY be in the same time zone HELLO?!

i’m literally SO happy i get to call such a wonderful and beautiful person like you my friend 🥺🥺🥺 literally sisters at this point with the fucking TRAUMA BOND for life CJSKFKSKS (the heart comment literally made me melt 🥺)

i get SIX (6) whole hours (you’re so wrong for that CJSKDKSK) of peace thank GOD!! no but seriously baby i’m so glad you’re someone close and those photos but the middle one was an ATTACK!!! CKSKDKSK

i love you baby!! forever and always!! <3 thank youuuu 🥰

[babygirlbenji]

Our Photographer's Birthday - Ben Chilwell

A/N: everybody shake ur asses it's my birthday today :) i wrote this in about 20 minutes and just wrote the ending today so i'm sorry if it's rushed ... this is also about 90% england team and 10% chilly LOL anyway let's go

Birthdays were always important to you. No matter who the person was, if someone in your life was celebrating their special day, you’d always be the one to make sure they had a present and a card to open.

It was a different story for your birthday, however. You didn’t like being the centre of attention, you didn’t like loud parties and above all, you hated being the one everyone was singing ‘happy birthday’ to, as it always made you feel awkward. You just didn’t know where to look or what to do, so you just smiled awkwardly and blew out your candles once people had finished.

This year, though, you were looking forward to your birthday. It was your first birthday with the England team working as their photographer, and you had a feeling the guys were going to do something for it. You wholly expected a prank, if nothing else, but still, you were excited.

The morning of your birthday rolled around; a chilly November morning that was surprisingly vaguely sunny, in contrast to the drab, dreary weather you’d all been used to for the past few weeks.

You showered and changed into your England staff gear, along with a bobble hat with the Three Lions crest on it to keep your head warm, and made sure your cameras had charge, you had plenty of memory cards tucked away in your camera bag, and left your room to join the boys down at breakfast.

The boys were all in the big cafeteria, eating various kinds of breakfast; some had cereal, some had yoghurt and fruit, others had gone for a hearty fry up. Expecting a big welcome and birthday cheer, you smiled at all of them when they looked up at you, but you received nothing. Nobody cheered, nobody came and hugged you, nobody so much as called a happy birthday to you as you passed. Not even your Chelsea boys, Ben, Mason and Reece, or your other London boys, Declan, Dele and Winksy, wished you a happy birthday.

Feeling slightly disgruntled, you sat down at the staff table, sitting next to Debbie, the HR manager, and Steven, your fellow photographer.

‘Alright, Y/N?’ Steven asked. You shrugged.

‘Yeah not bad. Who’s doing what today?’ Your question referred to whether you would be taking photos of the training ground or the gym.

‘You’re at the training ground, I’ll take the gym. It’s chilly out there, so take gloves with you.’ You nodded in confirmation. Shit, not even a birthday wish from Southgate, your boss? Who’d taken you on as a university graduate with barely enough experience? Who showed belief beyond comprehension with you?

Fighting back frustrated tears as you finished your breakfast of a measly fruit salad and orange juice, you picked up your camera and followed the boys out to the training ground.

‘Oh Y/N, by the way,’ Gareth called to your retreating back.

‘Yes?’ You asked, hoping for a birthday wish from him, at least.

‘I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you to stay behind today, Steven’s computer has broken and he has to take it in to be serviced, so you’re going to have to edit all the photos yourself.’ Your heart shattered, and you continued to fight back tears as you gave him a weak thumbs up.

‘Great, thank you for letting me know.’ That was your plan of celebrating with your friends in tatters.

*

The more your day dragged on, the more you wished you never showed up to work in the first place. Your ageing camera was struggling with the low light towards the end of the day, Phil accidentally kicked a ball so close past your head you had to duck to avoid it, and to top it off, you were so busy you forgot to have lunch.

Finally, the clock struck 5:30pm, meaning you could clock off and trudge back inside. You were aching for a shower and to mooch in bed watching Friends reruns, but you knew you were going to have to sit in a stuffy office for hours on end as you sorted and edited photos to send to the social media team.

At 6:45, there was a knock on your door.

‘Come in,’ you called as you took a swig of your coffee that was now slightly lukewarm. Hendo sauntered in.

‘We’re playing a game of basketball in the foyer, gaffer asked if you would come take some more photos and videos for us,’ he asked, resting his arms on your desk. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh. You had a soft spot for Hendo, he was one of your favourites, but at this moment, you wanted to kick him out of your office. ‘Pleeeeease, Y/N? We’ll be forever grateful.’ You rolled your eyes.

‘Fine, I’ll be there in a minute.’ Shouldering your camera bag once again, you followed Hendo out and towards the foyer.

Upon reaching the huge room, you were confused. It was usually brightly lit, full of rambunctious guys kicking a ball about or playing FIFA or basketball.

This time, though, it was silent. There were no lights, no rambunctious men and no balls to speak of.

That was, until someone switched the lights on.

Your ears were deafened by 30 people cheering ‘happy birthday, Y/N!’, poppers going off and streamers set off around you. Your shocked face made everyone around you smile even more, Mason and Ben simultaneously running up and hugging you. They both laughed in your ears.

‘As if we could ever forget your birthday, gorgeous!’ Ben giggled next to you. Him and Mason were definitely your closest friends in the team, and you had to admit that there were unresolved feelings between you and Ben. Your eyes met with Ben’s, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then and there.

Your thoughts were distracted, however, by Stonesy giving you a big rectangular-shaped gift, wrapped in blue and white wrapping paper.

‘I couldn’t find proper Three Lions wrapping paper, so I hope this suffices. Just a little something from all of us.’ You tore open the paper, and upon seeing what was inside, your eyes stung, this time with delighted tears.

A brand new Nikon D750, a camera you’d been dying to have for ages but hadn’t had the money to purchase, was in a huge box, alongside a framed photograph of you with the team after the Euros. Underneath the photo was the engraving ‘To Y/N Y/L/N - the best photographer in England! Happy birthday from the Three Lions!’. The frame had signatures from all the team around it, making it even more special. You bit back a sob, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of 30 people.

‘Guys, this is… this is too much, thank you, really. I can’t believe it.’ Gareth holds a tissue out for you, making you all laugh. ‘I really thought you’d all forgotten about it, when I walked in today I thought I’d got the wrong day.’ Tyrone’s booming laugh echoed around the hall as everyone else joined in.

‘We’d never forget our favourite photographer’s birthday,’ Stonesy said earnestly, joining Ben and Mason in giving you a hug.

‘You guys are the best, thank you so much, honestly.’ You turned to Gareth. ‘Are you still wanting me to edit all those photos myself, by any chance?’ He laughed at your remark.

‘No, Y/N, you’ll be pleased to know Steve’s laptop is not broken, it was just a ploy to get you to stay behind so Hendo could go and get you.’ You shook your head in disbelief.

‘It’s a good thing you guys are this strategic on the field as well!’ The rest of the evening was spent with your favourite people on the planet, eating cake and partying together. Music blared out from speakers and you played FIFA with the boys (and you had a feeling they let you win every time, but it still made your day).

At 8:00, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Having done your business and washed your hands, you checked your phone to see a flurry of messages, Instagram story mentions and Facebook posts on your timeline.

@benchilwell: Happy birthday to my favourite photographer! 🥰

@masonmount: Wishing our girl a very happy 23rd birthday, hope you enjoyed spending it with us lot 😉❤️

@tyronemings: As if we’d forget your birthday!!! Hope you had a great evening with your boys, we love you ❤️

There were a multitude of other mentions, but Ben’s made you blush the most. He’d attached a photo of the two of you hugging after the Denmark win, your faces alight with grins as he spun you around, taking care not to break your camera. You remembered that day well; it was the day you realised you had feelings for him. You added his mention to your story, typing:

@y/ig/n: What a day this was!! Thank you to my favourite footballer (sorry, Mase) 😌

You made a mental note to thank all the boys in person later, and you went back out to the party. Most of the boys had left, presumably to go and shower and relax. Only Mason, Ben and Winksy remained. They had their backs to you, so they didn’t see you coming, and you paused to hear their conversation.

‘Bro just ask her, she clearly likes you too,’ Winksy was saying. ‘Look, your story was the only one she reposted, if that isn’t a sign, I dunno what is.’ Mason nodded in agreement.

‘She even said you’re her favourite footballer, come on mate, think. She’s attractive, she’s got a good future, she’s driven, she’s humble, she’s perfect for you.’ You cleared your through.

‘You wouldn’t happen to be talking about anyone, would you, Money Mase?’ All three of the guys spun around upon hearing your voice, making you giggle. Mason and Winksy exchanged delighted glances before starting to walk towards the residential part of the building.

‘We’ll be in the games room if you want us, Benjamin,’ Mason said, as he and Harry ran away, both giggling like schoolgirls.

You walked up to Ben, whose cheeks and ears were painted with a light dusting of red as he turned to you.

‘They weren’t talking about me, were they?’ Your question prompted him to chuckle softly, ears turning even redder.

‘Nah, they were. Talking about you, I mean.’ He rubbed his nose, avoiding your eyes.

‘Ah, I see. Anything else I should know?’ You stepped closer to him. He smiled at the suggestiveness of your question. He reached out and rubbed your forearms with his hands.

‘You should also know that I really like you, and want to take you out for dinner.’ You tilted your head in fake consideration, making him laugh again, before nodding.

‘I would like that a lot, Benji.’ His smile was blinding as he leant down to gently kiss your forehead.

‘I’ll pick you up at 7 on Friday?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

[catherinequeenie-benstridge]

-Your Royal Highness, ¿could I take your coat please?-She did so, thanking him. The young boy gave it to another one and he took her to the living room.-They are all waiting for you, ma'am.-He said as they arrived the boy lowered his head.-Have a very happy birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY - Lunch

Soooo here it's the second part. It took me a while due to some personal problems and inspiration but here it is and hope you like it!!! Let's see whay the 'girls' have given Kate as her birthday presents 😏

ENJOY 💙👑

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Kate arrived at the restaurant, her mother had picked it up, a very private and small one where they could book a small living room for them at the London outskirts. The Duchess arrived there, parking the car on the car park, spotting her sister's, Eugene's, Camilla's and Sophie’s. Once out of the car, she gave some final touches to her hair, looking at her spotted blue dress. Although it was sunny and she was wearing long sleeves, she grabbed her coat and headed to the entrance where a waiter was already waiting for her.

-Thank you.

The brunette stepped inside, finding everything decorated with balloons and ribbons, as well as some big letters spelling ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY.’. She laughed and all the women turned to her, almost yelling with excitement.

-Catherine, happy birthday my love.-Her mother have her two kisses and a big hug.

-Thank you mom.-Her sister Pippa almost jumped on her, giving her a big and tight hug.

-HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUEAK!

-Pipps, don't call me that.-She said slightly awkwardly embarrassed. Meghan was the next one. Kate placed a hand on her belly and smiled.

-Happy birthday from the both of us.-Said the american as they hugged.

-Happy b-day cousin!-the two York sisters said at the same time and kissing her at every cheek. Sophie did the same.

-Let's see when we can come so the kids can play.-They agreed and the brunette felt a hand in her back. When her head turned she found Zara giving her a kiss on the cheek.

-Happy birthday, Kate!

-God I didn't even noticed you!-She smiled and asked her about little Lena, Zara told her Autumn had a problem at work but would try to get there after lunch. The last woman approached taking her hands and giving her a little peak on the cheek.

-Happy birthday my dear.

-Thank you Camilla.-She gave her stepmother-in-law big smile before sitting at the table to start eating.

They all started a small conversation with one another. Sharing some laughs until her mother started telling an embarrassing story from when she was little, although she ended up nearly crying.

-But one day they grow up and marry their prince…-Camilla placed her hand on Carole's shoulder.

-Tell me about it.-They both laughed.-I've only had two but you have three.-All the women laughed. Once the desserts arrived, Pippa stood up clapping her hands.

-Well it's presents time!

-But, I thought…

-We know you said no gifts but, you know us.-Zara, sitting next to her, took her hand. At that moment Autumn appeared heavily breathing.

-HI! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATE!-The blonde gave her a hug and a kiss.-I hope I'm in time for the presents…-She said looking at Pippa.

-We were about to do it. Don't worry, Zara already placed your in the bag.

-Bag?-Kate looked at all the smiling women.

-Yes. We have all of them in a big a bag and you have to guess who are they from.-She took a big black bag from under the table and placed it in front of her. A little shy, put the hand inside and took out the first one.

-God I'm very bad at this.-She started unwrapping the square shaped gift. It was a frame with a picture of Savannah, Isla, Mia, Leña, George and Charlotte all together.

-Autumn? or Zara! I mean!-She laughed at both of them.

-It's mine, yes.-Autumn confessed.-It's the picture you take in July at the Polo match.

-Aw I love it!

The next one was from Meghan, Bluetooth headphones for when she wanted to go running in Kensington. Sophie gave her a beautiful jumper from a designer she really liked a year ago when they both organized the fashion engagement. Beatrice's gift was a weekend in a spa in Wales, a present that went together with Eugene's gift, a white long dressing gown, quite see through, with her own name on it.

-To wear it…when you go alone, with William to the spa.-The youngest York blinked an eye. Kate's cheeks went bright red.

-I remember when I use to wear those.

-Yes, me too…it drove them mad.

All the women looked at Carole and Camilla who were nodding at each other.

-MOM!-Pippa screamed.

-Oh god,we want those stories for the next reunion.-Autumn said and all the women laughed in agreement.

The next present was Pippa's: an album with all their memories together. From when they were little to when they lived together in Chelsea to nowadays. She nearly cried at the memories and couldn't help but to hug her little sister. Zara's was the following one. She gave her a bool she had been talking about for the last months and a little package.

-Oh this… this you should open it at home. Privately. By yourself.-Zara goofed around, a little embarrassed.

-No, open it now!-Beatrice insisted and Sophie clapped next to her, excited.

-But…-

-Oh come on! If it's for us, we've seen everything there is to see.-Camilla shook her head encouraging Kate to open it.

-And we know everything there is to know.-Carole nodded in agreement.

-Okay…-Catherine started unwrapping the little box and Zara looked away at the others. Suddenly, all the women gasped at once.

-Oh my….-Sophie was the first one to talk.

-It that…?-Meghan started asking.

-Yes, yes, yes it is. Yes.-Eugenie nodded. Pippa covered her mouth with a hand.

-It's a… It’s, you know… A bullet vibrator…-Zara tried to explain. Kate started laughing and everyone looked at her.

-I absolutely love it! I've never had one of this before and I've always heard wonderful things about them!-The Duchess gave her cousin-in-law a kiss.

-Oh my goodness...but that's very… that's very small…-Camilla looked at the object and then at Carole.

-’Cause it’s for the outside, Camilla.-Autumn tried to explain.

-Nowadays they've already come up with everything.-Carole laughed at the oldest duchess.

-You don't even need a man anymore!-The blonde duchess madre everyone laugh.

Once the present was explained as well as put away, Kate knew there were two more people to go: Camilla and her mother. She put the hand inside the bag, expecting to feel two more gifts but she only felt one box. The duchess looked at them both with a question in her head.

-Yes.-Her mother said.-Open it.

Kate's confusion was obvious for all the women while she unwrapped the present. It was a beautiful white box, when she open it she found a gold necklace with three little medallions. The first one had a little C with an acorn on the top, the second one was her own royal monogram and the third one was Camilla's royal monogram. Kate felt like she was about to cry when she looked at the two women in front of her.

-Like I gave you the bracelet with our royal monograms for your wedding. I talked to you mother about making a necklace with our three C's.-Camilla explained.

-Carole, Catherine and Camilla. When Charlotte have a royal monogram we can add hers as well.

Kate couldn't say anything but to stand up and hug them both, thanking them for everything. All the other women looked at the scene with warmth in their hearts.

-Meg, are you going to cry?-Eugenie looked at the american who was holding a tissue.

-It's the hormones.-The duchess of sussex sobbed, wich made all them laugh.

After some more chatting and coffee, they all said goodbye. Kate thank all of them to come as well as for the presents and took her car back to kensington. The kids would be at home and she still had a dinner to prepare, with all her closest family attending, and without a clue of the big surprise William had prepared for her.

To be continue...

[marshaeb]

P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

Chapter Seven

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After all that had just transpired, I was expecting Mom to blow up on me as soon as we stepped through the door, but her behavior was quite different. She was quiet and calm as she sat at the cleared dining table, looking through a pile of paperwork.

My heart was in my gut... I didn’t know how to feel or what to say after all the mess I got us in. I stood there timidly, with my sore, wounded arm covered with blood, held up to my chest.

I was a total mess. You’d swear I’d been out scuffling with Chelsea and her clique the way that I looked. Bloody and drench from wetting it up and my hair was a tousled fro of fluff.

“Um, Mom...” I said quietly...almost too quietly.

She paused and gave me a hard stare.

“I-I just want to say I’m sorry Mom...” I sniffle. “I-I didn’t mean for things to happen the way it did tonight... He attacked me out of nowhere—

“Nah uh... Stop it right there!” She said sternly. “How many times have I told you, Joel? For once listen to me when I talk to you! All I wanted was to keep you away from danger... from allowing something like this to happen! Still, you disobeyed me and snuck out!”

“But, Mom I-I’m sorry... I-I could explain—

“What’s left to explain, dear?” She said. “Everything has already happened... though I hate to even think this way, but probably this was meant to be... probably this all explains the reason for your rebellious behavior... it was to led you to him.”

“No Mom... This is all coincidental... that’s it!” I said feeling my wound starting to burn. “That’s all it is.”

“Do you really think so?” She asked in a shaky voice. “I saw something you didn’t see...”

“Saw what mama?” I asked confusedly.

“That look in his eyes... The way he looked at you.” She said. “You don’t know how it feels yet... The first time you smell your mate... it hits you like the strongest substance there is... It drives you crazy! Almost like you’re losing your mind... Why did you think he did what he did and attack you...not wanting to let you go!”

My mind instantly went back to St. Pete’s. When he saw me from across the room. I just popped off and came at me full force.

“Mom...what can I do?” I begged her.

“What can you do?” She repeated with no hope in her voice. “Joel, there’s nothing you...or I can do right now...but to wait to see where your future lies on your eighteen birthday.”

“B-but Jackson!” I said feeling my whole world crumbling down around me. “What am I supposed to—

“Jackson has been sent on a three-month mission in the west...” She said, “and for one thing...thank heavens he’s not here, because things would have been even more disastrous if Alpha Darius found out that his potential mate has a boyfriend.”

I took in sharp deep breaths and embraced myself tightly. ’I don’t want Jackson to get hurt...” I mumbled.

“Then I suggest you do the safest thing there is...keep your mouth shut and don’t mention his name.” Mom said. “By the time he’s back from his mission, you will by then know who your potential mate will be.”

“But...but my birthday is in three months, Mom...what will I do then?” I asked. “The hospital is out of our territory...”

“I know...which is why I’m busy trying to set things up for your safety,” Mom said. “And that’s tripling security too.”

A look of confusion crossed my face.

“But... I am safe! I’m on our territory!” I said.

Mom stopped and gave me a dead stare. “You really don’t know who you’re messing with, do you?”

I swallowed deeply. The guy’s crazier than I thought.

“A powerful Alpha, who have been searching seven years for his mate... has finally found her by sheer luck.” Mom said. “Could you imagine how hungry he is for you? Do you think a hot-blooded, superior Alpha like him could resist his mate?”

I stood there quietly as reality began to settle in.

“I doubt it...” She continued. “I’ll exchange you from the hospital for a little while with Samantha at the preschool... It’s only for blocks away from our home and it’s properly guarded.”

“The Nursery?” I gasped. “Mom... I’m not a caretaker.”

“It’s either that or risk yourself being at the hospital.” She said. “I don’t think you understand what it is to be marked Joel... and it’s different from an Alpha. It’s like volts of uncontrollable pleasure, rushing through your body... like venom. When he claims you, a part of him lives inside you forever.”

I could hear the intensity in her voice... Just hearing her explain it made me tremble with fear.

“So...until then...we wait,” she said. “Now go and take a bath. I’ll call over a nurse to patch up your wound.”

She walked back over to her desk and continued to sort through her paperwork.

After reaching upstairs to my room, Talloc was nowhere to be found like always. She was out hunting.

The sounds of howls rippled through the dark forest, but it was chilling and wretched. It was the cursed Alpha’s, and I know he was somewhere in the dark eerie forest, watching me at this very moment.

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~Present Day~

About a week has passed and I’ve been staying indoors ever since. My wound was healing faster than I thought it would, but the soreness was still there.

Nobody knew about what had taken place that night. Mom made sure of that. But just being here, trapped indoors had me so paranoid. Overthinking about everything that has happened and the consequences that would happen to me if I slip up again.

I really miss having those privileges when I could move about and enjoy my freedom. Now that I’m thinking about it, I rather have Mom’s strict curfew any day than being locked up from Alpha Darius.

My mind kept going on Jackson... I wanted him here with me. To comfort me and tell me what I needed to hear. That I am his mate and this is all one big misunderstanding, but sadly, it wasn’t.

A few months from now, I might be Mated to a man I barely even know. It saddens me to even think Jackson and I wouldn’t be together like we hoped, but to a man overly possessive Alpha who attacked me and nearly capture me against my will.

And he won’t leave me alone. Ever since that dreadful night, he has been stalking me almost every night.

His huge black wolf is always there...in that same spot in the woods... watching my room. He’s driving me insane. It was as if he’s waiting for any moment for me to slip up.

This feeling is like being on death row... knowing a terrible fate awaits you.

Talloc suddenly flew into the window I left open for her, nearly scaring my trouble soul half to death.

“Talloc!” I gasped, holding my chest. “You scared me, girl.”

She rolled her neck and squawk back at me.

“Did you had fun hunting last night?” I said to her, trying to wipe off the drop of blood from her beak.

And as you guessed right, she wasn’t gonna just let me step up to her and clean her beak without being defensive. She pecked my finger softly, holding it in her mouth.

“Come on, Talloc...just because you older now doesn’t mean I-I can’t clean you up just a little,” I said, but it was hopeless.

My rebellious snowy owl flew off in one huge flap, dropping the stack of pictures and old letters out of the window.

“No!” I shouted, running over to the window as they scattered everywhere across the lawn. “Shit!”

I turn around to catch my breath.

“Urgh...Talloc! Damn that feisty bird!” I grunted. “My pictures...they all fell over! I have to get them before they all get ruined.”

I threw on my navy denim jacket and dashed to my room door, but then I suddenly remembered that it wasn’t safe...he could be out there.

Though I’m still safe on the territory,

I’m just beyond paranoid to even encounter him again, face to face. Plus mom had already warned me, for my own sake to keep my distance.

I can’t make a fool of myself again... and for Mom’s sake, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I embarrassed her even more than I already did.

A deep, anxious sigh left my lips as I thought about this situation I’m now faced with. All the memories I collected would be completely ruined if they’re exposed too long.

Deep down in my heart, I wanted to dash out there this instant and collect every last one of them, but my mind had me in fear. Reminding me that he could be out there, but can he really during the daytime?

Usually, he comes out during the evenings just to let me know he’s watching and waiting...and it pisses me off, but maybe...just maybe I might have a chance.

It won’t take long...

I breathed in sharply when I suddenly remembered that Jackson’s letter from back in the eleventh grade was in that stack! That was the time he officially asked me to be his girlfriend...and our pictures!

“I have to get them!” I breathed heavily, walking back in forth in my room. “I better get all of them now...before the wind blows them out of the territory. Then he’ll find those photos with us!”

I crept back over towards my window and slowly, but thoroughly surveyed the grounds for any sign of his black wolf or any of his minions. Surprisingly...there was no sign of him at all.

I was right... Maybe he really does pass through during the evenings. And there’s also those painful, silver Barb wires Mom has up to keep out any intruders. It looks safe enough and besides all my pictures are on the lawn.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed. “No, no, no, NO!”

One of them fell on the other side. Oh Moon goddess, why?!

I crunch down against the window post, breathing shakily. My nerves were taking over and I could feel my throat getting drier and drier by the second!

What the hell! Everything bad is happening to me lately and unfortunately, there is no way to run from it or avoid it. I literally hate my life now.

I held in my breath and slowly took another look out the window. Carefully I observed the proximity of the others to that one that was out of bounds.

My eyes glanced over across the forest once more. I used my sharp wolf senses to pick up if he was out there... Usually, the hairs on my arm would stand up if I sensed him...but it so happens that I didn’t feel anything. There is also no sign of him...so it should be safe!

It has to be! But I have to be cautious and as prompt as possible.

With every fear building up inside me, I pushed it aside, balling my hand into a tight fist, and ran downstairs as quickly as I can.

As soon as I step to the backdoor, my heart launched in my throat. It was now or never.

I turn the doorknob and haul my tail towards the scattered images and letters. My mind was so numb, I felt like falling out from the fear and anxiety if he caught me.

Almost done... Just the other four over there in the flower bed. I quickly ran over and collected them. All in accounted for, except that one. It was just a few inches on the other side.

I held the stack against my chest as I scan the rattling trees of the forest. It was so calm but daunting. If whatever, he might be out there.

I’d dread the day if it happens to be a personal picture of me and Jackson and he gets his hold on it before I do.

Shit! I can’t take this anymore! I have to get that now! I rest the others down and gradually inched my way over. As I reach the barbed wire fence, my supply of oxygen was growing thin. The amount of fear of cutting my windpipe was unbearable.

I licked my lips and lengthened my short arm slowly over. It was so close, but yet so far.

Just a flick of my nail, it scraped the tip. No matter how hard I try, it was useless. Until I started to lose my temper, unleashing my inner wolf as my nails lengthen into claws.

Finally, I latched onto it, but with all that concentration... I let my guard down. I should have known better!

His huge black wolf jumped out of nowhere and dashed over to snatch my hand..but once again, I lucky to pull back my hand right in time.

For a second I felt my heart stop and I swear I mess up myself.

He licked his huge tongue over his sharp teeth and stared down at me like a piece of meat. I tried to catch my breath as I look at the picture underneath his large paw.

What was he doing here? Doesn’t he have a pack to lead? Was he there all this time? Watching me...waiting for the right moment to strike. Mom was right, it’s really not safe for me at all.

I quickly dashed over, collecting the others, and ran back inside up to the room.

I closed my curtains from the outside. I just couldn’t bear it anymore...but what picture was that? There we’re words written behind it!

I sorted through the stack of pictures and letters. Jackson’s letter is here... Thank Goodness it wasn’t that!

As I continued to go through, all we’re present... except that one!

“Our one-year anniversary, Christmas Eve collage! SHIT!”

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