#ben chilwell fanfic

[carlottawllms]

Make You Feel Good

Ben Chilwell x Reader Fluff / Smut Word Count: 3.9K

Excuse the rather long (and maybe weird) build-up and the fact this whole thing might be absolute rubbish. I didn’t know how to start this one for some reason and I struggled a lot with the smut...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! <3 As always, feedback is very much appreciated.

Before you’d actually met Ben, all you’d known was how he was constantly pictured as a womaniser, someone who wouldn’t pass up the opportunity of a quick shag and whatever situationship came his way.

Not that you were surprised. Years of friendship with Mason had taught you a thing or two about the media and public and just like him, Ben was a successful, gorgeous young footballer people liked to talk about.

Men about the performance of the boys on the field. And women...well…whether they really knew them or not constantly had something to say and alleged secrets to reveal. You couldn't count on two hands how many times you’d heard about Mason's alleged love affairs from the media or some random women on social media.

With Mason, that had never been much of a problem. He had thick skin and a good support system and most of the stuff he’d never read anyway and even if it made you a little angry, knowing it didn't faze him, helped.

Ben however was a different story. He wasn't one of those hard-shell-soft-core people. He was soft all over. A big, warm and cuddly teddy-bear. And he was someone who needed a bit of protection.

When you’d gotten together about a year ago, you’d quickly realised that the picture the media had painted of him, was not true in the slightest. Ben wasn’t a womaniser who shagged every woman he came across. He was quite the opposite.

Reserved when it came to the physical bit. It had taken him a long while until he’d opened up to you for the first time. Until he’d had the guts to tell you that sex in a relationship wasn’t that important to him and that it was difficult for him to go for it all the time.

You’d seen it in his eyes in that moment; the expectation of you running off and leaving him like some others had before you, but instead, you’d kissed him softly and pulled him into a hug, telling him it was alright.

After having been given the feeling of only being good enough for a satisfying shag in previous relationships, finally having found someone who needed more than that and was not shying away from showing the loving and romantic side of himself, felt like heaven on earth.

Lately however, Ben had pulled away completely. Not emotionally, but physically. The situation with Chelsea had taken a toll on him and kept weighing him down, especially now that, more often than not, he was put on the bench or forced to play in a position that didn’t come naturally to him. His performances were meh, clearly below the expectations of the fans and therefore miles away from what he expected of himself.

At first, he’d tried to deal with it on his own, but his personal experiences from the past had quickly led him to confide in you. He’d told you how much pressure rested on his shoulders and that he didn’t feel like he could give his all, so he wanted to direct his full attention on football for a while.

And that’s how he’d unintentionally put you both on a sex ban.

Instead of cooking together, cuddling on the sofa or loving one another between the sheets, Ben spent the majority of his time in front of the TV or his laptop, watching and analysing entire games, individual scenes or simple mistakes repeatedly in order to be better prepared for the next game.  

More often than not, you kissed him goodnight and went to bed alone, only for him to crawl under the covers hours later like a dead man and fall asleep without even pulling you into his arms.

It wasn't that you didn't understand. Quite the opposite actually as you knew that Chelsea meant a lot to him and he wanted things to get better, but the combination of lack of sleep, losses and the lack of comfort of your relationship he cherished so much, led to him being an emotional and moody mess that occasionally lost his shit over the smallest of things.

And whilst you could deal with a lot of things, a constantly stroppy boyfriend wasn’t one of those.

The defeat against Villa marked the day you eventually decided that something had to change. As you were preparing the dinner in the kitchen, the door opened and slammed closed almost immediately, followed by the thud of Ben’s bag hitting the floor and it wasn’t long before Ben passed you with an annoyed look on his face.

He grumbled a simple “Hi” and squeezed your waist in an attempt of a greeting and disappeared into the living room, no doubt watching today’s game back.

“Okay, that’s enough.”, you sighed quietly. Placing the spatula to the side as the dinner had to wait for a little while, you made your way upstairs to prepare something, that had been crossing your mind a couple of times those last few days.

Between training sessions, games and analysing everything all over again at home, Ben had barely taken the time to unwind and relax properly – physically and mentally – and as it didn’t look like that would change anytime soon, you’d decided to look after him and help him get rid of all the pent-up frustration torturing his mind and body.  

Whilst letting him mull about the result downstairs, you were quick in getting the bedroom ready. From the way he was so trapped in his own head, you knew he’d probably not take too well to you jumping his bones straight away, so you’d come up with this plan of a little massage and seeing where that would lead.

He needed to switch off, let you take care of him and you knew he was aware of that too. As always, Ben just needed a little push.

Once the curtains were closed and slow music was softly playing in the background, you changed into a cute, but slightly sexy pair of pyjama shorts and a matching t-shirt before making your way downstairs again.

Ben was still glued to the same spot on the sofa, his gaze focussed on the match replay on the tv. His furrowed brows made his usually so soft and warm eyes appear all hard and his lips were forced into a straight line with no hint of the sweet smile you loved so much.

You hated seeing him like this. So sad and dejected.

“Benji?” You voice was barely loud enough to drown out the commentator talking about how there was still so much work to do for Chelsea, and when Ben made no move to pay even the tiniest amount of attention to you, you moved right in front of him.

“Come with me please?”

Ben looked up at you, confusion clearly written all over his face as until today you’d always let him do his thing after games, but when you didn’t budge and simply held your hand out for him, he eventually grabbed it and followed you up the stairs in silence.  

“What’s all this?”, he asked once you’d entered the darkened bedroom. He immediately noticed the scent of your perfume and when you moved your hand up his arm and leaned into him a little, he couldn’t help but feel at ease.

“I know it’s all been very difficult lately.”, you mumbled, fingers dancing over the warm skin of his forearm. “You’re so hard on yourself and you know I understand and support you, Ben, but you need to allow yourself to switch off too. You’re torturing yourself with what you’re doing and when you refuse to take care of you, you’ll have to let me do it.”

“y/n-”

“Do you trust me?”, you asked, moving in front of him so you could look him in the eye and when you grabbed his hands, Ben was quick to nod.

“Of course, I do.”

“Good.”, you smiled, feeling the way he squeezed your hands. “Then give me a little kiss and take your shirt and joggers off before lying down on your front for me.”

Ben wanted to refuse. He wanted to tell you no and go back downstairs to watch the rest of the game, but the way your thumbs continuously caressed the back of his hands as your eyes stared into his, made him nod eventually.

“Okay.”, he whispered as he cupped your cheek and dipped down; eyes zoning in on your lips and for a split second the question of how long he’d gone without kissing you crossed his mind, but before he could say anything, your lips met his in a long overdue, soft kiss.

Ben almost immediately sighed at way you felt against him and when you melted into his body as he wrapped his arm around your waist, he hummed in content. He’d missed you. A lot.

“Take it off and lay down, Benji.”, you whispered against his lips when you had to part to catch your breath. Your heart was racing, and it would be easy to get distracted by the way he felt against you, but you had a plan and you wanted to go through with it.

After another sweet peck, Ben eventually pulled away, took his shirt and joggers off and flopped down onto his front, leaving you admiring his toned back and curved bum for a few seconds.

Ben was attractive in the best of times, but there was something about him in not more than boxers with his bare upper body on display. His smooth skin was basically begging to be touched and the way he used his arms as a pillow had the muscles in his back bulging.

A surprised grunt flew past his lips when you all but flopped down on his back, face hiding away in his neck for a few seconds as you simply enjoyed his proximity, but it wasn’t long until you sat back up and reached for the oil you’d placed on the nightstand.

“Might be a bit cold for a sec.”, you warned him as you poured a bit of the liquid all over his back, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Feels nice.”, he hummed the moment you started to run your hands over his shoulders, fingers massaging the soft flesh in a way that had him melting into the mattress a little more and you couldn’t help but smile. You hadn’t seen him this relaxed in a rather long while and the longer you kept working away on his muscles, the deeper his content sighs got.

When you brushed a particularly tender part of his back, a moan flew past his slightly opened lips. It wasn’t more than a tiny one, but it still managed to spark something inside of you.

You’d always enjoyed touching him and loved the way his skin felt warm and smooth beneath your fingers but having him like this underneath you was something else entirely. The way he was so calm and relaxed had a mixture of happiness and pride rushing over you, but it was his tiny moans that made you feel something in the pit of your tummy.

You dipped your hands down his sides, the gentle caress of your fingers causing goosebumps to erupt, and you couldn’t help the tiny smirk appearing on your lips.

“You like that?”, you asked quietly as you repeatedly ran the tips of your fingers all over his sides.

“Mhmm.”, he hummed, nodding his head as best as he could. “Very much.”

With your hands settled on his sides, you bend down. Lips barely brushing his skin and leaving tiny kisses, you made your way up his back. It was a first, careful indication of where you wanted this night to end and when he didn’t push you off or tell you to stop, you continued kissing and nibbling on his skin.

Ben’s breathing deepened, the more kisses you left all over his back and when you pressed a kiss right behind his ear, a shuddery breath left his lips.

���Keep going.”, he whispered; his voice slightly hoarse and laced with the emotions running through him. He could feel your touch everywhere, tingles rushing down his spine with every inch you covered, and it wasn’t long that he felt your lips brushing his jaw.

You pecked the corner of his mouth and laid down next to him, turned on your side so you could look at him and you were pretty satisfied with how riled up you’d got him. His cheek was flushed, hand clutching the sheets gently and he was still panting a little, hips shifting against the mattress for what you assumed was some sort of friction.

“Fuck that felt good.”, he chuckled breathlessly as he moved to lay on his side as well and you could tell by the impressive tent forming in his white Calvins, that he meant it.

Ben leaned in and pressed a rather heavy kiss to your lips. His hand finding your waist and pushing underneath your shirt to caress your soft skin almost immediately and as you were so swept up in the moment, it didn’t take you long to deepen the kiss a little more.

“y/n.”, he moaned as he felt you burying your teeth in his bottom lip, and you were quick in using the chance to invade his mouth and brush your tongue against his with slow, lazy strokes.

Kissing Ben always felt like you were pulled into another universe, but after not having had him like this in a while, the way his lips moved against yours felt even more intense.

Not thinking straight anymore, Ben let you push him on his back. One of his hands found its way to the back of your head, whilst the other dug into the soft flesh of your waist, effectively pulling you even closer.

However, when you moved your leg over his thighs and arched into his side a little more, fingers trailing over his collarbone, you felt him getting a little rigid. It was as if the brain fog had eventually cleared a little and made him notice the direction you were heading in.

“y/n, I-”

“Shhh.”, you whispered against his lips, featherlight touches travelling down his tummy and causing his abs to contract. “Let me help you relax, Benji. You’ll feel so much better.”

The surprised moan he let out when you barely brushed his hard cock over his boxers had the tingle between your legs returning. His whines and moans, especially the breathless ones when he was close, were insanely sexy to you and you didn’t think you could live another day without hearing them properly again.

“I don’t know, I just…Oh fuck.”

You knew he thought he wanted to push you off and take a cold shower, but the slightly increased pressure of your hand and your teeth nibbling at his pulse point did all the convincing that had to be done.

“We’ll go slow, okay?” You kissed his lips softly again. “And I’ll stop whenever you want me to, I promise. Okay?”

“Okay.”, he rasped, eyes squeezed shut as you kept palming him over his boxers and after a few more seconds you could feel him surrendering to the pleasure and relaxing into the mattress. “It feels so fucking good.”

The kiss you shared grew messy really quickly as Ben could barely concentrate on anything that wasn’t your hand and you had to hold yourself back from jumping his bones, so you took your time, but it wasn’t long until you snuck your hand into his boxers and let your fingers trail over his hard cock.

“Fuck!”, Ben choked, his hips involuntarily bucking up to meet your touch. “Please don’t tease.”

It was obvious how touch-starved he actually was and how much he had been craving to feel you like this again, but you wanted to keep it slow, so you pulled away until you were barely touching the sensitive skin. It wasn’t meant in a teasing way. More a way to rile him up as much as possible so you could provide him with one of these insane highs, he loved to give to you.

“Do you want more, Benji?” A small proud smirk playing at your lips at the way he nodded like a madman, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yeah? You do?”

“Yes please. y/n, I just…anything, just please- Oh my god.”

Ben threw his head back into the pillow when you grabbed his hard cock into your hand fully and ran your thumb through the leaking pre-cum a couple of times before starting to stroke him properly. Slowly though as you wanted to feel him properly and ease him back into things.

But from the way he kept twitching and pulsing in your grip, it was easy to tell he didn’t need any time at all to get back into it. Tiny whimpers and moans echoed from the walls; a vocal reminder that it was actually you who made him feel this way. And the only one who got to see him in this state. Slightly sweaty, body melted into the mattress, abs contracting. Pretty eyes squeezed shut, lips parted and hands fisting the sheets.

He looked gorgeous. And sexy as hell.

“You look so hot Ben.”, you hummed; lips trailing along his jaw until you found his sweet spot. Sucking slightly on his skin pulled a louder moan from him and when you buried your teeth in his skin and soothed the sting with your tongue soon after, Ben’s breath caught in the back of his throat.

“You’re…insane.”, he moaned. “Fuck, y/n, it feels so fucking good.”

A particularly harsh squeeze around his dick had his hips repeatedly bucking into your hand and you knew he was getting closer to his release but as this wasn’t the way you wanted him to cum, you pulled back and sat up on your heels.

“What the-”

“Shh.”, you grinned, fingers already hooked into the waistband of his boxers. The material snapping against his skin eliciting a rather harsh hiss from him. “Can I take these off?”

Ben could barely nod in agreement, his brain way too fogged from the pleasure running through his veins, but it wasn’t good enough for you. Tutting, you grabbed his chin between your fingers so you could make him look at you.

His usually so warm and bright eyes were dark and clouded. A look you hadn’t seen in them in what felt like forever.  

“I need your words, baby. Do you want me to keep going?”  

“Yes.”, he panted. “Fuck, yes please baby.”

The boxers were off in mere seconds, giving you way more room to play with him for a little longer and with your hand back to stroking his dick, you started to move down his body, teeth just about nibbling on his skin, but to your utter surprise, Ben’s hand cupped the back of your neck, pulled you back up and crashed his lips on yours.   

You were startled for a second, overthinking if you’d overdone it or why else he didn’t want you to give him head, but when he pulled away for a second and moaned “Faster, please.” against your lips, all worries were erased from your brain, and you obeyed.

It wasn’t long before Ben threw his head back into the pillow and bucked his hips up repeatedly, chasing your hand for even more friction and that delicious release that was so close already he could almost taste it.

“I want you to look at me.”, you hummed into his ear and to your surprise, Ben actually turned his head and opened his eyes. “Now cum for me, baby.”

And that was all it took for him. With a mixture of moans, curses and your name falling from your lips, he reached one of the most intense highs he’d ever had.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my-fuck!”

You could feel his release covering his tummy and your hand and making a literal mess, but you couldn’t look anywhere else other than his face. Contorted in pleasure and lips parted, with whimpers and pants falling from them, he still kept his gaze on yours and the way his now dark eyes were all clouded made you feel all sorts of things.

Despite having finished, you kept stroking him to keep the tiny sparks of pleasure flying through his body, like he always did once he’d brought you to your high with his tongue and only when his whole body was shivering and he pushed your hand off, did you stop.

His chest was heaving; the afternoon shenanigans had worn him out like nothing before, but now that he was slowly coming down from his high, realisation of what just happened hit him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore.”, he mumbled embarrassed. He didn’t think he’d ever cum this quickly before. “I just…I don’t even know. I really wanted your mouth, but I was so close already, I think it would’ve killed me.”

“Don’t worry, baby.”, you smiled, turning his face towards yours again. “It was hot as fuck.”

Pushing yourself up on one arm you ran your finger through the cum on his tummy and brought it up to your lips; eventually getting the taste he’d withheld from you less than a minute ago and the simple move had Ben groaning beneath you.

“Stop that.”, he whined. “It makes me want to go again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that, you know.” Lowering yourself on the same level as him, you brought your lips close to his ear. “I’d actually love to have the full package, Benji.”

“You’re killing me, woman.”, he groaned before gripping the back of your head and pulling you in for another passionate kiss. He could taste himself on your tongue as he brushed his own against it, but it only sparked another rush of excitement inside himself.

He still felt sensitive and a little sore, but the moment you were fully naked underneath him, he couldn’t care less.

“Ben.”, you moaned. Your fingers dug into his arms, nails most definitely leaving crescent imprints in his soft skin, but the way he stretched you deliciously, was taking over even the tiniest parts of your brain. “Fuck, I missed this so much.”

“I missed it, too, baby.”, he breathed. “Won’t ever go this long without fucking you, I promise.”

And a heavy kiss to your lips sealed his promise before he eventually started to move his hips in a way that had you seeing stars.

[babygirlbenji]

Daylight - Ben Chilwell

A/N: phewwwww this one's a big one!!!!! this is definitely going to be a series and i can't wait to get the next one written

Wordcount: 3.1k (she a big gorl)

If there was one thing in life that you could be certain of, it would be that you loved your routine. Doing shift work probably wasn’t what most people would associate with a routine, but your shifts were regular enough that you had your own little routine that you went through every week.

You woke up. You went to work. You worked out. You went home. You made dinner. You lounged in bed watching Below Deck or Selling Sunset or some other variation of trashy yet entertaining TV. You showered. You scrolled on TikTok (and sent a few funny videos to your friends). You went to bed. Repeat the next day.

You would insert a little day trip somewhere or a meet up with friends when applicable, but for the most part, you had your routine and you stuck with it.

All of that changed, however, when a certain footballer made his way into your life.

It was a Thursday. You remember it was a Thursday, because your favourite regular wasn’t in - she didn’t come in on Thursdays as she volunteered at a food bank every week. So you mooched around, made small talk with colleagues and made your little coffees, trying to improve your latte art. So far, you’d managed a heart, a flower, and some sort of questionable circular formation of foam that you swore looked like a dog if you looked at it the right way while squinting. Your colleague, Kendall, who was probably your closest friend at the coffee shop, was laughing when the aforementioned footballer strode his way into the coffee shop.

You noticed straightaway that he was new. Your coffee shop was small, boutique and tucked away in a corner of Cobham you really had to look for it. The majority of customers came from word of mouth, having been recommended a panini or muffin by a friend. It was no Starbucks or Costa, but all your colleagues swore that it was the best coffee in town (you couldn’t really tell, as you didn’t drink coffee). The second thing you noticed was that he was cute. Oh, god was he cute. He had a bit of scruff around his chin that made its way down a bit of his neck, rosy cheeks that suggested he’d been out for a run, and when he made eye contact with you, you saw the most piercing blue eyes you’d ever seen. You tried to ignore the way your heart thudded when you saw him.

‘Uh, hi,’ the young man started. ‘What’s the best thing on the menu here? A mate recommended this shop to me, said the paninis were the best he’s ever had.’ You opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish, struggling for words. Kendall had mysteriously disappeared to the back room, leaving you on the till by yourself.

‘Um, probably the mozzarella and tomato panini. I have it most days on my break, so it’s probably lost a bit of the novelty for me. It’s good, though.’ He sauntered over to the display cabinet to have a look at the goods on offer. You tried not to stare at him, but you couldn’t help but feel like you recognised him from somewhere.

‘I will try one of those, please. Oh, and an Americano with hot milk, please.’ You nodded and rang his order up on the till. He tapped his card on the card reader, which beeped to signify that the payment had gone through.

Your eyes travelled down to his clothes, and you noticed a familiar logo. Now, you didn’t necessarily follow football, but most of the guys you worked with supported Chelsea Football Club (kind of a necessity, given the training grounds were just a mile or so away from the small town), and you’d seen the logo dozens of times on the water bottles or coffee flasks they brought in.

‘No worries, I’ll get those started for you.’ And so, your routine of getting the food started. The coffee machine whirred in the background, while the steam wand sputtered into life to heat up the milk.

‘It’s a nice place, how long have you worked here?’ The man’s question took you by surprise. You tried not to let it show as you answered.

‘About three years now. This job was initially to get me through uni, but I enjoy it and it’s easy, so I guess I just haven’t left.’ You put his panini into a takeaway box and passed him the cardboard coffee cup. ‘Oh, here’s a cup holder as it’s hot, don’t want you burning yourself.’ You nestled the coffee cup into the holder, before passing him a couple of napkins to take away with him.

‘Thanks. What did you study at uni?’

‘I studied English literature with communications, ideally wanted to go into journalism or something but the job market is awful right now. I barely make enough to live on my own but I like the independence. Are you local?’ If his question took you by surprise, yours to him definitely did. His eyebrows raised, before he seemed to check himself and recovered.

‘Oh, I grew up in Milton Keynes and worked up in Leicester for a bit. Moved down here a few years ago and love it.’ Your head nodded towards his jacket with the Chelsea logo.

‘Working for the football club, I take it?’ He smiled bashfully.

‘Actually I’m a player for the first team. Got a game this weekend, but I’m likely on the bench so I don’t need to take the diet too seriously.’ Your jaw dropped. You knew you’d seen him somewhere. ‘My name’s Ben, by the way, Ben Chilwell. What’s yours?’

‘Y/N. Great to meet you, Ben, be sure to come back soon, and good luck for the game.’ He paused in the middle of putting his backpack on, and looked you straight in the eye.

‘Oh believe me, Y/N, I’ll definitely be coming back.’ And with that, he smiled at you before strolling out of the coffee shop. You were momentarily frozen; did he mean coming back to have another coffee? Or to try another panini? What on earth just happened?

‘Girl, you have to tell me what just happened between you and that cute footballer.’ Kendall’s voice made you jump, as she reappeared from the back room.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ you responded, pretending to wipe the coffee machine steam wand. You didn’t want to believe it, but you secretly hoped that he meant he was coming back to see you.

‘It’s supposed to mean that the chemistry between you two was comparable to the chemistry between Glen Powell and Zoey Deutch in Set It Up. He didn’t take a single bite of his panini so he had no idea how good it was, and he ordered the most basic coffee on the menu. And, he didn’t take his eyes off you for more than a second while you were making the coffee. Furthermore, he made small talk with you. He is mega into you, trust me.’

‘I make small talk with baristas and waitresses all the time! I bet he was just being friendly.’ You and Kendall went back and forth a bit more, and then the lunch rush hit, so you couldn’t really talk again. As you closed up the shop and drove home, though, you couldn’t help but think… maybe Kendall was right?

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The next couple of weeks came and went. Ben came in every now and then, and the two of you made further small talk and got to know each other more and more. You’d taken the time the day you met him to stalk his Instagram profile. He was Chelsea’s vice-captain, loved dogs, family seemed important to him and he seemed to be incredibly valued by his teammates.

September turned to October. The leaves fell, the temperature dropped and the nights were rapidly drawing in. Pumpkin spice was back on the menu, which prompted a daily rush from the students in the area in the morning and mid-afternoon.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you always looked at the door when the bell dinged to notify you that someone had entered the shop. You’d finally admitted to yourself that in between you and Ben’s getting to know each other, you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. His coffee was more often than not ‘on the house’, and you took a bit more time than needed to prep and make his panini. He’d now gone through most of the options of the paninis, but he regularly returned to the mozzarella and tomato panini that you’d recommended - ‘it really is as good as you said’, he’d said on one occasion.

You opened up to each other about life, your stories, what brought him to Cobham, what countries you wanted to visit, his dream dog (‘I love Oscar, but I would love a Bernese mountain dog’), and all manner of other things. Kendall was sure that he liked you, but it had been nearly two months since he first came in, and he hadn’t made the move to ask you out or even ask for your number.

You stuck to your routine. Work, gym, dinner, shower, bed. It hadn’t wronged you once, and you were definitely starting to see the results of your gym sessions.

One morning, a particularly cold and windy November morning, you locked your car in the car park and walked briskly towards the coffee shop. Before you could reach it, however, a voice calling your name made you stop.

‘Y/N! Y/N!’ You turned around, and nearly crashed straight into…

‘Ben! Hi, how are you? How did the last game go?’ Ben looked - ugh - particularly gorgeous this morning. His hair had grown, he’d trimmed his stubble, his cheeks were as rosy as ever and his dimples were on full show as he smiled warmly at you.

‘I’m good, thanks, yeah the game was alright. We’re getting there.’ You nodded; you couldn’t say you watched games, but you’d watched a couple of highlight videos on YouTube and could potentially be persuaded to watch a game. Your personal favourite video was Chelsea’s Champions League win. Ben had clearly played magnificently, having stopped several goals from materialising. ‘How, um, how are you?’ You nodded and returned his smile.

‘I’m good, just on my way to open up.’ You were struck with a sudden idea. ‘If you’re not in a rush to get anywhere, you could wait for me to open and get the first coffee of the day?’ He smiled.

‘I don’t have anywhere to be today. Lead the way.’

The two of you started to make your way to the coffee shop, making friendly conversation on the way. He told you that he was being rested for the weekend, so he was training but wasn’t on the team for the weekend.

‘It’s frustrating, but I know I’m still not quite full fitness just yet,’ he’d admitted.

‘Full fitness? Why, what happened?’ You asked, curious. He ran a hand through his windswept hair.

‘I was tackled by a Juventus player back in November of 2021. It was a bad tackle, and it tore my ACL, and I’ve struggled with injuries since then. Hamstring, calf, knee… it’s been never ending. I try to tell myself that I’m still a good footballer, it’s just a shame that I’ve been plagued by injury, but still… I’m vice captain and I’ve had barely any minutes this season.’

You were quiet as he basically vented to you.

‘Oh Ben, I’m sorry to hear that. That sounds awful. How is your knee now?’ He sighed.

‘It’s okay. I get regular physio and scans, to keep track of progress. I’m just scared it will happen again, I guess. It’s a miracle I’ve come back to playing at all, a lot of players suffer so much damage they can never play again. It was scary for a while, I didn’t know whether I’d be playing again.’ You let him vent. You were never one of many words, but all your friends and colleagues said that you were one of the best listeners they knew, and this was something that Ben noticed straightaway. The way you just let him talk, even though you barely knew him, and showed genuine empathy and concern in his injury… it made him even more sure that he wanted to get to know you more, wanted to get to the bottom of who you were.

The two of you chatted more, and before long, you’d reached the coffee shop.

‘Take a seat, I’ll get things set up and bring you out a coffee. Did you want a panini?’ Your offer was simply too much for him to ignore, and he took a gentle hold of your arm as you made to walk away. ‘Why don’t you make two and have breakfast with me?’ Your breath hitched in your throat. Was he really asking what you thought he was asking? 

You had to replay what he said to you a couple times in your head to assure yourself that you weren’t hallucinating. ‘Uh, yeah, sure that sounds great. I do need to get things done, like checks and things…’

‘I won’t keep you long, I promise. I just want to get to know you better.’ Despite the cold temperature (the heating hadn’t come on yet), your heart melted and your cheeks flushed. After making sure that everything in the shop was ready (in record time, you took heart in noticing), you prepared Ben’s usual panini and rang through a muffin for yourself. You had about an hour before the shop opened, and you were determined to make the most of it.

Ben sat down at a table close to the window, with you following shortly after.

‘I’ve been meaning to ask - how did you find this place? We’re hardly a major chain or on the main street.’ Ben took a sip of his coffee and smiled fondly.

‘Do you know Mason Mount?’ You shook your head, feeling slightly guilty for your football ignorance showing itself once again. ‘Well, he used to play for Chelsea, he’s up in Manchester now, but he used to come here regularly. Here’s a picture.’ He opened up Instagram and showed you a picture of Mason, and your jaw dropped immediately.

‘Oh! Him! He was always so lovely, he was here all the time. I had no idea he was a footballer! He never came across as one.’ You realised immediately what you’d said, and internally face-palmed, hoping that Ben hadn’t caught on. Unfortunately, he had.

‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’ His face was lit up with a bright smile as he teased you. You were sure that your cheeks were a vibrant red.

‘Well - I - um… that didn’t come out well at all… if it’s any consolation you didn’t come across as a footballer at all… it’s just… when I think of footballers I don’t necessarily think of lovely polite young men who always say please and thank you.’

Ben wiggled his eyebrows.

‘So I’m a lovely young man then?’ He teased further, gently knocking your foot with his. You both dissolved into giggles; you couldn’t help it. Ben was sweet, curious and just downright funny.

‘Yes, you are a very lovely young man.’ Your eyes met his, and you knew then and there that this was the man for you.

Although you’d had your routine in life, it had always felt dull. Grey. Cloudy. Being around Ben, it felt like the clouds had parted and you were seeing in colour for the first time. It was comparable to that first fine sunny day after a long winter. You and Ben chatted back and forth for the next hour, finding out things about each other; favourite songs (his was Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen), favourite artists (yours was Niall Horan), biggest fears (his: not being good enough for Chelsea, yours: bridges, which prompted a teasingly heated discussion which ended in you showing the videos of the Baltimore bridge collapsing and how it had given you nightmares).

The clock showed 9:55, which meant you had five minutes to open the coffee shop.

‘I should get my apron on and get this party started,’ you sighed, getting up from your chair. Ben jumped up to stand next to you.

‘Thank you for sitting with me, I had a lot of fun.’ He smiled that beautiful dimpled smile of his.

‘I did too.’ He took a big breath. ‘And I would love to take you out for dinner sometime.’ The world stopped turning for the briefest of moments, during which you made a mental note to send Kendall a message saying that she was right all along.

‘I would like that a lot, Ben.’ He fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you.

‘If I have your number I’ll message you the day and time. Dress nicely.’ God, this man was just a walking green flag - planning the date, funny, in touch with his emotions?

You added yourself to his phone as a new contact, before giving his phone back to him. As you did so, your fingers brushed slightly. Electricity coursed through you; it was almost like being given an electric shock, but this felt much more pleasant. In a wild instant, your body craved more physical contact with him. What did hugging him feel like? What did kissing him feel like? If just one small touch felt like this, what would more feel like? You were desperate to feel more, but you knew you had to wait.

‘I’ll see you soon, Ben.’ He swooped in and brushed the lightest of kisses on your cheek.

‘You too, Y/N.’ And with that, he was gone. You watched him walk down the road towards his car, which you presumed was parked in the multi-storey car park down the road. Your phone buzzed with a message:

From: Unknown number Hey it’s Ben, I’ll message you details of our date later today :) just need to plan it ;)

You screenshotted it and sent the photo to Kendall.

To: Kenny❤️ You were right all along…

From: Kenny❤️ WTF DETAILS NOW!!!!

You shut your phone off, grinning. For the time being, you were going to keep the details to yourself. Kendall would know in time, of course, but you had a coffee shop to open and a routine to keep to.

For now, at least. You had a funny feeling that your routine was going to change very soon, and instead of feeling scared, you opened up the shop feeling at peace with the changes that would be happening in your life.

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Ben Chilwell Imagine | seven

Author's note: Just something random I came up with the other day after seeing this post by @lovelynikol16 She wrote it about Mason, but I feel like these days we need some cute and nice Ben content, so I wrote it for him. As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Ben Chilwell, the football player you've had a crush on for years acknowledges you on his Instagram stories after you win a gold medal at the Olympic Games, and your friends convince you to slide into his dms 👀 (female reader/pov)

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“Oh my God!”

“What… No!”

“What are you two gasping about?” I ask my teammates. 

“You won't believe who just congratulated you for your gold medal and said that he is, and I quote, very proud of you” one of them says, showing me her phone.

“Holy shit. Is that… Is that real?”

“Very very real” she says. “Check your phone if you don't believe us.”

“He also started following me.”

“What?” they both say, moving to stand one at each side of me so we can all see my phone's screen. 

“He shared that story congratulating me, and he started following me” I say, still not believing what the little notification says. 

Ben Chilwell. Ben freaking Chilwell, Chelsea and England National Team player… Has congratulated me for my gold medal at the Olympic Games, said that he is very proud of me AND started to follow me on Instagram.

What… the fuck.

“Girl, you seriously have to slide into his dms and tell him thank you or something.”

“What?” I laugh.

“You've had a crush on him for ages and now he has discovered that you exist and knows who you are. Make your move!” my teammate says.

“I… I can't do that. What if he doesn't reply? What if his account is run by a pr person and not him and I make a fool of myself? What if…”

“What if, what if, what if” my other teammate says, rolling her eyes. “You are just texting him a thank you, not asking him to marry you… yet” she smirks.

“Idiot” I reply, giving her a little push.

“C'mon, send him a message.”

“And what do I say? Thank you for your support?”

“For example” she shrugs.

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and starting to type.

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Thank you very much for your support, Ben. It means a lot! ☺️

And good luck for this season, it's gonna be the one! 💙

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“Is that ok?” I ask my teammates.

“Perfect.”

“Now what?” 

“Now we just wait for his reply.”

“If he replies…” I sigh.

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“Today we finally had some time off and we left the villa to do some… Mum, I have to go.”

“What? Why?” she says over facetime. 

“Something has come up.”

“Something like what? Is it bad? You look… weird.”

“No, no. It's just a team meeting. I'll call you again after dinner, ok?”

“Ok. But…”

“Love you, mum” I say, ending the call before she can say goodbye. And why? Because an Instagram notification that just popped up on my screen, one I had lost all hope would get to see. “Ok, you can do this” I say to myself, taking a deep breath and tapping on it.

Why the hell are my hands shaking so much? Aaahhh!

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Thank you very much for your support, Ben. It means a lot! ☺️

And good luck for this season, it's gonna be the one! 💙

You're very welcome!! 💙  You seriously are amazing. My mates and I watched you perform (if that's the right word? 🫣) and you were fucking amazing 😱 Also sorry for the late reply but we just got back from the US and the jetlag has been kicking my ass 😴

Wow, thank you. You are gonna make me blush 😳

And don't worry, I've been there with the jetlag 😅

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Don't worry, don't worry, but I've been having dreams with him replying to my dm since the day I sent it. And he already is making me blush, but shh.

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Just telling the truth 🤷🏻‍♂️ Also thank you very much for the luck! We will be needing it this season. Especially me 🙈

Last season was a tough one, wasn't it?

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Of course it was, you idiot. He spent half of it injured!

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But hey, when I was 19 I injured my knee  and doctors told me there were high chances of not being able to do gymnastics again, yet look at me right now. I've won a gold medal at the Olympic Games, and I've done it against probably the best gymnast in history!

If I was able to come back, so will you. I believe in you, Ben! 💪🏻

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“I believe in you, Ben… God, I'm so lame” I say to myself.

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Thank you very much 🥺💙 I may have to hire you as my motivational coach or something 😜 How much the hour? 

Well, since you play for my team, I think I can give you a discount 

Wait, then it is true? Do you support Chelsea? I read it online but wasn't sure

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Has he… has he been googling me? What?

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Chelsea girl since the day I was born

I actually left the hospital wearing a tiny Chelsea hat and had a matching bib

No way! 😱  Is there a photo? 👀

There is 

May I see it? 😇

Ummm…

Please 🥺🥺🥺

Ok, fine

But only because it is you.

If this ends up anywhere online, I know where to find you, Chilwell 🧐

It won't leave my phone, I promise 😇🤞🏻 Also you were such a cute baby!! 😍 And still are Cute I mean Not a baby You obviously are a woman A cute woman I mean, beautiful Women are beautiful and you are a beautiful woman  Sorry 🤦🏻‍♂️

It's ok, don't worry 😅😂

Thank you ☺️

And same 😉

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Did I… Did I just kind of flirt with him? After he said I was a cute baby and that now I am a beautiful woman? Ummm… hello?

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Am I a cute baby or a beautiful woman? 🤔😜

You are a very handsome man who also happens to be very cute

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There. I said it. I just told Ben Chilwell that he is handsome and cute. Do men like being called cute? Is that a turn off? Urgh.

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Thank you 😳😳😳😳 That's my face right now, btw

What? 😂

You've made me blush 😳

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“Yeah, sure” I snort.

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Photo or didn't happen 

I look like shit right now You don't want to see that

I disagree 🤷🏼‍♀️ 

Fine 🙄 

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“Looking like shit, he says… You look bloody gorgeous, Benjamin” I say, zooming on the pic. How can someone be this handsome and look this good on a random selfie? It isn't fair. 

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That's not looking like shit

Like shit is how I look after training for more than 12 hours 

And I can't see you blushing with the beard

Should I shave it?

You won't dare!

Team beard? 😂

Team beard forever 💙

Interesting 🤔 Most girls don't like it They say it bothers them when I kiss them

Those girls know nothing 🙄

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I mean, if a guy like him is kissing you, who cares if it feels a bit itchy? Also, have they seen his lips? Like, urgh.

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I promise you I will keep my beard for the day we meet 😇 Which length do you prefer?

The one you always have the day before you shave

I hate it when you do that

It gets good and pum

Gone

Also, are we meeting? Since when? 🤨

Sorry 🙈 And I was thinking that maybe I could have a chat with the team and see if I can invite you to pay us a visit at Cobham  Since you are a Chelsea fan since the day you were born, I think it would be cool A little homage after winning your medal  I've never seen one in real life, you know?

Oh, so you just want to see the medal, not me

Cool

What? No, no, no I want to see you And the medal Both things But mostly you The medal is cool but…  God, I'm rambling again, am I not?🤦🏻‍♂️

A bit, yeah😅

But it's ok, don't worry 

Thank you 💙 I do it all the time when I get nervous 🙈

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He is feeling nervous? Him? Benjamin James Chilwell? What? And most importantly, why?

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So, should I ask the team if they are up to it? Would you like to come to Cobham and have a tour?

Would you be my tour guide?

It'll be my honour Unless you have a favourite player and want him to do it instead 

He just said it would be an honour to do it 🤷🏼‍♀️

Am I your favourite player? 😏

No

Try to fix it now 😜 Anyway, I'll keep you updated, ok? 

Ok

😘😘 (Imagine they have a beard 🧔🏻)

😂😂🥰

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“Wow” I say, putting my phone down. “Just… wow.”

I just had a proper chat with Ben Chilwell. With the guy I've had a crush on since he played for Leicester. And we've flirted. Like, he called me beautiful. And he said he wanted to meet me. To see me in person. Me. 

And I didn't freak out. I mean, I did, but it didn't show. I think. It is easier to not do it through texts, but just look at him and his rambling. Who thought he would be like this when he usually looks so confident and sure of himself? When he definitely has a lot more experience on this than I do? And that photo he sent me? Dear lord. He is handsome. He's stupidly handsome. Gorgeous. He…

“I have to show the girls” I blurt out while grabbing my phone, quickly getting up from my bed and leaving my room.

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Ok, I have good news and bad news Which ones do you want first?

Bad 🫣

The Cobham visit isn't possible 😞 There are some things going on and… yeah 🫤

Shame 😞

The good news are really good news, tho Are you ready? 😏

Ready

Ok… How would you feel…  About…

Are you always this slow? 🙄

Just with good things that are worth going slow for 😏

Ben, you are making me nervous! 😩

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Because telling him that what he's actually doing is kind of turning me on just by thinking about what things he does that are worth going slow for, may be a bit too much, right?

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I'm sorry, I'm sorry So… How would you feel… About…

BENJAMIN!!

Ok, ok 😂 How would you feel about a guest appearance during our first game of the season at Stamford Bridge?  We are playing against Manchester City, it's gonna be a big one Hey Are you still there? Hello? Oh my God, I killed her Her heart couldn't take the news 💔 Jokes aside, are you ok? Why aren't you replying? Should I call someone? Did something happen?

Hi, sorry 

There you are 😮‍💨 What happened? Are you ok?

Yeah, yeah

I was just… processing 

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And maybe jumping on my bed after reading his message. 

Me being a guest appearance at Stamford Bridge? And during a Chelsea- Manchester City? That's… that's… I have no words to describe it.

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And what's the outcome of all that processing? 😅

Yes

Yes what? 🤨🤔

Yes, I want to go to the game and do a guest appearance and yes

Yes yes yes YES!!!!!

Ok, I think now I got it May need another yes, tho 😂

🙄

😜😜 Anyway  The team said they will give you a shirt with your name and then you'll take some photos, show the medal to everyone, do that first kick, maybe give a little interview for the team's social media… The usual And you are gonna be attending as my very special guest and will be sitting in my box 😏

Wait

With your family and friends?

Yeah Unless that makes you uncomfortable and you prefer to sit somewhere else I should have probably asked you before telling the team, shouldn't I? Urgh, I'm so stupid 🤦🏻‍♂️

No, no 

That's ok

Though one question…

Sure 

Am I allowed to take someone with me as a plus one? 

I would like for my dad to be there with me, he's the one who made me a Chelsea girl 🥹

Of course!  I'll discuss it with the team, but I don't think there will be any problem  Though I don't know how my plan for after the game would work if you have your dad there with you 🤔

Your plan? What plan? 🤨

I was planning on taking you out for dinner 🫣

You and I?

Yeah You and I A date 

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A date. A fucking date. I… asdfghjklñ.

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I'll think of something, don't worry 

Is that a yes to having dinner with me, then? 😏

It is, yes

Cool ☺️ Looking forward to it 😘🧔🏻 

Same 🥰

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“Bloody… hell” I whisper, putting down my phone after sending that last text.

I just said yes to going on a date with Ben Chilwell. And I'm gonna be a guest appearance at Stamford Bridge for the first game of the season. And my dad is gonna be there to watch it all. And after I'm going on a date with Ben Chilwell.

Bloody hell, indeed.

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“I can't believe we are here. Like… woah” my dad chuckles.

“Yeah…” I say.

We are at Stamford Bridge, and not in the stands like so many times before. We are in the tunnel waiting until they call me to go on the pitch, show my medal and kick that ball, hopefully not embarrassing myself in front of everyone and, of course, in front of Ben.

Right now he is chatting with the referee, stretching and laughing about something. And he hasn't shaved or touched his hair. 

He sent me a photo last night asking me if I liked how his beard looked, and I obviously told him that he looked perfect (which isn't too difficult) and that he should also keep his hair like that if it didn't bother him while playing. So there he is now, with his beard and his curls free of that bloody hair gel, looking gorgeous. 

“Miss? It's time” the Chelsea staff member who has accompanied us since we arrived says.

“Shit, ok. Ummm… thank you” I smile.

“You can do this, pickle” my dad says, putting his hands on my shoulders. “I mean, you've won a gold medal in front of the whole world, haven't you? This is nothing compared to that.”

“Or everything” I sigh.

“You can do this” he repeats, giving my shoulders an encouraging squeeze.

“Miss?”

“Yes, sorry. I can do this” I say, taking a deep breath and giving my dad a quick kiss on the cheek before following the staff member, the whole stadium cheering as the speaker announces my name.

Maybe I can't do this. Maybe I should go back inside, say I'm not feeling well. Maybe I… But then I see him. Ben.

He's standing in the middle of the pitch with the referee and Rúben Dias, Manchester City's captain today. Usually I would also give him a good look because… well. I have eyes and he is, you know. But right now those eyes can only focus on the person wearing the darker shade of blue, the one with a smile that makes my knees feel like jelly but that at the same time is what is making me walk and do what I'm supposed to. Like waving at the crowd and all that.

“Congratulations, miss” the referee says, shaking my hand. He is the bald one who looks like Iniesta according to my dad, can't remember his name.

“Thank you” I reply.

“Congratulations” Rúben Dias says next, also shaking my hand. 

“Thank you” I say, somehow managing to smile. And then…

“Congratulations… again” Ben chuckles, giving me a hug. “You look beautiful, by the way. Chelsea blue suits you” he whispers.

“Thank you” I mutter, my cheeks on fire when he moves and winks at me. 

Now this is the confident Ben Chilwell I'm used to, not he guy who starts rambling because he gets nervous while texting, which is something that still haven't been able to stop thinking about.

“Can you pose for some photos, please?” someone says behind me.

“Yes, of course” Ben says, his arm suddenly around my waist, moving me to stand between him and the referee.

“Big smiles…” the photographer says.

But I'm not able to focus my attention on him. I can only think about Ben's arm, about the way his thumb is moving on my back, kind of caressing it and trying to make me… I don't know, relax? But how can I relax when he is doing that? 

And then, when the referee moves so I am standing between him and Dias… Wow. I'm pretty sure there are many people out there who are wishing they were me right now. Though once again, I can only focus on Ben's arm, on how he has pulled me closer to him as if… Nah. It can't be. He can't be doing that because he is jealous of Dias, is he? He…

“Ok, we are done. Thank you” the photographer says, bringing me back to the real world.

“Time for that first kick” Ben says, definitely taking his time to move his arm from around my body. 

“When you are ready, miss” the referee says, putting the ball in front of me.

“Which way do I go?” I ask him.

“That way, towards the other Chelsea players.”

“You can do this, c'mon” Ben says with an encouraging smile. 

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and…

“That's it, well done!” he laughs, one of his teammates stopping the ball, the whole stadium cheering. 

“This way, miss” the staff member from earlier says.

“Yes, ummm… Nice to meet you” I say, giving a shy wave towards Dias and the referee, who reply with little nods. “Chilwell.”

“See you later” he winks. Again. How have I not tripped with my own feet after seeing that will remain a mystery.

“That was amazing, pickle!” my dad says when I join him on the tunnel.

“I just kicked a ball, dad.”

“Isn't that what they all do?” he laughs. “Anyway, let's go find our seats. I don't want to miss anything, and knowing that Haaland guy, he is able to score two goals in five minutes. Again.”

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“And… yeah. It was a good game. Still a lot of work to do, but it's just the first of the season.”

“Will we be seeing you again at Stamford Bridge?”

“My dad comes to all home games and some away ones, so I hope so” I smile.

“Looking forward to seeing you. And… we are done. Thank you very much for being so patient” the interviewer says. “You must be tired of giving interviews.”

“For my beloved Chelsea I have all the time in the world” I chuckle. “Thank you for having me.”

“Well done, pickle” my dad smiles when I join him.

“Dad, can you please stop calling me that in front of strangers?” I say, looking around. 

“Why? It is your nickname.”

“Yeah, but… it's something for family only.”

“Chelsea are our family” he says. “And speaking of that, I should probably get going if I want to make it home for dinner with your mum. Where are you meeting with the girls?”

“At the restaurant. I already have a car ready to come pick me up.”

That had been the excuse I had come up with to stay for a bit longer at Stamford Bridge before meeting with Ben for our date. Our date. I still can't believe I am going on a date with Ben fucking…

“Chilwell!” my dad suddenly says.

“What?” I say, turning around.

“Hello” Ben says with his best smile as he walks towards us. 

“Look, pickle. It's Ben Chilwell!”

“I know, dad” I say, feeling my face on fire. 

“She's a big fan of yours, you know? She even has a poster of you in her room.”

“Dad!” I gasp.

“What? It's the truth, isn't it?” he shrugs. “You look better in the picture she has, tho. What is with all that?” he says, touching his face.

“My beard?” Ben says, running a hand through it and making me want to do the same, something that doesn't help with the current temperature of my face.

“Yeah. You are in need of a shave, son.”

“We'll see” he smiles. “Did you enjoy the game? Was everything ok with your seats?”

“It was perfect” my dad says, not allowing me to talk. “We actually sat next to your mum and your sister!”

“Did you?” Ben says, acting as if he was surprised. Because my dad thinks it was Chelsea's idea to invite us here tonight, not just Ben's. How do I explain to him that I had slid into his dms and that he had suggested it after some flirting?

“We did. You have a lovely family.”

“Thank you” Ben smiles. “Anyway, I came here hoping to catch you and get a pic just the two of us, maybe see that medal up close?” he says, looking my way.

“Oh, yes. Of course” I say, finally being able to be part of the conversation.

“Cool. Rob, hey!” he says, calling for the photographer who had been with us the whole day. “Would you mind taking some photos of us together? Maybe some with my phone too?”

“Of course” the photographer says.

And while we get ready for those photos, guess what happens again?Yes, Ben puts his arm around my waist, that thumb back to its previous shenanigans and to sending waves of heat all over my body.

“May I get one too?” my dad says when we are almost done.

“It'll be my pleasure” Ben says with his best smile while I just pray for this torture to end soon. And with torture I'm not only talking about having Ben that close and everything he is making me feel. I'm also talking about my dad saying things he shouldn't and embarrassing me in front of him.

“Are we done now?” I ask.

“Why such a hurry?” my dad chuckles. “You aren't meeting with the girls until later, are you?” 

“I'm not, no. But Ben probably has plans with his friends and family, and I don't want you getting home too late. Especially when mum is waiting and you are carrying this” I say, taking off my medal.

“Wait… Can I… Ummm… Can I touch it?” Ben asks me.

“Oh, yes, sure.”

“Thank you” he says, smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning. He looks so happy. “This is amazing, isn't it? So cool. Wow.”

“You've already won some of those yourself, son” my dad chuckles.

“I have. But none of those are as big as an Olympic gold medal. I mean, the Champions League is quite big, don't get me wrong. But this one is just…” he says, inspecting the medal as if it was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen, somehow making me… emotional? What? “Thank you very much for letting me hold it. It means a lot” he says, giving it back to me.

“Don't you want a photo with it too?” my dad asks him.

“There is no need. But thank you, sir.”

“Well, then I better get going. May I?”

“Uh?” I say, being brought back into the real world once again after my dad stops whatever was going on between me and Ben after he had handed me back my medal and our fingers had touched, our eyes getting locked on each other's. 

“The medal, pickle” he chuckles.

“Oh, yes, sure. Sorry.”

“Chilwell, will you keep an eye on my girl until she has to go? I know she is in good hands with you, our vice captain! Or captain like happened tonight.”

“I will, don't worry” Ben says, giving my dad his best smile. If only he knew…

“Great. Don't forget to text us, ok?” he says, kissing my cheek.

“I won't. Love you, dad.”

“Love you too” he says before waving goodbye, walking down the tunnel and already in deep conversation with the staff member who has helped us throughout the day.

“You have a really nice dad… pickle” Ben smirks.

“Oh my God” I say, covering my face with my hands. “I can't believe you heard that.”

“Why? It's cute.”

“It isn't. It's embarrassing.”

“It's cute” he says, his hands suddenly on mine, moving them from my face and making me look at him. “Hi” he smiles.

“Hi” I whisper. 

“Did you really enjoy today?” 

“Yeah” I nod. 

“Do you want a tour of the stadium?”

“Now?”

“Now. Perks of being Chelsea's vice captain, or captain tonight like your dad said” he says.

“I… umm…”

“C'mon, say yes… pickle” Ben says with a teasing smile.

“I swear to God, Chilwell. If you call me that again, I'm leaving.”

“What? No, no, no, no. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" he apologizes, the way he is looking at me making my heart sink. "I won't say it again, I promise.”

“Thank you. And I'm sorry if that came out too… harsh. Too many emotions today.”

“I get it, don't worry. And again, I'm sorry” he says, that thumb back to caressing me. Though this time you could say it is even worse, because there is no fabric between it and my skin since he still has his hands on mine.

“Yeah, ummm… I think we should start with that tour before they close the stadium with us inside.”

“We should, yes” he says, his smile coming back and making my heart skip a beat. “Let's go” he says, letting go of one of my hands but still holding the other, interlacing our fingers except for one. That one. 

Because as he walks me down the tunnel and starts telling me all the details about the stadium, that thumb is constantly moving over my skin. And even though at first I feel like it is burning where he is touching me, after a while I stop noticing it and it feels like what I guess he was looking for since the beginning. Like something natural, something comforting. Something even… intimate, just between him and I.

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“Ben?”

“Yeah?” he says, turning to look at me as I stop walking.

“Why are we back in the tunnel?” 

“The… Oh, yes… Umm…” he says, running his free hand through his hair. Because yes, you guessed it. The other still is holding mine. 

He didn't let go of me as he showed me around the stadium and told me anecdotes about the building that I didn't know about or about things that had happened to the team since he joined them, all while sharing little moments that go from shy smiles to loud laughs that would have definitely made people give us a weird look if we hadn't been alone, and everything in between. At times he even started rambling like when we were texting, the cheekiness and confidence disappearing and his nerves taking over him like it is happening right now.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Come” he says, giving my hand a little squeeze and starting to go up the stairs that lead to the pitch.

Most of the lights have been turned off and only a couple are still on, lightning one spot in the grass. One where there is something that looks like… 

“Ben, is that… Is that what I think it is?” I ask him, stopping as we set foot on the pitch.

“If you are thinking about a picnic, it is, yes” he smiles before moving to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “My original idea was to go to a nice restaurant, but then I thought that if we didn't want to have to worry about someone recognising us and going to the press, we would have to go to one of the most exclusive ones and I wanted something more chilled for our first date. So I started thinking about different options, checked Instagram for some inspo, and came up with this.”

“Ben, I… I… I don't know what to say. I…” I mumble.

“Do you like it?”

“I do” I say, moving in his arms to face him, not expecting to end up being so close to him. To have my chest against his as I rest my hands on his arms (or his biceps to be more precise), our noses almost touching. We are so close, that I can see his freckles perfectly. So close, that just by moving a tiny bit I could kiss him if I had the guts to do it. “I love it, Ben.”

“Thank God” he says, letting out a big sigh and making us both laugh. “In case my rambling hadn't given it away, I was so nervous about this... About you not liking it... I thought that maybe it was too much, but since you have been a Chelsea girl literally since the day you were born… I don't know” he shrugs.

“It's perfect, so no need to be nervous anymore” I smile.

"Easier said than done" he chuckles.

"Uh?"

"In case you haven't noticed, you make me nervous" he says, caressing my cheek. "But in a good way."

"I... umm..." I mumble, feeling my whole face on fire. "Is this picnic the reason why you texted me the other day asking me what kind of food I Iike?” I asking, trying to change the topic of conversation.

“Yep” he says. “Who knew I wasn't the only person in this country who hadn't had Chinese yet.”

“I honestly don't understand why people made such a fuss about it” I shrug.

“Well, you are about to find out” Ben says, taking my hand again and leading me towards our little picnic set. 

“Is that… Is that a Chelsea blanket?” I laugh.

“And a Chelsea picnic basket and cutlery. Look” he says, opening it. “I had no idea they sold such random things in the gift shop” he laughs.

“Oh, this is nothing compared to what other teams sell.”

“Like?”

“I've seen a West Ham garter.”

“What?” he laughs again.

“Yeah” I shrug. “Anyway, should we sit down? Something smells really good and I can't wait to find out what it is.”

“Of course. My lady” Ben smiles, helping me sit down and making me giggle.

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“Don't tell your friends, but I still don't understand why the fuss about Chinese food.”

“Says the person currently licking her fingers after not leaving anything on her plate” Ben laughs.

“I was hungry” I shrug.

“Sure.”

“I was” I insist.

“And I said sure” he says with a teasing smile. “Are you still hungry for some dessert, tho?”

“Always.”

“Then get ready for the best tiramisu you've ever tasted.”

“Tiramisu after Chinese food?” I chuckle.

“Why not? And this is homemade.”

“Made by who? You?” I tease him.

“Nope. My mum.”

“Your mum made us tiramisu?"

"She made me tiramusi. She has no idea we are here together right now. Like your dad, she also thinks I am having dinner with my mates" he smiles. "And here” Ben says, offering me a spoon full of tiramisu. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“C'mon” he says, trying really hard to not smirk. “You are gonna love it, you'll see.”

“Ok” I say, leaning forward and doing as he says. 

“And?”

“Of my gof!”

“What?” he laughs.

“Oh my God, Ben. This is amazing!” I say again once I've managed to swallow.

“Told you” he says with a cheeky smile. “But you…” 

“Uh?”

“You have something… Let me...” he says, moving on the blanket even closer than we already are, one hand holding my face by my chin while the thumb of the other (yes, that thumb) moves over my lower lip, making me gasp. “There, perfect” he smiles.

“Thank you” I manage to say, none of us moving a single centimetre, his hand still on my face. It's like the world has stopped, like it is just me and him. And then…

“May I kiss you?” he whispers.

“Please” I whisper back before it finally happens. No more imagining how it is to feel those glorious lips of his on mine. Now it is actually happening, and it is… it is… Wow. Just wow. “Did it tickle you?”

“Uh?”

“My beard. Did it tickle you like all those girls have said?” Ben says against my lips.

“I already told you that those girls know nothing, Benjamin. But…” I say, finally making my dream of touching his beard a reality.

“But?” he asks.

“I think we should keep kissing to be sure they just talk bullshit.”

“Ok” he laughs. "May I kiss you again, then?"

"You may" I smile before he kisses me again, proving that, indeed, those girls know nothing. 

[football-and-fanfics]

Hiding the injury - Ben Chilwell

Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: Trying to hide an injury Requested by: anonymous Word count: 318 Warnings: slight mentions of injury and stitches

From the moment Ben came home after training that afternoon, you had the distinct feeling that something was off with him. He was quieter than usual, and as he helped you with cooking you couldn't help but notice how he seemed to avoid using his left arm as much as possible.

"Okay, that's it." You lay down the knife you were cutting vegetables with. "What's going on with you?" You could have sworn you heard Ben wince just now, and his face didn't look entirely pain-free. "What do you mean?" Ben was trying to look innocent, but the guilty blush already crept up on his cheeks. "You're hurting," you stated quite confidently.

Ben hesitated. You silently let him go through his internal struggle of whether or not to tell you, until he gave in. He rolled up the left sleeve of his jumper with a sigh, revealing quite a large bandage around his forearm.

"Oh my!" You gasped. "What happened?!" "I had a little accident during training." Ben shrugged, still trying to diminish the obvious injury. "I needed to get a few stitches." You frowned disbelievingly. "A few?" "Okay, ten," Ben admitted. "What?!" You exclaimed. "What... how? Why would you keep this hidden from me?"

Ben looked down a little ashamed at the bandage around his arm. "I didn't want to worry you," he mumbled in a very small voice. "Sweetie..." Your expression and voice softened. "I love how much you care for me, but you can always tell me things like this. I need you to tell me things like this." Ben slowly shook his head in apology. "I'm sorry."

Ben reached for your hand and took it in his. "And, by the way." You chuckled. "How did you think I wasn't going to notice at some point?" A lopsided grin spread across Ben's face. "Let's just say that I didn't think this all the way through."

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A Design for Love - BC

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Designer!reader

Summary: Fashion designer Yn meets footballer Ben Chilwell after her show, sparking a connection as they share passions and banter. Their chemistry flourishes despite playful interruptions from Ben’s friends, leading to plans for another meeting.

word count: 1,6 K

Yn stood at the center of London, enveloped by the electric atmosphere of a city that never slept. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets filled with people rushing to their destinations, the cacophony of chatter and laughter blending into a symphony of life. As a fashion designer, Yn thrived on this whirlwind of creativity that surrounded her, drawing inspiration from the eclectic mix of cultures and styles that adorned the city.

Today was particularly significant; she had just wrapped up presenting her latest collection at a prominent fashion show, an event that marked a pivotal moment in her burgeoning career. The venue, a stunning historical building transformed into a contemporary art space, had been buzzing with excitement and anticipation. It was a place where dreams took shape, where the air was thick with the scent of ambition and creativity.

The applause and cheers that resonated in her ears felt intoxicating. Each clap was a reminder of the countless hours she had dedicated to perfecting her designs—stitching, sketching, and dreaming. Her latest collection had been a bold statement, a fusion of daring elegance and playful rebellion. She had aimed to capture the essence of modern femininity, with pieces that challenged norms while celebrating individuality.

As she surveyed the room, her heart swelled with pride. The lights sparkled above, illuminating the vibrant colors and intricate details of her creations. Each piece had been meticulously crafted, from the delicate lace that whispered femininity to the structured silhouettes that exuded strength. She could see her designs in the hands of influencers, their fingers grazing the fabric, eyes widening in delight. This was what she had worked for—a moment of recognition, a fleeting glimpse of her dreams materializing before her eyes.

After the show, the atmosphere shifted into one of celebration. Yn mingled with fellow designers, industry insiders, and fashion enthusiasts, exchanging compliments and stories. The buzz of conversation surrounded her like a warm blanket, yet beneath the surface, a small part of her felt unfulfilled. The glitz and glamour were alluring, but what she truly craved was a genuine connection—a kindred spirit who understood the artistry behind her creations.

As the night wore on, she felt a familiar buzz in her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she saw a message from Ben Chilwell. They had met a few months ago at a charity event, where their interaction had been brief but memorable. She recalled the way he had effortlessly commanded the room, his laughter infectious and his presence magnetic.

“Hey Yn I loved your collection at the show. "Let’s celebrate soon?” the message read.

A smile crept across her face, warmth blooming in her chest. This was unexpected, yet not unwelcome. There was something about Ben—the way he carried himself, his easy charm, and the passion he had for football—that intrigued her. However, she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. For now, this was an opportunity to enjoy the company of someone she admired without overthinking it.

Before she could respond, a figure caught her eye. Ben stood across the room, surrounded by his friends Tom, Recce, Harvey, and Mason. Their laughter echoed in the air, drawing her closer. Yn felt a rush of nerves as she approached them, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

“Yn You made it!” Ben exclaimed, his face lighting up as he spotted her. He was even more charming up close, with his bright eyes and infectious smile that made her feel at ease.

“Congratulations on the show!” Harvey chimed in, his enthusiasm evident. “I’ve seen a few snippets online, and it looks incredible.”

“Thank you!” Yn replied, feeling a surge of gratitude. “It was a labor of love, for sure.”

“Labor of love?” Mason teased, leaning in with a smirk.

“More like a labor of art! I’m telling you, your designs are going to take the fashion world by storm.”

Yn chuckled, enjoying their light-hearted banter. “I appreciate that, really. I just want to create pieces that make people feel good about themselves.”

Ben nodded, his expression sincere. “And you definitely succeeded. I was blown away. You’ve got something special, YN.”

The compliments flowed around her, and she felt her confidence soar. She glanced at Ben, catching his gaze, and for a moment, the noise of the room faded into the background. It was just the two of them, locked in a moment of understanding.

“So, what’s next for you?” Tom asked, breaking the spell. “Any big plans after this show?”

Yn took a sip of her drink, savoring the opportunity to share her aspirations. “I’m working on expanding my brand, maybe even launching an online store. I want to make my designs accessible to more people. And I have some ideas for a new collection brewing in my mind.”

“Sounds exciting!” Recce interjected, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. “Do you have a theme in mind for the new collection?”

Yn nodded, her passion igniting as she spoke. “I want to explore the concept of duality—how we all have different sides to our personalities and how that reflects in fashion. I think it’s important to embrace every part of who we are.”

“Now that’s intriguing,” Mason said, his eyebrows raised in interest. “Are you thinking of combining different styles?”

“Exactly! Mixing classic elegance with streetwear, incorporating bold patterns with soft fabrics,” Yn explained, her excitement evident. “It’s all about breaking boundaries and challenging the conventional notions of what fashion should be.”

Ben leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever designed? I bet you have some wild stories.”

Yn laughed, her mind racing back to her earlier days as a designer. “Oh, I do! I once created a dress that was so daring it turned heads for all the wrong reasons. I had to use double-sided tape to keep it from slipping! It was a total disaster, but it made for a great story.”

The group erupted in laughter, and Ben shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “I’d love to see that! But seriously, if you could design anything without limits, what would it be?”

Yn paused for a moment, allowing her imagination to run wild. “I think I’d create a collection that embodies pure freedom—a mix of avant-garde and street style that challenges norms. Something that speaks to the boldness within us all.”

“I can see that,” Ben said, his voice thoughtful. “Fashion is a reflection of who we are. You’ve got to follow that vision, in fashion and in life.”

Their eyes locked for a moment, and Yn felt a connection—an understanding that transcended the superficiality of the night. It was as if they were speaking a language only they could comprehend, rich with mutual respect and admiration.

As the evening unfolded, the group continued to tease and banter, each story shared deepening the bond between them. They talked about their childhood dreams, the sacrifices they had made to pursue their passions, and the challenges that came with success. YN found herself opening up about her journey—how she had spent years honing her craft, the struggles she faced in a competitive industry, and her unwavering determination to carve a space for herself.

“I remember being terrified at my first show,” Yn confessed, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “I was convinced no one would care about my designs. But once I stepped out there and saw the audience, I felt a rush of adrenaline. It was exhilarating.”

“You’ve come a long way since then,” Tom remarked, his admiration evident. “And it’s inspiring to see how dedicated you are.”

“Yeah, it takes a lot of courage to put your work out there,” Recce added. “Not everyone has that kind of passion.”

Yn smiled, grateful for their support. “I think it’s all about believing in yourself and your vision. There will always be setbacks, but each one is an opportunity to learn and grow.”

As the night continued, the conversation shifted to their lives outside of work. Ben shared stories about his football career, the exhilarating highs of victory, and the crushing lows of defeat. His passion for the game was palpable, and Yn found herself hanging onto his every word, captivated by the way he described the rush of scoring a goal and the camaraderie shared with his teammates.

“I love the thrill of the game,” Ben said, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. “It’s not just about the win; it’s the whole journey—the training, the friendships, the moments that define who you are as a player and a person.”

Harvey nodded in agreement. “And the pressure that comes with it can be insane. It’s a constant battle to stay at the top of your game.”

Yn felt a surge of admiration for the dedication and discipline that Ben and his friends exhibited. “It sounds like an incredible experience. I can’t imagine the adrenaline rush you must feel during a match.”

“It’s exhilarating,” Ben replied, a hint of a smile on his lips. “But it’s also a lot of hard work. You have to constantly push yourself to improve, to adapt. Just like in fashion, you have to stay ahead of the trends.”

“Exactly!” Yn exclaimed, delighted by the comparison. “Fashion is always evolving, and as a designer, you have to be willing to take risks and innovate.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a beautiful dance of ideas and experiences that made Yn feel alive. She was grateful for the camaraderie, the way they made her feel seen and valued.

As the evening deepened, the playful teasing among the group transformed into deeper discussions about their dreams and aspirations. Yn felt a connection blossoming not only with Ben but with his friends as well. They were a tight-knit group, supportive and encouraging, and she found herself enjoying their company more than she had anticipated

Note: This is my first story, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes. I would greatly appreciate any feedback, both on the story itself and on what you think of it.

[carlottawllms]

We’ll Be Alright

Ben Chilwell x Reader Angst / Fluff Word Count: 6.1K

Just a little something to get us through the injury bc I felt like I needed to baby him. Obvs I know with this kind of injury Ben probably doesn’t need as much help as I’ve made it look like, but for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend it was absolutely necessary.

Enjoy <3 And as always, feedback is very much appreciated!  

You hatted missing Ben’s games. Not being able to go and having to watch from home was bad enough, but not even being able to watch at all because of work was a different kind of annoying.

When your boss had asked you yesterday shortly before closing time if you could come to the office today – a Saturday – because the preparation for an important court hearing needed a bit more work, you’d thought that you could simply drive to the stadium directly afterwards and attend the game, but now it was 2:45pm, 15 minutes before kick-off, and you were still sitting at your desk, staring at the case with your colleague Ella, an no end in sight.

“I can finish the rest on my own, y/n.”, she smiled at you as she’d caught your gaze traveling to the clock a good five times within the last three minutes. “When you leave now, you won’t miss more than 10 minutes.”

“That’s very nice of you, but no.”, you declined. “There’s still a ton of things to look through and I won’t leave you alone with it. Ben knows I won’t be there today.”

“But I know you much you hate missing the games. C’mon, just leave, I’ll be fine and-“

“Ella no. I’ll survive missing one game and so will Ben.”, you laughed. “I appreciate it, but they have another game at the Bridge next weekend where I’ll get to watch him play and hundreds more afterwards.”

You didn't know how wrong you were and that you wouldn’t be watching any of his games anytime soon when you stuck your nose back into the papers to find more arguments for your client. You didn’t know what the following week would hold for you and that your relationship would be put to the test.

Ben and you had been together for about a year now and up until today, you were still baffled that he’d managed to wrap you around his finger.

Not because he wasn’t the type of man you were into – he most certainly was – but because after having grown up in a family where everyone was crazily obsessed with football, you’d sworn yourself to stay as far away from the sport as possible.

And it had worked pretty well. You’d moved out and into your own flat, started university and found new friends with new free time activities. Throughout the years you’d graduated, become a lawyer and all that without ever having watched a minute of football again.

And then there’d been the fateful day. On a sunny random Tuesday morning, you’d had an appointment with a client in Cobham. Your car had been parked on the street and when the appointment had eventually been over, someone had been waiting next to your car.

Ben.

He hadn't been paying attention when he’d pulled out of the parking space and hit your car. Nothing more than a bit of a bigger scratch, but as an apology he’d invited you to dinner. You’d said no like three times, but Ben had insisted and eventually you’d said yes to get him out of your hair. He’d taken you on that date, had very much swept you off your feet and the rest was history.

And well, Ben was also the reason why you weren't just surrounded by football again, but actually interested in it. You kept up with the results week by week, you knew the rules and lately you’d found yourself getting upset when Chelsea lost. Not just because of Ben, but because you started to care about the club.

Startled out of your thoughts, your gaze wondered over to where your phone had started ringing and the moment you caught sight of the cute selfie of Ben you’d set as his profile picture flashing up on your screen, your stomach dropped.

He’d never called you during a game before. Not even when he’d been subbed off and the fact, he did now made you feel cold all over.

Even Ella looked a little panicked as you exchanged a look with her.

“Ben?” You tried to hide the worry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being very wrong.

“y/n, hi, it’s Levi.”

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Less than 20 minutes after the call you arrived at the Bridge where Levi was waiting for you at the players’ entrance.

As far as you knew, Ben had done something to his hamstring and apparently it didn’t look good at all, but Levi couldn’t tell you any more than that, so the drive had been pure agony and you’d been close to shouting at the uber driver to go quicker a couple of times.

It hadn't been that long ago that Ben had been out because of an injury and now it seemed that he was facing a spell on the sidelines again. Your heart hurt for him – even more so because lately things hadn’t been going his way at all with the new manager playing him out of position or benching him altogether. And now that he was finally back where he belonged, he ended up in the arms of the doctor again.

“y/n, hi. It’s good you’re here.”, Levi pulled you into a quick an much needed hug. “We thought his parents might be, but someone said they’re on holidays?”

You nodded. “Yeah they are and Alex is still in France. Thank you for calling me. How is he?”

“I’m not sure.”, he shrugged, lips pulled into a straight line. “I haven’t spoken to him or anyone, I think they’re still assessing him, but when he came off he said it was bad, so we don’t have much hope to be honest.”

“Shit.”, you sighed. “This season’s just started in the worst way possible for him. Well, for all of you, but you know what I mean.”

“It definitely feels like it.”, Levi agreed reluctantly. “C’mon, I’ll take you to him.”

The tall defender wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you through the seemingly endless corridors of Stamford Bridge.

Just like the drive here, the walk to the physio room seemed to be a never ending one and whilst Levi tried his best to keep your spirits up, the closer you got to Ben, the more your heart started pounding.

You remembered well how badly Ben had taken the last injury. He’d tried to be positive and obviously he’d worked hard for his comeback and eventually made it through, but the whole thing had taken a big toll on him. You could only imagine how difficult it had to be to get back on the pitch and trust your body enough to give 100% and throw yourself into the tackles, only to be cruelly pushed back to the start.

“If you need anything, just send someone okay?” Levi hugged you quickly. “I’ll check in with you later. Let me know if I can do anything.”

“Thank you, Levi.”, you smiled, truly grateful he’d become one of your closest friends ever since being back from Brighton.

You gently knocked on the door before entering. Ben was lying on one of the beds, his right arm draped over his face in an attempt to hide away from the cruel world. The bad leg was bent, a physio hovering over your boyfriend to assess his thigh.

“Okay, so we need to run a few more tests tomorrow, but from what I can say, it’s definitely the hamstring and it will take a while. I can’t give a timeframe yet, but we should know tomorrow. If you need anything, give me a call Ben.”

When Ben moved his arm and nodded, you caught the blank expression on his face. His lips pulled into a straight line, eyes pale and empty and it seemed as if despite acknowledging it, nothing the physio just said, had actually reached him.

“Oh, hi y/n. You can take him home whenever he’s ready. I’ll inform the others and book the tests in for tomorrow 11. Is that fine with you?”

“Sure, no problem. Thank you.”

With a pat to your shoulder and an encouraging smile, the physio left the room. The following silence was deafening. All that could be heard in the quiet room was Ben’s and your breathing. Your boyfriend didn’t spare you so much as a glance when he hoisted himself up in a sitting position, the pain evident on his face as he moved his leg, and if you weren’t unfortunately familiar with it all, you’d probably feel a little hurt by his actions.

Knowing him and having been through this before, you didn’t try to start a conversation. Instead, you just went into the dressing room and packed the duffle bag he always brought, whilst Ben quickly took a shower.

You hated being in this situation. Not just because he was hurt, but also because you couldn’t really help him. There was nothing you could do to take the pain – the physical and mental one – away of bring him back on the pitch. Being there and holding his hand through it all was something, but you knew it would never be enough.

Once Ben was out of the shower and dressed in his Chelsea tracksuit, he reluctantly grabbed the crutches and followed you to his car. As you went to help him get into the car, he only gave you a pointed look and with a sigh, you gave up, walked around the car and got in yourself.

With a grunt, Ben slumped into the seat, crutches clattering against the car’s interior, and you really had to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at his stupidly stubborn behaviour.

One of the first things you’d learned about him when you started dating, was that he found it very difficult to accept help. Deep down, he knew he couldn't do everything on his own, but it took him a lot to actually admit it and let you see his vulnerable side.

You could still vividly remember the day he’d finally confessed to you about going to therapy. Not that there was anything wrong with that, quite the contrary as you were very proud of him to seek help and talk about it, but at first, he’d felt like a failure. He’d always had the impression that you had your entire life under control - and his, too - and telling you that he was struggling had taken a bit of time.

The drive was quiet. Ben was basically trying to hide in the seat, head turned towards the window with his thoughts probably all over the place and it made your heart hurt even more. He’d been through so much, so seeing him like this again, knocked to the ground and looking like a kicked puppy trapped in this seemingly never-ending cycle, made you want to wrap him up and protect him from all evil of the world.

It was about ten minutes into the drive, that you felt Ben’s hand creeping up your leg and squeezing your thigh gently. His way of saying sorry.

“Thank you for coming.”, he whispered and the way he sounded so sad just broke your heart into a million pieces.

“That’s okay.”, you smiled. “You know I’ll always be there for you.”  

For the remainder of the drive, the two of you lapsed again into silence. This time a more comfortable one though. Ben had grabbed your free hand in his and played with your fingers, an action that never failed to calm him down, whilst you steered his big ass car through London’s busy streets.

“Anything you’d like to eat?”

Ben just shrugged, genuinely not knowing what he wanted or if he even wanted to have anything. The injury and uncertainty about the length of the outage gnawed at him and whilst all he wanted was go to bed and pretend nothing of this ever happened, he knew you’d never let him. You’d grant him an hour or maybe two of self-pity and sadness and then you’d be on his toes constantly, trying to prevent him from falling down the rabbit hole.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Once you arrived at his, you made sure he got in safely and had everything he needed before going home yourself to grab a couple of things you’d need.

As your relationship hadn’t started until around a year ago, the two of you didn’t live together yet and so far, the subject of moving in together hadn’t really come up either. Technically, you’d love to move in with him and be around him way more often than now, especially as his hectic schedule and your 9-to-5 didn’t necessarily make it easy to spend time together. At times you felt as if he was free whenever you weren’t and vice versa. You hated it.

And you felt that moving in together would solve the problem. At least to an extent. You’d be able to wake up and go to bed together, lounge in front of the tv and cuddle without the looming thought of one having to leave at some point.

But then there was this one thing that made it all a bit difficult: the salary difference.

Ben lived in this insanely huge house that you didn't even know if he rented or bought, and you couldn't afford a quarter of it on your normal salary if you tried. Moving in with him would feel like you were living off his money, and you were afraid that one day he might think that too.

But moving into an apartment you could afford was probably out of the question for Ben. Not that he’d ever implied that, but you just had a feeling that he wouldn’t be exactly thrilled about it. Also, he’d never talked about it either, so you weren’t even sure moving in with you was something that he could picture anytime soon.

With your overnight bag hanging from your shoulder and a bag of snacks and pick-me-ups in your hand, you got back to Ben’s and to your big surprise, he’d not vanished upstairs. Instead, he was looking a bit like a human burrito from the way he was wrapped up in the fluffy blanket you’d gotten him as a just-because-gift earlier this month.

“Hi baby.”, you said softly, brushing through his hair as you squatted down in front of him. “I got you your favourite iced tea and a few snacks for later. I’ll make us some food, yeah?”

“Mhm.”, he hummed, not even looking you in the eyes, but you could tell he liked the feeling of your fingers running through his hair.

“Tell me if you need anything.”

With a kiss to his forehead, you disappeared into the kitchen. On your way back to Ben’s you’d racked your brain for some sort of soul food and lasagna had ended up being the dinner to go for.

From his mum you knew how much he loved it and that it had been his favourite food ever since he was a kid, but him being a professional footballer on a strict diet, his nutritionist would murder him for having it too often. Hence, why the two of you hadn’t had it in forever. But now with the disappointment over the fresh injury, lasagna was the perfect choice.

For a while, you kept working away in silence, chopping the ingredients and preparing everything you needed. Normally, the radio would be playing, filling the kitchen with happy songs to sway away to, but as you didn’t want to disturb Ben in the living room, you kept it off.

He needed a bit of time to process it all, get his head around what it meant and that he had to start from the bottom again, so you let him be for a while.

You didn’t know for how long you were in the kitchen, but when you’d just dried the last pot, you felt a warm body brushing up against your back. “Sorry.”, Ben whispered into your neck as his arms wrapped around your middle and squeezed your gently. “I needed a moment. Can I help you with something?”

You dropped your head back against his shoulder, hands grabbing onto his arms. “That’s okay, baby. And no, it’s all done. Food should be ready in five.”

“Is it lasagna?” His lips gently traced along your jaw before placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah. We haven’t had it in forever and I know you love it.”, you smiled. “You’re hungry?”

“Very much so.” And just in that moment his tummy grumbled angrily, making you both chuckle.

Wanting to see his face, you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingertips gently running through his hair. The fond smile on his face couldn’t hide the fact that he was still incredibly sad, but it was better than nothing.  

“Perfect. Want to go and sit down? I’ll bring it in.”

Ben closed his eyes when you brushed a stray strand of hair out of his face, fingertips just about caressing his smooth skin.

“Give me a kiss first?”, he asked shyly, eyes dropping to your lips and when you pulled them into a gentle smile, Ben leaned in. His mouth brushed yours in the softest of kisses before applying a little more pressure. You kissed him back immediately, putting as much love in the kiss as possible in an attempt to make him feel a little better and when his smile broke the kiss, you knew you’d succeeded.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, too Benji.”

-

Throughout the next days, you tried to show your support as best as you could. After having spoken about it to Ben, you’d convinced your boss to let you work from home so you could keep an eye on your boyfriend and help him with the household so he could rest his leg as much as possible.

In the first couple of days, everything had been fine. You’d driven him to physio sessions at Cobham, held his hand when the doctors had announced the devastating news of him facing about two months on the sidelines and made sure he got through the day without spiralling.

But then about two days ago, Ben had become a little distant. You’d blamed it on everything catching up with him and the realisation just kicking in, but when he’d pulled away more and more, not even kissing you good morning anymore, you’d started to wonder if you being here was too much for him.

You didn’t want to be over the top or annoying and clingy. You didn’t want to make him feel as if he couldn’t do things on his own anymore, so you took a step back.

Instead of making breakfast for the both of you, you only mad some for yourself, having it in front of your computer in the guest bedroom that had become your makeshift workplace. For lunch you still asked if he wanted something, but whenever you didn’t get a reply, you simply made a portion for yourself and put the other half into the fridge for whenever Ben felt like eating.

Deep down you knew it was just because of the current situation and had nothing to do with you, but that didn’t mean his behaviour didn’t hurt. You knew talking about his feelings wasn’t his strong point and you’d never force him to, but you still wished he would let you in a little more; let you help by being there, holding his hand and providing him with love and support.

But the more days passed, the worse got his attitude. He’d already had a tiny fight with his mum over the phone, sent about three teammates away, who’d simply wanted to check in with him and then yesterday, when Mase had called, he’d told him he didn’t want to talk and hung up.

To say he was awful to be around at the moment would be an understatement.

It was day five of living with him and your patience started to run incredibly low. After having woken up to his annoying behaviour, you’d decided to get dressed for some grocery shopping. Actually, you didn’t need anything, but after days of being confronted with the same mopy ass, you needed a breather.

You just hadn’t expected that to be the reason why Ben eventually exploded. He was sat on the sofa, staring at the tv without properly focussing on the series he’d put on when you came downstairs.

“I’ll head to the shops real quick. Do you need anything, Benji?”, you asked, brushing through his hair and sending him a smile as you passed him.

“Just go and stop annoying me.”, he mumbled, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. Surely there was no way he’d just say that?

“I beg your pardon?” You raised an eyebrow when you turned and faced him, giving him the chance to take back his words, but from the cold expression in his eyes you knew he wouldn’t.

“I said just go and stop annoying me.”, Ben repeated as he stared you dead in the eyes.

“Ben I-“

“All week, you’ve been in my hair, annoying the shit out of me with your constant babying. Telling me to take my meds here, cooking lunch for me there, staying here as if I’m some sort of idiot who’s not capable of living on his own.”

“I know you’re frustrated Ben, trust me I really understand-“, you tried, heart dropping to your tummy, but Ben was far too angry to even give you the chance to say something.

“No you don’t, y/n. You could never understand because you’ve never been in this situation. You don’t know what it means!”

“Except I do, Ben!”, you hissed as you grew more agitated by the second. “You’ve been through this before and I was there too, remember?”

“How could I forget, huh? It was the same shitshow as right now.”, he sneered causing a cold shiver to roll down your spine. “There’s no need for you to be here all the time. I’ve survived things like this before you and I’m perfectly fine on my own, you know? I don’t know why you think you need to be around me all the time, but I don’t need you. What I need is time to breathe, fucking hell!”

His sudden outburst left you paralysed and feeling hot all over, hands shaking by your sides as you tried to hold your tears at bay.

His previous behaviour had hurt a lot already, but his words now just felt like daggers straight into your heart. Your mum had always said that words could act like weapons, but up until now, you’d never understood what she’d meant.

I don’t need you. You didn’t think any sentence had ever hurt this much.

The following silence was deafening, but it also gave you the time to take a breath and think about what to say. You’d experienced him talking like this to his teammates, his best friend and even his mum, but you refused to let him speak like this to you.

“I’m truly hoping you didn’t mean what you said and that it’s just the frustration speaking.”, you stated quietly, but firmly. “I never meant-“

“Yeah but you-“

“Let me speak.”, you snapped, a furious expression on your face when Ben tried to interrupt you again. “I never meant to bug you or make you feel like you can't do anything on your own. It's all about communication, you know? You could have just told me. I fucking asked you if you wanted me to work from here and you said yes, Ben. An honest no would’ve done the trick with no damage done. Why didn't you tell me yesterday or the day before that you needed space? You know me, I would have understood.”

A small moment of silence filled the room when you forced the tears back inside. Your voice was a little wobbly, but you were determined to make it through your little speech before you left.  

“I really hope I'm not wrong and that all that you said was just out of frustration, but still, I refuse to put up with it. I’m not your emotional punching bag, Ben, I'm your girlfriend.” Angrily, you wiped a stray tear from your cheek. “I’ll leave you to it now and give you the space you want. Maybe think about what you said and if this relationship is still what you want.”

You could feel Ben’s eyes on you as you grabbed your phone from the table and left the living room. A tiny part inside of you was hoping for him to call for you and ask you to stay, but he never did. The only sound was the front door falling shut behind you. And that was all it took for the waterworks to start.

You couldn't remember ever having felt this hurt. Your past relationship had been a happy one and you’d only split in the end because you’d grown apart. Disappointment or hurt had never been part of it and for the past year you’d never experienced any of that with Ben either, so hearing from him, from the person you could imagine having by your side forever, that he didn’t need you and that you were too much, hurt. A lot.

Driving home proved to be difficult with the never-ending tears falling down your cheeks, but somehow, you made it back safely. You turned your phone off the moment you got home and wasted no time in flopping down on your bed, curled into yourself as sobs shook your body.

It wasn’t just the things he’d said to you. It was also the worry eating you alive from the inside, the worry he might not make it out of that whole this time. And the looming fear that this was the end of your perfect relationship, that the man you wanted to build a family with had slipped through your fingers.

For hours you stayed in bed, motionless, just staring at the ceiling with memories of Ben and you happily together flowing through your mind. You knew this didn’t necessarily mean the relationship was over. The two of you just needed to talk, say sorry and hug, but right now in this moment it all felt so far away.

Ben felt so far away.

You didn’t know for how long you ended up not moving an inch, but when someone knocked at your door, the sun shining through your window had already set. Your head hurt from all the crying and as you hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast, you felt a little dizzy as well as you brought yourself into an upright position.

For a moment you considered not answering the door, but whoever it was, was relentless as the knocking never stopped and when you eventually opened the door, you were more than surprised.

With red-rimmed eyes and blotchy cheeks, Ben stood on your doorstep, holding on to his crutches and the sight of him all sad had your tummy dropping.

“Ben…what-“

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered as a tear fell down his cheek and that was all it took for you to usher him inside. You didn’t need your neighbours to witness it all.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean it. I got in my head and…and…I’m so fucking sorry, please don’t hate me.” Ben dropped his head as more tears started to fall, ashamed of himself and how he’d treated you out of all people. “I never meant for it…it to…to…”

“Benji, hey, it’s okay. C’mere.” You were quick in stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck carefully and the moment he felt you brushing up against his body, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. The crutches cluttered to the ground as he circled your waist tightly, but neither of you cared.

After days of days of going without each other’s touch and proximity, the hug worked wonders, mending small parts of your bruised hearts.  

Ben’s body shook from sobs and you tried your best to calm him down with running your fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp, but days’ worth of holding in the tears, desperation and pain had taken a toll on him.

For a rather long while, the two of you remained in your hallway, holding on to each other for dear life whilst letting the tears flow freely and only when Ben pulled away carefully, did you loosen your grip around him. You grabbed his face between your hands, thumbs gently wiping at the remaining tears and when he sent you a soft smile, you felt a little better.

You would be okay.

“Let’s sit down and talk a little, hm?”

He followed you into your flat before flopping down onto your sofa and the moment the crutches were out of the way, he held his hand out for you, effectively pulling you right next to him.

“I know sorry isn’t enough for what happened back at mine, but I really need you to know that I am.”, he told you with your hands in his, thumbs gently brushing over your knuckles. “I didn’t mean any of it, I promise you, love. I don’t even want to try and explain it, even less excuse it because there is no excuse for any of the things I’ve said. I’m just so fucking sorry, y/n.”

You nodded slowly, focussing on how soft his skin felt against yours. He was sorry and you believed him, but sorry didn’t settle all the worry and uneasiness inside of you.

“You said you don’t need me.”, you mumbled, eyes welling up with fresh tears at the memory of the moment those words had left Ben’s mouth. “You made me feel like I’m too much. I never meant to be too much, I just-“

“You’re not too much, baby.”, he breathed, pulling you into his chest. He cradled the back of your head in an attempt to hold you as close to him as possible as the thought of having made you feel like this had his heart breaking. “God, you’re everything but. You’re so perfect and so caring and I love it so much. I love you so much, y/n.”

Ben let you hide in his chest for a little while longer before he pulled away and gently cupped your cheek in his hand.

“You could never be too much, love.”, he told you sincerely. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and when you left, I was devastated. I knew straight away that I’d fucked up and that I’d just single-handedly put our whole relationship in doubt and I’m so very sorry for that.”

Ben softly pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You’ve been perfect this week, I need you to know that. When you asked me if I wanted you to stay and I said yes, I meant that. Never during this week have you overstepped or made me feel as if I couldn’t do things on my own, you just looked out for me and supported me, and I appreciate that more than you will ever understand. I promise you, you’ve never been too much or held me back from breathing freely. You’ve been perfect and I loved having you around so much.”

“But what happened?”

Ben dropped his head ashamedly and sighed. He knew he should’ve just talked to you. “Shortly before you came downstairs, Reece messaged me and told me about the newest things he’d heard at Cobham. Apparently, they’re planning to sign a perfect leftback in January and I think that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, you know? I was overwhelmed and annoyed and so fucking disappointed and I would’ve snapped at anyone coming my way. I’m sorry it was you.”

“Benji.”, you sighed. Your tummy churned uncomfortably as you could only imagined how devastating that news must’ve been. “I’m so sorry for that. I know I can’t change any of what Chelsea is up to, but I promise you whatever happens, I’ll be right there with you, okay? We’ll get through it together.”  

“Thank you.”, he smiled softly, before his gaze turned serious again. “It’s still no excuse for how I spoke to you and what I said. I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Ben. You’ve had a really bad week and no that doesn’t make any of the things better, but it didn’t necessarily help with the situation either. It was a little too much and sometimes that happens, but next time you feel like you’re on the brink of exploding just speak to me, yeah?”

“I promise.”, he chuckled before leaning in to kiss you softly. It was the first proper kiss in a few days and he could feel the tingling all over his body. He’d missed you so much and he hated himself for distancing himself from you.

“There’s something else though.”, Ben admitted as he pulled away. “This is probably not the best time as I just had to turn into the biggest idiot the world has ever seen, but I feel like it could settle your worries a little, you know?”

You tilted your head to the side a little, curious of what he was about to ask. “Shoot.”

“Actually, before that…you said I should think about whether or not this relationship is still what I want, but y/n I don’t need time to think about that. I know I want this, you. I love you, y/n and there’s nothing that I want more than to be with you and have you by my side for as long as you want me, okay?”

With his thumbs he brushed the tops of your cheeks, a fond smile on his lips and his heart thundering in his chest.

The more he looked at you, the less he could believe you’d chosen him. You were such a beautiful person, inside out and you could be with anyone, but out of all people you’d said yes to being with him. And even now after he’d said the worst things to you, you were willing to stay with him.

“There was something else you wanted to say?”, you reminded him gently after a few minutes of complete silence.

“Oh…yes. Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now but being honest I’ve been bricking it and kept pushing it to the next day.”, he laughed with slightly blushed cheeks. “I erm…I was wondering if maybe erm…you’d like to erm…move in with me?”

Ben watched you staring at him in a mixture of surprise and shock, but the small smile creeping onto your lips gave him a little hope that he hadn’t fucked it completely.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I am, you muppet.”, he laughed, nudging his nose against yours. “I’d love to have you around all the time. Go to bed and wake up with you in my arms, having you there when I get home or coming home before you and getting to wait for you. The thought of living with you makes me so incredibly happy, y/n, you have no idea. I’d love for you to move in, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I know I can be difficult and we-“

“Ben.”, you interrupted him quickly, chuckling quietly at his nervous rambling. “I’d love to move in with you.” You could see his face dropping slightly in disappointment as he was obviously expecting the but. “It’s just that…you earn so much more than I do obviously, and I don’t want to live off your money and it’s…I don’t know it’s been plaguing my mind for a while.”

“I understand.”, he said and the soft smile on his face eased your worries a little. “You know don’t think you’re living off my money. Never have and never will, but I get what you mean and I’m sure we can find a solution that works for you too, okay? We can discuss the details and figure it out, but love, I just want us to live together.”

For a second, you simply looked at him. At the sheer excitement in his eyes and the small smile on his lips and although the concerns about the financial part of it all were still looming in the back of your head, you couldn’t help but nod.

“Okay. I’ll move in then.”

The bright, fond smile on Ben’s face had your heart stumbling in your chest and when he leaned in to kiss you again, that familiar warmth spread through your whole body. The kiss was messy and interrupted by both of your smiles and laughs multiple times, but neither of you minded.

You’d move in with Ben. You’d move in with the best person you’d ever met; with your person.  

“I love you, y/n.”, he whispered against your lips. “So very much.”

“And I love you.”

“Even though I can be a bit of an idiot sometimes?”

“Yes.”, you laughed. “Because you’re my idiot. And I can’t believe I get to live with my idiot.”

“I can’t wait.”, Ben smiled as he laid back on the sofa and pulled you right on top of him. “I really can’t wait.”

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I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading this. You would make my day if you left a little feedback so I can see what you liked and what I can improve on 🩷

[babygirlbenji]

What Does Love Sound Like? - Ben Chilwell

a/n this is heavily inspired by this song from anyone but you!! it makes me sob anyway here is something super short but very sweet i cooked up for ya <3 mwah

For many years, Ben had wondered what love would feel like. What love would sound like. He had had relationships here and there, of course, but none of them ever filled that void, that chasm in his chest of what love truly felt like. What it sounded like. 

But then he met you. And it was like all of his answers came at once. 

He realised that love felt like your arms wrapping around his neck after a long time apart. It felt like your hand fitting perfectly into his as you walked to the shops on a sunny June day. It felt like your sleeping body on his as he ran his fingers through your hair. Love felt like looking at you across the dining table as you chatted with his mum. It felt a little bit like watching you get ready for work, carefully applying your makeup to accentuate your already stunningly beautiful features. It felt a bit like the peace he felt as you read your book while he played FIFA with the boys, occasionally looking over at you and smiled softly. It felt like the warm, fuzzy feeling he got when he came home from a win to a homemade dinner made by you, the table set with cutlery and a couple of candles. It felt like the emotion he felt seeing you interact with kids, knowing that you would be the best mummy to your little ones when the time came. Love felt like the nerves but excitement he felt when he got down on one knee to ask for your hand forever. It felt like him getting up in the night to feed your little one as you were just simply too exhausted. 

He realised that love sounded like your cheers when you won at MarioKart, and all he could do was laugh. It sounded like you saying ‘I love you, Benji’ casually before bed, before you left for work, before he went to a game. It sounded like you trying to train Oscar to give paw, telling him what a good boy he was when he finally succeeded. It sounded like you singing to ABBA in the kitchen while you made dinner, not realising that he had come home early. It sounded like your giggles as you doubled over with laughter at your own joke, which in turn made him laugh more than the joke itself. It also sounded like your car pulling into the driveway, knowing that loving hugs and gentle kisses were mere moments away. It sounded like your gentle snores filling the room as he fell asleep, curled up next to you. It sounded like your teary voice saying ‘I couldn’t sleep’ after an argument, finding him on the sofa in the living room. Love sounded like your families cheering as you kissed for the first time as husband and wife. It sounded like the screaming cries of your first born child, making their appearance into the world known with the strongest pair of lungs the doctors had ever known. 

Ben had wished for a magical love for years. An all-encompassing, sweep-you-off-your-feet kind of love. And boy, was he going to treasure it and you for the rest of his life. 

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Bonus chapter 2

Author’s note: This chapter is a long one compared to what I usually write, but I feel like it made sense to have it all in just one and not make two since everything revolves around the same topic, and there are some time jumps that I hope aren't too confusing. I also am still working on the third and last one (was supposed to finish it last night during the champions league game, but things happened 😅), though I think I can have it ready for next Thursday. Fingers crossed 🤞🏻 Hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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A few years after the previous chapter...

“I think I'm getting the watch, Chilly. I… Chilly?” Mason said, looking around. “Please wrap it for me. Thank you” he said to the jeweller's shop assistant before joining his friend. “Benjamin!”

“Bloody hell, Mason” Ben said, his hand instinctively moving to his heart. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Shit, sorry. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, don't worry. What happened?”

“That I was calling you and you weren't listening. What were you so interested… No!” Mason gasped.

“It isn't what it looks like.”

“Isn't it?” he laughed. “Chilly, you were checking engagement rings! Are you thinking about proposing to June?”

“What? No!”

“Oh, so you were checking them just for fun.”

“Yeah” Ben shrugged.

“You are such a bad liar, Benjamin” he laughed again. “Tell me all about it.”

“About what?”

“About how you are going to ask June to marry you!”

“Shh, lower down your voice!” he said, looking around. The shop was almost empty, but if someone recognised them…

“Ok, ok. How are you going to do it?” Mason whisperer.

“I'm not going to do it.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because June doesn't want to marry me” Ben said.

“Bullshit, Chilly. June is madly in love with you! And you told me that she had confessed that she wanted to start a family with you one day.”

“She did, yes. But she never mentioned getting married, and that was when we moved in together a few years ago. Now…”

“Now nothing has changed. If you ask me, it has actually gotten worse, because when you guys started dating, you weren't as cheesy and annoying as you are now.”

“We are what?” Ben laughed.

“Cheesy and annoying. Sometimes I fear I may end up having a sugar rush just by looking at you.”

“Sure.”

“I'm being serious, Chilly. If you ask June to marry you, she is gonna say yes. I have zero doubts about it.”

“I don't know, Mason…” he sighed. “Because I've brought up the topic a few times since Vittoria got engaged, and she's always ignored me and started to talk about something else. It's like she avoids it.”

“What do you mean?”

“After Vitto’s engagement party I asked her about the ring, if it was her style and if she liked it, and she gave me a vague answer and started to talk about the food. Same after she came back from going wedding dress shopping for the first time with her and after she told us they were going to get married in Italy. I asked her if she liked any of that for herself, and she changed the topic. And do you know why, Mason? Because she doesn't want to marry me.”

“Ben, I think you are taking things out of context here.”

“I'm not” he insisted. “After what happened when we moved in she got scared, and now she doesn't want to take the next step in our relationship because she fears everything may go to hell.”

“But that won't be happening.”

“I know! But you know June. After all these years, she still feels insecure about us. You don't know how many times she's told me that she has to pinch herself from time to time to make sure that she isn't dreaming, that her happiness is real.”

“That's something cute to say, Chilly. Not insecurity.”

“But this is June, Mason. This… nevermind.”

“Ben…”

“Are you buying that watch?”

“I am, but Ben… You need to talk with June about this. Don't be stupid.”

“I will, don't worry. C'mon.”

“Ben…”

“I will” he said. “Now let's go pay for that watch and get something to eat, I'm famished.

“Fine” Mason sighed, giving up.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“Hello, Chilwell.”

“Hi” Ben smiled as June sat down on the sofa next to him and kissed his cheek. “How was the wedding dress shopping today?”

“We found the one!”

“Really?”

“Yep” she smiled. “Vittoria looks amazing. She's gonna be the most stunning bride ever.”

“I beg to differ.”

“What?” she laughed.

“You, June Maxwell, are gonna be the most stunning bride ever.”

“I'm afraid you are a bit biased here, Chilwell.”

“It is a fact, not an opinion.”

“You and your facts” she chuckled.

“Yes, me and my facts. They are always right.”

“Are they?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “Because I remember you writing about how I would never get to be top 3 at the Ballon d'Or, and a couple of years later there you were, cheering for me when I got second place.”

“The exception that proves the rule” he shrugged. “You are gonna be the most stunning bride ever, June.”

“Yeah, well… I also found my bridesmaid dress, by the way! It's super comfortable, I can even get down on one knee. And it makes my butt look so good. All the girls said that you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself, Chilwell. It's a fact” she smirked.

“Yeah, well…” he said, repeating the same words June had just said, sounding as disinterested as she had.

“Ben, are you ok? Did something happen when you were out with Mason?”

“Uh?”

“You've gone so serious…” she said, caressing his cheek. 

“It's nothing, don't worry.”

“Saying that is only making me worry a lot more.” 

“I'm fine, June. Just a bit tired” Ben smiled. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Ok… Why don't you start making dinner while I take a shower and then I help you?”

“Why don't we shower together and then make dinner?” he smirked.

“That actually sounds like a better plan.”

“I know” he grinned. 

“But weren't you tired?”

“When it comes to loving you I'm never tired, June.”

“Aww, he's gone all cheesy” she smiled.

“According to Mason, as time has gone by we've become super cheesy.”

“What?”

“Yeah” Ben shrugged. “Anyway, shall we?”

“Let's go” June said, getting up from the sofa. And as she started to walk… “Chilwell!” she laughed when he pinched her butt.

“I'm sorry, Maxwell, I couldn't help myself. It looks so peachy” he smirked again.

“So peachy… so peachy… Idiot!” she said before sticking out her tongue and starting to run upstairs, Ben doing the same after her, both of them laughing like two kids. 

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“June, have you checked your phone?” Vittoria said.

“Not since before training. Why?” she replied while getting dressed. 

“Because there is an article about Ben and Mason in The Sun, and it involves you.”

“Me? How? Did they… Did they find out about when Mason and I…” It had been years since their hook up. Could the press have somehow found out about it now? 

“It isn't about that. Look” Vittoria said, showing her her phone.

“Oh my God” June gasped. 

“Wedding bells for June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell? The ex football player and tv pundit was seen at a famous jeweller's with best friend Mason Mount, where he stopped to check some engagement rings according to eyewitnesses.”

“June… Do you think… Do you think he is going to propose?” Vittoria asked her.

“I… I… I gotta go” she blurted out, taking her things and almost tripping as she put on her shoes and ran towards the changing room’s door all at the same time. 

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“You've seen it, haven't you?” June said, storming into the kitchen. 

“Hello to you too” Ben chuckled.

“Have you seen it or not?” she asked again.

“Seen what?” 

“The article on The Sun, Chilwell.”

“Oh, that” he said, finding the carrot he was cutting extremely interesting. 

“Yes, that” she replied. “Ben… Are you going to propose?”

“Straight to the point” he said with a sad chuckle.

“Are you or not?”

“I'm not, June. I know you don't want to marry me, so why bother?”

“Wait, what?” 

“Yeah” he shrugged.

“Why do you say that, Ben?”

“Because it is the truth. Didn't you hear the way you just sighed when I said that I'm not going to propose?”

“Yes, but…”

“And for the past few months you've been avoiding the topic every time I've brought it up, always starting to talk about something else. I guess you are scared of things going to hell like happened when we moved in together, afraid that this time we may not be able to fix them because getting married is something big.”

“Ben, that's not it” June said, moving to stand next to him.

“Isn't it?”

“No, it isn't” she said, cupping his face and forcing him to look at her. “Ben, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“But…”

“There isn't a but.”

“Then why don't you want to marry me? I thought marriage was something you believed in.”

“And I do. I do believe in marriage, Ben.”

“Then why do you keep avoiding talking about it, June?”

“It's…” she said, looking for the right words. “Ben, I want to marry you. I truly do. But not now.”

“What?” he said.

“It isn't the right moment. And not because I am scared. I mean, a little part of my brain will always be scared, that's who I am” she shrugged. “But not my heart. Never my heart. Because you mended it with your love, Ben. And every night when I fall asleep, I do it knowing that you are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. The man of my dreams, the one I'm destined to grow old with. Because I love you, Benjamin James Chilwell. I fucking love you, you hear me?”

“I love you too, June Elizabeth Maxwell” he smiled. “And to be honest, we don't need a piece of paper telling us what we already know, do we?”

“Exactly. So stop with the conspiracy theories, ok? That was my job, not yours.”

“Ok” he chuckled.

“I'm serious, Chilwell. Now that I don't have doubts anymore, that I'm 100% sure I want this… us… I don't need you, the one who has been sure about his feelings since the beginning, starting to doubt.”

“I won't fuck it up. I promise.”

“Swear it on your collection of trainers.”

“What?” Ben laughed.

“Do it. Swear it on them.”

“Ok, ok. I swear it. No more doubts.”

“Good” June smiled. “Because I do want to marry you, Ben. I do, and I will. You just need to be a bit patient, ok?”

“Ok” he smiled back, all the stupid doubts he had been having, finally going away. June loved him, and she wanted to marry him, she wanted it all with him. Nothing had changed. 

“Now move that nice ass of yours and get our dinner ready. I'm famished.”

“So bossy, Maxwell” he said with a teasing smile.

“Get used to it, Chilwell. You are stuck with me for the rest of your very long life.”

“Looking forward to it” he smiled. And he had meant it. Because he was looking forward to growing old and grey (maybe a bit bald too) with her, married or not.

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A few months later...

“Ben…”

“Uhm?”

“Ben, there are people watching.”

“And?”

“And we can't do this in front of them” June said, taking the hand that was dangerously moving up her thigh and letting it rest on the table. “This, has to stay here.”

“It can't, Maxwell. Because you and the girls were right. That bridesmaid dress is making it impossible to keep my hands to myself.”

“Well, you must, Chilwell. It is Vittoria's wedding, and we can't ruin it because we are getting arrested for inappropriate behaviour. Have you forgotten that her dad is a police officer?”

“How could I?” he laughed. “May I remind you that when we started dating and you introduced us, he basically threatened to throw me in the deepest part of the Mediterranean if I dared hurting you?”

“He loves me very much, yes” she smiled.

“He does. Though not as much as I love you.”

“Chilwell!” June giggled when he started kissing her neck.

“Guys, can you please leave that for later?” Lauren interrupted them. “It's time for our speech.”

“You are giving a speech?” Ben said after giving June one last kiss that he knew would be leaving a mark on her neck.

“We are, yes. Didn't June tell you about it? We are the bride's best friends.”

“English best friends” June corrected her.

“Whatever” Lauren said. “C'mon, they are waiting for us.”

“Ok, fine. I'm… Chilwell!” she yelped as she got up from her chair.

“Yes?” he said with an innocent smile.

“Did you just pinch my butt?”

“Maybe” he shrugged. “I already told you I can't keep my hands to myself, Maxwell. And that dress makes your bum look so peachy” he smirked.

“You two are disgusting. C'mon” Lauren said, grabbing June's arm and dragging her away from Ben before he tried something else.

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“And that's how Vittoria became our best friend” Lauren smiled, the crowd still laughing at the anecdote. 

“We love you, Vitto” June said.

“And I love you too!” she replied, wiping away a tear.

“But June, speaking of loving someone…” Lauren said. “I think there was something you wanted to say.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you” she said, taking the microphone. “So, as you all probably know because you saw us making out on live tv after we won the World Cup a few years ago, I'm dating this chap called Ben Chilwell. Chilly according to his friends. Though if my friends gave me that nickname, I would end our friendship right there. Chilly? Really?” June said, everyone laughing again. “Anyway… Besides seeing us kiss, you all probably heard me telling him that I loved him. Cute, I know” she smiled. “But what you don't know, is that that was the first time I was telling him those three words. I had tried a few times before, but someone or something always interrupted us. And to be honest, doing it the way I did and where I did it, makes it a better story to tell our grandchildren, doesn't it? And we could tell them more stories. Like, for example, that at first we couldn't stand each other and that he was my number one hater. I'm sure some of you still remember Ben's facts” she said, air quoting that last word and rolling her eyes. “Or how he scared the hell out of all of us when we thought he had had a heart attack, and it made me realize that I was in love with him. Or how we became girlfriend and boyfriend while flying over the Indian Ocean. As you can see, we like doing things our own way, and kind of go big or go home. And tonight, it won't be any different. So, Chilwell, could you please join me up here?” June said with her most charming smile. “C'mon, don't be shy.”

“I'll go fetch him” Lauren offered, all the guests looking at them.

“Hello” June smiled when they joined her on the little stage that had been set for the band that was playing later. 

“Hi” Ben smiled back. “And what the fuck, Maxwell” he whispered while she kissed his cheek.

“You are blushing… cute” she whispered back.

“My face has been burning since you started talking about us and everyone was looking my way. What are you doing, June?”

“Patient, Chilwell” she smirked. “Could we please get a round of applause for my gorgeous boyfriend? He's a bit nervous.”

“June…” he hissed when everyone started clapping. 

“Like I just said, in our relationship we don't do things the usual way. And on this occasion, it won't be any different. So” June said, giving the microphone back to Lauren while she gave her something else. Something small that fit in the palm of her hand. “Benjamin James Chilwell. Chilwell… Ben… Would you marry me?” she said, getting down on one knee and showing him what Lauren had given her: a little box with a ring inside it.

“June” he gasped. “I… I… Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Maxwell. I will marry you.”

“Yay!” Lauren started clapping next to them while all the guests cheered, Ben helping June stand up so she would not ruin her dress. If someone was going to do that, it would be him when he took it off her.

“You are fucking crazy, Maxwell” he laughed while she put the ring on his finger.

“For you? Most definitely” she smiled. “I love you, Ben.”

“I love you too, June” he said before wrapping his arms around her and giving her one of those kisses you only see in movies, the cheers around them getting louder.

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“Now I understand it all” Ben said while staring at his ring.

“Understand what?” June said, moving to look at him. 

After the proposal, getting greeted by their friends and basically everyone at the wedding, and celebrating by dancing until their feet hurt, they had finally retired to their room, where Ben had done what he had been dreaming of the whole day: be all over June. Though the part about ripping the dress out of her, hadn't actually happened.

They both had been so eager and desperate to be in each other's arms, that the moment they had crossed their room's door they hadn't bothered to take off their clothes. They had done it against the wall, June's dress wrapped around her waist, Ben still in his suit. It had been once they had gotten all that almost animalistic need and want out of their systems, that they had slowed down, whispering love words and kissing and caressing each other until no clothes were on their bodies, getting to properly enjoy the night. 

“The way you have been behaving since Vittoria got engaged. You have been planning it all since then, haven't you? And the girls have helped you.”

“Yep” June smiled. “You weren't the only one who had started to think about taking the next step, Ben. Though unlike you, and in an unexpected turn of events, I was the one who was completely sure about her feelings, our relationship, and that I wanted to marry you.”

“Yeah” he chuckled. “I just… I don't know why I started to feel so insecure, why it got in my head the way it did. Because I also was sure about my feelings for you, our relationship, and that I wanted to marry you. But I… I don't know” he sighed.

“That's in the past, Ben” June said, caressing his cheek. “What matters now, is that we love each other and that we both are on the same page. That we both want to get married and spend the rest of our lives together.”

“We do” he smiled. “I can't wait to call you my wife.”

“And I can't wait to call you Mr. Maxwell.”

“What?” he laughed.

“If you think I'm going to change my last name, you are very wrong, Chilwell.”

“I'm not changing mine either, Maxwell.”

“It would be very cool, tho. And Benjamin Maxwell sounds lovely.”

“We can save that name for our first kid, then” he said, pulling her closer towards him.

“I'm not naming our kids after us, I'm sorry.”

“Why not? I love your name, it is so unique.”

“Then why do you call me Maxwell all the time, uh?” she asked with a teasing smile.

“I don't know. I guess it got stuck after always calling you like that on tv” he shrugged. “And you call me Chilwell all the time too.”

“Yes, but I do it to tease you” she grinned. 

“Rude” Ben chuckled. “But if I change my last name to Maxwell, you won't be able to do it anymore. Think about it.”

“And I do love calling you Chilwell…”

“Then it is settled. No last name change.”

“No last name change for us. But…”

“But?”

“You just said that Benjamin Maxwell sounded nice for our kids. Does that mean that they will have my last name?” she smirked, moving even closer towards him.

“I'll think about it.”

“Is there anything I could do to help you think?” she said, her hand slowly moving from his chest all the way down to his belly button.

“That's cheating, June” Ben said, his body tensing under her touch.

“We haven't set any rules, so” she shrugged, her hand still moving down.

“We… fuck” Ben gasped.

“I think I have the winning hand here.”

“June!” he laughed. “But…” he said, moving to be on top of her and totally catching her by surprise. “I also have an ace in the hole. Well, almost.”

“Benjamin!” June said, also laughing.

“You started it all, Maxwell” he shrugged. 

“I did, yes” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you, fiancé.”

“Is that your new nickname for me? Fiancé?”

“It has a nice ring to it too, don't you think? No pun intended.”

“It actually does, yes” Ben chuckled. “But I guess that from now on I'll have to say that I love you too… fiancée” he smiled before kissing her.

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“Good morning, fiancé.”

“Good morning” Ben smiled.

“Pepper, have I told you that he is my fiancé? This guy right here?” June said, hugging from behind and wrapping her arms around him. “This gorgeous man, is my fiancé, Pepper.”

“Meow” he replied, sat next to them waiting for Ben to maybe give him something to eat.

“I think he heard you the first time” Ben chuckled. 

“Just in case he forgot” she shrugged.

“Keeping in mind that you are constantly reminding him and everyone that crosses paths with you that I am your fiancé…”

“Are you calling me annoying, Chilwell?”

“I would never dare, Maxwell.”

“Good” she said, resting her head on his shoulder while he kept making their breakfast. “But it isn't my fault I'm happy and want to share it with the world. Or my world at least, not the outside one. That one can wait.”

“And to think I believed you didn't want to marry me…” Ben said.

“You and your insecurities. I wonder who you got them from.”

“Right?” he laughed. “But they are gone, and aren't coming back. I swear it on my sneakers collection.”

“That's my boy. Wait, no. My fiancé” she corrected herself.

“A fiancé that won't be able to finish making you a delicious breakfast if you keep hugging him like that.”

“Don't you like it?” she asked, kissing the back of his neck.

“I love it, June. You know I do. But we also  need to eat something that isn't the other” he smirked, moving on her arms until he was facing her.

“Shame” she sighed.

“We can do it later, tho.”

“I like how that sounds” she smirked back.

“Now why don't you go get the garden table ready? It's a glorious day, we should eat outside.”

“Ok… fiancé” June giggled before kissing Ben's nose and letting go of him, humming something to herself while Pepper followed her around and he just stared at her. “Chilwell, our breakfast.”

“Yes, our breakfast. Sorry” he smiled, giving her one last look and focusing on their food, thinking that he was the luckiest man alive.

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“You know, if things as a manager don't work out, you should open a restaurant.”

“What?” Ben laughed.

“Or maybe a bed and breakfast. We could buy a small house somewhere in the countryside and turn it into one! You would cook, and I would take care of everything else.”

“Do you see yourself living in the countryside?”

“I actually do, yes” June smiled. 

“You had never told me that.”

“It is a recent dream of mine. But I still have at least a couple of good years playing football before I have to start thinking about retiring and all that.”

“What would you call it?”

“Uh?”

“Your bed and breakfast. What would you call it? June's?” Ben asked her.

“What about… Chilly in June?” she laughed.

“That sounds too weird.”

“Maxwell and Chilwell?”

“Umm… It could work.”

“Does this mean that you are in? That you would move to the countryside with me?” she asked him.

“I would go to the end of the world with you, June” he smiled.

“Aww, Ben” she smiled back. “Though we've kind of done that already. We went to Australia together, remember?”

“We did, yes” he chuckled. “And I have something for you” he said when they managed to stop looking at each other like two idiots in love, which was what they actually were.

“For me?”

“For you” Ben said, giving her a Kinder egg.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you giving me one now?”

“Can't a fiancé give her fiancée a little present?” he chuckles.

“Of course he can. But this is like our thing after games, and the season hasn't started yet.”

“I know.”

“Then?”

“Then what?”

“Then why are you giving me this now?”

“Maxwell, can you please just accept it and stop asking so many questions?” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Ok, ok. Do you want half of it?”

“It's all yours, June.”

“Ummm…”

“What now?” Ben sighed.

“You are nervous” she said, opening the egg and following the same routine sh  had since she was a little girl. First she would carefully unwrap it so the paper was as intact as possible. Then she would open it making sure each half was perfect and they didn't break, and after that, she would check the surprise before eating the chocolate. 

“I'm not nervous” he chuckled.

“Yes, you are, Chilwell. Is there something I should know?”

“What?”

“I think there is something going on, something you aren't telling. Something… Ben” June gasped when she opened the surprise. “What… This… You…”

“This had been my plan all along, you know?” he said. “To ask you to marry me like this, in our garden after making and eating breakfast together, and with the ring inside a Kinder egg surprise. I wanted it to happen in the place where we fell in love, in our home. But you, Miss Maxwell, had other plans and beat me to it” he chuckled.

“I… sorry?”

“It's ok” he said, taking the ring. “May I still do it?”

“Do what?” 

“Ask you to marry me, June. I know we already are engaged, but…”

“Yes.”

“I haven't asked yet, Maxwell” he smirked.

“Oh, shut up and just do it, Chilwell” she replied, rolling her eyes.

“Ok” he said, still smirking as he got down on one knee. “June Elizabeth Maxwell. Would you do me the immense honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes. Yes, yes and yes!” she said, jumping at him and hugging him.

“June!” he said as they both fell down. 

“Shit. Are you ok?”

“I am, don't worry” he chuckled, sitting up and making June do the same on his lap. “May I?”

“Please” she said, extending her hand.

“Perfect. Do you like it?”

“I love it, Ben. And I love you. I love so very much.”

“I love you too, June” he said. And as he leaned forward to kiss her… “Pepper!”

“Meow!” the cat said, jumping to sit between them.

“That's his way of giving you his blessing” she laughed.

“Well, thank you very much, sir. May I now kiss my future wife? My fiancée?”

“Meow!” Pepper replied before jumping again and starting to run after a butterfly.

“I think that's a yes.”

“If that's the case… Were was I?”

“You were about to kiss me… fiancé.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you… fiancée” he smiled before finally kissing June.  

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A year (or so) later...

“I still can't believe this is how they've decided to do it” Mason said.

“What is wrong with it?” Reece asked. 

“Nothing, but… I don't know. Didn't June say that they are like, go big or go home with important moments in their relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“Then why are they getting married… here?” Mason said, looking around. 

“I think it is cute. This place means a lot to them, it is where they fell in love.”

“Yes, but… They are getting married in their house, Reece. In their garden.” And it had all been June's idea.

She and Ben had spent months looking at venues all around the country and even some in France and Spain during their holidays, but none of them had felt right. Not until during a lovely spring day, June found what they were looking for.

They had been sitting on the sofas they had in the garden, Ben resting his head on her lap while going through some notes from his manager school like she liked calling it, and June running her hand through his hair and keeping an eye on Pepper, who was trying to catch a lizard. And in that moment, surrounded by all the flowers Ben had so meticulously planted and taken care of over the years, the smell from the lunch they had cooked together still in the air, she had felt it: happiness. Pure bliss. 

Life could freeze in that moment, repeat over and over again as if they were stuck in a loop, and she would still feel like the luckiest woman in the world. 

That garden… their garden… was the perfect place to celebrate their love. After all, it had been where it all had started.

“There you are” Leah said, walking towards Mason and Reece. “They are ready, it's time.”

“Can't believe we are about to witness June and Ben getting married” Reece said. 

“You tell me” she chuckled. “Anyway, ready to walk me down the aisle, Mount?”

“Yes, ma'am” Mason smiled, offering Leah his arm. After them, Reece and Lauren also were getting ready to walk into the garden, Vittoria and John behind them, Pepper chilling in his arms. 

That had been one of the pros June had told Ben while trying to convince him to get married in the garden: Pepper could be with them. 

“Are you nervous?” Ben's mum asked him as they went down the stairs, Mason and Leah already outside, Reece and Lauren following them.

“You have no idea” he said with a nervous laugh. “Did you get to see her?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“She looks breathtaking, Ben. You'll see for yourself in just a minute.”

“If she hasn't run away…”

“Benjamin!” his mum said, hitting his arm.

“I'm joking, I’m joking” he laughed. “I know she isn't going anywhere. She can't. Because like I’m saying on my vows, my heart belongs to her just as hers belongs to me.”

“Aww, Benny” she smiled. “Ready?” she asked when they made it to the door.

“Ready” he nodded, taking a deep breath and stepping outside, all their guests smiling at him while Mason, Leah, Reece, Lauren, Vittoria, John and the officiant waited for him next to the arch of flowers at the end of the garden, Pepper already chilling on his favorite bed next to it. 

“Relax, bro” he heard Mason say behind him once he joined them, his mum sitting next to June’s parents and trying not to cry. Again. She had already done it a few times while they were getting ready, especially when he had shown her that he was going to wear the same tie his dad had worn on their wedding day. “This way he will also be with me on the most important day of my life” he had told her. 

“I'm…” relaxed. That was what Ben would have liked to say. But the music had changed, and everyone was looking at the door that led to the garden, at the two people who were walking through it: June and her dad. “Bloody hell” he whispered, his eyes fixed on June. She looked… she… she was… She… 

“Hello, Chilwell” she smiled when she joined him. 

“Breathtaking.”

“What?”

“My mum was right. You look breathtaking, June” he finally managed to say.

“Thank you” she replied, feeling her cheeks get warmer and warmer by the second. Ben had called her any synonym of beautiful you could think of since they had gotten together, but he had never done it while looking at her the way he was in that moment: in complete awe. 

“I thought you said your dress could rival Princess Diana's. What happened?” he asked.

“It got lost somewhere” she shrugged. “Don't you like this one? Lauren said it fits me just like my Versace one but in white and longer” she said, looking down at it. It was a very simple white dress, it didn't have anything special. But Lauren's comment had stuck with her even after trying on others, which according to her mum meant that it was the one.

“And she's not wrong” Ben said, remembering how good June had looked the first time he had seen her wearing that dress. How smoking hot she looked. “Is that why you are wearing the same hairpins?” he asked, nodding towards her hair.

“You've noticed!” she smiled, touching them. 

“Of course I have, Maxwell. I remember every single detail of how you looked that night. And after today” he said, taking a step closer towards her. “I will also remember every single detail of how breathtaking you are looking right now.”

“Ben…” she whispered, also moving forward.

“Ahem” the officiant said when June's hand touched Ben's face. “The kiss is for later. You aren't married yet.”

“Sorry” they both apologised, moving back to their positions.

“May I start?” the officiant asked them.

“You may” Ben said. “And sorry. Again.”

“It's ok” he said before starting with the ceremony, one where June and Ben didn't stop looking at each other. Not when Pepper let out a big meow that made everyone laugh, and especially not when they said their vows. Though through the corner of her eye, June noticed Reece asking his sister for a handkerchief and wiping away some tears. “I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride” the officiant said. 

“Finally” Ben smiled before wrapping his arms around June and kissing her, everyone clapping and cheering. “I love you, June” he said against her lips. “Or should I say wife? Because that's what you are now, Maxwell. You are my wife. Did you hear that, guys? June Maxwell is my wife!” 

“Chilwell!” she said while hitting his arm, everyone laughing.

“What? It is the truth. You are my wife, Maxwell” he smirked.

“I know. And in case you've forgotten, you are my husband. And I love you.”

“Say that again, please.” 

“What?”

“The last three words. After all these years, I still am not used to hearing you saying them” Ben teased her.

“Idiot” she laughed. 

“Yet you love me” he said, pulling her even closer towards him. 

“I do. I love you very much… husband” June smiled.

“And I love you too, wife” he smiled back before kissing her again, more cheers and some meows surrounding them. 

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Loss - Ben Chilwell

Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: Running your fingers through his hair Requested by: anonymous Word count: 298 Warnings: mentions of being sad

Chelsea's 5-0 loss against Arsenal hit Ben hard. Even though he was out injured and hadn't played that match, it still felt to him as if he had been on the pitch for every single second of it.

"Just when I thought things were starting to improve for us." Ben flopped down on the couch next to you. You remained silent, lost for words. Nothing you could say or do would make him feel better.

"This is bad..." Ben buried his face in his hands. His breathing hitched with emotion and he seemed on the verge of tears. "Oh, sweetie." You ran your hand through his hair and kissed his temple. Ben immediately leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"It's..." Ben started, but his emotions prevented him from speaking any further. "Don't say anything, it's alright," you shushed. You combed your fingers endlessly through his hair, letting every soft strand linger on your fingertips.

Ben closed his eyes and tried to concentrate only on you. How your fingers softly traced his scalp, and how smoothly your fingers ran through his hair. It calmed him, grounded him, and suddenly the world felt a little less bleak.

You noticed how Ben's breaths went back to normal, so you kept doing what you did. Ben's head still rested on your shoulder, and you let him. Whatever he needed right now, you would provide it.

"I don't want to leave here," Ben mumbled. "We don't have to," you answered softly, "we can stay like this for as long as you like." Ben pulled his legs up on the couch, snuggling even closer against you. "Looks like we're going to be here all evening then." You chuckled softly, twisting another strand of his hair around your finger. "Fine by me."

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𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

how the world can seem so vast on a journey to the past

Their families were seated outside in her back yard, having a lovely meal in the warm weather — she sat back and observed how everyone was chatting animatedly amongst one another which further added onto the ache she felt deep inside of her heart, as the chatter quieted down, she stood up with her glass raised high as she began to speak with a soft shaky tone, " I’d like thank everyone for coming tonight, my parents haven’t exactly told you why because I wanted you all to be gathered for this occasion "

His brows knit in confusion, her tone had clearly gave away that she hadn’t been feeling well despite her continuous attempts to brush off his concern.

" A few weeks ago, I had applied to the Juilliard School of performing arts because as you know, I’ve been fortunate enough to receive quite the backing from my instructors and today " She paused then swallowed the lump in her throat, " I have received my acceptance letter, I’m in "

His smile fades almost instantly, as his brain recounts the past few weeks in which she was quite on edge, shifty and overall avoiding any and all inquiries regarding her emotional state, he watched as his family along with hers were elated, congratulating her whilst he sat there completely taken back by what he had heard.

Suddenly his mother turns to him and asks him, " Well aren’t you going to congratulate her, darling? "

He nods swiftly then offers her a sweet smile then says, " Congrats love "

She smiled weakly then said, " Thanks Ben "

It was after the dinner party that he had followed her to their corner which was a shed in her backyard, he pushed the door open and walked in. " Love, can I come in? "

She chuckles, " Why are you asking for permission Ben, of course you can? "

He walks in further before sitting next to her, a brief wave of silence envelops them before he decides to ask her with a soft; broken tone. " When were you going to tell me? "

She lets out a soft sigh, " I didn’t want you to figure it out like this so it was best to keep it until we all gathered "

" I thought you’d stay here, that we’d room together like we always said we would " He said, his tone displaying the ache he felt.

She heaves out a soft breath, " You know we can’t do that, you’re dating Carla, the last thing she wants is for you to be rooming with me "

He raised a brow at her remark, " So? you’re my best mate "

" Ben " She groans in frustration. " Are you really that much of an idiot to not realize that a boyfriend having a close female mate let alone a roommate is a big no no? "

" Says who? we’ve been mates since we were kids and not once did I see you in that light even though our mums tried their best to set us up, plus Carla knows that you’re just my best mate " He shrugs, not sure why she was making a big deal out of it. " I just … I don’t wanna get used to not seeing you around anymore "

She giggles at his tone, " There’s plenty ways for us to communicate Benji, Skype, Facetime — so many more, and plus It’s not like I won’t be visiting in the holidays "

He sighs, " I know, it’s just … " he looks up at her then says. " I’ll miss you "

She reaches over to pull him into an embrace then says, " I’ll miss you too Benji, I promise we won’t lose touch "

" We won’t for sure " He reiterated, vowing to make sure they always stay in contact.

And yet, they never did.

Ben had become so occupied with football & Carla that phone calls and messages between him as well as her had lessened as time flew by — Leisurely, he’d stopped asking about her; in turn, so did she.

She’d expected it to happen, given their growing careers yet what she didn’t expect was for them to lose touch entirely so much so that she had barely seen him even during the holidays, she’d known he had broken up with Carla which was also expected given how hectic his footballing schedule was, however she certainly didn’t think he’d also leave his friendship behind.

Until … that one night.

___

2023.

" You know? she’s back from New York … "

Ben had been in the kitchen, chatting with his mother when she had effortlessly brough her up in the midst of their conversation, he grew silent as he recalled the last time they’d spoken which was about three years ago — due to the unfortunate effect of time. " Oh? "

His mother raised a brow, " Oh? that’s what you’ll say, she was your best mate darling "

" Keyword is was, I haven’t been exactly best mate of the year " He murmurs shyly. " And to be fair so was she "

His mother shot him a knowing look, " I don’t seem to recall her being the one to cut you off due to work, she’d show up, visit me and ask about you even though you were the one that stopped talking "

He looks down in shame, " I know "

His mother shakes her head, " Well it’s a good thing you two will see each other soon for Landon’s wedding "

His head shot up at the mention of his school mate’s name, " What do you mean? "

" She’s the maid of honor and you’re the best man so you two will be spending a lot of time together " His mother explained.

Ben’s eyes widened, he had a feeling that she would be less than thrilled with the idea of spending time with him; indeed, at Jill’s home, she had heard the unfortunate news of being paired up with Ben.

—

" You’re not serious, right? " She reiterated with an incredulous tone. " I have to spend time with him "

Jill rolls her eyes, " Babe, please — Landon and Ben are school mates, plus he knows that you have a fucked up history with Ben with the whole leaving because you’re too much of a pussy to admit that you like Ben "

She shot Jill a deadly glare — " I am not a pussy, and plus I’m over Ben, as clearly he’s never once seen me as anything more than a childhood mate, because it was easy for him to cut me off and focus on his footballer lifestyle "

Jill sighs, " Did you ever stop to think that things happened cause of life? "

" It doesn’t matter " She sighs, covering her face. " I will just ignore him "

" Babe " Jill groans.

" Fine I will not ignore him " She huffs.

—

A few weeks later, Landon and Jill had invited her along with Ben for the cake tasting — Ben had arrived early while all three waited for her to arrive, at about five minutes later she sprints inside with an apologetic tone, capturing Ben’s attention immediately, he noted how much longer her hair had gotten, her completely 180 switch in regards to her style of clothing as well as her face which was semi bare of any makeup, only a spec of mascara and lip gloss.

" Hi, Hi … sorry I’m late, I was held up at the dance studio " She states with an apologetic tone, before her eyes landed on Ben. " Benjamin " she said with a cordial tone.

The icy tone felt akin to a knife penetrating his heart, he nods in acknowledgement then looks away as Landon and Jill raise their brows at him almost as if they’re silently asking him to try and do something, as she stood near Ben — a unanimous ping from Jill and Landon caused her to look at them in confusion.

" Oh … Oh would you look at that? we have a mix up cause Landon and I are scheduled to check out venues " Jill said with a sickeningly sweet tone, she turns to Landon. " Shall we babe? "

Landon grins, " Yes we shall? you guys are ok with handling the cake tasting "

Ben grows silent and was about to speak when she suddenly spoke up with a calm tone, " We certainly will, right Benjamin? "

Ben chuckles nervously, " Right? "

The couple depart, leaving both Ben and her in front of several cake samples — the person in charge, an elder woman by the name of Suzanne approached them, " You guys need any help? "

She smiles softly, " Nope, we got this "

Ben eyed her as the pair browsed through the array of cake samples — " Landon likes vanilla with a splash of cinnamon? " he remarks, breaking the wave of awkward silence.

" Jill likes a berry mix with a hint of chocolate " She retorts with a sarcastic tone. " This is her big day "

" And it’s also Landon’s big day " Ben remarks with an eye roll, " Listen … we’ll just go with the vanilla/cinnamon mix "

" Excuse me! " She exclaims with an incredulous tone, " I’m the maid of honor and my main duty is keeping Jill happy "

" And I’m the best man, I want to make sure my best mate Landon is happy " Ben said, his voice rising slightly high.

She chuckles dryly, " You sure are a good friend huh Chilly? "

Ben winced, recalling how their friendship fell out. " Love? " he whispers.

" No, no … you’re best mate of the year Benji, you’re such a caring friend that I’m surprised you never reached out when I was injured, or when my Nan died … it’s like you wiped me out so excuse me for shifting my emotions onto someone that appreciates them " She said with glossy eyes, " So? we are going with Jill’s option for the main cake and Landon’s option for the reception cake, a good compromise "

Ben sighs then nods, " Agreed "

Another wave of awkward silence falls between them before Ben murmurs, " I’m sorry "

She sighs, " It’s pointless Ben, ok … we haven’t spoken in three years so let’s get through this wedding and just, forget this ever happened "

Yet he had no desire to forget nor risk the chance of reconnecting — the weeks that followed were brutal, she either purposefully ignored him as they worked through awkward silence or worse – handed him an obscene amount of work just so that he’d be far away from her as possible.

What’s worse, he’d begun to sense a nagging sense of covetousness lurking in the back of his mind — she seemed to cozy up rather quickly to Jill’s male cousin Freddie, a football player from a Scottish low tier team he wasn’t aware of.

He loathed the feeling, which seemingly kept him up at night – resulting in a string of memories to crash through his mind, he wasn’t blind to her beauty, it was the kind that drew anyone in, even more so as they’ve gotten older, she had her fair share of suitors that were either heartbroken or sent away by her claim that she needed no man.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt a sense of elation each time that happened, could it been? perhaps … what their mothers used to joke about had become a reality, he really was in love with her — he was in love with his best mate.

During the final two weeks leading up to the wedding, Landon and Jill had believed that signing Ben and her up for couples dancing classes would be a delightful idea, oh how they were wrong?

The dance instructor was overzealous, he began his class by saying, " The rules are simple … Tango has no rules, it’s all about following a specific rhythm deep within, it’s the connection between two souls "

She casts a sideway glance at Ben then says with a soft tone, " If you step on my foot, I’ll kick you in the balls "

Ben chuckles, " For that, I just might do it "

As the dance class commenced — a soft upbeat tempo filled the studio as Jill and Landon moved on one end while Ben and her moved on the other, it’d been arduous at first to pretend as if there wasn’t a wave of awkwardness between them yet as they continued to follow the instructions of the dance instructor, a wave of warmth coursed through them with each step, the passion that they concealed was slowly seeping through the cracks.

The song had ended, and as Ben pulled her in, their lips mere inches away, she pulled away muttering something under her breath before storming out, Jill and Landon sharing a look of confusion before Landon asked, " Did you say something? "

Jill sighs, " I’ll talk to her "

He shakes his head before replying, " No, I’ll talk to her "

Ben follows her out to find her leaning up against her car. " Love? "

She blows a soft breath before she finally looks up at him and that's when he noticed her tear stained cheeks which caused his heart to twinge in ache, " I hate you "

" Love, don't say that " Ben sighs in complete dejection.

" No! " She cried — blinking away the tears. " I waited and waited for you to notice me when all you did was brush me off in favor of those pretty girls that come your way, hell you’d ignore me the second you get a girlfriend, our mums could even see it but you … you continuously broke my heart and I … " she laughs softly, " It still beats for you, this stupid battered heart still beats for you "

He tried to approach her only for her to back away, causing him to frown.

" I can’t do it " She sighs walking to the driver’s seat. " Goodbye Ben! "

He watched as she had driven away with a large portion of his heart — as he dejectedly returned to the studio with an enormous amount of ache, Jill said with a concerned tone. " What happened? "

" I lost her " He whispers.

" Ben, mate … no " Landon tried to assure him.

He offers the couple a sympathetic smile before adding, " No, it’s ok "

____

The ceremony was picture perfect from start to finish — everyone gathered at the church to celebrate Landon and Jill who lovingly expressed their emotions with Ben and her standing behind the bride and groom respectively, while she was engrossed in the beautiful sight, he was engrossed entirely in how ethereal she looked in the baby pink gown that complimented her features — and it was at the reception party that he finally decided to confess his feelings.

Only to be stopped by the heart aching sight of her and Freddie together.

Landon suddenly approached him then murmurs, " Mate, go up there and talk to her "

He sighs, " she doesn’t want to talk to me "

" No, she does … Freddie is gay " Landon said.

He raised a brow, " What? "

Landon laughs — " You didn’t know, Jill had mentioned it during the rehearsal dinner "

He tries to think back to that day yet it seems that he’d been too engrossed in looking at her that he failed to listen to anything, " So he’s not …? "

" No he’s not … now please for the love of god, stop being a party pooper and go " Landon had to practically shove him towards her.

Ben tentatively made his way towards her just as Freddie excused himself, she turns to him then says. " Came to make sarcastic remarks and make me feel bad? "

" No, I came to say that I’m an idiot, a complete bafoon, a meat-head, a bone-head, an ar— " He stopped midway when her hand was up.

" I get it … go on " She said with a ponderous sigh.

" I’m sorry love, I’m really truly fucking sorry " He said with an apologetic tone, " I wish I can go back time and undo those three years but I’d been so caught up with football that I forgot that you matter just as much, if not more important than football "

" Ben, don’t say that " She said with a soft tone.

" No, just … just hear me out " He said with an equally soft tone, " You know what these three years taught me, it taught me that the one girl who’s been there for me when times were rough, the one girl I could count on to cheer for me during the academy matches, the one girl who kept me in line when things got overwhelming, the one girl that owns my heart is … you "

" Ben " She sighs dejectedly.

" I love you, I really fucking love you " He said, " If you’d let me, I’d make you the happiest woman there is "

Before she could respond, they hear the guests gathering, she says. " Jill’s gonna throw the flowers "

They walk up to the crowd and then — as if fate had intended for it to happen, the bouquet of flowers lands directly in her hands as the guests clap for her.

She looks at Ben and says, " I guess this is the answer to your question "

He grins, tugging her in for a soft passionate kiss that spoke volumes in regards to their bond — and though, despite not wanting to give in, this journey to the past had brought them back together.

[threelionsgirl]

kinda shy | ben chilwell

part II of pillow talk

request: “Pt 2 when they’re back in London and they both have distanced themselves from the cup?? AHHHH I just can sense chillys “oh I wanna show interest but I’m kinda shy and thinking about what she said” type thing. Like being cautious about his next move…, or her next move idk??? Either way this piece was incredible!!” warnings: none word count: 681 masterlist | requests are open!

After long physio sessions, Ben was finally home. The Club World Cup title and the trip to the Emirates were cool, the celebration was gigantic, but soon they had to return to London and with the return was also his physio routine after his knee surgery. A few days had passed, and his recovery was going well, but what really didn't get out of his head was his night with Y/N. He had her number saved on his phone and thought about calling or texting like he said he would, but every hour he would come up with something to do to put it off.

They had followed each other on Instagram and every now and then Chilwell was checking out her pictures and stories, but he found it kind of ridiculous because he had the mood to spend minutes of his day on Y/N's profile, but not to call her. Not that he didn't want to be with her again, he really wanted to show interest, but something was making him a little shy, wondering what she was going to say. He didn't even know if Y/N remembered him, maybe she got tired of waiting and could even be with someone else already.

He was sitting on the couch in his living room after having a nice shower with Oscar by his side. The dog was lying with his head on his owner's lap, receiving affection from one of Ben's hands. He stood like that for a while, his hand tingling, until he decided to fuck off and dial the number Y/N had saved there.

She answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft on the other end of the line, Ben coughed weakly to allow his voice to come out.

"Hi, it's me." He scratched his throat, looking at Oscar as if asking for help.

"Me who?"

"Ben." He paused. She had to remember him. "Chilwell. Ben Chilwell."

"Oh, hi Ben." Chilwell wondered if Y/N was smiling as he said that. He would bet he was. The way she spoke his name gave the impression that she sketched a smile.

"Good to know you remember me." It was really good, almost a relief.

"Of course I remember, but I really didn't think you were going to call anymore."

"I'm sorry for the delay." He whined, hoping that wasn't the reason for the misfortune of all his chances.

"It's okay."

"I really wanted to call you, I really wanted to, but I still didn't know quite what to say." He gave a weak laugh, wanting to cut the tense mood, and I could swear Y/N let out a little air through his nose as well. "I get kind of shy sometimes, I didn't want to be a jerk." Ben confessed feeling his hands getting sweaty, he couldn't remember feeling so nervous, even more so talking to a woman he had already slept with once.

"Cute." Maybe she would have given him another smile, but it was what she said next that surprised him. "Well, I went to a Chelsea game last week, I looked for you, but you weren't there. I was thinking of calling you on Instagram, but since you said you were going to call, I was afraid I'd get dumped." Laughter. Ben laughed, too. He would never blow her off.

"Really? Did you look for me?"

"Yes."

Now he was really happy to hear that the interest was not just coming from one party.

"Unfortunately, I'm not playing because of a knee injury," he said.

"That's too bad."

"Yeah, I'll be out for a while longer." He lamented more to himself than to her. It was awful not to be able to play, but at that moment there wasn't much he could do. "But we can still watch. Do you want to go to the next game with me?"

"Sure!" Ben smiled at the speed and excitement Y/N used to answer. "I'd love to."

"Then I'll text you all the details, is that okay?"

"Yes, but only if you promise me you won't disappear again."

"I wouldn't even be crazy."

[axelakim]

Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.

[carlottawllms]

The Cursed Last Step

Ben Chilwell x Reader Fluff Word Count: 3.1 Mentions of injury

Another Ben one for the blurb/imagine series and I really hope you'll like it. It's based on a request I'll post seperately - anon, I hope this is what you wanted! :)

As always, feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy! &lt;3

At the age of 18 you’d decided to go chasing your dreams in London instead of rotting away in the small village you’d grown up in. And it had been the best decision you could’ve ever made. It had made you grow and mature, you had made friends for life, graduated from university and got the job you’d been working towards for years.

And then it had also brought Ben into your life. Benjamin James Chilwell. He was a lot, footballer for Chelsea, an England international first and foremost, and then he was also a model and advertising partner.

But to you, he was just Ben.

Your support in good and bad times, your shoulder to cry on, your rock in every situation. He was your safe haven, your happy place and your person. Ben was your everything.

Last year, after a having been in a relationship for about a year and a half, you’d moved in together. A bit reluctantly, as his house was far above what you could afford, but wit the deal that you’d do the weekly grocery shopping as well as some of the insurances, you’d eventually agreed.

Ben had given you the freedom to add your own touches to the house to make it your home too and little by little, you’d added some decorative items, blankets and pillows, framed photographs as well as flowers in the rooms.

Of course, you hadn't just bought stuff and put it down, but had spoken to Ben to make sure he didn't think it was completely awful as it was still his house and you wanted him to feel comfortable as well. Only when he’d cleared you a room for your office, you’d simply done as you’d pleased.

Having lived on your own for a couple of years had paid off and you liked to think of yourself as an independent woman who didn’t shy away from doing manual things. Handicraft things in the house weren’t a problem, but rather a possibility to take your mind off of things and have a bit of fun.

It was one of your qualities that Ben was incredibly proud of, and never stopped mentioning it to friends and family. The chest of drawers in the hallway you’d built yourself? Ben kept talking about it as if it was a world first.

So, when you’d noticed the defective LED light bulb in the bathroom a few minutes ago, you hadn’t hesitated long and grabbed a replacement from the utility room.

A satisfied smile flitted across your face once the new bulb sat firmly in the light fixture and with your head already at what you’d make for lunch, you took the steps of the small ladder. It was your constant companion for these things as you were rather small and all things higher up were just about always out of reach.

Lost in a mental debate on whether sandwich or salad would be the choice for dinner, you forgot to watch the steps and the supposed last step was one too early. Instead of stepping on metal, you stepped into nothingness, lost your balance and in an attempt to save yourself, you twisted your ankle on the tiled floor.

“Aaah fucking hell.”, you hissed, as a pang of white-hot pain shot through your foot and brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred you just about managed to grab the edge of the bathroom counter when the room began to spin around you and slowly, with your back against the counter you slid down until you were sat on your bum.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You wanted to scream and cry, anything to alleviate the pain, but you desperately didn’t want Ben to know. He had enough on his plate already and you were a big girl, an independent woman who could go through this alone and see a doctor the next day.

You’d somehow make it through this day, you decided. It was your stubbornness and a little bit of pride speaking from you, but apart from that you were also embarrassed at how you’d ended up like this. Falling from a ladder because you’d missed a step felt pathetic.

And maybe it would get better throughout the day…But with your legs stretched out in front of you, you didn’t need to take a look at your left ankle to know it was bad. The searing pain was speaking for itself, burning in your ankle and flickering up your lower leg and yet, when you eventually dropped your gaze to your foot, you were quite shocked to see it swollen already.

“Shit.”, you hissed, head dropping back against the counter, and you angrily wiped the tear that just fell. How could you be stupid enough to fall from a ladder? You out of all people? You’d cut shelves with sharp saws, worked with drills and used knives in the kitchen every day. But a bloody ladder ended up being your worst nightmare?

If you weren’t in such pain, you surely would’ve laughed at the whole situation.

“y/n? You’re done up there?” Ben calling for you reminded you that he was still downstairs and waiting for you.

“Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be downstairs.”, you replied in hopes your voice didn’t sound too strained. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands and scrambled to your feet as best as you could.

In order for Ben not to get suspicious, you had to put on a brave face and act as if nothing was wrong, but the second you put a bit of weight on your foot, you were close to screaming. “Okay, y/n, get it together. You’ll be fine.”

The stairs were fortunately out of Ben's sight – if he was still in the living room that was – so you hopped down the steps as quietly as you could and once at the bottom, you held your breath as you placed your injured foot on the floor.

The walk towards the kitchen was pure and utter agony. You’d underestimated the pain and with every step you felt like you were going to collapse. Biting the insides of your cheeks to stop yourself from crying out, you walked as normal as you could whilst ignoring the tears brimming in your eyes.  

Deep down you knew the attempt at hiding such a big thing from Ben would be a futile one, as he would probably find out rather sooner than later, but you felt like you at least had to try. With his ACL and the following hamstring injury, he’d been through hell and back, physically and mentally. Something that was way worse than a stupidly twisted ankle and even though you knew he’d slap you silly for this thought, you felt pathetic and like you were in no position to complain to him out of all people.

But Ben being Ben didn’t take long to realise something was off with you. It wasn't your sudden change of mind about lunch, that irritated him. Swapping sandwich or salad for ordering in was typically you and he hadn't questioned it, but the fact that you were uncharacteristically lazy had him wondering.

You were just lounging on the sofa with your attention everywhere but on the unopened parcel by the door. It had arrived before you’d gone upstairs to change the lightbulb and whilst normally, you’d be up and opening it, you hadn’t given it so much as a glance.

Something else that bothered him was how far away from him you’d settled on the sofa. You loved cuddling as much as he did, always in his arms or on his chest, basically searching for his touch, but the second you’d joined him in the living room, you’d flopped down on the other side of the sofa.

For the last 10 to 15 minutes Ben had been searching even the furthest corners of his brain in hopes to find something he’d done wrong, but he hadn’t. “Do you want to join me walking Oscar? I want to leave in like 5.”

“I’d actually like to stay if that’s okay? I thought about making some cookies.” It was a bad excuse, a really bad one and Ben only confirmed that with furrowed brows. He knew you’d never say no to walking Oscar with him as you valued the peaceful time you got to spend together. You always told him how being outside with him, holding his hand and leaning your head against his shoulder, whilst taking the sun in and playing with your furry best friend was one of your favourite things to do, so you rejecting him right now, had the worry gnawing at his insides.

What if you were sick? But you would tell him, wouldn’t you?

Ben got up from his side of the sofa and walked over to where you were, eyes trained on your slightly slumped posture and his suspicions of something being wrong with you were confirmed the second he accidentally knocked his foot against yours. You flinched and when he tilted your head back with his finger beneath your chin, your eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His heart broke at the sight of you all upset, but when he sat down and pulled you into his side, you immediately shook your head.

“It’s nothing Ben, I promise.” You somehow tried to control the trembling of your voice, but the pain in your foot got worse and worse. Especially because you couldn't put it up without Ben noticing.

“y/n, it’s obviously not nothing. Did I do something? Has something happened?” He cupped your cheek with his warm palm, thumb stroking softly over your cheekbone and you hated how he could see right through you. His soft green eyes stared into your own, worry swimming in his gaze and you knew you had to be honest with him.

“My ankle hurts a little, but it’s not that bad. Nothing to worry about.”, you waved off, trying to play it down as you really didn’t want to offload it onto his shoulders. He needed to focus on that opening game tomorrow.

But of course, he wasn't going to be fobbed off just like that. “Your ankle?”, he pressed, eyes already trailing down your leg, but from the way you’d positioned yourself he couldn’t see anything.

“I twisted it a little, but it’s really not that bad, Ben. I just don’t want to go outside for a walk now.”  

Ben didn’t believe a single word of what you said. He knew you wouldn’t be on the brink of tears if it wasn’t bad, and his presumption was confirmed the second he carefully grabbed your leg, accidentally causing you to yelp in pain, and put your foot into his leg.

“Jesus, y/n.”, he gasped at the sight of your visibly swollen ankle. A slightly blue bruise was forming already, and it didn’t take a doctor to see that something was really wrong. “When did this happen?”

“When I changed the lightbulb.”, you whispered in embarrassment as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you were quick in wiping it away with your sleeve. You hated being like this in front of him. “I misjudged the last step on the ladder, kind of fell on my ankle and twisted it. It’s not too bad, I’ll go and see a doctor tomorrow if it’s not better or something, I-“

“y/n.” Ben forced you to return his worried gaze as he cupped your cheek with his hand again. “Why didn’t you tell me? Baby, you’re obviously in a lot of pain and you’ve been walking on it.”

“I just…I didn’t want to tell you.”

“You didn’t want to tell me?” You hated to see the disappointment and hurt flicker through his eyes, but you still nodded. “But why?”

“It’s just…you’ve been through so much pain with your ACL and then the hamstring…like you’ve been through so much worse, I just felt pathetic for crying because of a twisted ankle and-“

“Stop.” Ben interrupted you gently, but sternly with an incredulous expression in his wide eyes. His heart had dropped into his stomach, not quite believing you hadn’t wanted to tell him because of his injury history. “You didn’t tell me because of my injuries? Love, this is not some sort of competition where one injury tops another. Don’t belittle you pain just because it’s not a ruptured ACL or something.”

He dipped down and brushed his lips against yours softly before pulling back. “I’d never think you’re pathetic or overdramatic y/n. You could have a little cut on your finger, and I’d worry as much as you do whenever I’m hurt because I care about you and want you to be okay, yeah?”

With his thumb, he gently brushed over your cheekbone, trying to stay patient and give you a moment to calm down. He knew that putting the foot up helped a little already as the blood wasn’t constantly rushing down and making the throbbing worse, but you still had to be assessed. For your own sake – and his.

“Thank you, Ben.”, you whispered. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just didn’t want you to worry and instead focus on tomorrow. It’s a big game.”

Ben sent you a fond smile, heart squeezing in his chest at your thoughtfulness. He knew that you and him were the same, always putting the other first and trying to get things without bothering the other, but his ACL injury had taught him a lot about letting others – especially you – in and relying on people for help.

No one was invincible and sometimes help from someone else was the only way to get through it.

“I know baby, but don’t do that again okay? I don’t care if it’s the first game of the season, the Champions League final or anything else. You come first, always. I’d give up any chance on a title if that meant you’re okay, yeah?”

You nodded sheepishly, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Sorry. Next time I’ll talk to you. Although I hope there won’t be a next time cause this hurts like a bitch.”, you chuckled, and as much as Ben hated to hear that, he was relieved you finally admitted in how much pain you were.

“I’ll send a pic to Dimi and see what he says. Maybe he’s still at Cobham and we can go and see him, then you-“

“Ben, I don’t want to be a burden. He’s the club doctor, I’m sure he has better things to do than to take care of a player’s girlfriend a day before a game.”, you interrupted.

You’d met the English man a couple of times when you’d picked up Ben at the training ground as he still kept a close eye on your boyfriend to make sure everything was okay. He was a kind man and you knew he’d say yes to looking at your foot, but you didn’t want to bother him with a silly injury like yours.

“None of that, baby. He’s told us several times that whenever we or our partners have a problem we can call him.”, Ben told you as he grabbed his phone and before you could protest more, he’d already taken the photo and was typing on his phone.

You sighed in defeat, knowing there was nothing that could change his mind and once he was done typing, Ben went to the kitchen to grab a package of frozen peas for you. As he was back on the sofa, he helped you settle with your back against his chest before handing you the frozen package he’d wrapped into a tea towel.

“Thank you, Ben.”, you whispered, head falling into his chest as the pain started to make you feel a little tired.

“I just want you to be okay and taken care of, y/n. There’s no need to thank me.”, he smiled and pressed a small kiss to the top of your head. “I know you feel like you’re putting something on my shoulders with your injury, but it doesn’t feel like that to me, you know? When I’d done my ACL and then later the hamstring, you didn’t hesitate for a second to switch to working from home, driving me to tests and physio sessions and so much more. Back then, you gave up a part of your life to be able to support me and I wouldn’t have made it without you. You were – and still are – my rock and safe haven and I just want to be the same for you.”

His kind words had tears springing to your eyes and you cuddled a little more into his chest, as Ben tightened his arms around you.

“Just let me be there for you, y/n.” Ben laced his fingers through yours, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand.

“I love you so much, Ben.”, you whispered, not trusting your voice enough to speak up properly, but when he squeezed your hand and kissed your head again, you knew he’d heard.

“I love you more, y/n.”

Normally, you’d never leave it at that, but the exhaustion was catching up with you. Your eyes fell close and with the even beat of Ben’s heart you were slowly drifting off.

For a while, Ben just held you close to himself, watching the way you drifted in and out of consciousness. He could see whenever a new wave of pain rolled through you and woke you up again and eventually after another 30 minutes, his phone vibrated.

“y/n, love?” Ben brushed through your hair in an attempt to wake you up carefully. “Dimi’s just messaged me, we can get you checked at Cobham.”

-

Your injury turned out to be a severe ligament sprain, leaving you on crutches for a couple of weeks and Ben made sure to never leave your side unless he had to.

And whenever you asked him to help you with something and that pretty smiled appeared on his face, you finally understood that being there for you meant as much to him as being there for him had meant to you.

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I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading this. You would make my day if you left a little feedback so I can see what you liked and what I can improve on 🩷

[steephanie07]

Design for Love: A Day to Remember -BC

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Designer!reader

Summary: Ben plans a surprise scavenger hunt for YN, guiding her through meaningful locations and memories. Each stop brings a new clue, deepening the connection between them.

Word count:

It all began like any other day. YN was enjoying her morning coffee when her phone buzzed. It was a message from her best friend, Sophia.

“Ready for a girls’ day out? Let’s go shopping!”

YN smiled and quickly got ready, not thinking anything special would happen. A few minutes later, she was in the car with Sophia and Kai, heading towards what she thought would be just a casual day of shopping.

But then, something was off. They were driving in a direction she hadn’t expected. The car stopped in front of a small art gallery, and Sophia gave her a playful grin.

“Actually,” Sophia said, “there’s something we need to do here first.”

YN raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Sophia shrugged, “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

The First Clue

Inside the gallery, YN’s eyes widened as she recognized it immediately. This was the place where she and Ben had first met. A rush of memories flooded back. As she wandered deeper into the gallery, she spotted an envelope on a small table with her name written in Ben’s handwriting.

She picked it up, heart pounding. Sophia smiled knowingly beside her.

“I wonder what this is about,” YN said, tearing it open.

The note inside read:

“Today is a journey through the memories that brought us here. You’ve already found the first stop—where we met. Now, look for the place where we shared our first kiss.”

Sophia linked arms with YN, leading her back out. “Looks like your shopping trip is on hold,” she teased. “Let’s go find the next stop.”

The Café of First Kisses

When they arrived at the small café where YN and Ben had shared their first kiss, YN felt a wave of emotion. She had remembered how they’d stood close, in the rain, sharing a moment that felt perfect.

Inside, Mateo Kovacic and his wife Iza were waiting. Mateo handed YN a small cup of tea, her favorite order, with a smile.

Ben had sent her something, Mateo explained, passing her a gift bag. YN opened it to find a small heart-shaped pendant with an umbrella engraved on it—a reminder of the rainy night.

Another envelope was inside. YN opened it, her heart fluttering.

“Next stop: the park where we had our first long walk. Go find our spot under the big oak tree.”

The Park and the Poetry Book

At the park, YN found Ben’s sister, Alex, standing under the big oak tree, waiting for her. Alex handed her a wrapped book, one that YN immediately recognized: their favorite poetry collection. Inside, YN found another note from Ben:

“Thank you for always listening, for always dreaming with me. Now, go to the place where I first introduced you to my world.”

Sophia smiled at YN. “You’re doing great. Let’s go find the next stop!”

The Football Stadium

YN and Sophia made their way to the football stadium where Ben had first shared his love for the game with her. They met Reece James and his girlfriend, who handed YN a small wrapped box.

Inside was a keychain shaped like a football, along with another note from Ben:

“Next stop, where we shared our first sunset together. The place where I first thought, ‘this could be forever.’”

The Lake and Wildflowers

At the lake where they’d shared that unforgettable sunset, YN’s heart swelled with memories. The place was softly lit with fairy lights, creating a magical glow. Jack and his wife were there, and Jack handed YN a bouquet of wildflowers.

He grinned and handed her the final note:

“One last stop, love. Come to the place where our hearts became one.”

The Beach and the Proposal

Sophia handed YN a blindfold. “This is it,” she whispered, her voice full of emotion. YN’s heart raced as Sophia guided her, step by step, to the final location.

After a short while, YN felt the sand beneath her feet. As Sophia removed the blindfold, YN’s breath caught in her throat.

They were at the beach—their special place. The soft glow of candles and lanterns lined the sand, and there, standing under an archway adorned with flowers, was Ben, dressed in a sharp suit.

“YN,” Ben said, his voice full of emotion. “Today was just a glimpse of the memories we’ve made together, the moments that have made me love you more than I ever thought possible. You are my heart, my happiness, my everything. And I want to spend the rest of my life making memories with you.”

With that, he dropped to one knee, holding out a sparkling ring. “Will you marry me?”

Tears filled YN’s eyes as she whispered a soft, “Yes.” Ben pulled her into a passionate kiss, and their friends, hidden in the distance, erupted in cheers.

As they stood under the soft glow of the candles, surrounded by love and laughter, YN knew that this was just the beginning of their forever together.

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 25

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"You have to cut the tomatoes smaller."

"Smaller than this?" 

"Yes. That's what the recipe says."

"Ok, fine. Smaller it is" Ben sighed.

"Oh… my God"

"What am I doing wrong now?" he asked.

"Sarina is calling me" June said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Then pick up!"

"I can't."

"What? Why not?"

"She's going to tell me that I'm not going to the World Cup."

"You don't know that, June."

"Yes, I do! I'm not ready yet and… Chilwell, what are you doing?"

"Picking up for you" he smiled, giving her her phone.

"You, you… urgh" she groaned. "Hello?" June said. "I'm good, thank you. Just doing some cooking. Yes. Yes. Ok. Yeah, yeah… Thank you. Ok, bye."

"And? What did she say?" Ben asked. 

"She… she said… she" June mumbled, tears coming to her eyes.

"Dear Lord, Maxwell. Speak! You are making me nervous!"

"I'm going to Australia, Ben. I'm going to the World Cup" she cried.

"You are going? Like, for real?"

"For real" she chuckled, her little laugh getting mixed with her sobs.

"Oh my God, June!" he said as he hugged her, lifting her in the air and starting to spin with her.

"Ben, stop!" she laughed. "You are gonna make me dizzy!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied, stopping but still hugging her. "But you are going to the World Cup!"

"I am."

"I knew all that hard work would pay off. I am so proud of you, June. So proud. I love you" Ben said before kissing her.

There. He had said it. He had said the three words. 

And he was putting all those feelings he had for her in that kiss, letting her know that he had meant it, trying to somehow stop her from freaking out. And it was working, because the moment those three words had left Ben's lips, June had wanted to run away like she always did. But she couldn't. The way he was kissing her was making her forget about everything and anything, even her name.

"Come" he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand.

"Where?" June asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Upstairs. Let's go celebrate the good news."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Maxwell. I want to do it. Don't you?" Ben asked with a teasing smile.

"I do" she nodded. "But are you sure? What about not wanting to become one of my fuck buddies?"

"I know I'm not going to be one of them."

"How?"

"Call it a hunch" he shrugged. "Now, are you coming upstairs with me or not?"

"What about our lunch?" 

"We'll eat later. We'll need to recharge" he smirked.

"Chilwell… Did you just quote me?" June laughed.

"Maybe" he shrugged again. "Are you coming or not?

"That'll depend on what you can do" she replied with a mischievous smile. 

"Ok, come here you little dirty mind" Ben said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, June not being able to stop laughing.

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"Penny for your thoughts?" Ben said while playing with June's hair, her finger drawing small hearts on his chest. 

"It's nothing, something silly."

"Everything you say is silly, Maxwell. Ouch!" he complained after she pinched his nipple. 

"You deserve it for being an idiot" she smiled. 

"You know, when Mason said you were fire in bed, I didn't expect it to be violence."

"He said what?" she laughed, turning to look at Ben.

"His words, not mine."

"Men" she sighed. "Do you think we will get to be proper friends again?" June asked, resting her chin on his chest.

"You will. You just need to be patient. And you still haven't told me what you were thinking about" Ben said, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, I already told you" she shrugged.

"And I already told you I want to know."

"You are so annoying, Chilwell."

"You weren't thinking the same 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

"Shut up!" she replied, this time hitting him.

"Ouch!" he laughed.

"But now that you mention it… that is what I was thinking about. What we were doing 10 minutes ago. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that" she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks getting warm.

"Wait, Mason never made you… Ouch! June, stop hitting me!" Ben complained again.

"Then stop being an idiot!"

"Ok, ok. No more comments. But what do you mean with something like that?"

"I… I…" she said, back to playing with her finger on his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had sex with someone and it felt like something else. Like there was more to it, more than just something physical, you know?"

"You mean you can't remember the last time you made love with someone."

"As corny as that sounds… Yes" she whispered, feeling her cheeks now burning. Why was she suddenly acting like that? She had never been shy when it came to sex or talking about it. But right now, in that moment…

"Do you know why it felt like that?"

"I have a slight idea." Ha, slight. She knew perfectly well why it had felt different.

"I meant what I said earlier" Ben said after a few moments in silence.

"What?" she said, looking at him again.

"I love you, June" he replied, caressing her cheek. "I know you are probably freaking out again, but I needed to say it. I needed to get it out of my chest. And I know you aren't ready to say it back yet, but I don't care. I'll wait as long as it takes. Your body has done the talk for you and I'm fine with that."

"My body?"

"You just admitted it. We made love, it wasn't just sex. And it's felt different from all the other guys you've been with because you have feelings for me that you never had for them. But again, June" he said, cupping her face. "I don't want to put any pressure on you, you are in charge of the rhythm here. If you aren't ready, that's ok. I will wait. Because you are so worth it, June. You aren't like any other woman I've met before. You are amazing both on and off the pitch, a real role model for many women and girls out there. You fight for what you want, not caring about what the haters say."

"Haters like you, for example?"

"For example" Ben chuckled. "You have beauty and brains, and remember when I told you that my heart had never felt healthier than when I was kissing you? It wasn't just something cheesy to say. It was the truth. Even though you say it is broken, your heart is so big that it manages to fix everything that doesn't properly work on mine."

"Ben…"

"I love you, June Maxwell. I love you and I don't think I will ever get tired of saying it. Because you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing…"

"Are you quoting me again?" she laughed.

"I'm technically quoting Lady Gaga, not you" he shrugged. "But where was I? Oh, yes. Amazing, show stopping, spectacular…" 

"Shut up, Chilwell" she said, putting her finger on those lips of his that she adored.

"Make me" he smirked. 

"My pleasure" June smiled before kissing him and letting her body do the talking again, letting it be the one that told Ben what words couldn't just yet… That her heart wasn't broken anymore. That the same way she had fixed his, he had mended hers. That she also loved him. 

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The Medic #9 - Ben Chilwell

About the series: The Medic is an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club/national team. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: ankle injury Requested by: anonymous Word count: 986 Warnings: mentions of injury, slight medical procedures, and being upset.

This season hadn't been easy for Ben so far. Several minor injuries had kept him out of play each for several matches, and altogether it meant he had missed more than half of Chelsea's matches this season.

After a few matches coming on as a substitute, he finally had a spot in the starting XI again today. Out of professional interest, your eyes followed him around the pitch more than any other players out there. You looked for signs of any discomfort or tells that he was playing through pain, but you were happy to see that Ben seemed completely unbothered by any injury.

That was, until the 31st minute of the match. The way Ben's ankle rolled and doubled over after a hard tackle, you instantly knew this wasn't good. His yelp was heard over the roar of the crowd, and he stayed down in significant pain.

Your colleagues reached Ben first, but you could see it was you he was looking for. You tended to all his injuries so far this season, and it was clear he preferred you this time, too.

"Not again..." Ben sounded hurt and defeated when you reached him. "Alright, easy." You tried to soothe. "Let's have a look first." You could see Ben's stricken left ankle already started to swell up. Admittedly, this didn't look altogether promising.

"Can we do this inside?" Ben almost pleaded with you. "It's not like I can continue, so no need to do this out here." You locked eyes with Ben for a second. You knew him well enough to see he was on the verge of breaking down, and he clearly didn't want that to happen in front of a stadium full of spectators and television cameras. "Sure." You placed a hand on his shoulder to ease him. "Can you walk?" Ben shook his head. "Not on my own, I need some help."

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It took some time, but finally you got Ben to a treatment room inside. You and a colleague each supported him on a side, his arms slung around each your shoulders. Ben's face was screwed up in pain, but he never once complained. And even though it went slowly, he limped all the way back inside.

You helped Ben sit down on the treatment table. "Stretch your legs out on the table, please." Ben did as you asked of him, but you caught the sideways glance to your colleague still in the room with you. You understood the unasked question. "Would you mind leaving us alone?" You turned to your colleague. "I've got this."

"Better?" You asked as your colleague left and you sat yourself down on a stool to start the examination. "Thank you," Ben answered sincerely, "it's not that I don't trust them, but..." His voice trailed off. "No need to apologize," you smiled, "if you're more comfortable this way, than that's perfectly fine."

You focused your attention back on Ben's stricken ankle. Ben visibly tensed as you pried loose the laces of his boot, and you knew his ankle must feel real sore. You were being most careful, but Ben still winced when you gently took the boot off his foot. He gave you a wide-eyed stare at the mere idea of his sock having to come off, too. "I'll cut the sock open," you reassured. "Oh, good." Ben relaxed a little again. "I wasn't looking forward to that."

When Ben's foot was bared, the injury wasn't hard to miss. A big lump, accompanied by a bruise already starting to show, marred his ankle. You had to admit: this didn't look too good.

"Oh, bloody hell," Ben sighed, voice trembling slightly. He leaned his head back against the leather of the treatment table, a look of utter defeat on his face.

"Where's the most pain?" You continued the examination. "Everything hurts," Ben grumbled, "but probably most to the outside, here." He hoovered his hand over the area he meant. You nodded slowly. "I need to do some small tests. If, at any point, you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?"

You took Ben's foot carefully in your hands. "Does this hurt?" You gently pressed a few areas, until a sharp intake of breath from Ben told you you had found the exact spot of the injury. "That's really painful," Ben winced. "I'm sorry about that." You lay his foot gently back down on the table. "Just two more tests and than we're done. Do you need a break before I continue?" Ben took a shaky breath, but still shook his head. "I'm alright."

You placed your fingers against the topside of his toes. "Can you push against my fingers?" Ben's face screwed up in discomfort, but he managed. Next you placed a flat hand against the underside of his foot. "Push again, please." Ben did his best, but the loud wince betrayed the difficulty and painfulness of it.

"Alright, no more torture." You concluded you examination. "So... is it bad?" Ben looked up at you with fear and despair in his eyes. "I don't think you broke it," you answered, "but we'll do X-rays and scans tomorrow to be sure and see about any possible ligament damage." "Great." Ben sighed heftily, burying his face in his hands in defeat. "I really don't think I can take this again."

You rested a hand on his shoulder. "I agree this is a setback, but you can do this. I'm going to help you through, just like the last time and the times before, and you'll be back out on that pitch before you know it." Ben looked up at you with glistening eyes. The pain, both mentally and physically, from this fresh injury sparkled in his eyes, but maybe you also saw the tiniest bit of hope.

"You think so?" He asked softly. "Yes," you smiled reassuringly, "you and I are going to make sure of that."

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