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[sunny44]

Date night

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: nothing.

Summary: Y/n and Lewis have their monthly date night.

Ps: sorry for the short story

Lewis and I had been together for 4 years and I have nothing to complain about.

He is the most perfect man I’ve ever met in my entire life.

The kisses all over my face every morning when we were together, the hugs from behind that make me feel at home, the single flower that he gave me every day that I press in a book and am putting in a frame, the times that at a family lunch when he is talking to my parents he passes by me and gives me a kiss on the forehead just to show that even if we are apart at that moment he is still paying attention and taking care of me.

And that's why every month we had a special date, we picked a day when we were both together and we went out to enjoy each other's company.

This was the last weekend of the race, we were in Dubai and it would be our last date of the year. I had chosen a green dress that looked like Tinker bell's, I had found it some time ago and decided to leave it for our last meeting of the year.

The podium today was Lewis, Charles and Max and with this last victory Lewis became 8 times Formula 1 world champion so it was another reason to celebrate.

Lewis had showered first so that I could have the bathroom to myself and put on makeup without him seeing me before I was completely ready.

As soon as I finished I looked at myself in the mirror once more and came out of the bathroom seeing my boyfriend sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room playing on his cell phone but he looked away from the screen as soon as he heard the bathroom door open and then smiled and stood up.

"Wow you look gorgeous."

"Thanks, you look perfect too." He smiles and holds my waist with his hands.

"Can we go? We have a lot to celebrate."

"We can."

We went to the restaurant he had chosen and made a reservation.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, it's this way." They led us to an outside area with a table just for the two of us which I thought was odd since we usually sat with the other people just in a more private corner to avoid people getting in the way.

"Are we sit alone today?" he pulled out a chair for me.

"Yes, why you didn't like it?"

"It's not that, I loved it, I just asked because you usually like to act normal and sit with everyone." He laughs.

"And I do but today I wanted to do something different since it's an important celebration."

"Absolutely, it's not every day that you become 8th time formula one world champion and breaking a record." I smiled at him who held my hand.

"Absolutely."

"Are you okay? You seem a little nervous."

"I'm fine yes just still can't believe all this happened today."

We ordered our food and had one of the best dinners ever, the night was beautiful with the star’s in the sky making everything even more perfect.

"Hey." He calls out to me and I looked up at him. "You are without a doubt the love of my life, I have never loved anyone the way I love you and I can't even imagine my life without you in it. Not many people can adapt with a hectic life like us driver’s and I thank you so much that besides you’re supporting me you are always there for me when I need you."

"Love you know I would do anything for you."

"With that said I want to ask you a question." I nodded and he reached up and took something from his pocket and knelt down in front of me. "Would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?"

At this I started to cry and nodded my head in agreement.

"There is nothing I want more in the world than to be your wife." He smiled placing the ring on my finger and we both stood up and I slung my arms around his shoulders and kissed him. "Thank you for choosing me to be your wife."

"Thank you for choosing me to be your husband."

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Love Me The Way You Love Me

Ben Chilwell

She thinks that Ben deserves more than what she gives him. He deserves more than just a girl who struggles to let go of her past.

⚠️ Implied mature content, curse words

When her eyes fluttered open, her forehead creased because the figure she'd expected to be lying beside her wasn't there. Her hand traced the part of the bed just beside her and she didn't like the fact that the bedsheet was cold. It only meant that he had left the bed a while ago.

She rubbed her eyes, forcing herself to consciousness. She pulled the duvet up to her chest, trying to provide her some warmth, because with nothing on her and without him beside her, it felt a little bit cold.

She stared up to the ceiling, trying to remember what she had done before she'd fallen asleep. A faint smile appeared on her face when she realised that she could still feel his hands and lips all over her body.

That was when she heard faint sounds of piano coming from outside of the room.

She briefly glanced at the clock on her nightstand that said "01:17 AM" in red. A little breathy chuckle escaped her lips. She was tickled by the fact that he had left the bed in the middle of the night to play piano. He loved to do it sometimes, he said that it helped to clear his mind.

He, whose bed she was sleeping in, was Ben Chilwell.

She stayed lying in bed, listening to the song he was playing, the one that he had been practising for a whole week. He was getting better at playing piano, she thought. She didn't even remember what the song was called but she liked it; the tune sounded sweet on her ears.

From the pearl-painted ceiling, her eyes then wandered everywhere—to the light beige wallpaper that covered the wall, to the white drawers where their collection of perfumes sat on top of, to the dark brown armchair that Ben had moved to the bedroom so she could comfortably sit and read there before bed with him watching, to the slightly opened wardrobe where she could see some of her clothes stored in.

A year ago, she hadn't been here. She had been in another bed, in a fairly darker-painted room, in another big house five minutes from here. She had been in the arms of another man, making love to him or cuddling with him until she fell asleep. She had still been madly in love with the man who had ended up leaving her. She had been still in a relationship with Mason Mount.

And the image of Mason's room was enough for her to remember how his hugs and kisses had used to feel like, how he'd used to look at her or touch her, how sweet he'd sounded when he'd called her name or said I love you. She hated herself for that. Even now when Ben was the one who hugged and kissed her through her smiles and tears, who looked at her and touched her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, she still saw the shadows of Mason.

Ben was the one who saved her and mended her broken heart, yet she couldn't stop thinking about the man who'd only done the damage. She really hated herself for that.

She got up from the bed, covered her body with his shirt that she'd picked off the floor, buttoned it up, and headed downstairs. The sound of the piano became clear when she arrived at the stairs. She looked downstairs at Ben who was sitting at the piano, playing another song this time. The tune was unfamiliar, it must've been a new song he'd just learned because it sounded scratchy—she still loved it. A slight frown was painted on her face as she silently walked down the stairs.

She sat herself down on the third last step of the stairs, hugged herself with her arms, and watched on. This new song sounded sad; the minor keys and slow tempo were somehow getting into her. If there was a song that could show how she was feeling, this song was the one.

Ben let out a sigh when he finished the song. He dropped his hands down, rubbing them against his thighs as he stared at the music book in front of him. Her heart clenched seeing his silhouette; she was thinking about everything that this man had done for her.

Ben was the one who'd witnessed her tears, the one who'd helped her to get back on her feet, the one who kept her safe. Ben gave everything to her without her even having to ask for it. Ben saved her.

Sometimes she still couldn't understand—he could've been with anyone, he deserved to be with someone perfect. But he'd chosen to be with her. The broken, wounded, left-with-nothing her.

"Why are you with me?"

Ben was clearly startled; he flinched on the bench before turning around. As he put his palm against his chest, he let out a sigh of relief when he caught her figure sitting on the stairs.

"You scared me," he breathed. "What did you say?"

"I said," she paused, lips hanging open—she was clearly hesitating on repeating her words. A shaky breath slipped through her lips. "I said, why are you with me?"

Ben responded with a forced little chuckle as he slightly shook his head. "We just made love two hours ago. You don't ask questions like that." He furrowed his brows. "I thought we're past that?"

She dropped her gaze to her fiddling hands that rested on her lap as she fell silent. She didn't know what made her think that she had the courage to have another difficult conversation with Ben. But lately there had been something growing in the bottom of her heart, something so uncomfortable—maybe it was guilt, maybe it was fear, she wasn't sure.

Ben got up and walked to her. He sat down on the stairs, just one step below her. He placed a hand on her knee and gently caressed it to comfort a distressed-looking her.

"What is it?" Ben tried to ask. But she didn't answer even after a moment. "You know you can tell me everything, right?" She still hadn't budged, but Ben was patient. He softly ran his hand up and down her leg, hoping that she'd be comfortable enough to open up.

She slightly tilted her head and finally met Ben's gaze. Her sad ones stared at his tired ones.

"I still think about him, Ben. Sometimes," she said in a small voice. "I was actually thinking about him ten minutes ago."

She didn't need to mention a name. There was only one possible him.

"You know moving on takes time."

"How much time? For how long, Ben? How long am I supposed to hurt you?"

"Whoa..." Ben's eyes slightly widened. She tried to look away but Ben's hand went to hold the side of her face for a moment. "Look at me. Who says you're hurting me? No, you're not."

"Of course I'm hurting you. Ben, I still think about him when I kiss you. I still think about Mason when I'm literally sleeping with you in your bed–"

"Stop. Stop it," Ben almost snapped.

"See? You don't like it when I mention him."

"Of course I don't. You're with me. I–" Ben abruptly paused. He shook his head and gritted his teeth. "You want me to be honest with you? I don't want you to even think about him. I hate him." There was a lot of suppressed anger in Ben's voice.

"He hurt you. He cheated on you." Ben continued, emphasising every word, as if he wanted to remind her of it. "He doesn't deserve to even cross your mind again. For fuck's sake, he doesn't deserve you."

She shuddered. There was a pain in her heart like it was stabbed by Ben's words. This man in front of her hated Mason more than she did. He was probably more hurt than her—he was hurt because his best friend hurt the girl he now loved, he was hurt because the girl he loved still couldn't let go of the man who broke her heart.

Ben was the person who had been disappointed the most with Mason's decision to cheat on her and leave her. He'd sensed it, he'd seen some things that he probably shouldn't have seen, but he never had the courage to confront Mason about it until everything became too late. A part of him felt guilty because he thought that he could've prevented it.

Ben felt like he was somehow responsible, so after the big break up, he'd tried to be a good friend for her. He tried to be a shoulder to cry on, be someone to confide in and seek comfort from, and to help her to get back up—he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with her in the process.

"I'm sorry, it's just..." Ben sighed as he lowered his tone; his gaze had also softened. "Come on, love, we've talked about this. I'm with you because I chose to be with you. You chose to be with me. We've passed that point."

She did choose to be with Ben. She remembered the moment she decided that she couldn't forever live in the past; and Ben was there, so she'd chosen to move forward with him.

"And I know it'll take time for you to forget about him but, fuck, I'll kiss you until you only remember my kiss and forget about anyone else's," he said, sounding so desperate. Her stomach flipped at that. "I'm sorry for being selfish, but we've come so far—"

"No, you're not being selfish," She cut him off. "Sorry, I'm just... I'm just scared of hurting you. I mean what if— What if I can't love you the way I loved him?"

She knew her love for Ben was growing. She wished falling in love with Ben could've been easy. It was a shame that she was still struggling to let Mason go so she couldn't help but to compare how she felt for Ben to how she'd felt for Mason. Because for years, loving Mason was all she'd ever known—she loved Mason more than she loved herself.

"I never asked you for that."

"But I want to love you like that. I want to give you everything. Do you even realise I barely give you anything?"

Ben let out a little sigh. His gaze had completely softened, even though there was still a little bit of frustration left there.

"That's just completely not true," Ben stated. "Have I ever asked you for more? No. Because what you give me is enough for me."

"But you deserve so much more."

"But you're the only one I want," he said as he took a hold of her hand again, squeezing it tight. "You are enough."

Tears suddenly pooled in her eyes as her heart clenched; a surge of emotions were hitting her hard. She didn't know how Ben always knew to say the right thing.

You are enough. She didn't even know she needed to hear those words. Since she'd found out that Mason cheated on her, she'd always thought that she wasn't enough—the only possible reason why Mason looked for the things she lacked in another woman. But Ben... Ben accepted even the worst version of her, and like he said himself, he never asked her for more.

"I wanna be with you..." She whispered. The tears had fallen and were now prickling down her cheeks. "That's all I know. I wanna be with you."

"I wanna be with you too," Ben drew her hand close to his lips and planted a kiss on it. He then moved up one step on the stairs so he was now sitting beside her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. "Hey, we're getting through this together okay? We'll figure things out together. Step by step, one thing at a time. I'm here with you, you don't have to be scared about anything."

She nodded as she wiped her tears, before resting her head on Ben's shoulder. She took a deep breath, trying to stop herself from crying. Ben placed a kiss on the top of her head and caressed her arm, trying to provide as much comfort as possible for her.

"I'll learn to love you better. I'll love you more than I love anyone," she mumbled.

"Love me the way you love me," Ben replied. "I'm grateful for you. You make me happy. Remember that."

They both fell into silence as they simply enjoyed each other's presence, listening to each other's breath and feeling each other's heartbeat. There was no place she felt safer than being in Ben's arms; it felt like no one could ever hurt her again, because Ben surely wouldn't let them.

Maybe she just needed to try harder on pushing her fears away, ignoring all the haunting what-ifs in her head. She had chosen Ben and she wanted to give him the best he deserved, she should try harder on forgetting anyone or anything from the past that was holding her back.

She should let her love for Ben grow. And she should kiss Ben until she forgot how it felt like to be kissed by anyone else.

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i was going to postpone posting this story for a day or two because i was suddenly not satisfied with it. i really like the story and i wanted it to be the best it can be. but i spent the past few hours editing this instead of sleeping. i might edit this later but for now, this is the best that i can give you. please tell me if you like it<3

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Part 2 of half hearted!!!

𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 — mason mount & ben chilwell

part one here

summary: after breaking up with mason, it somehow gets worse to find you with someone else, even more so when he finds out it's his best friend. notes: reqs are open

You'd gotten round to telling your friends and family that you and Mason had broken up, and yet you still found yourself caring for him. To anyone who asked why, you wouldn't say. Even though he had your heart in his hands and squeezed it right in front of your eyes, you still wanted to protect him. You hadn't told anyone why the pair of you broke up, and luckily the newspapers had yet to know too. It had been two weeks of staying with Ben, and he'd made you feel more comfortable than ever. He knew it would be a terribly hard breakup, as the pair of you were together since 15. Ben had spent a few late-nights in the living room with you, listening to you as you cried about him. And he wasn't tired, impatient, or rude. He was the greatest person to be around whilst moving on.

He'd decided to cheer you up by taking you out to dinner, which the newspapers had quickly caught wind of and published it everywhere. Making it seem as if Ben and Mason were sharing a girl, causing people to wonder why you and Mason weren't seen together. And seeing this on his timeline stung him. Scrolling through Twitter as he waited for his food delivery to arrive, seeing the both of you outside a restaurant, laughing and giggling. It should be him.

You'd found a place to stay after two weeks with Ben, but he begged you not to go. You had told him you found an apartment closer to work, so you wouldn't even have to drive, but Ben looked deflated after hearing the news. He should be happy for you, moving on and finally resuming your life. But he enjoyed this time with you, he enjoyed having someone to come home to.

"Please don't go," Ben sighed quietly, ashamed to even be saying it, "I've had the most fun in a long time with you, you make this house less boring. You can stay here, right? Please." And how could you say no to that face? His big, blue eyes looking right up at you, a hopeful look on his face.

You couldn't hide your smile. "I guess I could stay here with you."

Ben was overjoyed. He'd taken you out that weekend to a handful of home stores, buying you whatever your heart desired. New cushions, new decorations, new bedding for your room, anything to make the house more you. Ben followed you around, pushing the trolley as you wove between isles and stared in contemplation at some of the items on the shelves. It was then that he could finally take you in, your eyes brightening as you conversed with the lady beside you about which wallpaper was better looking, the way your nose scrunched when you'd giggle, and the way you looked back at him, an unreadable look in your eye.

"Come on, slow poke." You laughed, grabbing Ben's hand and leading him out of the isle, his other hand still on the trolley. He was in complete awe of you, and he knew it was wrong, but he was in love with you. In love with his best friend's ex. It broke all sorts of codes within his friendship, but he hadn't acted on anything yet. He stared down at your intertwined hands, and you hadn't let go. Still keeping a tight grip around his hand as you led him to the carpets.

You'd gotten home, eager to put away everything you'd bought. Ben had been wonderful in assisting you, laying down your new rug, helping you lift all the decor into your room as well as some paint you'd bought. He didn't realise he'd stopped moving, forgetting about the succulents in his hands, and watching you instead. As you took the packaging off of the new bedding, giving Ben a look to help you out.

He always did, he knew how much you hated making your bed.

He laughed as you dove into it at the end, sighing in relief at the soft sheets. Ben had joined you, turning on his side to face you as you'd done to him. And here he was again, completely entranced by you. Like he was at the shop. He knew it was wrong, you and Mason had been together since you were 15, he heard the story before. But you were broken up now, he cheated on you, he really, truly hurt you. So was it that bad?

Ben brushed the hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling at you, your pearly whites shining back at him. You hadn't thought about Ben in this light before, but staring at him as you lay beside him, the thought finally appears. The media would be on your ass, immediately, painting you out to be some sort of whore, but they didn't know the truth. They didn't know how badly Mason hurt you, how he'd cheated in your own bed. You couldn't help the way you felt, and that was that.

Still staring at each other, you shivered and moved closer to Ben, the coldness of the winter afternoon hitting you. Ben had pulled you closer, his arm locked around your body, gaze still on you as he tried to read you. He tried to see how you felt, how you read this move. You just looked up at him, your chests together, and in one swift move, you'd kissed him. In your newly decorated room, in his house, that he'd invited you to live in. Maybe he liked you back? Maybe he was feeling the same way as you were?

It had been a week since that kiss, and the pair of you didn't speak of it again. You'd continued going to work, speaking to him like normal, but it played on Ben's mind all the time. Did you mean it? Was he just a rebound? Were you still in love with Mason and distracting yourself with him?

You'd gotten home late, sighing as you put your keys into the little dish in the foyer, ready to go up to bed and sleep the remaining hours of the night away. But Ben called your name. You'd followed his voice to the kitchen, seeing him with two plates of dinner.

"I made dinner just in time, then." Ben laughed, sitting down opposite you at the island and digging in. You giggled back, food not having been a thought all day, you'd gotten used to sacrificing your breaks to keep working.

There was a silence between you both, and you knew exactly what the other was thinking. That kiss a week ago, on your freshly made bed. It was a good kiss, you both needed it. But you had no idea how to approach it, neither did Ben, so it had been buried under other issues.

Ben put his fork down, tutting as he could no longer hold onto his thoughts. He needed to know how you felt about it all, he needed to know what was going to happen between you. "Y/N, we need to talk."

"Are you kicking me out?"

"Absolutely not," Ben sighed, his dinner now pushed aside and forgotten about, "it's about the kiss."

"What about it?"

"What do we do from here? It feels awkward between us and I don't want that, you're one of the closest people to me. I just need to know how you're feeling, so I can do something about it." Ben explained, avoiding your eyes completely and looking down at his hands, shaking and slightly clammy to the touch.

There was a pause, you wanted to be 100% sure this is how you felt. "I like you, Ben. I can't deny it, I thought at first it was just me missing my relationship with Mase, but it's not. I don't want to go back to Mason, I want to be with you. I just can't right now, I need to be sure I've moved on. Maybe find some closure, talk to Mason about it, I need to close that chapter with him before I start anything else."

Ben tried so hard to hide his smile, but it was impossible. You felt the same way as him, and he was willing to wait for you. "Of course, I'll always be here when you're ready."

Now that was dealt with, you had to figure out a way to get some closure with Mason. You were at work, in the break room, refilling the sugar, coffee, and tea pots as nobody else did, trying to think about how to get the closure you so needed, so you could start with Ben. You'd remembered leaving a few things at his, not being able to grab it all in the short space of time before Mason arrived home. That would be your reasoning to go over there.

Some of my things are still at yours, let me know a good time to come and grab them, you texted, strutting back to your desk with a tea in your hand, legs shaking as you sat back down.

Mason was driving home from training when he'd received your text, pulling over immediately to respond. He'd not heard a word from you since you left him, only talking through Ben. He had no idea what was going on between the two of you, he was just as clued in as the media were. Seeing your name on his screen, all the nights he spent crying over his stupidity, how much he missed you, it all came rushing back to him.

After work is great, just drive straight over, he replied. He'd be seeing you again for the first time in a month. He knew you finished early on Wednesdays, so he had to race home to sort himself out. He'd showered, sprayed himself with his favourite aftershave, he'd collected the things you'd left and laid them on the coffee table, sitting back and feeling like an idiot for getting dressed up for you. You weren't taking him back, he cheated on you. Since you were kids, you'd carried yourself with such elegance, and he'd watched you sever your friendships after they'd done something unforgivable. Sure, you'd end up crying down the phone to him, but you were sure on not befriending them again. You had respect for yourself, and Mason wouldn't expect less.

You arrived an hour later at his home, sitting in your car for two minutes to conduct yourself, before knocking on his door. The home the two of you used to own, together, excited to make memories. Your life had significantly changed after that.

"Hey," was all Mason managed to let out.

"Hey."

You walked in, the house still decorated the same, but it felt a lot gloomier. This house had definitely seen better days. Mason led you to the living room, sitting on the couch and grabbing your things to give to you. Your fingers touched for just a moment, eyes locking, the moment felt magical. But you were quick to come to your senses, to realise this was the man who's cheated on you. You felt like you couldn't do it, it was too hard. You'd find closure another way.

"Wait," Mason spoke as you turned to leave, "please, sit down. Let's talk."

Now you had no choice but to close this with him.

You sat down beside him on the couch, uncomfortable from being in your work attire for now almost 12 hours. Mason's eyes grazed over your smart trousers, your blouse, your heels. He always thought you looked so beautiful in your work attire. If he tried hard enough, he could pretend you had just come home from work and everything was still okay.

Despite being the one to suggest talking, Mason was silent. So you'd decided to take your chance.

"Mason," you spoke, your voice firm, like you had been thinking about this for the past few days, adamant in your words, "I need to finish this part of my life. I need to let you, and everything that we've been through, go. I need to move on." It stung to say, as much as it did to hear. Mason, stupidly enough, still had hope that you'd take him back.

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"What the papers are saying about you and Ben," Mason commented, "are you a thing?"

It was a tricky question to answer. You hated how public your life was, but Mason deserved the truth. You nodded, and it felt like you'd fired a gun into Mason's chest. He was bleeding into his hands, staining the dark, velvet couch you sat on. He was dying in front of you, and you just sat back and watched.

"Mason. I loved you, a part of me still does, and I know I shouldn't. But it's so hard to forget seven years of us. We've known each other for so long, and it all just drastically changed," you explained, and for some reason, all the hate and anger and vengeance you held onto for Mason, was gone, "I can't take you back, as much as a part of me wants to, I have to put myself before you. But I can't just throw you away, I can't just forget you. So, I know it's going to be hard, but I am willing to be friends."

It was something. At least he wasn't losing you, he still had a string attached. Maybe someday, if you and Ben don't work out, he will be the shoulder this time. He just nodded, a small smile on his face as his eyes fought back tears, but it was no use.

"I'm so sorry for everything that happened between us," Mason admitted, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly in his own, "I have nothing but time to think about it, and I regret it more than anything. I wish I didn't hurt you, I wish I wasn't so stupid enough to throw this away. You have been the only constant in my life and losing you has been the worst thing to happen to me."

You didn't know what possessed you to do it, but it felt right. You were still set in your ways of not taking Mason back, starting things with Ben. But giving Mason one final kiss, to really let him go for good, it felt right. Mason was stunned. He never thought he'd feel your lips on his again, he enjoyed it, he craved it. But he couldn't.

"Goodbye, Mase." You had smiled at him, it was the start of a very weird and difficult post-breakup friendship with Mason, but this was the best way to do things. Neither of you wanted to lose the other, to cut ties and pretend those seven years never happened, but you can still enjoy each other's company as friends. As painful as it was for the both of you.

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Could you do one where you Ben announce your pregnancy by posting a picture of a little Chelsea kit all ready in yours sons nursery for when he arrives 💕

They say a ‘picture speaks a thousand words’, and this does exactly that, not even bothering to caption the photo as he uploads it to Instagram, a teeny tiny Chelsea kit with ‘daddy’ written on the back hanging off the side of your little boy’s cot, the room decorated with neutral tones and little teddy bear wallpaper, clearly hinting at the fact that this is baby Chilwell’s bedroom, all of the fans going absolutely crazy as they congratulate the two of you and repost the photo