#ben x madders

[hendolish]

glowups of the century 😋

[igotlovestruck]

mr lover [ ben chilwell ]

— right where you left lover girl sequel, this takes place two years later!

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — ben chilwell x singer!reader . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — romance, mentions pregnancy, google translated french . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ clearing my drafts again 😵‍💫 if you ask me, i’m obsessed with singer!reader fics lol

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

benchilwell

liked by masonmount, yourusername, reecejames and others

benchilwell family time

view all 592 comments

user am i reading this right ?? ‘family’ time ??

user his dog clinging to y/n is the cutest thing ever

user they’re such dog parents 😭

yourusername my babyyy my babyyy

benchilwell which one?

yourusername one of you will be in a lot of pain if i say who

benchilwell 🙄

yourusername

liked by benchilwell, masonmount, cmpulisic and others

yourusername look at me, i am the favourite hooman now.

view all 826 comments

user not y/n quoting from captain phillips 😭

benchilwell once i get back home, i will take my title back

yourusername NONSENSE! you cannot dethrone the current favourite hooman

user y/n saying hooman instead of human 😭 that’s so dog momma of her

yourusername i birthed this child

benchilwell huh

yourusername huh

user pls he looks so comfy on y/n’s lap, he’s obviously not a lap dog

yourusername if he fits, he sits

user agreed 🤝

user why did all this time i thought y/n was a cat person

user she literally loves any kind of animal 😭 she adopted a ferret when she was a kid

yourusername omg !! mr fuzzy wuzzy was my childhood pet 🥹 maybe i should adopt another ferret

benchilwell what? no way

yourusername heheheheheheheeh

benchilwell

liked by masonmount, yourusername, judebellingham and others

benchilwell home is where the heart is.

view all 289 comments

yourusername but god i love the english

benchilwell you know i love a london boy

yourusername 🫣🫣

user ben at this point, you really are the extra hooman

benchilwell i cant blame him

yourusername i told you i birthed this dog

benchilwell 😂

yourprivate

liked by masonspriv, reecespriv, mikaspriv and 23 others

yourprivate hehe oops

view all comments

mikaspriv what the fuck is this how i find out ?!?!?!!

yourprivate heheheheheheheeheh

mikaspriv IM PACKING MY BAGS AND HOPPING ON THE NEXT PLANE

benspriv little chilly 🔜

masonspriv i never wouldve known if i hadnt opened this account

reecespriv me too mate

christiansprivme three

jackspriv me four

benspriv me five

yourpriv what

benspriv what

yourusername and benchilwell

liked by masonmount, chelseafc, england, madders and 8,826,937 others

yourusername we’re getting him a human in a few months 🙈

view all 399,826 comments

benchilwell babe i thought we already agreed what the caption will be

yourusername mines funnier

benchilwell 🙄

masonmount who thought that covering his eyes would be cute

yourusername mine. do you have any problem with that? 😀

masonmount i don’t maam, it’s a great idea, very very cute!

user this is the cutest announcement 😭

user as a fellow dog mummy, i approve of this post!

weratedogs 100/10 for being such a good boy and will be the goodest big brother!

user as a y/n fan since debut, i feel OLD (we’re the same age)

yourusername omg since debut album?!?!?! 😳 we have to meet like RIGHT NOW

user y/n went from writing how she’s stuck in the past, to loving herself and loving a new person 🥹 now she’s probably gonna write something about her baby ... just thinking about it rn makes me emotional

— ❤️ by yourusername

england congratulations benchilwell and yourusername! 🤍

chelseafc shall we make a onesie for baby chilwell?

yourusername omg YES PLEASE

benchilwell 🤦🏻‍♂️

yourusername JUST IMAGINE HOW CUTE OUR BABY WILL BE ON THAT ONESIE

benchilwell

liked by prodbymika, masonmount, madders, england and others

benchilwell eleanor chilwell is here 🩷👨🏻‍🍼 you did good mama, i’m proud and grateful to you, yourusername. i love you both

comments on this post have been limited.

yourusername thank you dada, we love you too 🩷

yourusername

liked by benchilwell, charles_leclerc and 3,826,929 others

yourusername the happiest i’ve ever been 🩷 merci pour tout mon benji. je t'aime toi et eleanor de tout mon coeur. (thank you for everything, my benji. i love you and eleanor with all my heart)

view all 150,729 comments

benchilwell 🩷🩷

user several chapters missed but i’m glad to see you so happy y/n 🥹

user i was surprised when they announced she was pregnant, bit i was more surprised to know that they’re married now 😭

user the hand placements of ben 😭

user i’m so alone yall

user AAA y/n 🥺

user literally went from being dog parents to real parents 🥺🩷

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ─────────────────

yourusername and benchilwell

2,836,729 likes

yourusername darling, don’t you ever grow up... just stay this little. happy birthday my sweet eleanor🩷 mama (with the help of dada) wrote a song for you baby, me and dada loves you sooo much. never grow up out now ✨

view all 238,861 comments

benchilwell growing up too fast, my ellie bear 🥲

user ellie bear... 😭 bens such a girl dad

user stopp im emo im not even a parent

user omg eleanor looks so cute!!

user milks expensive, im too young to be a mum

user my daily mantra every time i see ben or y/n post eleanor

user they have a little ballerina 🥺

user 4 years old already? 😭 time really flew by omg

yourusername i know right 🥺

user y/n and her happy ending 🥺 CURRENTLY TAKING A BATH WITH MY TOASTER RN

[20-th-centurygirl]

obsessed with you

ben chilwell x fem!reader

summary: just you and ben being loving on your socials

warnings: none

a/n: so this is my first ever insta au and it was v difficult but i actually love it. i decided to do this for my new bae ben 🤭 having the most insane brainrot for him rn so enjoy

masterlist

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

benchilwell

liked by masonmount, judebellingham and 137,983 others

off and running in 🇺🇸

view all 3785 comments

yourusername: 🍑

benchilwell: behave

yourusername: no 🤭

masonmount: captain chilly 🫡

madders: love it bro!

yourusername: did you know that i fancy you?

benchilwell: you might have mentioned it once or twice

yourusername: i'm gonna mention it a few more times then

yourusername

liked by benchilwell, sophiaamelia and 1357 others

yourusername: life lately 🫶🏻

view all 120 comments

benchilwell: pretty girl

yourusername: pretty boy

sasha__rebecca: stunning 🩷

user373: where did you go?

yourusername: italy for a few days!!

chillyfan21: they're so cute 🥹

sophiaamelia: cutest ever 🫶🏻

yourusername: love u sm

yourusername

liked by masonmount, madders and 1978 others

yourusername: my favourite weirdo 🫶🏻

view all 107 comments

benchilwell: i love you so much angel

yourusername: i love you more 🫶🏻

masonmount: ew stop

yourusername: here's the door 🚪

benchilwellsx: cutest couple ever

user237: she's punching so hard

yourusername: he wasn't saying that last night 🤭

masonmount: cheers for that

yourusername: anytime 😘

[chelseachilly]

all is calm, all is bright

pairing: reader x ben chilwell request: "Last Christmas with little bubba as a bump. Ben and his missus are in a fluff bubble being a family and waiting for their little one." - anonymous warnings: just fluff :) word count: 1.6k

author’s note: hope you all enjoyed the holiday fics, they've been super fun to write! here's one more before christmas x

-

Christmas Eve at Ben’s mum Sally’s house has been a tradition ever since the two of you started dating. 

Regardless of your plans for the next day, whether you were spending it there or with your own family, you’ve always driven up to Bedfordshire for dinner. It’s become one of your favourite holiday traditions - the mulled wine Sally always makes, watching a Christmas movie together, exchanging a few small gifts. It’s a Chilwell family tradition to give one present the night before, one you’ve embraced over the years. 

This year has been a little different for you, though. Instead of making cocktails with Alex, you’ve been sticking to tea all evening. Instead of helping Sally with dinner, Ben practically ordered you to remain on the couch. And for Ben’s Christmas Eve gift, you got him a tiny Chelsea kit with “Daddy” written on it in the place of his last name that fully brought him to tears. 

You’re so pregnant that you’re about ready to burst, and you’re extremely anxious to meet your little one. You can’t believe that, within a month, you and Ben will actually be parents.

“Are you nervous? Or just excited?” Alex asks you as the two of you are sitting by the fireplace in the living room after dinner. 

Ben is helping his mum clean up in the kitchen now that all of the cousins and grandparents have left, giving you some time to chat with his sister. 

“Both, honestly,” you admit, your hand resting on your belly. “I can’t wait to meet our baby, but it’s also kind of terrifying to think about everything that’s coming.”

“You’re going to be the best mum,” Alex assures you, reaching out to grab your hand. “Both you and Ben will be great parents, you have nothing to worry about there.”

You can’t help but smile fondly when you think about Ben as a father - he’s always been so kind and attentive, but never more than since you told him you were expecting. He’s always kissing your stomach or speaking softly to the baby, he’s been reading parenting books every night before bed, and he’s been exceptionally protective of you.

“You alright, love?”

Right on cue, Ben walks into the room and is immediately by your side, crouching down next to where you’re laying on the couch with your feet up. 

“I’m good,” you say with a smile, gently running your hand through his dark hair. “Come sit with me and I’ll be better, though.”

You attempt to move your legs down from the couch to make room for him, but he quickly stops you and gently lifts your legs so he can sit underneath them. He knows this has been the most comfortable position for you lately, with your swollen ankles and sore back, and it’s pretty much been his main goal for the past eight months to keep you as comfortable as possible. 

“How’s that, babe?” Ben asks as he begins gently rubbing your feet and calves, alleviating some of the soreness. 

“Perfect, thank you,” you sigh, leaning back in contentment as you continue to chat with Alex about school and - much to Ben’s chagrin - her dating life. 

Sally brings out tea for everyone as you discuss your plans for the rest of the holidays. 

You’ll be staying here tonight and then driving back to London in the morning to spend the day with your parents, before heading home so Ben can rest for his game on Boxing Day. It’s an away game against Spurs, and the only reason Ben agreed to you coming in your current state is because you can sit in Madders’ box with Kennedy and the kids, ensuring your comfort and safety. 

As a Ben is talking about the game and how the team has been doing lately, you can feel your eyelids growing heavy. Another side effect of pregnancy is that you always seem to be exhausted, and today is no exception.

“You ready for bed?” Ben asks, noticing your change in demeanour immediately. 

You nod, letting out a small yawn. “Yeah, I think I’ll head upstairs.”

“I’ll come with you,” he offers, carefully shifting out from under your legs and hopping to his feet. 

You consider protesting and insisting he spend more time with his family, but you know that he won’t go for it. You also selfishly want to cuddle in bed with your husband before you fall asleep, and at eight months pregnant, you’re allowed to be a bit selfish. 

Ben holds out both hands to help you stand and steadies your waist as you turn to say goodnight to Sally and Alex.

“Goodnight, dear,” Sally smiles. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

Ben keeps his hand on your back as you head up the stairs and gently guides you to the bedroom so you can begin to prepare for sleep.

You’ve always loved staying in Ben’s childhood bedroom, still covered in posters of football icons and framed pictures from his life growing up. It feels like a time capsule of your husband’s life before you knew him, reminding you of how far he’s come, both in achieving his dreams and becoming a wonderful person. 

After you’ve brushed your teeth and changed into your pyjamas, you join Ben in bed. He’s stripped down to his boxers and leaning up against the headboard, setting his phone down and smiling at you softly as you climb in beside him. 

He’s already set up your pregnancy pillow, which you pretty much can’t sleep without these days, but you opt to shove it to the side for now so you can curl up next to him instead. 

You’re been wearing Ben’s t-shirts to sleep ever since yours stopped fitting, and he immediately moves the fabric up to reveal your stomach and place his hand there. You nuzzle into his hold, your head resting on his chest. 

“Can you believe that next Christmas, we’ll have a nearly one year old?” you ask quietly, resting your hand on top of Ben’s on your stomach. 

“No,” Ben admits, chuckling nervously. “I can’t believe she’s almost here. It feels like just yesterday we found out you’re pregnant.”

You found out a few months ago that you’re having a girl, and though part of you briefly wondered whether Ben was secretly hoping for a boy, that notion completely vanished when the doctor told you the news. You’ve never seen him - or anyone - smile so much in your life.

“Speak for yourself, mister, you haven’t been growing a human for eight months,” you laugh, making Ben nod and kiss your forehead in silent gratitude despite the fact that it was a clear joke.

“That reminds me…” Ben pulls away for a moment, making you whine slightly at the loss of contact, in order to grab a small wrapped gift from the bedside table. “For you.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, as he already gave you your one early present about two hours ago. The tradition has always been one on Christmas Eve and the rest the next morning. 

“Another one?”

“Like you said, you’ve been growing another human for eight months,” Ben smiles. “You deserve a bonus gift.”

You laugh softly and press a kiss to his cheek before taking the small red box from him.

You tug on the bow and open the box, revealing a gorgeous diamond bracelet with two small charms attached. You gently pick it up to see that one is engraved with your initials and date of the birth, the other with Ben’s.

“Ben,” you breathe, “this is too much. It’s beautiful.”

He carefully takes the bracelet and clasps it around your wrist, brushing a soft kiss against your knuckles before setting your joined hands back down on your stomach. 

“We can add another when she’s born,” Ben murmurs, his thumb tracing the space between the two charms. 

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you whisper, leaning in to press your lips against his. You can feel tears building in your eyes, the hormones and your abundant love for your husband making you feel particularly emotional. “I love it.”

“You’re welcome, gorgeous,” Ben smiles, tucking you back into his side and resting his hand on your belly once again. “Thank you. For giving me everything I ever dreamed of. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whisper, cupping his cheek with one hand. 

You lean up to kiss him again with watery eyes, but you’re interrupted by your daughter making her presence known. The little kicks from within your body make both you and Ben laugh as he fully splays his hand out on your skin to feel them. 

“Looks like she already wants our undivided attention,” Ben remarks. 

“I think she’s saying she loves her Daddy as much as Mummy does,” you say, covering Ben’s hand with your own. “Or that she loves when Daddy buys Mummy expensive presents.”

Ben chuckles and presses a kiss to your temple before burying his nose in your hair and breathing you in. You’ve both been trying to soak up as many of these moments of simple, quiet bliss lately before your world turns upside down. You couldn’t be more excited that your family is growing, but you have also treasured the time you’ve had with Ben all to yourself. Soon, you will be responsible for another human, which would be a lot more terrifying if you didn’t have such an incredible partner. 

You sit there together in peaceful silence, watching the snow fall outside the window and feeling the little kicks from your growing baby, for some time before you start to fall asleep on Ben’s shoulder and he moves you both into a comfortable position. 

After getting you situated with your pillow and turning off the light, Ben drapes his arm over you so his hand can rest on your stomach.

You think he’s fallen asleep before you as his breathing has steadied, but just as you’re moments from sleep yourself, you can hear him mumbling against the back of your neck.

“Merry Christmas, my sweet girls. I love you so much.”

hope you enjoyed reading, please let me know what you thought and have a wonderful christmas if you celebrate! xx

[bitchyfoxymama]

Saviors - Sinclair Brothers x F!Reader

Warnings: abuse but not from the Sinclairs, murder, language used against reader, Bo being out of character. Fluff, let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: this is possibly the second longest one-shot I've ever written besides petals and bullets. I hope you all like this one.

...

You, your two friends, well they were technically your boyfriend's friends and said boyfriend had decided that driving from California to Florida to go to Disney world would be cheaper and way more fun than flying. What a dumb idea that was. Your clock read just after midnight and you've made it just forty miles out of Baton Rouge when your back left tire blew on your Volkswagen minibus. 

"Fuck," you moan out as you gently pull to the side of the empty road.

"What? What happened?" The sudden jolt from the blow tire woke everyone including your easily irritated boyfriend, Ben. 

"I think we blew a tire so I pulled over," you say un buckling your seat belt just as you turned the key in the ignition. You open your door, the Louisiana air is sticky and wet. Of all the places to break down it had to be here. 

You stop next to your back left tire and inspect it, a rusted nail sticks out of the tire as it slowly deflates. You begin mumbling swears as you open the back of the minibus searching for the spare you are more the positive you replaced when the front tire blew six months ago. 

"Fucking damnit!" You place both hands in your hair giving a frustrated tug. 

 had already gotten out at this point and was standing next to you, his voice making you jump. 

"I asked you if you had put the spare back in, god do you always have to be so stupid!" He slams his fist against the side of the minibus. 

His anger makes you feel small, if there hadn't been people in the bus he would have punched you instead of the bus. 

"I-I could have sworn I put it in," you say barely above a whisper. 

"Yeah? You thought? Well you didn't and now we're stuck out here in bumfuck Louisiana!" 

"Hey, what's going on?" Rebecca rubs the sleep out of her eyes. 

"Y/n forgot to replace the spare tire and now we're stranded here til morning when another person probably comes down this road." 

You look down ashamed, reaching out to grab the camping gear and flashlight. You head off the road and just want to set up camp and sleep. You've been the only one driving for the last couple of days. 

"Come on let's just set up camp so we can all sleep and hopefully get help in the morning. 0 on, let's find level ground." You don't want to make Ben any madder than he already is. 

Everyone gets out of the van and follows behind you with sleeping bags and backpacks, in case someone stumbled upon the bus and decided to have some sticky fingers. 

Once you're all settled, you finally turn in for bed. Ben, still angry and annoyed, decided to sleep next to Rebecca and her boyfriend, leaving you alone near a tree stump. You let the tears flow freely from your tears. None of you noticed the truck slowly driving past with their lights off or the man that got out and took the spark plugs.

…

When the sun begins to rise you peek your eyes open and see everyone has already begun packing up camp, it seems they forgot to wake you. It's silent. Not the friendly enjoyable silence, no this silence is awkward, as thick as the Louisiana humidity. 

You walk back to the minibus, packing everything up as they all wait for a car as they lean up against the bus. Maxwell, Rebecca's boyfriend, opens the side of the bus to sit half inside and half out. 

You decide to turn the keys in the ignition to at least getting the inside of the bus cool. But to your surprise the ignition does turn over. 

"What the fuck is wrong now," you groan getting back out of the car and popping the hood, "where the fuck are the spark plugs?!" 

You slam the hood shut and walk over towards the trio standing outside the bus. 

"Who took the spark plugs out of the bus?" 

"What are you talking about?" Ben asks giving you an annoyed look. 

"The sparks are missing, did you guys hear anything last night?" You ask again looking around the three of them. 

However just before you can get your answer a truck comes round the bend. It's an old beat up pick up. The driver slows and stops just before you guys. 

"Well howdy there? Whatch y'all doing out here so early in the mornin'?" He's a scrawny man with a cute dog in the bed and you think that makes him all the more attractive too you. 

"Oh well we-" you're cut off by Ben. 

"Well my girlfriend here, she blew a tire and seemed to forget to get a new one. She also says she's missing her sparks but you know how women are with cars," he says roughly slamming his arm over your shoulder, making you flinch. The stranger's eyes flickered to you softening for just a moment before going back to a stoic look and staring at Ben. 

"I see well, I can take you to Ambrose, it's just 12 miles up the road, my brother owns a mechanic shop and he should be able ta help yall with yours problem. Only this is I only got room for two of ya's," he says rubbing his chin. 

"Why doesn't Y/n go? It is her car after all," Rebecca says looking at you. 

"I'll go too right babe? Can't have you going alone," Ben says, squeezing your shoulder painfully, you have to bite your lip from crying out. 

And so you and Ben pile into who you all found out to be Lester Sinclair. He was the youngest of three. 

"So where y'all from anyway? Don't seem like locals round these here parts," 

"Oh well-" 

"Were from California, driving cross country this summer to go and see disney world" 

You stay quiet now and just look down at your lap. You don't feel like getting Ben angry once again.

Lester looks at you from the corner of his eyes. Planning on ways to make your boyfriend shut up and let you speak for once. He had this overwhelming sense to protect you. Don't go thinking that healing black eye and the way you flinch any time that no good asshole would touch you. 

that. But why did yall choose to drive and not fly? Seems like you'd saved some time flying?" 

"Yeah well it seemed fun at the time until this one had to go and get the tire popped" Ben says annoyed. 

"Well shit, I forgot the roads flooded. We may have to go the long way." Lester says stopping in front of the road that leads into Ambrose. 

"Oh that's OK! We can walk from here, that way you don't have to worry about going an extra way," you say, smiling up at him with a genuine smile. He smiles back at you but doesn't miss the scowl on your boyfriend's face.

You wave at Lester after you've both exited the truck, you give jonesy a rub behind her ears and head over to the little step stones that have taken place in the washed out road.

"Come on, the faster we get into town the quicker we can get the shit we need and on the road again," Ben said, grabbing your arm and pulling you hard. He drags you all the way to the mechanics shop. He knocks on the front door. 

"Hello! We were told you were open and could help us!" Ben yells. 

…

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Bo was on the back roads talking with Lester. 

"She needs our help, he doesn't treat her right neither. She's got a healing black eye and every time he touched her she flinches, and you should've seen her, she's finer than frogs' hair split four ways," 

"Hmm, and you say she's got two other with 'er? Well bring them back to Vin and he can take care of them while I go and help our visitors. You grab them sparks and hide them in the house, right?" 

Lester shakes his head headed back into his truck to get Rebecca and her boyfriend. 

…

Back at the shop, Ben was getting impatient and you were bored. 

"I'm gonna go explore, since I'm just a woman and wouldn't know anything about cars right?" 

"You don't have to be such a bitch you know," he huffs. 

"Well you are such an asshole, after this all over and we're in Florida, I'm going to drop you all off and head home, beauce this," you say pointing between yourself and him, "is over. For good this time." 

He back hands you hard enough to draw blood from your lip that his fist made contact with.

"Fuck you Ben!" You screech, "find your own ways to Florida you fuckwad" you walk away up towards the house of wax wanting to clear your mind and maybe have a good cry. 

You are amazed when you make it up the hill to the beautiful building, only realizing as you got to the front that the architecture was made entirely of wax. You gently pushed open the door and stepped inside, giving  yourself your own guided tour of the house. 

Everything was beautiful and the little intimate details intrigued you. 

"These look so life like, the artist must have such magical hands," you say in a hushed voice as though you were in an art museum and let's be honest here you really were. 

Hiding in the shadows, watching you as you gushed on and on about his art work was Vincent Sinlair, the middle son of the Sinclair brothers and the artist behind the house of wax. 

His eye stared at you as though you were a beautiful piece of art that needed to be taken care of and looked after. He silently followed you around like a lost puppy. 

Once you finished admiring the art work and decided enough time had passed and Ben more than likely got the parts needed to get back on the road. You walk towards the exit when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You peak over your shoulder and you are more than certain you saw a flash of long raven hair. 

…

Back at the mechanic shop just after you had left Bo's voice was heard booming from inside.

"Hold your fuckin' horses, I could hear you banging like all hell!" He opens the door with a scowl on his face, Bo hopes to see you there as well. With the way Lester was talking you up he was excited to see the beauty that was you. But alas you were there, only you annoyed looking boyfriend. 

"Whatchu need?" Bo asks, folding his arms over his chest. 

"My girlfriend's minibus has a popped tire and missing sparks. We need them as soon as you can give them to us. And I can make the pot sweeter," Ben says, pulling out a $100 from his wallet. You see Ben, Rebecca and Maxwell were silver spoon babies, you were lower middle class. 

"Well I'll be damned. As much as I'd like to take you up on your offer, I'll have to check in our basement to see if we have them. Why don't you come with and we can work out the price," Bo says, making room for Ben to come in through the door. Ben walks in further into the shop not paying any attention to where Bo had moved. Rookie mistake. Bo hits him over the head and Ben is out cold. 

When Ben wakes he is secured to an old barber chair under a grate in what he assumed to be the mechanic shop. He's gagged and wiggling trying to escape. He's screaming but nothing comes out. 

…..

When you make it to the mechanic shop, you try the door and are happy to see it's finally open. 

"Hello! Is anyone here? Ben! Where are you, you still here?" You ask out walking around, fingerings all the different products on the walls. 

"Why hello there darlin'" you jump at the sudden voice behind you. You are greeted with quite the sight, a gorgeous man with a trucker hat and mechanic overalls.

"H-hi! I um, I'm looking for the guy I was with, he came here to get a new tire and spark plugs. Have you seen him?" You can feel a blush creeping up your neck. Curse your affinity for getting nervous about gorgeous men talking to you and making you lose all sense of yourself. 

"That one fella with the permanent annoyed look? Yeah, I sent him on up to our house, we didn't have the right type or sparks here so I sent him up there to get help from my twin Vincent. I could take you up there if you want or you could wait here?" He says while taking his hat off and running his hand through his damp hair. It makes him look all the more attractive to you.

You smile at him, "is your brother the one who made the art in the house of wax by chance?" 

"That he is ma'am, that he is. He's our own lil family artist," he says showing off his award winning smirk, now how about we get you on up to your friend? Maybe even get some food in yall too. You must be hungry." Just as the words left his mouth your stomach growled causing you to blush and wrap your arms around your noisy tummy. 

You smile at him. You've smiled more around these two strangers than you ever had in your entire relationship with Ben.

"Of course, please lead the way," you follow after him and to his pick up truck, this one much nicer than the one you previously rode in only hours before. The silence on the drive to the house is silent but peaceful. 

You get a better peak at him as he drives, he's attractive and knows it. His hands are big and veiny. Suddenly you are having thoughts about how they'd feel between-woah there y/n you have a boyfriend. Wait wait no you don't you broke it off with the fuckwad. Yes continue with the thought of his fingers in between your thighs as he moves them in and out of your- 

"Doll?" Bo lays his hand on your shoulder startling you. 

"Yes?" The blood rushes to your cheeks and head almost making you dizzy.

"I said we're here now," he says while fixing his hat and getting out of the truck. 

"Oh." You peep out as you follow him into the house. It's beautiful, it's very homey and definitely has the feel that three grown men live here. 

"I'll get started on some lunch for you" he says walking to the kitchen as you stand awkwardly in the living room. 

There are footsteps heard coming up from what can be assumed is the basement. When the door opens you are met with a beautiful sight, a man appears sporting long black hair, half up in a mini bun. He's wearing a wax made mask. He was beautiful. 

"Wow you are beautiful," you say out loud. 

He head snaps towards you and he then signs 'Thank you' you smile, you took a few ASL classes in high school. 

"Are you the one who made all the beautiful sculptures in the wax museum?" 

'Yes, did you like them?' He signed again.

"I didn't just like them, I loved them! You have such a beautiful talent!" 

'Would you like to see more?' He signs, 'I have just finished one at the workshop I have in the basement of the house of wax,'

"I would love to, but I'm only in town until my minibus is fixed. It would've been a great honor to see it though!" 

Just ask he was about to reply, Bo is calling you both to the dining room table. 

…

The 3 of you are enjoying a wonderful meal when it's interrupted by the front door being slammed open. All three of your heads look towards and see Ben. 

"B-ben!" You stand abruptly. 

"Get the fuck away from them y/n! They are a bunch of freaks!" 

Neither man speaks as they are stiff as a board.

"What do you mean? They've been nothing but nice to me this entire time," you say staying put. 

"That one locked me up in some torture device!" He says pointing to Bo, causing you to look at him, "I think they're the ones behind the missing sparks and blown tire," this causes you to slightly step back. 

"Now darlin' it ain't what you think, ok maybe it is," Bo begins looking at Vincent for help. 

"Get the fuck over here now, so help me. Don't be fucking stupid!" Ben says. 

"What did you say?" You look at him. Without you even realizing, you subconsciously grabbed the knife on the table. You don't even realize what your doing until you hear Bo say "don't go at the throat or head. Vinny needs those intact." 

"I am so sick of you abusing me and belittling me! I am so sick of it!" You scream. 

"You wanna stay with the freaks you crazy bitch? Fine you do that but dont you ever forget who owns you." He says stepping back away from the three of you. "You don't own me, you've never owned me!" You land the first blow in his stomach twisting the blade. You don't stop until Bo is pulling you off of him. Holding you close to his chest as Vincent wipes away the tears that have begun to fall. You're free, you're finally free of the abuse. 

"We'll always protect you doll, always." Bo says as he holds you close and kisses the top of your head. 

[footballerimaginess]

Madders fan? How come you don’t like Mason or Ben? Because of Chelsea

yes I love madders, I have already explained in my last ask x

[winniethewife]

Jewels made of stardust 

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 13: Only it ain't on the surface

Warning: Injuries, Blood, torture, Angst

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words:826

Ben and Rhoswen ran through the fallen trees on the planet Ossus, the planet where their uncle had built the new Jedi temple and where he was training several force sensitive children, Including Ben. as they reached a secluded part of the forest they sat for a rest. Ben held his knees to his chest as they leaned against a tree.

“Rhos, what if I’m no good at being a Jedi? What if I fail?” He asked his sister as he looked at her with concern in his eyes. She looked at him with a furrowed brow. She couldn’t imagine a way that Ben could ever be a bad Jedi. He was so kind and good, although he could be an annoying brother, he was still a good person. She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him.

“Ben you’re descended from Skywalkers! You’re going to be the most amazing Jedi the galaxy has ever seen! You’re my best friend. I’ll always be by you side.”

“No matter what happens?” He asked with a slight sniffle.

“No matter what happens.” She confirms as she hugs her brother. As they hugged they heard their parents calling their names, it was time. As they raced back to the teaching temple Rhoswen thought to herself about his concern, he could never be a bad person…right?  

Rhoswen comes to on the floor of the cell she was being kept in at a first order base. She tried to sit up, her arms shake trying to keep her own weight up, just to have her elbows buckle and have her fall back down on her face. The pain is just too much. She resorts to rolling over on her back. Looking up at the celling she sees black dots in her vision, she rests her hands over her eyes and feels the wet sticky feeling of blood on her forehead. She sighs deeply and tries desperately not to cry. She has to stay strong, Poe would want her to be strong. Poe. At the thought of him a single tear runs down her cheek. It was impossible. She had to keep up the will to fight. She had to. She heard familiar footsteps outside her cell. She didn’t bother to move at this point.

“Sister” the voice of her brother reaches her ears. She felt the rage building in her chest. She doesn’t want to acknowledge his presence. That man wasn’t her brother anymore. The boy who she spent her childhood days with, the child she told all her secrets, Ben Solo was gone. She lost all hope for his return the day her father died. The day Kylo Ren killed her father and her brother. Rhoswen closed her eyes and sighed.

“You have no right to call me that.” She says her voice dripping with venom. She hears him scoff in annoyance, then the scuffle of boots, and the soft thud of his body on the ground. She turns her head to look to see him seated on the ground outside her cell, the transparent cell door showing him leaning on the wall, crumpled on the ground, his knees to his chest just like when they were kids.

“Rhoswen you could join me. We could do this together, like our grandfather did before us.” For just a second she had felt the tingling of affection for him, recognizing her bother in this form. But she shook the feeling off as quickly as it came on as he said this, the sound of his voice was alien to her. She was almost madder that he had perfectly imitated the boy she cared about, the boy he used to be, than the fact he was insinuating she betray the resistance. 

“I’d never join you. Never even consider it for a moment. You can go to hell Kylo Ren.” She spat these words at him, not caring what he would do, it didn’t matter anymore, she wasn’t going to fold.  The roar that came from him could be heard all around the base, not a single Stormtrooper or officer was unaware of what was happening in the detention center, some went about their duties without a seconds pause, some felt a shiver up their spine as they felt something for the person at the receiving end of their leaders anger, may it be sympathy, guilt, relief, malice. Rhoswen could hardly feel a thing but the lack of blood going to her mind as she was lifted up into the air by the neck with an invisible grasp, tightening as the fire in his dark eyes glows bright. As she feels herself fade away again she feels her body hit the ground and the alarm system starts to go off. A rush of blood reaches her mind and her vision fades to black as she hears the words she was hoping to hear.

“Sir! The resistance has infiltrated the base!”

~

Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives @silvernight-m @reallyrallyauthor

[adam-lallana]

my favourite thing about ben’s instagram is the fact that half of it is mason and the other half is jack

[hendolish]

Hiii🫶

It’s me again eheh. May I ask for some Madders/Chilly headcanons? 🤍 I have mine but I’ll love to see your ideas and thoughts about them since I managed to take you on the other side 🥰

james maddison/ben chilwell tattoo headcanon ♡

madders totally gets a tattoo related to his and ben’s relationship because he loves to get tattoos for things that are meaningful to him (fa cup win, harry potter etc.) and well, ben means the most to him so in his mind it just makes sense and he gets it done pretty spontaneously when his tattoo artist is round his house to touch up some of his other tattoos.

it’s a fox dotted with blue flowers, small and tucked away in the crook of his arm. it’ll be months before the media notice it and if anyone does he can just say it’s a reminder of his time at leicester, rather than his time with ben, but he makes sure ben knows who it’s really for.

he doesn’t tell him immediately. ben comes round a couple weeks later once it’s mostly healed and madders simply waits for him to notice, refraining from slipping on his hoodie even when it gets chilly in the living room and stretching out his arms so often that ben probably thinks he’s trying to impress him by flexing or some shit.

when ben finally notices, madders has almost forgot all about his underlying plan, swept up in the excitement of simply spending time together. ‘is that what i think it is.’ ben asks slowly, spying the new flash of blue on tan skin as madders pulls ben against him on the couch, hooking an arm across his shoulders. ‘it’s —’ for me? madders knows what he’s asking. he nods. of course it’s for ben. everything is.

and the next thing madders knows he finds himself pinned against the back of the couch as ben ambles into his lap to kiss him deeply and properly, his hands weaving up into his hair as madders beams against his lips, guessing that it’s safe to say that he likes it too.

♡

[chilly-me-softly]

Expecting Babies 2 • Ben Chilwell

Part 1

I hope you enjoy it, especially the anon who requested it. My concentration isn't the best these days but I did my best. Anyway I have other ideas to continue with this script and these characters if you like it. Let me know! x

-

"Thanks for this" Ben is still sitting around the table, the plates not yet completely empty but the attention of the two boys already shifted elsewhere.

"Don't say that, it's my pleasure. Just miss the old days Chilly" the boy shifts his gaze for a moment meeting his friend's by sketching a smile, but he's somehow magnetized by the view the open space gives from that point and it doesn't take him long to look away again.

The landlord follows his friend's gaze again, watching with a smile as his son cheerfully receives the attention of what to him is a stranger but whom he knows well.  And in a moment his smile turns into a grin. He has always seen Ben as a sort of his younger brother and has always been proud of all the achievements he has managed to reach so far; but it's also true that he needed a push every now and then, he has always been much shyer and more reserved compared to him.

"So you and Alex..." he tosses it out innocently but the look Ben gives him makes him giggle.

"We're friends madders, nothing more" and James rolls his eyes in amusement, from the moment the two of them had set foot in his house he had seen the way they behaved and the looks they exchanged from time to time and it hadn't taken long to connect the dots.

"But something tells me you didn't even try to talk to her, to tell her that you-"

"Shut up" he was probably too abrupt and loud as the two girls busy entertaining the child and gossiping amongst themselves turned back to the boys at the same time with a concerned expression.

"Are you two alright?"

"Yes sorry girls" with a wave of his hand James reassures the mother of his child and the two return to their conversation as James grabs a beer and motions his friend to follow him outside.

Ben follows him after his eyes meet hers for the umpteenth time and sighs once he's closed the patio door and put some space between them.

"What's the problem?"

"It's just that... she's so brave and determined and she already knows what she wants out of life" the boy begins to speak before he backs down once more.

"You are a footballer Ben, you have made your passion your job. You have nothing to complain about"

"I know - he snorts, bringing a hand through his hair - "but I'm talking about private life. Who am I outside the pitch? She has her own goals, she wants to be a mother and I... I" Ben lowers his gaze as he sits down on the wicker chair outside and James looks at him before laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Being scared is normal Chilly, but it doesn't have to be all and soon. Telling her you like her would be a first step, then you have to live with each other and decide together if and when the time is right for everything else. But you can't take everything for granted"

"I know" James is about to add more but the sliding door opens and the girls approach along with the smiling baby. James walks over to pick up his baby and Alex looks at Ben raising an eyebrow slightly to ask him if everything is okay, Ben smiles slightly at her.  

-

"You were right, I really needed that. Thank you" Alex smiles, her head resting against the headrest and a sleepy expression that almost makes him reach out a hand towards her cheek to stroke it gently. Anything would be useless at that moment and to avoid doing things that require explanation, he clears his throat and unbuckles his belt.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the door. You're going to fall asleep in my car"

"It's not true" but a yawn shushes her almost immediately and Ben is grateful he can hide that sweet smile by walking around the car going to open the door for her.

They walk in silence for those few steps separating his car from her door, interrupted only by the sound of their shoes touching the pavement and the keys in Alex's hands.  

"Thanks again" it's when the door is finally open that she decides to break the silence. All in all, it had been a good day, if she thinks back to how it had started with her desperate for the meeting she was going to have with her company's executives for a new collection she had been working on for a few months. And she'd probably still be there if it hadn't been for Ben kidnapping her from her home to force her to distract herself.

"Don't say that" he shrugged as if to downplay his action and Alex rolled her eyes as she moved a step closer, stroking his arm.

"For once, just once, take a compliment" the light outside isn't exactly ideal but the blush on the boy's cheeks is clearly visible as he runs a hand behind his head, his gaze lost around. Lovely.

"Good night"

"Night. Text me when you get home" after waiting for him to drive off again, Alex closes the door behind her. She stays a few moments there in the silence of her house thinking about the day and her friend above all. There are not many people who understand her as well as Ben does, who stand by her as Ben does. Yet she feels she still hasn't been able to make him fully understand one thing, that he is important to her.

-

"Didn't you say it went well? The meeting?" the two had met again for dinner, before Ben left for an away game he was determined to know exactly what had been said at the meeting; at times more excited than Alex herself.

But he couldn't keep quiet. He couldn't tell if it was just his impression, if the desire to see her always peaceful had led him to mistake her tiredness for something else. He had come to think that he was thinking much sincerely, but when it came to Alex he couldn't be as calm as he always was. And that change of mood after dinner, perhaps imperceptible in others' eyes, was a source of worry for him.

"Yeah"

"Then what's the matter?" she is distracted looking for the ice cream in the fridge and the question comes out of the blue. She stops, her head blank as a shiver runs down her spine. Then she comes back to herself, grabs the ice cream and with a fluid movement turns around.

"I can't hide anything from yourself, can I?!" an almost wistful smile as she slides the container onto the counter and sighs.

"Sorry, if I was too pushy-" but she shakes her head starting to divide the ice cream into two bowls to keep herself busy as he shuts up.

"They called me back"

"Oh" is his first response as he accepts the bowl and reaches for a spoon a little further up the counter, "why wouldn't they have?"

She shrugs, taking a few seconds to take a bite. Ben always seems to have the right questions to focus on the matter and most of the time she likes it, but others she wishes he wasn't so perceptive.

"It's been four months that's all"

"Well it was only a matter of time before that phone rang again. They know you're worth it"

"Yes maybe"

"But you're not okay" he notes as she plays with the spoon, the ice cream is starting to melt.

And she snorts because no she isn't okay obviously. This time it's different, this time it's foster care and the word temporary isn't really mentioned. This means the child will be hers, she will have a baby that no one can take away from her after a few months. She will be able to become attached and build memories without her heart breaking in two and that scares her. Of course, she's not okay.

Her first experience had been like babysitting, looking after someone else's child with the right care so that they don't get hurt but with the knowledge that she had no rights over them and had to give them back at the end of the night.

"Alex"

"I don't understand. This is something I want right? Then why do I feel this way?"

"I guess you've been warming up until now. Now it's really your turn and you're chickening out thinking if you're really up to it" once again he nailed it and Alex can't help but laugh.

"Ben Chilwell, what would my life be without you" he lowers his gaze slightly to hide his embarrassment and the conversation dies down like that, the two of them exchanging shy glances from time to time while continuing to eat in her case or melt ice cream in his case.

"What? What are you looking at? I got it all over myself, didn't I?"

"No" chuckles Ben, his gaze being caught by her teeth holding her lower lip hostage.

"Don't make fun of me! I get embarrassed when someone looks at my mouth you know it"

"I'm just dying to kiss you" Alex's eyes go wide, a faint what trying to figure out if she hasn't imagined the whole thing.

"I-" Ben tries to say something, to shake off the initial shock but even he doesn't believe what just came out of his mouth.

Then it's a moment. Alex's legs move on their own approaching the boy making their lips meet tentatively. It's only a small peck at first but when she feels one of Ben's hands slip around her waist and pull her to him, she relaxes and finds herself on Ben's legs. The boy gasps as one of Alex's hands rests on his cheek, cold from the ice cream that's still there, and the two pull away slightly.

"I bet you have a million questions in your head right now"

"Shut up" she scolds him earning a laugh from him.

-

"You should go" Alex murmurs but shows no signs of wanting to let go of Ben, lying on the couch where they have been for hours now.

"Do you want me to leave?" a smile already on his face predicting her answer.

"No" she murmurs in fact, turning her head slightly so it's half hidden in his chest, "but you need to rest for tomorrow"

"I'll sleep on the plane" she rolls her eyes even though he can't see her but continues to stroke her hair in a soothing manner.

"I can't watch the game but I know you'll do well"

"You too, you'll do great"

Eventually they fall asleep on the sofa, when she opens her eyes Ben is putting his shoes on at the door. The clock reads almost five o'clock. As soon as he sees her a sweet smile peeps onto his face and he walks over, crouching down to run a hand through her hair.

'Go to bed, you'll be more comfortable another couple of hours. I'll stop by the house to get my suitcase and leave"

"Hmm" is all she says levering her arms up, her eyes still not focusing on him properly.

"Text me when you get there"

"Sure" his hands settle on either side of her cheeks placing a light kiss on her nose, "I'm going. I'll leave you these two days, do your thinking and as soon as I get back you tell me if you want to be with me"

"You're terrible" Alex giggles, rising on her toes to leave a kiss on his lips. And Ben fights really hard to leave, still too incredulous and afraid that if he gets out of that house he will realise he has dreamt it all.

"Ben" Alex calls him back when he finally opened the door and stopped waiting for her to join him, "don't think even for a second that I don't want to be with you is that clear?"

-

"If we do this... I-I still want to do it alone the... adoption thing. It's nothing against you, I want to make that clear. It's just that I still want it to be my thing and I don't want to drag you into something this big. But that doesn't mean that-" sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite Ben, Alex had felt the need to start the conversation that had occupied her mind among other things in those days that had simply flown by. She's wringing her hands, not wanting him to misunderstand her or take her the wrong way, and keeping her gaze down so as not to look at him.

"Alex, I get it" Ben interrupts her grumbling, one of his hands on hers is what she sees before his other hand goes to rest under her chin causing her to look up gently. "You are strong and I know you will make it, you proved it with Dalia and then you built an empire from nothing never forget it"

He gestures for her to come closer and she crawls towards him, settling in his arms and instantly relaxing in that familiar warmth. He leaves a kiss on her head enjoying her closeness for a moment, thinking back to a few days before when all that was just something in his imagination.

"I will always be there for you no matter what role, and if you need my help you know where to find me"

"Ben Chilwell, what would my life be without you"

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ASOS: Prologue

Welcome back!

Before we get started, I want to remind everyone of the following:

AGOT opened with the Others, and closed with dragons.

ACOK opened with King Stannis and his dying maester, and closed with King Bran and his dying maester.

A theme found in this prologue will almost surely be repeated in either Sansa VII or the Epilogue (Lady Stoneheart), so keep that in mind as you read.

Alright, giddy up.

+..+.+

The day was grey and bitter cold, and the dogs would not take the scent.

The big black bitch had taken one sniff at the bear tracks, backed off, and skulked back to the pack with her tail between her legs.

We open with Chett hunting a bear. Heh. Get it?

I'll bet anyone the bear that left those tracks has blue eyes.

+.+.+

I should be safe back at the Wall, tending the bloody ravens and making fires for old Maester Aemon. It was the bastard Jon Snow who had taken that from him, him and his fat friend Sam Tarly. It was their fault he was here, freezing his bloody balls off with a pack of hounds deep in the haunted forest.

Unreliable narrator Chett.

Even if you were still tending to the ravens, you would have been sent north of the Wall. Samwell Tarly is with you, genius.

+.+.+

Three hundred sworn brothers of the Night's Watch had ridden north, two hundred from Castle Black and another hundred from the Shadow Tower. It was the biggest ranging in living memory, near a third of the Watch's strength. They meant to find Ben Stark, Ser Waymar Royce, and the other rangers who'd gone missing, and discover why the wildlings were leaving their villages. Well, they were no closer to Stark and Royce than when they'd left the Wall, but they'd learned where all the wildlings had gone—up into the icy heights of the godsforsaken Frostfangs.

Have we ever talked about how stupid this entire mission is? A third of the Watch's strength to locate some missing rangers. Could 50 not accomplish the same thing as 300? Way to waste those resources, Mormont.

Anyway, is 300 a nod to the Spartans and I'm only now realizing this?

+.+.+

His mouth twisted, and he could almost feel the boils that covered his cheeks and neck growing red and angry.

x

His boils were red with rage.

x

They could squat up there till the end of time and it wouldn't prick Chett's boils none.

Is this a metaphor?

+.+.+

Chett spat. "How many were there, could you tell?"

"Many and more. Twenty, thirty thousand, we didn't stay to count. Harma had five hundred in the van, every one ahorse."

[...]

Any man with a thimble of sense could see that it was time to pull up stakes and fall back on the Wall. The Old Bear had strengthened the Fist with spikes and pits and caltrops, but against such a host all that was pointless. If they stayed here, they would be engulfed and overwhelmed.

And Thoren Smallwood wanted to attack.

[...]

Three hundred against thirty thousand. Chett called that rank madness, and what was madder still was that Ser Mallador had been persuaded, and the two of them together were on the point of persuading the Old Bear.

Great sign when Chett is the brains of the operation.

Thirty thousand versus three hundred sounds like terrible odds to me. If only they had some sort of defensive fortress that could even the playing field.

+.+.+

Against that, Ser Ottyn Wythers said, "We are the shield that guards the realms of men. You do not throw away your shield for no good purpose," but to that Thoren Smallwood said, "In a swordfight, a man's surest defense is the swift stroke that slays his foe, not cringing behind a shield."

You're a terrible Spartan.

+.+.+

Chett pictured Jon Snow lying blue and frozen on some bleak mountaintop with a wildling spear up his bastard's arse. The thought made him smile. I hope they killed his bloody wolf as well.

Jon had remembered the things that Tyrion Lannister told him on the kingsroad, and in his mind's eye he saw Ben Stark lying dead, his blood red on the snow. The thought made him sick. What was he becoming? Afterward he sought out Ghost in the loneliness of his cell, and buried his face in his thick white fur. - Jon III, AGOT

+.+.+

The dogs almost yanked him off his feet, as eager to get back as he was. Maybe they thought they were going to get fed. Chett had to laugh. He hadn't fed them for three days now, to turn them mean and hungry.

Okie dokie, something deeper is happening her.

Ramsay parallel #1: Chett and his dogs.

+.+.+

They'll have snarling hounds and panicked horses all over the Fist, running through fires, jumping the ringwall, and trampling down tents. With all the confusion, it might be hours before anyone noticed that fourteen brothers were missing.

[...]

No, fourteen was a good number, enough to do what needed doing but not so many that they couldn't keep the secret.

Any significance behind the number 14?

(If I get a single message about Arianne or Sansa, I'm not answering it, lol)

+.+.+

Small Paul was one of his; the strongest man on the Wall, even if he was slower than a dead snail. He'd once broken a wildling's back with a hug.

Small Paul is a gentle, slow-witted, giant man, who displays a lot of affection for birds and horses. Later in this story he'll be forced to carry Samwell Tarly, before being attacked, dying, and becoming a wight.

No. :(

+.+.+

When he killed Sam Tarly tonight, he planned to whisper, "Give my love to Lord Snow," right in his ear before he sliced Ser Piggy's throat open to let the blood come bubbling out through all those layers of suet.

Yeah, thanks.

A man in dark armor and a pale pink cloak spotted with blood stepped up to Robb. "Jaime Lannister sends his regards." - Catelyn VII, ASOS

+.+.+

The day was so dark that the Old Bear had the torches lit, a great circle of them burning all along the ringwall that crowned the top of the steep stony hill.

What is this? Is this something?

+.+.+

He had no trade to speak of, growing up in Hag's Mire. His father had spent his life grubbing in other men's fields and collecting leeches. He'd strip down bare but for a thick leather clout, and go wading in the murky waters. When he climbed out he'd be covered from nipple to ankle. Sometimes he made Chett help pull the leeches off.

Ramsay parallel #2: The leechman's son! Chett's father and his leeches.

(I believe Lady Stoneheart has business opportunities in Hag's Mire, but that isn't the theme connecting the chapters.)

+.+.+

He had liked the look of Craster's Keep, himself. Craster lived high as a lord there, so why shouldn't he do the same? That would be a laugh. Chett the leechman's son, a lord with a keep. His banner could be a dozen leeches on a field of pink. But why stop at lord? Maybe he should be a king. Mance Rayder started out a crow. I could be a king same as him, and have me some wives. Craster had nineteen, not even counting the young ones, the daughters he hadn't gotten around to bedding yet. Half them wives were as old and ugly as Craster, but that didn't matter. The old ones Chett could put to work cooking and cleaning for him, pulling carrots and slopping pigs, while the young ones warmed his bed and bore his children.

Ramsay parallel #3: Imagine that, a lord with a keep. Perhaps he might marry and bed Craster's daughters, after taking that keep.

Ramsay parallel #4: His banner could be a dozen leeches on a field of pink.

+.+.+

The only women Chett had ever known were the whores he'd bought in Mole's Town. When he'd been younger, the village girls took one look at his face, with its boils and its wen, and turned away sickened. The worst was that slattern Bessa. She'd spread her legs for every boy in Hag's Mire so he'd figured why not him too? He even spent a morning picking wildflowers when he heard she liked them, but she'd just laughed in his face and told him she'd crawl in a bed with his father's leeches before she'd crawl in one with him. She stopped laughing when he put his knife in her. That was sweet, the look on her face, so he pulled the knife out and put it in her again.

George R. R. Martin nailing the mind of an incel in the year 2000.

+.+.+

That twisted old wildling has the right of it. If you want a woman to wife you take her, and none of this giving her flowers so that maybe she don't notice your bloody boils. Chett didn't mean to make that mistake again.

If Chett is Ramsay, who's the foil?

:)

+.+.+

He watched from the trees as the fat boy wrestled with a longbow as tall as he was, his red moon face screwed up with concentration. Three arrows stood in the ground before him. Tarly nocked and drew, held the draw a long moment as he tried to aim, and let fly. The shaft vanished into the greenery.

[...]

"It's heavy," the fat boy complained, but he pulled the second arrow all the same. This one went high, sailing through the branches ten feet above the target.

[...]

Dutifully, the fat boy plucked his final arrow from the earth, notched it to his longbow, drew, and released. He did it quickly, without squinting along the shaft painstakingly as he had the first two times. The arrow struck the charcoal outline low in the chest and hung quivering. "I hit him." Ser Piggy sounded shocked. "Grenn, did you see? Edd, look, I hit him!"

"Put it between his ribs, I'd say," said Grenn.

"Did I kill him?" the fat boy wanted to know.

Tollett shrugged. "Might have punctured a lung, if he had a lung. Most trees don't, as a rule."

This is Brandon Snow.

SOMETHING HERE IS BRANDON SNOW.

I know it! I KNOW IT.

+.+.+

He only wished he had time to kill Tollett as well. Gloomy horsefaced fool, that's what he is.

Tollett and Jon get along so well because they're identical.

+.+.+

"The prints were there like Giant said, but the dogs wouldn't track," he told Mormont in front of his big black tent. "Down by the river like that, could be old prints."

[...]

It seemed to him that it was growing even colder, which he would have sworn wasn't possible. The dogs huddled together miserably in the hard frozen mud, and Chett was half tempted to crawl in with them.

[...]

"The wood's too silent," the old forester was saying. "No frogs near that river, no owls in the dark. I never heard no deader wood than this."

[...]

"No wolves neither. There was, before, but no more. Where'd they go, you figure?"

I told you that bear was dead.

+.+.+

And Sweet Donnel Hill was all easy japes. He had white teeth and fat red lips and yellow locks that he wore in an artful tumble about his shoulders, and he claimed to be the bastard of some Lannister. Maybe he was at that. Chett had no use for pretty boys, nor for bastards neither, but Sweet Donnel seemed like to hold his own.

I have zero interest in exploring this any further, but apparently people believe Donnel is Tywin's bastard.

No further comment, simply throwing it out there.

+.+.+

"Brothers," he said, "men of the Night's Watch."

"Men!" his raven screamed. "Men! Men!"

"The wildlings are on the march, following the course of the Milkwater down out of the mountains. Thoren believes their van will be upon us ten days hence. Their most seasoned raiders will be with Harma Dogshead in that van. The rest will likely form a rearguard, or ride in close company with Mance Rayder himself. Elsewhere their fighters will be spread thin along the line of march. They have oxen, mules, horses . . . but few enough. Most will be afoot, and ill-armed and untrained. Such weapons as they carry are more like to be stone and bone than steel. They are burdened with women, children, herds of sheep and goats, and all their worldly goods besides. In short, though they are numerous, they are vulnerable . . . and they do not know that we are here. Or so we must pray."

They know, thought Chett. You bloody old pus bag, they know, certain as sunrise. Qhorin Halfhand hasn't come back, has he? Nor Jarman Buckwell. If any of them got caught, you know damned well the wildlings will have wrung a song or two out of them by now.

Smallwood stepped forward. "Mance Rayder means to break the Wall and bring red war to the Seven Kingdoms. Well, that's a game two can play. On the morrow we'll bring the war to him."

Is Jeor Mormont an imbecile?

Not only is this a suicide mission, he's likely to kill countless women and children in the process.

I don't know anything about tactical warfare, but I'm pretty sure when you're outnumbered 10 to 1, you probably shouldn't be the one on the offensive when you have a 700 ft wall at your disposal.

+.+.+

When the shouting died away, once more he heard the sound of the wind picking at the ringwall. The flames swirled and shivered, as if they too were cold, and in the sudden quiet the Old Bear's raven cawed loudly and once again said, "Die."

Clever bird, thought Chett

The bird is smarter than Jeor Mormont too.

This is purely coincidental, but clever bird instantly makes me think of someone.

Dontos chuckled. "My Jonquil's a clever girl, isn't she?" - Sansa IV, ACOK

x

"There's a clever girl." He smiled, - Sansa VI, ASOS

x

"She is not coming up the kingsroad, then. Clever girl. - Melisandre I, ADWD

+.+.+

He could see Bessa's face floating before him. It wasn't the knife I wanted to put in you, he wanted to tell her. I picked you flowers, wild roses and tansy and goldencups, it took me all morning. His heart was thumping like a drum, so loud he feared it might wake the camp. Ice caked his beard all around his mouth. Where did that come from, with Bessa? Whenever he'd thought of her before, it had only been to remember the way she'd looked, dying.

I don't know what to make of this.

+.+.+

He got to his knees, and something wet and cold touched his nose. Chett looked up.

Snow was falling.

He could feel tears freezing to his cheeks. It isn't fair, he wanted to scream. Snow would ruin everything he'd worked for, all his careful plans. It was a heavy fall, thick white flakes coming down all about him. How would they find their food caches in the snow, or the game trail they meant to follow east? They won't need Dywen nor Bannen to hunt us down neither, not if we're tracking through fresh snow. And snow hid the shape of the ground, especially by night. A horse could stumble over a root, break a leg on a stone. We're done, he realized. Done before we began. We're lost. There'd be no lord's life for the leechman's son, no keep to call his own, no wives nor crowns. Only a wildling's sword in his belly, and then an unmarked grave. The snow's taken it all from me . . . the bloody snow . . .

Snow had ruined him once before. Snow and his pet pig.

Chett got to his feet. His legs were stiff, and the falling snowflakes turned the distant torches to vague orange glows. He felt as though he were being attacked by a cloud of pale cold bugs. They settled on his shoulders, on his head, they flew at his nose and his eyes. Cursing, he brushed them off.

[...]

The snow was drifting in to cover him. He looked like some kind of soft round mountain. Steel whispered on leather faint as hope as Chett eased his dagger from its sheath. One of the ravens quorked. "Snow," another muttered, peering through the bars with black eyes. The first added a "Snow" of its own.

When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

Call off the search party, I know what theme links the prologue and Sansa VII.

Snow. Jon Snow.

The snow - Jon Snow - has ruined everything for Chett (Ramsay). There will be no keeps or crowns or wives for Chett (Ramsay), the snow - Jon Snow - has taken everything.

Inversely, Sansa's snow - Jon Snow - feels like a lover's kiss. It tastes of dreams, Winterfell, and dawn.

How FUN!

+.+.+

"Let's see how you shoot when it's Mance Rayder's lads. They won't stand there with their arms out and their leaves rustling, oh no. They'll come right at you, screaming in your face, and I bet you'll piss those breeches.

x

"Three," he squeaked to Chett, "that was three, I heard three. They never blow three. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. Three means—"

"—Others." Chett made a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and suddenly his smallclothes were wet, and he could feel the piss running down his leg, see steam rising off the front of his breeches.

You earned that.

Final thoughts:

Jonsa book off to a hot start!

Kind of amusing the worst prologue happens in the best book.

-> return to menu <-

[chelseachilly]

baby, just say yes | social media au

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: your engagement and wedding with ben <3

a/n: needed a quick break from writing the last chapter of this love so decided to make this, it was super fun so you can expect more smaus from me!! 💗

masterlist

-

yourusername

liked by benchilwell, masonmount and others

yourusername @benchilwell is always full of surprises but I think this was the best one yet...can't wait to spend forever with you my love ❤️

view all comments

benchilwell I love you so much ❤️🥹

masonmount Took you long enough mate! Congrats you two!!

sophiaamelia omg congratulations!!! so happy for you both 🤍

-

benchilwell

liked by madders, yourusername and others tagged: yourusername

benchilwell Thanks to everyone who celebrated our engagement with us today and to our incredible friends @madders and @ kennedyalexa for hosting 😊

view all comments

kennedyalexa Our pleasure, such a perfect day! 🥰

madders Only did it in exchange for free babysitting now that we're in London

yourusername Any time!! Ben could use the practice 😉

chelsfan uh oh chilly's in trouble 😂

-

yourusername & benchilwell

liked by masonmount, jackgrealish and others

benchilwell Mr & Mrs Chilwell 🤍 The best day of our lives

view all comments

masonmount So much love guys ❤️

kennedyalexa Can't get over how stunning you looked Y/N 💗

benchilwell what about me???

madders bloody gorgeous mate

-

yourusername

liked by benchilwell, sasharebecca and others

yourusername A few more because I’m kinda crazy obsessed with my husband (!!!) love you forever BC ❤️

view all comments

benchilwell Not as obsessed as I am with my wife 😘😘😘

alexchilwell You two are dangerously close to becoming one of those cringe insta couples

benchilwell 🤷🏻‍♂️

[mountsmason]

Mason Mount’s Three Lions Journey

“I got the text and I was just reading it and it didn't say 21s, so I read it again. It was an unbelievable moment for me, I can't really put it into words how I feel.”

— Mason on his call-up to the senior England squad

NAVIGATION

> Clicking on the dates will take you to the YouTube video

> Clicking on the bullet points will take you to my gifs

2018 (UEFA Nations League)

Arriving at St. George’s Park for the first time

October, 9

First interaction with Ben (bonus by @blueathens)

Meeting Rashy (ft. Jadon)

October, 12

First impressions:  part 1 — part 2

Pictures of Mason & Ben before the Croatia v England game (ft. Lewis and Madders)

2019 (UEFA Euro 2020 Qualifiers)

September, 2

Arriving at St. George’s Park with Dec (1)

September, 5

Inside Training with Dec (ft. Jesse x Rashy) (bonus: fluffy hair!ben)

[bbychilly]

Could you please write one where Benji and madders aren’t the same after he left Leicester and with madders doing nothing after the crowd boos Ben during the game last night, Ben is just beyond pissed...something along the lines of, “asshole gets the FA Cup and a baby, that’s supposed to be me”

okay, sorry but i still believe they’re close friends. and it was kinda painful for me to write about them being enemies sooo here we go with a happy ending. sorry if it’s not what you wanted x

* * *

“Get out of my way,” Ben said roughly, nudging James lightly on the shoulder.

“What happened?” he made an innocent face as he looked at you.

Ben came up to you, burying his nose in your hair, and you just stroked his head, whispering something to him. His hands were clutching you around the waist, trying to distance himself from everything that was happening in the Wembley tunnel. “He didn’t even say anything to me in support when that crowd of Leicester fans was booing me,” Ben muttered resentfully. “He was just standing and smiling. And I used to call him my best mate, for fuck’s sake.”

“Benji, darling, calm down,” you stroked his cheek as he looked at you, frowning. “You know that this is just euphoria. They won the tournament.”

“Do I care?” Ben took your hand and led you around the corner. “We were best friends. He could do at least something!” in his eyes you noticed pain and disappointment, and not only because of the painful defeat.

“Shhh, baby, come here,” you put his head on your shoulder again to run your fingers through his wet hair. It always helped to calm him down. “Perhaps you need to talk.”

“If it were the other way around, I’d support him or ask our fans to stop booing him,” Ben kept overthinking, pressing you against the wall tighter and tighter, to forget where you were and completely relax. “This idiot gets both the trophy and the baby. But damn, that’s not fair,” you smiled because your boyfriend sounded more like a little boy. “It should’ve been me!”

“And you will,” you stroked his hair without stopping as if combing it with your fingers. “The booing from Leicester fans will be ridiculous when you lift the Champions League trophy, and I,” you smiled tiredly, “and we will be beyond proud of you. More than anyone else,” taking Ben’s palms in yours, you slid down from your neck to your tummy and ran your thumb over his palm.

“We haven’t won the Champions League yet, why are you so confi... Wait, what?” A smile lit up his face and he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you serious? Oh my God,” he leaned towards you, gently kissing you, still not removing his hands from your flat belly.

“Hey, bro,” you turned to a familiar voice. Yes, after Ben moved to Chelsea, something happened between best mates. Everyone noticed it. But neither you nor James’ girlfriend gave up. You both told them a thousand times that they just need to have a heart-to-heart, figure out what was going on.

“You again,” Ben snapped, turning back to you, returning his thoughts to your baby.

Maddison scratched the back of his head awkwardly, about to leave, but someone pushed him in front. “Go on, I told you! You were best friends, Madders!” you heard a familiar stubborn voice.

“Come on, Ben,” you nodded, “you really were best friends, stop acting like children, so go and talk finally,” you pushed him to James as well and waved your hand to Kennedy. When the former best friends stepped aside, she came up to you and you both giggled softly.

“Have you already told him?” she looked at your little belly.

“Yep, but I didn’t plan on doing it today,” you both were looking at Ben and James, who were awkwardly trying to discuss something. Your conversation was much more lively and active than theirs, but soon they came up to you, smiling and hugging each other by the shoulders. “I always knew that men’s serious conversations end much faster than women’s,” you giggled.

“Have you made peace?” as if the mother of the stubborn son asked the girl and fixed James’ messy hair.

“Yeah, but I had to apologise,” muttered Maddison.

“Same to be honest,” Ben buried his nose in your neck again, placing his hands on your tummy.

Leaving home, you watched with a smile on your face the old forgotten handshake, which they said goodbye always when they were close friends. Their short hug and Ben has already dropped his hands on your waist, catching up with you near the Wembley exit. “It’s not so painful to think about defeat now,” Ben sighed, even though you knew he said it so as not to upset you. He always did that.

“Because you and James made peace?” You brushed his wet hair off his face with a smile.

“Oh, well, because of this too, but it’s not the main reason,” he squatted down in front of you, leaving a thousand kisses on your still flat tummy. “That’s my biggest reason for smiling, you dummy.”

“Stop it, everyone’s looking at us,” you grabbed his wrist, making him get up and go on to the car. “You can continue it at home though,” you giggled and Ben rolled his eyes as he pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush slightly.

tags: @brewsterbabyy @donkeykai @alexajanecollins @cam-blog98 @benchillys @footballerimaginess

[footballerimaginess]

Instagram Files | Pregnancy

Ben Chilwell  Pregnancy Instagram File Edition. I can’t lie I had so much fun writing this and finding so many photos. Credit to all the owners for these photos, none of these are mine x

liked by: leahmonroe_, masonmount, marcusrashford and 790,092 others  yourinstagram and benchilwell: Baby Chilwell is coming soon  comments are limited  masonmount: kept that one quiet bro! Congratulations 💖 sasha_rebecca: Congratulations angel 💗 reecejames: no way, congratulations to you both!!���� leahmonroe_ congratulations angels 🥺 jackgrealish: congratulations you two 👏🏻

liked by: reecejames, masonmount, katekanex and 599,302 others yourinstagram: you need and want more scan photos, course ya do! benchilwell 💜 view 243 comments  benchilwell: Mum and Dad look fit af 😜 masonmount: urgh, you two make me sick!!! ↪️yourinstagram @ masonmount: jealously isn’t a good look on ya masey! 🤮 leahmonroe_ credit to me 😉 ↪️yourinstagram @ leahmonroe_ thank you princess x 

Declanrice: congratulations, can’t wait to be uncle Dec ✌️

yourinstagram: blue is the colour benchilwell  benchilwell: 💙💙💙💙 masonmount: yeahh my best mate is coming soon 😭 reecejames: congratulations 💙 megandavison_ yay Arlo has a new bestie coming 🥺 madders: yes bro, daddy day care coming up  ↪️benchilwell: yes madders, who would have thought it 👊

liked by: yourinstagram, dele, madders and 690,923 others  benchilwell: hurry up lil’ man 😴 yourinstagram: if he is anything like you, he will be coming late!! 😂 kennedyalexa: come on bud, need to have baby squishes!

Cesarazpi: come on buddy

liked by: leahmonroe_, tammyabraham, dele and 252.278 others  yourinstagram: The only thing that fits me right now is benchilwell jumper’s. thanks for buying such cute clothes  view other comments  benchilwell: I wondered where that had got too fernhawkins_: beautiful princess 

liked by: benchilwell, dele, reecejames, and 459,235 others yourinstagram: starbucks date  masonmount: without me?  ↪️yourinstagram: yes without YOU  dele: cuteee  benchilwell: no credit to me for the photo?

liked by: kepa, thiagosilva and 908,23 others benchilwell: last few days before 2 comes 3! yourinstagram    view 702 other comments  yourinstagram: love youuuuu  reecejames: power couple  tammyabraham: FIT 😍  benchilwellfan: love you two so much 

liked by: bellesilva, benchilwell and 700,890 others yourinstagram: sneak peek of my maternity photoshoot view 287 other comments  benchilwell: OH OKAY. I see you 👀 ↪️ yourinstagram @ Benchilwell: 😜😉

Sasha_rebecca: hot mama 😍

Photographer: pleasure to work with you darling! 💙 ↪️ yourinstagram @ photographer: thank you so much for taking the amazing photos. I can’t wait to show how incredible they are 🥰

liked by: thiagosilva, tyronemings, and 652,628 others benchilwell: how is this my wife?  yourinstagram: uhhh wife?!!! better propose first 💍 benchilwellfan21: beautiful angel 

Jackgrealish: come on bro, make her your actual wife

liked by: megandavison_, jesselingard and 632,34 others Yourinstagram: when the cravings call 😍

Benchilwell: only you would do this 😂 ↪️ yourinstagram @ Benchilwell: the baby wants it not me 🙄 fernhawakins_: how do you look this glam when in labour? reecejames: a photoshoot while in labour, only you  masonmount: come on baby Chilwell, where are you  do we want a part two to this? as after writing it all I realised I never posted about the baby lol? TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @football-rambles @penguintransporter @odegaardsblues @bbychilly @kepaxchillystars @bluemoonstonesy @football-and-fanfics @mrsmctominay @footballxixstars if you want to be tagged for more, let me know please x