#benjamin james chilwell

[canirove]

[hendolish]

Hiii! I'm here once again asking Madders/Chilly like I'm their last man standing (maybe I am)

Can you write something about them before the summer window when they argue about James's transfer like yes he is in London but not with Ben since he chose Spurs.

Maybe they both say things they regret but then they make up somehow until they see each other at the international break.

Thank you so much if you take this request! Love your writing🩵

james maddison/ben chilwell | distance between ♡

The summer transfer window was always a rollercoaster. For fans, it was a mix of hope, anticipation, and sometimes disappointment, but for players, it could be a tumultuous period of uncertainty and change.

This summer was particularly intense for Madders. Ben as well.

Their connection had never been just about football. Whispers and knowing glances had always swirled around them. Their bond was different — deeper, more intimate. So when the rumour mills started buzzing with news of Madders transferring to Spurs, it wasn't just another football move; it felt personal.

Ben felt it sharply, a sort of betrayal. Sure, London was where he was, but Spurs? That wasn’t with him. That wasn't their dream.

“Why Spurs?” The hurt was evident in Ben's eyes as he confronted his... what exactly? Friend? More than a friend? That was always the unspoken question between them.

“They made me an offer," Madders sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground, "It's a good opportunity. They have a strong vision for me.”

Ben took a shaky breath, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on him. “I thought... I thought you’d be with me,” he whispered, not meeting Madders' eyes.

“It's not just about us, Chilly. I have to think about my career.” Madders' voice trembled, betraying the conflict he felt.

The words stung and Ben's temper flared, “It’s always been about us! And now you choose Spurs over... over what we have?”

“Ben,” Madders' voice cracked, "It’s never been about choosing a club over you."

Their conversation was filled with underlying emotions and veiled admissions, but it never got them anywhere. They parted ways that evening, the gap between them wider than ever.

Weeks turned into a blur of cold exchanges and avoided glances. The tension was unmistakable. Their shared secret had become an unspoken barrier.

However, time has a way of healing wounds. The international break brought them face to face once more, wearing their nation's colours. Representing their country, standing side by side, they couldn't avoid the pull between them.

Post-training, in the dimming twilight, Ben found himself next to Madders, “Look... I can't let a club come between... us."

Madders looked up from his clasped hands, meeting Ben's gaze, "I never wanted it to."

Taking a deep, preparatory breath, Ben admitted, "I just... I wanted more time. Time with you. Without all the complications."

Madders reached out, hesitantly touching Ben’s face and visibly relaxing when he didn't jerk away, "Different uniforms don't change what's here," he murmured, placing a hand over Ben's heart.

Their gazes locked, and the distance between them closed once again, sealing their silent promises with a gentle, lingering kiss.

"That was dead sappy that, y'know."

Ben couldn't help but tease once they pulled away, earning him a light punch in the arm. But Madders' megawatt grin told him he couldn't be happier.

♡

[eyesupchilsy]

That fucking pink cap 🫠

[carlottawllms]

The Cursed Last Step

Ben Chilwell x Reader Fluff Word Count: 3.1 Mentions of injury

Another Ben one for the blurb/imagine series and I really hope you'll like it. It's based on a request I'll post seperately - anon, I hope this is what you wanted! :)

As always, feedback is very much appreciated. Enjoy! <3

At the age of 18 you’d decided to go chasing your dreams in London instead of rotting away in the small village you’d grown up in. And it had been the best decision you could’ve ever made. It had made you grow and mature, you had made friends for life, graduated from university and got the job you’d been working towards for years.

And then it had also brought Ben into your life. Benjamin James Chilwell. He was a lot, footballer for Chelsea, an England international first and foremost, and then he was also a model and advertising partner.

But to you, he was just Ben.

Your support in good and bad times, your shoulder to cry on, your rock in every situation. He was your safe haven, your happy place and your person. Ben was your everything.

Last year, after a having been in a relationship for about a year and a half, you’d moved in together. A bit reluctantly, as his house was far above what you could afford, but wit the deal that you’d do the weekly grocery shopping as well as some of the insurances, you’d eventually agreed.

Ben had given you the freedom to add your own touches to the house to make it your home too and little by little, you’d added some decorative items, blankets and pillows, framed photographs as well as flowers in the rooms.

Of course, you hadn't just bought stuff and put it down, but had spoken to Ben to make sure he didn't think it was completely awful as it was still his house and you wanted him to feel comfortable as well. Only when he’d cleared you a room for your office, you’d simply done as you’d pleased.

Having lived on your own for a couple of years had paid off and you liked to think of yourself as an independent woman who didn’t shy away from doing manual things. Handicraft things in the house weren’t a problem, but rather a possibility to take your mind off of things and have a bit of fun.

It was one of your qualities that Ben was incredibly proud of, and never stopped mentioning it to friends and family. The chest of drawers in the hallway you’d built yourself? Ben kept talking about it as if it was a world first.

So, when you’d noticed the defective LED light bulb in the bathroom a few minutes ago, you hadn’t hesitated long and grabbed a replacement from the utility room.

A satisfied smile flitted across your face once the new bulb sat firmly in the light fixture and with your head already at what you’d make for lunch, you took the steps of the small ladder. It was your constant companion for these things as you were rather small and all things higher up were just about always out of reach.

Lost in a mental debate on whether sandwich or salad would be the choice for dinner, you forgot to watch the steps and the supposed last step was one too early. Instead of stepping on metal, you stepped into nothingness, lost your balance and in an attempt to save yourself, you twisted your ankle on the tiled floor.

“Aaah fucking hell.”, you hissed, as a pang of white-hot pain shot through your foot and brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred you just about managed to grab the edge of the bathroom counter when the room began to spin around you and slowly, with your back against the counter you slid down until you were sat on your bum.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You wanted to scream and cry, anything to alleviate the pain, but you desperately didn’t want Ben to know. He had enough on his plate already and you were a big girl, an independent woman who could go through this alone and see a doctor the next day.

You’d somehow make it through this day, you decided. It was your stubbornness and a little bit of pride speaking from you, but apart from that you were also embarrassed at how you’d ended up like this. Falling from a ladder because you’d missed a step felt pathetic.

And maybe it would get better throughout the day…But with your legs stretched out in front of you, you didn’t need to take a look at your left ankle to know it was bad. The searing pain was speaking for itself, burning in your ankle and flickering up your lower leg and yet, when you eventually dropped your gaze to your foot, you were quite shocked to see it swollen already.

“Shit.”, you hissed, head dropping back against the counter, and you angrily wiped the tear that just fell. How could you be stupid enough to fall from a ladder? You out of all people? You’d cut shelves with sharp saws, worked with drills and used knives in the kitchen every day. But a bloody ladder ended up being your worst nightmare?

If you weren’t in such pain, you surely would’ve laughed at the whole situation.

“y/n? You’re done up there?” Ben calling for you reminded you that he was still downstairs and waiting for you.

“Yeah, give me a minute and I’ll be downstairs.”, you replied in hopes your voice didn’t sound too strained. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands and scrambled to your feet as best as you could.

In order for Ben not to get suspicious, you had to put on a brave face and act as if nothing was wrong, but the second you put a bit of weight on your foot, you were close to screaming. “Okay, y/n, get it together. You’ll be fine.”

The stairs were fortunately out of Ben's sight – if he was still in the living room that was – so you hopped down the steps as quietly as you could and once at the bottom, you held your breath as you placed your injured foot on the floor.

The walk towards the kitchen was pure and utter agony. You’d underestimated the pain and with every step you felt like you were going to collapse. Biting the insides of your cheeks to stop yourself from crying out, you walked as normal as you could whilst ignoring the tears brimming in your eyes.  

Deep down you knew the attempt at hiding such a big thing from Ben would be a futile one, as he would probably find out rather sooner than later, but you felt like you at least had to try. With his ACL and the following hamstring injury, he’d been through hell and back, physically and mentally. Something that was way worse than a stupidly twisted ankle and even though you knew he’d slap you silly for this thought, you felt pathetic and like you were in no position to complain to him out of all people.

But Ben being Ben didn’t take long to realise something was off with you. It wasn't your sudden change of mind about lunch, that irritated him. Swapping sandwich or salad for ordering in was typically you and he hadn't questioned it, but the fact that you were uncharacteristically lazy had him wondering.

You were just lounging on the sofa with your attention everywhere but on the unopened parcel by the door. It had arrived before you’d gone upstairs to change the lightbulb and whilst normally, you’d be up and opening it, you hadn’t given it so much as a glance.

Something else that bothered him was how far away from him you’d settled on the sofa. You loved cuddling as much as he did, always in his arms or on his chest, basically searching for his touch, but the second you’d joined him in the living room, you’d flopped down on the other side of the sofa.

For the last 10 to 15 minutes Ben had been searching even the furthest corners of his brain in hopes to find something he’d done wrong, but he hadn’t. “Do you want to join me walking Oscar? I want to leave in like 5.”

“I’d actually like to stay if that’s okay? I thought about making some cookies.” It was a bad excuse, a really bad one and Ben only confirmed that with furrowed brows. He knew you’d never say no to walking Oscar with him as you valued the peaceful time you got to spend together. You always told him how being outside with him, holding his hand and leaning your head against his shoulder, whilst taking the sun in and playing with your furry best friend was one of your favourite things to do, so you rejecting him right now, had the worry gnawing at his insides.

What if you were sick? But you would tell him, wouldn’t you?

Ben got up from his side of the sofa and walked over to where you were, eyes trained on your slightly slumped posture and his suspicions of something being wrong with you were confirmed the second he accidentally knocked his foot against yours. You flinched and when he tilted your head back with his finger beneath your chin, your eyes were filled with unshed tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His heart broke at the sight of you all upset, but when he sat down and pulled you into his side, you immediately shook your head.

“It’s nothing Ben, I promise.” You somehow tried to control the trembling of your voice, but the pain in your foot got worse and worse. Especially because you couldn't put it up without Ben noticing.

“y/n, it’s obviously not nothing. Did I do something? Has something happened?” He cupped your cheek with his warm palm, thumb stroking softly over your cheekbone and you hated how he could see right through you. His soft green eyes stared into your own, worry swimming in his gaze and you knew you had to be honest with him.

“My ankle hurts a little, but it’s not that bad. Nothing to worry about.”, you waved off, trying to play it down as you really didn’t want to offload it onto his shoulders. He needed to focus on that opening game tomorrow.

But of course, he wasn't going to be fobbed off just like that. “Your ankle?”, he pressed, eyes already trailing down your leg, but from the way you’d positioned yourself he couldn’t see anything.

“I twisted it a little, but it’s really not that bad, Ben. I just don’t want to go outside for a walk now.”  

Ben didn’t believe a single word of what you said. He knew you wouldn’t be on the brink of tears if it wasn’t bad, and his presumption was confirmed the second he carefully grabbed your leg, accidentally causing you to yelp in pain, and put your foot into his leg.

“Jesus, y/n.”, he gasped at the sight of your visibly swollen ankle. A slightly blue bruise was forming already, and it didn’t take a doctor to see that something was really wrong. “When did this happen?”

“When I changed the lightbulb.”, you whispered in embarrassment as a tear rolled down your cheek, but you were quick in wiping it away with your sleeve. You hated being like this in front of him. “I misjudged the last step on the ladder, kind of fell on my ankle and twisted it. It’s not too bad, I’ll go and see a doctor tomorrow if it’s not better or something, I-“

“y/n.” Ben forced you to return his worried gaze as he cupped your cheek with his hand again. “Why didn’t you tell me? Baby, you’re obviously in a lot of pain and you’ve been walking on it.”

“I just…I didn’t want to tell you.”

“You didn’t want to tell me?” You hated to see the disappointment and hurt flicker through his eyes, but you still nodded. “But why?”

“It’s just…you’ve been through so much pain with your ACL and then the hamstring…like you’ve been through so much worse, I just felt pathetic for crying because of a twisted ankle and-“

“Stop.” Ben interrupted you gently, but sternly with an incredulous expression in his wide eyes. His heart had dropped into his stomach, not quite believing you hadn’t wanted to tell him because of his injury history. “You didn’t tell me because of my injuries? Love, this is not some sort of competition where one injury tops another. Don’t belittle you pain just because it’s not a ruptured ACL or something.”

He dipped down and brushed his lips against yours softly before pulling back. “I’d never think you’re pathetic or overdramatic y/n. You could have a little cut on your finger, and I’d worry as much as you do whenever I’m hurt because I care about you and want you to be okay, yeah?”

With his thumb, he gently brushed over your cheekbone, trying to stay patient and give you a moment to calm down. He knew that putting the foot up helped a little already as the blood wasn’t constantly rushing down and making the throbbing worse, but you still had to be assessed. For your own sake – and his.

“Thank you, Ben.”, you whispered. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just didn’t want you to worry and instead focus on tomorrow. It’s a big game.”

Ben sent you a fond smile, heart squeezing in his chest at your thoughtfulness. He knew that you and him were the same, always putting the other first and trying to get things without bothering the other, but his ACL injury had taught him a lot about letting others – especially you – in and relying on people for help.

No one was invincible and sometimes help from someone else was the only way to get through it.

“I know baby, but don’t do that again okay? I don’t care if it’s the first game of the season, the Champions League final or anything else. You come first, always. I’d give up any chance on a title if that meant you’re okay, yeah?”

You nodded sheepishly, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Sorry. Next time I’ll talk to you. Although I hope there won’t be a next time cause this hurts like a bitch.”, you chuckled, and as much as Ben hated to hear that, he was relieved you finally admitted in how much pain you were.

“I’ll send a pic to Dimi and see what he says. Maybe he’s still at Cobham and we can go and see him, then you-“

“Ben, I don’t want to be a burden. He’s the club doctor, I’m sure he has better things to do than to take care of a player’s girlfriend a day before a game.”, you interrupted.

You’d met the English man a couple of times when you’d picked up Ben at the training ground as he still kept a close eye on your boyfriend to make sure everything was okay. He was a kind man and you knew he’d say yes to looking at your foot, but you didn’t want to bother him with a silly injury like yours.

“None of that, baby. He’s told us several times that whenever we or our partners have a problem we can call him.”, Ben told you as he grabbed his phone and before you could protest more, he’d already taken the photo and was typing on his phone.

You sighed in defeat, knowing there was nothing that could change his mind and once he was done typing, Ben went to the kitchen to grab a package of frozen peas for you. As he was back on the sofa, he helped you settle with your back against his chest before handing you the frozen package he’d wrapped into a tea towel.

“Thank you, Ben.”, you whispered, head falling into his chest as the pain started to make you feel a little tired.

“I just want you to be okay and taken care of, y/n. There’s no need to thank me.”, he smiled and pressed a small kiss to the top of your head. “I know you feel like you’re putting something on my shoulders with your injury, but it doesn’t feel like that to me, you know? When I’d done my ACL and then later the hamstring, you didn’t hesitate for a second to switch to working from home, driving me to tests and physio sessions and so much more. Back then, you gave up a part of your life to be able to support me and I wouldn’t have made it without you. You were – and still are – my rock and safe haven and I just want to be the same for you.”

His kind words had tears springing to your eyes and you cuddled a little more into his chest, as Ben tightened his arms around you.

“Just let me be there for you, y/n.” Ben laced his fingers through yours, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand.

“I love you so much, Ben.”, you whispered, not trusting your voice enough to speak up properly, but when he squeezed your hand and kissed your head again, you knew he’d heard.

“I love you more, y/n.”

Normally, you’d never leave it at that, but the exhaustion was catching up with you. Your eyes fell close and with the even beat of Ben’s heart you were slowly drifting off.

For a while, Ben just held you close to himself, watching the way you drifted in and out of consciousness. He could see whenever a new wave of pain rolled through you and woke you up again and eventually after another 30 minutes, his phone vibrated.

“y/n, love?” Ben brushed through your hair in an attempt to wake you up carefully. “Dimi’s just messaged me, we can get you checked at Cobham.”

-

Your injury turned out to be a severe ligament sprain, leaving you on crutches for a couple of weeks and Ben made sure to never leave your side unless he had to.

And whenever you asked him to help you with something and that pretty smiled appeared on his face, you finally understood that being there for you meant as much to him as being there for him had meant to you.

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

[nemolfc]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @chilwellspulisic

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐤! 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 :)

The reception party was in full swings after a beautiful ceremony which saw the groom Nate solidify his love for his bride Hayley in front of all their friends and loved ones underneath the beautiful bright skies of Italy, and amongst those in attendance were two individuals that had been trying to avoid one another for the past three years, Y/N and Ben.

Once upon a time, during Ben's days as a Leicester player - the pair were as thick as thieves; so much so that everyone around them had firmly believed that they'd get married one day, only for Ben to up and leave her the minute he received an offer from Chelsea, his claim was that their relationship would hold him back.

And being the prideful woman she is, Y/N had taken that as a sign to cut him off entirely, refusing to answer his calls and messages and going as far as to warn his former Leicester teammate, James Maddison to tell him to stop calling her.

Three years had passed with her dating every now and then, only for the flings to end abruptly or in this case, Y/N refused to admit the real reason every single fling ended.

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" The venue is lovely! " Her date for the wedding, Daniel comments as they sat down in the reception venue, amongst the numerous crowds who were either drinking or dancing on the floor after the bride and groom danced.

" It is, Nate has great taste " She said with a smile, looking around before her eyes landed on him.

He was sitting at the table across from the table she was sitting in, and next to him was a beautiful brunette she'd come to deduce as his date, the pair were chatting and laughing together when Ben looks up to meet her gaze causing her to immediately look away and try to converse with Daniel, making the effort to appear as though she was enjoying her time with him.

A few minutes later, Daniel excused himself when his phone rang leaving her alone before she made the decision to walk to the bar and grab a drink, once she ordered her drink - she felt someone stand next to her, she turns to find Ben standing there with a smile. " Hey love "

" Benjamin " She replied curtly.

" Oh come on, three years pass and you still hate me " He rolls his eyes.

" That's an understatement, I'm only being curt because I don't want your girlfriend to think you're accessible to anyone " She retorts.

Ben chuckles, " She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend "

" Hm, I bet you say that to every woman " She laughs, taking a gulp of her drink.

" Even if I did, why does it affect you? " He asks. " Jealous? "

" Me, jealous ... yeah, right " She laughs, " I don't have to be jealous of someone that finds it easy to leave the people they care about and besides, I have a date as well "

" Yeah, Bryan, right? " He said.

" Daniel " She responds with a groan, " A very sweet guy I have been seeing "

Ben shakes his head and says with a sarcastic tone, " So sweet "

" What's wrong Chilwell? Jealous? " She asked with a teasing tone.

Ben grows silent, which causes her to look at him with wide eyes and say. " You are jealous! "

" Can you blame me? " He retorts, " You show up, looking insanely gorgeous with him, when you could have been with - " he trails off.

" Could have been with you " She said.

" Yeah " He whispers.

" Ben, you broke it off, not me " She reminds him.

" I know " He sighs, " But I miss you, a lot ... "

She sighs, she would lie to herself if she said she didn't miss him, there was a reason why her relationships never worked out, " I miss you as well " she murmurs.

The confession caused him to smile, " Maybe when we go back to England, we can talk things out " he said with a hopeful tone.

" Maybe " She said.

[kickinganddriving]

Somebody Else

Notes: Requested by @starry-night-reid. I MISS PULI SO MUCH

paring: Christian Pulisic x reader

Song suggestion: Somebody Else- The 1975

Warnings: Swearing, super minor mentions of smutty things, sad christian

wc:1.4k

pt 2

I don't want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

I'm looking through you

While you're looking through your phone

And then leaving with somebody else

No, I don't want your body

But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

It was a random Tuesday morning, the sun beaming through the windows of Christian’s apartment, at the moment he was mindlessly scrolling through instagram, in passing he saw a familiar face. He scrolls up and see’s your face, with another man kissing your cheek. The minute he could process what was going on in the photo, he felt a deep seed of jealousy plant itself in his stomach. His eyes fixate on the location tag on the post, London UK.

You and Christian broke up almost a year ago, but it had seemed that you had moved on faster than him. While you were dating, you weren’t just a piece of arm candy, you were his best friend, and with the break up Christian lost too much in one person. You dated for 2 1/2 years and it was the last time Christian felt truly happy, but he broke up with you. You got you an offer from your dream job, but it was back in the states. All he ever wanted was for you to be truly happy, which later bit him right in the ass. You worked there for around 7 months before they opened an office near London, and you chose to move back. Out of fear that he already met someone else or moved on, he was never told of your arrival.

5 months later you found yourself seeing a nice man, around the same age, who lives in your apartment complex. He has nice dark eyes, brown curly hair, and... god dammit, he’s like the Walmart Christian. He was a nice man, you could see yourself living a life with him. Would there be something missing, yes, but you could try to move past that. 

But for Christian, the past year had been absolute hell for him. He kept on getting injured, went to the world cup, but got taken out too early for his liking, and the one person he could always go to wasn’t his to go to anymore. The instagram post didn’t make it any better, not at all. While he was scrolling through your page, he saw one of the photos he took off you, it was his favorite photo. So entranced in the picture in front of him, he mindlessly liked it. Realizing what he did, he looked at the post date, 1 year ago. He fucked up.

And c'mon baby (I know)

This ain't the last time that I'll see your face

And c'mon baby (I know)

You said you'd find someone to take my place

After spending almost the entire 3 days wallowing in his room, barely responding to Mason or Ben’s texts and calls, the pair made it a point to get Christian out of the house and into a club. The guys thought clubs could fix almost any problem because it contained the holy trinity, music, alcohol, and girls. After quite literally dragging Christian out of his home, he found himself perched on a barstool, nursing a beer that was once cold, looking depressed as shit.

But guess where your now boyfriend wanted to go tonight, just guess? The same as the club that Ben and Mason had to choose. When you walked in the club you instantly recognized the face of one Mason Mount, but in trying not to draw too much attention to yourself, you just scurried off to a booth and waited for your boyfriend to come back with drinks. After a few drinks you found your way to the dance floor, trying to have a good time, but guess who else you saw, Benjamin James Chilwell. After a second of awkward eye contact, your boyfriend hobbled off to the bathroom, after he escorted you to the bar. 

After you told the order to the bartender, you heard a voice, a clear, distinct, and familiar voice. A voice that gave you the chills from miles away. 

“Your drink order still hasn’t changed” 

You turn your head to catch a glimpse of the person talking to you, Christian Fucking Mate Pulisic. He looked exhausted, not long after training exhausted, but mental torment exhausted. Your natural instinct was to give him the biggest hug and a kiss on the cheek, but you restrained.

“Christian” his name was the only thing you could say. Paralyzed with emotion, you couldn’t move, think, or barely speak. His name, something you’ve said countless numbers of times, moaning it like a prayer, sleepily whispering under your breath, saying it with the largest smile on your face, or the last time you said it to him when you kissed him for the last time as he dropped you off at the airport. 

“Yes jellybean?” You were nearly crying after he called you “jellybean”. Nobody has called you that in a year, but Christian always called you jellybean, because of your weird childhood obsession with them.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” You said trying to find a way to try to make the entire situation better.

“To find out that you came back to London, or that you are dating someone else?” Christian says with an ounce of disbelief in his tone.

“Both” You nervously whimper, trying not to say something that could ruin the entire night even more.

“Who is he anyway? He looks looks me, but from fucking Walmart.” You missed his sense of blatant honesty and sarcasm when he had an ounce of alcohol in his system.

“You mean Sam? You innocently exclaim.

“Fucking Sam” He exasperatedly says after taking a swig oof his lukewarm beer.

“We should really talk sometime soon Chris”

Get someone you love

Get someone you need?

Fuck that, get money

I can't give you my soul

'Cause we're never alone

It had been a week since that night at the bar, and he could think about you. He had finally had enough, so after using a few favors he figured out where you lived. Being the stupid, lovesick, idiot he was, he didn’t think of taking an Uber, or driving himself to your apartment, no, he had to run in the rain without a jacket halfway across London.

It was a regular Friday evening, Sam was coming over with pizza in an hour, and you were peacefully on the couch watching Friends and a comfy set of lingerie and a short and pink silk night dress. You heard the doorbell ring, but you were not expecting anyone yet, so you went and opened the door. Behind the door revealed a drenched Christian.

“Christian what are you doing here?” You say with a slight chuckle.

“I love you, I love you so much” Christian holds and caresses your jawline with his cold hands as he pronounces his affection for you.

“Christian I-” He suddenly kissed you, it was not your first kiss, but it made it feel like it was your first kiss. The way you got butterflies in your stomach, something you haven’t felt in a while. Kissing him back, everything felt perfect, like the world was at peace and everything was perfect.

“Before you even mention Sam, I love you, and I don’t know why I let you go, and you just look so fucking beautiful right now, and I miss everything about you, jellybean” He says it so fast you almost couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I love you too.” Right after the words left your lips, you were suddenly on his lips. Slowly backing up as he kicks the door closes and pushes your back up against the wall. Your lips move in perfect synchronization, as he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist so he has control of your mobility.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Christian manages to slip past his lips in midst of your kissing.

“Third door on the left” He carried you down the hallway into your room and slowly dropped you on the bed and he leaned over to continue kissing you. But then you both heard the find of the doorbell and a faint call.

“Babe open the door before the pizza gets cold” You then remembered about Sam.

“Oh shit”

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football masterlist //

Aaron Ramsey:

movie date (S)

fun at the pool (S)

sneak peek (S)

Alvaro Medran:

make the best of it (F)

André Silva:

rooftop snuggles (F)

thirsty (S)

habits of my heart (S)

cinderella (F)

Ben Chilwell:

special present (S)

hungry for you (S)

his jersey (S)

by your side (F)

Benjamin Pavard:

in your eyes (S)

Ben White:

morning shower (S)

Brahim Diaz:

first day training (F)

Declan Rice

Yoga (S)

naughty one (S)

Dominic Calvert-Lewin:

national pride (S)

Dries Mertens:

just a nightmare (F)

Eden Hazard:

my girl (S)

lazy boy (F)

Emre Can:

magic touch (S)

Eric Dier:

scaredy cat (F)

Harry Winks:

roses and foam (S)

Gianluca Frabotta:

selfie (F)

Héctor Bellerin:

pillow fight (F)

my favorite shape (S)

sleepy boy (S)

Jack Grealish:

 something in your pants (S)

thighs (S)

a mouthful of lust (S)

so tight (S)

Jadon Sancho:

first time’s song (S)

James Maddison:

new Joggers (S)

comforting warmth (F)

that’s mine (S)

Jannes Horn:

cuddly morning (S)

Jude Bellingham

new heights (S)

Kai Havertz

fiery red (S)

Kepa Arrizabalaga:

papito (S)

Konstantinos Mavropanos:

kiss the pain away (F)

Kylian Hazard:

soft, cuddly bear (F)

Leon Goretzka:

coffee date (F)

suit up (S)

teddy bear (AF)

warm heart (F)

inside the locker room (S)

Lorenzo Insigne:

Domenica (F)

Luca Zidane:

hoodie thief (F)

Lucas Hernandez:

Two for one (S)

bruises and scars (S)

Luka Jovic:

late night bath (S)

Manuel Neuer:

who’s in charge? (S)

Marc Bartra:

big guns (S)

confessions (S)

Marco Asensio:

a little teasing never killed nobody (S)

beach boy (S)

Marcos Llorente:

hips don’t lie (S)

Marcus Rashford:

lullaby (F)

striptease (S)

Mason Mount:

drunks tell the truth (S)

Memphis Depay:

inked (S)

mile-high club (S)

shower time (S)

Miroslav Klose:

who’s in charge? (S)

Munir El Haddadi:

those three words (F)

Olivier Giroud:

becoming reality (S)

Patrick Cutrone:

teach me a lesson (S)

Paulo Dybala:

nailing it (F)

Phil Foden:

revealing sight (S)

Robin Koch:

jealousy (S)

another type of dessert (S)

Roman Bürki:

valentine lovers kit (S)

aftermath (F)

Ruben Loftus-Cheek:

one night stand (S)

Theo Hernandez:

 Two for one (S)

dance for me (S)

Thorgan Hazard:

Lovefool (S)

booty boy (S)

Tyrone Mings:

nighttime struggles (AF)

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Soi kèo, nhận định Chelsea vs Watford, 22h00 ngày 22/05/

Soi kèo, nhận định Chelsea vs Watford, 22h00 ngày 22/05/

Trận cầu tại sân vận động Stamford Bridge tới đây tại vòng 38 NHA sẽ là cuộc đụng độ giữa Chelsea vs Watford. Để đảm bảo cho một suất tham dự cúp C1, Tuchel và các học trò sẽ cố gắng có được trọn vẹn 3 điểm trong cuộc đối đầu sắp tới.

Soi kèo Chelsea vs Watford

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Chelsea hiện đang có cho mình vị trí thứ 3 trên bảng xếp hạng Ngoại hạng Anh. Thành tích của đội bóng này là 19 trận thắng, 10 trận hòa và 6 lần phải nhận thất bại. Số bàn thắng ghi được là 70 bàn còn số bàn thua mà họ phải nhận là 31 bàn.

5 trận gần nhất trên sân nhà của mình, Chelsea có được 2 chiến thắng, 1 lần bị cầm hòa hòa cùng với 2 lần phải nhận thất bại. Lần ra sân mới nhất của họ tại sân nhà là trận hòa ngay trên sân nhà trước Wolves với tỷ số 2-2. 

Watford đứng tại vị trí thứ 19 trên bảng xếp hạng giải quốc nội. Thành tích của đội bóng này là 6 trận thắng, 4 trận hòa và 25 trận thua. Số bàn thắng ghi được là 32 lần làm rung lưới đối thủ còn số bàn thua là đang dừng lại ở con số 70 bàn.

5 trận gần nhất trên sân khách của mình, Watford có được 1 trận thắng và thua tới 4 trận. Lần ra sân mới nhất của họ trên sân khách là trận thua 0-1 trước Crystal Palace. Hiện tại Watford cùng với Norwich là 2 đội bóng đầu tiên chính thức phải xuống hạng tại giải Ngoại hạng Anh.

Soi kèo Chelsea vs Watford

Bên phía Chelsea cầu thủ đang có số pha lập công nhiều nhất tại đấu trường quốc nội là Mount với 10 bàn thắng. Trong khi đó bên phía Watford cầu thủ đang có số pha lập công nhiều nhất là Emmanuel Dennis với 10 lần lập công. 

6 trận đã gặp nhau gần nhất, Chelsea đã chiến thắng 5 lần còn Watford 1 lần dành chiến thắng. Không có lần nào trận đấu giữa hai đội kết thúc với tỷ số hòa. Lần gần nhất cả hai đụng độ, Chelsea là đội có được chiến thắng sau cùng với tỷ số 2-1 ngay trên sân của đối thủ.

Trận đấu tới, Chelsea sẽ thiếu vắng đi Benjamin Chilwell,  N’Golo Kante  và Jorginho vì lý do chấn thương. Trong khi đó Watford thiếu đi Cucho Hernandez cũng vì lý do chấn thương. 

Mùa giải năm nay, Chelsea kiểm soát bóng trung bình là 62%, có 13.0 cú sút mỗi trận và có được 2.0 bàn thắng. Trong khi đó Watford kiểm soát bóng trung bình là 40%, có 9.0 cú sút mỗi trận và có được 0.9 bàn thắng.

Nhận định kèo châu Á Chelsea vs Watford: Chelsea -1.25

Trên sân nhà của mình Chelsea thắng 8/17 trận và để thua 3 lần. Trong khi đó Watford trên sân khách thắng 4/18 và thua 11 trận.

Phong độ của The Blues trên sân nhà là rất ổn định, cộng thêm việc chỉ gặp một Watford đã hết động lực thì chiến thắng càng gần hơn với thầy trò Tuchel.

Lựa chọn Chelsea trận này.

Soi kèo tài xỉu Chelsea vs Watford: Chọn tài 2.75

Chelsea trong 3 trận gần nhất trên sân nhà chỉ có được 5 bàn thắng, trong khi đó Watford trong 3 trận gần nhất đá trên sân khách có được cho mình 1 bàn thắng.

Lựa chọn xỉu bàn thắng trận này.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Chelsea 2 – 0 Watford

Nhận định Chelsea vs Watford

2/3 trận đã qua của Chelsea trong hiệp 1 không có bàn thắng nào được ghi.

3/3 trận đã qua của Watford trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất 1 bàn thắng được ghi.

3/3 trận gần nhất của hai đội có ít nhất một bàn thắng được ghi.

Hai đội được hưởng trung bình 5-6 quả góc/trận.

Hai đội phải nhận trung bình 1-2 th�� vàng/trận.

Đội hình xuất phát dự kiến hai đội:

Chelsea: Mendy; Azpilicueta, Silva, Rudiger; James, Kovacic, Kante, Alonso; Mount, Pulisic; Havertz

Watford: Foster; Femenia, Kabasele, Samir, Kamara; Sissoko, Louza, Kucka; Sarr, Pedro, Dennis

Nguồn: https://soikeoclub.net/soi-keo-nhan-dinh-chelsea-vs-watford-22h00-ngay-22-05-2022/

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Dự đoán bóng đá Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023

Dự đoán bóng đá Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023 tại nhà cái đá gà trực tiếp thomo. Dự đoán tỷ số bóng đá giữa Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023.

Chelsea đến sân vận động Etihad vào Chủ nhật để tham dự trận đấu Premier League với đội chủ nhà Manchester City.

Bạn có thể tìm thấy những dự đoán, thăm dò ý kiến người dùng và số liệu thống kê của chúng tôi về trận Manchester City v Chelsea tại đây (cộng với tỷ lệ cược tốt nhất của trận đấu).

Manchester City sẽ muốn tiếp tục từ nơi họ đã dừng lại ở lần trước với chiến thắng 4-0 tại Champions League trước Real Madrid.

Trong trận đấu đó, Manchester City kiểm soát bóng 60% và thực hiện 16 lần ghi bàn với 7 lần trúng đích. Đối với Manchester City, các bàn thắng được ghi bởi Bernardo Silva (23', 37'), Manuel Akanji (76') và Julián Álvarez (91'). Real Madrid có 7 lần dứt điểm với 3 trong số đó đi trúng đích.

Manchester City không gặp vấn đề gì trong việc ghi bàn, sút trúng đích mỗi khi ra sân trong 6 trận gần nhất.

Họ đã cố gắng ghi được 15 bàn trong thời gian đó trong khi số bàn thắng ghi được vào lưới của họ là 3. Chúng ta sẽ sớm biết liệu xu hướng đó có duy trì trong trận đấu tiếp theo hay không.

Trong trận đấu cuối cùng của họ, Chelsea đã hòa 2-2 trong trận đấu với Nottingham Forest ở Premier League.

Trong trận đấu đó, Chelsea kiểm soát bóng tới 76% và thực hiện 14 lần dứt điểm với 6 lần trúng đích. Cầu thủ duy nhất ghi bàn cho Chelsea là Raheem Sterling (51', 58'). Đối với đối thủ của họ, Nottingham Forest đã có 11 cú sút về phía khung thành với 2 trong số đó đi trúng đích. Taiwo Awoniyi (13', 62') ghi bàn cho Nottingham Forest.

Các số liệu thống kê không nói dối, và Chelsea đã bị ghi bàn ở 6 trong 6 trận gần đây nhất của họ, để thủng lưới tổng cộng 12 bàn. Ở hàng thủ, Chelsea có một số điểm yếu cần giải quyết.

Nhìn lại các cuộc đụng độ đối đầu trong quá khứ của họ kể từ ngày 29/05/2021 cho thấy Manchester City đã thắng 5 trong số các trận này & Chelsea 1, với số kết quả hòa là 0.

10 bàn thắng đã được ghi giữa họ trong suốt các trận đấu đó, trong đó có 9 bàn của The Citizens và 1 bàn của The Blues. Đó là tỷ lệ bàn thắng trung bình mỗi trận là 1,67.

Đó là tỷ lệ vắng mặt thấp, chỉ với mối quan tâm duy nhất về thể lực đối với huấn luyện viên Manchester City, Pep Guardiola, là mối quan tâm của một nhóm cầu thủ gần như hoàn toàn khỏe mạnh. Nathan Aké (Chấn thương gân kheo) vắng mặt. Benjamin Mendy không thể thi đấu trận này do bị treo giò.

Chúng tôi nghĩ rằng The Citizens có thể đá với sơ đồ 3-2-4-1 lần này và chọn Ederson, Aymeric Laporte, Ruben Dias, Manuel Akanji, John Stones, Rodri, Riyad Mahrez, Kevin De Bruyne, Ilkay Gündogan, Jack Grealish và Erling Haaland.

HLV Frank Lampard của Chelsea phải chọn đội hình có hạn. Marc Cucurella (Chấn thương cơ), Kalidou Koulibaly (Chấn thương gân khoeo), Ben Chilwell (Chấn thương gân khoeo), N'Golo Kanté (Chấn thương háng), Mason Mount (Chấn thương xương chậu), Reece James (Chấn thương gân khoeo) và Armando Broja (Đứt dây chằng chéo) ) chưa sẵn sàng để lựa chọn.

Chúng tôi cho rằng The Blues có vẻ sẽ bắt đầu trận đấu với sơ đồ 4-3-3, với Edouard Mendy, Trevoh Chalobah, Thiago Silva, Benoît Badiashile, Lewis Hall, Mateo Kovacic, Enzo Fernández, Conor Gallagher, Noni Madueke, Kai Havertz và Raheem Sterling.

Suy nghĩ của chúng tôi là Chelsea có hỏa lực để phá vỡ đội hình này của Manchester City, mặc dù có lẽ sẽ không đủ để tránh thất bại.

Chúng ta đang nghiêng về chiến thắng sít sao 2-1 cho Manchester City vào cuối trận. Sẽ rất thú vị để xem cái này diễn ra như thế nào.

Nguồn: https://onebox63stone27.com/

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The virgin Mary according to his stans

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Benjamin James Chilwell, ladies and gentlemen 🥵

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