#chelsea news transfer today live

[sportbarcelona]

BARCELONA FACING COMPLICATIONS IN THEIR PURSUIT OF PIERRE-EMERICK AUBAMEYANG

[rightnewshindi]

स्कूलों में आवश्यकता से अधिक 163 प्रवक्ताओं के हुए थे तबादले, उच्च शिक्षा निदेशक ने लगाई रोक

स्कूलों में आवश्यकता से अधिक 163 प्रवक्ताओं के हुए थे तबादले, उच्च शिक्षा निदेशक ने लगाई रोक

Himachal Transfer News: हिमाचल प्रदेश में मंगलवार को स्कूलों में आवश्यकता से अधिक नियुक्त 163 प्रवक्ताओं के तबादले कर दिए, लेकिन बुधवार को इन आदेशों पर रोक लगा दी गई। उच्च शिक्षा निदेशक डॉ. अमरजीत शर्मा की ओर से शिक्षकों के युक्तिकरण व प्रवक्ताओं के तबादला आदेशों को स्थगित करने के कार्यालय आदेश जारी किए हैं। मंगलवार को जारी आदेशों के तहत प्रदेश में नया शैक्षणिक सत्र शुरू होते ही 33 स्कूलों के…

[leah-lover]

Closed for maintenance . Leah Williamson × reader

Reader embarks on a new journey with a new club. Part 1.

My day started out like any other in the past 4 weeks. The beeping sound of my alarm wakes me up, I dread the thought of getting up even though I still do, I get my shit together, I leave for training, come back a few hours later and go to bed early.

My days have been blending in ever since that heart shattering break up. However, today had a little twist to it. As I was leaving the gym to go to the physioroom I got called into the Manager's office. Upon getting in, the coach said “hey, so I called you here to let you know that we are going to transfer you. You have been an absolute killer for our team. You will always have a place between us. The thing is your dynamic with the team has been off which has been causing some tension. And the best thing I thought to do was to transfer you this January.” Shock couldn't describe the state I was in. Running on autopilot, I got out of the coach's office, got my things and departed home without talking to anybody, which has been my pattern this past month.

My head was in the clouds for the entire drive, and when I got home I threw myself on the coach and started sobbing. About 20 minutes later I called my best friend the only person I trusted more than anything.

“Hey are you okay? The girls are worried about you, tell me what is going on please”said kristie with a worried tone

“Well tell Sam and the team not to worry anymore. Emma has decided to ruin my life and get rid of me. I won't be at Chelsea anymore. I am basically fired.” I replied, now more angry than sad.

“What the hell are you talking about? Are you transferred where? when? How ? Are you okay? Did you tell her?.” She asked.

“I think it will be announced tomorrow at the meeting. I don't know anything kristie Chelsea is home. Niamh is home. I can't live without them.” I replied, memories of Niamh and I fludding my brain.

“Sure you will. I love you bubs no matter where you go.” She said, “Me too buddy, me too.” I added, sadness creeping into my heart again.

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It has been an eventful week. It was announced that I would leave Chelsea for Arsenal. The topic has been the talk of the town. From newspapers, Instagram pages, fans on Twitter, Arsenal fans were excited to have me. However, Chelsea fans were bitter I was let go. Most of the mean comments were directed at Emma and Chelsea which I thought was fair. I was the leading goal scorer in the WSL and we were on a great track record to win the league again.

I got a new apartment, and a new car. I tried to begin again. A clear slate and a focus on winning with my new team, the gunners.

Today was the first day of practice. The girls are really nice. This team, this family, seem really gelled together and they seem to start getting me out of my dark hole.

“Hello you.” Said Beth, “I hope you are well and I well we want to let you know you are very welcome and we hope you have a great time with us here.” she added. “Me too “ I responded.

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It has been over 2 months since that last interaction with Beth, who I can call my best friend now. Her, Steph ,Katie and I have been inseparable. Arsenal have been on a winning streak since I got here. I seem to enjoy the way they play and interact with each other.

The player I enjoy hanging out with the most is my second Captain, which I can never fully admit.

Leah has been fun, heart warming, safe and a friend and a good one. I can't let whatever is happening affect my career again. I dated a teammate before it ruined my career, or so I thought.

“Ladies, how are we feeling about a party? We won again thanks to wonderful strickers. Let's have a party, we deserve it.” Said Katie on the bus. Shortly after a plan was made.

We went to a bar, we drank, sang, danced, and it was that time of the night where I got hungry for warmth. Human connection however unmeaningful. So I kissed the first girl I fancied.

That's when I felt a hand separate me from the girl and drag me outside.

“You are drunk, let's go home before you do anything you will regret.” Said Leah with an angry tone. “ Let go of me, I am lonely. I need this, please let go.” I pleaded with the alcohol affecting my judgment.

“ You are a fool if you think I would let you put yourself in danger. You are important to me, you should know that. Now let's go.” She ordered.

“ I am not going anywhere with you, you are not my girlfriend.” I protested.

That's when she pulled me in for a small kiss. That felt reassuring but not abusive of my drunk state.

“ You are not kissing anyone or going anywhere tonight. Home it is. Now stop complaining and get in please.” She said with a pour on her face. I did as she said, my mind still on the feeling of her lips.

This is going to be a lot to unpack in the morning.

[footiehoemcfc]

We'll be Alright

Hi :) okay so this is the first fic I've ever written and the first one I've ever posted so I'm still new to trying and figuring out how this works. I've always wanted to write one and I had this concept on my notes for a while now. I also want to thank @carlottawllms and @cityfanchelseaslut because with just their writing they played a small part in inspiring me to do this <3. Anyways this will deff have a second part or three idk yet, but it will not be out until like a week or two cause I'm going a on a trip. I hope you like it and if you have feedback lmk ily. Angst, tw some curse words, 2.7k words PART 2, 3 and 4 (final) on my masterlist!

Life lately had been stressful to say the least. It had taken a toll on you and Mason. You were in the middle of a busy period with your company, a lot of meetings, projects and deadlines. On top of that, you’ve had family problems. Mason was dealing with social media scrutiny, transfer rumors, little to zero game time and it affected him, more than he liked to admit. You both were really just tired of everything and the only thing both of you wanted was a break from everything and be with one another. 

Your relationship was not new, but it was not long enough for it to have been through really rough patches. You knew at some point it would come though, Mason travels a lot and is always training. However, you always thought that whatever rough patch you’d go through would be easy with him since you two were pretty good at communicating. This hasn’t been the case at all. Ever since the new year Mason has been more and more distant and wanted to talk less about everything. You could feel it, you felt lonely. You felt like you were just there, you did not feel like his girlfriend, you felt like he didn’t love you as much. 

It was already dinner time and you were cooking for the both of you, something you always liked to do. You heard the front door open and Mason walk in through the door. You smiled at him and he gave you a smile as well. “Hi my love, smells good” he said as he placed his keys on the key holder. “Hi baby, thanks I’m making this Mexican bowl I saw on tiktok thought you might like it”, he came over to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek saying “Thank you”. 

When you finished cooking, you both sat down and ate almost entirely in silence until he decided to tell you something you were not expecting. “I had a meeting with Lew and my dad today, about my contract”, you had no idea where this was going since it was pretty much the first time he was talking about this topic with you. You nodded for him to go on, “well I think a transfer would be the best option for me in the summer, there are a couple of clubs that have shown interest so…yea”. What? You thought to yourself. You were so confused. He had always wanted to stay here why is it changing all of a sudden? You met this boy 2 years ago, he would always go on and on about how much he loved the fans, the team, the staff, the stadium, the atmosphere, so how come he wants to leave now? At the beginning of the relationship you would’ve agreed immediately not being a huge Chelsea fan yourself, but after being with him and getting to know him, you could care less what club he was playing, you knew how much he loved living here and being on the team. Sure, this season has been far from what they thought it would be, but you were not expecting this. You had your doubts, why is he wanting a move now? 

“Hello, are you there?” Mason said chuckling interrupting you from all of your thoughts. “I thought you’d be more excited or happy about this…” he said, “No, I mean, yes, I’m just shocked sorry. I wasn’t expecting that, especially since you love it here and since I’ve known you you’ve never mentioned leaving or anything like that.” “Yea I know I never have but, you know my contract ends next year, the new offer is not ideal, and Lewis and my dad think it’s the best option” he said looking at you, “okay” you weren’t sure what to say. You knew it was not his idea. As much as he needed to take into consideration other people’s opinions on this matter, you thought it was best if he made a decision based on what he thought it was best for him. “Okayy what?” “Nothing” “Y/n I know you, you are biting your tongue”. 

Well, if you promised to be honest with him you would. “I just think…I mean is that what you really want? You want to leave? Or is it just the easy way out? Or just because your family said it was best you think it is?” you said this in a loving tone, trying to really figure out why he was trying to decide so quickly on this. “I-I do want this” he stuttered, you knew deep down he was still debating whether it would be a good idea or not. “Okay, then that’s fine” you said getting up and picking up your plate. He placed his fork down and looked frustrated. “You don’t believe me” “Mason plea-“ “This is going to be the best for me, I know you never really cared or supported chels but it will be the same with the new club so not much will change and it won’t be that hard for you” you stopped what you were doing while he said this. You never cared? You knew this would turn ugly now that both of you were getting more upset. “I never cared?! I always go to your games when I can, or I watch them from home. You know damn well wherever you go I will support you because you are my boyfriend” “Then why is this so bad for you?” “Because I know this is not what you want!” as much as you didn’t want to raise your voice, you were getting tired of trying to make him understand what bothered you.

You wanted him to be happy, and if that meant leaving then so be it, but it just confused you how he would make such a big decision in a span of a few hours without thinking about it more. Hell, he could barely decide what to wear for a night out in two hours. “It’s what I want now!” He had never raised his voice like this with you. You could cut the tension with a knife in the room. “Have you not seen the shit show this season has been!? Of course not, you’ve been busier than ever with your job and your office meetings.” “And don’t you think that maybe next year it will be different? You are bullshitting yourself into thinking that going to another place is the better option when you and I both know you’ve never ever dreamed of that. Just because people that love you want that for you does not mean you need to do it. Think for yourself. And I do care, I watch every single game of yours, I never say anything about it cause I know you come home upset and never talk to me about it…and that’s…that’s a whole other thing” whispering the last part and looking away. 

This was it. This was the rough patch you were anticipating with him. You didn’t want to have this fight but maybe it was for the best. You were not planning on telling Mason how you’ve felt the last couple of months to not add anything more on his plate, but tonight maybe would be the day. You were tired of it, the first time you are hearing about his contract is today, never discussing it with you. You knew it would be an option and you would follow him anywhere, but it hurt that he could never talk to you about it and have your input as well, every big decision you’ve made you would always ask his opinion. “What whole other thing?” “Mason…I feel like…I feel like the past 2-3 months I’ve just been trying for you to talk to me and for you to let me help you and you just don’t want it. I didn’t even know when you were injured, I find out today that you made up your mind about what you want to do, I never knew anything about this whole thing. I’m out of the loop on your life. I feel like I’m there for you or at least try to cause you don’t’ let me, and you never bother to be there for me, I’ve been going through a lot too at work and with my family.” After saying that you had no idea how this would go down. To be honest, recently you could never tell in which mood Mason would be. You did not blame him though, it has been incredibly hard for him, but you needed him as well.

After you said this his face, just said it all. “Y/n this whole year has been shit, I don’t need this” Ouch. You excepted different outcomes from this, but him not caring AGAIN was not one of them. “You don’t need what? Me? This relationship? To talk about it?” You were getting more and more upset, you felt like he was invalidating your feelings. “No, I don’t need more problems, I already have enough bullshit to deal with. I don’t talk to you about it because I know it will stress you out, more than you are already.” You scoffed hearing this. “Again, you don’t believe me fucking hell” “No I don’t Mason, how come you can open up and talk to your friends and not me?” Mason started grabbing his face and pacing around the room. He didn’t want to have this conversation, you could visibly tell. But you were adamant to figure out why he was being like this with you. “You are so selfish sometimes.” 

After everything you have done, for him to call you selfish was the tip of the iceberg. “Selfish!? Selfish? Are you being serious right now? Selfish because I want to feel like your fucking girlfriend again?!” “You are!” This was getting heated very quickly and you didn’t like it. What was supposed to be a nice dinner with him just turned into probably the biggest argument you two have ever had. “Mason” you tried calming yourself down to talk to him so he would do the same as well. “Listen, I feel the way I fee-“ “Do you like seeing me fail here to feel better about yourself? Is that what this is?” “What?” You were shocked. How did it go from you being selfish to know you wanting him to fail. It’s like both of you were throwing in everything, every single thought you two have had the past month because you haven’t been communicating. Being selfish was one thing, but him thinking that low of you hurt, specially because you have always rooted for him. “Where the hell did that come from?” You need to know if you did something to make him think that way, you were certain you hadn’t. “It doesn’t matter” he was about to walk to the main entrance of the house to go upstairs. “No, what is that about?” He stopped. He didn’t turn around, debating whether to keep arguing or just leave it and go upstairs. He finally turned around, “Jayden had that thought and…I don’t know I feel like now that you think I’m making the wrong decision maybe he is right” Jayden. The one friend of his that had some sort of vendetta against you. You were always nice to him, but he was a prick. You had your reasons to dislike him and Mason knew you two did not get along but you were not going to be that girlfriend that wants their boyfriend to cut someone off their lives. You were aware he didn’t like you too, why? He had always said Mason “settled” too quickly and he was too young to be “fucking around with just one girl”. Jayden loved going out, getting drunk and have a crazy night. Mason did not, but Jayden always thought it was you telling him not to go out drinking or something. 

You snapped back to reality. “Jayden? Out of all of your friends, you are going to believe Jayden? The guy who hates me for god knows what?” Mason was just blank, he was slowly realizing how ridiculous that sounded, especially since it was coming from someone who doesn’t really know you. But that, that was your tipping point. You felt like you had enough. First, being called selfish and now this. You wanted to cry, not because of the situation itself but because it hurt that after all the effort you’ve made to be there for him even thought you were having a hard time to, he would think like that. You gathered up the courage to say what you had to say, “well you know what, if you want to be talking to your friends about all of this and not me, go ahead. I’m done, and you can tell Jayden to go fuck himself, and so can you.” You walked up to the couch to grab your overnight bag, put your shoes and jacket on and leave. You did not want to be with him now. You felt like he was disrespecting you. He tried to stop you from leaving the kitchen. You realized that was not all you had inside you. 

“Y/n stop please, we can talk about this” just as you were about to open the front door, you decided to let it out. “Oh, now you want to talk. You want to believe what your friends say? Go ahead. I’ve been so patient Mason I really have. I’ve come here after every game to try and take your mind off it and the only way it worked was when it was sex, I’ve been trying for you to talk to me but no you have your stupid fucking friend, I’ve been trying to get you help and no you don’t need it and I’m worrying too much. I’ve been waiting for YOU to ask me how I am and actually care about my life as well but you haven’t cause you don’t. I’ve been feeling like a fucking ghost in your house and with you, all while I’ve felt like shit cause my job is killing me, I feel like I will literally break down any day now and I STILL make the fucking effort to come here because I know you are not okay after not winning another fucking game. So I am not selfish, I’m not against the idea of you leaving just because of me, I don’t like seeing you fail just to feel better about myself, I am just fucking tired of this and tired of feeling like shit and trying to figure out what the fuck I did wrong and if you still even love me because every time you’ve said it the last months it just sounds like you’re saying it out of habit. So, you figure out what you want, think whatever you want to think about me based on what your stupid friends say more specifically the same one that does not like me. I’m leaving.” It was like the weight of the world came off your shoulders. 

You never ever raise your voice or snap like this. But having felt so sad, unappreciated and just not loved made you say all of this. Mason just stood there listening to you. You tried getting all of it out without tearing up, but you couldn’t. You opened the door and left. Mason was hurt, he hated that you have felt that way for so long. He didn’t mean for it to become this huge. He knows he was wrong in assuming that of you, he knows he was wrong in believing something Jayden had said. He had no idea how was going to fix it, but he was determined to do it.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Jonelias Week Day 1 (Which is definitely today I swear), for the prompt "No Powers AU"

This one... maybe got away from me. This is actually only the first half of what I've written so far, and probably the first third overall! I do plan to post this to Ao3 at some point (although I suspect I'll need to do a lengthy round of editing first lmao). It's some very self-indulgent nonsense, which is a lot of what I write, but now it's getting put in the main tags of a ship during said ship's event week. So. It may also be a little bit "aromantic dude tries to figure out what having a crush is supposed to be like." Also a lot of "dude who took Principals of Accounting once pretending it knows what office work is like." Anyway, quick warning before we begin, and the rest will be under the read-more:

Stalking (played for laughs) for most of the fic.

Just. A weird amount of obsession.

Ok that should be it I think. Fic under the cut.

Jon's new boss was, quite possibly, the most boring man in the world. He wore the same outfit every day (pale dress shirt with dark unpatterned tie and gray slacks and matching suit jacket). The only personal effect in his entire office was a potted plant on the windowsill (some sort of succulent, and definitely fake). He always arrived to work exactly half an hour early and left exactly half an hour late. The only hobby he appeared to show any interest in was scheduling, which he seemed to find both deeply engaging and remarkably irritating. In fact, he was apparently so opposed to the idea of mixing his work with his personal life that he might as well not have existed beyond the walls of their office. Jon had never been more fascinated by anyone else in his entire life.

It stared with the transfer to the accounting department. Elias had met with him personally to get him acclimated to his new role. He had been blandly polite, and blandly handsome, and Jon had stopped listening to him about five minutes into their conversation. It was probably bad form, really. The software Elias was droning on and on about sounded like it was about to become a central feature of his days. He really should've been paying attention to it. Instead, he pretended to make eye contact while zeroing in on the top of Bouchard's forehead (a very useful trick, really) and became inordinately focused on the small lock of hair that had fallen across it. It was terribly distracting, and Jon had wondered how he hadn't noticed it. And then he wondered how it had come to be there. And then he had built up an entire story involving a murder, an illicit affair with the assistant director of marketing, and the potted succulent. And then he had noticed Bouchard eying him with what could've been suspicion or amusement or irritation or nothing whatsoever, and had been forced to rapidly pretend to care about their company's bad debt expense policy. Bouchard had indulged him, and had spoken with the calm authority of someone who knew what they were talking about, and had even managed to avoid being overtly condescending (a feat forever out of Jon's reach). At the end he had shaken Jon's hand (with a nice, firm grip), and had told him "I'm looking forward to working with you, I'm sure you'll make a wonderful member of our team." Jon had left that meeting with a mind shrouded in a fog of boredom and a faint sensation of warmth which he decided was best attributed to curiosity and left otherwise unexamined. Over the next few weeks, Jon had tried to subtly inquire into Bouchard's life. At the time, he had been naively under the impression that surely he must have let slip something about his life; some odd quirk or funny story or harmless bit of information which could justify Jon's blooming curiosity. Unfortunately; "He lives in Chelsea, I'm pretty sure?" (Sasha) "He's currently in a meeting. Honestly Jon, you'll be better off just sending an email. Now can I please get back to work?" (Rosie, probably lying about the meeting) "He actually lives here in the office. Set up a cozy little home away from home in one of the storage closets and sneaks out at night to raid the canteen. And he's having an affair with the assistant director of marketing." (Tim, definitely lying (but maybe a mind reader? Also, full of brilliant ideas for places Jon could maybe set up a cot whenever he needs to stay overnight)) Clearly, Jon would have to take matters into his own hands if he wanted answers. That was fine. It could be his own private little research project.

Jon liked to think that the entire thing had actually been quite reasonable, and that he had acted within the bounds of their pre-established relationship as employee and supervisor. Surely any rational person had to realize that nobody could possibly be that uninteresting. Anyone would be curious as to what dark secrets Bouchard his behind his well-tailored suits and polite, professional demeanor. … perhaps most rational persons would not meticulously record the movements, behavior, and daily appearance of their colleague in a discreet notebook (with annotations, color-coding, and graphs where appropriate), but Jon had always prided himself on his dedication to research and understanding. So far Jon had collected frustratingly little data. If Bouchard was hiding anything, it wasn't apparent from his schedule (see pages 8-13, figure 2.b), his eating habits (see page 22), or his lone plant (see page five, figure 1.c). His breaks did seem specially timed to avoid other people (and he appeared not to engage in many social behaviors generally), but he never acted irritated or otherwise unhappy to encounter one of his subordinates, so Jon wasn't entirely sure if it was deliberate avoidance or simple coincidence. Really, the only truly odd thing about him was his inexplicable interest in Jon. That very morning, for example, Bouchard had stopped by his cubicle for a fifteen minute discussion on the upcoming Annual Team Luncheon, an event Jon had never attended before (due to an annual migraine which coincidentally always happened to occur on the exact date of the luncheon), which Jon did not plan to attend, and which honestly sounded like some sort of violation of the Geneva Convention. The topic itself was not especially odd (small talk was an archaic tradition which had stubbornly clung on in every workplace Jon had ever set foot in), but Bouchard's low propensity for inter-office socialization combined with the fact that he had both chosen Jon specifically as his conversational partner was… highly suspicious. Most people who encountered Jon inevitably concluded that he was more effort than he was worth (an attitude Jon mostly appreciated).

And of course, there had also been their interaction two days ago, when Elias had paused briefly to inquire as to whether Jon would be staying late, and what he was working on, and if he might perhaps consider heading home soon because there was only so much overtime they could pay him. Or on Friday, when he had managed to hold two separate conversations with Jon where very little was said. Honestly, Jon somewhat suspected that Elias had spoken to him more in the past few weeks than he had spoken to any of their colleagues for the entire time Jon had been there to observe him. Most of Jon's notes were now dedicated to their interactions. From his cot in the unused storage room (which was indeed a good place to stay overnight, thank you Tim), he could jot down everything he recalled about their interaction; it had begun at 8:32 and had concluded at 8:47; the weather was warm and slightly humid, although the office interior remained at a comfortable 21 °C. Bouchard's shirt had been a nice, cool gray, which complemented the silver of his eyes. Jon (who had been busy digging for his favorite pen (the ink was a lovely deep green color, and it was usually kept on the left side of the top desk drawer, and Jon had no idea where else it could have possibly gone)) had settled on "irritation" as his tone, which Bouchard either had not noticed or had not cared enough to acknowledge. He had easily dominated the conversation, and Jon could admit in the sanctity of his research journal that his voice had been soothing enough to cool away some of Jon's annoyance. He wrote his conclusion: Subject behaved near-identically in tone, posture, body language, and apparent mood as he has in all previous communications. Subject displayed no strong thoughts or opinions on subject of discussion nor conversational partner. Interaction was pleasant but slightly dull, no new information discovered. It was almost exactly the same as every previous conclusion. Jon had to admit, so many months with so little progress was… discouraging. He shifted on the narrow mattress and winced when his movements aggravated his backache (which was surely unrelated to his frequent occupancy of the cot). It was becoming more and more apparent that the only possible solution was to do some actual, direct investigation. His first idea (break into Bouchard's office) seemed a tad far (also, he didn't know how to pick locks). His second idea (follow him home) seemed a stretch further than the previous one, and was perhaps best saved as a last resort. His third idea (something something computers? (perhaps "idea" was a bit generous)) would almost certainly require Sasha, who would have questions Jon couldn't answer. He flipped idly through his notes, half-skimming, half-thinking. It was only when his gaze landed on figure 2.b, Weekly Schedule of E. Bouchard, that he actually came up with something reasonable. Something actionable.

[lucy90712]

Maybe something with Marc Guiu getting hate for transferring and him lashing out at reader but they make up in the end..? Thank you!

Marc's transfer to Chelsea came out of nowhere for the fans everyone in his life including me had known about it for a while but it was kept secret until things were official. I helped him decide what he wanted to do as it was a hard decision for him to leave Barcelona and all his family and friends. Together we went through every pro and every con of moving or staying and in the end Marc decided that he thought he had better opportunities if he moved to Chelsea and the premier league. It was a really hard decision for him to make and he thought about it for weeks and sometimes even sat up at night stressing over the decision before he finally made his decision and the deal was done. 

Since his decision was made life has been incredibly chaotic Marc had to go to London to sign his contract and do all of the pictures for the announcement and of course me and his family went with him. Since then his family have gone back home but I stayed to help him find somewhere to live and to settle in. I was supposed to go back with his family but Marc begged me to stay as he didn't want to be alone in a new country where he doesn't know anyone so of course I had to stay with him. He wants me to live with him here but that's something I have to think about as it's a lot to leave my family behind and I was supposed to go to university back in Barcelona so I'd have to figure that out too plus Marc won't always be here when he has matches. Moving is something I'd told him I'd think about and staying with him is like a trial run to see what life would be like in London. 

Today is a big day though it's the day that Marc is officially announced at Chelsea. He signed his contract a few days ago but the announcement is going out today which is really exciting. The announcement came a few hours after we woke up, I loved seeing all the content as I had no idea what they filmed. Marc also posted a statement thanking all the Barcelona fans and the club for what they've done with him. I thought it was a really sweet statement as I know how much the club and all of the fans mean to Marc but then I looked at the comments and realised other people didn't feel the same. There was a lot of hate comments calling Marc a traitor which hurt me and they aren't even about me. I then went down the rabbit hole of looking at more than just the comments on Marc's post I went on Twitter and saw that things were just as bad on there even on tiktok there was people hating on him. 

For as long as I could I kept Marc off his phone so he could just enjoy his first official day as a Chelsea player but of course I could only keep him distracted for so long. He's had a smile on his face all day but once he started looking at his phone the smile went away. For a while he just scrolled and I couldn't stop him but eventually he put his phone down but even then his smile didn't come back and I knew he had been affected by the comments and he won't admit to it either. Marc always tries to pretend things don't affect him which at times is hard as he bottles things up until they get too much and I've been trying to get him to share his feelings with me but he just finds it difficult. 

After Marc put his phone down he just wasn't the same he didn't talk to me pretty much all day he was just distant. I wanted to talk to him but I know that now is not the time he needs some time to think for himself before I can try and make him feel better. 

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For the last few days Marc just hasn't been himself. He's been distant and cold and whenever I try and talk to him he is very short with me. He's been difficult to deal with I want to help him but I can't get anything out of him he doesn't let me talk for long enough to try and get him to admit that the comments have affected him. As much as it's been difficult I'm glad I'm here as I don't even know what Marc would be like if he had no one with him he'd probably still be scrolling through his phone and laying in bed all day. 

This morning I decided enough was enough today is going to be the day that I get Marc to talk to me and admit that the comments have hurt him. I can't just talk to him as soon as he wakes up though unless I want him to snap at me so I got up and made breakfast for us so he can eat before I try and talk to him. Like always he went to the gym first thing this morning but by the time he was back I had finished breakfast. For once he actually smiled at me when he came in which is definitely progress and he even kissed my cheek so maybe he's starting to get over the comments. 

After breakfast he went to shower so I got dressed then started to pace around the apartment thinking about what I'm going to say to Marc. If he's starting to forget about the comments I don't want to make him feel worse but I want him to let me in and tell me how he's feeling. The comments were awful and they shocked me so I know they will have hurt Marc but I don't know how much until I get him to open up. Once he got out the shower he came to join me on the sofa where we sat in silence for a minute until I figured out how to start this conversation. 

"What's been going through your mind the last few days?" I asked 

"Nothing" he said 

"Come on please let me in you haven't been yourself since the announcement and it's starting to hurt me too" I said 

"It's nothing" he said slightly angrier this time 

"Please Marc you can't keep doing this I'm here to listen to your feelings and make you feel better pushing me away and snapping at me when I try to talk to you won't make it any better and I can't put up with this forever you want me to move here with you but if this is what it will be like I don't think I can do that" I said trying to make him realise that his actions don't just affect him 

"I know but it's just so dumb you'll laugh at me" he said finally giving in 

"I would never laugh at something that's upsetting you it can be the stupidest thing ever and I wouldn't laugh" I reassured him 

"Those comments they got to me I couldn't be more thankful to barcelona and the fans but they think I've betrayed them and that hurts I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Barcelona the club will always be part of my life and my heart and now it just feels like I've made the wrong decision" he admitted 

"You haven't made the wrong choice the people saying those things aren't real fans the real fans will support you and see that you made this decision as you thought it was best I've seen so many people wishing you the best now that it's not such a shock I promise that everyone important in your life doesn't think you've betrayed barca" I said 

"I know it just feels awful to think I've let some people down" he said 

"And it's ok to feel that way but you have a bright future ahead and an exciting new start so that should be at the forefront of your mind not the negative parts of leaving barca" I said

"I suppose you're right" he said 

He thanked me for making him open up and then making him feel better but I’m not here for that I just want him to be happy with his life and the decision he made. He also apologised for the way he treated me for the last few days but I told him to forget about that as it’s not important anymore although he still promised that he’d make it up for it and he’d show me how fun it would be to live here with him. 

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The Conference (Part 9)

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Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 3.7k Rating: T+ Warning: Some cursing Summary: It’s the evening after the keynote and they go out for a civil dinner date.

A/N: shout out to ruby @starrystarrytrouble for reminding me people actually like reading this mess 💕

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After we finished up the panel I stuck around the conference hall to network whilst Ethan had ditched the crowd at the first opportunity he got, heading back to our hotel room and venturing away from the pecking vultures. To be honest, I didn’t really blame him. Everyone wanted a piece of the poor, well-endowed man. 

A couple hours later, I shuffled back into our apartment. My aching feet somehow prevailed without causing me to collapse on the odd geometric carpet floor, or ditching my heels along the way and walking barefoot like some uncultured frosh stumbling home at 3AM. Once through the heavy metal plated door, I headed straight to my room, not throwing a single pleasantry towards Ethan in the seating area. From what I could tell he was typing furiously on his laptop after nursing a scotch - the empty crystal tumbler on the table was a dead giveaway. 

The anxiety and delirium inducing stress of the day lifted the second my kinda-sweaty body collapsed onto the private armchair in my room, clutching its aqua-colored arms and sinking into the velvet cushion. Staring out at the familiar skyline my mind started to replay the happenings of the day; every little thing that happened - from the confidence I felt during our speech, to the way that asshole called me out, and how Ethan stood up for me every step of the way. How proud he was even if he relayed the sentiment in such small words. 

We survived today. We haven’t strangled each other nor suffered any little deaths. All that’s left for this trip is the tour we have tomorrow morning, and then we’ll be on our way back to Edenbrook. Back to the way things were… 

Somehow my tired and self destructive brain decided it wanted to revel in the memories of the last few days. Thinking about all the non-work things that happened this trip. Thinking of all the words shared, and the blast from the past. And the revelation that little adventure birthed. 

Fuck me...

Things are weird. Like, so weird. I don’t know what I’m doing or why I’m even thinking this… but I miss him. Today showed me how great we are together! Professionally and as friends. We’re the dynamic duo: Ramsey and his Rookie. His. I - 

I need to stop thinking that. 

I belong to myself. I do what I want when I want and with whom I want. 

And so does he. And that’s why I walked away. I’m- 

I’m still getting over him. 

While simultaneously trying to get under him… 

Thoughts wandered back to Ryan and how long it took me to get over the detrimental ‘what if’s of him. If I held on tighter and longer and didn’t get in the way of myself back then - if one thing was different - everything could be different. 

A small, revelatory gasp escaped me. 

I didn’t want things to be different. 

After eight fucking years I finally understood. 

If I didn’t love and lose Ryan I never would have found my way to Boston. To Ethan. And here - knowing what I do and having all the experiences of the last few months - I couldn’t continue a life without knowing Ethan Ramsey. 

I’m going to do whatever I can to repair our friendship. 

I changed my clothes into something not requiring heels - black skinny jeans, a blouse and my trusty Chelsea boots - and my hair pulled back into a bun. Simple, sleek, and completely me. No pomp and circumstance, or hiding behind anything. Just me, making an effort.  

With all the determination I could muster I sauntered into the living room where I assumed Ethan would still be. 

I was right; he hadn’t changed positions at all. Sitting there on the couch, his feet up on the gaudy footstool with his laptop perched on his lap, tortoise-patterned glasses framing his face, and furiously typing on the keyboard. 

“So...” I trailed awkwardly to break the tension surrounding him, leaning against the wall with my hands stuffed in my armpits. “What do you want to do for dinner?” 

“Oh,” He planted his feet on the floor and turned to face me fully, moving his laptop off of him and folding his arms in his lap. “Uh, well-”

Quickly I added, “If you’d rather eat alone it’s fine by me. I was thinking of grabbing pizza at John’s.” 

Ethan nodded in response, saying, “Sounds good.”

“Cool,” I nodded back. “You ready or…?”

“Let me grab my things,” he stood, collected his things and headed to his room.

Less than two minutes later we headed out of the apartment together, walking side by side. Though this time wasn’t like earlier. There wasn’t the blind determination and need to impress like this morning. Right now we were two people who used to know one another going out to dinner in a spectacular converted synagogue.  

***

For anyone who doesn’t know John’s, it’s a local family-style pizza joint. There’s three restaurants around the city and the Times Square location is by far the best. Every time I have a hot minute to spare I try to go - the stained glass and craftsmanship of the building is everything! But you don’t want to hear about that… and neither did Ethan when I tried to fill the silence during our walk with all the reasons to love this place. For some reason he preferred to barge and weave in silence. 

Whatever. 

Lucky enough he was more chatty once we were seated. 

Our table was in the mezzanine with not much of a view besides the stone staircase in the corner and the large dome towering above. The dim lighting complimented the deep wooden table and beige upholstered seating. 

We ordered. And without the menu to keep our attention, I tried my hand at conversation once more.  

“Be honest, how did we do?”

Looking me in the eyes, ones that mirrored mine, showed such confidence and pride as he said his next words;

“You handled it well, Becca.” There was a tug at the corners of his mouth that pulled at my own. I was about to get a rare Ramsey smile - one I’ve been devoid of for far too long. 

“Dare I even say, like a natural.” 

I got to revel in the small compliment for a few moments as the server brought over our food - garlic knots, small veggie pizza, and a chef’s side salad. 

“I didn’t stutter too much or come off too young?” I couldn’t help but ask when it was just us two again. His opinion matters more than anyone else’s when it comes to my career. 

“You did.” 

“But you -” 

He cut me off, a slight shake of his big head, “You are young and this was your first keynote.” he clarified. And once more he said pridefully, “You did well.” 

After what felt like ages we shared a private smile. How he was able to bring me back into myself with a few words and stop fussing over imposter syndrome is a wonder.  

“Now eat some pizza and be happy.” 

My smile grew to a goofy one by the way he was looking at me, bemused. I refrained from sticking my tongue out and dug into a little slice of heaven. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

We dug in. Letting the flavors dance over my taste buds and make me only as happy as a New York slice could make me. No amount of fantastic sex could compare to pizza. Everything kind of disappeared - time stopped while the first bites settled in my tummy. Even Ethan looked to be enjoying it even though it’s not fancy smancy and artery clogging. 

Eventually I broke our companioned silence;

“How was lunch with Chief Fredericks?” I asked as I reached for a scrumptious ball of garlicy dough. 

The response left his lips so swiftly he didn’t even bother to look up from his plate; 

“Informative.”

I scoffed at the non-answer answer. 

My little grumble pulled him out of his bubble and he looked over at me - those damn baby blues challenging my thoughtfully indecent outburst. I just gave him a look right back. 

Ethan rolled his eyes and reached for another slice. Cutting it up with a fork and knife like an absolute weirdo.  

“He heard about the state budget cuts. Wanted to know what I think and if I’d be open to consult every so often.” 

“And?” I probed. 

“And what? You know how I feel about the future of Edenbrook.” 

“Yes. But if it goes under, what do you think you’ll do? I mean, everyone’s going to be throwing themselves at you.” 

I shoved some greenery in my gob to keep from adding the jarring truth. 

Everyone throws themselves at you. 

But who he gives his attention to is another story.  

Ethan shrugged ever so nonchalantly, “I haven’t thought about it.” 

The cavalier way he was speaking of his life after Edenbrook had thrown me off. Ethan was never this laid-back. It just wasn’t in his nature. There’s always something for this man to stress over. And Edenbrook’s closing should be his anxiety numero uno. 

But here he was, ever so calm. 

Hmm... 

“Are you in denial?” I said through a bite, fully anticipating another non-answer.  

“Maybe.” 

The way he said it took me aback. It was inherently honest and soft. All of his jagged features were rounded and there was a dulled little twinkle in his eye. 

Yeah, something’s going on here he’s not telling me.  

“Ethan -” 

And of course he deflects by turning the conversation on me; “What are you going to do?” 

Keeping from rolling my eyes at his obvious deflection from roaming into his feelings deeper, I replied, “Transfer my residency.” 

“Where?” 

“I…” - dammit - “don’t know.”

I haven’t really dwelled on what happens when the hospital closes. Obviously I need to finish residency if I want to be an actual practicing doctor. But the matching process can go screw itself. I don’t never ever want to do that again - all I cared about was matching with the best. And I did. So who’s the second best now? 

Is it wherever he goes?  

There’s just so much to think about, and I’d really rather not. Not until the last few nails are lined up against the coffin. 

“See,” he said with a hint of a lopsided grin, “Neither of us are ready to leave Edenbrook behind.” 

He was right. Of course he’s right. You didn’t need to be a diagnostician or even a doctor to see that we’re holding out hope of a buyout. 

I’ve just gotten to Edenbrook - only a few months into my dream career with my dream boss - and now, what? It’s all over before it even really began? No. I can’t accept that. 

There was a beat of silence as we both reached for the salad tongs, our hands brushing on accident. Both our eyes shot to bear witness to the contact, pulling us out of whatever ran wild through our thoughts and into this new, secluded moment. Everything around us dulled in the distance; the sounds swirling in the air muted and like a faint breeze. The warm lighting dimmed further, yet there was a spotlight on the salad bowl. The greens and reds and purples of the ruffage illuminated like it was the only thing that mattered. Like right now the earth was spinning just for this moment of closeness. 

Surprisingly, neither of us made a motion to move. His large hand overlapping my dainty fingers, the metal underneath the pads of my fingers warming up instantly. Electricity still coursed through me like the very first time. Except now it carried the memories of all the other times and places he set me aflame. 

I had to be the one to pull back. 

Almost, like it needed time to comprehend why the moment was intentionally ruined, the atmosphere around us began to revert back slightly. I could hear the idle chatter of those around us now. I could see the full picture of Ethan sitting across from me and all the individuals pattering around behind him. What couldn’t pretend to go back and hung off kilter was the beating in my chest - I could feel the electricity coursing through my veins and putting my heart through the ringer. 

Ethan made up for it by serving me. 

Does he know he still has such an effect on me?  

Quick! I needed to divert my thoughts off of the creeping flush and want from taking hold. So I went back to talking about work, our safe topic. 

“If you could work anywhere else in the world where would it be?” I asked.  

Ethan took a moment to think as he served himself some salad. He looked like he was actually thinking of an answer, maybe, for the first time he’s digested the hospital’s fate. 

“I think the next logical step would be the Mayo Clinic. They’re the best diagnostics in the world.” His eyes diverted back down to his plate and, after a beat, he added, “I also wouldn’t mind spending more time on missions with The WHO.”

My eyes searched his as they looked anywhere but where I was seated across from him, trying to find any sort of fault in his features. Something, anything, that I could hold onto. Nothing. Just stupid sincerity. The first fucking time in weeks he actually lets us talk about his time in the Amazon I can’t be mad at him.  

“You really enjoyed your time there, huh?” 

“It…” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. 

We’ve wandered into emotional territory and we both needed to tread carefully. I need to remember that he was never mine, as much as I felt like his from our first kiss. Need to recall that back then everything was drawn out in plain sight. Our end was always just that - an end. I Need to forgive. And try to remember that at one point he did try to fight for me, in his round-a-bout noncommittal way, and I was the one to end things officially. 

We both need to forgive. Especially if these are the last few months we have working together. 

“Was important work and I got to make a difference in the lives of thousands of indigenous people.” Ethan took another small pause for breath. When he continued, his deep baritone voice was lower, “Even if my intentions for going were skewed, it was an opportunity of a lifetime.” 

The simplest thing to do would be to nod, or eat - distract myself - or even change the subject. To try not to dwell on the implications of the statement. But I couldn’t. My body tensed and the warmth from moments before fled completely. 

We were silent. The brutal truth of why he left stinging just as much as it did the day I found out. 

Minutes, many many minutes passed with me finding solace in sweet savory carbs and Ethan pushing things around on his plate. 

Eager to change the subject there was one other topic of the day I was endlessly curious to know more about; 

“So, what’s the deal with Dr. Schwab?” 

“Don’t.” He dismissed, his authoritative voice seeping through just a tad. Though I’d like to think he’s smart enough not to use it with me outside of Edenbrook.  

“If you don’t tell me I’ll be forced to fabricate my own. I’m feeling a one-night stand gone wrong.” 

He looked back down at his food. 

“Oh my god, I’m right.” The smile that erupted literally took over my entire face. I could not hide it even if I tried.  

“Rebecca,” he tried to scold. 

“Now you have to tell me.” 

Just like earlier he turned the conversation back on me; “What’s with the frat boy?” 

“Ryan was never in a fraternity,” I responded, not hiding the grin that formed by putting Ethan in his place. “He’s a jock though.” 

He expelled a dry laugh, “I don’t think that’s any better.” He took a bite of his salad. Something radiated off of Ethan I couldn’t quite place. 

“We were close in high school,” I added for reasons I’m not quite sure why. Like that explained who Ryan was and why he came back into my life now, of all times.  

Ethan made a condescending, “mhm”. 

I rolled my eyes; “We had a thing for a while, okay.” I conceded. “We grew apart senior year, and then I went off to college. Last night was the first time we’ve spoken in, like, eight years.” 

Ethan made absolutely no reactions to the statement. Not even a stupid wiggle of his dumb perfect eyebrow. 

Is he even paying attention? 

“Now tell me about Schwab - sorry, Hilary,” I coaxed.  

Ethan’s hand flew to the bridge of his nose and up to carefully rub his eyes. 

This has gotta be good. 

I waited patiently and eagerly for this story. She couldn’t have been Ethan’s type and yet… What happened!? 

Eyes still shut tight, he grumbled, “What’s there to tell?” 

“Obviously something happened,” I couldn’t help but mock, “You slept together!” 

“Yes, and it’s something I do not like to dwell on.” 

“Sorry, buddy, but it looks like she does.” 

He groaned. Then shifted in his chair. Ethan took a long drag of his drink. And just when I figured he was going to wait this out until one of us changed the subject, he spoke; 

“A moment of weakness a few years back. And she was…” 

Ah! It’s actually happening! Ethan’s telling a salacious story! 

Shifting in my seat and placing my head in my hands to give him my full attention; My brows and smile grew as I finished the sentence for him, “Eager?” 

He scowled. 

“Jesus Christ, Ethan, just tell me what happened!” 

“I will not go into details.” 

“Fine.” I made a motion with my hand for him to continue without the juicy details. 

“Harper and I had just ended things for good not long before…” 

We ended up going back and forth for a while - Ethan not wanting to give anything up and me pulling as much as I could out of him. Long story short, Ethan was in a weird mental state after breaking up with Harper for the hundredth and final time in their six year relationship. He took up a conference opportunity to get away for two nights. Knowing how much he loves people, Ethan spent most of his time drowning his senses at the hotel bar. And low and behold, enter Hillary. 

From the sounds of it she was agreeable and very very forward. And Ethan was so lost in liquor that her voice didn’t irritate him as much as it did the next morning, and every single time they were in close proximity thereafter. Hillary had been going through a separation with her husband and needed a distraction just as bad. Really, who could blame her? Toting Ethan around would be the best revenge. 

The first night of his stay was fine - apparently the sex was satisfactory and she didn’t do anything remarkably memorable. Or so he says. I still think she looks like a squawker. He didn’t linger around long after before retreating to his hotel room. Then the next afternoon he was bored and weak and agreed to lunch. And lunch turned into drinks which turned into round two. In his room. And she didn’t leave. She wasn’t leaving. So Ethan bought an earlier plane ticket, and shook her awake before checking out. 

And every conference since she seems to want to entertain a rematch. 

“Oh my god, you’re horrible!” I exclaimed ever delightfully. This was hilarious! 

“I shouldn’t really be surprised. You flew to another continent after we slept together.” Shaking my head, a stupid little smirk on my lips I asked, “Have you ever had a one night stand before?” 

“Wha - of course I have!” 

“One’s that didn’t end up with you getting on a plane?” 

He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. “If you must know, I’ve had my fair share in undergrad.” 

Now it was my turn to send a condescending “mhm” his way. 

We spoke longer and polished off our plates - not a single crumb remained. This was nice. Really nice getting to be close to him again and just being friends. Telling stories and exchanging playful jabs here and there. It’s how I fell for the idiot in the first place. 

Baby steps.     

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Two hours after we arrived the server came over with the bill. 

She was friendly and lovely the whole meal. The best part about her style of service is that she let us just exist and didn’t check up all that often. When she did I could tell she overheard someone of the crap Ethan and I were spewing. She had one of those knowing smiles, like she was in on our jokes the entire time. 

“Can I just say, you guys are adorable,” she relayed with the brightest of smiles after setting the padfolio on the table, her hands clapping together excitedly. She looked like a child who had just met Santa Claus for the first time. 

L O L she thinks we’re together.  

At that I actually laughed out loud before informing, “We’re colleagues. In town for a conference.” 

The horror on the girl's face said it all. 

“Oh! My mistake, sorry. I can split the bill for you.” She reached for the pad where it sat in front of Ethan. 

He grabbed the black leather at the same time I spoke;  

"Nope, dinner’s on him.” I cupped a hand over my mouth and pointed a not-at-all discreet thumb towards him, “He'll get reimbursed," I laughed more to myself than anything. 

She smiles, a little relieved by my warmth, then turns to look at Ethan - silently asking permission or if it’s okay that he pays. Generally looking for some sort of direction from the old man.    

He shoots the server a look. Then forks over his credit card. 

As she saunters off, I smile at him sweetly, “Thank you.” 

Of course he rolls his eyes. But that rise in the corners of his mouth says so much more. 

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A/N: sorry it’s shit. thank you for sticking with this series 💕 we’ve just got one chapter left! 

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A ben angst one please where ur together and u only find out hes going to chelsea through the media so u confront him and it ends in angst

*Didn’t proof read cos I’m a lazy sod, ignore any grammar mistakes and that lol x

“You better get packing then eh” you heard the voice of your best friend speak the moment you opened the front door, only for her to be stood with a huge smile across face and for some reason excited for you. “What are you on about now” you giggled, strolling through to the living room as she happily followed behind, chatting what sounded like a load of gibberish seeing as you hadn’t the first clue as to what she was on about, “we’ll surely you’re going down London with him- aw you’re gonna a London gal, leaving the northern roots behind-“ she rambled on as your Brian tried to process all the questions she was asking by the minute.

“First off how’s about telling me what you’re on about babe and why you thinking I’m moving to London all of a sudden” you laughed, stopping her in her tracks when she realised you clearly hadn’t been on social media today, “oh erm...I’ve put my foot right in it now” she nervously replied, hesitant to answer your question. “Come on you have to tell me now you’re worrying me” you said with furrowed eyebrows, knowing you were bout to get the Intel from her one way or another, “I mean these are just articles so it might not be for certain or anything” she quickly shrugged with a small laugh passing the phone for you to scroll through the hundred headlines including your boyfriend’s name.

Your heart dropped at the news of a transfer, it was bad enough seeing it meant you’d have to travel a couple more hours down the country and go even further south but it hurt to know the papers found out before you, he didn’t even have to decency to tell you at all never mind face to face. “I’m going to kill him” you said through gritted teeth, running a hand through your already messed up curls as your friend thought it’d be best to make tracks and leave you to wait for Ben to get home from probably his last training session at Leicester it would seem. “I’m sure he’ll have an explanation for all this, Ben’s not the type to keep things from you” your friend sorrowfully spoke, giving you a hug before heading for the door, “yeah I hope so” you sadly smiled, heartbroken to say the least.

——————————————

“Something smells good what you been cooking” a happy looking Benjamin smiled, waltzing into the dining room where you were sat at the table emotionless as ever. “When were you going to tell me, tomorrow, next week or maybe in a months time when you’ve got your bags packed and ready to go” you spat, shaking your head as you sat firm with folded arms, “it’s not like that I was planning to tell you, of course I was” he sighed, taking a seat at the table across from you, his voice trembly as ever, preparing to have the conversation he’s been putting off.

“I didn’t want to say anything till I knew it was for certain...and till i signed the contract” he quietly said, reaching a hand over the table to grab yours to which you avoided, too hurt to even look him in the eyes, “and I’m guessing that was today” you sniffed, putting two and two together as he softly nodded. “I know I should’ve told you, I didn’t really know how to” he gently said, slumping back on his chair as you raised your gaze and presented him with a nice big frown, “well Ben, you sit down and say I’m off to play for Chelsea football club because it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for ages, would you care to join me down London?” you joked in a huff, wondering that goes through that lads head at times if he can’t even tell his own girlfriend that’s he planning a transfer.

“It’ll be a fresh start, for the two of us” he smiled resting his arms on the table, carefree as usual and clearly not taking your feelings into account, “my job is here in Leicester, my life is HERE, how can I just throw it all away” you sighed with a sarcastic laugh as he looked disappointed by your reaction but I mean what did he expect, for you to just say ‘fuck my career, course I’ll come to London’.

“It’s a big place, London, more opportunities, higher pay...you’ll get a job no problem” he blurted out in a hope you might be persuaded by his efforts, “it’s not just about that Ben, I already live three hours away from my family and that’s hard as it is...seeing them what, four times a year if I’m lucky. Not to mention the only friends I have are here” you sobbed, not ready to make the sacrifice of seeing them even less. “But we- we can travel, get the train up. I know it’s a distance but we’ll make it work, I swear” he continued, springing ideas at you left right and centre, “I can’t...you know I love you Ben and would go to the moon and back for you, but there’s too much to lose. I’m sorry” you interrupted, taking his hands in yours as he sighed in defeat, devastated by your faint words.

“Right, well thanks a lot Y/N nice to know you’re a supportive girlfriend” he noted, pulling his hands from yours and leaning back in his chair once again with a groan, “what about me and my career? A new chapter in my football life is too much to ask for is it? You know if the roles were reversed I’d be already up them stairs packing the suitcases” he stated in disgust as you sat very much taken aback by his selfishness. “Don’t you dare make me out to be the bad guy Chilwell because we both know I’m not” you fought back, standing your ground as an awkward silence filled the air.

“It’s your choice, come to London with me and start fresh or stay here in Leicester alone, without our relationship” he said, clear as ever with the two options which completely tore you apart, having no desire whatsoever to go with him. “I’m not going Ben, I’m so sorry in that I can’t and I’ll wish you good luck with everything and my love for you will never go away...” you concluded, giving him a light kiss upon his head as he placed hand to your cheek and stroked it, the heartbreak evident in his eyes. “I love you too much to argue with your decision” he hastily laughed as you smiled, “I go the start of next month so I’ll leave the house to you, it’s better than selling it and the least I can do for you” he elaborated as you nodded before excusing yourself from the room, not quite believing your relationship of three years was at an end 💔

[goalkepa]

as an asian football fan it’s always hard to keep up with live match due to time difference. i couldn’t sleep well last night because of the match later that I woke up at 4 am, checking my phone and found out we were 1-0 leading, I went back to sleep and then woke up again at 5 am and that we were in the final of champions league. It was all like a dream but a dream that made me cry with happiness and proud.

honestly the reason why I started to watch chelsea was the weirdest. my cousin introduced me this team when I first entered this football world and it was because of kepa and a friend on here convinced me to support this team with her, that’s how it all started. and it was season 2018/19, that I followed every match of chelsea but also it was the last season for eden at london, and I’ve always felt like I’ve missed a lot of great memories and trophies and a whole era. I was so happy when they won europa league at the end of the season but i was also kinda worried about the future of this club once eden left.

then, frank lampard arrived. no one believed in chelsea at the beginning of season 19/20 but then our academy proved the doubters wrong by winning matches and scoring, even tho our defense was still shitty haha. it was a miracle for this team to finish at the top four at the end of the season, a result that no one expected but I’m sure the players have always believed in themselves, just like how they did last night. we all know that frank's stories didn’t end well, however, today's chelsea should definitely be partly credited to him. he arrived at the hardest time for this club, when our main player left and with a transfer ban. he trusted the youngsters from the academy, mason, tammy, reece, fik, billy, frank gave them chances to play because he recognized the potential and mentality in their blood. he also brought in players like hakim, timo, kai, edou. just top top quality players with lots of potential. (yeah I know the decision was made by the board eventually but I believe it’s because of frank that made the board believed all these signings will work!) without frank, you won’t see the chelsea nowadays, with so many incredibly talented young players and strong determination. I agree that frank is probably not fully ready for this big stage, but he is undoubtedly part of the positive factor why we are here today.

and yeah for the final part, thomas tuchel, who exactly knew what he wanted on his first day at the cobham training ground, who found the best strategy for this team, giving praise to the players when it’s deserved but also not holding back when criticizing is needed. his press conference has always been genuine, always full of confidence, and that’s what this team needs. thomas made the players believe what they can do and now he made the fans believe that this club they are supporting is on to a right path leading to another glory era. for me, thomas tuchel is literally our signing of the season.

I wouldn’t have any faith to play against man city before this season (I meant remember we lost five or six goals ?! that still gave me nightmares) but after what this team has gone through these months, after reaching two finalists of each tournament, I have faith that we could actually be competitive at Istanbul. we are in the final not just because we are lucky, but also because we indeed got something that surpasses the other teams, and that leads to the conclusion that we deserve to be in this stage.

as I mentioned in the previous paragraph, I thought I was missing an era, but now I realize I’m literally part of this new era which is writing its own history. I couldn’t feel prouder to be a fan of this club. and this is the feelings I’ve never had before since the first day I watched football.

CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL HERE WE COME!

KEEP THE BLUE FLAG FLYING HIGH 💙💙💙

[purplesurveys]

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survey by nadine07

[..Introductions..]

First Name: Robyn.

Middle Name: I don’t think I’ve shared it on here and I doubt I will.

Last Name: Not providing it either but it starts with a C.

Birthdate: April 21st.

[..First Things First..]

What was the first thing you did after you got up? I rushed to the rooftop so that I could see the sunrise. I also got in the random mood to do a time-lapse of it, but the sun took forrrrrrrr-freaking-ever to come up entirely. I was holding up my phone for like 15 minutes and nothing was happening, so I quit halfway through lol.

What was the name of your first pet? Goldie, because it was a goldfish.

Who was your first big crush? Gabie, I would say.

Where was the first place you drove after you got your license? Chelsea’s 18th birthday dinner was scheduled right after I happened to get my license, and the event took place in a small, quaint little restaurant in Marikina. 

There’s a bit of a funny story here, too – Aaron needed a ride to get there and so I offered to drive him. I picked him up and we were having small talk in the car, and he asked me how long I’ve been driving. I told him that moment was my literal first time driving out and that I just got my license the day before, and he is my first-ever passenger (at that point I’ve never even tried driving solo yet). The horror and immediate distrust on his face was something I will never forget HAHAHA. We got to the place unharmed, but it’s still one of my favorite stories to tell.

Who was your very first friend? It was a kind girl named Kaye back in kindergarten. We were always next to each other in our class lists, so it was inevitable for us to befriend one another. She transferred schools in first grade and I have not seen nor heard from her since.

What was the first thing you ate today? I had another bag of salted egg chips. I’m extremely hooked, lmao.

What was your first job? I work as an associate at a PR agency.

[..Colors..]

Name something red in the room you are in: We have an unopened bottle of wine here on the dining table and there’s still a red ribbon wrapped around it.

Is orange one of your school's team colors? No, neither of my schools had orange as one of its colors.

How many yellow shirts do you own? I can think of 5 tops hanging out in my wardrobe at the moment. Two of them are class shirts from high school; the others were tops I bought when I started getting into mustard yellow.

Name someone you know who drives a green car: I believe Angel, a classmate from high school who also studies in UP, also drives a Mitsubishi Mirage, albeit a lime green one.

Is it a blue sky outside right now? Yes for the most part, but the sun is setting soon so the sky is bound to change into many pretty colors as it usually does at this time of the day.

What is the first thing that pops into your head when I say 'purple'? Barney the dinosaur, and ube.

Are the walls in the room you're in white? Yes, all our walls indoors are white.

Does black make you think of depressing things? Not always, but if used specifically in that context, it definitely helps boosts the mood.

Jewelry: gold or silver? Silverrr, always.

[..Phone Stuff..]

Who is your provider? Nothing you would be familiar with, but I use Globe.

How long have you had your current phone? It’ll be three years this year. It would be nice to upgrade, but I’m also still happy with my current phone so it doesn’t really matter to me.

What did your last text say? The last one that came through that didn’t come from my mobile services provider was from someone in the media. It was his birthday last Friday and I messaged him if he’d like to receive a gift from us, on behalf of one of our clients; he just replied with his confirmation and details.

If you woke up naked next to the last person to call, would it be awkward? Yep and I’d feel like throwing up almost immediately.

Was your last missed call male or female? It was from my mom.

Who is your 10th phone contact? It’s from Jum, who I realize is still listed as Ate Jum on my phone. That’s cute hahaha; I must have gotten her number when we weren’t super close yet. Anyway, she’s been super MIA for like the last two years...basically, ever since she graduated. I believe she has also since moved back to Bicol, so it’s become virtually impossible to see her again. Bums me out and I look forward to the day we somehow end up in the same room once again.

How did you meet them? I met her in my very first journalism major class. I had mixed feelings towards her at first since I found her to be super loud in class, and I initially thought she would only be a one-time classmate and nothing more; but I got to know her more and we even ended up as orgmates, and it turns out she is literally the most hilarious person I know.

Are you related to your 17th phone contact? I have absolutely no clue who it is. I no longer remember what led to it, but Gabie and I swapped the SIM cards in our phones at one point, and for some reason it made me have access to her contacts; the 17th contact on my phone is someone from her list. And since I never hang out in my Contacts app, I’ve never gotten around to deleting those extra numbers I received.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? Around 6th or 7th grade. I can’t remember the exact grade level she transferred to my school as a new student.

When was the last time you saw them? It’s been at least a year. I remember seeing her on campus very briefly when I was on my way to a certain building for class, while she was walking out of it.

Who is your 4th phone contact? LMAO, again, it’s from her contact list. Said person is one of her older cousins, I believe.

Have you ever kissed that person? No, and that is very weird and uncomfortable to think about.

When was the last time someone drunk dialed/texted/left a voicemail? Andi drunk messaged me a few months ago. November, I think.

[..Friends..]

Who is your #1? No Myspace but I’d say my top best friend is Angela.

How long have you known them? It will be 16 years this year.

Have you ever kissed? Oh my gosh, hell no. It would be like kissing a sister haha. She’s super affectionate and will sometimes kiss my shoulder or cheek, though.

Are you dating this person? No, never did and never desired to.

Do you have nicknames for each other? Not really exclusive to each other, but I call her Anj (and only a few people call her so) and she will occasionally call me Reben or Rolayn, both from past inside jokes.

What is your #2's full name? I am not sharing that, but I refer to them as Andi (you may remember them as Andrew from the past times I’ve mentioned them).

Do they live within 20 minutes of you? If there is zero traffic, I can probably make it to their place within that timeframe, yeah. But realistically, no they don’t.

How did you meet? We initially met in an anti-Marcos protest/rally – I approached they first because they had a wrestling shirt on, heheh – and that’s when I learned we were from the same college. But they rubbed me off the wrong way from our first meeting as they were too extroverted for my liking, and I spent a good chunk of time ignoring him whenever we crossed paths, lmfao. Eventually we were put in the same class at some point, and they even joined my org, and an intensely close friendship started from there.

Could you live with this person? Sure. I think they would never be a boring roommate.

Who is your #3? I’m gonna go with Kate for this one.

Where are they right now? I have no idea. We don’t really catch up with each other’s lives on a regular basis; we have a very chill, low-maintenance friendship.

When is this person's birthday? January 1st.

Has this person ever seen you naked? I don’t think so.

What is your #4's full name? I don’t think I have a 4th-tier best friend haha, but I’m gonna pick Tina.

When did you last see them? Last year, on the last normal day I was able to be on campus. She was set to present one of her projects at a journalism conference that was taking place in campus that day, but I was able to hang out with her for a short time before the event.

Have they ever dated one of your other friends? No. I knew she had a crush on someone from the college, though.

Do you know their favorite movie? I’m not sure about her favorite movie but I do know she loves Adam Sandler. I was never able to figure out if her interest was ironic or genuine but yeah, she enjoys a good number of his works.

[..Randomosity..]

What time is it? 6:20 PM.

Are you supposed to be doing something other than this? I wouldn’t say so. I do have deliverables for work but since it’s the weekend, I’m not thinking about them nor do I have the desire to touch those tasks until Monday.

Do you live on your own or with your parents? I live with my family. Considering my monthly income, it’d be close to impossible to sustain myself in my own place this early in my adult life.

Are you more of a cat or a dog person? Dog, for sure.

Are you allergic to anything? I don’t believe so.

Does your shirt have anything written on it? Yeah, it says “UP Fighting Maroons” styled in a varsity font since that’s the term for our sports team.

Have you ever tie-dyed something? I have, but only back in like Grade 6 when we had to do it for a home ec class. I remember wanting to buy a tie-dye set recently so I could revisit the activity, but I never got around to it.

Who can you always count on to cheer you up? Angela for the most part; but I also don’t want to be too reliant on my friends in this way. Sometimes I simply allow myself to be sad or upset, and sometimes I count on myself to cheer up.

How many places have you been today? I have been nowhere but at home today lol. I’ll be going to BGC tomorrow to have lunch with my godfather and my cousins, though.

Are you a forgiving person? No.

When was the last time you felt let down? Last night when I read the news that the government will be making All Souls’ Day, Christmas Eve, and New Year’s Eve working days this year. I already know I’ll be half-assing my way through those days lmao because whyyyyyyy the fuck would you make people work on family-centric holidays such as those

What is the title of the nearest book to you? There are no books here at the rooftop.

Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else? Nope.

Can you whistle? Only through my lips. I can’t do the kind of whistle where you put your fingers in your mouth as well.

Do you look more like your mother or your father? My mom.

Are you still in high school? I’m well past that chapter.

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child? I’m the eldest.

Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep? No, because I don’t.

How many people have you kissed this year? None.

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully? Hmm, no one comes to mind.

Are you a night owl or an early bird? More of a night owl.

If you could have an exotic pet, what would it be? No thanks. I’ve never had the desire to have one.

Would you rather go to Brazil for the weekend or Finland for a month? I’d have to go with Finland. I feel like the cultural differences would be a lot more marked, plus the vacation is longer so that is an instant win for me.

[..And Finally..]

Where did you go the last time you drove somewhere? I was driving to the local coffee shop to spend some time with myself, and do a liiiiiiiittle bit of work as well.

Where did you last go out to eat at? Ramen Nagi. I was initially hesitant to show up there and ask for a table for one on a Sunday evening...but it turned out to feel incredibly empowering and freeing. It was definitely awkward at first, but it got a lot easier once I realized literally no one gives a fuck. Or if they did, they didn’t do anything about it and let me mind my own business. That evening was a crucial step in reclaiming my happiness, so I’m glad I made the choice to suck it up and enter the restaurant.

When was the last time you let someone borrow something from you? Last week, when Angela needed our abaca mat as an aesthetic for her grad shoot.

Was your last breakup a bad one? Yes.

What was the last song you listened to? Just checked my Spotify and the current song I have on pause is Descansos by Hayley Williams. 

What was the last movie you watched? Midsommar.

Did your last kiss happen in a public place? Not technically, but it did take place outside of my house so we were outdoors for some neighbors to see.

How did you meet the last person to leave you a comment? It was Andi, and I already explained how we met earlier in this survey.

[chilly-me-softly]

Since your last relationship ended up with your ex cheating on you, and the guy works with you within the medical team in Chelsea, you're scared to date again since you don't want to be hurt again and CHO is trying to convince you to let him have a chance and even his teammates try to convince you. However, your ex keeps interfering hoping to get you back, but after a while you start to trust and fall for Callum and he ask you to be his gf (sorry for giving you such a long request xx)

@blueforthejerseyandhiseyes

Nah it’s okay, I love that to be honest x

You tighten your grip on the clipboard in your hand as you watch the boys train according to different plans due to different injuries.

"Okay guys, that's enough for today" the two players stop what they're doing and head over to the bench to pick up some stuff they left there during the session.

You follow Callum walking out the door after saying goodbye and sigh, when you turn around you find Mason looking at you almost amused. "What's wrong?" you puff rolling your eyes as he puts his shirt back on and shrugs. "When are you gonna agree to a date with him?"

"Excuse me?"

"Come on, don't play dumb with me, we can see a mile away you like him"

"I don't like anyone Mount, and now get out before I extend your recovery session"

"You would never do that"

"Try me" he holds your gaze for a few seconds before he raises his hands in surrender and leaves the room too.

You sigh again as you sit on a bench and pass your hand over your face before continuing your day pretending you don't have that weight on your heart.

"(Y/N) a friend of mine opens a new club tonight, I was wondering if you would like to come with me" you look up at the boy in disbelief. "Really?" you ask a little annoyed and you try to leave but he grabs you by the arm and makes you stay where you are.

"Oh, come on, we've been together after all"

"In the past, you're right. I'd like to remind you how things ended"

"You should learn to be less resentful, darling"

"And you to keep it in your pants"

"I know you still like me anyway"

"Oh please" you scoff crossing your arms to your chest, he's about to say something when someone else gets in the way. "Is there a problem here?"

"No man, I was just on my way to my office" your ex, who happens to be doing the same job as you, seems slightly annoyed as he walks away red with anger.

"Are you all right?" Callum asks you when he sees your eyes are still pointed at the corner turned by the boy earlier.

"Yeah, just... things from the past I guess"

"Is that why you won't agree to go out with me?"

"No, yes. It's complicated" you puff passing your hand through your hair, "Talk to me"

You find yourself holding his hand and dragging him down those hallways to the office you use, which is empty at that moment. Callum leans over the desk, arms crossed, and you sigh. "There's nothing between me and him anymore"

"Well, it didn't look like it"

"That's the way it is. I mean, he betrayed me. I'd be a fool just to consider getting back together, to be treated like that again" a little smile is born on Callum's lips. "And I know it's been months since we broke up, but I'm not ready to start again Cal. Not with someone who works in the same place as me, not again. Because if things go wrong, I-"

"Why should it go wrong?" he raises his hands to the sky frustrated.

"Why not? It's life, it's unpredictable"

"Exactly, you don't know how it's gonna go. Don't live with regrets, let life take its course"

You look at him without saying anything, he's right but you can't avoid being afraid. "Little by little, let me help you"

"Doing what?"

"To trust me"

And it's a daily achievement now that he knows you're more open to him. Every day a small step, a glance, a smile that leads to the day you finally agree to go out with him. To the day you got caught kissing by the guys, to the day your ex asked for a transfer and to the day you agreed to be his girlfriend.

[lionspridetingz]

Sweetener - Mason Mount

Chapter Three - successful 

“Yeah it feels so good to be so young and have this fun and be successful, yeah, I’m so successful.” 

JULY 2018 

Once July hit the pre-season had begun for Mason. As usual, he had text you in the morning telling you that he’d be over in the afternoon after he finished training. But that day he didn’t have much training. The moment he walked in the doors at Cobham he was pulled in to a meeting with some board members along with the director, Marina. They sat him down telling him how amazing he’s been since he’s been back from the Netherlands. 

‘Ahh, the Netherlands’ he thought, the loan spell that took him from Y/N, not wanting to see the face of despair of telling her he has to go away again. 

The nervousness overtaking him as he fiddled with the necklace you gave him on his 19th birthday, the birthday that you surprised him all the way in another country for. The necklace with both your initials on it along with your anniversary, he never took it off unless he had to, always kissing it before every game then removing it having you on his brain. 

Then he heard it, the sentence he dreaded hearing again, the one sentence that made him stop his movements and fiddling fingers. The “Mason another team wants you on loan this season” sentence that fell out of Marina’s mouth. He looked at the board members in front of him with a blank expression, put on the biggest smile he could and nodded before asking, “What team?” 

Marina looked at him and smiled, “Derby County, under Frank Lampard.” Mason’s eyes widened at her response, not wanting to believe that a Chelsea legend wanted him to play under him. He nodded a bit more enthusiastically before the meeting was drawn to a close and Mason was allowed to go home to break the news to his family. 

‘Shit!’ he thought, how was he gonna tell them he was leaving again, this was a big opportunity for him to develop as a player with a manager that will give him a chance to prove to everybody that he was worthy of being on the first-team squad. His family would understand, I mean why wouldn’t they? 

 The moment he got home he was buzzing, immediately telling the news to his parents who had come over to his for a bit. His dad and him conversing about the whole move and discussing what this meant for his career, but all his mother could do was sit there looking at her son waiting for him to realize who he had to break the news to next. Running out of patience with her son she coughed to catch his attention. He whipped his head around to face her. 

“Yeah, mum?” 

“Isn’t there someone else you have to break the news to that you’re leaving again?”

He looked at her with a confused face before it dawning on him. “Oh that’s right I have to tell Y/N! But that should be fine, I’m going over to hers soon and I’ll probably spend the night there since we have a lot of planning to do.” he shrugged heading up the stairs to his room to change quickly so he can see his girlfriend. His mum following him confused as ever as to what he meant by ‘planning’. 

“And what planning are you doing might I ask?” 

“Planning to move to derby, of course, I mean think about it, she couldn’t move with me last season because I was in another country but this time around it was more doable, we can live together like we’ve always talked about!” 

“Mason are you hearing yourself? You’re planning on asking Y/N to drop everything to move with you to Derby, to leave school, her home, her family, it’s not that easy, you of all people should know that.” 

“Mum it’s only for a season, she can come visit her family whenever she wants and she can transfer to the local university or even do her classes online I don’t really see the big deal here…”

His mom looked at him at the door standing with his arms crossed and sighed, “as long as you let her decide and don’t pressure her into anything please, that girl loves you with her whole being but don’t ask her to climb mountains without her say.” Mason nodded before heading out the door. 

Mason, of course, thought about what his mum was telling him, he would never force you to do anything but surely he wouldn’t have to, you’ve been together for two years and have had plenty of ups and downs but you got through it all together, and this time around would definitely be an up. At least that’s what he thought.  

You heard a car driving into your driveway and headed downstairs from your room knowing immediately who it was. Mason only got the car door shut before seeing you come from your house entrance greeting him with a hug. He hugged you back even tighter, your legs eventually wrapping themselves around his torso and he carried you towards inside the house. He sat you on the sofa as you made yourself comfortable laying back as he plopped himself on top of you making you huff. Your hands immediately running through his short hair. 

“Long day at training?” you asked giggling a bit.

“Yeah you can say that..” his breath fanning over your neck as he pressed some kisses on the exposed skin. 

“Tell me about it… I could sense by your smile something good happened. Sarri gonna give you first team minutes?” you voice full of hope, you knew that Mase had been worried about not getting playing time so as soon as you saw the bright white smile you knew something good came out of today. 

“Well not exactly….butterfly…” he sat up looking in your eyes and you knew something was wrong. 

“What happened?” 

“I-uh another team wants me on loan this season….” he saw you lose your breathe, “but hear me out? It’s to Derby which is about 3 hours from here and it’s under Frank Lampard… which is huge for me, I mean he’s a Chelsea legend butterfly,” he was standing at the point, talking with his hands like he always does when he’s excited, a small smile on your face seeing him light up talking about his dream, “and since it’s not too far you can move in with me, switch schools, you can even stop going to school and let me take care of you! It would be perfect Y/N, like we’ve always talked about.” He finally stopped moving to see your reaction, and it wasn’t the one he was hoping for. The small smile disappeared from your face, a look of confusion replaced it, eyebrows furrowed together and a slight frown took over your features. “Please say yes…” he said lowly. 

“Mason... “ nothing good comes out of calling him by his first name, “Mase, baby, look at me… this all sounds amazing and the best opportunity for you but you know that it’s just not that easy to drop everything and go with you.” 

“Yes, it is butterfly! We’ve always talked about this, our future and living together and always being at each other’s side, waking up next to you every day knowing you’ll be here when I get home to do it all over again. Why don’t you see that thats all I want?!” 

“I do see that Mason! And I want us to have all that! But it can’t be now! I’m not gonna give up my dreams and goals just so you can have yours!” You huff standing up and throwing your hands up and raising your voice. 

“Do you think I’m asking you to do that?” he looked at you with wide eyes

“Mason that’s exactly what you’re asking me to do… I know you’re a footballer and I support you in every career decision you make but I’m not some WAG who’s gonna sit around waiting for you bring home the money… I’ve never been like that and I’m not about to start being like that now!” You plopped yourself on the sofa, crossing your arms not making eye contact with the boy. 

“I’m sorry Y/N….” he sighed sitting next to you and bringing you into him, “I don’t wanna force you to do anything but please… please think about it at least.” he kissed your forehead softly as you nodded, looking at the carpet on your living room floor. 

“I’ll think about it.”

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Hello everyone ! What’s up 😎🔥

Today i will tell about Hakim Ziyech 😄

Hakim Ziyech has officially arrived at Chelsea following his £35million transfer from Ajax

On Saturday, The dutch attacking midfielder, there was a picture on Chelsea's training ground. Show the availability, but no name on line up last night. Because waiting for the official presentation.

Interesting that Cristian Pulisic is "excited" to start playing with Ziyech and fellow new recruit Timo Werner and hope thay can help Frank Lampard’s side challenge for the title.

Chelsea football fans welcome him very well to the Stamford Bridge. And hope he can help the club and live with Chelsea happily.

This is the club that he has played.

2012-2014 SC Heerenveen

2014-2016 FC Twente

2016-2020 Ajax

2020- Chelsea

"First session done for Chelsea. Very excited and happy to be here and can’t wait to see you guys at the bridge soon."

Hakim Ziyech said. 🔥😎

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