#mav deserves the world and i realised this once more as I made this

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★✧ goosemav // icemav ✧★

(beginning of music video of we found love by rihanna)

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

The Proposal | la proposta

warnings; none word count; 1703 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

13th July 2024, Germany

Amelia and Ben had found themselves experiencing a slight bit of deja vu. The night before the final match of the UEFA European Championship, Amelia was sat in her hotel suite, finalising her preparations for the following evening. A rematch between the Three Lions and The Azzurri. Who would have thought that three years after the last final, the same two teams (give or take a few players) would be in the exact same position.

The difference this time, Amelia had more to think about than just her brother’s feelings. Her relationship with Ben had grown throughout the 3 years that they had been officially together. Countless family holidays shared together, and with each other's respective families had since become a thing of the past as they had successfully managed to merge both the White’s and the Chilwell’s together to create one big happy family. Ben had asked Amelia to move in with him only a year into their relationship, and although outsiders might think it was fast the couple could only disagree with them. They took each stage of their relationship as it came and when it came, just the two of them how it should be.

6 months after moving in together they had adopted a dog together from the local animal rescue centre, a black Labrador called Maverick who was bi-lingual and responded to both English and Italian, much to Ben’s dismay. Amelia began teaching both of her boys (Mav & Benj) simple words in the language of love  and Ben had a harder time retaining it than the pup. Nevertheless, he loved hearing Amelia’s voice when she spoke to him in Italian and it was something he hoped he could hear every day for the rest of his life.

Amelia had continued her role at Chelsea FC as a tactical analyst for the first team, and Chelsea had honored their promise to the girl to allow her to work in depth with the academy talent which is something she found very rewarding and the part she loved most about her job. Of course she loved being around her friends and helping them achieve their dreams but there was something about fostering youth talent that made Amelia really proud to be in the position that she was, to help these young kids from all walks of life make it in the big scary world of professional football. The smile on their faces when they get a call up to an older division, the tears shed by their parents as they wave them off to go and live with their host family nearby Cobham facility, the same eyes that leak a whole different set of tears as they sign their first professional contract with the club - it makes it all worth it.

Something that was eerily similar to the last time Amelia was sat in her hotel room the night before the European Championship Final is that she was, once again, the tactical analyst for the Italian National Team. This time, however, there was no knock on her door with Federico Bernardeschi on the other side waiting to bring her to the English National Team’s base so she could have it out with her brother and Kyle Walker. Thankfully, her relationships with all of the England team had remained intact but that was largely due to another no-contact ban being enforced between her and the Three Lions. This meant that she hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of her friends, let alone her boyfriend Ben, in three weeks. It was painful for both parties, but necessary to ensure that there was no untowards activity or information being shared.

When Amelia was first offered the job she had sat on it for days before making a decision to rejoin the national team. Ben had actually been the one to push her to accept it, it was only something that would make her life better and he didn’t want her to miss out on any opportunity that came her way - even if it meant that the two of them had to be apart both physically and digitally for 3 weeks. That was the thing that held Amelia back from accepting the position on the spot, she would miss the person that became her right hand man. But Ben’s encouragement made the last few weeks easier, and also made Amelia realise just how ready she was to give herself to him...officially.

Marriage had been something that they had both discussed prior as a natural conversation between two people in a relationship that they could see was obviously heading in that direction already, so it was something that was always in Amelia’s mind. She had found herself at florists buying flowers for their dining room table and absent-mindedly thinking about the perfect wedding flowers for her bridal bouquet. However much to Amelia’s dismay, Ben was yet to ask her the most important question of her life and these three weeks apart have made her more desperate than ever to become Mrs Chilwell.

14th July 2024, Signal Iduna Park, Dortmund Germany

A torturous 90-minute match of football later and the Azzurri had done it, back-to-back UEFA European Champions. The only goal of the match coming from her midfield-maestro Jorgi, which was the direct result of a misplay from Declan Rice meaning the ball fell at the feet of Jorginho as he was directly in front of the goal, Jordan Pickford was no match for the beautifully crafted strike which isn’t anything towards Pickford, no keeper was stopping that ball from going in - it was just that good.

This time however, she was the one being consoled by her brother. The pressure of the situation getting on top of her, 3 weeks of no contact with Ben & seeing him for the first time out on this pitch but not being able to kiss him was getting to her, the knowledge that she was again partly to blame for their heartache. Her brother had seen the look in Amelia’s eyes when the whistle blew and the entire bench of the Italian team ran onto the pitch to congratulate the players, she had remained behind. Wrapping his arms around his little sister as she sobbed into his jersey because she was too empathetic for her own good was not how he predicted the outcome of the evening at all, but he was glad he was there for her. Pulling away from her, he tidied up her face and sent her on her way out to the pitch to wrap her Italian friends up in the hugs that they so well deserved, fully aware of the events to follow the wrap up awards ceremony that same night.

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I found myself standing in the centre circle at the Borussia Dortmund home ground, with an Italian flag wrapped around my shoulders and confetti all over the floor at my feet. Looking around at the fans who had stayed behind so they could meet their idols, I could not believe my luck in this world.

“I hope you’re not considering a job out here in Dortmund, Mils? I possibly couldn’t be away from you any longer” Ben spoke from behind me, pulling me out of my trance. I whipped my body around at lightning speed and launched myself at my boyfriend, my soul mate.

“Ben” I whispered into his ear as he lifted me from the ground, feet dangling at his mid shin and my arms wrapped around his shoulders so tightly as if to convey all of the hugs we had missed out over the last few weeks apart.

“Mils, I’ve missed you so much.” He said back to me, expressing the exact same sentiments as I possessed. He put me back on the floor and began to push me away from him, in my desperate attempt at a longer hug I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled myself back in.

“No Mils, I need to see your face as I do this.” He laughed, pushing me off him again and taking a step back from me.

“Benj, what are you doing?” I questioned him, not really believing my own thoughts as to what was about to happen.

“Amelia, my brilliant Amelia. The past three weeks have done nothing but made me realise I never want to spend a day without you again. There are many ways to be happy in life, but all I need is you.  You are my sunshine, you make me unbelievably happy, you make my good days great and my hard day's worth it just to see your smile in our kitchen at the end of it. Your brain is the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I hope our future daughter turns out exactly like you so that I have another you to love.”

Ben had descended to one knee as I stood before him, both hands raised to my face to cover my shocked by bright smile and both eyes stuck directly on his own. I hadn’t noticed the crowd of our closest people begin to gather around us to watch the show.

“So in front of God…” Ben nodded his head slightly, I turned my head to see he was referring to Paolo Maldini and shook my head with a little giggle which was copied by everyone else around us.

“...our family and closest friends I want to ask you the question that I know you’ve been patiently waiting for - will you marry me?” Ben pulled out the most perfect ring from a box that I hadn’t even noticed in his hands.

Dropping myself so that I was crouched and on both knees in front of him, I grabbed his face with both of my own hands and pressed the firmest kiss to his lips. My tears ran down my face and probably all over his, he kissed me back. They say a picture says a thousand words, and while I hoped that at least one of our friends had managed to snap a few of this moment, my kiss said only one word...Yes.

[sunnysky-evans]

Presentation: Dominant: Eric Anderson Submissive: Skylar Evans Topic: Punishment

Eric helps Sky release pent up emotions after being punished for lying to his teacher. 

Sky made his way to Sir Eric's room a little more slowly than he normally would. He knew it was a scene, but it was also real. He had misbehaved and now had to face a punishment. Knocking at the Dom's door thoughts on the punishment to come,  he completely forgot to kneel.

He didn’t feel nervous. Sky was no different than any other submissive who had misbehaved; and truthfully he was grateful that there was a reason behind the punishment he had to issue. He felt almost confident; he’d talked about it with Sky thoroughly, and sought some advice from Sam — so with a top secret stash of the famous Evans spaghetti and hotdogs ready for aftercare, he was just waiting in the blonde’s arrival.  He answered the door with an even expression, and didn’t let his brow furrow too much when he saw Sky standing. Instead of ordering him to kneel immediately, he invited him inside. ‘How are you feeling Sky? A little nervous?’ He asked.

Sky blinked when the door opened, clearly not prepared or ready. He  scrambled to follow the Dom inside. "Oh gosh Sir I'm so nervous. I didn't even say hello or nothing.  On... On account of I was thinking and thinking about getting a spanking. I kinda don't really wanna get a spanking." He lowered his head knowing he wasn't off to a great start. "I'm sorry Sir."

‘It’s okay to feel a bit nervous or unsure. And you can still use your safeword if you need to. I trust you to use it sensibly.’ He acknowledge, flashing a smile. ‘Let’s take a minute; come kneel by me at the couch, and we’ll just talk for a minute. We’ll go over exactly what’s going to happen.’ He assured him, leading him through to the living room. He waited until Sky got himself situated, and much like he always did with Caleb and Mav, threaded his fingers through his hair. ‘You know why you’re being punished today don’t you?’ He asked. Being given permission to feel nervous might seem like a small thing, but for Sky it was huge. Knowing that he wasn't reacting differently because if his miswired brain set him a little at ease. "Yes Sir." He smiled back at Eric feeling... well still nervous but at least more grounded. He followed after Eric and settled down in his knees. He instinctively leaned into the Dom's touch. "It's on account of I told my teacher a fib about my homework." He flushed in embarrassment. He could see him relax and he felt more at ease himself. He knew sometimes Caleb needed to know feeling his emotions was allowed, that it was normal and the reassurance seemed to be something Sky needed to. ‘And we both know that telling fibs isn’t something you should ever do; especially to a teacher.’ He echoed Sky’s language, hoping that it would help reinforce the why behind this punishment, giving it purpose beyond Finals. ‘Can you remind me of your safeword?’ He requested. ‘And if I recall correctly, you’re not totally comfortable with nudity and that’s okay. You don’t have to get naked, but I would like you to take your pants down, and leave your underwear on,’ he directed. ‘Then you can lay yourself across my lap.’ Sky nodded is head slowly. He of course that lying was bad. He'd been going to church long enough to know that. He also knew from his family and from his own gut. You didn't get a stomach ache from doing good things. "I know Sir. It's real bad to tell a fib." He nodded as he got his instructions. He'd felt completely safe with Sir Eric in regards to having to do anything he fundamentally couldn't, like getting naked, but hearing the words still felt good. Like a hug. Like knowing without a doubt that you were heard and accepted just the way you are. He pulled the hem of his pants down to his thighs leaving his underwear up to cover his private places. His nerves jumped again as he lay down across Eric's lap, knowing what came next. He could understand that he had done wrong and deserved his punishment without liking getting punished. He closed his eyes and waited for it to start.

‘I want you to count each strike for me Sky; and we’re going up to fifteen.’ He explained. It was a judgement call as to whether or not he’d tell the submissive how many spanks, but for Sky, it felt important that he knew. Not telling him, he thought, would only make me worry or panic. The camera was already set up to record; and he’d edit it appropriately later so that wasn’t a concern. All that was left was to start. He didn’t strike as hard as he might have with his own submissives; both of whose limits and thresholds, he knew better than his own. Each smack against the submissive’s clothed behind was firm, and evenly paced.

Sky nodded not trusting his voice. He whimpered as the first smack came down, but counted it out. He was so grateful that Sir Eric gave him the numbers to focus on instead of the sting of his hand. Still they hurt and he cried softly into the Dom's leg. It wasn't so bad that he ever considered using his safeword. His dad spanked even harder, but still it hurt and he cried and by the time he got to fifteen he was sniffling as quietly as he could.

The crying never phased him. In fact, he often counted it as a good thing; not because he was hurting the submissive but because in his experience, tears often meant purging of emotions, and he hoped that meant it had the intended effect. That Sky had admitted wrongdoing, taken a punishment and understood forgiveness came with it being over. He rested his hand lightly on his lower back when it was all done. ‘Good boy.’ He praised. ‘You’re forgiven, and I trust that you’re not going to tell anymore fibs about homework.’ He didn’t try to force him to move. ‘Take your time yeah? You can move when you’re comfortable. I’d like it you kneeled for me again; I want to talk about why you didn’t do your homework in the first place and maybe figure out some way we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.’ Beyond just a punishment and verbal forgiveness, he felt there needed to be some real acknowledgement of what had led to it and how it could be avoided in future.

Sky was grateful that he didn't need to move straight away. Because now that the physical punishment was over the sniffling tears escalated to full out crying. He cried in shame at having done wrong and out of the built up frustration that came with navigating a world that didn't always make sense to him. He used to cry and have temper tantrums every day when some task or other proved difficult to do. These days he'd learned to laugh it off or distract himself and yes sometimes he lied to cover for his shortcomings. It all ended up taking a toll and his tears were releasing it all. Eventually the tears slowed to little hiccups and he sat up, leaning heavily against the Dom. "I'm sorry Sir. S..ss..sorry."

When the sniffles turned into harder crying, Eric stroked his back, his hair and soothed him as softly as he could, but he let him get it out. It was obviously something he needed. When Sky shifted, he moved with him and wrapped his arms around him. ‘It’s okay sweetheart. It’s over and you’ve been forgiven.’ He reiterated. ‘All I want to do now is help you figure out how this can be avoided in the future, and then we’re going to cuddle, watch a movie and eat some delicious snacks.’ He promised. ‘You’re a very good boy. Just take your time; you can stay cuddled up like this for as long as you need.’ He promised, adapting his previous order. Now obviously wasn’t the best time to talk.

He sighed in relief. "Thank you Sir." He was reminded how good forgiveness felt and how he needed to always have it for everyone.  He really wanted to skip to the snacks and movie but he knew the Dom needed an answer. Cuddling up closer he tried to gather his thoughts. "Homework is hard and..and... and sometimes I do it wrong and then I just get a bad grade anyway and people laugh at my answers. Just....just easier to say a fib."

‘It’s not easier in the long run though is it? Because one fib leads to another and you always get found out.’ He pointed out. ‘But I understand why you did it. Struggling with homework isn’t a nice feeling; I know I hate feeling out of my depth. And anyone who laughs at you for getting things wrong is just unkind. We all get things wrong sometimes right?’ He stroked his hair and kept one arm securely around his waist. ‘But you know, instead of struggling alone, we can find people who can help. Now I don’t know how good I’d be at any submissive homework but you can always ask for my help. And I know both Maverick and Caleb would be happy to help, and so would Blaine. Why don’t we set up a study session once a week?’ He suggested.

Sky felt more relaxed in the Dom's firm, but gentle hold, listening to the strong, steady voice. He shook his head no. Lying always ended up making more troubles. "Yes Sir. It makes one trouble into more troubles." His eyes widened trying to imagine someone so smart as Sir Eric having a hard time with his homework. He chewed on his lip. He certainly liked the idea of having study sessions with all of them, but he felt worried. "I don't want to make trouble for all'a them Sir. I'm always making more work for people." He hated being a burden to the people he loved.

‘Maverick and Caleb already study together all the time. They’ve both helped me with some of my assignments. And I know for a fact Blaine wouldn’t see studying with you as being more work.’ He promised him confidently. ‘The thing is, sweetheart, we all have our struggles and we all need help sometimes. The really brave thing to do is just to ask for it.’ He explained, realising in the moment that he was quoting his Mama directly. ‘I know both my boys would love having some extra company, and I’ve no doubt they’ll have you staying for dinner with us too.’ He smiled warmly.

Sky's wet eyes looked up into Eric's. "I want to be brave." He wanted that more than nearly anything. He wanted to be brave and make his family proud. He chewed on his lip for a long while. "Will you help me ask 'em?" Perhaps that went against the bravery part, but he didn't really process that. He felt safe and forgiven as well as protected by the Dom in the midst of the scene and it felt natural as breathing to get the guidance and help. "I would super like that too." Now that Archer was spending more time with Sir Ryder and other Doms he spent more time alone than he ever had before. And spending time alone in Sky's world often led to him getting in more mischief.

‘Of course I will.’ He nodded. He could see a little shift in him, and he knew that Caleb would only be too happy to take Sky under his wing and support him. As would his sweet Mav who was always giving of himself. ‘I think Caleb’s going to be joining us later for a movie so we can ask him then.’ He suggested, giving him a tighter hug. ‘Now, if you don’t mind letting me up, I have some delicious snacks to fetch from the kitchen.’ He grinned. ‘I’ll let you pick the movie and we can just snuggle together like last time.’

Sky's brightened into a giant smile, a sense of hope filling him. He laughed a finally loosened what he realized was practically a death hug on the Dom. "Okay, Sir. I'll pick a good one we can all like a lot." After a long moment if trying to figure out that the remote there was pretty much the same as Sam and Blaine's. He browses around and finally saw one that seemed right. A Bug's Life had science bug stuff for Caleb, bravery and teamwork for Sir Eric, and those really funny roly poly bugs for him. "I found one Sir!" He hollered excitedly over his shoulder.