#seeing the boys play today at chelsea

[hendolish]

Not a fic or anything important but just wanted to let you know that your benaaron fics on a03 are absolutely the best thing ever✨✨

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Wingwomen

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

Summary: The Wingman episode

"We are your wingwomen for today," Morsa says to the camera attached to the car," This is Pernille Harder. She plays for Denmark. She plays for Chelsea." She smiles at Momma. "I know you pretty well, I can tell you that."

"You do," Momma says," I can introduce you too. Magdalena Eriksson, captain for Chelsea FC. Playing for the Swedish national team, making a lot of tackles on the football pitch but, also, at home sometimes."

Morsa laughs awkwardly. "Oh, okay."

You laugh too and Morsa reaches back to wiggle your leg. "And our little baby," She says," y/n. The future of Sweden."

Momma rolls her eyes as she pulls out of the spot. "Denmark."

"Sweden."

"Denmark."

You giggle again. "I like Arsenal!"

Momma and Morsa both groan and you beam a sunny smile.

"We started off as just friends, playing together for the same team in Sweden," Morsa says during the drive," Pernille asked me if I wanted to take a math course with her and then we studied math. And yeah, the rest is history."

"Momma doesn't like math!" You say from your seat as you make your girl-swan and girl-moose kiss.

"I like math, princesse!"

"Don't teach me math," You say back, sticking out your tongue.

Morsa laughs. "Now the producer wants to hear about the photo."

"The photo."

"The photo, yeah."

Momma smiles. "Which one? The one with us or Princesse? Because both of them kind of blew up."

"Our one first."

"It was taken at the world cup.. Yeah, after the game I kissed you. The picture was taken and we suddenly just had twenty-thousand more followers on Instagram and Twitter. I didn't get it, like, what happened?"

"After that picture," Morsa says," We really became role models. A lot of people were looking at us and were happy to be able to see that people can be open. If you're two girls in love or a girl and a boy or two boys, it doesn't matter, whatever you are. That's the message we wanted to share. It was a complete coincidence that the picture was taken but it ended up becoming a really beautiful thing."

"And the medal picture?"

"The medal picture," Morsa says softly. She turns her head to look at you. "What's the medal picture, princesse?"

"When I was wearing your medal!" You reply with a silly grin," I was very little but you still gave it to me."

"She did," Momma says," We've got that picture framed somewhere in the house. It was very cute."

"I was just making sure she understood how heavy it was," Morsa laughs," For when she wins her own."

"I'm gonna win a World Cup medal!" You insist.

"Of course you are." Morsa presses her finger to her ear to listen to the producer man before turning to Momma again. "Who or what convinced you to join Chelsea? Anyone in particular?"

Momma laughs. "Morsa thinks she's the reason we moved to Chelsea, princesse."

"She is," You say, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest," Could've stayed at Wolfsburg."

Momma rolls her eyes. "I just think it was just the perfect timing and obviously you were playing on the team."

"It's a little bit of a bonus."

"That's a bonus, yeah. No more bath time duties, no more having to play all the time. You definitely have your uses."

"Morsa plays with me a lot," You cut in," And she does my hair in the morning. It's not always good but she tries."

Morsa turns to look at you in betrayal. "What do you mean it's not always good?!"

You shrug. "Sometimes you tug too hard."

Morsa still looks at you, mouth open wide before she reaches back to tickle your sides. You shriek and try to wiggle away but you're still strapped into your seat so you can't go anywhere.

"Do you have a funny story about the party?" Morsa asks," After winning the league?"

Momma's face lights up. "Ugh, yes!"

Morsa hides in her hands. "Are we really sharing this?"

"Morsa got excited," You say," Because she had a party with the team and forgot that she's too old to party."

"I'm not old!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"You're a Morsa. All Morsa's are old! You're too old to party! You went blergh everywhere!"

Morsa rolls her eyes and looks at the camera. "Because of Covid, because of everything, I hadn't been able to party in over a year. I didn't really know how much I could handle in that evening and..."

"And Morsa threw up in the toilet!"

"And I was taking care of her," Momma says," Like the good girlfriend that I am."

Morsa smiles weakly as you giggle. "Yeah, you had to do girlfriend duties."

"And Millie had to take over babysitting the princesse."

Momma pulls up to the restaurant and you eagerly look out the window, kicking your little legs. It's not often that you get KFC.

"Okay, Pernille," Morsa says," It's time. It's called The Colonel's Quiz." She pulls out a little KFC bucket.. "You can start."

"I'll take the first one."

"And just so you know before we start, Princesse gets to choose a forfeit for the loser so there's a lot at stake, okay?"

"Okay," Momma says," What is my favourite food?"

"I would say..." Morsa thinks for a moment. "Like sushi or Japanese food."

Momma nods. "It's Japanese slash Mexican."

"That's what we had yesterday!" You giggle.

"That's right, princesse. I got one correct answer!"

"Okay, so the next one," Momma says," What is my worst habit?"

"It's you sometimes ask too many questions," Morsa replies.

You think for a moment. "Er...You make me speak English at home!"

Morsa and Momma laugh.

"I said I ask questions before I try to figure it out myself."

"Two points for Morsa!" You announce. You like this game. It's fun.

"How many times did I win player of the year in Denmark? I mean, if you were a really good girlfriend, you actually should know."

"Five times?" Morsa asks, not looking too sure.

"Is that your final answer?"

"No, six times?"

You frown. That doesn't sound right either.

"Is that your final answer?"

"That's my final answer. Is it correct?"

"Yes?"

"Is it correct?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh my god!" Morsa celebrates

You shake your head. "No," You say," Morsa's wrong. It's seven, I counted all of them at home."

Morsa laughs. "Pernille, the producer says she's right. It's actually seven."

Momma's eyes go wide. "Oh, is it? I thought it was six!"

"Momma's won too many," You say earnestly," 'Cause she can't keep up with how many she has." You shake your head almost in disappointment. When you win prizes when you're older, you're never going to forget how many you've got.

"Two out of three is not bad," Morsa says.

"No."

"Not let's see how well you know me." She picks up the slip of paper. "Who is my favourite music artist slash band?"

"Er..." Momma looks a bit worried. "Leonard Cohen or something."

"It's Lana Del Rey."

"Are you sure?"

"Momma," You say," I think Morsa knows who her favourites are."

Morsa laughs. "Thanks, princesse. Next question, what is my party trick?"

"I know! I know!"

"Let Momma answer."

"Er..." Momma doesn't look like she knows. "You get drunk and you throw up."

"Shut up!"

"Those are bad words, Morsa! You have to put money in the swear jar when we get home!"

"Yeah, I don't know."

"Princesse?"

"Morsa can open a bottle of beer with her teeth!" You say," She's going to teach me when I get all my big teeth!"

"Magda!"

Morsa tries to change the subject quickly. "Zero points for you, Pernille. We already have a winner but let's do the last question just to see if you know me a little bit. Which team did I make my international debut against?"

Momma blows out all of her and you giggle.

Morsa sighs in disappointment. "Oh, okay well...I'm gonna get out of this car now. This is not good."

"I think it is..." Momma thinks for a while. "Ukraine?"

"No."

"Hungary?"

"No. It's France."

Momma sighs.

"The forfeit is yours. Princesse?"

"Er..." You hadn't actually thought of one in advance. "Er...You...You have to order the food in an English accent!"

Momma looks stricken and Morsa laughs, leaning back to give you a high five.

"Princesse..."

"You have to!" You wave a finger at her," 'Cause you got the forfeit! Forfeits aren't meant to be fun!"

"Are you ready to practice your accent?" Morsa teases.

"You have to say please and thank you a lot," You say helpfully.

Momma pulls up to the window and in a shockingly bad accent speaks," I'd like a Twister Wrap and I'd also like a salad, please."

"Is there anything else?"

"Princesse, what do you want?"

"Popcorn chicken! And er...Fruitshoot!"

"What flavour?"

"Apple and blackcurrent!"

"And a kid's popcorn chicken and an apple and blackcurrent fruitshoot," Momma says in her bad accent.

As you pull away from the machine, the car is filled with laughter.

"Yeah," Morsa laughs," I don't know what the hell that was but it was great. It's so funny that you're like a farmer girl from Denmark doing a posh accent."

The laughter keeps going when Momma drives past the window and then tries to take the tray with her.

"If you're going to eat in the car," Morsa says as she passes you your food and drink," Then you can't spill anything."

"I won't!"

"Okay," Morsa says as you start the drive through," We've got another question here. Which of the players from our team would you want to see doing a Wingmen episode?"

"Well," Momma says," The first one I was thinking about is Sam and Erin."

You giggle. "Sam and Erin are very silly. Like clowns!"

"What about Emma Hayes doing an episode?" Morsa offers.

"Yeah that...that wouldn't be quiet," Momma replies.

"Coach Emma talks a lot," You say," She talks and talks and talks-"

"Where are we?"

"-And talks and talks and talks-"

"This is Harry Potter's World."

"-And talks and talks-"

"I don't know. I've never seen it."

You stop your repetition to gasp. "Momma! But we live in England now! That's...That's really bad!"

Momma laughs. "Sorry, princesse. I didn't realise you were this passionate about it. Who even showed you them?"

"Millie did," You say," She's fun. I like Millie."

"Is she your best friend?"

You think for a moment. "Erin and Sam are my friends too and Guro but they're not my best friends."

"Who's your best friend?"

"Jessie! I like Jessie!"

Morsa laughs. "You and Jessie are two peas in a pod. Best friends forever!"

"Jessie's my bestest friend."

Momma unlocks the car and hoists you out. "Home sweet home. I think we've been some good Wingwomen. "

"I mean this was great fun." Morsa gets out too, pressing a kiss to your cheek before smiling at Moma. "I loved you English accent, that's the best thing for me today."

"I liked the food!" You say, stuffing some chips into your mouth.

"We're never going to get her to eat healthy again," Momma laments.

"Enjoy it while you can, princesse," Morsa says," Because you've not getting anymore fast food for a while."

You stick your tongue out at them. "My bestest friend Jessie will buy me some!"

[deltaromeo3]

ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? - Mason Mount

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

summary: in which the Chelsea women’s and men’s team have a joint training- revealing a new transfer.

✿ A/N: this is a long one yall… couldn’t write short fics for the life of me. + this is my first mason/football fic! hope you enjoy it :) let me know if i should write more mason/football fics? :p feedback is appreciated <3

— Requests are open! Send some my way :)

It was a wet Thursday morning. Training went on as usual; starting with stretching and warm ups.

It was only when Mason was halfway done with his stretches that he realise something or rather someone had caught the attention of his fellow teammates.

“Is she new? Haven’t seen her around before.” Reece asks Ben.

He figured they were chatting on about the women’s team on the other side of the pitch. Mason wasn’t really interested, he’s seen them around before. Theres the usual like Sam Kerr, Lauren James, Fran Kirby…

Well… he wasn’t interested.. not until Kai chimes in.

“Watcha lookin’ at boys?” Kai spoke.

“Number-” Reece squints, hoping it would make the number appear more clearer.

“Eight?” Kai finishes his sentence.

“Yeah yeah! She new?”

Kai nods. “Yeah and shes a forward. But she can play AM CM proper well. Or so I’ve heard,”

“Really?” Mason speaks, a little amused by your ability to play multiple positions- one of them being the same as his.

Kai hums in response. “Why Mase? Interested?” He smirks, elbow making contact with Mason’s rib.

“N-nah…” He takes one more glance towards you.

★★★

You were busy warming up when you realised you were sharing a pitch with the Chelsea mens team. Not gonna lie, you were excited.

“Good morning!” Lauren greets you and you greet her back.

“Good morning indeed,” You glanced towards the other side of the pitch- towards the direction of the men’s team.

She suddenly chuckles, “You’ve got fans.” She chinned towards where the men’s team were standing.

You turned around to be met with Reece, Ben, Kai and Mason all looking your way. Reece gave you a friendly wave and you waved back.

Lauren throws a smirk at you.

“What? I’m being friendly,”

★★★

Training was almost over. Everyone was dismissed for a short water break and so you headed to the sidelines to grab a drink.

As you headed towards the water bottles, you could hear the loud chatter coming from your left.

You were sipping on your drink, minding your own business when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to be met with whom you were sure was Reece James.

“H-hey,” Reece stutters. “Are you new here? Sorry, I know it’s a tad bit random but we’re all just wondering. Haven’t seen you ‘round here before.”

You let out a soft laugh, finding it unusual. “You’re Reece, right?”

He nods, “Y-you know me?” He stutters as you catch him offguard.

You chuckled. “Of course! You’re one of the best right backs, how could I not?”

You could see a smile forming on his face, but it was hidden quickly.

“I’m Y/N. And yeah, i’m new. What’s up?”

“Oh- Nah, me and my mates were just wondering.”

You let out a chuckle, “You mean the mates that are looking at us right now?”

“Wh-“ Reece turns around, only to be met with three pairs of eyes looking at the interaction going on between the two of you.

He scratches the back of his head, “Yeah.. them. Sorry. They’re weirdos.”

You chuckled, but was soon interrupted by Mason coming by.

“Oi Reece! Stop bugging her! Sorry, he’s a bit of a chatter bug today. Hi, I’m Mason.” He extends his hand and you shake it. He smiles at you, and you can already feel your heartbeat quickening.

“Hi Mason, I’m Y/N,” You said, trying to play it cool.

Y/N..Y/N.. Mason thinks to himself. I must remember to look her up on Instagram later.

“That’s a nice name. You must be new here! Welcome to Chelsea.”

“Y-yeah! Welcome to Chelsea.” Reece adds.

“Thank you! I feel so welcomed already,” You smiled.

You wanted to continue the conversation with them but your coach was calling for you.

“Well it was nice meeting you- Mason, Reece. But as you can see I’m needed elsewhere. Twas a nice chat!” You waved as you jogged off.

“Having fun aren’t ya?” Coach Hayes teased.

“I’m just being friendly is all,” You smiled.

Meanwhile….

“Nice name? Really Mase?” Reece teased.

Mason chuckles, “What? It’s true innit? Y/N.”

★★★

WEMBLEY STADIUM - Chelsea Vs Manchester United

Your heart was pounding. This would be the game that would determine the Women’s FA Cup winner.

You were in the changing room, pre-gaming. You had your AirPods in- “No limit by G-Eazy” playing. Needless to say, you were in your own world.

You were suddenly interrupted when Lauren came by and sat down beside you. By the looks of it, you were sure she was talking to you. You paused your song.

“I’m sorry Lauren, didn’t catch any of that. What did you say?”

“I said,” She pauses. “You know what? Never mind. Gotta keep your mind in the right place. I’ll tell ya after the game.”

You found it a little suspicious but you brushed it off and continued being in your own bubble.

Little did you know….

masonmount posted on their story

Obviously you didnt know it just yet… You didn’t even have time to check your phone.

★ ★ ★

“A 3p in the FA Cup for Chelsea. They’ve won it for the third year in a row! Y/N L/N, the man- or woman of the match for today! Incredible! Seems like Chelsea made the right decision.”

You managed to score the winning goal, clinching Chelsea their FA cup win. You were overjoyed, once again proving Chelsea right- having you wouldn’t be a waste.

You were seated on the podium after celebrating with your team- trying to find photos to post on Instagram.

You looked up for a brief second, suddenly realising that Reece was congratulating and talking to Lauren. But that wasn’t it, no- not far behind him were Kai, Ben and Mason goddamn Mount. Wasn’t hard to spot him as he was in Chelsea’s jersey.

You continued to edit your photos, not caring much about them when suddenly you felt a presence glooming over you.

“So, man of the match huh?” He teases.

You immediately recognised the voice.

You let out a soft chuckle before locking your phone to look up at him. “It appears so,”

He laughs. There it was. The laugh. The feeling you got when you heard his laugh and you saw his smile felt even better than winning the cup. Maybe that was a stretch, but it was true.

“Congratulations by the way,” He sits down next to you.

“Thank you Mason. I didn’t know you came! I could’ve dedicated my goal to you,”

“Wh-what?” He laughs as you catch him off guard.

“I’m just joking,” You smile. “Who are you here for? Lauren? Fran perhaps…?” You asked, hoping to find out who the lucky girl would be. Sure as hell couldn’t be you.

“Fran?” He laughs again. It’s you, you muppet. He thinks to himself. “Well… do you see me talking to them right now?”

“You could be, they’re right there,” You glanced towards Lauren and Fran, who were already looking towards you with a mischievous grin on their faces.

“I just did. And now i’m talking to you. I came here for you!”

“What?” Now you were the one who were caught off guard.

“I’m here for you,” He repeats himself.

“No yeah- I heard you. W-why?”

He laughs. “I just had to! Kai and Ben were going on about how good you were so I just had to see it for myself. And boy they weren’t wrong. You play better than me.”

You blushed. “Thank you Mason,”

“So can I get your autograph, Miss Y/N L/N? Sign my jersey perhaps? It’ll be worth tons one day I know it!”

You let out a cackle, “Don’t be silly Mason,”

“I’m serious! Cmon!”

“A photo perhaps? It’ll last longer,”

He nods. You call Lauren over to take a photo of the both of you. She leaves shortly after.

Mason suddenly takes the medal off of your neck, walking off back to Reece and the rest, and you followed suit.

“Who’s medal ya got there Mase?”

“Oh no one’s. Just the man of the match.” He bloats jokingly, glancing towards you.

The group laughs. He quickly takes off the medal, handing it back to you but you stopped him.

“Ah ah, wait. Be a doll and pose for me,”

And so, he does. Such a doll he is.

yourusername just posted on their story

“So, what was it you said in the changing room?” You asked Lauren.

She glances over to her brother and his group of friends. “Aren’t you glad they came?”

“Oh I’m more then glad.”

“Awesome. Cause this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of them.”

Your phone dings.

masonmount started following you.

masonmount reposted your story.

[pixiesfz]

winners are grinners c.f

plot: arsenal women are asked to join the sidemen for a collaboration video and you and your girlfriend are asked to come.

warnings: none really, might come out with a harry version later for fun

You had your arm around your girlfriends shoulder when they pressed the record button and one of the seven boys who's named you found out was JJ started yelling at the camera.

You had known about the sidemen, you did live in London after all their fans were everywhere and almost all their videos went viral.

You smiled when you felt Caitlin laugh at one of their jokes and looked at her "ya happy we came?" you whispered and she turned to you "I reckon we smash em" she smiled and you laughed at her enthusiasm.

It was early in your relationship and you hadn't made anything public yet in terms of media-wise, you tried to keep it a secret from the team but the captains clearly latched on to your closeness and beat it out of you.

When they were discussing the 'discount code' you slipped your arm off Caitlin and started playing with the soccer ball underneath your feet "What about Gunners" you said when they didn't like their first word.

"Oh yeah Gunners!" KSI said with a shrug as Josh celebrated behind him.

You all went to your spots as one named Ethan just explained the first game. "Someone throws the ball in, touch it once, and then kick for a goal," he said and you all agreed.

"I don't think we need to ask if we're partners right?" Caitlin joked, her Aussie accent popping through as you laughed "yeah but you're going first"

JJ went first, kicking a fairly easy shot but your goal keeper and friend Manu must have been day dreaming cause she watched it go through without moving.

"Manu babe!" you called out "You just watched it go in!" you called out to her which made the girls laugh "I'm warming up" she defended herself and all the girls laughed again.

You were happy you agreed to come now it seems more fun than you thought.

The boys were still celebrating as you patted Ruby "your turn Rubesicle" you told her as she and Noelle went over.

You looked at Caitlin whose competitive nature had taken over her as she started to squint around "You're going to get lines if you squint Catie" you teased and she shook her head "Shut up".

You smiled, proud of yourself as Ruby took her shot and Toby caught it, next was Harry who had an impressive kick but Manu shot up and tapped it away which left you speechless.

All the girls erupted in cheers at your friends talent and all the boys clapped whilst complimenting her save.

"Care to do that against Chelsea next time?" you called out and smiled when you saw Manu look at you with a deadpan expression.

Noelle went next and also kicked an incredible shot but Toby blocked it in the same mannerisms as Manu.

Everyone went into shambles again and Noelle went to her knees, you got so excited that you clung on to Caitlin that let out a loud gasp.

"That was the save of his lifetime!" Noelle yelled and everyone laughed.

Next was Ethen who hit the post and you and Caitlin walked up to the camera which you smiled at.

"Hi my names Caitlin Foord" Caitlin introduced herself "I should score but we'll see" she shrugged, you laughed at your girlfriend as you repeated her words to her "C'mon Caity" you encouraged before throwing the ball up and watching as she touched it with her knee and kicked it into the middle and straight into Toby's hands.

"Caitlin!" you yelled knowing that she could kick a better goal in her sleep "It is scarier than you think" she defended herself to you as you both laughed going back.

You watched Josh go next as he tried to do something cool but failed...miserably.

You couldn't hold in your laugh as he whipped his head around to see where the ball was and Simon who was next to you laughed harder from your reaction.

"We brought grandad with us today, sorry" Ethan yelled out and for a second you felt bad for the man but he was also laughing at himself so it seemed fine.

You and Caitlin walked up again as you looked into the camera.

"Hi my names y/f/n but if I miss it's Caitlin Foord" you smiled before Caitlin yelled out a 'hey' as you smiled cheekily at her.

Caitlin threw the ball as you touched it with your right foot to keep it on the ground but went back a little to smash it, it seemed like it was going to go in before Toby stretched out his leg and hit it out with his foot.

You groaned as Caitlin laughed at you and grabbed you to take you to the line.

"You almost made me do the splits!" Toby called out and you laughed "be more flexible then" you defended with a smile.

A couple more shots later and a failed trick shot the whole fourteen of you were smiling ear to ear as you all had fun. Simon got another one in and now you and Caitlin were going up "I reckon low corners he's expecting high shots" you told her as you looked at the goalie.

"hey, no team chatting!" JJ called out as you both laughed and separated, you threw the ball and Caitlin touched it before kicking back left corner which he thought would go high, just as you predicted.

You cheered for Caitlin before she opened her arms for a big hug as you ran back to the girls "on the map" you sang out to them.

It was your turn soon enough and you did the same thing as Caitlin but switched to your left boot so it would go the other way which Toby got confused by and dived the other direction.

"Oi she's strategic!" Simon yelled out towards you as you gave an innocent smile to them which they laughed at. When you were walking back Caitlin whispered in your ear "such a smart girl" she praised as you blushed.

Once it was your turn again you completely smashed it with your left foot making the ball go fast so Toby wasn't quick enough to stop it as it hit the net.

"Let's go!" Noelle yelled out from her spot on the side and Ethan clapped "beautiful!" he hyped as a smile formed on your face and Caitlin laughed.

The boys ended up hitting 5 before the girls and next was a crossbar challenge which Caitlin ended up being a gun at, scoring three of the five you and Ruby being the other two to score one.

You looked at the camera before sighing "something about the boys crying out in defeat is empowering" you shrugged and walked off, you didn't know that clip of you would become viral in a couple of days.

Penalty's were next and you put yourself up second in line, before Caitlin, you were first to get one in for the girls and Caitlin quickly behind as you both clapped hands.

"They're like a dynamic duo" JJ whispered out loud "if only you knew" you joked back and Caitlin pulled you away before you could see the look on their faces.

Your next one you ran towards the left but kicked it to the right making Toby confused and go to the left making your shot clear and easy.

"I'm quite proud of myself there" You smiled at Caitlin who smiled "You're too adorable," she told you before going up herself.

It was now 9 - 7 and you only needed one more goal for the girls to win the round and it was your turn.

"This is really nerve-wracking" you admitted before the boys started yelling things out about 90-minute goals and champion leagues.

You winked at Caitlin before taking your shot when it hit the net all the girls came running at you with cheers and you jumped up and down.

Next was free kicks and everybody kinda sucked at it but the boys eventually scored three, even if you accidentally hit Harry in the chest and had to apologize six times as he said 'It's fine' with a clearly winded voice.

It was two all and we decided to end it on rock paper scissors which you elected Caitlin for.

"Why me?" she asked "Cause I will end up forgiving you if you lose," you said as the others nodded Caitlin just rolled her eyes and went against Vik.

Vik went rock and Caitlin paper so we won and all the girls went into cheers and you jumped on Caitlin's back "Oh yeah!" you yelled out as she laughed at your excitement.

When she put you down she covered her microphone "Am I going to get rewarded for this miraculous win" she said with a smirk and you just smirked back at her.

"maybe".

[cher-rei]

love song ♬— chapter 3 [ J.M ]

pairing: jamal musiala x fem!oc

summary [please read]

genre(s): strangers to lovers, fluff, angst and football romance [love song playlist]

[w.c: 2.8k] masterlist

notes: heyyyyy, I managed to finish the chapter today!! surprise!! I hope you guys are enjoying it xxx

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the following day, as promised, the group of friends were headed on a little outing to congratulate the boys on their win. they burst into the bustling mall, laughter and chatter filling the air.

it started off well, conversation flowing easily between them just like it used to.

“spain is playing in berlin tonight,” noelle said in recollection and fixed the position of the the bag strap on her shoulder.

florian turned to look at her with his eyes widened, then hitting kai on the arm. “that lamine yamal kid? an absolute class player. we need to go and watch them play.”

from beside him aaliyah let out a scoff. “we actually have an england match to watch,” she let out a dazed sigh, “I need a picture with jude.”

florian’s smile immediately dropped, causing jamal to stifle a laugh from beside noelle. “we'll end up going anyway, let's just pray that they play each other at some stage to kill two birds with one stone.”

jamal looked to aaliyah with a quirked eyebrow. “you could've just asked me, I have connections with mr superstar.”

“no way,” noelle said in surprise. “I have connections with mr superstar's best friend.”

“you know trent?” he asked again, but she shook her head with a smile.

“close, I know his girlfriend. we went to high-school together.”

sophia perked up at your mention, knowing exactly who you were talking about. “I keep on forgetting that you went to high-school with jamie. what a small world we live in.”

“you know jamie?” jamal spat, disbelief spread all over his face and it made noelle furrow her brows, not sure what was so shocking. who didn't know her? “jamie carter? that jamie?”

when noelle nodded he couldn't help but chuckle in shock— the girl he had a thing for was friends with his childhood friend. “small world might be an understatement. we were in the chelsea academy together. major older sister energy, I'm still traumatised.”

the shared connection led to a comfortable conversation between the two strangers, their footsteps trailing behind the two couples ahead who were lost in their own world. noelle shared fond memories of the older girl to jamal, about how she took noelle under her wing for what ever reason.

it was one of those silly situations where the protectiveness of someone would ultimately end in a friendship between someone in year 11 and 9. so for those two years that jamie had left, she made sure to care for noelle as if she were her own.

“oh, she's so small!” jamie cooed at the newcomer, noelle immediately stopping in her tracks to see that she was the only year 9 who signed up for school newspaper.

“what's your name, angel?” jamie questioned and ushered her into the room, everyone lounging around the meeting table with her at the head.

noelle hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the faces of her seniors— jamie’s boisterous personality standing out. “noelle braun.”

“no way! kelly, remember when I said that I wanted to name my baby girl noelle?? i have it in my notes app.”

from that day onward, noelle couldn't recall a day where she wasn't sat with jamie at school studying in the library, asking for advice or watching the older girl join in on the football matches that took place at recess.

jamal listened intently as she spoke fondly of her, a warm hearted laugh leaving his lips. “yeah, that sounds exactly like her. toned down a bit, I reckon since she's older now.”

from ahead of them sophia couldn't help but look over her shoulder every so often to see the two wandering slowly, conversation being made despite noelle's timid personality. and that was the shocking part. she didn't like sharing too much about herself unless she was comfortable with someone.

her answers were always kept short and brief, a tight lipped smile following after to mimick her stiff behaviour. jamal was similar, but he knew how to carry a conversation with a bashful smile— which was exactly what he was doing now, his clammed hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

this might be a lot easier than she thought.

as they stopped at a clothing store, sophia and kai drifted off somewhere, with aaliyah and florian heading in the opposite direction. the girls held on to thein boyfriend's for dear life, exchanging smitten looks and kisses every so often.

noelle and jamal exchanged a knowing glance.

“I think we're cramping their love fest,” he whispered and she nodded, her nose scrunching at the sight of kai tickling sophia.

she looked up to jamal. “coffee break?”

jamal couldn't stop the smile that drew to his lips, his heart fluttering for some reason as he stepped to the side and gestured for noelle to walk ahead. “it's like you're a genuis.”

without drawing attention, they slipped away from the group, leaving the affectionate couples to their shopping spree. eventually they settled into a cozy café, jamal taking the liberty to order their drinks as promised.

when their order got called up, he handed the latte to noelle with a playful smile. “my sincerest apologies once again, you'll be able to taste it in the coffee, I swear.”

a giggle left her lips as she took her seat at the back of the café, further away from everyone and he took a seat in front of her. “oh, really? what was the coffee made with exactly?” she asked jokingly, a playful smile on her lips.

“immense guilt and embarrassment,” he desdpanned, causing noelle to force down the laugh itching at her throat before they fell back into a peaceful atmosphere.

the conversation drifted from topic to topic, shared laughter floating in the air. “so what do you think they're going to do next?” jamal asked grinning, hinting at their friends that they left behind.

noelle pretended to think for a moment. “probably plan a joint wedding.”

his eyes widened in mock horror, the footballers reaction being her to laughter once more. “don't even joke about that.”

everything was going great to his surprise, and in no time his sweaty palms were the last thing on his mind. he was curious. curious about how noelle was, what she enjoyed and why she drank 4 mugs of coffee a day? he'd barely scraped the surface.

it came up naturally, his job and her life at university. and the fact that she was a psychology major made so much sense to him. “you fit the stereotype perfectly.”

noelle smiled, “and what’s that?”

the footballer leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he scanned noelle’s features and stature. not to be weird but he'd been observing her for quite some time, seeing as he didn't have the courage to actually talk to her. all those days in the coffee shop, ordering coffee only to give it to one of his teammates because he wasn't a huge indulger due to his diet.

“you like to keep to yourself, a natural observer.” noelle gasped, ready to plead her case but he cut her off. “yeah, don't act like I don't see the way that you look at people, you're psychoanalysing everyone you creep.”

“creep is a bit much,” she interjected, her hand covering her mouth in shock. accusations— correct accusations. nevertheless she gestured for him to carry on.

he hummed in thought. “your colour palette is very neutral, very cosy. autumn is definitely your favourite season,” he said that was so much certainty and noelle nodded along, a hum of confirmation leaving her lips.

“and you're an older sibling.” her lips parted slightly, shock evident. “I know that from experience, definitely a younger sister— teenager.”

noelle threw her head back with a groan, the mention of her younger sister giving her a splitting headache. “I hate 15 year olds. she's like a demon, sucking the life out of me.”

she didn't have the best relationship with her sister carmen. blame it on puberty, and the fact that carmen hated everything and everyone, meaning that noelle was privileged with the ‘evil older sister’ title for trying to help her— or doing anything really.

“ugh, can you just leave me alone?” carmen would yell, marching out of the living room with her blood boiling. “do you have nothing better to do than make my life difficult?”

the door slammed. all this just because noelle offered to help her with an assignment since she was struggling.

“so, what's your assignment about?” jamal asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. “sophia said you weren't too happy about it.”

with a bitter smile noelle took another sip of her latte, the warm liquid spreading through her chest. “I'm exploring the phenomenology of romantic love— how people experience and understand love.”

the genuine glint shimmered in jamal's eyes, his interest piquing although he could see that she was anything but pleased or excited about it. “that sounds interesting, and fun. how's it going so far?”

“well,” she sighed, her eyes drifting out the café window for a moment. “it's not going at all. I didn't start yet, but I'm getting there.” she smiled. “I hope…”

she went on to tell him about using sophia, kai, aaliyah and florian as he guinea pigs to which he was very pleased about. he let out an amused hum, nodding fondly at the idea. “you're about to get a phd with that thesis, they're your one way ticket to success.”

as they delved deeper into conversation, jamal discovered noelle's infectious laugh, her eagerness and passion for understanding human emotions, and her very subtle sense of humour. in turn, noelle, found jamal's kind heart, his genuine interest in her thoughts and his captivating smile.

the café’s background hum faded into the distance as they lost themselves until they finished their drinks, jamal's phone buzzed in his pocket, a stifled laugh leaving his lips at the message. “looks like the lovebirds are done shopping.”

noelle smiled, stretching her arms with a content sigh. “time to rejoin the flock. thanks for the coffee break by the way, I felt like I was having withdrawal symptoms.”

with a chuckle he held the door open for the smaller girl. “you seriously need to watch your caffeine intake.”

as the evening drew to close, the girls decided to head back to noelle’s apartment since it's where they'd be staying during their time in munich. watching her friends separate from their boyfriend's was a sight for sore eyes, her face displaying her distaste while simply giving jamala a polite wave.

the trio settled into noelle's cozy living room, surrounded by plush cushions and soft lighting. sophia poured wine into their glasses with a satisfied smile before plopping down next to her friends on the couch.

they went over the events of the day and how nice it was to be out with their partners again before they'd be pressed with the task of immense stress to soothe due to the tournament. with that, noelle naturally faded into the background as a listener, trying her best to understand their situations.

it was a task and a half to be there for their partners emotionally during times like this, and it was tough to imagine. but once again, it took a toll on each partner emotionally and mentally. [add to thesis outline]

“where did you sneak off to by the way?” aaliyah's voice snapped her out of her daze, a distant hum leaving her lips as she recollected her thoughts.

sophia and aaliyah eyed noelle with knowing looks. “you left us hanging, to hang out with jamal.”

noelle couldn't help the scoff that she let out, the accusation rather amusing. “first of all, you left me hanging.” she pointed to herself with a pointed expression, then shrugged. “and jamal owed me anyway. I got apology coffee.”

a gasp left sophia's lips and she straightened her posture. “your favourite.”

aaliyah shook her head and set her glass down on the coffee table then snuggled futher into the couch. “sorry that we left you like that. we know you aren't much of a talker, it was probably really awkward.”

“it actually wasn't,” noelle said softly, not thinking much of her answer yet the unfamiliar feeling in her stomach said otherwise.

with confused looks, her friends looked at her with intrigue and mild confusion because they knew that if noelle was put in a situation where she had to be with someone she didn't know, silence was her go to. they'd seen it first hand at parties and gatherings, she would literally sit or stand silently, her mind drifting elsewhere instead of engaging in small talk.

“yeah, it wasn't awkward. he’s actually really easy to talk to.”

sophia nodded slowly, a sly grin settling on her lips. “oh, really?” she turned to aaliyah who was more confused, not quite catching onto her friend's initial thought. “you know, he's not much of a talker either.”

it was aaliyah's turn to chime in. “he's got that whole charming thing down though. I seriously don't underatand how he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.” her tone was laced with something that only sophia caught onto, her smile deepening while noelle simply took in the information.

she shot her friends a quizzical look, surprised by the newfound information. initially she thought that he'd be tied down with someone, you know footballers and their antics. all that stereotypical stuff.

noelle''s expression read “noted”, earning proud glances from the two girls in front, silently scheming. it wasn't the first time that they'd be playing matchmaker with her. they tried whenever they encounter someone who seemed the slightest bit fit for their best friend. even if it were just for the experience.

but when sophia was sitting at home back in london a while ago, jamal had come back to visit for a few days with florian for kai. the two footballers were in her living room one day, waiting for kai to come back from pracrice when she overheard a conversation.

she didn't get the details but all she knew is that jamal had his eyes set on someone that he's never spoken to. it sounded funny at first until the person started sounding oddly familiar, but she pushed it to the side until later that evening again. once again they were on the topic of relationships, and kai was telling jamal to let loose a little.

he was reluctant of course. “you guys got lucky, okay. I can't do that, girlfriend’s don't sure show up out of nowhere.”

“unless…” florian trailed off, hinting at an idea that jamal immediately cut off. “you're too picky.”

sophia hit him on the arm for that comment, feeling sorry for the younger boy. “don't listen to him, he's stupid.” she took a seat on the armrest of the couch beside kai. “start off simple. what do you look for in a partner? maybe I know someone.” that was supposed to be a joke.

he was put on the spot, not having much of a criteria because he wasn't picky. “I don't know,” he sighed. “I just need someone to talk to I guess, someone gentle— I've had my fair share of brutal women in my life. this is going to sound weird but someone warm–”

“dude what does that even mean? you're asking for a pillow,” kai said with a judgemental look thay florian mimicked. of course that earned him another slap on the shoulder.

jamal rolled his eyes. “your girlfriends hate you in secret just so by the way.”

“as if,” florian scoffed and sunk deeper into the couch cushion while kai turned to look up at sophia with pleading eyes although she avoided his gaze, an awkward laugh leaving her lips.

“someone smarter than me,” jamal spoke up and sophia stopped for a moment. “that would be fun. ugh, I don't know,” he groaned in frustration and ran his palms over his face, flushed in embarrassment. “I just need somebody to love without worrying about them trying to steal my money!”

florian choked on his laughter. “okay, justin bieber calm down now.”

sophia on the other hand was on the verge of leaping up and smacking herself for being so damn blind. because she did in fact, know someone.

the only issue was that she was dealing with two very stubborn individuals, one of which hated the idea of romantic relationships as a whole. but there was a plan, there always had to be a plan, and it started with planting the idea into noelle's mind, a single seed of possibility that would eventually plague her mind if it was watered enough.

jamal was easy, he liked her but sophia wasn't sure how much that silent infatuation and intrigue would get her. of course it all needed to happen naturally, but she was more than happy to be the catalyst.

“he has a really cute smile by the way, not to be weird or anything,” noelle stated out of the blue, her friends nodding in agreement at the sudden proclamation, their silent exchange of high fives beneath the blanket giving them hope.

and the seed was planted.

[lucy90712]

Hello I love your stories so my question is if you maybe could write something about reader being Mason mounts sister and she starts dating Ruben Dias and her does not approve at first but in the end it’s all fluff and he approves could you maybe make it long?

When I got the train up from London to Manchester I expected to actually spend some time with Mason and see the area and what it's like for him up here now that he plays for Manchester United but that hasn't happened. My first day here Mason brought me to training with him so I could see the training ground and meet his new teammates but since he's just left me alone everyday. I didn't come here to just sit around in Mason's apartment so I've decided that today I'm going to explore Manchester. I know where I want to go and I know how to get there so I'll be fine but I haven't told Mason where I'm going as he will kill me but I'm my own woman and I'm more than capable of exploring on my own.

The first thing I went to was an art museum then I went to the cathedral and by the time I'd done that I was definitely hungry so I made my way more towards the centre of Manchester where I found a lovely looking cafe that sold sandwiches. As I was walking towards the door someone else walked in front of me accidentally opening the door into me. As soon as the person turned around I recognised them straight away it was Ruben Dias. I've met Ruben before and I've spoken to him when Chelsea have played Man City but I didn't expect him to recognise me as I'm not exactly very recognisable but once he saw my face it all seemed to click in his head. 

"I'm so sorry" he apologised 

"It's ok I'm fine don't worry about it" I said 

"You're Mason's sister y/n right?" He asked 

"Yeah I am I'm surprised you recognised me" I said 

"I'm good with faces plus we've met a few times before" he said 

"Can I buy you a coffee or something?" He asked 

"It's ok you don't have to do that" I said 

"Well I want to so let's go" he said 

I wasn't going to argue anymore instead I let him hold the door open for me and then I let him pay for my sandwich and coffee I did try and offer to give him some money but he refused my offer. We sat with each other and got to talking about Mason's move and how Ruben's season is going before we started actually getting to know each other better. I always knew Ruben was a nice guy but getting to talk to him properly made me realise that there's a lot more to him than just being a football player. He's a very interesting person but he also wanted to hear about me and my life even though there is nothing interesting to tell he still listened and asked questions. 

When Ruben found out I was going on my own tour of Manchester he offered to show me around the city. Walking round Manchester with Ruben is something Mason would hate more than me walking round on my own but I like Ruben so I agreed with no hesitation. We had fun he took me to all the secret spots and showed me the best restaurants and helped me make a list so that whenever I come back I know where to go. We had a lot of fun talking and laughing as we walked around the streets occasionally hiding in side streets so Ruben could avoid large crowds so he wouldn't get recognised. I felt like a teenager sneaking around with a boy while I was supposed to be doing homework but that made it even more fun. 

We stayed out until I got a text from Mason asking where I was and I realised that a few hours had gone by already. Ruben said he'd walk back with me as he doesn't live far from Mason so we walked together still talking and laughing like we'd known each other for years. We stopped a couple of houses down from Mason's so he wouldn't see us together.

"So this is me" I said 

"Today has been fun I know this might seem too much but whenever you're back here I'd like to take you to some of those restaurants you know as a friend because it's more fun to go with someone than on your own" Ruben said

"That sounds great if you give me your number I'll text you every time I'm here" I said 

"Pass me your phone" he said 

I did as he told me to and he added his number to my contacts before we said goodbye and I ran off to get told off by my brother. Mason was waiting for me by the door with an angry look on his face like I'm not 23 and can't fend for myself. 

"Where have you been?" He asked 

"I've been exploring Manchester I was bored of sitting here all day on my own and I'm more than capable of going out on my own I walk round London on my own everyday" I said,

"But you don't know the area you couldn't got lost someone could've taken advantage of you" he yelled 

"Well I didn't did I come on Mason I'm fine I'm 23 not 13" I said 

"You're right I just worry about you plus mum and dad will kill me if anything happens to you" he said 

"Well I'm fine and if I wasn't it would be my fault not yours you have to let me live my life" I said 

"Ok I'll let you live your life but if things go wrong just know I'll be there for you just know that I'll be there" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

6 months later 

I've been back to Manchester a few times over the last few months and every time I've seen Ruben to start with it was just as friends but after the first two times I'd seen him he asked me if the next time I was there I'd like to make it a date. So the next time I came back we went on a date and I've never been happier it was the best date I've ever been on it wasn't with some guy I'd met through friends that I didn't really like or a guy I met out at a club it was with a nice guy that I actually like and that made it so much more enjoyable. Ruben also didn't think of me just as Mason's sister he saw me for the person I am and I was able to see him for who he is too and not just the football player. That one date turned into multiple and now I'm going back to Manchester for our 5th date while Mason is away. 

Mason still doesn't know that I even saw Ruben the first time I came to he definitely doesn't know that we've been going on dates. Admittedly I should just tell him but I feel like I can't they have been rivals for years and now it's worse I can't exactly tell him I'm dating someone from his teams biggest rivals just like that. That's why no one other than Ruben knows I'm coming this weekend he's letting me stay with him and we are going to spend as much time together as we can without anyone else finding out and without me having to check in with my brother every few hours. 

I got the train late Friday night after work and Ruben met me at the station to take me back to his place where had had dinner ready for us both and a movie for us to watch. We cuddled on the sofa and I felt truly at peace for the first time in a long time. For my whole life I've been dragged from place to place for Mason and his career and just had to deal with it my life has always been chaos and then just as I was getting used to London Mason had to go and leave. This time I resisted and stayed in London to finally love my own life but even that felt wrong but now I've realised I know what I want and it's peace and stability with someone who can give me that and that person is Ruben. 

Last night Ruben carried me to his bed and we fell asleep cuddling but this morning when I woke  up he wasn't laying next to me and I started to think I'd done something to mess this up but before I could really panic Ruben came back with breakfast. 

"Good morning I hope you like pancakes I made plenty" he said 

"Thank you you didn't have to do this" I said 

"Well I wanted to its not everyday that I have such a pretty girl in my bed" he teased 

"I bet there's been quite a few pretty girls in your bed over the years" I joked 

"Not for a long time and hopefully you'll be the only pretty girl in my bed from now on" he said 

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I asked 

"If you'll say yes then yeah I am" I said 

"I will definitely say yes" I said 

"Then here's your breakfast my beautiful girlfriend" he smiled 

~~~~~~~~~~

6 months later

Since making things official with Ruben a lot has changed my company offered me a place in their Manchester office knowing that Mason had moved there but he wasn't the reason I accepted that was Ruben. Hiding our relationship has been a lot more difficult since I moved here but being able to spend more time together has been nice. I have also been to a few of Ruben's games as long they don't clash with Mason's although I have to be careful not to be seen. Ruben has asked me why I don't just tell Mason so I had to tell him about the time I went on a date with one of his Chelsea teammates and he nearly killed me and he didn't speak to me for two months and that was just a date let alone a relationship. Ruben understood after that and told me that when I'm ready he'll be there to tell Mason with me. 

We've been good at keeping this a secret for now but today is going to be a challenge as it's Manchester derby day. The match is at the Etihad but Mason still wanted me to come so I'm going to support him but secretly I'll be supporting Ruben too. Usually I'd wear Mason's shirt to matches but I can't bring myself to wear his shirt today as I'm not just supporting Mason and I don't necessarily want Man Utd to win so I'm going as a neutral that way I can't get in trouble with my boyfriend or my brother. 

The match started and I was feeling more nervous that I usually am I don't even know if the nerves were for Ruben or for Mason but either way I was shaking like a leaf. As it turns out I didn't really need to worry Man City won but Mason played well so it was best case scenario really sure Mason won't be thrilled but at least he had a good game. I stayed in the stands until the players were walking off and most people had left before heading out to go and find Mason.  Before I could find him I saw Ruben who smiled at me and grabbed my hand to lead me around a corner so we could have a moment together without everyone seeing. 

"Congrats on the win you were great out there" I said as he slid his arms around my waist 

"Got to make my girlfriend proud even when she's cheering for the wrong team" he smiled 

"Well you did a good job of that I think you deserve a reward" I said 

"I like the sound of that" he said 

Ruben leaned in and kissed me while I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes so that I could deepen the kiss. 

"What the fuck" I heard someone yell so Ruben and I pull apart to see Mason stood just a few feet away 

"Mason" I started to say 

"No don't say anything what the fuck are you doing we just lost and you run off and kiss someone on the other team how could you" Mason yelled 

"Wait I can explain" I said 

"Explain what the fact that your fucking someone from our biggest rivals there not much to explain" he said

"No it's not just that" I said 

"Just shut up I don't want to hear it" he said trying to walk away 

This isn't how I wanted Mason to find out but it is exactly the reaction I expected I knew he'd be mad and overreact. As much as his reaction was expected it still hurt and I couldn't stop the tears falling from my eyes at a rapid rate. Ruben grabbed my hand again and we ran after Mason together but I don't see him wanting to listen to me and I don't know what more I can say. 

"Mason please just listen to me" I said but he didn't listen 

"Dude stop walking away from her she's your sister and she's trying to talk to you" Ruben said harshly 

"And why should I listen to you" Mason snapped 

"Because we're not just fucking we're together and we have been for a little while now I love your sister I'm not taking advantage of her I really do love her" Ruben admitted 

"How long have you been together?" Mason asked 

"6 months" Ruben said 

"And you didn't tell me" Mason said clearly hurt 

"I'm sorry for not telling you but I was scared what you would think but Ruben is an amazing boyfriend and I love him so whether you are ok with it or not I'm not leaving him as he makes me happy" I said 

"If you're happy then I suppose I'll have to get used to it right now it hurts that you lied to me and hid this but I'll get used it it" he said 

I hugged him tightly thanking him for understanding and then I let him go and hugged Ruben instead glad that this whole thing is over and now we can celebrate together knowing we don't have to hide this anymore. 

[leveloneandup]

The 36-year-old Press, a two-time World Cup champion who just signed a one-year contract to stay with the club, began her pro career in Boca Raton, Florida. She played for magicJack, a club that lasted one season in the now defunct Women’s Professional Soccer league: “A lot of toxic and unprofessional things went down there; it was a ‘wow’ moment for me.”

From there she moved to Sweden, and she had a wonderful experience playing in the country’s top division, where her team shared a “dark, dingy” locker room with a boys’ team.

And then she was in Chicago, playing for the nascent NWSL’s Red Stars, on a Benedictine University’s football field in the suburbs. “You might have a coach today, your coach might not show up tomorrow, you’re playing on a college football turf for your games,” Press said. “You don’t have staff, you don’t have a GM, you don’t have a collective bargaining agreement, you don’t have an HR department. …

“All of the things that we didn’t have became a daily grind for me to try to convince often-male leadership that we needed,” said Press, who was among the U.S. Women’s National Team members who won equal pay. “To be told that I was demanding and be told that I was the squeaky wheel. It’s not easy to be a woman advocate. …

“[But] it is our duty, our responsibility and it’s something that brings us great joy, to make the game better for the future. And it has been a great burden, one that all of the work that we’ve done is so that the next generation doesn’t have to do the same.”

The beat goes on: “It’s like, yes, you care about the crest,” Press said. “Yes, you care about the city and the team and a sport. But there’s a larger thing that everyone’s fighting for, and I really feel that there’s a synergy between soccer and basketball particularly in the last few years in this country. In the W, they’re getting the respect and the coverage that is getting closer to what they deserve, and that’s really, really powerful and important thing for women’s soccer, too.”

Angel City raises the bar with upgraded training facility

THOUSAND OAKS — This is awesome! It’s about time.

This is so great! But what’s next?

That’s where we’re at with this women’s sports boom.

There’s a steady drumbeat of groundbreaking achievements: Just in the past few days, soccer star Naomi Girma agreed to move to English side Chelsea for a world-record women’s transfer fee of $1.1 million. In the WNBA, Caitlin Clark’s Indiana Fever announced plans to improve on their previous team-dedicated digs with a new $78 million training facility.

And Tuesday in Thousand Oaks, the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new Angel City Performance Center, the largest dedicated training facility in the National Women’s Soccer League.

And as the beat goes on, it’s just hammering home many things at once: Yay, progress! But, wow, have women athletes had it tough. And, dang, there’s still so much more work to do. But, yes, let’s goooo – and let’s keep it going.

It’s a lot to digest, so it’s small wonder that veteran standouts Ali Riley and Christen Press got emotional Tuesday talking about their new workplace. Or that their teammates did too this week the first time they toured their new performance center, a reimagined facility on the upper crest of California Lutheran’s campus, space the Rams occupied for eight years before their move to Woodland Hills last summer.

Matt Wade, Angel City’s assistant general manager, recounted how the big reveal elicited screams and tears when players saw their spacious new locker room, where lockers are twice the size as those they used before in temporary trailers down the hillside.

And then there’s the film room, with a projector screen and stadium seating – no more tall people in the back so everyone can see the TV.

And the massive weight room! What was fit for one professional football team is fit for another.

Sean McVay’s old office? Kids space now, where children can safely play while their moms are at work nearby.

Also: a 5,400-square-foot gym, a medical treatment and hydrotherapy area. And, where the Rams used to practice, a full soccer pitch and adjoining half field.

It’s a clever remodel, functional and stylish; from floor to ceiling it’s in keeping with the club’s distinctive asphalt-and-sol rosa color scheme. A spokesman for the team didn’t want to reveal a price tag, but the L.A. Times’ report that it was in the multimillions seems right.

And it all means so, so much to players like Riley and Press, native Angelenos who have experienced about everything in their soccer lives.

The 36-year-old Press, a two-time World Cup champion who just signed a one-year contract to stay with the club, began her pro career in Boca Raton, Florida. She played for magicJack, a club that lasted one season in the now defunct Women’s Professional Soccer league: “A lot of toxic and unprofessional things went down there; it was a ‘wow’ moment for me.”

From there she moved to Sweden, and she had a wonderful experience playing in the country’s top division, where her team shared a “dark, dingy” locker room with a boys’ team.

And then she was in Chicago, playing for the nascent NWSL’s Red Stars, on a Benedictine University’s football field in the suburbs. “You might have a coach today, your coach might not show up tomorrow, you’re playing on a college football turf for your games,” Press said. “You don’t have staff, you don’t have a GM, you don’t have a collective bargaining agreement, you don’t have an HR department. …

“All of the things that we didn’t have became a daily grind for me to try to convince often-male leadership that we needed,” said Press, who was among the U.S. Women’s National Team members who won equal pay. “To be told that I was demanding and be told that I was the squeaky wheel. It’s not easy to be a woman advocate. …

“[But] it is our duty, our responsibility and it’s something that brings us great joy, to make the game better for the future. And it has been a great burden, one that all of the work that we’ve done is so that the next generation doesn’t have to do the same.”

The facility upgrade should help a club recruit and retain talent – and a permanent head coach, said new sporting director Mark Parsons, who insisted he won’t rush his search for the right replacement for Becki Tweed, who was ousted after Angel City went a disappointing 7-13-6 last season.

“It’s going to be very hard,” he said, “for people to not want to be in this environment.”

What’s an advantage should be the standard, said Willow Bay, who last July became a controlling owner of the club with her husband, Disney CEO Bob Iger.

“It sets the bar,” said Bay, the dean of the USC Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism. “But it really should be the norm.”

Around the NWSL and the WNBA (ahem, @LASparks).

The beat goes on: “It’s like, yes, you care about the crest,” Press said. “Yes, you care about the city and the team and a sport. But there’s a larger thing that everyone’s fighting for, and I really feel that there’s a synergy between soccer and basketball particularly in the last few years in this country. In the W, they’re getting the respect and the coverage that is getting closer to what they deserve, and that’s really, really powerful and important thing for women’s soccer, too.”

[avonne-writes]

A quick birthday drabble for @swifty-fox 🩷🎂 Happy birthday, dear!

Here's Chick Harding's POV, picking up from the end of my latest HS AU chapter. It’s Gale's 18th birthday 😊

When Georgia said she was going to go get the birthday cake they ordered for Gale, Neil thought she'd be back in half an hour. But it's been two hours and there's still no sign of her. As he predicted, the boys didn’t really need any distraction at first, but when he hears the sound of them coming down from upstairs, he knows that time's up. He’s gonna have to cover for Georgia or spoil the surprise. From his seat in the old armchair, he increases the volume of the soccer game he’s watching and pretends to be engrossed in it. He hopes that it catches their attention instead of the empty driveway.

As they approach, he hears them rib each other about one of those video games they play online with their friends, then Bucky throws himself down on one end of the sofa, Gale on the other. Bucky stretches his lanky limbs wide and yawns.

"Chelsea-Arsenal?" He says before he has even closed his mouth. "Ugh, that was one shitty game. Look at that corner. Did he wanna shoot a pigeon or something?"

Neil chuckles. He loves that Bucky has no filter whatsoever when he's comfortable, and it fills him with warmth that they are close enough now to share mundane moments like this. It feels like belonging. He feels blessed that he took his chance and asked Georgia out that hazy summer day one and a half years ago. Every day with her and her family has been a gift so far. Even the hard ones.

At the thought, he glances over at Gale, who's staring out the window instead of watching the game. His legs are curled up under him. On the opposite end, Bucky swings his own up on the cushions to sprawl sideways on the couch. He’s too long to fit, but instead of settling down with his knees pulled up, he starts kneading at Gale’s thigh with his feet. Gale ignores him. How, Neil can’t fathom, but the boy looks like he’s so used to that kind of behaviour that it doesn't even register to him.

"Where's Georgia?" He asks Neil after a moment.

There’s an edge to his voice that Neil can’t place, something anxious. Always so hard to read. Neil wishes he could just comfort him with a hug, a friendly clap on the back or a terrible soccer game rerun, but Gale continues to be unreceptive to him. It makes sense, he thinks, stomping down on the anger rising in his chest as he thinks of Gale's father. Gale doesn’t know, but he and Neil had an altercation after they moved Gale out. But Neil can be intimidating if he wants to be. He doubts that the alcoholic bastard is going to cause them trouble again.

"Getting some groceries." Neil lies smoothly.

Bucky groans. "What groceries? Fridge is chock full already, there's nowhere to put it."

"Damned if I know, boy." Neil spreads his hands, faking indifference. It works seamlessly on Bucky, but a hint of sadness appears on Gale’s blank face.

"I would've gone with her if I'd known."

No wonder that Georgia asked Neil to cover for her. She must have known that Gale would want to spend time with her today and to help out wherever he can.

Neil opens his mouth to say something but Bucky beats him to it. "I can take you to Walmart if you want."

Amusement tugs Gale's lips into a smile. "Walmart?"

"Anywhere you want." Bucky straightens his legs to plop them on Gale’s lap. He scratches his chest. "See? Chivalry isn’t dead."

Gale's smile widens, digging into the apples of his cheeks. He shoves Bucky's legs off.

To Neil's relief, the sound of tires rolling on the driveway and a purring engine interrupt the conversation. Finally! She's back, and Neil hasn't fucked up and ruined the surprise yet. He pushes himself up from his seat and stretches, cracking his spine. Bucky yawns again, then gets up to walk off towards the front door with resignation, expecting bag upon bag of food that he’ll have to haul in from the car. Neil is about to follow him when he hears Gale's tentative voice.

"Neil?"

"Yeah, buddy?"

He can count the number of times Gale addressed him directly on one hand. He turns to look at him curiously. Gale is taller than him, but he looks small as he smooths a hand over his long hair in discomfort.

"I was wondering..." Gale clears his throat, then stands up straight and looks Neil in the eye. "...if you knew any part-time jobs you could recommend. Maybe at a garage? Or something. I can learn anything."

Neil hums, impressed. "I'm sure we can find something." An idea occurs to him. "You’re good with spreadsheets, aren't you?"

When Gale nods, he grins. "I think I have just the thing for you."

That draws a smile to Gale's lips too.

The front door opens, and first Bucky, then Georgia walks in, twin grins on their faces, eyes squinting in their joy. Her auburn hair looks windswept, tumbling over her knitted green scarf, and her cheeks are flushed from the cold. Neil wants to sweep her into his arms and kiss her skin warm again, wants to hear her laugh against his chest.

But he’s not the one getting hugs and kisses today. It's not his day, and he doesn’t mind it one bit, because he gets to see Gale's expression shift from curiosity to surprise, then joy as he spots the box Georgia carries carefully to the kitchen. She sets it down on the table and opens the carton to reveal Gale's cake. It’s covered in fondant decorations shaped like his favourite things, and cursive letters wish him a happy birthday in the middle of it.

"Oh." He says when he sees it, then looks up at her.

Neil can’t see his expression but he sees hers crumple for a moment as she pulls him into a hug and kisses the side of his face. She closes her eyes as she holds him close.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Gale mumbles a thank you into her shoulder.

After a moment, Bucky steps closer too and wraps his long arms around them both. That makes them all laugh. For a second, Neil feels out of place, but they pull back from the embrace, and the next thing Georgia does is drawing Neil into one too. She smells like the sweetest flowers and fresh winter air, like Christmas and home. To Neil, she's all that and more.

She gives him a sheepish smile when she steps back. "How did you know I was going to get groceries too?"

[judelvr]

mine

summary: where you boyfriend scored for the first time

word count: 457

pairing: bf!levi x fem!reader

it was no secret that you and levi were dating, but you wanted some privacy, so being at stamford bridge to see him play was not something common, but how could you say no when he begged you to, since it was a game against his old club, brighton. something about being able to be in the stands and wearing his shirt made you feel giddy, and you had a good feeling about this match. maybe he will score for you.

what really happened was no different, and you were so glad you came because seeing your boyfriend scoring the second goal of the match was something so great you couldn't help but tear up a bit when he looked at you in the stands and gave you a little smile.

you were in heaven and he was your angel.

the game finished 3-2, with a beautiful performance from chelsea. you ran to the tunnel as soon as the referee announced the end, you were so excited to see levi.

"how can you look even prettier with my shirt on?", that was the first thing he said, as he looked up to where you were waiting for him, his attitude showing up a little. his compliments always made you blush, but somehow today felt even more special.

"i could say the same to you pretty boy", your hand now touching his cheek as you caressed it while looking at him so lovesick.

“so what did you think of the match.”, he said, encouraging you to speak about the goal.

"oh i loved it! some dude scored, i don't remember his name, but he played so good", you spoke up while trying to avoid his question as much as you could.

"is that so? tell me more about it"

"well now that i think about it, i think his name is levi, it makes sense, since it's a pretty name for a pretty boy" , he giggled at your statement, and you couldn't help but blush because of how adorable he sounded.

"maybe you should go ahead and congratulate him. i bet he would love to hear it", now was your turn to giggle as the conversation became more playful.

"oh yeah? well i could not be more proud of you levi, congratulations on your first goal", you said, as you got lost in his features, admiring the beauty of the boy in front of you.

"thank you baby. i appreciate you being here today", he said as he tugged in face in your neck seeking your warmth.

"i could not see myself in a better place, next to you is where i belong.", you said while locking eyes with your lover.

"you are the best thing that's ever been mine".

[julianalvarez9]

joao’s the type to just walk around grinning while thinking about you, and then the second someone asks about you, they get a verbal essay

shut upppp that's exactly him 🥹

"who got you smiling so much?" mason asks once he gets to lay his eyes on the portuguese. suddenly, joão's aware of the huge grin portrayed on his face, and he knows who's responsible for it: he knows it's for you, the ghost of your lips still lingering on his cheek while wishing him to have a good day after the delicious breakfast in bed you had surprised him with, but he doesn't want to be the guy that's always talking about his partner. it comes natural to him, though, and the words cascade out of his mouth without giving him the chance to stop them. "my girlfriend woke me up with breakfast today, i guess that's it".

"some of us are lucky, i see," he laughs, and suddenly joão turns bright red, contrasting against the deep chelsea blue that's hugging his body. "has she came to the bridge yet? i don't think i've got to meet her". your boyfriend starts grinning again at the mere thought of you coming to see him play. he's asked you ever since he came to the club on loan, and after settling in england, you were finally ready to go and watch him do what he loves. "she's actually coming on sunday. i've asked her to come before but with the moving and everything, it was difficult," he explains. "i'll take her to meet you all after the game".

"well, we better win then," mason laughs, while patting joão on the back, showing his support. "i'm happy for you, lover boy".

[thatsdemko]

hate me - m.mount

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: mason mount x pulisic!fem!reader

warning: nsfw + not intended for minors + swear words + mentions of alcohol + me calling football soccer (see above pairings) + mason being a dick + me not knowing anything about video games

a/n: I kinda want to do a part two to this so please let me know if you’d be interested! feedback is always appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you’ve never been close to your brothers teammates, sure they followed you on social media platforms and you kept up with their lives, but it wasn’t like you formed a bond with any of them because you weren’t across the world hanging out with them.

one of them had caught your eye, mason mount. the soccer player every girl on social media seemed to have a crush on during the World Cup, and you couldn’t blame them. he was by far your brothers most attractive teammate, but despite his good looks he was actually an asshole to you.

to put things into perspective, that evening you were far beyond wasted and you may have tumbled into him, but that didn’t give him a right to yell at you for your behavior. you vaguely could recall that night the next morning, but seeing he was in your brothers apartment you began to remember it all too well.

he’s not a dick to the media. in fact, he puts on the best show always being kind to fans, opposing team members, etc. but when it came to you? he just didn’t have it in him to play nice.

“my sister comes in today,” christian announced to the team when he entered the locker room, his eyes fall to the particular Brit, who you had ranted to your brother about, “don’t be an asshole.” he says it to the team, but again his eyes fall to Mason.

“why would we? y/n is so nice! how long is she here for?” Ben begins to ask questions while Mason scowls in his seat. to be fair, he didn’t hate you but you had no care in the world and always acted above everyone else. it bothered him how Christian was so grounded and kind, and you couldn’t have been more of the opposite.

“you hear what I said?” Christian comes over to Mason now, he’s got that worried overprotective brother look on his face that he’s seen before. it wasn’t a pleasant sight to be on the receiving end of, “yeah copy that, I’ll be nice.”

—

it’s not been a day since your arrival and Mason was already in your presence. it’s not his fault, he’s your brothers good friend and teammate, plus they play video games together with Ben so you expected to see him over. you just didn’t assume it would be so soon.

“y/n! oh it’s so nice to see you again.” Ben wraps you in a hug the minute you enter the living space your brother and his teammates are in. you’re happy at least one of them likes you, the other is sitting there phone in hand pretending you aren’t there.

“same to you, chilly.” you pull away taking a spot in one of the chairs deciding to watch the boys play their game. when Mason finally looks over you send him a wave in which he doesn’t return, but his eyebrows lift upward as a way of acknowledging your presence.

“did you want to play?” christian points to the fourth remote he pulled out just in case, he knew your answer but he couldn’t help but be nice and offer.

“no, I’ll just watch. I know how mason is about his games.” you pull your knees into your chest watching the Chelsea player roll his eyes at your comment.

“for the record, I don’t care if you play it’s just the objective wasn’t to kill your teammate.” he recalls the game you played the last time you were in London. it had randomly selected you and Mason to be teammates, your first time playing you accidentally shot Mason and that sent him over the edge. you tried to apologize, but he wanted to hear nothing of it and asked Christian to switch controllers with him.

“and for the record, I didn’t know it was you that I had shot.” you snap back. you could feel Christian’s eyes narrow at you, he gave you the same speech he gave his teammates. he wanted you all to get along, and even if that meant casual smiles and light conversations, he didn’t want this.

“hey, it was her first time relax, mate.” Ben stands up for you handing his controller into your lap, “you should play, I’ll coach you.” he moves to sit on the floor beside your chair and you take the controller in your hands.

Christian gives you one final look to confirm, you just nod, “okay so you’re going to kill the guys in grey, Christian and Mason are on your team and they will have a name above their head so you know it’s them. don’t shoot them.”

Mason scoffs beside Christian earning your brothers elbow to jab in the rib cage, “be nice, mase.” your brother hisses.

Mason glances over, he sees Ben is hovering over you now pointing to the keys you need to press. he doesn’t know why, but he feels some sort of rage—jealousy to be particular. he hates how happy he’s making you.

if things were different and Mason wasn’t already programmed to hate you, he would’ve loved to have been the one showing you how to play. maybe you bring in his lap and his arms around you, guiding your thumbs to press certain buttons. but ever since that night, he can’t shake his true feelings.

—

“thanks for letting me play, chilly. you’re a great teacher.” you give him one final hug at the door before he’s out. he promised his girlfriend he’d be home for dinner, so he couldn’t stay too long.

“please you’re my best student.” he winks just before you close the door and lock it behind him. when you turn around you can see masons body is in the kitchen. it’s just you two since Christian went to pick up food twenty minutes ago, and he promised he’d be back soon.

“looks like it’s just us.” you say quietly entering the kitchen to grab yourself a beer, you held one up for him which he declines. you notice he’s awfully quiet and you can’t help but wonder if it’s because you decided to join them.

“sorry about today, I didn’t mean to intrude.” you move around the kitchen island and take a seat, and he takes the one two seats away from yours.

“no need to apologize.” he responds, it’s short and there’s edge to it. you can feel that’s not true but you’re not going to test him, you drop it and begin to play with the cap of the beer bottle.

“you did play well today.” he finally says, eyes glancing over at you for a second before you look over. he’s not sure why but he feels if he looks at you it’ll change how he feels. he wants to keep it that way, he feels like hating you might be better than allowing himself to like you.

“and I didn’t kill you.” you crack a smile hoping he returns it, but it’s obvious he doesn’t care for it. you hate how little he pays attention or care, it makes him seem so arrogant.

“we’ve got two months left, let’s see how that goes.” he scoffs, and watches you get up from your seat and move around the island. he knows he did something wrong, because you always storm off when he makes you upset. lucky for him, Christian isn’t there to make amends or force him to apologize.

“why do you always have to be such a dick? I’m trying to be nice and then you always have to come back with a snarky comment.” you want to splash his face with the alcohol. it wouldn’t make you feel better, but it might make him act different.

“at least I can handle people hating me and don’t need to call on big brother to rescue me.” he snaps and that stung. you’ve never asked Christian to step in and “rescue” you from anything. you could handle your own.

“I don’t know what Christian has told you but I’m a big girl.” you cross your arms over your chest and see a smile spread into smirk as he moves across the island stopping in front of you.

“you are now? you don’t act like it.” he leans closer to you, his lips looking irresistible but god you hated everything that came from them.

you’re fidgeting unsure how to respond, his finger tips grab a hold of your chin, thumb swiping across your bottom lip, “you’re such a child, y/n.” he teases watching your eyes grow glossy and big, he can tell you’re scared as you swallow the lump in your throat.

“no I’m not.” you whisper feeling your body gravitate to closing the gap, “I told you I’m a big girl.”

he bends down lips pressing against yours. he’s firm as he begins to kiss you, tongue swiftly moving into your mouth you feel his hands grab your ass pulling you against him. you can feel how hard he is in his pants, it makes you feel dizzy.

his hands are picking you up by the waist and carrying you into the guest bedroom, his foot swiftly shuts the door behind him before he throws you onto the soft mattress, “then someone like you should be able take it, can she?”

you nod, his fingers are pulling at the material of your pants, you feel warmth spread between your legs watching his own pants fly off revealing just how big he is, you swallow hard at the sight.

“you can handle it.” he presses his body against yours, hand over your mouth to muffle your moan. christian could be back any minute and the last thing you want is to get caught.

he’s entering you, and you’re trying to gasp for air, but his hand blocks it. you feel dizzy but everything he’s giving you so far feels so good. his finger tips are dug into your skin while your nails rake his back as he’s pushing further into you. it feels good, but it’s a surprise how far he is.

his strokes aren’t sporadic, rather even and deep, you can tell his tip nudged your clit when a sensation of pleasure and a moan that not even his hand could cover escaped your mouth.

“quiet.” he hisses and you nod. you feel your body reaching climax, but you’re smart enough to know he’ll make you beg and wait until you can come. if he hates you as much as his words he will take every opportunity to make you wait.

“Mason, please.” you beg, your hand has a hold of his wrist trying to remind him to let go you need to breathe, and he knows that. his hand slips down to your throat gently, thumb pressed against your vocal cord.

“what do you want? ask for it.” he nudges your clit one more time hearing you moan his name. he loves hearing it from you, it turns him on even more than he could imagine.

“let me come?” you’re on the verge of letting your body just do it, but when your eyes meet his you swallow back the feeling trying to keep it in longer. he’s just too good for you, you want to show him.

“only because you asked.” your body relaxes feeling the warmth exit against your thighs and he’s there to clean you up.

“when we get back out there, you go back to being that bratty little girl. if you’re good, you’ll get more.” he presses a rewarding kiss against your temple before he puts his clothes back on.

you just lay there against your mattress, before he slips out, and reality settles back in, you make sure to remind him how you feel, “god, I hate you.”

[let-me-luve-you]

Qualified

Part 2 of the Road to the World Cup Series

Christian Pulisic x Reader

Summary: Christian and his high school sweetheart celebrate their son as well as qualifying for the World Cup.

Warning: Hints at sex (at the end)

Word Count: 3.3K

MASTERLIST

CHRISTIAN PULISIC MASTERLIST

BUY ME A COFFEE

“Momma! Momma! Wake up!” Y/N felt someone trying to shake her. “Daddy! Get up!” She felt bouncing and opened her eyes to find a very happy four year old bouncing between his two parents. “Momma!”

Y/N and Christian welcomed a healthy baby boy on March 30, 2018.Cayden Mate Pulisic is a clone of his father. There is nothing of Y/N in him. Christian likes to tell her that Cayden got her personality and heart, but so far, he is all Christian. 

Today, Y/N laid in a hotel room with Christian and Cayden in San Jose, Costa Rica on her baby’s fourth birthday. She couldn’t believe he was already turning four and by the look on his face, he was super excited to be four. 

“Happy birthday Cay! Come give Momma a hug.” Y/N said, pulling the young boy towards her. As he hugged her, she quietly got out of bed. She checked to make sure Christian was still asleep. “Let’s get ready while Daddy sleeps a little bit more. He’s got a big game tonight and needs his rest.”

“Is he not going to play with me today because he needs rest?” Cayden asked with his innocent eyes big and sad. 

“He is going to play with you. Remember we are going to lunch with grandma and grandpa. Daddy is going with us. Then you get to go with Daddy and the boys.” Y/N reminded the young boy of their day plans. 

“Oh yeah! I get to see the boys! I’m so excited!” He smiled at his mom. Quickly gathering what they needed to get ready for the day, Y/N took Cayden into the bathroom and set him on the counter. 

“Brush your teeth for me real quick please. I’m going to get dressed and then I’ll help you.” Cayden nodded and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. Y/N dressed quickly in  a USMNT tee and some ripped jeans. She watched Cayden finish brushing his teeth before helping him off the counter to get dressed. 

“I want to look like Daddy today Momma.” He said as he looked out the outfit she had picked out. “I want my jersey.”

“I know baby, but you’ll get it dirty before the game. We can put it on you before you ride with Daddy on the bus.” He looked annoyed but nodded. Y/N had picked out a dark wash pair of jeans with a US soccer shirt. “This work until after lunch?” 

“Yeah. Can I go see if Daddy is awake now?” Cayden asked. His mom nodded before opening the door for him. She peaked around the corner to see Cayden climb up on the bed and poke his dad’s nose. Christian scrunched his face up before wrapping an arm around Cayden.

“Ten more minutes bud. Cuddle with me for ten minutes and then we can get up and play.” Christian said as he kissed Cayden’s forehead. Cayden let out a happy sigh as he cuddled closer to Christian. Next thing Y/N knows, both of her boys are snoring softly. 

Y/N checked the clock and saw that it was only 6:45 am. She never understood how Cayden was such a morning person when neither his dad nor mom were. Y/N decided to go finish getting ready for the day. She knew that if the US wins tonight, she will be up late with an early flight tomorrow morning, so she might as well start working on packing bags after she finished her hair and make up. 

Walking back into the room, Y/N saw the abundance of toys on the floor. She picked a couple of small ones to keep out that could easily fit into Cayden’s backpack and then packed the rest in his little suitcase. They had been to a lot of places in the past few weeks. They started in London before going to France back to London before traveling to Middlesbrough and back to London with Chelsea FC. Then traveled to Houston, Texas for training before traveling to Mexico for a World Cup Qualifying match. From there, they went to Orlando before ending in Costa Rica. Normally, Cayden wouldn’t have made all of the trips, but Christian really wanted him to be there for the last leg of qualifying so they would be together on his birthday. As for the Europe trip, they’re babysitter was out sick so they had no choice but to load him up.

Shockingly enough, Cayden didn't complain. He has had small moments of crankiness, but he has enjoyed being around his dad so much as well as his dad’s teammates. No one adored Christian more than Cayden. Whatever Christian did, Cayden did. It was Y/N’s absolute favorite thing to witness.

As she continued to clean up around the room, she had moved onto packing hers and Christian’s stuff. Christian woke up and saw his son tucked into his chest. Not bothered to be sleeping in jeans. Looking for his beautiful wife, he saw her folding clothes and putting them into his suitcase. He noticed she left out his outfit to wear to the stadium, a tee and shorts for his carry on, and an outfit to wear after the game. It was the small things like that, that made him fall even deeper in love with her. 

“Babe,” He whispered to get her attention. Y/N turned around and smiled at the man holding their son. “Come lay down with us.”

Nodding her head and putting the clothes down, she crawled on the bed and snuggled as close to Christian as she could without squishing Cayden. Christian gave her a small kiss on the forehead as they cuddled close and just enjoyed the quiet. 

It was now 8:15 am and it was almost time to wake Cayden up to go eat breakfast with the team. Before you could wake him up, he woke up on his own. 

“Morning birthday boy!” Christian whispered, knowing Cayden did not like a lot of noise when he first woke up. Cayden looked up at him before smiling and digging his face into Christian’s chest. “Stretch it out bub.”

“Morning daddy.” Cayden whispered back before turning to Y/N. “Morning Momma.” He leaned up and gave you a kiss on the cheek before turning and doing the same to Christian. Christian grabbed him and started tickling him. Cayden’s laughter filled the room.

“How about you let Daddy get up and then we will go downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone? Sound good?” Y/N asked Cayden. Cayden nodded before giving Christian another kiss before moving towards you. She grabbed his socks and shoes from beside the bed and helped him get them on before she did the same for herself. Christian was quick in the bathroom and was already dressed in his game day attire. 

“Let's go see everyone, birthday boy!” Christian said as he grabbed Cayden and carried him out of the room. When they entered the ballroom that the team had rented out, everyone yelled ‘happy birthday Cayden,’ at the young boy smiling brightly in his father’s arms. He wiggled to be let down and then ran around the room to greet everyone. 

Kelley and Mark joined the young family after breakfast. Y/N felt bad they couldn’t do a lot of things she knew Cayden would rather be doing, but they had plans for Christian’s days off when they returned back to London. Christian did play with Cayden all morning before lunch. Tyler and Weston did as well. Other teammates played for a bit before going to do other things. 

After lunch, Kelley and Mark joined Y/N, Christian, and Cayden in their room for cupcakes. Christian wanted to lay down for a bit before he had to leave so he said he would eat his cupcake later tonight before laying on the bed. Cayden ate his cupcake before going and laying his head on his dad’s stomach facing Christian. Y/N sat on a small chair next to the couch, quietly talking to her in-laws. Christian joined into the conversation every once in a while, but his main focus was running his hand through Cayden’s hair, watching him fight sleep. Soon enough, both boys were out cold. 

Kelley and Mark were Y/N’s ride to the stadium, so they stayed and talked while also watching tv. Mark also fell asleep so Y/N and Kelley talked about random things that came up. 

Y/N woke Christian after he was asleep for a little over an hour. He slowly got out of bed, leaving Cayden to his midafternoon nap. He knew the little boy needed as much sleep as he could get. He felt horrible for dragging him all over the world but he is so grateful to have him with him to make these memories more memorable. 

As it got closer for Christian to leave, he woke the little one up and gave him his wake up cuddles. He was never annoyed that his son did this. If anything, he took advantage of being able to wake him up when he could because he knew Cayden wouldn’t do this forever. 

“Let’s get your jersey on you bub.” Christian whispered as he rubbed the boys back. Cayden nodded his head and lifted his arms when his dad set him back on the bed. Mark and Kelley watched with love written on their faces. They loved watching Christian be a dad. “There we go! You look just like me. No one will be able to tell the difference when I put my jersey on.”

Cayden smiled with pride as the rest of you gave a little laugh. Cayden hopped off the bed before running to Kelley.

“Granma, did you hear that?” She smiled big at her grandson and nodded.

“I did. Your daddy is going to have to put on a different jersey so I can tell the two of you a part.” Mark laughed as Cayden looked offended that she would suggest such a thing.

Christian watched on as Cayden bounced from his parents to his wife and back again. He put on his shoes and packed the last few things in his backpack as well as Cayden’s. 

“Alright Cay, you ready to get on the bus?” Christian asked. Cayden nodded before he sprinted to his father. Christian held his hand and led him towards Y/N.

“You be good for Daddy. I will come get you in a little bit so you can sit with me during the game. Okay?” Cayden nodded. You stood up and turned to Christian, “Good luck tonight. Go do your thing. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Christian said before giving you a quick kiss. He pulled Cayden out the door carrying both backpacks on either shoulder. Y/N laughed because normally Cayden is all for wearing his own backpack. 

After an hour of sitting in the lobby talking with other US family members, the Pulisics decided to head to the game. Kelley and Mark headed to the concession stand to get Cayden a water and some food before they sat down as Y/N went down to get him as he sat on the bench watching the guys warm up. 

When Sarah saw Y/N walk up, she grabbed Cayden’s hand and led him to her. Sarah was always a blessing when Christian was traveling with the national team. She runs the social media for them and has always looked after Cayden when he tags along. No one asked her, she just did. She claimed that it wasn’t an issue. Gave her something to do when she wasn’t posting. 

“Thanks Sarah. Do you need anything?” Y/N asked as she pulled Cayden over the railing with his badge hanging around his neck. 

“I’m good. Thank you though.” She smiled at her. “Oh! You have to see this.” Sarah pulled out her phone and it was a picture of Christian walking hand in hand with Cayden during the walk through. Then she swiped and showed her a picture of their arrival. Lastly, showed her a picture of Cayden sitting in his father’s lap on the bench as Tyler, Brenden, and Weston sat around them. “I was going to send these to you forever ago but got busy and forgot until I saw you. I’ll send them now.”

“These are amazing! Did you take them?” Y/N asked.

“I did.” She smiled at her as she looked back down at her phone to text the young mom.

“I love them! Thank you! Is it okay if I post them later? Might not be today, but within the next few days?” Y/N always made sure to ask because she never wanted to get any of the content team in trouble. 

“Yeah! Go ahead whenever!” Sarah looked over where Brent was calling to her, “I’ve gotta go, but enjoy the game!”

“Thanks Sarah! Good luck!” Y/N turned to look at Cayden as he walked up and down the aisle. She pointed towards Kelley and Mark and told him they had a snack for him. Cayden took off running towards his grandparents a few sections over and a few rows up. Cayden stopped to talk to Walker’s wife before moving on towards his grandparents.

As the game started, Cayden had moved to her lap to watch. This wasn’t a have to win game like last time, they just couldn’t lose by six. Still, in the back of her mind, she still remembered that October night a little over four years ago.The first half was fine. It was nil-nil at half. Y/N could breathe a little. When the second half started, she started to tense as they got a goal and then shortly got a second. She was terrified that what should be a ridiculous way to not qualify, could actually happen. Cayden, unaware of the situation, was jumping between her legs while cheering. 

When Christian was subbed off in the 84th minute, Cayden slowly started to lose interest, despite knowing these players well. When the final whistle blew, everyone wearing USA celebrated. They had done it. They had qualified for the World Cup. All the families knew that it would be a little bit before the boys came out so they all just sat around waiting. Cayden didn’t understand why.

“I want Daddy!” He yelled. “I want to go see Daddy.”

“I know baby, but we have to wait for them to come out here to us. We can’t go to the locker room right now.” She said, running her hand over his head. Cayden started to cry. She knew he was tired. It was past his bedtime, but she dealt with it because she knew he would stop crying the second he saw Christian. You continued to rock him as he cried, trying to calm him down. 

Tyler was the first one out, he did a quick interview and then talked with his family before he laughed and ran back in to continue celebrating. More players came out for interviews and each one set the little boy off a little bit more. When Walker was done talking to his wife, he saw Cayden bawling his eyes out and told Y/N he would grab Christian. True to his word, Christian came out.

“Hey Cay. No need for tears. I’m here.” Christian said as he took his son and rocked him. Cayden hugged Christian’s neck tight as he tried to calm himself down. Christian rubbed his hand up and down his back as he whispered sweet words to him. “It’s okay. I’m here. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I love you Cayden Mate.”

“I love you too Daddy.” Cayden said as he pulled back to look at his dad. Christian puckered his lips to get a kiss and Cayden was quick to give him one. Christian then wiped Cayden’s tears off his face and gave him a tickle to make him laugh. Everyone around was watching with smiles on their faces.

“Now, I’m going to give you back to Momma and then I’ll be back in just a little bit to take pictures.” Christian said. 

“No, I go with you.” Cayden said about to start crying again. 

“Not right now, but when I come back, you can come with me, okay?” Christian compromised. He did not want his son going in there while they were still spraying each other with champagne and beer. Y/N smiled at Christian understanding and reached for Cayden. He wasn’t happy about it, but he went with her. 

Y/N sat back down with Kelley and Mark. They were going to take Cayden for the night and bring him to their room before the bus left for the airport. Y/N just hoped he fell asleep on the car ride back to the hotel. 

Christian was right. The whole team came out in full uniform to see their families properly. Christian quickly hugged his mom and dad before taking Cayden back in his arms. He gave Y/N a kiss and smiled down at her as she congratulated him on qualifying. 

“I’m going to take him and go change. Want me to take him with me to the hotel?” He asked his parents. They nodded. Mark told him he would collect the young boy in the lobby. “I’ll see you here in a bit.” 

Cayden was fighting sleep as Christian walked with him to the locker room. By the time they walked in, Cayden was out cold. It didn’t matter how loud the guys were, they were not going to wake him up. Christian laid him in his locker. His head on his jacket. Christian quickly changed and shoved his stuff into his bag. He scooped up his son and headed towards the bus. It wasn’t much longer before they were headed back to the hotel to celebrate some more before their early flight back home.

Christian held Cayden closer as his little breaths tickled his neck. If it wasn’t for his teammates wanting him and Y/N to celebrate with them, he would easily choose to curl up in bed with his two favorite people and go to sleep, but he knew he had a week off before he had to return back to Chelsea training. 

Mark watched his son walk into the lobby with two bags over his shoulder while also holding a sleeping Cayden. Mark took Cayden carefully before telling Christian to be safe and that he would see him in a little bit. 

Christian walked into the room to put his and Cayden’s bag down. He saw Y/N fixing her hair in the mirror and walked up and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“Hi baby.” He said sensually as he kissed her neck. 

“Don’t even. We can do that when we get back. We only have five more hours until we need to leave for the airport. Let’s go spend an hour or two with everyone before coming back here and letting me show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” She said as she turned in his arm and stood up on her toes putting her lips to his. 

“Then let’s hurry up and leave so we can get back here.” He laughed as he gave her a small kiss. When they reached the restaurant that stayed open just for them, he heard the guys cheering and he smiled bright at his wife. Tonight was going to be a good night.

[nemolfc]

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @a-little-bit-rascal ( 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 )

( he cuuute )

Once upon a time, Y/N L/N had quite the future ahead of her when it came to football, of course being a woman in a mostly male centric sport obviously meant working twice as hard to prove herself; and while for the first two and a half to almost three years she had dazzled the management as well as London with her skillset, as she was a natural midfielder, however three weeks short after her 19th birthday; she suffered a severe injury which shattered her hopes of truly shining in football, hence why she had opted for the next best thing - she had opened up her own school to provide more opportunities for young girls that dream of becoming footballers.

Her nephew, Isaac whom she had developed a deep bond with had taken after her - securing a spot at the Chelsea youth academy, and much like her, managed to dazzle the coaches and management with his skillset.

One day, she had texted her sister to inform her that she'll pick Isaac up from training to treat him with an ice cream as it was quite hot today and she missed spending time with the ten year old boy, when she arrived to the parking lot, she stepped out of her car - walking up to the railing separating the pitch from the street, most of the parents stood waiting on their children, however the children were currently playing with someone she couldn't make out properly until she got closer and her eyes widened in recognition, it was none other than Chelsea's left back, Ben Chilwell.

The sound of the whistle had indicated that the training was over, Isaac was chatting with his friends when his eyes landed on her and he yells, " Auntie Y/N "

His reaction had caught Ben's attention, whose gaze gravitated towards the boy that ran straight into the girl's embrace, he noted how the girl was about his age, he looks over at the coach who seemed to read his mind. " That's Y/N Y/LN, Isaac's aunt and a former player "

" Former player? " Ben repeats with a raised brow, curious as to how a girl who was close to his age could be classified as former.

" Poor lass had her whole career in front of her, and just after her 19th birthday she picked up a really nasty injury which cost her what could have been quite a career, she used to play for the women's team and every now and then she comes in to pay a visit to the youth academy to speak with the youngsters, she's even got her own school "

Ben nods, impressed by what she managed to accomplish; " She seems like a lovely person "

" She is - hang on let me introduce you to her, HEY Y/N "

Y/N looks up and smiles at the coach before grabbing Isaac's hand to walk towards them, " Hi coach " she beams before acknowledging Ben with a polite smile.

" This is Ben Chilwell, I'm sure you already know -- Ben, this is the very lovely Y/N L/N "

" Nice to meet you " Y/N shakes his hand.

" Likewise " Ben nods.

" Auntie Y/N used to be a top baller " Issac states proudly causing the adults to chuckle.

" So I heard " Ben nods, a sense of shyness takes over him for some reason. " Say Isaac, how do you feel about coming to Stamford Bridge to see Chelsea's next match? "

Isaac's eyes light up, " Really? "

" Yeah, I'll get you a pass to come and meet the players too! " Ben exclaims, looking up to Y/N to say. " You're welcome to join him with is parents "

Y/N forces a smile as she said, " My sister won't come, she's a nurse and Isaac's dad is mostly busy so it'll just be us "

" Great, do you mind if I send you the details? " Ben asks.

Y/N nods, taking his phone to type out her contact details. " Here " she looks at Isaac, " What do we say buddy? "

" Thank you " Isaac smiles, reaching over to embrace Ben.

" No problem mate " Ben smiles.

" I'd thank you properly but I have an ice cream date with this one, so thank you " Y/N nods once again as she ushers Isaac to her car.

A few weeks later, It was match day between Chelsea and Brentford, Y/N and Isaac were lead to their seats which were close to the pitch; allowing Isaac to excitedly point out the players to his aunt, explaining his vast knowledge on every player much to Y/N's delight as she already knew of the Chelsea men's team and had met a few of them whenever she was invited to certain events and while Ben was warming up, he looks up and catches their gaze, waving at Isaac and Y/N.

" Auntie Y/N " Isaac said, " I think he likes you "

Y/N had to stifle back a laugh, " Isaac, buddy I don't think that's how it works, he was waving at you "

The ten year old giggles, " He waved at you too, I think he really likes you "

Y/N shushes him, as they settle in and wait on the match to begin, and once the teams dispersed; the referee blows the whistle to signal the beginning of the match; Isaac was at the edge of his seat, cheering on Chelsea while Y/N watched with a neutral expression that concealed hope for the blues to be the ones picking up the win, and right at the 37th minute of the first half, Kai Havertz scores the lead with an assist from Mason Mount.

The goal sent several fans in attendance into a chorus of cheers, Isaac included who embraced Y/N as he chanted, " THEY DID IT! THEY GOT THE LEAD ", Y/N giggles, calming the young boy by placing her hand on his shoulder. " There's still time buddy, relax "

And, true to her word - right around the 43rd minute, Brentford had equalized the score much to the chagrin of Chelsea supporters, at half time Y/N and Isaac snatch a few snacks and return to their seats for the second half, for some odd reason - Y/N felt a sense of dread, almost akin to a premonition that something was about to happen, and indeed, at the 79th minute of the second half, due to a less than perfect pass from the person that had gotten them the tickets, Y/N wasn't alert enough to dodge the ball that was sent flying straight to her face, and the last thing she recalls was her nephew's distant cries for help, and then it all went to black.

" Auntie Y/N, Auntie Y/N "

She struggled until she slowly managed to open her eyes to adjust the bright lighting of what now was able to make out as a hospital room, " Isaac " she murmurs.

The ten year old boy looked up, then sprinted out of the room to call his mother, minutes later; she sees the concerned face of her sister appear. " Jesus sis, you scared us "

It was then that Y/N registered that odd and uncomfortable bandaging across her nose, " What happened? "

Before her sister can respond, Isaac speaks up. " Chilly had passed the ball far too high and it hit your nose "

Suddenly, the memories of that moment flash back and she groans softly, " Great, just great "

" Listen, you relax ok ... the doctors were able to bandage you up so the only thing you'll worry about is the swelling " Y/SN clarifies before giggling, " He was so worried though "

" Huh " Y/N mutters.

" Ben " Y/SN states, " Poor lad couldn't stop blaming himself when he came to check up on you "

" Yeah, well .. thanks to him I'm going to have a crocked nose " Y/N grumbles.

" Oh stop being dramatic, you'll be fine " Y/SN rolls her eyes, " Isaac, let's go. Auntie Y/N needs to rest "

Later that evening, while Y/N was resting; Ben had arrived with a bouquet of flowers, the sound of his footsteps caused Y/N to wake up. " Who is it? "

" It's me " Ben responds with a shaky voice. " I ... - erm - I came to apologize for the incident "

Y/N slowly sat up, " you don't have to " she responds shortly and with a tone that while it did not surprise Ben but he was visibly hurt. " I did not have to be more alert "

" But I also had a major fault in that, it never happened to me before so I really, am sorry about it " Ben states as he placed the flowers to the side.

" Like I said " Y/N responds curtly, " I'm fine, it happened and it's done for, thank you for the flowers but I need to rest so .. "

Ben nods, realizing that she's probably still upset about what happened. " Well, I'm going to head out, if you - um - need anything, you have my number " he states before walking out of the room.

It wasn't that she hated him, not even by the slightest; but Y/N did not think of, much less desire the company of anyone, specifically males hence why she decided that it was better to push him away than to let him in, she fully believed that it would work --- and boy was she wrong.

During her healing process, Isaac would pay her a visit and speak about his training sessions, and apparently Ben had taken a liking to him, paying the academy more visits to train with him as well as having arranged a visit for him to Cobham, to train with the senior team players.

" He asks about you a lot " Isaac once mentions during dinner, " He likes you Auntie Y/N "

Y/N eyes her nephew then her sister who said, " well ... you seem to have left quite an impression on Ben that he sent flowers everyday to you, but since you barely noticed I would take them "

" And coupled with the fact that - um - he suddenly likes to play with Isaac's team a lot, he had also phoned to inform us that he has booked us a box, a whole box for us to sit in and watch them play against Liverpool " Y/SN giggles, " all of that because apparently he really wants to say sorry "

Y/N sighs, " Unbelievable "

" Y/N " Y/SN groans, " Ben is not in any way, shape or form like that piece of garbage you were with, he seems quite sweet so I told him that all three of us will be there, cause hubs is busy ... and "

" And what? " Y/N grumbles.

" He sent us jerseys to wear " Y/SN beams, " So, suck it up because we're going "

Y/N did not have a choice, leading her to sit next to her sister and Isaac in the box that Ben had booked, being served drinks while watching the match in all its glory where Chelsea was able to triumph, capturing the three points much to Isaac's delight, after the match; they were lead to the back area where Ben stood, with his fellow teammates. Mason was the first to speak, " It's such a pleasure to meet you Y/N, by the way I saw some of your old videos when you played, impressive " he states, " your nephew is definitely taking after you "

Y/N forced a smile, " Thank you, he's a lot better than me " she chuckles.

" Well .. I say " Kai interjects, " this calls for a picture, so Isaac come here " he ushers the boy to stand in the middle between him, Mason and Ben as Y/SN takes the picture.

" One day I hope I can play here " Isaac said.

" You will for sure mate " Mason grins.

Ben looks at Y/N and said, " you look good " he states,

" Thank you, the scar is barely there so at least that's a good thing " Y/N responds with a cold tone.

" Erm " Ben swallows the lump in his throat, " can we talk? "

Y/SN noticed the clear tension, " Isaac, buddy ... let's go " she looks at her Y/N. " We'll wait for you in the car "

Y/N nods, turning to face Ben. " what? "

Ben inhales then exhales a deep breath. " I wanted to express my apologies again "

" It's fine Ben " Y/N interjects before Ben raises a hand.

" I want to apologize properly by asking you out on a date " Ben said, nervously looking away. " That is if you’d accept, I don’t mind if you say no but the truth is, I really like you, not because you’re talented or the fact that you’re doing so much to help women’s football make waves, I just … I really want to get to know you properly, the real you "

Y/N grows silent, for a brief moment chewing on her bottom lip which inadvertently draws Ben’s attention. " Ok, I’ll bite into this, you can text me the details "

A relieved expression appears across Ben’s features, " Ok " he smiles.

Ben had definitely pulled out all the stops to apologize and against her better judgment, Y/N had found herself enjoying her date with Ben as he went deep into his childhood and why he chose to be a footballer, she had done the same and as they moved to other topics, Ben asks her, " How come you’re single? "

Y/N swallowed the bite of chicken roughly, she takes a sip of her champagne glass and smiles. " Men are just … no offense, but they weren’t thrilled with the fact that I dedicated my life to the sport "

" Ah " Ben nods, " well, it’s their loss … because you’re a diamond, a well rounded girl that could just be any man’s dream "

Y/N hides her smile behind the champagne glass before saying, " Am I your dream girl? " she asks, giggling when his cheeks reddened.

" Well .. " Ben chuckles, " I was kind of swept off my feet when I first saw you "

" Aww … " Y/N smiles. " You’re cute "

" I believe that’s you sweetheart " Ben smiles.

After their date, Ben drives her home and insists on walking her up to her front door. " I had fun " Y/N states as they walk up to her front door.

" Me too " Ben nods.

They stand in front of her door, a wave of silence takes over them; as each one seems to be holding back. Ben was the first to speak, " I should head back " he gestures to his car and was about to walk when he was stopped halfway by her grabbing his hand to pull him back, and before he could say anything – he was silenced by her lips on his in a soft and tender kiss.

A few seconds later, Y/N pulls back and murmurs, " I don’t know if this will be a good decision but … " she swallows the lump in her throat. " Stay the night "

______________________

Clothes fly across the living room area, leaving a trail in their wake as their lips converse with pure passion coupled with their hands exploring each other’s bodies, once they got to the bedroom; Ben lays her on the bed, peppering kisses across every inch of her exposed skin relishing in the moans and whimpers escaping her soft lips.

He crawls back up, and captures her lips in a kiss; groaning when he felts her fingers tug on his hair. " You’re a rowdy one aren’t you " he smirks against her lips.

" Yes, because I’m horny right now " Y/N shamelessly admits as one of her reaches down to stroke his cock through his boxers, giggling when he buried his face in her neck and groaned. " Let’s skip the formalities " she grins.

Ben lifts his head up to look at her and smiles, " You sure about that? "

" Yes " Y/N murmurs, " We have the entire night to get to know one another "

Ben sits up, to remove his boxers; hissing when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, it didn’t help that her gaze had him almost cum from how intense it was. " Fuck, I’m definitely ready now " he growls diving back to kiss her, he hoists her legs to fold them and teased her pussy, causing her to moan against his lips.

" Fuck, don’t tease me " Y/N murmurs.

" Patience baby " Ben cooed, he slowly thrusts his cock and throws his head back. " Jesus baby you’re tight "

He takes about a moment to allow her to adjust to his size, slowly he begins to move in and out; caging her face with his palms and her lips were occupied by his own, alternating between kisses and words of praise whispered in between. " You’re so good to me, taking my cock so well "

" Ben " Y/N moans out his name.

" I know baby, I’m close too " Ben grunts, thrusting in a much quicker pace.

Y/N clings onto him, her eyes blurry form all the euphoria she was engulfed in, " Ben " she cried out.

" Cum baby, cum for me " Ben encouraged her, pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck.

Once they’ve rode out their highs, Ben heads to her bathroom to grab a clean wet towel, he comes back and cleans her up before cleaning himself up. Then he discards the towel and crawls under the covers with her, " Come here, come in my arms "

Y/N shuffles closer and lays her head on his chest. " Hey Ben … "

" Yeah " Ben murmurs.

" I like you too "

Ben laughs softly, " Well that’s relieving to know "

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 7: Who is a Man

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence

Summary: its almost time for the competition and the actors want to party, Jason goes to protect one of them and ends up in a bad situation

Who is man that is not angry?

— TIMON OF ATHENS, ACT 3 SCENE 5

Jason and YN spent the next few weeks mostly texting and talking on the phone, with Jason dropping by her place a couple time to run lines and just hang out. He spent evenings he wasn’t practicing in the Big Belly Burger in Crime Alley, listening for police chatter and checking the local social media for reports of muggers or gangsters, disappearing with excuses when he needed to handle something as Red Hood (Red Mask was very dead). Dick knew something was up, but Jason was being tightlipped and always had a good excuse for him to be out. Homework, dates with this Annabeth from the play, and Practice was taking up all his time, but Dick thought he was hiding something. He was right but Jason was trained in secrets by Batman, just like he was, if he didn’t want Dick to know he wouldn’t, at least until Dick started playing dirty. A couple weeks before the competition, after Jason had been particularly cagey about going out Dick finally just put a tracking device on both his shoes and also his phone, anything to figure out what he was actually doing.

Rehearsal that Saturday was rough, everyone was tired, some were sick with colds since it was late November, and everyone was a little peeved to be in school working on this play when it was Thanksgiving break. Jason was worn thin by the time midafternoon rolled around and the director was clearly frazzled so he took matters into his own hands. She liked him and he was going to use that to get them out of there.

“Does everyone hate me?” she asked when he approached after talking to the others. He shrugged and she nodded. “Ya, I figured. Tell them practice is over for today but next week its Saturday and Sunday.”

“Do we have any negotiating power on that?” he asked. She eyed him and he nodded, all 6’1 of him being a little scared of her evil eye. He turned back and told the others and they groaned. “Hey at least we can go,” he said, gathering his stuff. Jackson and Matt looked at him. “What?”

“You still hate us?” Jackson asked. Jason shrugged. It had been easier to get along by just dealing with them, the younger classes weren’t so bad, but these three sucked. “If not, we were going to meet and hit up Pegasus over in the Narrows. They don’t check IDs.” Jason chewed his cheek a bit as he thought. It would be an excuse to get out of the apartment, maybe he could go, just enough time so that anyone that might report him to Dick would see him there, and then he could duck out. The Narrows bordered Crime Alley so he could go do some patrolling, Saturdays were always crime heavy.

“Fine, sounds like fun and I could use a drink,” he said. Chelsea perked up.

“Maybe you could get me a drink,” she said, giggling a little. Jason nearly threw up in his mouth.

“No, I have a girlfriend,” he said, letting it slip out without really meaning too. YN wasn't his girlfriend, at least, neither of them had verbally committed to anything, but it felt natural to say that, to think of her face when he said ‘girlfriend’. Chelsea looked put out and the boys looked annoyed. “What? Am I not allowed to have one?”

“No, just, we know it's no one who goes here,” Matt said. Jason rolled his eyes, this high school shit getting annoying.

“She doesn’t go here, she lives in Gotham, and I don’t need to give you any more info than that, now, what time are we meeting there?” he said. They looked like they were reconsidering inviting him until the junior girl playing Gertrude, Sydney, came up, asking what they were up too.

“O we’re going out, you want to come?” Jackson asked, smiling at her, well, leering was more like it. She wilted a little, clearly not liking the look he was giving her. But Jason could see she wanted to go, hang out with the cool seniors.

“Are you going Jason?” she asked, taking a step closer to him. He knew then that they would let him come and he would go, if anything to make sure to protect Sydney from Jackson.

“Ya I’m going,” he answered, and they agreed on a meeting time and place. Dick was annoyed by the plans but when he saw the confirmation text from Matt that they were meeting and sneaking into a club he sighed.

“Well, guess going out and illegally drinking is a right of passage for teenagers,” he grumbled, trying very hard to be the cool big brother. Jason didn’t know about the trackers, so Dick wasn’t actually worried. “Just if you drink no driving, and is that girlfriend of yours going?” Jason had to reel himself in, once again reminding himself that he was supposed to be dating Sydney.

“Ya, and she doesn’t have a curfew,” he said. Dick rolled his eyes at the suggestion but didn’t say anything. He clearly did not want to have any kind of safe sex talk with Jason, so he just left it floating out there and Jason took the uncomfortable silence as he out, saying a quick bye, grabbing his bag and leaving. He texted YN, asking if she was working that night, thinking that if she was working late he would stop by, but she said no so he deflated a little. He didn’t want to drop by too late and disturb her mom. He would just go to the club, hang out until Sydney went home, without Jackson, and then go do some patrolling. It was a solid plan.

What a terrible plan. It was two hours into the night, almost 11, and Jason was at the bar, sipping water, watching the others drink and party like it was the end of the world. Honestly, going to those Wayne galas and getting drunk on wine when he was fourteen was a helpful learning experience in this moment, because there was no way he would want to be this trashed out in public. At least at the gala Alfred had been able to hurry him to his room and lock the door once he started acting like an idiot, this was just sad. Jackson was trying to serenade Sydney, who was clearly not having it, Chelsea and Matt had each found a guy to flirt with, and here he was, deflecting anyone who came over to him with a scowl. He was bored, but still didn’t want to leave any of them alone to do something really life-ruining, so he watched, wishing for an out. And curse whatever genie granted his wish.

The music stopped when the first shot rang out, the DJ running from the stage where several of Maroni’s thugs came out, brandishing semi-automatic rifles. They shot the air and Jason jumped into action, getting his things out of his bag and putting on the helmet while everyone was distracted. He grappled to a beam in the ceiling, jumping to the next one to be right above the attackers. Before jumping in he scanned the room for anymore, seeing no one else threatening. The bartender was on the phone, ducked down behind the bar, probably calling the police, and several of the clubgoers had already run out the unguarded front door. This wasn’t a hit meant to do anything except inspire fear. These were Maroni’s guys, in Falcone’s territory, clearly Maroni was trying to send a message to Falcone, and Jason didn’t like it, barely controlling the rage that was in him. He threw down a smoke bomb to the stage, landing just after it went off. Guns started firing and he cursed himself for not disarming them first, he prayed no one was hurt as he started disarming them, getting three of the goons’ weapons away and putting them out of commission before he heard another shot and felt a splash of pain through his side. That was it, the rage was out and he needed to hurt this guy. He mentally assessed the wound, too far to the left to hit anything vital, a thru and thru, he could live with the pain and end this last guy. He managed to dive in there, sweeping the man’s legs and knocking him to the ground, sending the gun skittering across the room. He punched him, feeling the power that the rage put into his fists. He hit him two more times, until he saw the blood coming from the man’s mouth. He stood, the smoke clearing around him. He saw phones up, videoing his actions. This wasn’t something he thought about before doing it. He scanned the crowd, not seeing anyone on the ground, not seeing people gathered to help anyone or crying over a body. He hoped that meant everyone was safe. Then he heard sirens, and he took off. He ran backstage, finding a side stage door and running through it towards Crime Alley.

[canirove]

I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 1

Summary: Have you ever heard of Mason Mount? He is a football player, and one who people (and himself) believe to be among the best out there. That, and that he is handsome, funny, charming, super nice with the fans... But he doesn't fool me. He is overrated. Very, overrated. Or that's what I thought until Christmas, when my niece Lola dragged me to an event where I got to meet him in person.  

Author’s note: This story is inspired on an imagine I posted over Christmas, so some of you may have already read this first chapter. But if you ever wondered what happened to them after meeting, here you'll have the answer! Also, thank you very much for all the love on that imagine! I was going to keep writing their story because the muse came to visit me, but seeing that so many of you liked it motivated me a lot more to keep writing 😊 Starting with this story today also is special, because last year for Valentine’s Day I posted the first chapter of my first story ever, and it also was with Mason. Anyway, hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Thank you so much for taking Lola to this thing. You know I would do it myself if I wasn’t feeling like shit."

"It's ok, don't worry."

"I know you don't like anything that has to do with football or him."

"I'll survive."

"I promise I'll get you something good for Christmas as a thank you."

"You still haven't bought my present? Monica, Christmas is in two days!" 

"That's enough time" she shrugs.

"Auntie!" my niece Lola says, running towards me.

"Hello, gorgeous. Are you ready?" I say, hugging her.

"I am!" she replies, doing a twirl so I can see that she's wearing Chelsea from head to toe. And, of course, she's wearing her Mount shirt.

She's been in love with him since last year, when he visited her school and defended her against some kids who didn't let her play football with them because she was a girl. After that, she took football even more seriously, and now she's playing for a girls team and has made half our family Chelsea fans. 

Not me, though. I don't like football, and I can't stand Mason Mount and everything around him. He isn't that handsome, or funny, charming, such a good player... He is overrated. Very, overrated.

"Enjoy, darling" her mum says, giving her a quick hug. "And you, sis, be nice. Who knows, maybe you'll meet him in person and fall in love with him."

"Ha ha" I say, rolling my eyes.

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"I'm so nervous, auntie!" Lola says. We've been waiting for an hour, Mason talking and taking photos with other kids who, like her, have been selected to meet him through their football academies. And from time to time, I catch him looking at us, always smiling at me. Keep trying, Mount. 

"Hello and Merry Christmas!" he says when it finally is our turn.

"Merry Christmas" Lola says.  

"Have we met before? That red hair of yours looks so familiar..." 

"We have! You went to my school and defended me against some boys who didn't let me play football with them."

"Oh, yes. You had a Spanish name, right?"

"Yes, Lola!" she says, a big smile on her face. I guess that if my idol remembered me, I would also smile like that. 

"And who is this?" he asks her, looking at me. 

"That's my auntie. She doesn't like you, that's why she looks angry."

"Let me guess... Arsenal fan?" 

"I'm an I don't like football fan" I say. 

"But I am going to change her mind" Lola says.

"I'll help you" Mason winks. "So, should we take some photos? Your auntie is invited."

"I think I'll pass" I say with a fake smile. 

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"And this is where we get changed" Mason says when we walk into the changing room. After the introductions and taking some photos, he's now being our Cobham's tour guide. 

"What do you guys think?" he asks Lola and I while the others take some photos.

"It's just a changing room" I shrug. "Though I was expecting to see some of your clothes, confirm if they are as ugly on person as on photos."

"Auntie!" Lola says, he eyes going wide.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but today I came here dressed like this" he says, pointing at his Chelsea tracksuit. "You don't like it?"

"It's better than the one with sequins, so it's something."

"They weren't sequins" he says, trying to sound offended.

"If you say so... Where to next?"

"The gym" he says. "C'mon guys, time to keep moving."

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"That was a really nice shot."

"Thank you" I say, picking up at the ball and shooting again. Once at the gym and after explaining what all the machines do to a very annoying man, I decided to move to the little basketball area they have while the kids play with the machine goalkeepers have to train their reflexes.

"Is basketball your favourite sport, then?" Mason asks me.

"Nope. I played when I was in high school and I kind of enjoy it, but I don't watch it or anything."

"No football, no basketball... Tennis? Rugby? Cricket?"

"No, no and no" I say, shooting again.

"Then what sport do you like?" he asks again, picking the ball.

"Formula 1."

"Uh, fancy" he says, shooting and missing.

"That was so bad" I laugh.

"I'm good with a ball on my feet. With my hands I'm good at other things" he says with a mischievous smile.

"Of course you are" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Let me guess who is your favourite driver. Lando? I'm friends with him."

"I'm not interested on kids."

"He isn't a kid, he is my age."

"Exactly" I say with a big smile.

"Ok, so if you like them older... Hamilton?"

"Nope."

"Ummm... Vettel?"

"Not him."

"Then I give up."

"So easily, Mount?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

"I can't think of any other drivers who are older" he shrugs.

"Ricciardo."

"He is the one you like?"

"He is."

"Interesting... You may have a type, because we have something in common, you know?"

"Yeah, sure" I snort. 

"We do" he says, touching his nose before leaving to join the others. 

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"Welcome to the cantine!" Mason says when we walk in. "We usually only have super duper healthy food, but since it's Christmas and we have guests, we've chosen a very special menu. Follow me."

Like he said, instead of fruit, pasta and all those things football players eat, they have different Christmas meals, and at the end of the buffet, there is a table full of chocolates and all kinds of sweets for the kids. And for those who aren't kids too, I hope.

"Auntie, let's seat next to the window" Lola says after we've picked our food. 

"May I join you?" Mason says behind us.

"Of course!" she replies with a big smile.

"Shouldn't you be sitting with the others? Like spending some time with each kid or something?" I ask.

"I'll do that later. Besides, there are no empty seats left."

"Don't be so rude, auntie. It's Christmas!"

"It's Christmas" he repeats with a big smile, making me roll my eyes. Again.

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"Ok, everyone, listen up" Mason says once we all have finished eating. "To end the day, we are going to play Secret Santa. You'll pick a name from this bag, and then make a gift for the person you've been assigned. There are lots of Chelsea merch over there, you can pick as many things as you want. I will also be playing, which means that you'll have to get me a present, and I will get you one: the shirt I wore on my last game. It's been washed, don't worry" he says, making everyone laugh. Everyone but me. "Ok, let's start the game!"

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"I wonder who is getting his shirt" Lola says.

"I don't know. But we know that the boy over there is the one gifting him. His little scream gave it away" I chuckle.

"Who wants to start?" Mason asks.

"I will!" the boy I just mentioned says, moving to the table where all the presents are. "Oh..." he says, opening his box and finding a scarf and a teddy bear. 

"Sorry I wasn't Mason" a woman says.

"It's ok" the boy replies, looking very disappointed.

There only are two presents left when it finally is my turn, and one of them is the shirt.

"You got it, auntie. I can feel it!" Lola whispers next to me.

"I hope you're wrong" I say to myself, walking towards the table.

"Merry Christmas" Mason says, giving me the present with my name on it.

"Thank you" I reply. And when I open it... "Damn it" I say under my breath. 

"We have a lucky winner!" he grins, everyone around me cheering and clapping.

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"You can wear it on Boxing Day."

"What?"

"My shirt" Mason says. 

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you are coming to my game."

"No, I am not" I chuckle.

"Yes, you are. Lola?" he calls. "Lola, why don't you tell your auntie about my secret present?"

"Oh, yes!" she says, joining us. "He has got us tickets for Chelsea's Boxing Day game! Like, for the whole family!"

"And the whole family includes you" he says with that stupid smile of his, the one that shows a dimple on his cheek. Why have I noticed something like that? 

"I don't like football."

"But it is a special day, auntie" Lola pouts.

"C'mon, don't be a Grinch" he says, also pouting.

"I hate you. Both of you" I say.

"Is that a yes?" Lola asks.

"It's a maybe."

"Great!" she says, hugging me.

"May I join you?" Mason asks.

"Yes, group hug!"

"What? No!" I say. But before I can escape, he also is hugging me, his face very close to mine.

"Merry Christmas, auntie" he says, smiling once again.

"Fuck you" I whisper, making him laugh. 

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"That wasn't that bad, was it?" my sister Monica asks after the game. 

"I loved every second of it!" Lola says. "And Mason scored! I think he dedicated it to us. Or to you, auntie."

"Mount fancies you?" my dad asks.

"No! Of course not!" I say.

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Because you all are very annoying. Him included. Can we please go home now?"

"We can't" Monica says. "We are supposed to meet him and thank him for the tickets."

"What? Since when?"

"The tickets came with a note that said that" she shrugs.

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"That game was amazing, boy" my dad says, patting Mason on the back. "And the goal? Wow."

"Thank you, sir" he says with a shy smile. "What did you think?"

"I don't know, I was looking at my phone" I say.

"Of course you were."

"Lola, dad, why don't we go get ourselves a drink, uh?" my sister says.

"And leave him alone with her?" my dad says.

"She'll behave. Won't you, sis?"

"I'll try."

"They are really nice" Mason says once they have left.

"Unlike me?"

"You also are nice. On your own weird way" he chuckles. "So... I was wondering... Would you... Would you like to go grab a drink or go out for dinner one day?"

"Who? Me? With you?"

"Yes, you and I. Why so surprised?"

"I don't like you, Mason."

"Yet" he says with a smile. That smile.

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you?"

"Look who is talking" he laughs. "But yes, I am. And I won't stop until I convince you to go out on a date with me."

"Why?"

"I don't know. There is something about you that I like" he shrugs.

"Well, there is nothing about you that I like."

"You are such a bad liar..." 

"Whatever" I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Because maybe he's right. Maybe I do like something about him. Like his smile. Or how cute he was with all the kids the other day, definitely not behaving like a diva.

"This is my number" he says, giving me a card. "Text me when you are free. I'll be looking forward to it."

"It's not going to happen, you know?" I say, taking the card.

"We shall see. Merry Christmas... auntie" he says, catching me by surprise and kissing my cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Mount" I reply, surprising myself when I feel my face burning, and trying not to smile. Because maybe, huge maybe here... He isn't that bad after all. 

[chelseachilly]

king of my heart - pt 10

is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we’re spending

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as ben continues his recovery, you make the most of his time off by visiting some family and friends warnings: suggested smut word count: 3.1k

a/n: sorry this one kinda took a while, it’s a bit longer to make up for it! it’s also totally fluffy and features ben serving major dilf vibes plus james maddison still at leicester bc i wrote this before they got relegated 😬 

see my masterlist for previous chapters

Although it’s still difficult for Ben as Chelsea’s season continues and he remains unable to play, it gets a bit easier as time goes on.

His physiotherapy is going well, with significant progress being made week by week. You manage to slip into a good routine again, going to work everyday and coming home to Ben and Oscar each evening.

There is a silver lining to Ben’s injury, you discover, which is that his weekends are free. You both know that once he’s back on the pitch, the hectic game schedule will resume as well, so you decide to make the most of it.

You explore London together more than you’ve ever gotten the chance to, taking Oscar for long walks around Hyde Park once Ben’s knee can handle it, going for nice dinners, and meeting up with friends.

Much to your relief, Ben starts inviting his mates around the house more, including the boys from the team. It’s so nice to see him joking around with the guys again, seeming more and more like himself every day.

Mason and Reece even manage to convince Ben to come to a game now that he’s feeling up to it. You had avoided the subject as you didn’t want to upset him, but Ben seems to be in fairly high spirits when Saturday rolls around and it’s time to go.

You take an Uber to Stamford Bridge, holding Ben’s hand the whole time you’re in the car, when you arrive at the stadium, and as you find your seats just behind the bench.

Despite the smile plastered on his face and the way he happily chats with the familiar faces around the stadium, you know that it took a lot of strength for him to come here today. You’re determined to help him summon that strength in any way you can, whether it be a hand rubbing gentle circles on his back or just your calming presence next to him.

Just before kickoff, as the two of you are chatting with some of the physios and benched players, the commentator takes note of Ben’s presence.

“And here we have Ben Chilwell back at the Bridge for the first time since his injury in September. Welcome back, Ben!”

Ben smiles and waves at the cameras as they pan to him, and you can’t help but stare at him with admiration as the fans begin to chant his name. You know it isn’t easy for him to sit on the sidelines, but you’re proud of him for keeping a positive attitude and choosing to come support his club and friends.

Their opponents, Brentford, score a goal in the first half, which Chelsea quickly equalizes at the beginning of the second. Although you both leap up from your seats to cheer, you can see the smile fade from Ben’s face as the rest of the team celebrates on the pitch.

“Hey,” you whisper in his ear as you sit down, once again taking his hand and squeezing tightly. “You’ll be back out there before you know it.”

Ben just looks at you for a moment before smiling slightly and nodding.

He brings your joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles before you resume watching the game.

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As the year comes to a close, you and Ben try to spend as much time as possible out of the house and seeing friends and family.

You’re excited for your first Christmas as a couple, and you decide to spend Christmas Eve with his family and Christmas Day with yours. It’s a bit overwhelming meeting Ben’s entire extended family for the first time, but they’re all just as lovely as his parents and siblings, making you feel right at home.

On Christmas morning, you make the drive to your mum’s house, where she and your brother are eagerly waiting for you to arrive before opening any gifts. Despite your protests, Ben insisted on buying your mum a luxury handbag from the same company where he got one for his own mother. Although the gift is technically from both of you, it’s pretty clear who paid for it - and if your mother didn’t already adore Ben, she certainly does now.

He went a bit overboard on his gifts for you as well, including a spa weekend, a pair of new headphones, and finally, a beautiful necklace with your first initial on the diamond-encrusted pendant. It’s beautiful and thoughtful and though you wish he wouldn’t spend so much money on you, you can’t help but love it. The trainers you bought him feel like they pale in comparison, but Ben insists without hesitation that they’re his new favourite pair, and you can tell how genuine he’s being.

Max is equally excited about his gift from Ben, an advance copy of the new FIFA, which the boys spend a good two hours playing while you and your mum prepare dinner.

“I love seeing you this happy,” she says as you’re mashing the potatoes with a grin on your face, listening to Ben and Max shouting at the TV in the other room. “He’s a very nice boy.”

“Yeah, he is,” you smile.

“Your father would be so happy for you,” your mum says sincerely, resting a hand on your back. “And even happier to have future grandchildren with strong genes for football.”

“Oh my god, Mum!” you exclaim, blushing and continuing to work on the potatoes. “We’ve been dating less than a year.”

“Well, I knew I wanted to marry your dad after the first month or two,” she laughs. “It’s just a thought, dear.”

Ben walks in a second later, a wide grin spreading on his face as he sees you and your mother both still laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, walking over and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, leaning into his warmth as he grabs the masher from you and takes over, letting you relax against his chest.

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A week into the new year, Ben suggests that you drive up to Leicester to see his close friend and former teammate James Maddison and his family.

You’ve met James a couple times, when he was in town playing Chelsea or for various work engagements, but you have yet to meet his partner or their son Leo - Ben’s godson. They also had twins recently, a boy and a girl, and you know that Ben is excited to meet them.

You drive up on Saturday morning to catch James’ match against Bournemouth. Ben is excited to show you around King Power Stadium, the home of his former club, and introduces you to many of the staff and players prior to the game. You think it’s a testament to the kind of person Ben is that they all still seem to hold him in very high regard despite him having left for Chelsea in 2020.

Of course, it was the right move for him and his career, and nobody would hold it against him - especially James, who practically leaps into your boyfriend’s arms when they see each other. It’s clear that their bond is still strong despite the miles between them and their very different lifestyles since James started a family.

“Y/N, nice to see you again!” James says with a smile when he pulls apart from Ben and comes over to hug you quickly. “Thanks for coming. Kennedy’s buzzing to meet you after.”

“Of course, I can’t wait to meet her and the kids,” you smile, leaning into Ben’s side as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Good luck out there!”

As James leaves to prepare for the match, you and Ben find your way to your seats.

Leicester end up winning the game, much to your excitement. Obviously your loyalty lies with Chelsea, but you’re happy to be here supporting James and it makes for a great atmosphere at the stadium as they secure the three points.

You all head back to James and Kennedy’s house afterward, and Kennedy greets you with a big hug. She’s a beautiful woman with a natural motherly aura about her, and she makes you feel safe and welcome right away. You know Ben has liked her since she started going out with James, so you have no doubt that the two of you will get along well.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you!” the brunette says with a wide smile, gesturing for you to head into the living area. “Please, come in, make yourself at home.”

“Hey, Kennedy,” Ben says, leaning in to hug her. “Where are the babies?”

“Napping, but they’ll be up soon.”

As you’re in the process of thanking Kennedy and complimenting their lovely home, a little blur of motion comes running out from the other room and toward Ben. You watch fondly as Ben lifts the toddler and spins him around in a hug.

“There’s my little man!” Ben says excitedly. “I missed you, bud.”

“I missed you, Uncle Ben!” Leo responds enthusiastically. “Can we go play football in the garden?”

James squats down and ruffles his son’s hair affectionately.

“Remember, Leo, Uncle Ben’s still got a hurt knee and he has to take it easy, so he can’t play football right now,” he says. “How about you show him some of the moves you’ve been practicing, though?”

“Okay!” Leo begins to tug at Ben’s sleeve and Ben smiles and looks over at you.

“Leo, I want you to meet someone very special first,” Ben says softly, beckoning you over. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Hi Y/N,” Leo says, smiling and waving at you. “Did you go to the game too?”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Leo,” you smile, leaning down to his height. “And yes, I did. Your dad played very well.”

Leo nods and resumes tugging on Ben’s sleeve, walking in the direction of the back doors.

“Typical, I just won a match and he only cares about Ben being here,” James laughs, looking to Kennedy. “Want to join us outside, babe?”

“Sure, let me just grab some drinks and we’ll be out in a few,” Kennedy says. “Y/N, want to join me?”

“Absolutely,” you agree, watching Ben be dragged off by his godson, turning back just to flash you a warm smile.

Kennedy gives you a quick tour of the main floor of the house and the two of you enjoy the time to get to know each other a bit while the boys play outside.

Your eyes naturally go to an adorable photo of Ben and James on the wall from their teen years with the England U21s. Your heart does ache a bit once again at the reminder of what he’s been working toward for so long, of how important it is to him to represent his country.

“How’s he doing with the injury?” Kennedy asks you softly, as if she read your mind. “James has been a bit worried, he knows Ben’s struggled a lot in the past when he’s been hurt.”

“Ups and downs,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “His recovery is coming along well, but it’s still hard for him mentally.”

Kennedy nods as she leads you into the kitchen.

“That’s life as the girlfriend of a footballer,” she says, offering you a glass of wine which you gladly accept. “I imagine it’s been a lot for you, too. When he FaceTimed James a couple weeks ago, he kept going on and on about how you took care of him and how you’re helping with his physio and everything.”

You can’t help but blush at that, taking a sip of the cold rosé she just passed you.

“I just try to be there for him as much as possible,” you shrug. “I wish there was more I could do.”

“Well, he seems to be doing a lot better than last time he was hurt, so I think you’ve helped him quite a bit,” she smiles.

You help her grab a couple beers for the guys and a juice box for Leo and head out back to the garden. You’re greeted by just about the most adorable sight ever - Leo is kicking balls into the net with James acting as goalkeeper, pretending to try his hardest to save the shots his son is taking. Meanwhile, Ben stands beside the net, loudly cheering for his godson and celebrating each goal with him.

“A strong attack from young striker Leo Maddison,” Ben says in his best commentator voice as Leo approaches the net. “He shoots…and he scores!”

Leo jumps for joy as the ball goes into the net past James and you and Kennedy join in cheering for him.

“Mummy, Y/N, I scored six goals!” Leo exclaims, hugging Ben’s legs.

“That’s amazing, honey!” Kennedy shouts back as the two of you settle into the patio furniture with some warm blankets.

As you continue to chat, talking about your job and how you like living in London, your eyes can’t help but wander over to Ben playing happily with Leo.

Your mind can’t help but wander, either - particularly to the idea of the little football-playing children your mum was going on about on Christmas.

You’re nowhere near ready for kids - you’re not even ready for marriage yet - but right now it’s startlingly easy to picture Ben as a father.

“Do you want kids?”

Kennedy’s question startles you, and only then do you realize how obvious it is that you’re lovingly staring at Ben tossing the ball gently at Leo over and over again so he can practice his headers.

“Oh, um,” you mumble awkwardly, crossing your legs. “Yeah, I always figured I would someday. With the right person.”

Kennedy smiles knowingly and glances over at Ben, lowering her voice a bit.

“He’s always been great with Leo, you know,” she says a bit coyly. “I can see Ben being a great dad someday.”

Although you can feel yourself blushing, you nod in agreement and continue to look over at Ben with affection in your eyes and butterflies in your stomach.

The twins wake up shortly after and you all head inside to curl up by the fireplace and meet the babies. They’re completely adorable, though the sight of Ben holding their tiny little girl in his arms only makes your heart thump even louder in your chest.

Later that night, after you’ve all had a nice dinner and watched Cars - Leo’s favourite film at the moment - James and Kennedy take the kids to bed, leaving you and Ben curled up on the couch.

You feel so at peace right now, just the two of you enjoying each other’s embrace and the peace and quiet after a loud and exciting day with James’ family. It’s probably the happiest you’ve seen Ben since the injury.

“You have a good day, baby?” Ben asks softly, carding his fingers through your hair. Your cheek is pressed to his chest, your legs tangled together.

“Mhm,” you confirm, running your thumb over the small ‘21’ tattoo on his hand. “Kennedy’s great, and their kids are so sweet.”

Ben nods in agreement, kissing the top of your head.

“I also loved seeing you with Leo,” you admit. “You’re really good with him.”

“Yeah?” Ben smiles, and you nod. “Well, he’s a great kid. And I feel a bit guilty that I only get to see him a few times a year, so I try to make up for it.”

“Well, he clearly adores you,” you say, pressing your lips to his jaw. “Although, I can’t imagine who wouldn’t.”

“Aww, someone’s feeling cheesy,” Ben teases, his arm tightening around you slightly and hand cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss.

You laugh and kiss him back, his lips soft and warm against yours as they meet once, twice, then a third time for good measure.

After you pull back just far enough to rest your forehead on his and peer into his beautiful eyes, you feel suddenly emboldened to ask the question you’ve been thinking about all day.

“Have you ever thought about…um…” You move away from him slightly, your legs still intertwined but your head now resting on the pillow next to him. “Do you think you would ever want kids?”

You’re not sure if you’re expecting Ben to panic or freak out or recoil from you immediately or something, but he does none of the above. His eyebrows raise for a moment, and your stomach begins to churn, but then a smile spreads across his face.

“Yeah,” he answers casually. “Yeah, I mean, this injury’s definitely made me think more about life beyond football. And I think I would want kids to be a part of that. Would you?”

“I think so, yeah,” you respond, smiling back at him. “Not now, obviously, but…”

“Someday,” Ben finishes, squeezing your waist.

“Someday,” you echo.

It’s not a promise, exactly, though it feels a bit like one. You’ve been together less than a year and you know the future isn’t guaranteed, but you also know that you love this man more than anything in the world. You want everything with him.

Ben adjusts your positions slightly, pulling one of your legs over his lap so that you’re straddling him and running his hands up and down your thighs.

You subconsciously roll your hips against his as you lean down to kiss him, making him moan into your mouth.

As his warm hands begin to wander under your jumper and touch your bare back, it takes all of your willpower to stop him.

“Ben,” you scold gently, though you remain in his lap. “There are other people in this house, including children, we can’t fuck on the couch.”

“I’m pretty sure Leo was conceived in my bathroom during a party, they owe me one,” Ben chuckles, though you just narrow your eyes at him. “Fine, let’s go to bed.”

He gets to his feet, lifting you up along with him and kissing you passionately. Although the friction created with your legs wrapped around his waist is addictive, you hop down immediately when he begins to walk away from the couch.

“No way I’m letting you carry me anywhere with that knee, Chilwell,” you say firmly, reaching out your hand for him to take. Although Ben sighs slightly, undoubtedly frustrated that his injury is interfering with yet another activity he loves, he nods and takes your hand.

As his fingers thread through yours and you walk down the hall to the guest bedroom, giggling like children, you’ve never been more excited or hopeful for what the future might bring.

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