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Mixed Signals | Çağlar Söyüncü

Request: Hello my love, could you possibly do a cags one where you have a huge crush on him but only your best mate chilly knows and cags gets the impression that you to are getting together so at a party he is chatting up thing really fit girl and you just break down cos you really thought he liked you back and you cry with chilly but cags overhears you crying and venting to chilly saying you love cags and he bursts in and says he loves you too and maybe you go home with him just fluffy btw love you 🥰

OMG OMG OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! Thank you!!! xx

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You and Ben had always been touchy-feely as friends, probably something to do with the fact that you had known each other since you were five years old - a time before boys and girls were sat down and explained to about the ‘birds and the bees’. Both your families were convinced that someday the two of you would settle down with each other, but you both knew better. ‘Just friends’ meant just that. You had seen each other at your worst and at your best and sometimes knew things about the other before they even knew themselves, which was exactly how you had found yourself in your current predicament.

“You fancy Çağlar Söyüncü,” your best mate announced as he walked through the door of your flat - right on time for your standard Wednesday-evening movie night.

You froze, still bent over the oven reaching for the pizza. “Benjamin James Chilwell!” You scolded, finally regaining your composure. “Whatever gave you that idea?!”

He walked over to your refrigerator and grabbed a beer. “Just was thinking about it today. You’ve been coming ‘round to the KP and Belvoir a lot more than usual and I’ve noticed the way you interact with him is all.”

“That’s all?” You repeated, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Yeah. Just thought you’d like to know.”

The rest of your evening continued like it usually did on Wednesdays, except this time it was your turn to pick the movie. You couldn’t concentrate, though, all your focus on Ben’s unexpected comment earlier. You couldn’t deny that you had been going to more training sessions lately, but you would argue that you just wanted to watch your best mate play as much as you could. And you had been interacting more with the lads, but it wasn’t just Çağlar - you were also getting close with James, Tielemans, and Perez.

You thought about the Turk as the movie you had chosen played out on the screen, Linda Hamilton’s 1984 fashion sense barely registering while you rested your head on Ben’s shoulder. You thought about how your gaze always drifted to Çağlar when you were in a room together, how lately you had stopped watching Ben on the pitch and watched him instead, and how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, just as the Terminator crashed through the police station with his car.

“How are you still so invested in this movie when you’ve literally seen it a thousand times?” Ben asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, mate, I was actually thinking about Çağlar.”

“Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah, I was thinking about what you said and I realized you were right.”

“Yes!” Ben punched the air, jostling you around.

“Ben, mate, chill out!” You yelled, laughing as you pushed him away.

“I’m just happy I’m right - leave me alone, woman!”

You ruffled his hair, knowing it would irritate him, laughing at his reaction. “Whatever, mate. Just promise you won’t let me do anything stupid in front of him.”

“You know I can’t promise that, [Y/N]!”

You rolled your eyes, snuggling back into your best mate. “I hate you.”

“You know you love me.”

“Okay, Gossip Girl.”

“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t call me that anymore!”

“Promise me you won’t let me do anything stupid around Çağlar and we might have a deal.”

He sighed dramatically and you knew you’d won. “Fiiine.”

~~~

You spent the next two weeks going between work, Belvoir Drive, and your flat to sleep. It seemed like when you weren’t at work, you were watching the lads train. Well, it wasn’t so much all the lads as it was Çağlar. He had come up to you a few times after training and you had talked for a bit before someone ultimately called him away each time. It was getting to the point where it was hard to sleep, sleep only coming after you screamed his name with your hand between your legs.

You still weren’t sure if he felt the same way you did, but you got your confirmation at Saturday’s match against Man City where Leicester won, 1-0. You rushed the field after the match, heart hammering as your gaze met Çağlar’s. You ran to him and launched yourself at him without thinking. He picked you up and spun you around, the two of you laughing together. “You were amazing out there,” you said, breathless when he finally put you back down on the ground.

“Thank you,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. You craved to run your fingers through his hair, but you didn’t want to freak him out. Just as you were probably going to do something stupid, Ben showed up to save the day.

“There’s my girl,” he said, pulling you into a side-hug while he kissed your temple.

“Proud of you, babe,” you replied, smiling up at your best mate, not noticing Çağlar’s expression as he watched the two of you together.

“I will be going. See you at the after-party, Ben,” Çağlar said, not even acknowledging you as he walked away.

“Oh, shit, things were going well between you two and I just came in here and fucked it all up, didn’t I?” Ben groaned, running a hand down his face.

“Nah, mate. Cags and I were having a good time, but you didn’t ruin anything.” You wrapped your arm around Ben’s waist, walking with him toward the tunnel.

“Hey, love, wanna come with me to this post-match celebration?”

You hesitated. “Isn’t it just for the lads, though?”

“Lads and their significant others,” Ben said as Çağlar walked past the two of you. “You should come.” He whispered, “Cags will be there and we can get you two together.”

You blushed, but nodded. Over the past few weeks your crush had gotten worse and now that Çağlar had picked you up and spun you around today, you couldn’t wait to flirt with him and make a move.

~~~

You went home and changed, taking care to put on your sexiest lingerie underneath your high-waisted shorts and crop top. You put on some light mascara and your favourite red lipstick with your best heels. Ben knocked on the door and you opened it, twirling in front of him.

“Damn, girl! Cags won’t know what hit him!” Ben exclaimed.

“You sure?” You asked shyly.

“Hundred percent. If he doesn’t ask you out, he’s a fool. Now, c’mon, let’s go.”

You and Ben arrived at the party at Madders’s house, the music blaring loudly. “I thought you said it was just gonna be the lads and their significant others.”

Ben grimaced. “I thought so, but I forgot that James was hosting tonight, so there’s going to be plenty of ladies here tonight.”

You laughed at his expression. “Well, if you need a wingwoman, let me know.”

“Of course, love, but hopefully you’ll be too busy shagging Cags to help me.”

“Let’s hope.” You grabbed Ben’s wrist and dragged him inside into the kitchen. “But first: alcohol.” You poured yourself a rum and Coke, heavy on the Coke.

“Alright, where’s Cags?” Ben asked, surveying the room. “Oh, there he is!” He waved to Çağlar and the Turk waved back. “C’mon, let’s go say hi!”

“Hey,” Çağlar greeted, his gaze roaming over your body briefly. Heat flooded straight between your legs, but you tried to remain cool and aloof. “How are you two doing?”

“Great!” Ben answered for you. “I picked her up and we came straight here. Doesn’t she look incredible?” Ben slung his arm around you, and you could tell he was already getting a little tipsy.

“Careful there, love,” you said, placing a hand on his chest to steady him.

Çağlar’s expression turned unreadable and he turned his attention elsewhere. “I will be back,” he said and walked away.

“Haha, Cags sounded just like the Terminator!” Ben chuckled, draining his drink.

“Benjamin, don’t get too drunk now, because I’m not going to be able to help sober you up tonight. Besides, I need your help!”

“Only for you, [Y/N].”

You wandered around the party, talking to various Leicester players and their significant others, your eyes always searching for Çağlar. Çağlar, who had been talking to the same woman for the past thirty minutes.

You tried not to take it personally, but you couldn’t help comparing yourself to her. The girl was fitter than you - she obviously played a sport - and had long blonde hair that fell past her shoulders that made your hair look like utter shit in comparison. She was swirling her drink in one manicured hand, while the other landed on his forearm. He smiled at her and your stomach sank.

In a moment of courage, you decided to walk past the two of them on your way over to the kitchen to get another drink. You watched as he tucked a lock of the beautiful girl’s hair behind her ear and said something to her in Turkish.

As if in a nightmare, your eyes met. He quickly looked away, turning his attention back to her.

You ran to one of James’s spare guest rooms, pulling out your phone and texting Ben to meet you.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked, appearing like magic.

You walked into his arms and started crying. “Çağlar’s flirting with another girl and she’s hotter than me.” You laughed mirthlessly. “God, I sound so stupid.”

“Hey! You are not stupid, love. Cags has no idea what he’s missing.”

You sighed, laying down on the bed. “It’s so ridiculous! Here I am, liking a guy I have no business liking, and this is how it turns out.”

~~~

Çağlar had stopped listening to the blonde the moment the two of you had locked eyes. You were all he could think about, but he was trying desperately to focus on the woman in front of him. She’s Ben’s girl, he kept repeating to himself over and over, hoping by the thousandth time the sentiment would sink in and he would get over this stupid crush he had developed on you. The problem was, he was still thinking about how you had hugged him after the match earlier today and the fact that you showed up looking so effortlessly hot had him in knots.

Ashley or Anna or whatever her name was had just asked him a question, but he was over it. “I, uh, need to do something. I will be right back,” he said, walking in the direction he had seen you last.

Your voice was loud, and he was able to find you.

“Hey! You are not stupid, love. Cags has no idea what he’s missing.”

“It’s so ridiculous! Here I am, liking a guy I have no business liking, and this is how it turns out.”

Çağlar paused, torn between leaving and staying to listen. Your voice came through again, making his decision for him. “Fuck, Ben! I really thought Çağlar liked me as much as I like him! But no, he’s off flirting with some girl who looks nothing like me and now I look hot for nothing.”

Çağlar was surprised by what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe that you liked him back and that you were discussing this with your boyfriend of all people. Before he could stop himself, he was entering the room, saying, “You don’t look hot for nothing.”

You gasped, sitting up when you heard his voice. “Çağlar? What the hell are you doing here and how much did you hear?”

“I’m just gonna…go…” Ben trailed off, quietly exiting the room.

“I followed you here because I have not stopped thinking about you since you hugged me today.”

“What about the girl you’ve been flirting with all night?”

“I have not been flirting with her,” he protested, reaching for you.

“Why wouldn’t you be flirting with her? She’s fit and beautiful and-”

“She’s not you,” he murmured before capturing your lips in his.

His hands landed on your hips as he pulled you into him. You moaned, threading your fingers through your hair, getting wetter when you realized how good it felt to have him like this. He slid his hands up your crop top and you whimpered as his calloused hands connected with your soft skin. Your tongues tangled together and you dug your nails into the nape of his neck.

“I only want you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

You smiled, biting your lip. “Good, because I only want you, too.”

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