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pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as a reporter for chelsea and england, you and ben have always been friendly - and sometimes a bit flirty - but you never imagined a fluke injury while filming a youtube video could lead to something more warnings: mentions of minor injury, mainly just fluff ☺️ word count: 6.4k

author's note: hope you like this one! it was a lot of fun to write and definitely my longest one-shot yet hahah. fc is olivia buzalgo obviously lol

As a reporter for both the England national team and Chelsea, you’ve always tried your best to remain professional and not show favouritism towards any of the players.

For the most part, this hasn’t been an issue. While you do spend a lot of your time with incredibly fit guys around your age, they’ve never been anything other than colleagues or, at the most, friends.

Except for Ben Chilwell.

He had been on your radar professionally for some time before you met, as he was an up and coming talent at Leicester and for England. You always thought he was good looking when you watched him play on television, but you didn’t really know much about him.

It wasn’t until he signed for Chelsea in the summer of 2020 that things changed.

You were tasked with conducting Ben’s first interview for the club, and the two of you hit it off immediately. You felt like you had known him your whole life within the hour you spent together in a small room at Cobham, chatting about his career and his goals at Chelsea.

You also learned quickly that Ben wasn’t just attractive - there was something magnetic about him. You felt instantly at ease around him, yet he also made your heart rate triple with a quick smile as you passed in the hallway or a glance in your direction while he’s on the pitch.

While you would never dream of pursuing him, partly because it’s unprofessional and partly because there’s no way he feels the same way, the connection between you two hasn’t exactly gone unnoticed.

Every time you post an Instagram story of you working with Ben or a video of you interviewing him is released, the comments and replies are flooded with fans speculating about whether you two are dating. You always feel a bit embarrassed, wondering if he’s seeing these responses too, but you continue to post the content for two reasons:

One, because your content with Ben always performs the best, meaning your bosses are always encouraging more of it;

And two, because you’re super into him and you’ll take any excuse to work with or spend time with him.

So, despite all the speculation, you continue to post pics with Ben whenever you’re working together, and the occasional borderline-flirty comments he leaves certainly don’t help matters.

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The seemingly flirty comments he sometimes makes in person don’t help matters, either - certainly not for your growing crush on him. You find yourself both looking forward to and dreading every opportunity to film something with him, loving every minute of your time with him but wishing deep down that it could lead to something more.

You’ve hung out a bit outside of work, too, sometimes grabbing something to eat after a shoot or partying together after Chelsea have won a big game. You’re friends, but that’s all you are. You’re painfully reminded of that every time you read about the latest gorgeous model he’s dating.

That doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when your boss emails you your next assignment, a video with Ben and Conor. They’re two of your closest friends on the team, so it should be a dream day of work for you to film a silly video with them for the club’s socials, but you’re more nervous than usual.

Ben’s been a little bit flirtier than usual lately, bringing you coffee when you’re working at Cobham and sending you funny TikToks throughout the day. You’re not reading too much into it, but it’s definitely going to make it harder for you to ignore your feelings for him.

But you’ll at least have Conor and the camera crew there, so it won’t be that bad. You hope.

You arrive at Cobham bright and early that day, already dressed and having done your own makeup as per usual for a shoot like this. You meet up with the cameraman, Brian, who you frequently work with, to go over the plan.

“You nervous?” Brian asks when you walk into the office, a small smirk on his face.

You can feel your face go pale and your eyes widen. “What? Wh-why would I be nervous?”

“Because of the shoot,” Brian says blankly, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, how you were saying you’re awful at football…”

Ah, yes. The normal reason for you to be nervous.

Truthfully, your mind has been so taken up with thoughts of seeing Ben that you haven’t worried too much about the video itself. The premise is that the boys will demonstrate some football skills and you’re supposed to try to replicate them. You’re hardly a footballer, so it’s really just meant to be lighthearted, funny content for fans who like your dynamic with the boys.

“Oh, right,” you say with a small laugh. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad. How hard can it be?”

Brian just laughs, ignoring your slightly odd behaviour from before. “Yeah, you’ll be fine.”

A little while later, you make your way out to the training pitch where you’re meeting the guys, and you smile when you see Ben has shown up early and is kicking the ball around and scrolling on his phone. He stops and smiles when he sees you approaching.

“Y/N, hey!” he exclaims, pulling you into a quick hug. “You alright?”

“Hey, Ben,” you reply, in a bit of a trance as you pull back from the hug. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Great,” Ben grins. “You ready to learn a few things?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s not every day that I get a free football lesson from the stars of Chelsea FC,” you tease.

“Yeah, you basically won the lotto,” Ben chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “You’re comparing a morning with you to winning the lottery?”

Before your banter can continue, you see Conor and the rest of the video crew approaching and you’re brought back to reality - in which Ben is your coworker, not your boyfriend, and you have a job to do.

You quickly hug Conor hello and chat for a minute while the guys set up the filming equipment. You can tell they’re in high spirits from the recent winning streak they’ve been on, making the atmosphere around Cobham better all around.

Once it’s time to get started, you get into position and begin your intro, explaining the premise of the video.

You start off with some easier skills, watching Ben and Conor demonstrate before attempting them yourself. You’re definitely not a professional, but you played a bit as a kid, so you can handle a few kick ups and headers.

As things start to get a bit more complicated, you’re definitely struggling more, but the boys are very sweet and encouraging. Honestly, you’re not too concerned with showcasing your abilities - it’s just a funny video, and it’s part of the job. You don’t think any of the fans are expecting you to be the next Leah Williamson or something, but you still try your best for the sake of the challenge.

The final skill you have to do is a bit of a trickier one, a crossover. Ben shows you how to do it with ease, obviously, before encouraging you to give it a go.

After a couple failed attempts that you hope the video editor cuts out, you finally manage one, and both Ben and Conor cheer for you like you just won the Champions League.

“You’re a pro, Y/N,” Ben grins. “Wanna go again?”

With a sudden boost of confidence, you nod, and Ben kicks the ball back to you. You kick it up a few times and meet Ben’s gaze with a small smile before jumping up and swinging your leg around the ball again.

Only this time, instead of landing perfectly on your feet, you land directly on the side of your left ankle and fall over.

There’s a shooting pain up your leg, but that’s overshadowed by the immediate embarrassment you’re feeling. The moment you catch your breath and sit up, Ben is already at your side with his hand on your upper back, asking if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist, before you’ve even had time to assess if that’s true. “Just give me a sec and we can keep going, sorry guys.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asks, setting his camera down on the tripod after he stopped filming. “It looked like you twisted your ankle pretty bad.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you say, though the pain has begun to settle in and it definitely doesn’t feel like nothing. “Ben, can you help me up?”

Ben looks hesitant, his eyes flitting from your ankle back up to your face, but he nods and grabs both your hands to help lift you to your feet.

You’re determined to soldier on and finish the video with minimal humiliation, but the moment you put the slightest bit of weight on your left foot, you wince sharply and feel tears begin to brim in your eyes.

Ben immediately catches you and carefully lowers you back to the ground, keeping a hand on your back.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” Ben says, eyes full of concern. “It’s your ankle?”

You nod, afraid that if you speak, your voice will tremble from the pain.

“We should take her to one of the physios to get it looked at,” Conor suggests.

“I’m sure they have more important things to deal with,” you mumble, feeling a bit more grounded by the way Ben is gently rubbing your back, giving you something other than the pain to focus on.

“Not really, we don’t have training today so most of the boys aren’t even here,” Ben assures you. “I’ll take you there now.”

You’re about to ask how you’re going to get all the way up to the physio offices if you can’t even stand, but you don’t have to wonder for long before Ben is carefully slipping his arm under your knees.

You let out a small gasp as you’re swept off your feet, suddenly finding yourself in Ben’s arms.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks quickly, misinterpreting your surprise for pain.

“No, I’m good,” you say quietly. Despite the shooting pain, this is partially true - how could you not be good when you’re currently being carried bridal style by the guy you’ve had a crush on for years.

“Sorry, guys,” you say to Conor and the crew. “Maybe once they look at my ankle we can continue-“

“There’s no way you’re walking on that today, and we have enough content for the video,” Brian tells you. “Go get checked out and let us know how you’re feeling, alright?”

“I will,” you smile. “Thanks.”

“Good to go?” Ben asks you, and you nod.

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you with ease up to the physio department, feeling strangely comfortable in this position you never expected to be in. You love the feeling of being in his arms, how safe and protected you feel even in your vulnerable state.

Once you arrive at the physio rooms, Ben sets you down gently on one of the beds and runs to grab someone. He returns moments later with Billy, who you’ve met a few times around the club. He’s a kind man who you know is particularly close with many of the players, including Ben.

“Hi there, Y/N, let’s take a look at that ankle,” he says gently. “Ben, mind grabbing some ice?”

“Of course.”

Ben goes over to the freezer and grabs a bag of ice while Billy carefully removes your shoe and sock, the action alone making tears form in your eyes once again.

“Let’s ice it for a few minutes first,” Billy suggests after seeing the state of your rapidly swelling ankle. “I’ll go get you something for the pain.”

After he takes the ice pack from Ben and gently places it on your foot, relieving the throbbing a little bit, Billy leaves the room. Ben pulls up a chair next to you and lightly touches your arm.

“You doing alright? That looks like a bad one,” Ben says, his voice impossibly even softer than before as he sees the pain you’re experiencing.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m just so humiliated, to be honest. Leave it to me to injure myself on video, and in front of my coworkers and two professional footballers.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, love, that could’ve happened to anyone,” Ben insists, making your heart jump at the tender nickname. “It’s my fault, I encouraged you to go again. I’m so sorry you got hurt, I feel awful.”

“No, Ben, absolutely not,” you say quickly. “It was just a dumb accident. I think I got a bit too confident in my football abilities.”

“Well, you were doing great,” he smiles. “I think the fans will love the video. Just like everything else you do.”

You’re grateful that Billy walks back in right in that moment, both because of the pain meds he has for you and because it diverts Ben’s attention from your now flushed cheeks.

As Billy begins your assessment, you turn back to Ben.

“You really don’t have to stay, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere,” Ben says definitively.

You’re sure you’re blushing again, but it’s quickly overshadowed by your grimacing in pain as Billy gently rotates and palpates your foot. Ben’s presence calms you down massively as Billy runs some tests to determine the extent of your injury.

After it’s determined that it’s just a bad sprain, Billy puts you in a boot and gives you crutches to get around for the next few days. He says to go for an x-ray if it doesn’t improve in the next two weeks, but that you should be walking fine by then.

Once you’re cleared to leave, Ben offers to grab your stuff from the media team offices as you rack your brain to think about how you’re going to get both yourself and your car home.

He returns with your bag slung over his shoulder and another gentle, heartwarming, completely irresistible smile on his face.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need to call my parents and see when they’ll be able to make it,” you tell him. “It might be a while, but I’m fine to wait here. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time.”

Ben just furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t your parents live in North London?”

You just blink at him for a second, completely surprised that he remembers this detail you hardly remember sharing with him, before nodding.

“That could take hours with traffic, I’ll just take you,” he insists.

“That’s really nice, Ben, but I also have to get my car home somehow.”

“So I’ll drive you home in your car, then Uber back to get mine later,” he says nonchalantly.

“Ben-“

“Please just let me do this, Y/N,” Ben pleads. “I swear it’s no trouble.“

After a moment of deliberation, you find yourself agreeing with him. It could take hours for your parents to get here, and you’re really looking forward to being home on your couch after the day you’ve had.

He helps you down to the car park, matching your slow pace and opening all the doors for you, and then helps you get into the passenger seat of your car. You feel mildly embarrassed that he has to drive your tiny little vehicle that probably cost only a fraction of his weekly pay, but he immediately tells you how nice it is and cracks a joke about how much cleaner it is than his own, putting you at ease.

You play some music while he drives, chatting about some of the recent changes at the club as you give him directions to your flat. About halfway there, you notice how his phone that he placed in the drink holder between you is incessantly buzzing.

“Do you need to get that?”

“No, it’s alright,” Ben shrugs. “Probably just the boys. I was supposed to go to my mate’s house after we wrapped up, but I’ll text them and explain. He won’t mind.”

You instantly feel terrible for keeping him from hanging out with his friends on a rare day off from training.

“Ben, I-“

“Y/N, it’s really no big deal,” he says, looking over at you now that you’re stopped at a red light. “They’re not going to care that I bailed on playing FIFA to help my injured friend.“

You nod and smile at him, holding his gaze until the light turns green and the person behind you is honking at you to drive.

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The next few days pass fairly uneventfully as you’re laid up on your couch icing your ankle and watching Netflix.

Thankfully, you didn’t have any in-person work commitments this week, and you’re able to do some prep for next week’s interviews from the comfort of your own home.

Although the injury is certainly a disruption to your routine, the most significant change is the sheer amount of attention you’ve been receiving from Ben ever since.

After he helped you get home and learned that your flatmate is on holiday for two weeks and you would be home all alone, he insisted on staying and making you something to eat. He only left once he was confident that you were comfortable and had everything you needed.

Since then, he’s texted you way more than he ever has before, constantly checking in and asking if you need anything. As much as you would love for him to come over every day and watch movies or have dinner with you, you have a nagging feeling that he just feels guilty about your injury. You like him so much, even more so for how sweet and attentive he’s being, but you don’t want to take advantage of that kindness.

After the third day of being bored at home, though, you’re starting to go a little stir crazy, and it’s hard to resist when Ben texts you.

True to his word, Ben shows up at 5:45 with Nando’s for both of you, having remembered your order from one time you went together after an interview he did for Sky.

After teasing him during dinner for never having finished the films, you decide to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie, Ben helping you settle in on the couch with your leg up before sitting right next to you.

As time passes, he gets progressively closer to you, until his arm is resting on the back of the sofa. He’s not quite touching you, but after he selects the next film, silently looking at you to see if you want him to stay, you feel a bit braver. After nodding with a smile, prompting Ben to hit play and settle back into the cushions, you shift slightly closer to him and lean into his body.

“You’re warm,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to justify your closeness when you feel his muscles tense slightly.

When you feel him shift away from you, you’re completely humiliated for misreading the situation. What on earth were you thinking trying to cuddle with him? You don’t cuddle with your other friends.

But these thoughts are quickly shut down as Ben grabs the blanket from the opposite end of the couch and drapes it over both of you, then raises his arm to invite you to lean back into him with a smile on his face.

You hesitate only a moment before curling back up to him, your head now resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you.

You’re so comfortable and at ease in this position, despite it being completely new and a bit terrifying, that you can feel yourself drifting off less than halfway through the movie. You swear you feel Ben press a kiss to your forehead, but you’re not sure if it’s real or you’re already dreaming.

When you wake up again, the credits are rolling and Ben is half-asleep with his head resting on top of yours.

“Sorry I fell asleep,” you murmur with a small yawn, reluctantly extracting yourself from his embrace.

“It’s okay, you needed the rest,” Ben says softly, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of use.

God, you want to kiss him so bad.

“It’s late, do you have training in the morning?” you ask.

“Yeah, at nine,” Ben confirms. “So I suppose I should get going. Do you need anything before I do?”

“No, thank you, though,” you say. “For everything, Ben. You’ve been so amazing, I really cant thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Ben says softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’ve always been so nice and supportive when I was injured, whether you’re interviewing me about it or we’re just chatting privately, and I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate you.”

Your cheeks are growing hotter as you hold his gaze, his bright blue eyes staring into yours with a new kind of intensity you’ve never seen before.

As much as you desperately want to lean in and press your lips to his, or even tell him how you feel, you’ve grown to treasure your connection with him too much to risk anything. You have to be sure.

“You’re welcome, Ben,” you say. “I’m glad I could help. I’ve always hated seeing you go through that.”

Ben nods, squeezing your hand once more before letting go.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, keep taking it easy and feel free to call me if there’s anything you need. At all.”

“Thanks,” you say once again, rising and grabbing your crutches to walk him out and so you can lock the door behind him. “I’ll be okay. But I will probably have to miss the game on Sunday, not sure I’ll be up for the journey to Newcastle.”

You hate missing Chelsea games, whether they’re home or away, but even if you secure a spot on the team jet and you have a comfy spot in one of the boxes, it would be a lot to navigate on crutches.

“Of course, we’ll all miss seeing you, though,” Ben says. “Won’t feel right doing the interview with someone else after we win.”

“I love the confidence, but you speak with other interviewers all the time,” you tease him gently.

“Yeah, and I always wish they were you,” he admits as he slides his shoes on. “Good night, love.”

He steps forward, cupping your face and pressing another kiss to your forehead - this one definitely not a dream - but pulls back much too quickly for your liking.

“Good night, Ben,” you’re barely able to choke out, your heart rate nearly triple its usual pace.

The moment he’s gone, you crutch back over to the sofa and flop down, letting out a long exhale.

Surely, he would’ve kissed you when he had the chance if he fancied you, right?

But, at the same time, no matter how nice of a person he is or how much he treasures your friendship, you doubt he would spend his whole evening cuddling with you if he didn’t want to.

As you settle in and press play on yet another movie - the perks of not having work in the morning - you try to put all thoughts of Ben out of your mind. This proves difficult, considering the blanket you’re using still smells a bit like his cologne, and because you haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the day you met.

The next week, after Chelsea defeat Newcastle 3-1 with a spectacular assist from Ben that you really wish you could’ve seen in person, you’re back at work.

You’re doing an interview with Pochettino this afternoon to talk about the win and how the season is turning around, which is a great opportunity for you, career-wise.

You just wish that it hadn’t happened on a day when you’re still hobbling around in a boot and Brian is stuck in traffic, meaning you have to set up for the interview yourself. Thankfully, you’re no longer on crutches, but by the second trip down the stairs from the media office to the room where you’re doing the interview, your ankle is really starting to protest all the walking.

Just as you’re taking a break in the middle of the stairwell, propping the tripod you were carrying up against the wall and taking a seat, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching and mentally prepare yourself to explain what you’re doing just chilling on the stairs.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the familiar voice calling your name relaxes you a bit, your shoulders slumping as you see the same smile that has been imprinted in your brain for the past week.

“Someone told me you were in today but I couldn’t find you in the media office,” he says, the smile on his face fading as he notes your slightly pained expression. “Are you alright, love?”

Since your injury, he’s called you “love” more times than you can ever recall him saying to anyone before, making your stomach fill with butterflies every time.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist. “Just…taking a break.”

Ben narrows his eyes, and you know you aren’t fooling him, as much as you don’t want any more pity or guilty looks from him.

“In the stairwell? Wait - you aren’t carrying equipment yourself, are you? Y/N-“

“Brian’s stuck in traffic, and I’m interviewing Poch in an hour. I’m not going to waste his time because we were late to set up.”

“Y/N, there’s no way I’m letting you carry anything else down these stairs,” Ben says seriously, reaching out to carry the tripod under one arm and offering you a hand with the other.

You take his hand and let him pull you to your feet, but you still can’t help but protest.

“Don’t you have training right now?”

“Nah, just finished,” he says, beginning to walk down the stairs and keeping a hand hovering behind your back as if he’s afraid you’ll topple over. “We have a break for lunch now before we hit the gym.”

“But-“

“I’ll have plenty of time to help you and eat,” Ben says, now countering your arguments for accepting help before you can even make them.

Once you get down to the room of the interview, Ben insists you sit down and elevate your leg while he grabs the rest of the stuff. On his final trip, he comes back with your folder of notes in one hand and a bag with lunch and drinks for both of you in the other.

You don’t know how he keeps continuing to surprise you with his sweet gestures, but somehow he’s one-upped himself yet again. You sit on the floor and eat the sandwiches he grabbed from the cafeteria together while he helps you review your talking points for the interview.

He doesn’t get up to leave until Brian arrives to finish setting up, ensuring that someone will be there to prevent you from doing any more physical labour.

“Can I give you a ride home today?” Ben offers as he helps you up off the floor. “You still can’t drive with that on, right?”

You glance down at the cumbersome boot. Unfortunately, you did injure your driving foot, which means you had to get an Uber here today. You’re about to tell him you can get another one home, not wanting to inconvenience him any more, but you know that he’s just going to refuse.

“That would be great, Ben, thanks,” you smile, squeezing his hands before letting go. “I should be done here in about an hour and a half.”

“That’s perfect,” he grins. “Good luck with the interview, I know you’ll smash it.”

He jogs away to head to the gym, which you suspect he’s now late for, leaving you in a bit of a daze with a completely lovestruck expression on your face.

“Someone’s got a crush,” Brian says a moment later with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“I-I do not,” you insist quickly, your eyes wide.

“I was talking about Chilly,” he says, chuckling a bit at your frantic denial. “But now that you mention it, you have always gotten on particularly well with him. No wonder the fans are always commenting about the vibes between you.”

“Oh, shush,” you roll your eyes. “There are no…vibes. He’s just being nice because of my ankle.”

“Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Brian retorts sarcastically.

You pull out your phone and see that the Instagram stories you posted earlier are garnering lots of attention, your replies full of fans commenting on how sweet Ben is - something you’re well aware of.

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Thankfully, Brian can’t tease you much longer before Poch shows up for the interview. You say hello and settle in before getting started.

About 30 minutes later, you have everything you need from him and thank the coach for his time and a great conversation. You and Brian head back to the media offices to get to work on early edits of the video, a part of the process that you’re not really required to help with, but you always enjoy being as involved as possible.

You’re wrapping up and sending the file to the media team for final edits when Ben appears in the doorway, freshly showered and now wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie that really look unfairly good on him instead of his training kit.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I’ll just grab my bag-"

Ben is already walking over and grabbing it for you so you don’t have to carry anything, and you both say goodbye to Brian before heading for the car park.

He opens the door to his car for you, even though you’re definitely capable of getting in yourself now, and then he begins to drive to your place, no longer requiring any directions.

“So, how was the interview?” Ben asks after a moment of comfortable silence.

“It was great,” you say. “He speaks very highly of you, you know. Not that I blame him after that assist on Sunday.”

“You watched?” Ben asks, his eyes lit up with joy as he glances over at you.

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna miss it just cause I couldn’t be there in person,” you smile. “You were brilliant.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from Ben’s gorgeous smile as he continues to drive - improved only by your compliments being the reason for it.

You continue to chat about the game and other things until you arrive in front of your building. It’s hard to keep the slightly sad expression off your face when Ben pulls into the driveway and you know you have to say goodbye to him again.

All you want is to drag him inside with you and never let him go, but you know that isn’t realistic. Sure, he’s been wonderful and caring and attentive all week, but you’re sure that as soon as your ankle heals, everything will go back to how it was.

“Are you okay?” Ben asks once he puts the car in park and notices the look on your face. “Is it your ankle? Is it bothering you?”

“No, no,” you say, quickly dissuading his worries. “It’s nothing, I’m all good.”

He nods, but the concerned expression doesn’t quite leave his face. “I’ve been worried about you. You know, being here by yourself and stuff.”

Though your stomach flips once again at his soft tone, you try to ignore it. He’s just being nice. He’s a nice person. That’s why you like him so damn much.

“It’s okay, my mum has come around a few times and my flatmate will be home on Saturday,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m completely fine. I know you feel a bit guilty, but it’s just a sprained ankle. You’ve been so sweet looking after me, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Ben blinks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s not…I mean, I did feel a bit guilty, but that’s not why I wanted to take care of you. It’s because I care about you.”

You frown in confusion. “I’m not saying you don’t care about me, Ben, I care about you too, but-“

“Y/N, for gods sake,” Ben cuts you off, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just that I care about you, okay? I care about the boys, but I don’t exactly turn up with dinner and cuddle with Reece or Trev when they’re injured.”

As you realize what he’s implying, your breath catches in your throat and you find it hard to speak at all, let alone say the right thing.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but the only thing you can think to do in the moment is the thing you’ve been dreaming about doing for the past three years - you lean across the console and press your lips firmly to his.

You have a brief feeling of terror that you’ve misunderstood what he was saying, until Ben starts to kiss you back and you no longer have any thoughts in your brain that aren’t of his lips.

He parts his mouth slightly and you kiss him harder, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You sigh into his mouth, in pure ecstasy as he kisses you like his life depends on it.

You only part when you both need to come up for air, and even then, you’re reluctant to pull away from him, lingering close. Ben brushes his nose against yours, and you watch as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to,” you murmur, slowly pulling back from him. “Why…why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since we work together a lot,” Ben admits. “I thought about bringing it up every time we hung out outside of work, but I always chickened out.”

“Oh,” you exhale, your mind whirring with a million different thoughts. “I never knew you felt that way about me.”

Ben raises an eyebrow. “I flirt with you all the time! There’s a reason the fans are always posting about us online, saying I fancy you and stuff. I thought it was obvious.”

You could nearly scream at your own obliviousness - if only because it delayed what was just most definitely the best kiss of your life - but you never thought in a million years that Ben would choose you over all the other options he has available to him, over all the perfect girls you’ve seen fawn over him at games and parties.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me now, even if it took me falling over and injuring myself for us to get here,” you laugh under your breath, making him roll his eyes at you with affection.

“I’m definitely not glad you got hurt, but I was happy to have an excuse to spend more time with you,” Ben admits. “I just…always want to spend time with you.”

You’re blushing like crazy again, but this time, you don’t care that Ben can see. When he reaches out to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, you don’t shy away from him, your bashful smile mirroring his.

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asks. “There’s this amazing French restaurant in Richmond, I would love to take you if you want.”

You’re giddy at the thought of an actual, romantic first date with Ben, though you’ve felt more romance eating sandwiches on the floor and chatting in crowded stadiums and walking to get coffee with him than you have on any “real” first date you’ve ever had.

“I would love to,” you smile.

“Okay,” Ben grins. “I’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

You nod, feeling pure elation as Ben begins to lean in to seal your agreement with a kiss. It feels so natural, it’s hard to believe your first one was just minutes ago.

“Can I help you inside?” Ben offers once you’ve pulled away again.

He knows full well that you’re completely capable of walking to the door by yourself, but you’re not offended by his chivalrous behaviour, especially now that you know he has a very good reason for it.

“Only if you kiss me again at the door,” you respond, smirking at him playfully, and his eyes light up with delight.

“I can definitely do that.”

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#ben chilwell #cfc #chelsea fc #chelsea men v bournemouth september 17 2023 #29:14

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puli and chilly <3

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my babygirl 🥺

#chelsea #ben chilwell #actually the most handsome man ever

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England NT Inside Access, 25 March 2024

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no strong feelings about this whatsoever

#chelsea fc #ben chilwell #CAPTAIN CHILLY #captain armband with no shirt goes crazy I think

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Manchester City Vs. Chelsea | UEFA Champions League Final | post-match interview | 29.05.2021

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neverinadream · 10 months

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Forbidden To Me

Summary: You're forbidden to him but a little bit of touching never hurt anyone.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Own My Mind - Måneskin

Warnings: captain!ben, 18+, minors dni, smut, ehhh....you could probably class this as a forbidden relationship, coworkers (reader works as the club's photographer), dom!ben, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl...), praise kink-ish, fingering, eye contact, aftercare, not edited

Notes: that armband made me feel a lot of things!! i apologise for this being short, i haven't exactly written for ben in a very very long time. did we like it? is what you wanted anon??? anyway, feedback is always appreciated

He pulled the cup of your bra and sucked your nipple into his mouth. "Ben," you gasped, his name coming out like a desperate plea as he bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a mark in spot where only you could see.

"Already so fucking wet for me, baby," he groans, pushing his hand under your panties. His fingers slip between your slick folds and dragged your arousal from your opening up and over your clit. He loved the way you squirmed underneath him, rolling your hips to chase more friction and the cute whimpers that passed your lips. "You just had to come on this trip, didn't you?" His cock twitches in his shorts and involuntarily fucks the hardened length against your thigh, softly panting against your neck as he kisses up it. "Couldn't have said no?" He nips at your ear.

"I go where the boss wants me," you reply, dragging your fingers through the damp strands of his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp. His eyes flutter shut and he quietly groans, the noise rumbling low his chest. "Besides," you mumble, giving his hair a soft tug to make him look at you, "who's going to make you look pretty in that captain's armband?" Your free hand runs over to spot the white band had been earlier that night, and you bite your bottom lip thinking about the way his bare, tattooed skin had glistened with sweat. A whimper passes your lips and your cunt flutters around the single digit inside you at the thought.

He chuckles low. "Liked it, did you?" He teases, adding a second finger. He hooks them to stroke the soft spot at the front and keeps rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying the right amount of pressure that has you crying his name. "Liked seeing me wearing it?"

"Why do you think I was so wet when you came up here?" You whisper into his ear. "Thought about it so much that I had to touch myself in the shower. Cried your name too as I came."

A giggle dances on your lips as he drops his head into your shoulder, groaning against your warm skin. "Don't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because we made a promise to each other-"

"-a very stupid promise-"

"-but a promise nonetheless," he talks over you, disliking the 'no sex' promise you had made in the previous season as much as you did.

He could touch you and you could touch him, but he could never fuck you, or ever ask you out on a date, not unless you both wanted a meeting with the club's HR department. And for now, you had stuck to the promise, even if you were both desperate to experience more.

"You thought about me, huh?" He continues to pump you with his fingers, watching the pleasure build up in your face as you climbed higher to meet your orgasm. He frowned as you closed your eyes. "Eyes open, pretty girl," he instructed, holding your chin, "I want to see exactly how your eyes look when you come apart for me." His eyes poured into yours as you opened them, and you both moaned approvingly.

You whimper, taking a deep breath feeling him slipping in a third finger, and you pulsate around them as he scissors them to fill you up more. "Fucking hell, Ben," you cry, thighs shaking and fisting your hands into the hotel sheets.

"Bet it didn't feel this good, did it? Couldn't take your fingers as good as you take me?" He drops to kiss your forehead. That was another rule: your lips were forbidden to be kissed. "Squeezing me so tightly," he pulls away, bringing his gaze back to your eyes, "ready to come for me?" You nod your head and he tuts. "Say it," he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper, "say: 'I'm ready to come for you'."

You loop your arms around his neck and weave your fingers into the back of his hair. His lips rest against yours as you pull him in closer. "I'm ready to come for you," you repeat his own words, your voice shaking as you struggle to maintain control. You never break eye contact as your orgasm rips through you, and you can barely focus on the words that are coming out of his mouth. You make out "good girl" and "you're doing so well for me," but the rest is history to you.

He collapsed beside you, stroking his fingers gently over the outline of your face. "You look so pretty when you come for me," he murmurs, a smile pinching on the corners of his lips. He props himself up on one elbow and dips to kiss your cheek. "One day, I'm gonna break that promise," he whispers into your ear, pulling away to see your reaction as he says, "have you finally come on my cock and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked."

Heat creeps into your cheeks and you try to wash it away with a deep breath. "But not tonight, Captain," you tell him, tapping your finger lightly against the end of his nose. You purposely added 'Captain' onto the end, giggling once more as he groans and hides his face.

He looks over at the door, knowing he would have to leave soon. "Can I stay a little longer?"

"Sure that's a good idea?" You raise your eyebrow, watching him drag his eyes away from the door and slowly back to you. He shrugs his shoulders. "Fine," you give in, with no persuasion at all, "but I get to be the big spoon."

"Absolutely not!"

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chelseachilly · 23 days

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my priority

pairing: ben chilwell x reader warnings: none, just sickening fluff and reader taking care of ben while he's ill 🥹❤️‍🩹 word count: 1.6k

a/n: just a bit of fluff i wrote earlier this week when it was gross and rainy out here and i saw ben was out with a cold, wasn't gonna post it as i'm not sure i like it but felt like we could all use some cheering up after today's game 😔 hope ben is feeling better and back for everton!!

It’s a gloomy, dreary day - not uncommon for this time of year in London, but still doing little to lift your spirits as you get through the workday.

It’s bad enough that you have to get through a day of back-to-back meetings with hardly a moment to catch your breath, but you’re also counting down the seconds until you can leave and get home to your sick boyfriend.

It absolutely broke your heart leaving Ben this morning, on his third day of a terrible cold that’s completely taken him out of action. You made sure he took some medicine and had a bit to eat before you left, but you would’ve given anything to stay by his side. You managed to work from home and take care of him the past two days, but you knew that today it would be impossible with the in-person meetings you had to attend.

Although there’s still work to be done, you pack up your things and leave the moment the meetings are over, resigning yourself to the fact that you’ll have to do some more work tonight.

Aside from a quick stop to pick up Ben’s favourite chicken soup and some more cold medicine, you head straight home. You’re dripping with rain from the brief walk from the car to the front door, and you quickly take off your shoes and coat before heading into the kitchen to drop the supplies you picked up.

Before you go upstairs to get changed, you follow the sound of the TV quietly playing and poke your head in the living room. You breathe a small sigh of relief when you see Ben laying on the couch, his soft snores drowned out by the post-match commentary of the football game he fell asleep watching.

It takes everything in you to tear yourself away and go get out of your wet clothes, knowing it won’t do either of you any good if you join him on the couch in this state. You quickly run upstairs and take off all of your clothing, tossing it into the laundry bin before changing into some comfy pyjama pants and one of Ben’s softest t-shirts.

When you’re done, you make your way back down to the TV room and crouch in front of your sleeping boyfriend. He looks so peaceful that you almost don’t want to wake him, but you know he’s probably overdue to take some more medicine.

You gently card your fingers through his hair to wake him, smiling as his eyes flutter open and you’re greeted with the beautiful blue eyes that first captured your heart years ago. From the moment you met his piercing gaze, you knew you were in trouble, and the charming smile that followed sealed your fate.

Ben mumbles your name as he slowly rouses from his sleep, blinking as he takes in his surroundings.

“Hi, baby,” you say softly, continuing to stroke his hair the way he likes as he shuts his eyes in contentment. “How are you feeling? Any better than this morning?”

“Maybe a little better,” he says, his voice a bit hoarse. “I slept most of the day.”

“That’s good,” you murmur, cupping his face and brushing your thumb over the stubble that has appeared after a few days without him shaving. “Did you manage to eat anything else?”

“Mhm, I finished up the last of that chicken soup.”

“Good boy,” you smile, glad that he’s taken care of himself in your absence. “I got some more on my way home. Want me to go heat it up for you? You need to take more meds too.”

Ben nods, smiling sleepily as he leans into your hand and nuzzles his cheek against your palm.

“You’re the best,” he says. “After I eat can we cuddle and watch something together?”

Although you really should get some more work done tonight, you’re completely powerless against him when he’s so adorable and feeling so poorly.

“Of course, my love,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead before reluctantly pulling away from him so you can go prepare dinner. “I’ll be right back.”

Ben groans slightly at the loss of contact, and your heart aches even though you’re just going to the next room and you’ll be back within minutes.

He’s been particularly clingy since he got back from the England camp. He was all over you from the moment he got home, demanding lots kisses to make up for all the days you were apart - which you were more than happy to give. He continued to be a bit more cuddly than normal over the first few days he was home, mostly because his knee was hurting after the knock he picked up against Belgium and he was obviously worried that it might be something serious.

As always, you sprung into nurse duty and made sure he got plenty of rest, and plenty of “healing cuddles” as he once called them in a drug-induced state after his knee surgery a couple years ago. You never let him live that name down, but you’ve also never failed to provide them when he’s injured or sick.

Now that he’s ill, the clinginess has been dialled up to a ten, which made it even more difficult to leave him alone all day.

You quickly heat up the soup for both of you and grab some fruit and other snacks for yourself, and for Ben if he’s feeling up to something else. You load everything onto a tray and bring it out to the living room, setting it down on the coffee table.

Ben forces himself into a seated position to eat, and you gently rub his upper back as he starts coughing. Once he’s recovered from the sudden coughing fit, you carefully help situate him with the warm bowl of soup atop a pillow on his lap. You also pass him a pill and a glass of water to wash it down.

“Thanks, babe,” Ben says with a small smile.

You both finish your dinner fairly quickly, and you’re glad that his appetite seems to be slowly returning. After you clean up the dishes, you return to the couch and settle into Ben’s side with well-practiced ease.

No matter how much stress you’re under at work or how many worries are plaguing your mind, there’s truly nothing that quiets the world like curling up in the arms of your boyfriend.

Tonight, when Ben is feeling so rotten and in need of comfort, he isn’t content with your usual cuddle position while watching TV, he wants to be as close to you as physically possible.

He gently nudges you so you lay down fully on your back. Knowing what he wants without any explanation, you open your arms so he can crawl into your embrace. He rests his head on your chest, his arm snaking around your waist and your legs tangling together.

He breathes out a sigh of contentment as you begin to stroke his hair again, lightly scratching his scalp with your fingers the way he likes. You’re grateful that he gave up on insisting you stay away to avoid getting sick within the first day of his illness, as you would hate to be sleeping in a separate room or sitting on opposite ends of the couch when he needs you the most. It seems to have been worth the risk, as you’re sure you would be showing some symptoms by now if you were going to catch it.

“Missed you today,” Ben murmurs, slipping his hand under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your lower back in the most innocent way possible, just wanting to feel you.

“I missed you too,” you say with a kiss to his forehead. “I’m sorry I had to go in today.”

“It’s okay, baby, not your fault that you’re so important and the company wouldn’t last a day without you,” he says, making you roll your eyes affectionately.

He’s always singing your praises, talking about how smart and successful you are to anyone who will listen. Your work isn’t nearly as exciting as his, but for every time you brag to your friends and family about a goal he scored or an international call-up, he’s just as quick to tell them about your latest promotion or a conference you spoke at.

“You’re my priority, though,” you remind him. “And I’m working from home for the rest of the week. My boss already approved it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Ben says, though he kisses your neck in gratitude.

“I want to, I hated leaving you today,” you say, continuing to press kisses to his hair and any part of his face you can reach. “I’ll be here until you’re all better.”

Ben smiles against your skin. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too, Benji,” you say, squeezing him close to you.

You put on an episode of an old sitcom you both love and have seen a hundred times, knowing Ben will fall asleep shortly after the medication you gave him.

It’s not long before you can feel his breaths even out and you glance down to see your boyfriend fast asleep on top of you. You know that you should try to extricate yourself from his embrace and go do a bit of work, but the way he whines slightly and holds you tighter in his sleep when you try to do so makes you change your mind.

Your inbox can wait until the morning - for now, you just settle further into the couch and focus on the show you’re watching and the feeling of holding Ben in your arms. There’s nothing more important than this.

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Deep end

Summary: Y/N who’s struggling with infertility started to distance herself from Mason. How will the Chelsea boy react ? Will they work It out in the end, or have they already fallen into the deep end ?

Warnings: Mention of infertility, a lot of angst

Note: This made feel so emotional. Hope you like it. Also I might make a part 2 of it.

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Negative.

Once again, negative.

I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror: red rims around my puffy,bloodshot eyes , rosy nose and cheeks. I’ve been crying for an hour now. I sighed and unlocked the bathroom door after throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Mason and I have been trying to have a baby for a year now but every single test we did turned negative. And I’d be lying if I say that this whole situation hasn’t affected our relationship . We’re not who we used to be, and I don’t know if we can ever go back to the couple that we used to be.

I grabbed my phone to find a text from Mason.

From Mason:

Stacey is home. I invited her and the whole family :)

To Mason:

Of course. I’ll prepare dinner.

I no longer tell him about the test results. It’s something that I’ve decided because what’s the point of telling someone over and over again that he won’t be a father?That he won’t have a kid to teach how to play football. He always plays tough when he’s around me but I know it’s killing him too. I,once,heard him gasp from crying when he thought he was alone at home. And honestly,I don’t want him to be torn every time. I kept the grief to myself.

When Mason is around I always try to act occupied with work or sleep early just to avoid him. I don’t know why but I often find myself refusing his sex offers,thankfully he was understanding and never forced me to do something that I don’t want to.To me making love isn’t about having fun with the man you love anymore, it’s just a procedure to get pregnant… but will always end with disappointment.

Sometimes I look at him and think: Won’t he be happier with someone else ? Won’t someone else give him what he needs whenever he wants to ?

“Hi” he whispered when he walked in the kitchen.Hi, good morning, good night is all that we say to each other lately. “Hi” i greeted him without making eye contact. I can’t look at him. His eyes remind me of my failure. Uncomfortable silence filled the room. How the hell did we turn into strangers that live together? “ I, um, I’ll be upstairs. They should be here in an hour” he mumbled awkwardly,scratching the back of his head. I nodded and watched him disappear upstairs. I finished dinner and changed minutes before the doorbell rang. When I went back downstairs I found Mason opening the door. Summer,Poppy and Harley jogged towards him and wrapped their tiny arms around his legs. He lifted them one by one to plant a kiss on their cheeks.

“Aren’t you going to greet us Y/N” I didn’t realise that I was staring at Mason and the kids when Lewis joked. I hugged him tightly and explained” I’m sorry. I blacked out. Hello everyone please come in” I squeezed all of them and we all went to the living room. I grabbed some drinks and snacks and sat next to Mason who had Summer on his lap. They were both laughing. Every laugh breaks my heart a little bit more.

“ Since you’re home now,will you come to Stamford bridge and watch me play ?” He addressed to Stacy who was wiping Poppy’a mouth with a napkin. His arm wrapped around my shoulder-just like the old days- and it’s the first physical touch we had in a while. I didn’t push his arm away actually, it was the first time that I feel comfortable with him touching me. Maybe because we weren’t alone?

“Of course I’ll come to watch my baby brother”

An hour later,I,with the help of Lewis and Stacey,set up the dinner table. And we started eating.

“So how are you two,love birds?” Mine and Mason’s gaze landed on Stacey and we both faked a smile “We’re okay” we said at the same time.

“Are you staying in England for a long time ?” I tried to have a conversation with her to break the awkward silence and be a good host.

“I’ll leave right after New Year’s Eve. By the way the food is so delicious.”

“I know right. She makes the best food. Mason is a lucky bastard.” Lewis quipped.

“I know I am“ I glanced at him and frowned my eyebrows.

“Thank you guys.I’m glad you liked it”

The kids finished first and wanted to play with Mason while Debbie insisted that she will clean the table. We watched as Summer covered Mason’s eyes from behind and innocently asked him to guess who’s behind him. “Um.. I’m not sure.Is it Lewis?” He played along making them giggle so hard “ No.Uncle Mase it’s me Summer”.

I found myself smiling so big, but I looked away when my eyes met his.

“He’s so good with kids. I’m sure he’ll make a great father one day.” Stacey rested her head on my shoulder”Are you considering having kids ?” I looked down at her,her gaze was still on Mason and the kids.

“I-I can’t-“ I didn’t know what to say but thankfully Jasmine unintentionally saved me “ Can we go home ? I’m so tired and sleepy”. We said our goodbyes and they immediately went home leaving us alone,again. After closing the door,Mason approached me ,wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close without any warning. “Mason-“ I tried to gently push him away “Mason please”. He stopped and looked in my eyes. His eyes were full of hurt and devastation. “I can’t even hug you now ? Great. That’s great!” He laughed in disbelief.

“Why didn’t you tell your family ?” I ignored his sentence.

“ tell them what ?” He frowned.

“ That I can’t conceive.. that I can’t give them what they want. That I can’t give YOU what you want” my voice cracked.

“ Why do they need to know ? » he sighed « We’re young Y/N and we can always try again if that’s what you really want.I still have hope.”

“Hope?” I laughed “Hope is the most devastating thing. Hope is cruel.”

Would I be this shattered if I didn’t have hope ?

“ Kids aren’t what I want anymore. You know what I badly want ? I want my wife back. Yes I would be happy if we had a child but I would be happier if i still had the old Y/N.Whoever is standing in front of me right now isn’t the girl that I loved. I feel like I don’t know you anymore Y/N. Are we together just to have kids ? What about love ? What about you and I Y/N ?” He ran a hand through is hair” how did we end up like this ?” His voice was full of hurt. I looked down at my feet and mumbled”The girl that you loved won’t come back. I’m sorry.” I stared off into the distance,trying so hard to hold back my tears.

“That’s all you got huh ? I want to help you Y/N, but you keep pushing me away. Do you think I didn’t notice you crying in the bathroom whenever you think I’m asleep ? I didn’t want to force you into talking about it I wanted you to willingly open up to me so we can work it out together but you never did. And I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of you treating me like a stranger.”

He shouted,fist pushing the wall and walked out of the house leaving me sobbing with my head in my hands. Of course he’ll get sick of this. But he’ll never understand how worthless I feel when he slightly touches me. I don’t know why he has never lost hope or why he has never given up on me.

Four hours passed since he left and I was starting to worry. Has something bad happened to him ?

To Declan:

Hi sorry for bothering you but I wonder is Mason at yours ?

From Declan:

No he’s not here. Is everything alright ?

To Declan:

Yes. Don’t worry. Good night Dec !

I put my phone on the sofa when I heard the sound of keys in front of the door and rushed to open it and reveal a very drunk Mason leaning on Ben. His eyes were so tipsy, I’ve never seen him this drunk before. After putting him on the bed and going back downstairs Ben stated” Look Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on between you both but Mason isn’t okay at all. He has been playing like shit lately if you haven’t realised it yet. Also he usually never drinks when we have training the next day but look at him now.. Potter is going to scold him so bad tomorrow” I bit my nails titling my head down and nodding “I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry Ben. Thanks for telling me”

I grabbed a glass of water,and walked to the bedroom where he was laying on his back and staring at the ceiling “Here drink this it might help” I handed him the cup.”Y/N?” He called”Why don’t you love me anymore ?” His words hit me like knives,straight in the heart.Did I really cause all this damage? He doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. He deserves so much better. So much better“ I still love you”

He chuckled taking a sip from the cup of water “weird way of showing it” I helped him take off his shoes and change into something more comfortable. “You need to rest Mason. We’ll have this conversation tomorrow when you’re sober enough”

“You don’t even look into my eyes when I’m sober enough” he wiped his eyes” I’m trying to help you heal Y/N. I can’t lose you. If you need space I’ll give it to you, just please don’t leave me” his voice became weaker and weaker as he shut his eyes. His soft snores were heard minutes later. I pulled the blanket to his chest and pushed the hair that fell on his sweaty forehead. “I’m so sorry for burning us down” a tear fell from my eyes and landed on his cheek.

I put my luggage in my car as soon as the sun rose and left a letter on the nightstand next to Mason.

Dear Mason,

I’m sorry I left without telling you. But it’s honesty what I needed. I wanted space so I can figure out our future together. Unfortunately, I couldn’t accept the fact that I am infertile, and it makes me feel less of a woman and I’m deeply sorry for treating you that way, I let my selfishness take the best of me. Every time that you try to get closer, I get flashbacks of how I felt the last time that we tried and had a negative result. You, my dear Mason, are the most important person in my life and I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me but no one can help me except myself in this situation. I promise I’ll be back weather as the old Y/N that you knew or with divorce papers. You don’t deserve to go through this Mason,so if I will still feel the same, I’m afraid I’ll let you go. You can be happy with someone else and start a family. Until then, I love you more than life. Please try to understand and don’t be mad.

PS: I left some painkillers on the nightstand x

Yours sincerely,Y/N.

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avenirdelight · 8 months

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England NT — Random moments from Three Lions training | UEFA EURO 2024 Qualifiers | September 2023 | PART 1

#england nt #england national team #euro 2024 qualifiers camp #september 2023 camp #inside training #england training #kalvin phillips #james maddison #jude bellingham #aaron ramsdale #harry kane #jordan henderson #declan rice #kyle walker #callum wilson #marcus rashford #ben chilwell

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afstory1988 · 1 month

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Nice to see them both on the pitch again, shame there not on the same team anymore.

#football #soccer #chelsea fc #premier league #mason mount #ben chilwell #manchester united

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captainwans · 1 year

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LOVE IS (NOT) EASY.

— B. CHILWELL

pairing: ben chilwell x fem! reader

summary: reliving the harsh words that were shared between the pair, she came to a conclusion that love is definitely not easy.

warning: angst, mentions of curse words, brief injury description, and fluff at the end. happy reading, dolls! <3

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… [Y/N] STARED AT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, her heavy eyes darting across the room with a vacant expression. Her mind relived back to the fight she had with Ben a few hours ago, lingering inside her mind making her want to slam her head against the wall. To say she was having a hard time was an understatement. Her workplace was a literal shitshow, with her boss always nagging and criticizing her every move. One of her closest friends got into an accident, and her important appointments got canceled last minute. At first, she thought speaking to Ben about her troubles would make her feel better, but knowing his critical state, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She thought her situation would get a little better by his presence but instead got a punch in her gut. His words pierced through her chest—like a knife was being held over a fire.

“You’re having a hard time? Fucking look at me, I can’t even walk properly.” Ben chastised, his piercing stare making her feel smaller.

She knew how much his knee injury took a toll on him. She’s been by his side ever since he hit rock bottom. From helping him take on his clothes to carrying him on her back— quite literally, was tough on her too, but she loved him to pieces and knew that he couldn’t handle it all on his own. They had their small moments, but this time his words remained glued to her brain, squeezing her skull and making her want to get on her knees and pour her heart out.

“Don’t do that. Don’t pull your shit onto me, alright? I’m so fucking sick and tired of you blaming everything on me. I gladly let you get vulnerable in front of me, but why can’t I get the same treatment back? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to do the same thing?” [Y/N] snapped, her tone dripped with spite.

A lump formed inside her throat and she looked up, her eyes glistening from the light above her. She clenched her jaw, aggressively blinking to prevent any tears to fall. A dark cloud entered her chest, squeezing her lungs making her let out a shaky breath. Her lips grew thin and she loudly sniffled, rubbing her face with her trembling hand.

Her lips emitted another sigh before opening her mouth, “You can enter the kitchen, you know. It’s your house after all,” she spat, her voice hoarse and dry. She leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched him enter the kitchen.

A look of shame was etched onto his features, his eyebrows furrowed along with a clutched jaw, and [Y/N] wondered if his jaw would break by how tight it was clenched. She watched him nearing her, his hesitant steps making her heart churn with every breath she took. His bright blue eyes were replaced with shallow and sunken eyes. She watched him open his mouth, but she shook her head.

“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. She looked into his eyes, her stoic expression slowly turning softer. The corner of her lips pulled down, shaking as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotion from taking over her. She brought a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring through empty space as her mind went into melancholia.

Ben’s chest tightened, feeling his throat close making him almost choke on air. The guilt was slowly, painfully eating him from the inside and he wanted nothing more than to take his words back, but he couldn’t and that left him with a heavy heart. His brows pulled up, knitting in the middle as he contemplated his next move. He knew she wanted distance, but he couldn’t help but inch closer to wipe away a lone tear from her cheek.

[Y/N] looked at him, feeling his hand gently drifting to hold the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. She allowed her body to sink into his warmth, her eyes closing in the process as she reminisced about his touch—oh how much she missed his touches.

Ben’s lip curved up slightly, slowly inching closer. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and gently titled her head with his hand. He watched her opening her eyes, her glossy eyes avoiding his. He opened his mouth but closed it, his words stuck in his throat. He sighed, his fingers softly drawing circles on her skin.

As much as she tried to keep it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her. She fell into his arms, her arms tightly holding his waist as she let her guard down. She gasped between her cries, making her have a hard time catching a breath. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his body as he slowly rocked them back and forth.

Ben sniffled, hiding his face in her hair, and squeezed her tighter, afraid if she could disappear at any second. He let her pour her heart out, her cries making his heart clench. “It’s okay, darling. I got you.” he whispered into her ear, profusely muttering his apologies.

She let out a whimper, slowly pulling away. She met his pained expression, his glistening eyes mirroring hers. “I’m sorry, Ben. I-I’m so so sorry.” she stuttered, her voice cracking making him shake his head.

Ben cupped her face with his hands, his eyes slightly wide at her words. “No, no, baby. I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. You’re right, [Y/N], I’m your boyfriend. I have one job, and I can’t even do that. Therapy has been hard, along with training, but that doesn’t explain the argument we had. I’m the one to blame, not you. I acted like a complete fool and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I know you’re in a rough patch right now and you don’t deserve that—any of it. I’m sorry for not being there for you enough like you’re there for me.” He expressed, his voice wavering.

Hot tears trickled down his face and he quickly wiped them with his wrist. He looked down, a deep scowl forming on his handsome features. Ben sniffled, “It makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I feel so guilty and horrible at the fact that you put aside your needs aside to make me feel better. It’s not fair, [Y/N]. It’s not fucking fair.” he blubbered, his chin trembling like a child.

[Y/N]’s eyes softened, feeling her heart bleed. She reached out, brushing his hair away from his face before cupping his cheek. She leaned his forehead against his, her other hand grasping his trembling hand. She pressed light kisses on his knuckles before turning her gaze to him, already meeting his blue eyes lovingly looking at her like a lost puppy.

She gave him a tired smile, her other hand caressing his stubbed jaw. “You’re not a bad boyfriend, Ben. You’re doing everything you can to make me happy while you’re managing your injury, and that’s enough. I can’t imagine how hard it must feel to not play on the field. It’s your passion—your dream, and it sucks that you can’t be able to engage in the one thing that matters to you the most. I get that, baby. I don’t expect you to return my treatments because I know, very well, that it’s hard for you to do. But maybe a little extra attention would’ve been nice—just you listening would be enough for me.” she admitted, giving him another soft smile, her teary eyes glimmering in the moonlight from the window.

Ben clenched his jaw, biting his lip to prevent himself from breaking down. He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and inched closer to feel her warmth. “And I will. I will listen to you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. I don’t wanna lose you, ” he breathed, closing his eyes with a grimace, feeling his face bruised from all the crying.

She grabbed his chin, gently tilting it up as she leaned in. Ben’s eyes closed, his lips brushing against hers as he moved closer. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” [Y/N] breathed with a small giggle before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he responded with a sigh as he rested a hand on the curve of her hips, his other hand holding her cheek.

Ben slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against hers. His lips curved upwards, a fond smile resting on his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips before voicing his thoughts. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”

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𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

how the world can seem so vast on a journey to the past

Their families were seated outside in her back yard, having a lovely meal in the warm weather — she sat back and observed how everyone was chatting animatedly amongst one another which further added onto the ache she felt deep inside of her heart, as the chatter quieted down, she stood up with her glass raised high as she began to speak with a soft shaky tone, " I’d like thank everyone for coming tonight, my parents haven’t exactly told you why because I wanted you all to be gathered for this occasion "

His brows knit in confusion, her tone had clearly gave away that she hadn’t been feeling well despite her continuous attempts to brush off his concern.

" A few weeks ago, I had applied to the Juilliard School of performing arts because as you know, I’ve been fortunate enough to receive quite the backing from my instructors and today " She paused then swallowed the lump in her throat, " I have received my acceptance letter, I’m in "

His smile fades almost instantly, as his brain recounts the past few weeks in which she was quite on edge, shifty and overall avoiding any and all inquiries regarding her emotional state, he watched as his family along with hers were elated, congratulating her whilst he sat there completely taken back by what he had heard.

Suddenly his mother turns to him and asks him, " Well aren’t you going to congratulate her, darling? "

He nods swiftly then offers her a sweet smile then says, " Congrats love "

She smiled weakly then said, " Thanks Ben "

It was after the dinner party that he had followed her to their corner which was a shed in her backyard, he pushed the door open and walked in. " Love, can I come in? "

She chuckles, " Why are you asking for permission Ben, of course you can? "

He walks in further before sitting next to her, a brief wave of silence envelops them before he decides to ask her with a soft; broken tone. " When were you going to tell me? "

She lets out a soft sigh, " I didn’t want you to figure it out like this so it was best to keep it until we all gathered "

" I thought you’d stay here, that we’d room together like we always said we would " He said, his tone displaying the ache he felt.

She heaves out a soft breath, " You know we can’t do that, you’re dating Carla, the last thing she wants is for you to be rooming with me "

He raised a brow at her remark, " So? you’re my best mate "

" Ben " She groans in frustration. " Are you really that much of an idiot to not realize that a boyfriend having a close female mate let alone a roommate is a big no no? "

" Says who? we’ve been mates since we were kids and not once did I see you in that light even though our mums tried their best to set us up, plus Carla knows that you’re just my best mate " He shrugs, not sure why she was making a big deal out of it. " I just … I don’t wanna get used to not seeing you around anymore "

She giggles at his tone, " There’s plenty ways for us to communicate Benji, Skype, Facetime — so many more, and plus It’s not like I won’t be visiting in the holidays "

He sighs, " I know, it’s just … " he looks up at her then says. " I’ll miss you "

She reaches over to pull him into an embrace then says, " I’ll miss you too Benji, I promise we won’t lose touch "

" We won’t for sure " He reiterated, vowing to make sure they always stay in contact.

And yet, they never did.

Ben had become so occupied with football & Carla that phone calls and messages between him as well as her had lessened as time flew by — Leisurely, he’d stopped asking about her; in turn, so did she.

She’d expected it to happen, given their growing careers yet what she didn’t expect was for them to lose touch entirely so much so that she had barely seen him even during the holidays, she’d known he had broken up with Carla which was also expected given how hectic his footballing schedule was, however she certainly didn’t think he’d also leave his friendship behind.

Until … that one night.

___

2023.

" You know? she’s back from New York … "

Ben had been in the kitchen, chatting with his mother when she had effortlessly brough her up in the midst of their conversation, he grew silent as he recalled the last time they’d spoken which was about three years ago — due to the unfortunate effect of time. " Oh? "

His mother raised a brow, " Oh? that’s what you’ll say, she was your best mate darling "

" Keyword is was, I haven’t been exactly best mate of the year " He murmurs shyly. " And to be fair so was she "

His mother shot him a knowing look, " I don’t seem to recall her being the one to cut you off due to work, she’d show up, visit me and ask about you even though you were the one that stopped talking "

He looks down in shame, " I know "

His mother shakes her head, " Well it’s a good thing you two will see each other soon for Landon’s wedding "

His head shot up at the mention of his school mate’s name, " What do you mean? "

" She’s the maid of honor and you’re the best man so you two will be spending a lot of time together " His mother explained.

Ben’s eyes widened, he had a feeling that she would be less than thrilled with the idea of spending time with him; indeed, at Jill’s home, she had heard the unfortunate news of being paired up with Ben.

—

" You’re not serious, right? " She reiterated with an incredulous tone. " I have to spend time with him "

Jill rolls her eyes, " Babe, please — Landon and Ben are school mates, plus he knows that you have a fucked up history with Ben with the whole leaving because you’re too much of a pussy to admit that you like Ben "

She shot Jill a deadly glare — " I am not a pussy, and plus I’m over Ben, as clearly he’s never once seen me as anything more than a childhood mate, because it was easy for him to cut me off and focus on his footballer lifestyle "

Jill sighs, " Did you ever stop to think that things happened cause of life? "

" It doesn’t matter " She sighs, covering her face. " I will just ignore him "

" Babe " Jill groans.

" Fine I will not ignore him " She huffs.

—

A few weeks later, Landon and Jill had invited her along with Ben for the cake tasting — Ben had arrived early while all three waited for her to arrive, at about five minutes later she sprints inside with an apologetic tone, capturing Ben’s attention immediately, he noted how much longer her hair had gotten, her completely 180 switch in regards to her style of clothing as well as her face which was semi bare of any makeup, only a spec of mascara and lip gloss.

" Hi, Hi … sorry I’m late, I was held up at the dance studio " She states with an apologetic tone, before her eyes landed on Ben. " Benjamin " she said with a cordial tone.

The icy tone felt akin to a knife penetrating his heart, he nods in acknowledgement then looks away as Landon and Jill raise their brows at him almost as if they’re silently asking him to try and do something, as she stood near Ben — a unanimous ping from Jill and Landon caused her to look at them in confusion.

" Oh … Oh would you look at that? we have a mix up cause Landon and I are scheduled to check out venues " Jill said with a sickeningly sweet tone, she turns to Landon. " Shall we babe? "

Landon grins, " Yes we shall? you guys are ok with handling the cake tasting "

Ben grows silent and was about to speak when she suddenly spoke up with a calm tone, " We certainly will, right Benjamin? "

Ben chuckles nervously, " Right? "

The couple depart, leaving both Ben and her in front of several cake samples — the person in charge, an elder woman by the name of Suzanne approached them, " You guys need any help? "

She smiles softly, " Nope, we got this "

Ben eyed her as the pair browsed through the array of cake samples — " Landon likes vanilla with a splash of cinnamon? " he remarks, breaking the wave of awkward silence.

" Jill likes a berry mix with a hint of chocolate " She retorts with a sarcastic tone. " This is her big day "

" And it’s also Landon’s big day " Ben remarks with an eye roll, " Listen … we’ll just go with the vanilla/cinnamon mix "

" Excuse me! " She exclaims with an incredulous tone, " I’m the maid of honor and my main duty is keeping Jill happy "

" And I’m the best man, I want to make sure my best mate Landon is happy " Ben said, his voice rising slightly high.

She chuckles dryly, " You sure are a good friend huh Chilly? "

Ben winced, recalling how their friendship fell out. " Love? " he whispers.

" No, no … you’re best mate of the year Benji, you’re such a caring friend that I’m surprised you never reached out when I was injured, or when my Nan died … it’s like you wiped me out so excuse me for shifting my emotions onto someone that appreciates them " She said with glossy eyes, " So? we are going with Jill’s option for the main cake and Landon’s option for the reception cake, a good compromise "

Ben sighs then nods, " Agreed "

Another wave of awkward silence falls between them before Ben murmurs, " I’m sorry "

She sighs, " It’s pointless Ben, ok … we haven’t spoken in three years so let’s get through this wedding and just, forget this ever happened "

Yet he had no desire to forget nor risk the chance of reconnecting — the weeks that followed were brutal, she either purposefully ignored him as they worked through awkward silence or worse – handed him an obscene amount of work just so that he’d be far away from her as possible.

What’s worse, he’d begun to sense a nagging sense of covetousness lurking in the back of his mind — she seemed to cozy up rather quickly to Jill’s male cousin Freddie, a football player from a Scottish low tier team he wasn’t aware of.

He loathed the feeling, which seemingly kept him up at night – resulting in a string of memories to crash through his mind, he wasn’t blind to her beauty, it was the kind that drew anyone in, even more so as they’ve gotten older, she had her fair share of suitors that were either heartbroken or sent away by her claim that she needed no man.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt a sense of elation each time that happened, could it been? perhaps … what their mothers used to joke about had become a reality, he really was in love with her — he was in love with his best mate.

During the final two weeks leading up to the wedding, Landon and Jill had believed that signing Ben and her up for couples dancing classes would be a delightful idea, oh how they were wrong?

The dance instructor was overzealous, he began his class by saying, " The rules are simple … Tango has no rules, it’s all about following a specific rhythm deep within, it’s the connection between two souls "

She casts a sideway glance at Ben then says with a soft tone, " If you step on my foot, I’ll kick you in the balls "

Ben chuckles, " For that, I just might do it "

As the dance class commenced — a soft upbeat tempo filled the studio as Jill and Landon moved on one end while Ben and her moved on the other, it’d been arduous at first to pretend as if there wasn’t a wave of awkwardness between them yet as they continued to follow the instructions of the dance instructor, a wave of warmth coursed through them with each step, the passion that they concealed was slowly seeping through the cracks.

The song had ended, and as Ben pulled her in, their lips mere inches away, she pulled away muttering something under her breath before storming out, Jill and Landon sharing a look of confusion before Landon asked, " Did you say something? "

Jill sighs, " I’ll talk to her "

He shakes his head before replying, " No, I’ll talk to her "

Ben follows her out to find her leaning up against her car. " Love? "

She blows a soft breath before she finally looks up at him and that's when he noticed her tear stained cheeks which caused his heart to twinge in ache, " I hate you "

" Love, don't say that " Ben sighs in complete dejection.

" No! " She cried — blinking away the tears. " I waited and waited for you to notice me when all you did was brush me off in favor of those pretty girls that come your way, hell you’d ignore me the second you get a girlfriend, our mums could even see it but you … you continuously broke my heart and I … " she laughs softly, " It still beats for you, this stupid battered heart still beats for you "

He tried to approach her only for her to back away, causing him to frown.

" I can’t do it " She sighs walking to the driver’s seat. " Goodbye Ben! "

He watched as she had driven away with a large portion of his heart — as he dejectedly returned to the studio with an enormous amount of ache, Jill said with a concerned tone. " What happened? "

" I lost her " He whispers.

" Ben, mate … no " Landon tried to assure him.

He offers the couple a sympathetic smile before adding, " No, it’s ok "

____

The ceremony was picture perfect from start to finish — everyone gathered at the church to celebrate Landon and Jill who lovingly expressed their emotions with Ben and her standing behind the bride and groom respectively, while she was engrossed in the beautiful sight, he was engrossed entirely in how ethereal she looked in the baby pink gown that complimented her features — and it was at the reception party that he finally decided to confess his feelings.

Only to be stopped by the heart aching sight of her and Freddie together.

Landon suddenly approached him then murmurs, " Mate, go up there and talk to her "

He sighs, " she doesn’t want to talk to me "

" No, she does … Freddie is gay " Landon said.

He raised a brow, " What? "

Landon laughs — " You didn’t know, Jill had mentioned it during the rehearsal dinner "

He tries to think back to that day yet it seems that he’d been too engrossed in looking at her that he failed to listen to anything, " So he’s not …? "

" No he’s not … now please for the love of god, stop being a party pooper and go " Landon had to practically shove him towards her.

Ben tentatively made his way towards her just as Freddie excused himself, she turns to him then says. " Came to make sarcastic remarks and make me feel bad? "

" No, I came to say that I’m an idiot, a complete bafoon, a meat-head, a bone-head, an ar— " He stopped midway when her hand was up.

" I get it … go on " She said with a ponderous sigh.

" I’m sorry love, I’m really truly fucking sorry " He said with an apologetic tone, " I wish I can go back time and undo those three years but I’d been so caught up with football that I forgot that you matter just as much, if not more important than football "

" Ben, don’t say that " She said with a soft tone.

" No, just … just hear me out " He said with an equally soft tone, " You know what these three years taught me, it taught me that the one girl who’s been there for me when times were rough, the one girl I could count on to cheer for me during the academy matches, the one girl who kept me in line when things got overwhelming, the one girl that owns my heart is … you "

" Ben " She sighs dejectedly.

" I love you, I really fucking love you " He said, " If you’d let me, I’d make you the happiest woman there is "

Before she could respond, they hear the guests gathering, she says. " Jill’s gonna throw the flowers "

They walk up to the crowd and then — as if fate had intended for it to happen, the bouquet of flowers lands directly in her hands as the guests clap for her.

She looks at Ben and says, " I guess this is the answer to your question "

He grins, tugging her in for a soft passionate kiss that spoke volumes in regards to their bond — and though, despite not wanting to give in, this journey to the past had brought them back together.

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