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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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do u have any mount or chilly requests?

Not as many as I’d like 👀 so send in all your mase + chilly requests! x

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Could you do an imagine for Timo Werner where he introduces you to his teams mates as his gf?

just did one just like this bub. Right here, happy reading x :)

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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hi :)))) you can write one where pulisic dates a movie star and she wins an oscar and he congratulates her during an interview or an insta post?

Christian was getting interviewed by GQ about the 10 things he can't live without.

"And, finally––though this may be cheating because I can't exactly fit her in my bag––this is the 10th thing I can't live without." He waved you over and, on queue, you were making your way to the other side of the camera, right by Christian. You sat on the desk he had laid his other 9 items across, legs crossed and waving sweetly at the camera.

"This is my girlfriend," Christian introduced, followed by your name. "She's the last essential in the video but absolutely the first one I thought of." He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, running your hand through his now, very short hair. he caught the slight frown you couldn't help but give. "And, she really hates that I cut my hair short."

You rolled your eyes, turning back to the camera. "I mean, come on, I think we can all agree that the grown-out curls are the way to go. Right, GQ?" The cameraman and a few people on the side nodded their heads, causing you to turn back to Christian with a victorious smirk on your face. "See?"

Christian turned to the camera with a serious look on his face. "GQ, how easy is it to cut this part of the video out so I can come up with a replacement 10th essential?" He joked, breaking out into a giggle after he spoke.

"What would the replacement essential be?" you asked, running with the joke.

"Your Oscar," Christian answered without missing a beat. "You see, this girl here is the most talented actress I've ever seen and she's in the Dune sequel. She's so amazing in it that she got her own Oscar for the performance! And I am so, so unbelievably proud of her."

You felt the blush at your cheeks deepen with every word Christian spoke. You were so grateful for all the support and praise.

"Is she blushing?" he asked the camera, seeing as you were facing forward. The cameraman nodded, causing Christian to wrap his arms around you and pull you off the desk and back onto his lap.

"Nu-huh. I don't even care," you played cool, shrugging. But, the bright red tint on your cheeks had already given you away.

"Liar," Christian mumbled against your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He turned back to the director when he asked Christian what made you such an essential to him.

"So, I think the easiest way to put it is that we've been dating for a few years now and sometimes our schedules don't line up because we're both pretty busy. And, I travel a lot for away games and she travels for work. So, whenever we're away, the only thing that's on my mind is her. I always wanna text her, FaceTime her, see what she's up to when we're not together. I love being with her, spending all these years with her and I hope to spend the rest of our lives together. That's what makes her my most important essential."

You were grinning so widely at him as he spoke that your cheeks started to hurt. "Wow, I thought you were gonna save that speech for our wedding vows. Wasted it on a GQ interview, didn't ya?" you joked, nudging his side.

He rolled his eyes, breaking out into a smile himself before turning to the camera. "You see why she's such a keeper and my favorite essential, GQ?"

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Is it possible to request one where you and Timo are dating but the Chelsea team don’t know so when you two are watching tv cuddling and they walk in their just stunned?

“Bub, do you want some of my blanket?" you whispered, offering some warmth to Timo when you felt him shiver beside you on the sofa whilst you two caught up on the latest season of Drive to Survive.

Timo greedily snuggled under the blanket, playfully tugging the majority of it towards him and leaving you frowning and now cold with barely any of the blanket covering your own body. One pout Timo's way and the German forward was apologizing profusely for the joke, peppering kisses all over your face and laying the blanket over you, sharing it equally.

"I wish Max was on the show," Timo sighed as you two watched the Netflix series. The first time you two had met, you bonded over F1, specifically over being mutual fans of Max Verstappen. It was one of the first things you had in common with Timo and the one you credited as you thought about how successful your past two and a half months of dating the German had been. You two had even gotten a chance to meet Max during the Austrian GP last year. It was safe to say, you both became fast friends with the driver and grew to adore him even more.

"Me, too," you mumbled, resting your head on Timo's shoulder and shuffling closer to him. He happily wrapped his arms around your bent legs, ears perking up the moment he heard a loud knock on his front door. "Who's that?" you asked, not expecting anyone.

Before Timo could even contemplate, Kai's voice was echoing through the halls of the house, coming from outside. "Tiiiimoooo? Mate, we know you're home. Your car's in the driveway. Open up! It's movie night!"

"Scheisse," Timo cursed under his breath, forgetting he had invited some of his Chelsea teammates over for a movie night tonight. You were a particularly private person and you two had agreed to keep your relationship as private as possible, especially as it was so new. No one at Chelsea even knew Timo was seeing anyone.

Before Timo could even react, a sudden jingle of keys sounded through the halls. And, then it was quiet for just a few moments before Kai was walking into the living room with a bag full of takeaway, Mason, Reece and Chilly in tow.

Mason was the first to see you and he offered you a soft smile. "Uh... hi," he greeted sweetly. "Sorry... are we interrupting something?"

"Yeah, Timo, who's this?" Ben asked, shooting you his signature smile with a wave.

Timo glanced between you and the lads and, with an encouraging nod from you, he finally said, "This... is my girlfriend."

For a moment, it was silent. The boys clearly hadn't expected this. But, leave it to Kai to break the silence in a very Kai fashion.

"Well..." He started, plopping himself down on the sofa right beside you. "What are we watching?"

The comment, and the comfortable laugh it had induced from you, had the boys all sitting on and around the sofa, now facing the telly. "Aw, Drive to Survive! I love this," Reece commented.

"Really?" you asked. You hadn't met many people who shared your love for Formula One. Reece nodded excitedly, as did the rest of the lads, and immediately became immersed in a deep conversation with you over your favorite driver and team.

You glanced at Timo as the lads spoke to you as if they'd known you for ages, and with a comforting smile from him, you weren't even sure why you were worried about keeping this relationship secret from them.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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pls write one where chris sleeps on your boobs xx

“See what I gotta deal with on a daily basis," you joked to your best friend as you two chatted over FaceTime and Christian came into the room and laid down on the bed beside you, resting his head on your chest.

"Babe, stop moving," he mumbled, nudging his head on your boobs to get more comfortable.

"He sleeps on your boobs on a daily basis?" your best friend asked over the speaker on your phone.

You quirked your eyebrow at your best friend as Christian answered, "You clearly haven't ever laid your head on her boobs because they are the comfiest things on earth."

You sighed sarcastically. "God did give me such an arduous task of having the best, comfiest boobs around."

"God bless," Christian mumbled, making your chest rumble with laughter.

"You're going to hell for objectifying my body like that," came your playful banter.

"You objectified it first," he challenged, wrapping an arm around you as you ran your free hand through his hair.

The soothing motion, along with your soft-spoken voice as you chatted with your friend over FaceTime, lulled Christian to sleep in minutes.

"Did he really just pass out on your chest like that?" your friend chuckled.

"I think he's probably tired from training," you excused, pressing a loving kiss to the top of his head.

"I think he's probably enjoying dreaming about your boobs," she joked back, making you smile widely.

You two chatted for a bit longer before you hung up the phone and found yourself falling fast asleep as well. The weight of Christian's head on your chest helped you relax and unwind from the busy day and his even breathing provided you with a soothing sound to fall asleep to yourself.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Can you do a DCL imagine? One where you're having a pretty darn heated argument out on the streets and you go to walk away, not noticing the car approaching as you cross the road and Dom just merely pulls you off the road and into his chest, peppering you with kisses and all scared that you almost got hurt. You're pretty shaken up but still in a salty mood towards Dom but he's not letting you leave his sight after that. Thx!

You and Dom were on a night out with friends when your night took a sour turn the moment you saw Dom spending much of his night talking to the same brunette, eyes barely meeting yours over the few hours you two were there. Sure, you weren't exactly his girlfriend but you figured you were owed some kind of decency, seeing as nearly everyone knew you two were together, even if it wasn't official.

What drove you over the edge was when the bartender turned to you and let the secret slip. "She's an ex-girlfriend."

Before that moment, you never understood people when they talked being so blinded by their anger, they saw red. But that moment, you swore you saw red, too. Your ears were fuming, your face went flush with heated rage and you could feel your blood boiling.

It was almost as if Dom knew you were mad at him because at that precise moment, he chose to make eye-contact with you over the brunette's head. You couldn't even imagine how angry you looked but you didn't want his gaze on you a moment longer. You turned around on your heels and made a bee line for the exit.

It took seconds for your ears to perk up when Dom shouted your name, chasing after you. "Where are you going?" he asked, trying to catch up with you.

"Home."

"Why?"

You snapped then, turning around to look at him so you could make your emotions as clear as possible. "Because I'm not just gonna stand there looking like a fucking fool while you chat up your ex."

"I wasn't chatting her up!" he defended.

"Of course not. I mean, even if you were, it's not cheating if we're not together, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course we're together," he fought.

You scoffed. "No, we're not. Not officially."

"Is that what this is about?!"

You shook your head in disbelief before turning around and walking across the street to get away from the situation. What you didn't see when you took a step out onto the road was a car hurtling towards you at full speed, dead-set on making the yellow light.

You were frozen in fear, not that you even had any time to react anyway. Thankfully, Dom reacted quickly and wrapped his hands around your waist, rushing to pull you off the road and into his chest as the car passed by.

You were breathing heavily, eyes staring out at the road before you where the car had previously been but was now driving away into the distance. Your adrenaline had blood rushing to your ears. You didn't even hear Dom as he kept asking, "Are you okay?" and turned you around to look you over.

"I--I'm fine," you mumbled as he peppered your face, head and hair with kisses.

"Oh, my God," he muttered against your skin, pulling you into a hug. "What the hell was that guy thinking, driving that fast? Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to shake your head of what had just happened before your very eyes, trying hard to remain focused on what had just happened back at the club.

"I'm fine," you mumbled once more, pulling out of Dom's grasp. He speechlessly watched you do so, letting his grip fall. "I have to go."

And, then, after checking both sides of the road, you were once again making your way across the road. And, Dom was once again following you. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Go back to the club. I'm sure your date misses you."

"My date is right here and I'm not letting her out of my sight after what just happened," he said, now walking beside you. After a moment, he added, "I shouldn't have left you standing there while I was talking to her." You gave him a side-eyed glance. "I shouldn't have been talking to her at all. I don't want her, babes. I want you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it," you mumbled, letting him pull at your elbow to stop you from walking and turn to him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and just by the sorrow in his tone, you could tell he meant it. "I should've made you my girlfriend. I should've made it official a long time ago. But I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers now. I'm sorry I'm just pretty stubborn. I get it from my girlfriend."

Your ears perked up once more and your eyes finally met his. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He nodded, taking the bait. "Yeah, I don't know if you saw but she actually just nearly got run over and I basically saved her life. Definitely stubborn because she hasn't thanked me for it yet."

You finally let out a chuckle. "Keep dreaming," you commented, patting his chest. "Might be a while before that thank you comes out." You reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours before pulling him back to continue walking towards your flat.

"That's fine," he replied. "I don't mind waiting one bit."

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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mason looking after you after surgery :)

“Hold on, bub!" Mason shouted after you as you walked up to the house. He was busy getting your medication out of the back of the car when you sneaked out of the passenger seat (even though he'd explicitly told you to wait so he could help you out) and made your way to the front door of your shared home. "Oi! Where do you think you're going?"

"Mase, I'm not a baby. I can walk to the front door without help," You rolled your eyes, chuckling softly as you walked up the step from your driveway to your front door. You stopped laughing abruptly when the action caused the stitches on your abdomen to be pulled. Who knew an appendectomy could be so painful?

Mason saw the whole thing, coming to stand beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist, careful not to go near the stitches. "You were saying?" he asked with a victorious smirk. You knew he'd won this round and simply stuck your tongue out at him in retaliation.

He paralleled your expression, sticking his own tongue out at you before unlocking the front door and helping you inside the house.

"Why don't you go have a lie down and I'll make some tea and biscuits for you, huh?" he asked you sweetly, nudging his head up in the general direction of where your shared bedroom was.

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head and went to put the kettle on in the kitchen.

Your eyes moved over the numerous steps it took to get up to the second floor of your home, where the master bedroom was. "Uh... Mase?" you asked, turning back to your boyfriend with a helpless look on your face.

He joined you back in the living room, eyeing the steps as well. "Christ, I hadn't even thought of the steps," he cursed before turning back to you. "What do you want to do, darling? Do you want me to carry you up the stairs? Or, we could sleep in the spare bedroom down here for a few days until your stitches heal?"

Your heart swelled when he mentioned the alternate idea. Still, you couldn't let him go through with it. "I'll sleep down here. You have to sleep upstairs," you replied.

Mason's brows furrowed. "Why?"

"Because you have a game in two days. What if you sleep terribly on the bed down here and then have a bad game and Tuchel gets mad at you?"

He grinned cheekily at you, pulling you over to the spare bedroom downstairs. "I'll handle Tuchel. I'm not letting you sleep down here by yourself, darling. What if you need something? More importantly, what if I need cuddles?"

"But--"

"Hush, babes. I'm sleeping down here. I can't sleep without you, anyway. So, really, you'd be doing me a favor."

Eventually, you gave in and sat on the bed as you watched Mason make a few rounds up to your shared bedroom to get your favorite pillows and candle to help you sleep better.

And, though you were afraid of him not sleeping well that night, you didn't have enough time to worry about it seeing as the moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light for the rest of the night. And, so was Mason.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Ok hear me out-

Christian pulisic getting really nervous when he asks y/n out and the boys teased him about it and one said "if u dont ask her out i will" and it finally triggers him

A brilliant story if u ask me

"What if she says no?" Christian asked, letting the nerves get the better of him as he watched you walk off the pitch and towards the physiological rooms inside the building.

"She won't," Mason assured him for the umpteenth time.

"How do you know that?" he retorted, never taking his eyes off of you.

Ben sighed. "Chris, you are all she talks about whenever we're getting physio sessions. I would know because I spend the most time with her now with the injury. Trust me, she won't say no."

Still, there were no words strong enough to encourage Christian to ask you out. That is, until Reece piped up, "Well, if you don't ask her out, I will."

Christian peeled his eyes off of you, head snapping to look at Reece. "What?"

Reece shrugged. "She's cute. I'm just saying – if you don't ask her out, I probably will."

And that was enough to have Christian jogging over to you, mumbling out a, "I hate you," as he passed by Reece. He didn't hate him, of course. He just hated that Reece was forcing his hand.

"Were you actually going to ask her out?" Mason asked, turning to Reece, who shook his head.

"Nah, just thought it might encourage him to," he grinned, watching as Christian caught up to you before you entered the building.

"Hey," he greeted. "Do you have a minute to chat?"

You nodded your head, smile directed up at him. "What's up, Chris?"

Suddenly, he was nervous all over again. He glanced back at Reece, hearing those cursed words repeating in his head, and pushed through the nerves to finally ask you, "Would you wanna go out to dinner Saturday night?"

"We have a game Saturday night," you chuckled, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach when you watched the blush grow on Christian's face.

"Oh... right."

"But," you interjected quickly, making sure he wasn't getting the right idea. "I'd love to get dinner Friday night instead."

Christian's brows rose in surprise and excitement. "Really?" he asked, voice slightly cracking. You nodded your head, just as excited as him. "Okay, then," he said, nodding his head and trying to digest what just happened. "Can I walk you back to the physio rooms?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you said softly, grinning from ear-to-ear as Christian chivalrously took the physio bag from your shoulder and carried it for you as you two walked together inside the building.

You couldn't wait for your date.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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watching euphoria w chilly?

You had tears streaming down your face while your eyes remained glued to the television screen before you.

"Aw, darling," Ben cooed, walking into the living room and seeing you visibly upset. "What's wrong?" he asked, crouching in front of where you sat on the sofa and wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs.

"They took Fez away," you cried, letting more tears escape your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. "And Lexi never read the letter."

His eyes moved to the TV then back to you, then back to the TV. "I do not understand your obsession with this show," he chuckled softly, taking a seat beside you on the sofa and pulling you closer. You rested your legs over his lap and he comfortingly rubbed the skin. "Why's it got you crying? I thought you loved it."

"I do love it," you mumbled past your tears, which were slowly coming to a stop. "It's a goddamn masterpiece. This part is just sad."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is it sad?" he asked. You paused the episode, turning to Ben and taking a deep breath, ready to spend the next twenty minutes psychoanalyzing Fezco and Lexi's relationship. "I feel like I'm about to open a can of worms," Ben joked.

"It's not a can of worms," you promised, rolling your eyes. "He's just a bad boy who has a soft spot for this one girl. And, even though it shouldn't work, they're slowly falling in love. It's sweet."

Ben was nudging your side as you finished your sentence. "Kinda like you and me, eh?"

You furrowed your brows, letting a snort escape. "I hate to break it to you but you're not a bad boy, Benji."

"What are you talking about? You're obviously the baddie with a soft spot for me," he joked, giving you a cheeky grin when he heard your laughter fill the air. "There she is. Just wanted to get that smile out."

His comment had you realizing that you weren't so sad about the episode anymore. You were breaking into a smile and your tummy was filled with butterflies just having your love sat beside you on the sofa. It had you counting your lucky stars.

"I do have a soft spot for you," you said to him, reaching out to caress his cheek. "But if you ever tell Reece or any of the other lads, I'm denying it to the grave."

"Of course," he agreed, turning his head to softly kiss the inside of your hand. "I wouldn't expect any less. Now, you want some company while you finish the episode?"

"Yes, please!" you excitedly accepted, cuddling under his arm as you pressed resume on the remote and enjoyed the rest of the episode.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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do u have an updated master list for timo?

I haven't gotten a chance to update my masterlists yet 😭 but if you click on any of the timo imagines and go to the "timo Werner imagine" or "timo Werner blurb" tag, it should bring you to a page with all my Timo imagines/blurbs (in order from newest to oldest) x

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Christian leaving for international break pls 💙

“Ok, don’t forget to check all the locks on the doors before you go to bed, and make sure you take the trash out on Sunday night, oh and remember to take your keys to work, baby,” he reminded you for the umpteenth time.

You watched him list off all your newfound responsibilities and found yourself blaming the U.S. Men’s National Team for all of them. When Christian was at home, in London, he would always lock the doors at night and take out the trash. And he was always home or at Cobham when you forgot your keys.

“Don’t go,” you frowned, latching onto him just as he finished putting on his shoes. His bags were packed and sat by the front door and the realization suddenly hit you.

It always happened like this. You would see international break on your calendar and ignore it until the day came, and then all the emotions would hit you at once. Christian was going to be gone for a week and a half, leaving you at home—bored, lonely and missing him.

“Baby, you do this every time,” he chuckled softly, tightly hugging you back. “I have to go.”

“Or you could just stay,” you offered. “And we could watch reruns of Jeopardy all week long and eat junk food and not even get out of bed.”

“I wish I could,” he stated, rubbing your back in comfort before you pulled away from the hug. Seeing your deep-set frown made his heart ache, every time. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, even though you knew he had nothing to apologize for. He was captain of the U.S. Men’s National Team. He couldn’t just not show up. “I promise when I get back, we can watch Jeopardy in our pajamas all day long.” He watched your frown slightly turn up. “And we can FaceTime every night so I can double check you locked the doors.”

“I love you,” you mumbled, pushing yourself back into the hug and nuzzling into his chest.

“I love you, too.” He pulled back a bit before leaning down to gently press his lips against yours. “And I’ll be back before you know it.”

“You better be,” you softly giggled, pulling away and letting him gather his bags before loading them in the car. “I’ll see you in 10 days.”

“I’m already counting down,” he flirted, showing off the dimples on his cheeks before he exited the driveway and went off to international break.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Happy birthday to Ruben Loftus Cheek💙🥳

~ 23rd January 1996 ~

#happy birthday ruben #birthday boy #chelsea fc #ruben loftus cheek

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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via @/joshdenzel on Instagram

#ben chilwell #chelsea fc

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Can we still send requests?💙

Always, lovely 💙

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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I have been binge reading most of your fics because its so good, and I just saw that your asks are open again. First of all, I hope you are doing ok and you don't have to do it, but I was wondering if you could do something like you are going out with either Kai or Kepa and you are crushing on DR (its the curls i tell you) and one of the K gets jealous (even more if you are at a race and get to meet him IRL) hope you have a great day

I’m doing so well and hope you are too! Loved your request, i hope you like the imagine x

Your eyes were glued on Danny as he introduced himself to Kai; all words got lost and thoughts went with them as you stared at the driver. Then, your breath went along with them when he turned to you. Your hand, which was intertwined with Kai’s, squeezed his a little too hard. “Hi, I’m Daniel,” the Aussie introduced, shooting you his signature grin as you shook his hand with your free one.

“Hi,” you greeted, introducing yourself and feeling the blood rush to your cheeks with every word. “It’s nice to meet you. We’re big fans.”

Kai watched your interaction with him, his green eyes zoning in on the prominent blush on your cheeks. “She is,” he said to Daniel in reply to you, “I’m more of a Ferrari fan myself.” He wanted to get a rise out of you, wanted to see how you’d react when he said that in front of Daniel.

“Well, it’s nice to have such pretty fans,” Daniel complimented lightheartedly. That had you blushing more as you elbowed Kai’s side for the comment he’d made. “Can I give you guys a tour of the garage?”

You nodded enthusiastically, letting Daniel lead a few feet in front of you and Kai before turning to your boyfriend.

“Schiesse, baby,” Kai mumbled, pulling his hand out of yours and rubbing his side where you’d elbowed him. “You think I might need the safety car,” he joked.

“Shut up,” you giggled before asking him in German, “Why are you being so weird around him? You’re not a Ferrari fan.”

“I could be!” He defended back in German.

“Kai, you nearly cried when Carlos left McLaren.”

“Don’t tell people that!” He tried shushing you, even though you were both speaking another language. You giggled, pushing Kai’s hand away from where it hovered over your mouth. You caught him glance at Daniel and suddenly, it all made sense.

You chuckled, taking his hand in yours again and said, “You’re being silly, you know? I don’t like him, you don’t need to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous!” Kai defended. “You’re just… paying a lot of attention to him… and blushing… and laughing at his jokes.”

“He’s my favorite driver, Kai. I’m just starstruck,” you promised him, bringing your interlaced hands up so you could kiss the back of Kai’s. “He’s just a silly celebrity crush. You’re my whole world.”

That had Kai grinning from ear-to-ear and you had to admit, his smile was even better than Daniel’s. “Your whole world, huh?” He teased before pulling you under his arm and kissing the top of your head. For the rest of the tour, he was paying attention to Daniel, suddenly in a much brighter mood. At the end of the tour, you both thanked Daniel before walking out of the paddock and towards the parking lot. “You’re my whole world, too, you know,” Kai said to you as you drove back home, heart full of nothing but love and adoration for the girl beside him.

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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Ahh I’m so glad your back! Hope your doing ok ❤️ I’ve reread your stuff so much over the last year to cope with all the shit going on in the world. I think your one of the best on here!! xx

You’ve genuinely just made my day 🥰 All the nice comments in my inbox have so thank you everyone for them!!!

I’m doing well, hope you are too, love. I’m so happy to hear my writing has helped you decompress from some of the stress of the past year. I hope everything I write in the future helps as well and you enjoy it all! Sending all my love your way 💕

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toomuchchelsea · 2 years

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I’m really happy you’re back to writing!!! I absolutely love all your work!!! 💙💙💙

This comment is so so sweet, I wish I could hug you, bub! I’m so happy you like my writing and hope you like all the blurbs to come :)

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