#benjamin james chilwell

[canirove]

[hendolish]

Hiii! I'm here once again asking Madders/Chilly like I'm their last man standing (maybe I am)

Can you write something about them before the summer window when they argue about James's transfer like yes he is in London but not with Ben since he chose Spurs.

Maybe they both say things they regret but then they make up somehow until they see each other at the international break.

Thank you so much if you take this request! Love your writing🩵

james maddison/ben chilwell | distance between ♡

The summer transfer window was always a rollercoaster. For fans, it was a mix of hope, anticipation, and sometimes disappointment, but for players, it could be a tumultuous period of uncertainty and change.

This summer was particularly intense for Madders. Ben as well.

Their connection had never been just about football. Whispers and knowing glances had always swirled around them. Their bond was different — deeper, more intimate. So when the rumour mills started buzzing with news of Madders transferring to Spurs, it wasn't just another football move; it felt personal.

Ben felt it sharply, a sort of betrayal. Sure, London was where he was, but Spurs? That wasn’t with him. That wasn't their dream.

“Why Spurs?” The hurt was evident in Ben's eyes as he confronted his... what exactly? Friend? More than a friend? That was always the unspoken question between them.

“They made me an offer," Madders sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground, "It's a good opportunity. They have a strong vision for me.”

Ben took a shaky breath, the weight of unspoken feelings pressing down on him. “I thought... I thought you’d be with me,” he whispered, not meeting Madders' eyes.

“It's not just about us, Chilly. I have to think about my career.” Madders' voice trembled, betraying the conflict he felt.

The words stung and Ben's temper flared, “It’s always been about us! And now you choose Spurs over... over what we have?”

“Ben,” Madders' voice cracked, "It’s never been about choosing a club over you."

Their conversation was filled with underlying emotions and veiled admissions, but it never got them anywhere. They parted ways that evening, the gap between them wider than ever.

Weeks turned into a blur of cold exchanges and avoided glances. The tension was unmistakable. Their shared secret had become an unspoken barrier.

However, time has a way of healing wounds. The international break brought them face to face once more, wearing their nation's colours. Representing their country, standing side by side, they couldn't avoid the pull between them.

Post-training, in the dimming twilight, Ben found himself next to Madders, “Look... I can't let a club come between... us."

Madders looked up from his clasped hands, meeting Ben's gaze, "I never wanted it to."

Taking a deep, preparatory breath, Ben admitted, "I just... I wanted more time. Time with you. Without all the complications."

Madders reached out, hesitantly touching Ben’s face and visibly relaxing when he didn't jerk away, "Different uniforms don't change what's here," he murmured, placing a hand over Ben's heart.

Their gazes locked, and the distance between them closed once again, sealing their silent promises with a gentle, lingering kiss.

"That was dead sappy that, y'know."

Ben couldn't help but tease once they pulled away, earning him a light punch in the arm. But Madders' megawatt grin told him he couldn't be happier.

♡

[inesdiary96]

BENJAMIM I'M A WEAK WOMAN WITH A WEAK HEART

[eyesupchilsy]

That fucking pink cap 🫠

[mxsonxmountx]

Benjamin James Chilwell ✨boyfriend vibes✨

Part 2

[findingnemosworld]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @chilwellspulisic

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 ����𝐤! 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 :)

The reception party was in full swings after a beautiful ceremony which saw the groom Nate solidify his love for his bride Hayley in front of all their friends and loved ones underneath the beautiful bright skies of Italy, and amongst those in attendance were two individuals that had been trying to avoid one another for the past three years, Y/N and Ben.

Once upon a time, during Ben's days as a Leicester player - the pair were as thick as thieves; so much so that everyone around them had firmly believed that they'd get married one day, only for Ben to up and leave her the minute he received an offer from Chelsea, his claim was that their relationship would hold him back.

And being the prideful woman she is, Y/N had taken that as a sign to cut him off entirely, refusing to answer his calls and messages and going as far as to warn his former Leicester teammate, James Maddison to tell him to stop calling her.

Three years had passed with her dating every now and then, only for the flings to end abruptly or in this case, Y/N refused to admit the real reason every single fling ended.

__

" The venue is lovely! " Her date for the wedding, Daniel comments as they sat down in the reception venue, amongst the numerous crowds who were either drinking or dancing on the floor after the bride and groom danced.

" It is, Nate has great taste " She said with a smile, looking around before her eyes landed on him.

He was sitting at the table across from the table she was sitting in, and next to him was a beautiful brunette she'd come to deduce as his date, the pair were chatting and laughing together when Ben looks up to meet her gaze causing her to immediately look away and try to converse with Daniel, making the effort to appear as though she was enjoying her time with him.

A few minutes later, Daniel excused himself when his phone rang leaving her alone before she made the decision to walk to the bar and grab a drink, once she ordered her drink - she felt someone stand next to her, she turns to find Ben standing there with a smile. " Hey love "

" Benjamin " She replied curtly.

" Oh come on, three years pass and you still hate me " He rolls his eyes.

" That's an understatement, I'm only being curt because I don't want your girlfriend to think you're accessible to anyone " She retorts.

Ben chuckles, " She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend "

" Hm, I bet you say that to every woman " She laughs, taking a gulp of her drink.

" Even if I did, why does it affect you? " He asks. " Jealous? "

" Me, jealous ... yeah, right " She laughs, " I don't have to be jealous of someone that finds it easy to leave the people they care about and besides, I have a date as well "

" Yeah, Bryan, right? " He said.

" Daniel " She responds with a groan, " A very sweet guy I have been seeing "

Ben shakes his head and says with a sarcastic tone, " So sweet "

" What's wrong Chilwell? Jealous? " She asked with a teasing tone.

Ben grows silent, which causes her to look at him with wide eyes and say. " You are jealous! "

" Can you blame me? " He retorts, " You show up, looking insanely gorgeous with him, when you could have been with - " he trails off.

" Could have been with you " She said.

" Yeah " He whispers.

" Ben, you broke it off, not me " She reminds him.

" I know " He sighs, " But I miss you, a lot ... "

She sighs, she would lie to herself if she said she didn't miss him, there was a reason why her relationships never worked out, " I miss you as well " she murmurs.

The confession caused him to smile, " Maybe when we go back to England, we can talk things out " he said with a hopeful tone.

" Maybe " She said.

[kickinganddriving]

Somebody Else

Notes: Requested by @starry-night-reid. I MISS PULI SO MUCH

paring: Christian Pulisic x reader

Song suggestion: Somebody Else- The 1975

Warnings: Swearing, super minor mentions of smutty things, sad christian

wc:1.4k

pt 2

I don't want your body

But I hate to think about you with somebody else

Our love has gone cold

You're intertwining your soul with somebody else

I'm looking through you

While you're looking through your phone

And then leaving with somebody else

No, I don't want your body

But I'm picturing your body with somebody else

It was a random Tuesday morning, the sun beaming through the windows of Christian’s apartment, at the moment he was mindlessly scrolling through instagram, in passing he saw a familiar face. He scrolls up and see’s your face, with another man kissing your cheek. The minute he could process what was going on in the photo, he felt a deep seed of jealousy plant itself in his stomach. His eyes fixate on the location tag on the post, London UK.

You and Christian broke up almost a year ago, but it had seemed that you had moved on faster than him. While you were dating, you weren’t just a piece of arm candy, you were his best friend, and with the break up Christian lost too much in one person. You dated for 2 1/2 years and it was the last time Christian felt truly happy, but he broke up with you. You got you an offer from your dream job, but it was back in the states. All he ever wanted was for you to be truly happy, which later bit him right in the ass. You worked there for around 7 months before they opened an office near London, and you chose to move back. Out of fear that he already met someone else or moved on, he was never told of your arrival.

5 months later you found yourself seeing a nice man, around the same age, who lives in your apartment complex. He has nice dark eyes, brown curly hair, and... god dammit, he’s like the Walmart Christian. He was a nice man, you could see yourself living a life with him. Would there be something missing, yes, but you could try to move past that. 

But for Christian, the past year had been absolute hell for him. He kept on getting injured, went to the world cup, but got taken out too early for his liking, and the one person he could always go to wasn’t his to go to anymore. The instagram post didn’t make it any better, not at all. While he was scrolling through your page, he saw one of the photos he took off you, it was his favorite photo. So entranced in the picture in front of him, he mindlessly liked it. Realizing what he did, he looked at the post date, 1 year ago. He fucked up.

And c'mon baby (I know)

This ain't the last time that I'll see your face

And c'mon baby (I know)

You said you'd find someone to take my place

After spending almost the entire 3 days wallowing in his room, barely responding to Mason or Ben’s texts and calls, the pair made it a point to get Christian out of the house and into a club. The guys thought clubs could fix almost any problem because it contained the holy trinity, music, alcohol, and girls. After quite literally dragging Christian out of his home, he found himself perched on a barstool, nursing a beer that was once cold, looking depressed as shit.

But guess where your now boyfriend wanted to go tonight, just guess? The same as the club that Ben and Mason had to choose. When you walked in the club you instantly recognized the face of one Mason Mount, but in trying not to draw too much attention to yourself, you just scurried off to a booth and waited for your boyfriend to come back with drinks. After a few drinks you found your way to the dance floor, trying to have a good time, but guess who else you saw, Benjamin James Chilwell. After a second of awkward eye contact, your boyfriend hobbled off to the bathroom, after he escorted you to the bar. 

After you told the order to the bartender, you heard a voice, a clear, distinct, and familiar voice. A voice that gave you the chills from miles away. 

“Your drink order still hasn’t changed” 

You turn your head to catch a glimpse of the person talking to you, Christian Fucking Mate Pulisic. He looked exhausted, not long after training exhausted, but mental torment exhausted. Your natural instinct was to give him the biggest hug and a kiss on the cheek, but you restrained.

“Christian” his name was the only thing you could say. Paralyzed with emotion, you couldn’t move, think, or barely speak. His name, something you’ve said countless numbers of times, moaning it like a prayer, sleepily whispering under your breath, saying it with the largest smile on your face, or the last time you said it to him when you kissed him for the last time as he dropped you off at the airport. 

“Yes jellybean?” You were nearly crying after he called you “jellybean”. Nobody has called you that in a year, but Christian always called you jellybean, because of your weird childhood obsession with them.

“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” You said trying to find a way to try to make the entire situation better.

“To find out that you came back to London, or that you are dating someone else?” Christian says with an ounce of disbelief in his tone.

“Both” You nervously whimper, trying not to say something that could ruin the entire night even more.

“Who is he anyway? He looks looks me, but from fucking Walmart.” You missed his sense of blatant honesty and sarcasm when he had an ounce of alcohol in his system.

“You mean Sam? You innocently exclaim.

“Fucking Sam” He exasperatedly says after taking a swig oof his lukewarm beer.

“We should really talk sometime soon Chris”

Get someone you love

Get someone you need?

Fuck that, get money

I can't give you my soul

'Cause we're never alone

It had been a week since that night at the bar, and he could think about you. He had finally had enough, so after using a few favors he figured out where you lived. Being the stupid, lovesick, idiot he was, he didn’t think of taking an Uber, or driving himself to your apartment, no, he had to run in the rain without a jacket halfway across London.

It was a regular Friday evening, Sam was coming over with pizza in an hour, and you were peacefully on the couch watching Friends and a comfy set of lingerie and a short and pink silk night dress. You heard the doorbell ring, but you were not expecting anyone yet, so you went and opened the door. Behind the door revealed a drenched Christian.

“Christian what are you doing here?” You say with a slight chuckle.

“I love you, I love you so much” Christian holds and caresses your jawline with his cold hands as he pronounces his affection for you.

“Christian I-” He suddenly kissed you, it was not your first kiss, but it made it feel like it was your first kiss. The way you got butterflies in your stomach, something you haven’t felt in a while. Kissing him back, everything felt perfect, like the world was at peace and everything was perfect.

“Before you even mention Sam, I love you, and I don’t know why I let you go, and you just look so fucking beautiful right now, and I miss everything about you, jellybean” He says it so fast you almost couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I love you too.” Right after the words left your lips, you were suddenly on his lips. Slowly backing up as he kicks the door closes and pushes your back up against the wall. Your lips move in perfect synchronization, as he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist so he has control of your mobility.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Christian manages to slip past his lips in midst of your kissing.

“Third door on the left” He carried you down the hallway into your room and slowly dropped you on the bed and he leaned over to continue kissing you. But then you both heard the find of the doorbell and a faint call.

“Babe open the door before the pizza gets cold” You then remembered about Sam.

“Oh shit”

[oh-saints]

steward

ben never thought he'd be mistaken as a steward of the stamford bridge.

ben chilwell x student!OC

word count: 7.0k

tw: nothing

note: ben's all-black prada photoshoot still haunts me down to this day... might as well write something out of it. but as usual, not beta-read bcs i'm simply too sleepy to do so.

benjamin chilwell thought he could handle kids because he loved them—the idea of pure, untainted creature two human beings could magically create together, the joy he’d feel whenever surrounded by them. james maddison wouldn’t have trusted the life of his son cruz to ben’s hands if it wasn’t the case.

but to throw ben into an almost full-day with approximately three dozen of children, whom all are curious and creative with their questions addressed to him surely changed his perspective of having a set of twins—he wished they wouldn’t feel the loneliness he felt as the only child in a household.

or maybe, what was turning different was his perspective of how the club he got to call his relatively new home. how could the club throw him into a pool of enthusiastic chelsea junior members all by his own? a number of staffs were present, of course, to guide the group throughout the special tour of the stamford bridge, but it wasn’t like they could help him in answering the endless question marks thrown at him.

if ben didn’t know it was part of chelsea junior christmas programme, he would’ve disappeared down the tunnel until the tour was over, trying to call for any back-up available so he wouldn’t be so alone and tired during special ‘kicking’ sessions—the club so lightly put it. ben could feel himself walking towards somewhere quiet, unable to bring himself to drive home yet, for there was little to none of his energy left. before he could put some brain into his feet, he’d sat in the nearest spectator seat, just slightly behind the player’s box.

he’d never been in the bridge, or any other stadium in general, when the curtains had been drawn but he thought he should pay some more visits during this time of hour. the lights were now tamed down to match the sun setting on the background, warmer to his eyes just the way he liked his bedside lamp, but what he liked the most was the silence around the building.

no matter how much he liked going out with his friends as the effect of being the only child, he couldn’t shy away from the fact that he enjoyed tranquillity whenever he possibly could. recent years, especially, after he had emerged under the limelight of a buzzing stadium, resulting in putting him under the hot seat of public scrutiny whatever he does, whenever he goes.

“hello?”

was he really having a rough time after such a hectic, soul-sucking day that he was starting to hear things? or was stamford bridge so old that the horror stories were starting to become true?

“sir—”

the slight tap on ben’s shoulder was enough to make the footballer jolted in his seat, immediately standing as if a lightning had just struck him.

maybe he was very much lost in his thoughts that he’d indeed been struck by lightning before his brain could comprehend anything and this lady in front of him was an angel sent by god to take him away from the surface of the earth. otherwise, it wouldn’t explain why there was someone else, presumably general public judging by her attire, could be wandering at this hour, on this side of the stadium. every activity on the ground had stopped before the sun went down and not everyone had the access to roam around the grandiose fortress.

“i’m so sorry, i don’t mean to surprise you or anything—”

“‘was fine,” she looked absolutely apologetic that ben couldn’t help but fix his posture. “can i help you with anything?”

at his question, the woman’s eyes lit up, now glimmering with hope. deep inside, ben sighed because he’d seen that kind of look every so often. it brought him back to reality that he is ben chilwell, leicester city’s former number 3 and chelsea’s current number 21, and sometimes some people went to extra lengths to interact with him.

“ah, yes, there is, actually,” seeing that the lady rummaged through the pockets of her coat, ben was already putting his hands inside his jacket, ready to pose with the lady. “do you have any old iphone cable?”

what?

“i need to charge my phone,” realizing ben had accidentally made a slip of tongue, he zipped his mouth shut. “but i left my charging kit at home, which i know isn’t wise when your phone’s super old.”

is this some kind of prank? surely pick-up lines these days are better than that.

“i know it sounds weird, but i came here with a friend of mine, a massive chelsea fan,” the woman was smarter than he gave her credits for, she perceptively showed her visitor id at ben’s implied hesitance. “we were supposed to take a tour, but i fell out of it because i had to take a work call. when i tried to call her to ask where she is, my phone ran out of power.”

ben’s stance relaxed a little bit more when he noticed she held no hidden agenda towards him. (don’t ask him how, but ben had somehow mastered this kind of art.) “okay, so you’re, like, lost?”

“i wouldn’t be asking you if i wasn’t, would i?” ben was perplexed at her clipped tone—just as when he was lowering his guard to warm up to her—but he took a once-over to her again and still, he only saw a no non-sense look coming off her. she was transparent, clear as day, and he liked the fresh breath of air already.

“what do you think i am? a steward?”

“are you not?”

ben was meaning to break the ice at first, but he involuntarily shot a look at her as she responded to him, this time seriously so with his are-you-kidding-look. the other person only replied his unspoken question with a confused pair of eyebrows before darting her eyes down at his attire and ben couldn’t help but look down as well.

all black: his prada black puffer jacket on top of his black dinner trousers.

the two pairs of eyes searched for one another; one was asking for confirmation as she was confused, the other was staring back, baffled but amused at the same time. that got to be the second-best thing he heard this year after the champions league winner announcement.

“yeah, you can say that,” oh, scratch the word ‘like’ from his previous statement. ben loved her already. “why don’t we get inside first, hm? warm ourselves up with a cuppa or chocolate or something while we wait for your phone to get to at least 15%?”

“sounds lovely.”

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

“i’m still amazed that phone still works.”

for some unbeknownst reason to ben, one of his teammates still owned a very old iphone he now used as some sort of an ipod, using it purely to listen to his pre-match playlist. ben kind of remembered it because he found it funny but cool at the same time—he couldn’t recall the ages before apple music or spotify existed—but he’d never felt more grateful that his brain capability to memorise things wasn’t as short as dory’s from finding nemo.

“apple’s not letting this legend die anytime soon with all the IOS upgrade, it seems,” ben tried to lead scarlett—the woman he now took under his wing—on to his portion of locker room, to see if she caught on anything, but the woman remained unfazed with her surrounding and sat where ben gestured her to sit, eager to plug in her phone to the nearest power source. “i hope they keep doing that, though, because sure as hell this broke arse of a student couldn’t afford a better one yet.”

“so, you’re still a student?”

scarlett fumbled around with the tangled cable before she could successfully connect the electronic device to its source of power. “i think the term ‘a part-time student, full-time part-timer’ fits better.”

ben was grateful that the dressing room was empty. imagine if mason was lurking somewhere nearby and the younger lad overheard the way ben laughed naturally around a stranger he only came to know less than fifteen minutes ago, mason would’ve definitely flipped at how peculiar the scene was.

“we have a multitasking queen right here, ladies and gentleman,” ben turned his body towards the fridge for the canned drinks he stored specifically for his post-game routine. “what are you studying?”

“the major that promises an easy job-seeking opportunity after graduation, of course,” scarlett let out a sigh of relief when her phone lit up, signalling the cable did indeed work its magic. not only was her phone old, it was also sensitive. she mentally took note to start saving for a new phone. “i’m an mba candidate.”

“you certainly don’t look the age of someone’s on mba pursuit.”

“i know, they said i’m forever old.”

ben couldn’t hide his look of incredulous surprise. “who said that?”

“a lot of people,” scarlett shrugged nonchalantly but eyes roamed around the room. “i don’t have time to bother, though, unless they’re the ones who put food on my table.”

based on her answer, ben could pull off a conclusion that it wasn’t because scarlett deliberately didn’t know him—she didn’t have time to know him. she was too busy to juggle around her hectic schedule to realize the buzz happening around her.

it then ticked ben, why he felt familiar around scarlett. she resembled him, one way or another, several years ago. an ordinary boy who was busy trying to figure out how to juggle cricket and football—as if choosing one wasn’t an option—because he badly wanted to earn the best of both worlds.

“that’s a right mindset, right there,” ben handed gestured scarlett to choose his choice of drink or a bottle of evian; the woman chose the latter. “but i was meaning to say that you look so young. isn’t an mba candidate required to have five years of working experience?”

“i’ve been legit working, although part-time due to my status as student, since god knows when, so i think they took that into consideration,” ben sat down beside her, and scarlett was silently surprised at how she didn’t find herself awkward towards everything ben did. other times, she’d shrug off anyone who touched this side of her surface, but with ben—she wanted to answer his questions honestly, no more dodging; she wanted him to know. “besides, what’s the use of befriending the professor’s daughter if you can’t pull of some strings for your application?”

ben’s laughter rang around the empty room once more. he appreciated her brutal honesty and had to agree to a certain extent; networking is one of life skills. “is it the same friend who left you behind today?”

“excellent guess, senor,” scarlett nodded with a smile that reminded ben of a child on a playground, legs dangling over the edge of the swing, swinging them back and forth with amazement the gravity hadn’t swallowed them up yet. “let’s say her dragging me to come here was a payback for that opportunity. it still feels weird to be here, though.”

“why, because you’re not a football fan?”

scarlett shot ben a look of disbelief, silently asking ‘how do you know?’ through her eyes. ben thought he loved being around with mason for his expressive eyes—he needn’t exert extra energy to figure the midfielder out—but certainly it was because he hadn’t discovered scarlett’s.

“well, that’s one,” the short-haired woman shook her head, still in disbelief. “my dad’s a huge arsenal fan, i feel like i’m committing a sin of betrayal.”

coming from an arsenal family on top of these all? what is this woman, a pandora box of surprise? “you should’ve gone to the sunday mass instead of coming here.”

this time, it was scarlett’s melodious laugh booming throughout the room. “perhaps i got lost here because of that, should confess my sin tomorrow then.”

as promised, ben guided her through tunnels and hallways to get their choice for cup of while waiting for her phone to be brought to life, as well as giving scarlett a tour she never had the chance to complete.

maybe more than the usual tour because ben showed her almost every room she wanted to know, as long as he had the access for it. “my friend must’ve used all of her luck when my phone’s dead because if else, i would be recording this and shove it to her face that i got an insider tour.”

this wasn’t the first time ben laughed without constraints around scarlett. the choice of words she used on her comments was always on point—just the kind of joke he liked—that if it wasn’t because of her straight face, he would’ve thought she was lowkey flirting with him.

oh, how much ben wished she was flirting with him instead. scarlett was the personification of sunshine, an absolute joy to be around with—the fact that she had no clue of who ben is surely gave her a brownie point. he had long forgotten how it felt to talk to a woman without having to put up a wall—he’d spend the entire time talking too busy to figuring out if the woman was genuinely interested in him or his money—and how exhilarating a conversation could naturally shift to two-sided banters.

ben was slowly inclined to think maybe it was him who used up all of his luck when he decided to give this sort of fanfiction-like encounter a go.

“can i ask you a question?” ben put her cup of hot chocolate in front of scarlett as he sat down across the woman. “why the name scarlett, though?”

scarlett let out a muffled sound of appreciation as the hot liquid warmed her up against the bad weather outside. “why not?”

ben grinned, her reply always put him on checkmate position. “i’m genuinely curious because i can’t recall anyone named scarlett other than scarlett johansson.”

“as you know, my dad’s an arsenal fan, but he didn’t want to name me after something that screamed very arsenal. naming me something along ‘the gunner’ or something would be hideous, no?” while scarlett remained indifferent when speaking, ben almost spat on his cup of tea at her. “but he couldn’t name me red nor white, so he chose scarlet instead. it happened to be the shade of the jersey the year i was born.”

“i take it your dad’s funny guy?”

“how’d you know?” scarlett’s eyes went wild in disbelief, mouth agape. “okay, you’re officially a psychic.”

“i think you inherit his sense of humour.”

“oh no, you sound like my friends who think i belong to a circus, along with the clowns—”

cough, cough.

scarlett stood up in panic at her new friend and tried to soothe the choking effect by patting his back gently. “you good?”

it was safe to say that ben should definitely stay away from any drinkable liquid whenever scarlett was around him. both for his own sake of living and for his image. “clown, oh my god!”

scarlett regained her seating back, although her body language screamed that she was still worried about ben. “well, my friends call me ‘the clown’ because i’m the one cracking jokes here and there. do you need some napkins?”

ben gladly took the gesture, eager to clean himself up a bit after such an embarrassing stint. “well, your friends must’ve got lost in whatever parade they went to because there’s no clown that looks as pretty as you.”

for the first time throughout their time together, there was no banter coming from scarlett. ben looked up to the woman, who seemed to be taken aback at his comment, and he wondered in panic if he said it too direct that it caused her discomfort.

ben was about to correct himself when he noticed her cheeks blossomed with a slight tinge of scarlet, unmistakable even against the yellow light creeping in from the stadium.

“nah, i think i know why you’re named scarlett,” ben sat back, smiling in pure joy at the endearing sight unravelled before him. “it suits you perfectly.”

as if ben’s previous comment didn’t fluster her to the bone, the beautiful man had to add some more into the mix, complete with that gentle look he threw at her. scarlett had to save herself from going flushed down the toilet—pun intended—so all she could manage to reply was, “i hope you keep in mind there’s also this woman named scarlet witch, so you better watch out.”

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“where on this bloody mother of earth have you been, sky evans!”

the front door hadn’t been entirely closed when the voice of abigail, her best friend, boomed through her flat. remind her again to never hide her spare key under the unused mails she intentionally stacked on her mailbox downstairs.

“you have no right to ask me that when you’re the one who left me behind.”

“you can’t be contacted! how am i supposed to know you’re still inside the bridge or that stupid professor of yours ran over your arse?”

“for god’s sake, abby, turn down your voice, will you?” scarlett was never a fan of screams in the first place, but after spending the evening with ben’s calm and peaceful voice, her head was banging in all the wrong places. “my phone’s dead and i was waiting for you on the player’s box, thought you’d find me easily there, but you didn’t, did you?”

by the way abby didn’t retaliate, scarlett knew she’d hit bull’s eye.

“you could’ve at least tried to flip stamford bridge upside and down to search for me, or announced over the speakers that you lost your friend or something, as embarrassing as that sounds but it could’ve worked,” scarlett pulled out her phone to text ben as promised, informing him she made it home safely. “if it wasn’t because of the fact i haven’t seen you in two years, i would’ve thrown you out already.”

“how did you get out of the bridge?”

“i asked around,” scarlett’s phone pinged with a new message from ben. wow, that was fast. “a steward was there to help, thankfully. he got me a charging kit, i think it belonged to a player who’s still using ipod, and waited until my phone’s back on. he offered me a ride home but i refused—”

“you didn’t!”

“i did,” scarlett shot a look to shut abby down. “if you’re worried about my love life because i refused a very friendly offer, worry not. i’m going out with him after the game on saturday.”

abigail ran from her spot to see the phone screen scarlett was showing her, before shrieking in pure elation and happiness that her plain-jane friend had smoothly scored a date.

good to hear you’re home safe because i just remembered we haven’t really toured the dressing room. there’s a home game on saturday, come to the bridge?

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when ben called to tell she’d be placed at the box, scarlett wasn’t expecting the private box.

as much as she wasn’t a fan of football herself, despite coming from a very football-centred family, she knew this type of hospitality wasn’t one she could afford herself. heck, her dad would’ve flipped upside down if he found out she could indulge in this kind of luxury, one he could only dream of. no, scratch that—he would’ve erased her from the family registry the moment he found out she was given these privileges at the stadium that hosted none other than arsenal’s very own london rival.

had ben briefed her the complete experience, she would’ve brought abigail along, no matter how much she was still upset that her best friend left her behind in this very place a week ago. it was such a waste to have these padded seats on such a spacious private box all by herself, not to mention the fine-dining pre-match cuisine to devour. abigail would love to join the crowd to sing along the chants as well—probably more like screaming on top of her lungs for scarlett’s standard—like a true blues she is, without having to be reprimanded by her overprotective father.

but she didn’t think a mere steward like ben could afford this as well, frankly.

none of this grandiosity made sense to her if it came from ben, unless—

unless if he was either well-connected or he was downplaying his job.

he could be one of the owners—no, no. as far as her general knowledge went and as long as her memory didn’t fail her, chelsea’s owner is a russian oil tycoon. that left her option down to concluding that ben was well-connected because he was part of the board. board these days tended to have a young representative amongst them for strategic reasons.

“miss evans,”

at the call of her name, scarlett turned around to the waiting staff dedicated to cater her needs for the day. it felt really weird having someone to call anytime you need them, she was very much used to doing everything on her own.

“the game is starting,” the staff informed, and the line-up announcement on the background brought scarlett back to reality. “mr. chilwell wishes you to wear this for the game.”

mr. chilwell? scarlett recalled she had never interacted with someone of that surname. the latest she enclosed her private data was to ben, saying he needed her full name to be registered to the reception up front for this particular day.

despite being lowkey scared that her identity had been compromised to a wrong party, who could be wanting her dead, scarlett accepted the satin blue box from the staff. inside, she identified chelsea’s signature blue home kit showing the name chilwell and the number 21 on the back, another box, and a paper folded neatly in two. being a curious person she is, she opened the smaller box first, only to find a new set of charging kit for her old iphone.

scarlett laughed at their internal jokes, speechless at the same time at the fact ben slipped in one essential thing she most likely forgot to bring on daily basis. during the week she got to know the male, scarlett found him as a very thoughtful guy, always remembering what she threw here and there—that she sometimes forgot she’d once said so—so that he didn’t cross the line when interacting with her.

Hey, you,

I’m sorry I can’t be there in person to give you these stuffs, but I hope this letter finds you well—at least as an appropriate substitute, but perhaps as a proper apology letter too, if you may.

Knowing how smart and quick-witted you are, I’m sure you have caught on a lot of things by now, especially the fact that I’m not supposed to be the friendly staff who took you on a private tour on Sunday. You weren’t wrong to assume I work here; your guess was actually spot on—it’s just I never bothered to correct you. Not because I think you’re easy to fool, but because it completely slipped off my mind to do that. You made time and space seem so easy to be forgotten and I couldn’t recall when was the last time I enjoyed one’s pleasant company so effortlessly.

Nonetheless, I’m sorry.

But I do hope that after reading this, you’d stay.

For the post-match meals served at the box, for the post-match buffet in the dressing room, for the big game, for the fun we could have after the game and beyond the Bridge. For me, perhaps—may the God align the moon and stars in the sky.

Should you decide the otherwise, please utilize the charging kit well to support your phone in documenting today from various angle of the Bridge. My mind will rest in peace knowing you’d gone home with an ocean of photos from this once-in-a-lifetime experience to show off to Abigail’s face and gone home safely without having your battery dead.

Should you decide to stay, though… please enjoy the game as much as I enjoy our banter, and wave me from your seat every time I come close to where you are. Can’t wait to see how much you can gulp down the food from our dressing room buffet.

All the love,

Benny

okay, so ben was indeed not who she’d thought he would be.

she laughed to herself, imagining what ben’s expression would look like if he was in front of her, telling this little information of himself in person. the male would’ve been flustered inside, the tinge of red across his cheeks would’ve cracked the cold composure he was trying to gather on the surface.

scarlett laughed to herself, remembering a past occurrence where she mocked abigail for stating she’d marry someone out of her league—“a prince would be ideal but i’d settle for a chelsea footballer too”, she said then—as they watched kate middleton descended from her bridal car. this, more or less, was scarlett’s version of ‘out of her league’—surely spending time with a hotshot c-level personnel from a very lucrative industry was beyond her imagination, as someone who was brought up by a working-class family on the suburbs of london.

and she laughed to herself because never in a million years would she have thought she’d be in a scene straight from what those teen lit stories published; jitters and all the butterflies flying out of the zoo kind of stuffs when she realised that she felt the same way as ben. he made it a piece of cake for her to warm up to a stranger, something that frankly never happened to her before as long as she’d lived (due to having little to no time to socialise with her peers because work was always waiting by the door). scarlett was sure ben had sprinkled magic here and there when they were alone that she’d forget the fact that in reality, they both belonged to a totally different world with a vast ocean standing between them.

but if ben was one of the higher-ups, why couldn’t she join her in the box?

scarlett was about to ask ben’s whereabout to the staff behind her when the announcer’s voice boomed throughout the stamford bridge, announcing chelsea’s starting eleven for the afternoon.

“assisting antonio rudiger on our left wing,” it declared. “we have our number 21, ben chilwell!”

the big screen on the other stands showed the face of ben, showing the back of his blue kit—the exact someone like she was holding in her hands now—with the name ben chilwell and his signature 21 number on his right. scarlett looked down to the pitch and there he was, unmistakably so on her peripheral vision; jumping up and down on the left wing, starting his engine before the referee blew the whistle.

had someone just poured scarlett a bucket of water?

if the people on the box beside hers paid attention to scarlett, it was guaranteed they’d call for help, seeing how frozen and helpless she had become. her face was also turning to be the kind of pale that wasn’t caused by the usual london weather on november—yep, splashed by endless ice cubes would be the only reasonable explanation.

or perhaps, the urge to vomit was becoming too unbearable for her to hold it in.

oh, or maybe it was due to the fact that her head was spinning, unable to come into final conclusion that this was reality. being involved with c-level sounded more plausible than this since she’s the TA to one of the most famous LSE professors. this was turning into something no longer belonged to teen lit anymore—this was straight out of fairy tale.

benny—the sweet, easy-going benny she got to know the past week—is, in fact, a football player.

the joke was now on her.

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“this way, miss evans,”

the waiting staff from her earlier time at the box was guiding the way to the familiar tunnel scarlett knew oh-so-well leading to the dressing room, instead of ben this time. but unlike last sunday when she was very relaxed under ben’s care, scarlett was visibly nervous this time.

everything looked the same—everything is the same—but it wasn’t at all at the same time.

“please wait here, miss evans,” the staff said, after manoeuvring both of them amidst the masses of people flocking the tunnel. scarlett could feel her mild anxiety attack towards overly crowded place creeping in, she should’ve told ben the real reason she wasn’t a fan of loud, packed surroundings. “mr. chilwell should be here any moment now, he’s just finishing up his media duty.”

scarlett didn’t know what else to do than muttered okay under her breath, her hands were involuntarily picking against each other due to the uncontainable jitters on her nerves. she also wondered why, she didn’t even feel this fidgety when she had to undergo all of her previous important life events.

“you must be benji’s girl,” a voice came up from behind, startling her in her place. “scarlett evans, no?”

the way benji’s girl rolled down his tongue did wonders to her. not because he was handsome—although deep down scarlett admitted chelsea’s number 19 had the looks to kill for—but because of the way it sent her shivers and warmth down her body at the same time.

“i actually don’t know how benny thinks about it,” and she wasn’t lying. it hadn’t occurred her what benny might be telling his friends about her, or if he tells anything in general. “but yeah, i’m scarlett. nice to meet you, mount.”

“i thought you don’t know balls?” mason pulled out a surprised face. “or has benji fed me with lies?”

“i just watched one so i can say i’ve shed this whole virgin to football status,” with that, mason immediately figured out why his mighty best friend had fallen down to the pedestal. “congratulations for the hattrick, by the way.”

laughter subdued now but mason was still smiling. “well, thank you—”

“oi, mount!” and there was the voice they both were so familiar with. “don’t you scare her off!”

“oh, bugger off, chilwell,” the younger footballer groaned as soon as his left winger pulled scarlett closer to him, playing along the skit. “why must you always have the best girl to date?”

if mason didn’t know the whole saga of chilwell getting bewitched, he would be in a state of shock at the fact that his best friend had already moulded his body perfectly to match scarlett’s. the benji he knew by far had only been this affectionate with his dog—even his parents couldn’t be on par with his furry companion.

“because they only deserve the best,” scarlett was hoping—god, please let it be true, she prayed inside—that she wasn’t hallucinating when she felt benny pecked the side of her head lightly. “now run along, child.”

“alright, alright, dad,” mason faked a disappointed sigh before turning to scarlett. “call me when benji deserts you, love.”

at the younger’s teasing, ben stepped up and ready to chase the laughing midfielder down the tunnel. he halted his steps when he felt a hand tugging his gently, all while laughing at the funny interaction laid before her. he reckoned it reminded her of her own friendship with abigail, he couldn’t help but smile at the resemblance.

as well as how dashing she looked—blue and his name on the back surely fitted her to a T. but most of all, she stood in front of him, in flesh and blood, unwavering even when mason caught her off guard.

“you’re here,” ben didn’t think twice as he embraced her tightly, breathing in the lavender scent of her hair, such a welcoming smell against the reek of the boys’ sweats. “you stayed.”

her voice muffled against the padded jacket he was wearing. “where do you think i’m going?”

“could’ve beaten me running down the left flank, you never know.”

“well, hate to break it to you but i think i’m better at staying, especially—” scarlett pulled away and ben was giddy already on a very subconscious level, he didn’t even know what she’d be saying! “when food’s involved.”

ben laughed, his body warm from head to toe from the feelings he contained inside of him he felt he could combust. he pulled her towards him again, swaying her with him left and right.

scarlett joined in his contagious laugh, her wrecking nerves long forgotten. her understanding about the concept of space became blurry whenever ben’s involved, she’d usually mind when her ex-boyfriend initiated such an intimate act of PDA. ben’s blatant adoration towards her blinded everything else in front of her. “that was a superb game, benny. or should i say, ben chilwell?”

“you’re not mad at me?”

“for what? for making me like a fool who doesn’t know who you are?” another wiggling eyebrow and ben wondered how there could be anyone beating emilia clarke’s signature eyebrows. “i thought you enjoy fooling around with me?”

“that i do,” his brain seemed to go into a havoc around scarlett—he was already tracing her luxury of having a naturally good-looking set of eyebrows with the tip of his index finger. “please stay forever, scarlett evans.”

“for you, i would, benjamin chilwell.”

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“will you come to the next match?”

both ben and scarlett were walking hand in hand towards her flat, slower than turtle because they didn’t want this day to end. ben even parked somewhere relatively far on a usual day, moreover a chilly night—pun intended—like this.

it had been very close to be described as a lovely evening by far; ben introducing—showing off, per mason mount’s standard—scarlett to his teammates and everyone he practically knew around the ground, living up to his words by showing her the infamous dressing room buffet, taking her around for the post-game glowing pitch.

all without hands straying far from each other’s, as if they couldn’t have it enough between them. if they weren’t holding hands, ben’s hand would be flying over the small part of scarlett’s back or scarlett would close the distance to shuffle closer to ben. everything felt like a series of something overdue and not something that only took off within a couple of hours ago.

scarlett broke a part for a minute to wrap herself tighter with ben’s jacket he so kindly had draped over her as the night fell deeper. “if you promise you won’t get me the private box again.”

“why, i thought you’re not a fan of boisterous place?”

“you could’ve gotten me the worst seat on the stadium and i would’ve come anyway, because i was seriously thinking we’d watch the match with me on the stands and you guarding nearby,” noticing scarlett was rubbing her arms in a futile attempt to warm herself, ben stepped up to add some more warmth. “but it turns out to be something i enjoy being around, the atmosphere was okay.”

ben raised his eyebrow, mockingly questioning her statement.

scarlett rolled her eyes at his response, turning her body around. “though had you told me you’re on the team—first team at that as well, mind you!”

ben gently pulled the sulking scarlett towards him before she could walk away from their conversation. “what’d you do?”

“well…” scarlett still wasn’t looking at him in the eyes so ben slid his hands to conjoin hers. it worked, with a bonus of gentle smile for him. “i would’ve come anyway, for you.”

“was it too much for you?” ben couldn’t contain his happiness, her words whispered against the cold warmed up ben from head to toe. “because if it’s too much, i can—”

what was that?

“no, it was perfect,” ben was trained to face the ball head-on under a millisecond without being fazed at all but it took him scarlett’s second time placing a feathery peck on his check—this time slightly above his growing beard—to be able to sink reality in. “thank you, chilwell.”

ben could feel his cheeks burning. was this santa’s early gift for ben for having been such a very good and patient boy last week, when he was tested to face an abundance of energetic chelsea junior?

at the cute sight, scarlett laughed. “just remind me to bring abigail to the next game, but that is if you want me to be ther—”

in all honesty, ben didn’t know what came over him at that moment. he grabbed a hold of scarlett’s face and planted a kiss on her soft, plush lips. she tasted sweet, sweeter than the victory chelsea bagged this afternoon, but felt like the sweetest combination with his contribution of a goal to the big win. this couldn’t have been reality, could it?

ben pulled apart, but he was addicted to the forbidden fruit.

the sight of scarlett peacefully closing her eyes—content clearly drawn across her face—and lips gaping lightly and cheeks flushed endearingly that certainly wasn’t because of the cold weather was enough to make he, ben chilwell, one almighty to that “the bachelor” series were nothing but a bundle of bullshit, was now falling in love with the speed of a lightning. he couldn’t even believe he could contain love as big as what he felt towards this woman in his arms, small and safely tucked against the cold air of november.

so, he made himself believe and took the dive himself, his lips finding hers accurately again like his strike for the past four matches.

“i’d love you to have you on every game,” ben rested his forehead against hers gently when he once again pulled away, and scarlett slowly opened her eyes at the slight pressure. nothing was more beautiful than the combination between the sweet smile breaking into her face and those clear eyes opening only to reflect the stars above—a reminder there was endless silent witnesses hovering over them. “more than anything,”

scarlett shuffled closer to ben, resting her hands comfortably on his waist, as he continued. “nothing compares than looking up to the stands and see you’re there, supporting me even though you’d prefer somewhere else quieter, wearing my kit—”

“technically, this is not yours; this is a new kit, specialised for me. it’s just got your number on it.”

ben chuckled at her retaliation; her comment and timing were never not impeccable. “i’ll give you one of my personal treasures then, the champions league final kit i wore.”

scarlett gave him a playful disgusted look. “have you washed that?”

“deary me, woman,” ben whispered against her lips, before closing the distance completely. “you should feel lucky i love you.”

“damn it, i really should’ve pulled up my courage to confess my sins yesterday,” scarlett groaned at the loss of ben’s lips and the stubble she could feel under her fingertips as the footballer retreated. “i feel like it’s piling up. first, i went to the bridge behind my dad’s back. then, i kissed the enemy. now, i’m dating him. does the church take instalment on owning up my sins?”

ben threw his head, laughing loudly at—now officially and reciprocally—his girlfriend.

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it hadn’t been a full ten seconds for scarlett to lean her head against the back of the door, smiling widely as she tried to sink in whatever happened today—maybe more so in regards to what went down the last fifteen minutes—when abigail’s voice shockingly shattered her train of thoughts. “who was that?”

“oh, for fuck’s sake, abby!” scarlett was genuinely startled, jumping at where she stood. “i didn’t tell you where my spare key is so you could be a creep!”

“well, i wouldn’t be if i didn’t just see you snog off someone who has the face of ben chilwell!”

only when scarlett refused to say anything, did abigail realize the seriousness of this whole situation. “wait, i thought you went out with someone working for chelsea?”

“well, technically, ben works for chelsea, doesn’t he?”

jaw dropped, done. voice box silenced from screeching, done. now, abigail was sporting bulging eyes. “no fucking way.”

scarlett loved abigail’s disbelief reaction, and she loved it more when she could rile her up. so she did, by pulling out her phone and showed her the receipts—a photo mason had ever so kindly taken of them, pressed a tad bit awkwardly in a small space along the packed tunnel and another photo ben himself took to imitate their first meeting in stamford bridge (it’s a shame we never got to take a picture that day, he said). “yes fucking way.”

“so, you’re telling me that you went out with bloody ben chilwell and yet you didn’t tell me anything about your date?!”

“in my defence, abigail peters,” scarlett regained the possession of her phone, now reminded that she wanted to text ben the first place but was distracted by her best friend’s unprecedented presence in her flat. “i didn’t know who he is until the game started, okay?”

tell me when you got home safe xx, sent. “you didn’t know he’s the ben chilwell?” the short-haired nodded to once more confirm her friend’s clarificatory question. “what on bloody earth… i thought you went to oxford!”

[lxndonorris]

football masterlist //

Aaron Ramsey:

movie date (S)

fun at the pool (S)

sneak peek (S)

Alvaro Medran:

make the best of it (F)

André Silva:

rooftop snuggles (F)

thirsty (S)

habits of my heart (S)

cinderella (F)

Ben Chilwell:

special present (S)

hungry for you (S)

his jersey (S)

by your side (F)

Benjamin Pavard:

in your eyes (S)

Ben White:

morning shower (S)

Brahim Diaz:

first day training (F)

Declan Rice

Yoga (S)

naughty one (S)

Dominic Calvert-Lewin:

national pride (S)

Dries Mertens:

just a nightmare (F)

Eden Hazard:

my girl (S)

lazy boy (F)

Emre Can:

magic touch (S)

Eric Dier:

scaredy cat (F)

Harry Winks:

roses and foam (S)

Gianluca Frabotta:

selfie (F)

Héctor Bellerin:

pillow fight (F)

my favorite shape (S)

sleepy boy (S)

Jack Grealish:

 something in your pants (S)

thighs (S)

a mouthful of lust (S)

so tight (S)

Jadon Sancho:

first time’s song (S)

James Maddison:

new Joggers (S)

comforting warmth (F)

that’s mine (S)

Jannes Horn:

cuddly morning (S)

Jude Bellingham

new heights (S)

Kai Havertz

fiery red (S)

Kepa Arrizabalaga:

papito (S)

Konstantinos Mavropanos:

kiss the pain away (F)

Kylian Hazard:

soft, cuddly bear (F)

Leon Goretzka:

coffee date (F)

suit up (S)

teddy bear (AF)

warm heart (F)

inside the locker room (S)

Lorenzo Insigne:

Domenica (F)

Luca Zidane:

hoodie thief (F)

Lucas Hernandez:

Two for one (S)

bruises and scars (S)

Luka Jovic:

late night bath (S)

Manuel Neuer:

who’s in charge? (S)

Marc Bartra:

big guns (S)

confessions (S)

Marco Asensio:

a little teasing never killed nobody (S)

beach boy (S)

Marcos Llorente:

hips don’t lie (S)

Marcus Rashford:

lullaby (F)

striptease (S)

Mason Mount:

drunks tell the truth (S)

Memphis Depay:

inked (S)

mile-high club (S)

shower time (S)

Miroslav Klose:

who’s in charge? (S)

Munir El Haddadi:

those three words (F)

Olivier Giroud:

becoming reality (S)

Patrick Cutrone:

teach me a lesson (S)

Paulo Dybala:

nailing it (F)

Phil Foden:

revealing sight (S)

Robin Koch:

jealousy (S)

another type of dessert (S)

Roman Bürki:

valentine lovers kit (S)

aftermath (F)

Ruben Loftus-Cheek:

one night stand (S)

Theo Hernandez:

 Two for one (S)

dance for me (S)

Thorgan Hazard:

Lovefool (S)

booty boy (S)

Tyrone Mings:

nighttime struggles (AF)

[canirove]

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Masterlist

"As expected, there have been no surprises on the new England squad announcements for the Euro's qualifiers. But what do we think about the new captains, Rice and Maxwell?" Andrew asked.

"Fully deserved in my opinion. Both of them may be young, but they have what is needed, and they are already very successful in that role in their clubs" Jacob said.

"What do you think, Chilly?"

"Dec fully deserves it, I agree. But Maxwell... She is not ready to be Chelsea's captain, and she isn't ready to be England's either."

"And you are a moron" June said, turning off the tv.

"Hey, I was watching that!" John complained.

"And idiot bullying your sister?"

"June, he wasn't bullying you. He was just sharing his opinion."

"A stupid opinion" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "If both Chelsea and England have chosen me as their captain, it's because I'm worth it. Because I'm ready."

"Exactly. So stop caring about what he says and turn on the tv again."

"Maybe later. We have to talk about Wednesday's gala."

"What about it?" John sighed.

"I'm not going."

"What? Why not?"

"Because it is sponsored by Sky, which means that he will definitely attend, and I don't want to have to cross paths with him."

"June…"

"I said no."

"If you don't go it would be as if you agree with what he says."

"What?"

"Think about it. If you don't go because you don't want to see him, it'll be a childish move, which is something he always accuses you of, of being childish. But if you go despite knowing he will also be there, you'll show him that what he says doesn't affect you."

"And it doesn't."

"Then attend the gala. What are you wearing?" John asked.

"The Armani suit."

"What? No, no, no. You must look your best. You must make him uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Turn him on."

"John!" 

"What? Imagine showing up there looking stunning, mingling around while he watches you, his mind wanting to hate you but his body wanting to…"

"Eww, John. Eww!" 

"Oh, c'mon June. You were in love with him as a teen, I'm sure you thought about shagging him" John smirked.

"I did not. It was just a crush."

"They say he knows what he does, you know? That none of the girls he's been with have ever had a reason to complain, that they all give him five stars on the sex department."

"And that's information I didn't need to now!" she said, getting up from the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

"To see if I can find something else to wear on Wednesday."

"And make Chilwell hard?" 

"Fuck you, John" June said, showing her brother her middle finger and leaving the room.

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"Bloody hell" Andrew said.

"Oh, wow. She came to play, didn't she?" Jacob chuckled.

"Who?" Ben asked.

"June Maxwell. If I wasn't married…"

"As if she would pay you attention, Andrew. You could be her father!" Jacob laughed.

"Shut up!" he replied. "What do you think, Chilly? Smash or pass?"

"I would never smash… her" he said while turning around to look at June. She was talking with some other guests, laughing at something someone had said. And she looked… beautiful. And hot. She looked hot as hell. 

He had always found her pretty, but that was it. He had never seen her look this good. 

She was wearing a tight black dress that ended below her knees, her hair pulled back with some golden hair pins, a look he was sure had seen online before on some fashion show. But the model didn't look as hot as June did. 

"Are you sure you would never smash her?" Andrew asked. 

"Never" Ben repeated, taking a sip of his drink and finally managing to look away, trying to think of something that wasn't June Maxwell on that black dress. 

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"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, don't wo… Maxwell" Ben said, looking at the person he had bumped into.

"Chilwell."

"You should be more careful, you know?"

"So should you" she said. 

"Whatever" he replied, rolling his eyes. "Congratulations on the award, by the way."

"Wait, wait, wait… Benjamin James Chilwell just said something nice about me?" June laughed.

"Don't get used to it."

"Yeah… you'll be back to talking shit about me this weekend."

"I just state facts" he shrugged.

"Lies."

"Facts."

"Lies" June repeated, taking a step forward and suddenly finding her face way closer to his than she expected.

"I'm not lying, Maxwell."

"Shut up."

"Make me" he smirked.

"I'm not falling for that, Chilwell."

"For what?"

"For that tacky pick up line."

"What?" he laughed. "I'm not flirting with you, Maxwell. Is that what you want, tho? Do you want me to kiss you?" he said, closing the space between them a bit more.

"Never."

"Then why do you keep looking at my lips?"

"Because they are the ones saying stupid things."

"Sure" he smiled.

"Let me go."

"What?"

"Your hands are on my waist, Chilwell. Let me go."

"Oh, sorry" he said, taking a step back. He hadn't realized he was touching her, that her body was that close to his, her hands resting on his chest.

"Thank you" she replied, clearing out her throat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go find my friends."

"See you on Sunday, Maxwell."

"Looking forward to it, Chilwell" she replied, giving him her fakest smile and making him laugh. Idiot. 

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Soi kèo, nhận định Chelsea vs Watford, 22h00 ngày 22/05/

Soi kèo, nhận định Chelsea vs Watford, 22h00 ngày 22/05/

Trận cầu tại sân vận động Stamford Bridge tới đây tại vòng 38 NHA sẽ là cuộc đụng độ giữa Chelsea vs Watford. Để đảm bảo cho một suất tham dự cúp C1, Tuchel và các học trò sẽ cố gắng có được trọn vẹn 3 điểm trong cuộc đối đầu sắp tới.

Soi kèo Chelsea vs Watford

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Chelsea hiện đang có cho mình vị trí thứ 3 trên bảng xếp hạng Ngoại hạng Anh. Thành tích của đội bóng này là 19 trận thắng, 10 trận hòa và 6 lần phải nhận thất bại. Số bàn thắng ghi được là 70 bàn còn số bàn thua mà họ phải nhận là 31 bàn.

5 trận gần nhất trên sân nhà của mình, Chelsea có được 2 chiến thắng, 1 lần bị cầm hòa hòa cùng với 2 lần phải nhận thất bại. Lần ra sân mới nhất của họ tại sân nhà là trận hòa ngay trên sân nhà trước Wolves với tỷ số 2-2. 

Watford đứng tại vị trí thứ 19 trên bảng xếp hạng giải quốc nội. Thành tích của đội bóng này là 6 trận thắng, 4 trận hòa và 25 trận thua. Số bàn thắng ghi được là 32 lần làm rung lưới đối thủ còn số bàn thua là đang dừng lại ở con số 70 bàn.

5 trận gần nhất trên sân khách của mình, Watford có được 1 trận thắng và thua tới 4 trận. Lần ra sân mới nhất của họ trên sân khách là trận thua 0-1 trước Crystal Palace. Hiện tại Watford cùng với Norwich là 2 đội bóng đầu tiên chính thức phải xuống hạng tại giải Ngoại hạng Anh.

Soi kèo Chelsea vs Watford

Bên phía Chelsea cầu thủ đang có số pha lập công nhiều nhất tại đấu trường quốc nội là Mount với 10 bàn thắng. Trong khi đó bên phía Watford cầu thủ đang có số pha lập công nhiều nhất là Emmanuel Dennis với 10 lần lập công. 

6 trận đã gặp nhau gần nhất, Chelsea đã chiến thắng 5 lần còn Watford 1 lần dành chiến thắng. Không có lần nào trận đấu giữa hai đội kết thúc với tỷ số hòa. Lần gần nhất cả hai đụng độ, Chelsea là đội có được chiến thắng sau cùng với tỷ số 2-1 ngay trên sân của đối thủ.

Trận đấu tới, Chelsea sẽ thiếu vắng đi Benjamin Chilwell,  N’Golo Kante  và Jorginho vì lý do chấn thương. Trong khi đó Watford thiếu đi Cucho Hernandez cũng vì lý do chấn thương. 

Mùa giải năm nay, Chelsea kiểm soát bóng trung bình là 62%, có 13.0 cú sút mỗi trận và có được 2.0 bàn thắng. Trong khi đó Watford kiểm soát bóng trung bình là 40%, có 9.0 cú sút mỗi trận và có được 0.9 bàn thắng.

Nhận định kèo châu Á Chelsea vs Watford: Chelsea -1.25

Trên sân nhà của mình Chelsea thắng 8/17 trận và để thua 3 lần. Trong khi đó Watford trên sân khách thắng 4/18 và thua 11 trận.

Phong độ của The Blues trên sân nhà là rất ổn định, cộng thêm việc chỉ gặp một Watford đã hết động lực thì chiến thắng càng gần hơn với thầy trò Tuchel.

Lựa chọn Chelsea trận này.

Soi kèo tài xỉu Chelsea vs Watford: Chọn tài 2.75

Chelsea trong 3 trận gần nhất trên sân nhà chỉ có được 5 bàn thắng, trong khi đó Watford trong 3 trận gần nhất đá trên sân khách có được cho mình 1 bàn thắng.

Lựa chọn xỉu bàn thắng trận này.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Chelsea 2 – 0 Watford

Nhận định Chelsea vs Watford

2/3 trận đã qua của Chelsea trong hiệp 1 không có bàn thắng nào được ghi.

3/3 trận đã qua của Watford trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất 1 bàn thắng được ghi.

3/3 trận gần nhất của hai đội có ít nhất một bàn thắng được ghi.

Hai đội được hưởng trung bình 5-6 quả góc/trận.

Hai đội phải nhận trung bình 1-2 thẻ vàng/trận.

Đội hình xuất phát dự kiến hai đội:

Chelsea: Mendy; Azpilicueta, Silva, Rudiger; James, Kovacic, Kante, Alonso; Mount, Pulisic; Havertz

Watford: Foster; Femenia, Kabasele, Samir, Kamara; Sissoko, Louza, Kucka; Sarr, Pedro, Dennis

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Dự đoán bóng đá Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023

Dự đoán bóng đá Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023 tại nhà cái đá gà trực tiếp thomo. Dự đoán tỷ số bóng đá giữa Manchester City vs Chelsea, 22h ngày 21/5/2023.

Chelsea đến sân vận động Etihad vào Chủ nhật để tham dự trận đấu Premier League với đội chủ nhà Manchester City.

Bạn có thể tìm thấy những dự đoán, thăm dò ý kiến người dùng và số liệu thống kê của chúng tôi về trận Manchester City v Chelsea tại đây (cộng với tỷ lệ cược tốt nhất của trận đấu).

Manchester City sẽ muốn tiếp tục từ nơi họ đã dừng lại ở lần trước với chiến thắng 4-0 tại Champions League trước Real Madrid.

Trong trận đấu đó, Manchester City kiểm soát bóng 60% và thực hiện 16 lần ghi bàn với 7 lần trúng đích. Đối với Manchester City, các bàn thắng được ghi bởi Bernardo Silva (23', 37'), Manuel Akanji (76') và Julián Álvarez (91'). Real Madrid có 7 lần dứt điểm với 3 trong số đó đi trúng đích.

Manchester City không gặp vấn đề gì trong việc ghi bàn, sút trúng đích mỗi khi ra sân trong 6 trận gần nhất.

Họ đã cố gắng ghi được 15 bàn trong thời gian đó trong khi số bàn thắng ghi được vào lưới của họ là 3. Chúng ta sẽ sớm biết liệu xu hướng đó có duy trì trong tr��n đấu tiếp theo hay không.

Trong trận đấu cuối cùng của họ, Chelsea đã hòa 2-2 trong trận đấu với Nottingham Forest ở Premier League.

Trong trận đấu đó, Chelsea kiểm soát bóng tới 76% và thực hiện 14 lần dứt điểm với 6 lần trúng đích. Cầu thủ duy nhất ghi bàn cho Chelsea là Raheem Sterling (51', 58'). Đối với đối thủ của họ, Nottingham Forest đã có 11 cú sút về phía khung thành với 2 trong số đó đi trúng đích. Taiwo Awoniyi (13', 62') ghi bàn cho Nottingham Forest.

Các số liệu thống kê không nói dối, và Chelsea đã bị ghi bàn ở 6 trong 6 trận gần đây nhất của họ, để thủng lưới tổng cộng 12 bàn. Ở hàng thủ, Chelsea có một số điểm yếu cần giải quyết.

Nhìn lại các cuộc đụng độ đối đầu trong quá khứ của họ kể từ ngày 29/05/2021 cho thấy Manchester City đã thắng 5 trong số các trận này & Chelsea 1, với số kết quả hòa là 0.

10 bàn thắng đã được ghi giữa họ trong suốt các trận đấu đó, trong đó có 9 bàn của The Citizens và 1 bàn của The Blues. Đó là tỷ lệ bàn thắng trung bình mỗi trận là 1,67.

Đó là tỷ lệ vắng mặt thấp, chỉ với mối quan tâm duy nhất về thể lực đối với huấn luyện viên Manchester City, Pep Guardiola, là mối quan tâm của một nhóm cầu thủ gần như hoàn toàn khỏe mạnh. Nathan Aké (Chấn thương gân kheo) vắng mặt. Benjamin Mendy không thể thi đấu trận này do bị treo giò.

Chúng tôi nghĩ rằng The Citizens có thể đá với sơ đồ 3-2-4-1 lần này và chọn Ederson, Aymeric Laporte, Ruben Dias, Manuel Akanji, John Stones, Rodri, Riyad Mahrez, Kevin De Bruyne, Ilkay Gündogan, Jack Grealish và Erling Haaland.

HLV Frank Lampard của Chelsea phải chọn đội hình có hạn. Marc Cucurella (Chấn thương cơ), Kalidou Koulibaly (Chấn thương gân khoeo), Ben Chilwell (Chấn thương gân khoeo), N'Golo Kanté (Chấn thương háng), Mason Mount (Chấn thương xương chậu), Reece James (Chấn thương gân khoeo) và Armando Broja (Đứt dây chằng chéo) ) chưa sẵn sàng để lựa chọn.

Chúng tôi cho rằng The Blues có vẻ sẽ bắt đầu trận đấu với sơ đồ 4-3-3, với Edouard Mendy, Trevoh Chalobah, Thiago Silva, Benoît Badiashile, Lewis Hall, Mateo Kovacic, Enzo Fernández, Conor Gallagher, Noni Madueke, Kai Havertz và Raheem Sterling.

Suy nghĩ của chúng tôi là Chelsea có hỏa lực để phá vỡ đội hình này của Manchester City, mặc dù có lẽ sẽ không đủ để tránh thất bại.

Chúng ta đang nghiêng về chiến thắng sít sao 2-1 cho Manchester City vào cuối trận. Sẽ rất thú vị để xem cái này diễn ra như thế nào.

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